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.

Lynn went to draw her bath to relax for a while and i called the local motel to confirm that the reservations were ready. then i got dressed for our night. When lynn come out of the bed room she wore a yellow mini skirt that only hung to her ass checks silk stockingsand a low cut mid drift halter top. With her red hair half way down her back she looked quit fuckable. Later i found out she was wearing pink pantys and bra i ask why she wanted yellow and pink? She simply said she wanted to make Rick notice when she sit down she was going to sit unlike a lady she will make him take notice of her and very fast. This was a turn on for me so i knew what it would do to Rick. When we arived  went to our room and then to dinner. I ask her if she was sure she wanted to do this she replyed she was. Then after dinner we went back to our room , while waiting and getting hotter than ever we had some fun of our own. about five minutes later after we finished she went to shower off and freshen up as she says. While she was in the shower a knock came at the door of our hotel. i awnsered to find Rick and he said he wasn't sure if he had the correct room i ask if he was to meet a couple for the evening he said yes he was and i showed him in. We sat and talked for a while waiting for Lynn to Come out of the shower , heask what we wanted i told him it her night to have fun what ever she wanted was fine with me then the age old question come up about where to let loose of his cum  i told him that it was up to her if she wanted it in it would be in if she wanted it all over her that was what it would be. He ask how i felt about it and i asured him it was fine any way she wanted it. Then i told him about some past encounters we had . the man about went out of his pants when he heard that since she could no longer get preganant that it was quit ok to cum in her pussy but only if she wanted. Then Lynn come out and was shocked to see Rick there early i told her he and were talking about some things and making sure that he understood all the rules. Lynn was only wearing her yellow mesh thong and mesh bra witch didn't leave much for the imaganation she was comfortable she said. Rick was watching her very close and by the bulge in his pants it was easy to see he liked what he was watching. When i told Lynn her surprise was that he held something most men only wish they had she ask what it was . I said well it is time for her to find out. I put on a blind fold led her to the bed and said it was time for her to find out what it was , then i motioned for Rick to get undressed and i as well when she ask why i blindfolded her i said that if she seen befor she felt she might have not done it at all. Lynn jokingly said why is he to little to satisfy her needs and i said this could be possable. When she started to suck me and Rick went down on her pussy she said he was talented with his tounge she still ask why the blind fold i then said to her are you ready she almost yelled yes when Rick climbed up and stuck his cock in her pussy she said where did i find her dildo and why was Rick using it on her i then took off her blind fold and when she seen what was realy happing she went crazy with lust. She had thought i brought her 10 inch by 4 inch round dildo with us but found out that it was his cock that was so big and he wasn't even all the way in yet. Rick then ak if she could handle a big cock like his and she said she will take it all while we fucked for about 35 minutes Rick in her mouth and pussy as was i we changed a few times when i said i was ready to fill her mouth. I come so hard that she gaged a bit and then i watched as Lynn & Rick were fucking and could tell he was ready so i ask her where she wanted for Rick to Cum She moaned in her pussy she moaned it again this was all that it took Rick started to grunt and then all of a sudden Lynns eyes opened up saying that it was so hot and running down her ass by this time i was hard again  and took up in her mouth till Rick moved from her pussy Iwatched as he pulled from her slowly his cock was covered in juice hers and his mixed. when he finaly pulled all the way out the cum was running down her legs and ass i put her up on hands and knees to fuck her she went to sucking Ricks Cock for what semmed like about another 45 minutes of her fucking me and sucking him as much as she could i unloadd in her pussy as he started to cum in her mouth.when the evening was over Rick thanked the both of us and ask if we should ever need him to contact him we both said in unison we would. Then after Rick left we both got a shower then we went to bed and fucked the night away till early morning.   

She knelt before her lover smiling and using her hand to encourage his now limp dick back to life and at the first signs this was happening she stripped him of his clothes and got onto the bed on her hands and knees before him, presenting her perfect bubble butt for him to fuck doggy-style. He needed no further invitation and within seconds they were rutting on the bed like wild animals. What a great afternoon for Jennifer Love Hewitt, almost perfect, the only problem being that the guy busily fucking her was Freddie Prinze Jr., husband of her best friend, Sarah Michelle Gellar. ‘Still,’  thought Jennifer, ’a good fuck nonetheless.’

It wasn’t the only drawback to the day though, as unbeknownst to the young adulterers, Sarah stood in the hallway outside the bedroom in her mansion watching her husband cheat on her with her slut of a friend. Deciding to walk away, Sarah swore to herself that Jennifer would have to pay for this, and pay a heavy price.

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Jennifer Love Hewitt relaxed, naked in her shower as the hot water sprayed over her voluptuous body. Streams of soapy water slithered down her golden skin , swooping over her magnificent breasts and joining up to flow through her tiny strip of trim pubic hair. Having just that day completed the filming of her latest film she was looking forward to having a relaxing time in the coming month or so. Her hand played over her body and massaged her soft skin, a finger curled into her pussy and she slowly began to wank herself off when…

The phone rang. She thought of ignoring it but as she had set the hands free just next to the shower, she stepped out and answered while wrapping a fluffy purple towel around her body.

“Hello.”

“Hi Jen, it’s me Sarah.”

“Oh. Hi Sarah, how’re you ? And Freddie.“

“We’re great , he’s away for a shoot in Europe so I’m stuck here all alone and getting real bored. Which is why I called , how’d you fancy going to a party tonight ? Some people I worked with recently invited me but I don’t want to go alone. What do you say ?”

“Well……..”

“Come on Jen it’s not like you’re seeing someone is it ?” this brought a guilty blush to Jennifer’s cheeks and too quickly she answered “ No. No-one. OK , I’m up for it.”

