clothing, and discretely exposing myself, in public.   Now, to the story:

 

 

I have become, in the course of a few short months, a sexually charged submissive trampy, slut, sex slave.   There really are no other terms to describe how I now feel about myself and I think that, for the first time in my life, I feel sexually fulfilled.   I have never been particularly submissive but, for some reason, having my sexual activities directed by someone else, in fact a stranger, whom I have never met, is a particular turn on for me.   Over the course of these months I have come to think of myself as bound completely to obey instructions from this man.   My name is Janet and I am a 19 year old junior in college, essentially on my own since my parent’s death in an automobile accident two years ago.   My parents were quite wealthy and I have enough money from my inheritance to live as I please.   I live alone near campus where I rent a very nice two bedroom apartment.   My breasts are not tremendously large, 34C’s, but are firm and have no sag to them at all.   I am normally naturally blond with green eyes, 5’ 6” tall, 115 lbs., and I work at   keeping myself in shape.   I jog in a park near my apartment at least 4 miles each day.   I also work out three times a week at the local gym.   Consequently, I am in pretty good shape and my body is quite firm and shapely.   I have no one whom I would disgrace with my lifestyle so have no reason at all to be inhibited. I have a few close friends who find my new lifestyle intriguing, and I think, secretly wish they could live at least some of it.

 

It all started about four months ago when I met an extremely nice guy in an internet chat room.   We chatted several times, talking about our sexual activities and fantasies, and doing a little cyber stuff.   We talked of what turned each of us on and he indicated that a particular turn on for him was dominance.   That is, he was a dominant and had trained several other women to be sexually submissive.   In fact he had not only done this in real life but also done it by e-mail.   I was intrigued by this and asked what the e-mail training involved and how it could work that way.   He told me that he had a contract that the female would complete and return to him, spelling out the relationship and then he would train them using e-mail instructions and commands.   Since I was interested he sent me a copy of the contract and a set of command definitions that I would need to understand in order to submit to his training.   I was curious mostly, but after receiving the information and reading it, I thought it might be fun to try something like this and see where it led.   However, I wondered how he could really train someone and expect them to do everything according to his instructions and asked him about this.   He said it was necessary for the woman to have a digital camera and to send him pictures of her doing the things that he would instruct her in.   I had a suitable camera but I wasn’t so sure about sending him the pictures but decided to cross that bridge when the time came.   After chatting with him another time or two I told him I thought I would like for him to train me. I figured that I didn’t really have to do everything he told me and it wasn’t like I was putting myself in any danger from this guy since I would never meet him in person.   I completed the contract, which basically stated that it was not legally binding and could be terminated by either party at any time, but, while in force, I agreed to follow his instructions to the letter and submit to all of his requests, as long as they did not put me in physical danger.  

 

Included with the information he sent were a list of commands that the submissive must learn by heart and perform whenever so instructed.   Generally all positions were to be performed in the nude.   The basic positions, as sent to me, were as follows:

 

1. Kneel: this is the basic position for you. It will be done nude when at home. you will kneel back on your heels, knees spread wide, hands on upper thighs, fingers spread and pointing outward, back straight, breasts thrust out, head held high, eyes lowered. The only change to this will be in public, when not doing some specific training that requires otherwise, you will do this clothed.

2. Inspection: There are 3 parts to this command. First is Inspection kneel: This will be the basic same position as Kneel expect that you will lean back over your feet supported by your hands with your mouth open. Inspection back: you will lay on your back with your legs spread wide. you will use your hands to pull yourself open. This one will always be done nude. Inspection stomach or tummy: you will again be nude for this one. When commanded you will lay on your stomach with your ass raised pulling your ass cheeks apart with your hands.

3. Display: this command will always be done nude. This position is standing with your feet spread shoulder width apart, hands behind head fingers interlaced.

4. Clean: This is the same as Kneel except that your mouth will be open. It will be used to clean anything that has been inserted into you vaginally only and then only when you're not on your monthly cycle.

5. Fours: When this command is given you will get on all 4's for either punishment or for use.

6. Strip: this command is obvious. When given you will immediately strip off all clothing you're wearing. This should be done as sexily as possible.