And so Sarah told Jennifer what time she would pick her up and that she was to dress sexy, maybe she’d get a man at the party. When she hung up Sarah smiled and said to the man standing next to her “ Oh she won’t get a man , she’ll get about fifty of them.”

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“So how’d I look ?” Jennifer asked Sarah as they stood in Sarah’s front porch, Jen swivelling for her audience.

“Stunning “ she was right, Jennifer’s curvaceous body was tightly wrapped inside a purple crushed velvet minidress, the skirt line barley above her stocking encased legs and her mammoth breasts struggling to escape the clutches of the low-cut top.

Jen flashed a smile and began to follow her friend out to her car , wrapping a black coat around her dress and puzzling over why Sarah, who had such a sexy body herself had chosen to dress in jeans and a pretty conservative jumper. Still, more men for her…

They drove for some time to the other side of town and Sarah encouraged her friend to take a few slugs from a flask she had brought along ( it had loads of Malibu, Gin, vodka and Bacardi with fruit juice in it ), it tasted so sweet Jen had finished the flask by the time the reached the house where the party was and was already half smashed.

Sarah rushed Jennifer into the house so that she wouldn’t notice that this was actually a fairly rough area of the city and that no-one would notice them going in.

As they entered the house, music boomed out and people chatted and danced and did everything that happens at parties and a guy thrust two large flutes of champagne at Sarah and Jennifer and they downed them in one laughing and giggling ( Sarah’s was fizzing apple juice while Jennifer’s was the highest proof Champagne available ).

They mingled and danced and laughed and Jennifer failed to register that most of the patrons were men and that the women there were pretty rough looking. Eventually they reached the far side of the room and grabbed two seats at a table where about 12 people sat in a circle playing some sort of drinking game with a pack of cards.

The rules were that whoever got the highest card got to pick another at the table to down a shot from the myriad bottles in the centre of the table. As arranged Sarah’s phone went off just as they sat down and she went outside to speak to whoever was on the other end. Jennifer immersed herself in the game and didn’t register that her friend was gone so long. In the meantime she was the choice most turns and before too long had downed another six shots and knew she had drunk too much.
When the next person chose her to down a drink she excused herself and started to rise when a hand grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her back to her seat.

“Listen here missy , the games not over, you take you’re drink like a good girl” the voice belonged to a creepy looking guy with a moustache sitting next to Jennifer.

“No, really I can’t . I’ve had too much already.“

“That’s too bad honey “ said a woman across the table, “ You play the game to the end, if you aren’t able to drink you can do something else, lose an item of clothing.”

“Fine “ snapped Jennifer drunkenly and pulled off a shoe and put it on the table. So it went as everyone picked her when they won and the mood got gradually more nastier in the room and less people danced and more watched the spectacle. Finally with Jennifer Love Hewitt stripped down to a lacy black bra and panties and slowly sobering up she was chosen again. She tried to storm away but at least three pairs of hands dragged her back.

“Either strip or drink, bitch.“

Jennifer was determined they wouldn’t see her body so choose to drink and a double whiskey was presented to her , she started to drink but couldn’t finish it and slumped on the table.

From behind, Sarah Michelle Gellar took a vicious hold of her friends dark hair and yanked her head back then poured the remainder of the whiskey down Jennifer’s throat, “Drink it you prick teasing little slut” Sarah hissed.

Through a drunken haze Jennifer registered who had said this as she slumped off her chair onto the floor.

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That afternoon Sarah had assembled the ‘party goers’ in the house. It had been rented for that week and chosen for it’s distance and the area it was in. They had been chosen for their backgrounds, all had served time for sexual assault or rape and all could be easily paid off for their nights work. Diego had chosen them carefully and warned them that his men were also in the house and if Sarah was touched the perpetrator would be shot on the spot. He was convincing enough that no one tried anything, either that afternoon or at the party. He also warned of the perils of talking of what would happen that night or dabbling in blackmail against their employer.

Who was Diego ? Only Sarah knew, and she wasn’t ready to tell.

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Sarah stood behind Jennifer, hooked her fingers into the slut’s beautiful hair and pulled her to her feet by it. She was gratified by the sight of wisps of black hair coming loose and by the pathetic cries Jennifer screamed.

“Shall we show everyone your talents slut?” Sarah hissed in Jennifer’s ear. In response Jennifer merely sobbed so Sarah unclipped the slut’s black bra and revealed her magnificent mammaries to the audience. A fearful cheer went up and, encouraged Sarah quickly whipped Jennifer’s black, lacy panties off as well, leaving her standing , naked and drunk before a sexed up gang of rapists ( some female ). The mood in the room was thick with sex and danger.

Diego came forward and handed something to Sarah . It was a pair of police issue handcuffs and she wasted no time cuffing her captive, wrists behind her back. Sarah led Jennifer into a room next to the main party room and threw her down on to a large bed in the centre of the room so that Jennifer faced up towards where Sarah stood, sneering down at the ex-friend.

Jen was sobering up quickly but still slurred her words asking Sarah “ Whwy ? Sarah whaat’s goin’ on ?” Sarah in reply bitch slapped Jen across the cheek and spat in her face.

“Because you’re a cock sucking, cheating slut who fucked with the wrong guy this time” explanation over Sarah beckoned Diego to enter with thick, dark coffee. Sarah wanted Jennifer to feel as much of what was about to go down as she could unfuddled by alcohol.

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A half hour ( and three black coffees ) later, the restless mob were ushered into the room. In the meantime Sarah had fitted a black leather choker collar around Jennifer’s neck and Sarah stood back as the first of the men came towards the bed. Their instructions were clear, they would each assault Jennifer Love Hewitt’s pussy and mouth but for now her ass was to be left alone.

The first attacker climbed onto the bed next to Jennifer and snarled at her, he was disgusting and terrifying and he wasted no time in thrusting his 8 inch cock right up her cunt and quickly got to work on a brutal rhythm She pleaded for them to stop but this was only met by a well endowed black man shoving his thick cock down her throat and viciously throat fucking her as she gagged. Sarah Michelle Gellar watched as more people crowded around the bed their hard erections in their hands awaiting their turn on the celebrity cunt. The women had attached large , evil looking strap on dildos and were intent on being no less brutal with their assaults.

Each man and woman had a shot on Jennifer’s exposed cunt and mouth, each man shot their load of creamy cum wherever they wanted, some right up her pussy, some down her throat, some over her face and into her eyes and some in her hair. As the last of the attackers filed out of the room two hours later she lay, shivering in shock on the bed, a cum covered mess, her pussy and throat raw from the treatment they had received.

Sarah had watched every second and had been extremely turned on and gratified that this cuckolding slut should be dealt with like this. Sarah rolled Jennifer over onto her face and released her wrists from the handcuffs - she didn’t struggle. Sarah bent to hiss in Jennifer’s ear, “Your asshole is about to increase in size over the next couple of hours by about this much” and she motioned a big circle with her hands, laughed and called the rapists back into the room.

They lined up single file and the first guy came forward. He was fat and greasy and he knelt behind Jennifer and first pawed her tits then forcefully rammed his cock up her shitter. He reached forward and grabbed her dark hair and pulled hard back like reigns to force her body further onto his dick and gave her a good, hard ass fuck. Jennifer alternated between screaming and crying throughout this and when he finished he shot his load up her asshole. The men didn’t last as long this time as it was their second or third orgasm but the women , with their thick dildo rode her remarkablely hard.

As each finished they left the room and two hours later Sarah stood alone looking down at the pathetic form of her former best friend. Jennifer could say or do nothing as cum oozed out of her asshole onto the bed, as Sarah had threatened her asshole had been stretched to twice it’s previous size - indeed one woman had insisted on fisting her asshole, her hand coming out covered in cum which she wiped in the starlets hair.

But if Jennifer Love Hewitt thought her ordeal to be over she was wrong. Sarah attached a leash to the collar and dragged her captive through to the main party room again, where she was met by a cheer. A kids paddling pool stood in the centre of the room and after being hog-tied with rope Jennifer’s aching body was dumped, immobile into it. The party started up again and now whenever anyone wanted to piss they used the paddling pool!

To begin with six guy circled the pool and each targeted Jennifer’s upturned face and unleashed six torrents of beer - addled urine onto her movie star face. They aimed for her mouth and eyes and she spluttered and shook trying to avoid swallowing it. That proved to be fruitless as every guy and all the girls took their turn to piss over her in one of the greatest party games ever invented. They also dumped beer over her and by the end of the night there was a decent amount of liquid in the pool.

Eventually the rapists started to disperse and before too long only Sarah remained with Diego’s men. Sarah approached the soaked Jennifer in the pool and pulled her up onto her knees. Jennifer stared back in a glazed fashion as if she couldn’t take in all that had been done to her that night. Sarah smiled at Jennifer and dipped a wine glass into the liquid in which Jen knelt, filled up she brought it to her lips and forced her to drink the whole glassful. Sarah poured two more glasses down Jennifer’s throat before shoving her face first into the pool and holding her head under the liquid for nearly a minute. Diego eventually had to pull Sarah away , afraid she might kill the woman who had cheated with her husband.

Two of Diego’s men hoisted the wringing wet slut from her pool and deposited her, still tied up, into a large crate that was near the doorway. Jennifer passed out and drifted away into sweet unconciousness.

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Jennifer Love Hewitt awoke to birds singing and bright sunlight streaming through a window in the room she was in. She smelled of flowers and perfume, her hair was at it’s most luxurious and she felt as if emerging from a long dreamless sleep. However her wrists were tied to corners of a headboard and her ankles to the bottom of the bed. Remembering parts of the party she began to shout for help.

Seconds later Diego entered the room flanked by Sarah Michelle Gellar. Sarah was dressed in a suit , looked very businesslike and smoked a cigarette. As she looked on Diego approached Jennifer , inserted a ball gag in her mouth and tightened it. He then left the two females alone in the room. Sarah came closer, a sadistic smile on her lips.

“My, my Jennifer you do look helpless. A damsel in distress. You don’t know the half of it. But let me tell you. You see you’re in a locked bedroom of a heavily guarded bordello in a South American country. Diego, who has just left has paid me handsomely for your services as a very special whore. He believes that there will be quite a market for men who want a session with someone as pretty as you. Yes, he’s very much the businessman Diego, he’ll let them do what ever they want if they pay enough, and he assures me he has some very sick customers ,you wouldn’t believe what they do to the girls. You soon will though”.

Standing over her former best friend Sarah stubbed her cigarette out on Jennifer Love Hewitt’s right nipple and smile at her obvious pain.

“I’ll come back to see how you’re doing Jen, I can’t wait to see what you look like after a few months here. Probably like the fucking whore you are”. With that Sarah left the room and Jennifer Love Hewitt entered into the slutty, trashy whore years of her life.

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SIX MONTHS LATER

Sarah Michelle Gellar arrived at the small South American airstrip and had only to wait two minutes in the small waiting lounge before one of Diego’s men collected her. It had been two minutes too long. In that short time her expensive cream blouse had become sticky with sweat and started to cling to her and her suit trousers had done likewise, such was the heat and humidity in the lounge. The place stunk, flies had attacked her relentlessly , locals had leered at this rich American woman and she had to carry her suitcase herself. Not the style she was used to. It was necessary though, she did not want anyone who knew her to know where she was for the weekend, it was imperative that she left no trail that could follow.

Things got better when Diego’s man picked her up though. He addressed her with respect, carried her bag and his car had air conditioning. Sarah sat back and began to relax and look forward to catching up with her old ‘friend’, Jennifer Love Hewitt.