You will need to know all of these by heart. I will expect a pic of you in each except for the last one sent to Me within a week.

 

I still wasn’t sure about the pictures but the commands that he had sent sounded so perverse that they were erotically enticing to me.   I practiced them, imagining him there, and feeling like a true submissive slut.   I already owned a digital camera with a timer – so was able to take the pictures he asked for.   But I didn’t send them right away – too chicken I guess.   Then, after modifying them to obscure my face, I did send them, though I was late in doing so and explaining that I had debated not sending them.   Because I was late he sent me the following message:

 

“Why did you hesitate to send Me those pictures? This will help greatly in planning for your training. But I do not understand the reason for the debate.   Remember you are to hold nothing back from Me by the contract. These should have been sent according to the time table I gave you. For not doing so I want you to cup each breast with one hand so that your nipple is prominent and using the other hand smack the nipple hard 5 times on each nipple. Then restate the following to yourself " i am Master’s slave. All that i am belongs to Him. i may not hide anything from Him. Because i did not send the pictures of myself to Him when i should i am carrying out this punishment on myself as directed by Him. i'm sorry Master I will not do this again." Do this after each smack of your nipples.

Lovingly,

your Master, “

 

I was a little disappointed and angered by his response since I had expected him to be pleased that I had sent him the pictures.   There was no way I was going to punish myself as he had instructed.   However, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.   I finally decided that if I was into this thing for real, I’d do what I could to make it work.   So – I punished myself.   I memorized what I was to say after each slap of my nipple, then, sitting nude on the bed, grasped my left breast with my left hand, squeezing it so that the nipple stood out, somewhat obscenely.   I smacked it hard with my right hand and recited the words as instructed.   I did this five times for my left breast then rested, looking a my breast.   It was red where I had hit it, the nipple still standing out unusually far.   I massaged it a little and was surprised at how sensitive it now was.   Sensitive in an arousing way.   I gripped my right breast and repeated the punishment on it.   When completed I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how red my breasts were from the spanking I had given them.   The nipples stood out prominently and I realized that I was wet between my legs.   I was surprised that I had actually been turned on by this.    Maybe this guy knew what he was doing after all.

 

One of his first requirements was that I keep a daily journal, and send it to him weekly, describing what I had done in that week, including my feelings at having to follow his instructions.   Any sexual activity was to be described in detail.   Additionally, I was to purchase a piece of jewelry, called an ohnk, which I was to wear at all times, signifying my submission to him.   This turned out to be a very pretty little emblem that was worn on a snugly fitting choker necklace, which I was able to purchase locally.   I was to ensure that the ohnk was visible in any pictures that I sent to him if the position permitted.   Other requirements received from him in that first week included sending a list of my clothing, with particular attention to panties and bras, but including shorts, skirts, blouses, jeans, etc.   I was asked what sexual toys I had (I only had a standard smooth vibrator) and then given a list of toys and other things I would need, with certain ones to be acquired immediately.   Those on the immediate list included a small penis shaped vibrator with at least three speeds, the largest variable speed penis shaped vibrator I could find, an adjustable 9 inch long penis gag, small and medium sized butt plugs, a package of clothespins, and a wooden spoon.   I was able to purchase all these items except for the penis gag locally.   The penis gag I had to order from an on line website.  

 

My initial instructions were to perform a ritual each night in bed before going to sleep.  

 

“Here's a task for you to start performing each night before going to bed. I want you to use your vibrator on slow against your clitoris and slowly use it in penetration. Take yourself to the edge of orgasm. When you get to the point that you're ready to climax stop and let yourself relax back to your starting point. Do this 3 times. On the 3rd time you may have an orgasm. Follow that up with the clean command.   From this point on I want you sleeping nude.”