Ah yes, Jennifer. Sarah thought back to how she had caught the slut fucking her husband and how Sarah had gained revenge. She had contacted an underworld criminal who put her onto Diego and between the two of them they had arranged for Jennifer to be brutally gang raped, treated like a piece of fuck meat then finally shipped to this godforsaken part of the world to Diego’s ‘specialised’ brothel where local men came to do very perverted things to the girls for very little money. Jennifer was to be the star attraction and Diego had assured Sarah before she had left that, as per her instructions her clients would be allowed to do whatever they wanted to do with Jennifer so long as they paid what Diego asked. Six months had passed and as she had promised herself she was coming to see exactly how far her old friend had fallen – and rather looking forward to it!

When Jennifer had first gone missing there had been a worldwide search for the starlet – nobody knew where she had disappeared to. Her friends, including Sarah, had appealed for her return to no response. Now, six months later she was just an afterthought in the entertainment world. A trivia question – Which big breasted , talent less , bimbo actress went missing in June 200x ? Sarah knew the answer and as the driver drove into the grounds of the mansion that Diego operated his business out of she looked up at some of the barred higher windows wondering if Jennifer was behind one even as she looked.

Diego came out of the mansion and greeted Sarah as she climbed out of the car, her driver hurried round and collected her suitcase and disappeared inside with them.

“Sarah my dear “ Diego exclaimed hugging her, “ I was so glad to hear from you , I thought you might never return.”

“Well I had to be careful. I couldn’t afford anyone to link me to Jennifer’s disappearance or to you or here.”

“No, no , you are quite correct. You could not risk that. Indeed still we must be careful, did you follow my directions on coming here ?”

“Yes. I told no-one I was coming here. Freddie is in Europe filming and shows little concern what I do nowadays. I got a ticket with the small firm you recommended under the name you suggested and here I am. Believe me, no-one knows where I am right now or what I am doing. Which reminds me how is my dear friend? I can’t wait to see her and see how she is after all this time.”

Diego smiled and answered, “She is I think missing her former life somewhat. But I am finding her to be most profitable to my business, she is indeed very popular. But enough of her , you shall see her in good time. You must be tired after your long journey. Please come in and freshen up and change. Have a small rest if you like. I have prepared a celebration meal for you at seven, then we go visit Jennifer and you can see for yourself her progress.”

“Sounds great. I am so tired.”

When Sarah emerged from her room for tea at five past seven that evening she was refreshed and had changed into a short pink dress that Diego obviously approved of given the way his eyes roved over curves. They enjoyed an exquisite meal , had several glasses of fine wine and by nine o’clock had finished and Sarah was anxious to confront Jennifer in her plight.

Sarah followed Diego up three floors of the huge house until they reached a corridor with all red carpets. He led her along it and around a corner and ushered her into a small room at the end. He turned on a small lamp and smiled at the look of concern on his guests face and whispered to her, “It’s alright. We are in a secret room and when I do this you can see Jennifer again” saying that he pulled a cord and half the wall they were facing slid into the ceiling and Sarah found herself staring , through a one way viewing screen into the room next door.

The room next door was well lit and both Sarah and Diego could see in perfectly, the inhabitant of the room obviously could not see them at all. Jennifer Love Hewitt sat on the large double bed in the room, absent-mindedly playing with the belt of the red silk dressing gown she wore. She faced towards the screen but did not look up. Sarah saw with some satisfaction that she had lost some of her girl next door looks and now looked definitely older and harder – no doubt as a result of the life she had been leading over the past six months.

They couldn’t hear anything from the room so were surprised when she sprang to her feet and the door opened. One of Diego’s hostess’s showed a large man in to the room and left him in Jennifer’s company.

Diego whispered conspiratorially to Sarah “I thought you would enjoy seeing her in actual action so I have arranged for one of her usual clients to visit while you were over here. He is, how would you say, very large and very demanding.”

“Oh good.”

In the next room Jennifer was submissively nodding to the large man and swiftly slipped her robe from her body to reveal matching skimpy red bra and panties. Sarah noticed that her old friend had certainly not lost any of her famous curves as her body still looked amazing.

Diego and Sarah stood in hushed silence as they viewed the action as it unfolded in the next room the large man advanced on Jennifer as she sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed her head and shoved her back onto it. He reached around her and whipped off her lacy red bra and tossed it to one side , revealing her magnificent breasts, Sarah had almost forgotten how stunning her rack was. Her client was obviously a breast man as he paid them great attention, roughly pawing them with his big hands then bending over and putting his mouth to use in licking, kissing and biting them. Jennifer reacted as if she was loving this attention. But was it an act, thought Sarah. After all she was hardly a talented actress in her previous life was she? As the action steamed up in the next room Sarah found it harder to believe that Jennifer wasn’t actually into it as much as the man.

Abruptly the large man withdrew his mouth from her chest and stood back, pointing that Jennifer get on her knees in front of him. Jennifer slipped off the bed and with a obedient expression on her face knelt before him. Once there she busied herself with his belt and zipper and in seconds his manhood came out into view. Sarah was amazed at it’s size, it was ten inches long and at least three inches in girth, Sarah had never seen anything that wide before. Jennifer obviously had though as she slowly started lap at its tip with her tongue, gently easing the helmet into her mouth. Carefully, Jennifer swallowed more and more of his cock until most was buried in her mouth and throat. She had certainly learned some new tricks in her last six months.

She serviced him orally in his fashion for at least ten minutes, during which there was rarely a second where his cock wasn’t deep in her throat, his big hairy balls bouncing off her chin, while pre-cum messily began to seep out of her mouth. The man’s movements became more erratic and it was clear he was about ready to cum when he withdrew completely from Jennifer’s mouth. He held his cock in place , aimed at the ex-starlets face and shot a massive load of sticky white cum over her face, strands and splodges splashing onto her face, into her hair, up her nose and into her eyes.

“He loves that, cuming on their face, I think he likes that more than fucking the girls” Diego whispered to Sarah.

“She must like it too !” exclaimed Sarah as she watched Jennifer use her tongue to lick as much of the goo from her face and into her waiting mouth. Sarah had to think to herself about how much Jennifer must have changed in those six months to have done something like that with such an ugly, big guy as she had.

“What a slut!”

Jennifer then used her tongue to enthusiastically clean up the man’s used cock. He then spoke down to her and at his command she stood up and wriggled out of her lacy, red panties, revealing her peachy backside to the two-way mirror. Again the man spoke to her and she crawled on the bed and got down on hands and knees with her bum facing the man. She kept that position as he finished removing the rest of his clothes and by the time he clambered onto the bed his cock was regaining its previous stiffness.

Sarah watched agog as he use his fingers to work Jennifer’s asshole and then without warning inched his manhood into it and quickly established a rhythm as he assfucked her.

“He has paid for an hour session. He likes to get his money’s worth” commented Diego.

“How much has he paid?”

“The equivalent of 40 of your American dollars.”

He pounded into her hard for a good fifteen minutes before climaxing once again and collapsing forward onto Jennifer. They lay there motionless for a few moments before he withdrew his cock and once again she used her mouth to clean him up.

Next door Sarah was quite excited by it all and was very close to frigging herself as she stood in the small room. Diego waited until the client had exited the room before saying to Sarah “ I will go and ready your friend for your visit, I’m sure she’ll be surprised to see you.”

Again Sarah watched on as Diego entered the room. Jennifer barely looked up at him as she lay on the bed naked. He opened a cupboard with a key and produced a pair of handcuffs which he attached to her wrists – she didn’t complain. Then he took out a collar and leash and fixed that round her neck – again no complaint. He then spoke to Jennifer and left to collect Sarah.

Jennifer looked up as Diego re-entered the room and her eyes blazed with hatred at the sight of her former friend who had reduced her to this life, Sarah Michelle Gellar. Sarah stepped forward past Diego to confront and mock Jennifer but before she could say a word, from behind, Diego hooked his hands over Sarah’s face. In his hand was a cloth that smelled strange and quickly Sarah’s eyes fluttered as she passed into unconsciousness.

Sarah slowly started to come round about an hour later. Initially, she was extremely groggy and couldn’t fathom why she seemed to be almost rocking up and down. She forced her eyes open and found herself staring into the face of a straining young man who was on top of her. She realised that she was naked and spread eagled on the bed in which she had viewed Jennifer earlier and each of her limbs were tied to a corner post of the bed. Worse still , she realised the youth was actually fucking her! He was obviously near climax and he closed his eyes, concentrated and before she could say or do anything she felt him shoot a load of sperm into her cunt.

She lay there in shock at what had just happened as the youth got off her and got dressed with a big, cheesy smile on his face. Before she could say anything Jennifer Love Hewitt strode into he room , dressed in the dressing gown she had worn earlier. There was no-one else with her, and she was not restrained in any way. She smirked at Sarah and turned to the teenager.

“How was your first time ? Did you enjoy it ?”

He shyly nodded and began to fumble in his wallet, “ Excuse me Miss but how much am I due you ?” he asked.

“Oh , I think two dollars should just about cover it.”

Sarah watched on aghast as the youth paid this paltry sum for the pleasure of fucking her. He then left the room and Jennifer moved to the side of the bed and looked down at Sarah.

Jennifer looked down at her restrained ex-friend and smiled a very false, insincere smile. Sarah struggled against the bonds that held her, but found no give in them and started shouting.

“Diego! What’s going on? Let me up. Let meee go! Damn you!”

Jennifer produced an orange ball gag from below the bed and proceeded to jam it into Sarah’s shouting mouth to quieten her before wrapping the ends around her head and buckling it in place.

“You always were a noisy little bitch Sarah, this should shut you up for a while. Now how about I answer a few of those questions. First, Diego is next door watching us (she turned and waved at the two way wall), I’m sure he’ll be in to see you before too long. Second, what’s going on is that you’re tied to that bed and will be until I decide otherwise. And thirdly, you’re never going anywhere ever again bitch.”

With that Jennifer brought out a blindfold and secured it over Sarah’s eyes, leaving her unable to see a spec of light. She then left the room, leaving Sarah Michelle Gellar stark naked, spread eagled, tied to the bed, gagged and blindfolded.

Time passed, she wasn’t aware of how much but it passed and nothing seemed to happen, she drifted in and out of sleep until she became aware that there was someone else in the room with her. Leather gloves roamed her body , moving up her thighs and gently stoking them, then moving further up Sarah’s body caressing her breasts and sharply nipping her exposed nipples. Sarah then felt the other person get on the bed and straddle her, obviously excited, as his hard erection brushed her stomach. She grimaced as she prepared to be violated.

Sarah sensed there was something strange about the man who prepared to assault her but could not identify what it was and to be frank she had much to concern her. Then she felt his cock inside her and  powerful thrusts forcing it in deeper. He was huge, she had never had a man this big and it hurt like hell, Sarah screamed into her gag to little effect. Then suddenly her eyes were stung by the harsh light as her blindfold was pulled off.

Sarah looked up to see Jennifer Love Hewitt straddling her . She was fucking her ex-friend. Jennifer wore a black leather bra top and stockings and from her crotch a huge strap-on dildo protruded. With the dildo buried to the hilt inside Sarah’s cunt ,Jennifer gave her captive a cute little wave and continued fucking the living hell out of her. Jennifer fucked her hard and long for a further thirty minutes until Sarah actually cried with the strain she was under. Jennifer smiled at this and gave a further three thrusts before pulling out with a loud pop.