 

After three or so nights of this I received instructions to change my nightly routine.   Since I had told him I had never had anyone fuck me in the ass or ever really had anything in my ass, he instructed me to begin by inserting my small vibrator in my ass with it turned on medium speed and finger myself, stimulating my clit, until near orgasm.   Just before I reached the point of orgasm I was to stop fingering and stimulating my clit but leave the vibrator going.   As my body calmed down I was to start stimulation of my clit again.   This was to be repeated until I achieved orgasm with out direct clitoral stimulation at time of orgasm.   This was the ritual I performed until I purchased the toys mentioned above.   After I had gotten the toys I was instructed to modify my nightly ritual to begin inserting the small vibrator in my ass, again on medium speed, and the large vibrator in my pussy, not turned on, and continue my ritual, stimulating my clitoral area until just before orgasm, then repeat, but with the vibrator in my ass on high.   This really works.   I could, after a month or so of this ritual, get just about as much pleasure from being penetrated in the ass as from being penetrated in my pussy. In this way I have learned to be aroused simply from having stimulation in my ass.   Of course, with stimulation in both areas, orgasms are much more rewarding now.  

  **

After about a week and a half of his training I asked whether I should ask before having sex with a boy.   I had met a guy that I wanted to have sex with.   I received the following instructions:

 

Yes, you may have sex with boys or girls. but you must make sure that you work very hard to please them and that he or she be allowed to use all your holes at least once and include breast sex while performing oral sex for him. But for either you must be the one doing most of the pleasing.

 

I kept this in mind for future reference and was glad to know what he required.

 

Other instructions with the time frame and some comments are listed below to give you, the reader, a flavor of the kind of instructions I received:

 

**  

The following was sent fairly early on in the training – shortly after receiving the penis gag in the mail.   I was instructed that the penis gag that I was to acquire should preferably be adjustable as to length.   Otherwise, I was to get one no longer than 4 inches but in either case it should be as thick as possible.   The toy store site I found on the internet had several to choose from.   The one that seemed to fit my Master’s description was described as adjustable from 3 to 9 inches in length and offered small, medium, and large sizes in thickness.   The thickness measures were quoted as being 3.5, 4.5, or 5.5 inches in circumference.   I did a little measuring, and assuming I would have this thing in my mouth, possibly for extended periods, I purchased the medium size.   After receiving it through the mail, I experimented a bit with it and found, that while it was little bit uncomfortably large around, I could get it into my mouth fairly easily. I then notified my Master that it had arrived.   He responded as expected, with instructions as follows:

 

“slave – I am glad to hear that you have purchased an adjustable gag.   This will make it much more effective in your training.   Now, I want you to wear the gag during your nightly ritual.   Set it at the longest length that allows you to still breathe comfortably while fully inserted in your mouth.   When you complete your ritual remove and perform the clean command as usual with both the dildos.   Then, after your ritual on the first night, you are to extend the penis gag to it’s longest setting and spend at least 5 minutes sucking it, ensuring that you are able to take the full length. This will probably mean that it will reach well down into your throat.   This will not be easy at first, which is why you must practice.   If you relax your throat and swallow occasionally it will become easier.   It will be difficult to breathe with it all the way in but you must be able to do this for short periods at least.   Eventually most of my subs have found that they are able to breathe with it in all the way, usually still with some difficulty.   Each night increase this practice time until you are sucking it for 30 minutes, at least 10 of which should be with it deep throated. You must eventually be able to take any man’s penis, regardless of size, and deep throat him.   You will find doing this very enjoyable once you perfect the technique and I have every confidence that you will.   Once you have completed the practice session, reset the length so that the penis fills your mouth but is does not cause difficulty breathing.   Attach it around your head and sleep with it in for as long as you can, but no less than 2 hours on the first night.   If you can keep it in longer at first, do so – it will become easier the more you do it.   Eventually I want you to be able to sleep all night with it inserted in your mouth and strapped to your head.  

One additional modification to your nightly behavior will be that, upon completion of your ritual, you will insert the small butt plug in your ass and leave it in for as long as you can stand it.   I know you are not used to having anything in your ass, but your goal must be to sleep with something in your ass all night long.   You must become used to having something in your ass in order to be able to please men, any man regardless of size, by letting them, even wanting them, to fuck you there.   Once you are able to sleep all night with the small plug in, switch to the larger one, then once you are able to sleep with that in all night. You will always sleep with it in.   During the day, you should have either the small one or the large one in as much as possible.   The goal here, eventually but sooner rather than later, is for you to be uncomfortable when NOTHING is in your ass.