The sudden release was too much for Sarah’s bladder and it released and as Jennifer climbed off the bed she saw the pee spray out of Sarah and spread into a large yellow puddle on the sheets.

Sarah was left like that for the whole of the next day. No one visited her, no one spoke to her, no one fed her. In the end she could not control herself any further and again had to piss herself on the bed and lie in it. Worse followed when the rich food she had digested on her arrival could be held in no longer and she shit her bedclothes. She lay in that mess and stench for a full 24 hours before Diego and Jennifer revisited her.

They both wore face masks as the stood over Sarah, their eyes full of disgust and mocking that such a prissy, stuck up Hollywood starlet as Sarah Michelle Gellar would be reduced to this degrading state.

“Geez, Sarah “ Jennifer purred, “Maybe we should have got nappies for you if you can’t control yourself. You’re disgusting, you know that?”

A man then came in wearing a rubber apron and her untied Sarah’s arms and legs. He used a set of wipes to clean Sarah up somewhat. Her limbs were so numb from being tied so long that she offered no resistance as he then placed silver manacles around her wrists and ankles and use a silver chain to link them together, he then attached heavy black leather collar around her neck and attached a chain leash it. The leash he handed to Diego and left.

“I’ll take that “ demanded Jennifer and she grabbed the leash from Diego’s hand. Sarah was shocked that Diego acquiesced so easily. Just what was going on?

No on seemed in the mood to enlighten Sarah and besides she had enough to worry about as Jennifer marched out of the room dragging her former friend behind her as she desperately tried to keep her legs moving so she didn’t fall over. Jennifer marched Sarah through the mansion briskly and she was glad that no-one saw her like that but wondered where they were going now.

Sarah was hurriedly led through the huge mansion, always working her way down until she knew for sure they were below ground level – that worried her. Jennifer stopped to unlock a thick, dark wooden door and once it was open she pulled the leash hard, Sarah didn’t want to enter, knowing that nothing good would happen to her in that room, but that only served to totally unbalance her and she fell onto the hard floor and had to crawl into the room after Jennifer to prevent being choked by the collar.

The room was much larger than it appeared from the outside, that and the fact that it was only lit by a single uncovered bulb hanging from the ceiling gave it a very haunted feel to it and a lot of dark shadows. There were no carpets, the floor only a level solid stone. In fact there was nothing in the room at all. Jennifer dragged her old friend over to one of the walls and locked the leash into a hook on the wall. Sarah fell to her hands and knees as Jennifer stood over her and addressed her.

“My life here when you left me was hell, you turned me into a cheap whore who serviced anybody and everybody. But I never gave in and I was driven by the thought of gaining revenge on you. And then I met a client who fell for me completely, wanted to take me from this place and make me his own. And he was rich enough and powerful enough to convince Diego to let me go. So I escaped this life but still wanted to get you back and here we are. When you stood in the next room watching me before the man I was fucking was my future husband Armand. He’s very interested in meeting you as well, especially after all he heard about what you did to me before shipping me here.”

“Pl-llease Jen what do you intend doing with me?” pleaded Sarah as Jennifer pulled off the ball gag.

“Oh, you’ll be given a choice, a choice that will shape the rest of your life. But not now.”

With that Diego appeared and put down in front of Sarah two dog bowls. He used a can opener to prise open the lid of a can of cheap dog food and emptied it into the bowl. For the other bowl he unzipped his trousers and took out his cock. He then proceeded to piss in the bowl, once he had filled it he directed the spray at Sarah’s face and splashed it all over her pretty face.

“I’d make the most of that” said a clearly amused Jennifer, “It may be all you get to eat and drink for some time.” With that Jennifer and Diego left the room, turning off the light in the process and plunging Sarah into a complete darkness.

They left her there, abandoned in that pitch black cellar, for two whole days. The collar and leash were such that she could not stand up properly and the stone floor was cold and hard to sit or kneel on. Eventually the ’food and water’ left for her became a necessity and she ate and drank them as if it was a gourmet meal and fine wine, ignoring the bad smell that came from both. She became lonely and disorientated so that she feared for her sanity and craved human company and conversation, but when it came she would soon change her mind.

They barged into the room with no warning, it was chaos and sounded like a buffalo stampede as they crashed in. Sarah had no idea how many of them came in only that it was a lot. Torchlight’s flashed through the darkness, seeking out her blonde head, and four or five seemed to converge on her at once and blinded her eyes so used to darkness. Voices merged into each other as orders and shouts rang out in the stone chamber and Sarah was roughly released from her collar and flung to the floor. There, with lights flashing all over the room she had her mouth filled with a big hard cock that immediately began fucking her, probing into her throat. Within seconds a man got under her and fit his dick inside her pussy and he was soon joined by another roughly inserting his relatively small dick into her arsehole. These three pumped vigorously into her holes with no let up, but they were by no means the only ones in the room as shadowy figure stood all around the four intertwined figures on the floor.

Sarah could do nothing to prevent her body being invaded like this and had to take the punishment until it ended. But it never seemed to end. Diego had arranged for all his clients and more to be involved in this gang-bang like no other. For a full twenty four hours each of Sarah Michelle Gellar’s holes were full of cock and loads of cum. At times she passed out but they just kept fucking her relentlessly, filling her with more and more sperm. Men not in action could either wank as they watched or piss in a large plastic bucket in the corner or they were also encouraged to cum in another, smaller plastic bucket.

When at last it was over and the last man spunked his cum over Sarah’s cum encrusted face (her features barely visible  now) Sarah lay, collapsed on the floor her body aching like never before, her holes having been stretched to almost double what they had been before this. In walked Jennifer Love Hewitt, her high heels clicking on the stone floor, she walked up to her rival and turned on the overhead light to see the carnage before her. Sarah lay in a large puddle of cum and more cum oozed from her asshole and cunt and ran from her mouth. This was truly revenge for what had happened so long ago.