Now – this means that, until I give you further instructions modifying your behavior, you will sleep with the gag in your mouth and the butt plug in your ass.   At any point during the night, as long as these items are properly worn, you may stimulate your pussy and tits all you want, and have as many orgasms as you are able and want to have.”

 

  **  

 

The following was sent to me to more fully explain what I was to wear, after the initial instructions regarding dress:

 

You must never wear anything covering your pussy unless you must wear pants or shorts of some sort.   I that case you wear something that fits as tight as possible with no panties.   It should be obvious due to the lack of panty lines, that you are wearing none.   Shorts should be as short as possible, with the cloth fitting between your legs not more than one inch wide, less preferable, at the narrowest point.   Leg openings should be high enough to ensure that the bottom of your round ass cheeks are visible.   Most of these shorts should be of the “hip hugger” variety, cut very low in front and pulled up tight so that the inseam fits in between your ass cheeks and separates your pussy lips.

 

  **  

 

About two weeks after sending my clothing list and receiving the instructions on what to wear I got the following.   I bought the suits and what happened later follows somewhere below.

 

You are to purchase several swim suits.   I will give you web addresses for sites selling the ones I want you to buy.   One is a white bikini.   Another is a white one piece.   Another is a one piece of knit material that clings to all your cracks and crevices.   All are cut extremely high on the sides and have rather narrow fronts to them.   The one pieces have very plunging necklines, particularly the white one which should plunge to below your navel.   It will have two straps to hold the two sides closed in front.   You should never need to use either of these, but depending on the fit, you may use the bottom one if you feel it necessary to prevent arrest.   These suits usually will have a lining at least over your pussy and in the bra portion.   You are to modify each by removing any lining.   There should be only one layer of thin material covering any part of your body.   Worn in this way, these suits will then show off your pussy and tits to best advantage, especially in the white ones, with your pubic hair died black as previously instructed.   The dark patch between your legs will ensure that most people will know the hair on your head is dyed blonde rather than your pubic area dyed black.   This will enhance your image as tramp who dyes her hair to be a “bleach blonde”.   A word of caution – when wet these suits will become almost transparent, leaving very little to the imagination, so swim with care.   A suggestion would be to swim, then, when leaving the water, have a towel handy to wrap around yourself to make you appear modest but short enough to allow glimpses of your dark bush under your suit.

 

  **  

 

After sending my clothing list, about three weeks into my training, my Master began instructing me on what to wear.   He sent the following instructions.

 

“I want you wearing a push bra with either a blouse that buttons down the front or ties in the front for one week. Also wear a short skirt with the shear thong panties.   If weather makes such an outfit inappropriate, you will wear tight low cut hip hugger jeans, worn as low as possible.   After one week you may not wear a bra or panties with either outfit. The blouse at all times must be open enough so that men can look in all they want.   Whether wearing the skirt or jeans, your legs must never be completely together.   It must become normal for you, unless you cross your legs, to sit with your legs apart, at least slightly.    When sitting with legs crossed, never cross them tightly.   When wearing a skirt cross the right leg over left with the right leg pivoting on the left knee at a point approximately three inches below the right knee.   Practice this in front of a mirror with the object of attaining a position which will allow anyone sitting across from you to look up your skirt.   When wearing jeans, always sit with either your legs spread as wide as possible or with legs crossed, ankle on knee.   You are to rest one hand on your crotch, rubbing it occasionally, when sitting in this manner.”

 

And so – here start several recounts of my experiences as a result of following my Master’s instructions:

 

Well - I followed the instructions regarding dress completely, finding that I apparently had exhibitionist tendencies that I was not previously aware of.   And this led to my first experience of sex with a guy since starting my training.   With a short skirt on I practiced, with and without the thong, crossing my legs in front of my full length mirror in my apartment until I was comfortable that I was doing it as instructed.   I was also careful to sit, when legs were uncrossed, with my legs slightly apart, again practicing in front of the mirror.   With my short skirt on and sitting as instructed I knew what others would be able to see – and the thought of doing it in public turned me on tremendously.   Since the weather was quite warm, I rarely wore the jeans, but when I did it became second nature to sit with my legs widely apart and a hand in my lap, over my crotch.   It was relatively easy to wear the blouse with a push up bra, short skirt and thong as instructed for the first week.   I spent a good bit of time in the library studying and getting used to sitting with my legs apart.   I found that in the library with my legs under a table I could spread my legs quite wide while seeming to be engrossed in what I was studying.   With my bra pushing my breasts up and the blouse open to the third button, I displayed a lot of cleavage.   I would sit at a table against a wall facing other tables across from me. My Master had impressed upon me that I should sit, whenever possible, in such a position that would allow as many people as possible to look at me if they wanted to.   On the first night two girls sat at one of those tables and I know they noticed me and seemed to look at me with disapproving expressions.   The second night two guys were there.   They each sat low in their seats and, watching them out of the corner of my eyes, I could tell they were staring at my legs, or between them.   I shifted position several times, each time letting my legs fall farther apart, trying to appear totally absorbed in what I was studying.   I would lean over often, allowing them to get a nice view of my breasts as they strained against the bra.   Each night I would return to my apartment with a soaking wet cunt and dive into bed for my nightly ritual. This went on for most of that week with the same guys coming back twice while I was there. They got pretty obvious in staring at me but I pretty much ignored them until the last night of that first week wearing the clothes as instructed.   That last night, just before I left, I looked right at one of the guys, the cutest one, and smiled at him.   As I got up to leave I slid forward on my seat, allowing my skirt to ride up, exposing my pussy, covered only with the shear thong.   It was soaked with my juices and almost transparent.   As I stood and turned my back to him I left the skirt hiked up and bent forward to retrieve my books and notes, knowing that my bare bottom was on display for any to see.   Then I tugged the skirt back into place turned and smiled again at the cute guy and left.

 

I missed the next few nights at the library.   The time had come for me to go without bra or panties, and for the first three days I did that while going to class and doing my other routine things.   But I studied at my apartment.   It was hard enough at first to wear only a blouse, again with the first three buttons unfastened so that most of my breasts were easily seen as the blouse shifted.   When I would lean forward, the view from the side frequently showed my entire braless breast.   I was very self conscious at first and though I continuing to sit with my legs slightly apart as instructed, I’m pretty sure that I managed to keep from flashing my bare pussy at anyone for those first few days.   Then I could not avoid going to the library.   I had to do some research, and having gotten somewhat used to wearing, other than my shoes, only two pieces of clothing, blouse and skirt, felt a little less self conscious in doing so.   I arrived at the library at my usual time and took my usual table.   For a while no one sat across from me.   Sitting there with my   legs spread only a few inches apart with no one looking, I actually got absorbed in what I was researching.   I thus was not aware when the same cute guy sat down across from me, nor was I aware how far apart my legs had drifted.   After consciously sitting with my legs apart, now for about a week and a half, I really was more comfortable with them apart, consequently they now quite naturally fall apart as I am sitting.   When I glanced up from the notes I was taking and noticed him, he quickly averted his eyes.   I made a point of shifting position, making it look as though I was trying to be a little more discrete.   Then I returned to my notes, shifted position again, pointing my legs directly at him and letting them fall open.   My knees were probably only six inches apart but it felt like six feet as I sat there exposing myself, my bare pussy, to this boy.   I could see him looking at me and I leaned forward to thumb through a book, letting the blouse fall away from my chest and giving him an excellent view of my breasts.   As I straightened back up I glanced at him.   This time he did not look away and I nodded to him, smiled and returned to my research.   I continued to work for another half hour, and continued to give him lots of opportunities to see my bare pussy.   I had actually worked my ass around enough so that my bare bottom was on the wooden seat and the skirt was hiked way up.   Of course this was only obvious to the guy watching me.   As I finished up I gathered my things, placing my notes in my book bag, and slid out of my very slippery seat and stood up, tugging my skirt down as I did so.   As I turned to leave I flashed him my best sexy smile.   I returned the books I had used for my research and left the library, walking toward my apartment, so wet that my juices were running down the inside of my legs.   I had only gone a few yards when I heard footsteps behind me.   I glanced back and there was the guy.  