Jennifer then pulled Sarah by her hair over to the bucket of cum and fitted a funnel into her unresisting mouth and poured the sticky white liquid into the mouth and belly of Sarah. When she could take no more the cum started to run down her mouth and chin so Jennifer poured the rest all over her face and hair, then handcuffed Sarah and left there so the cum could dry, hard over her face.

Sarah lay there for the next five hours unable to rub the hardening white crust from her face, the truth was that even if she wasn’t handcuffed she would have been so exhausted and sore she would have struggled to do much to remove it. Jennifer came back in to the darkened cellar and turned on the light , she walked over to the Sarah’s prone body and gave it a stiff kick with her boots to make sure she was conscious for this next activity.

Jennifer wore a rubber black dress and long black rubber gloves and she gripped a handful of Sarah’s crusty hair and pulled her over to the larger of the two buckets. Jennifer chuckled at the crispiness of Sarah’s cum encrusted hair and made sure to snap a few pictures of her completely white covered face, it also felt hard to the touch. She got Sarah kneeling upright before the bucket of nearly day old piss and forcibly drove Sarah’s head into the bucket.

Sarah came to life as she realised where she was and as the liquid started to pour through the fissures in the cum and flow into her mouth, nose and ears, the stale acrid stench seeming to invade her head. She struggled , but in truth it was feeble and had she so desired Jennifer could have drowned her easily, but that wasn’t in her plans and she eventually pulled Sarah’s head clear and used the gloves to wipe some of the cum from Sarah’s features, before dunking her head once more into the yellow liquid in the bucket.

Once she had used the urine to wipe all the loose cum from Sarah’s face, Jennifer dragged her back to the other wall and once again attached the collar and leash before getting the bucket and pouring the whole vile load over Sarah head, leaving her in a large puddle of piss as she closed the door. Sarah Michelle Gellar just knelt there unblinking, her spirit completely broken.

Sarah woke up an indeterminate length of time later. She lay under the covers of a large, luxurious double bed wearing sky blue silk pyjamas. For a moment forgetting the past few days she smiled and stretched out in the bed. The dull pain that spread through her whole body brought it all back to her. She sprang up and took in her current surroundings. She had obviously been washed and cleaned thoroughly since the state she could last remember being in. The room was light and airy and she was not restrained in any way. Gingerly moving, due to the pain that came with each move Sarah checked the wooden door – it was firmly locked.

She sank back onto the bed and had a good long cry as she considered the apparent hopelessness of the situation. Sometime later the door opened and in walked a very elegantly dressed Jennifer, her curly dark hair cascading wonderfully over her bare shoulders.

“I’ll give you one warning only Sarah, don’t speak, don’t even open your mouth or you’ll be gagged again. You just sit there nice and quiet and listen real carefully to me.”

Sarah bowed her head slightly in agreement, her spirit completely broken by the treatment over the past few days.

“You’ve gone though pretty much what you forced me to endure Sarah. Now you’ve got a choice, a choice that I never got. Your first option is that you spend the rest of your life down in the cellar, we might not manage quite as many men as last time but I’m sure there’ll always be takers for a free go. The second option is that you agree, willingly, to be one of Diego’s girls here. This would be your room and although you could wander the grounds you would be allowed no further. You would have to agree to do all that your clients demanded and paid for with no arguments or it would be off to the cellar” Jennifer paused and smiled at Sarah’s horrified face, “I’ll leave you to decide” and she left the room.

Of course, there was really little choice and Sarah knew it so when Jennifer returned an hour later to demand an answer Sarah agreed to become a whore for Diego. Jennifer was delighted and took pleasure in telling Sarah that her first customers would be herself and her future husband, who was so looking forward to meeting her.

Sarah agreed to Jennifer’s offer to work for Diego as a whore. After her recent experience in the cellar she felt that neither her body nor her mind could survive being down there again.

So it came to pass that evening after her first decent meal in nearly a week , Sarah Michelle Gellar sat on the edge of her bed wearing nothing more than a set of lacy black bra, panties and stockings awaiting her first consensual clients.

A knock at the door was followed by three people coming into the room. Leading the way was Jennifer Love Hewitt, wearing a red velvet dress than displayed her bare shoulders and huge cleavage to perfection. Next was Diego in a grey suit and carrying a video camera with him (“I will want to replay this scene forever” explained Jennifer). Finally, in came the man that Sarah had watched Jennifer perform with all those days ago. He was huge, at least six foot five on a wide frame and Jennifer had already glimpsed the rest of him.

Diego took up a position at the far wall and began to record as the couple moved up to Sarah, the man toying with her shiny, blonde hair.

“So you are the woman that betrayed my beloved Jennifer, eh? I should kill you for what you put her though, but then again no, you are responsible for bringing her into my life, and for that I thank you” he had a deeply accented accent and smiled as he played his fingers over Sarah’s face.

“Now Sarah” spoke Jennifer, “ You are going to do exactly as we ask tonight aren’t you? We are paying for your services after all.”

“I’ll do whatever you tell me” was Sarah’s defeated reply.

“Good. Then you can start by slowly removing my clothes.”

Obediently, Sarah moved to her feet and stood behind Jennifer and slipped her cool hands into Jennifer’s dress and slowly peeled it down her statuesque body, revealing her massive breasts then her shaven pussy, as she had not worn any panties. Jennifer stepped out of her dress and stood looking like the most desireablewoman on earth. Diego zoomed in to get her up close on film.

“Lick her breasts whore” demanded Armand, pushing Sarah’s head toward Jennifer’s jugs.

Sarah’s wet mouth enveloped Jennifer’s right nipple and quickly she was licking and sucking it  like a seasoned pro as Jennifer moaned slowly at her touch. Sarah licked every inch of Jennifer’s breasts sensuously as her future husband loosened his clothes. Seeing this, Jennifer suddenly thrust Sarah’s face away from her and ordered her to get on her knees and release his cock from his pants. Sarah did as ordered and soon was at eye level with his huge, semi-erect, manhood.

“Lick it Bitch” ordered Jennifer as she vigorously started to finger herself watching Sarah be their prostitute.

Her mouth stretched and accepted his now hard cock  in and he thrust it deep and gagged her with it immediately. He showed no concern at her situation as he thrust deeper and deeper, forcing her tongue to work overtime. Jennifer kept masturbating and Diego kept on filming until finally Armand started to spasm a bit and he withdrew his cock from Sarah’s mouth and once free launched a massive spray of his cum all over Sarah’s pretty face. It came in three huge busts and almost covered her face. Jennifer smiled and sprung over and began to greedily lick the stuff off of Sarah’s face and once she had gathered the lot in her mouth ordered Sarah to open her mouth and in one amazing French kiss transferred the whole sticky load.

As Sarah swallowed the whole load  Armand got behind her and ripped her lingerie off and threw it away. He then lifted Jennifer up onto the bed and anally entered her , as he built up a hard rhythm he ordered Sarah to get her face in behind him and to start licking his arsehole out. Knowing her future depended upon it she got down there and enthusiastically started to lap away at his big hairy arse. His big cock buried in Jennifer Love Hewitt’s arsehole while Sarah Michelle Gellar tossed his salad was too much for him and once again he pulled out and shot a load of cum onto Jennifer’s asshole.

He turned, pulled Sarah from his bum and thrust her face into Jennifer’s backside and ordered her to lick up his cum from there - which she did with no complaint. From that position Jennifer manoeuvred herself so she sat atop Sarah’s face and she ground her shaven cunt into Sarah’s mouth and demanded that she bring her off with her tongue. By now Diego had stripped off and he manoeuvred his body under Sarah’s and fitted his large cock into her arsehole and pushed it relentlessly upwards. Armand recovered sufficiently to slide his cock into Sarah’s pussy and in that position they writhed and bucked until the two men and Jennifer all came almost simultaneously.

They were all spent now and as they all slowly dressed Jennifer withdrew a 20 dollar note from her handbag and stuffed it into Sarah’s mouth saying “I’m sure you’ll make a good whore Sarah, you’ve had years of practise.”

Spring break had finally rolled around and I was going to my brother’s place back in my old home town to relax. I had left school right after class Friday and drove straight to his place. As I pulled up I noticed my sister-in-law was home. I walked in to find her spread out on the coach watching a movie I relaxed next her she raised up and put her feet in my crotch, now I’m not a feet man but the movie we were watching was starting to get me going and I ad to fight it back just to keep me from going to full mast. She noticed and laughed, “Seems I’m not the only one getting excited by this movie.” She said. Nothing else happened after that. For the next couple of days I decided to relax.

Finally Monday rolled around and I decided to go and try to find some of my old friends. First on the list was my buddies Angelus and Trenton but Angel was chillin at his friend house, it was the house of the girl whom he loved and Trenton was no where to found. Next I went to Ry’s house but he was off at his mom’s house. But who was home was his sister Rachelle. The look on her face when she saw it was me was perfect. She was so happy she jumped in to my arms screaming. I was so distracted I didn’t know she only had a bathing suit on.  I must have looked dumb just staring at her like that. She just looked at me and smiled. “What you’ve never seen a girl in a swim suit before” she said while laughing at me. I could only reply “Uhhhhhhh, yah I have” She asked me to come wit her to her back yard where she was sunbathing so we could catch up on old times. All I could do the whole way was staring at that ass. We chatted for a while I noticed she smiled at me every time I checked her out.

Finally she looked me strait in the eye and said “You Want to fuck me.” I literally fell out of the chair I was in. “What!” I screamed at her. She saw the look I had and explained that she had lost her virginity the previous summer to some guy she met from England and while she admits she enjoyed it she wanted something “bigger” and wanted to test out all the rumors that she heard about me. See my Ex at the time had been telling all her friends that she really missed my dick because her boyfriend right now wasn’t doing it for her.  See I had an above average dick. Sex for me was hard, because girls don’t like it when you literally rip them open, so I didn’t have sex that often. So for her to offer like that made me feel uneasy. To show me she was serious she undid her top and let her little boobs free. They were cute just enough to grab. She walked close to me and I just held her. I lifted her face up with my hand and kissed her. I began to kiss all over her body. She stopped me and pulled me into the house upstairs to her bedroom. I literally pulled off all my clothes in a hurry. She gasped when she saw “IT.”

“WOW,” was all she could mange to say as she went down her knees. She began licking me she stated at the base and worked her way up to the head. Now it was my turn to say wow. Where did you learn to do that,” I stated while trying to concentrate on not cuming. I’ve been watching my brother’s porno,” was all she said. She then began to bob her head up and down real hard even pressing her teeth slight into the skin of my dick. This was starting to really drive me crazy. She stopped soon after that. And said “Just fuck me already.” I didn’t have to be asked twice. I pulled off her bottom and began to tease her by rubbing the head of my dick against her pussy lips. She began to moan, then lifted her up and told her to lower herself on it. I had to be slow or I could hurt her it took some time but I finally got enough in to start pumping it in her. Her moaning was loud, and really started to make me get aggressive, I began to really put all my weight in to it and began to grab her hips and slamming her on my dick. It wasn’t long before she came; I was no where near close. I told her to get on all 4’s. I just stared at that ass before I took her from behind, staring at that ass the whole time. I knew I was about to cum I held it in till the last second and pulled out I unleashed 3 good stream right on to the ass I so loved. She looked at me and saw that my dick wasn’t going down. “Ooooooo It doesn’t die, good cause I want more” she moving around so that she could kiss me.