 

He smiled and said, “Looks like we are going the same way.   Mind if I walk with you?”

I was a little uneasy but he looked harmless and I WAS turned on.   “Sure,”   I replied.

 

“I have noticed you in the library several nights” he said.   “ I’ve been trying to screw up enough courage to ask you out.   Tonight when you got up to leave I finally told myself that all you could do was turn me down – so here I am – asking”

 

He was so obviously nervous and unsure of himself that I almost felt sorry for him.   But he WAS a hunk.   “So, what exactly are you asking me?”   I said as I continued walking.  

 

“Umm, I guess – like – would you go out with me?” he said.

 

“Well, that’s pretty vague. Go out where and when and do what?” I asked.

 

“Shi-oot”, he said, obviously a southern gentleman, “I really hadn’t thought that far ahead.”  

 

We had walked under a street lamp and I stopped and turned to him.   I had my book bag strapped on my back and it was pulling the blouse open all the more.   My breasts were exposed so that the edge of the areolas were exposed around my visibly erect nipples which were pressing against the fabric of the blouse.   He was probably 6 feet, two or three inches tall, maybe 175 lbs., obviously in good shape, and I had to tilt my head back to look up at him.   His eyes were fastened to my cleavage.   “Don’t worry about it,” I said as I slipped my arm under his, pressing my right breast into his left bicep, and began walking again.   “Sure, I’d love to go out with you.   You think about where, when and what and let me know – OK?” I said, looking up at him and smiling.

 

“Damn”, he said, not bothering to watch his language a second time. “That’s really cool.   How about Thursday night?   Do you have any early classes?   We could go to Tiger Tavern and get something to eat, do a little drinking, and then – well, do whatever else you want to do”.

 

This was Wednesday and Thursday was one of the big blowout nights at school, so that sounded cool.   “No – I only have one late class on Thursday so that’s not a problem.   And Tiger Tavern sounds great – I haven’t been there in ages.”   We chatted as we walked and it turned out that he was a sophomore who had transferred from a JR college.  

 

We arrived at my apartment and, stopping, still arm in arm with him I said “Well this is it, where I live. What time should I be ready tomorrow?”   I turned and let my hand linger on his arm, my breasts all but falling out of my blouse.  

 

“How – how about 9 o’clock”, he stammered.  

 

“OK, cool” I said, reaching up to place my hand behind his head.   I pulled him down to my mouth and kissed him lightly on the lips.   “I’ll be ready at 9.”   I kissed him again, this time a real kiss, tongue probing for his.   He responded, thrusting his tongue between my lips.   I really did not plan to invite him in but I was soooo hot and he was sooo a hunk. Breaking the kiss, I said, somewhat breathlessly, “Would you like to come in?   I have a few cold ones in the fridge and I’ve finished all the studying I need to do for tomorrow, and it is still early.”   I know I sounded a little too urgent – but what the hell – I’ve been told by my Master that I’m supposed to please men – why not start here.  

 

“Sure”, he said.   “I could use a cool brew,” as he glanced at my cleavage once more.   I smiled and took him by the hand and led him up the stairs and into my apartment.

 

As we entered and closed the door, I turned and looked up at him, holding him by his hips, and said “I know you have been watching me in the library.   And I hope I didn’t embarrass you.   Sometimes, particularly when I’m into something I’m working on, I’m not the most demure and discrete young lady I should be, like keeping my legs together.   But that’s just me.   Did I embarrass you?”   I asked innocently.

 

“NN-No” he stammered.   “ Not at all. So you knew I was looking and – and still didn’t worry about me seeing – well – stuff?” he asked.

 

“Of course not, silly,” I said. “I knew you were looking and it turned me on.   That’s why I didn’t wear any panties tonight.   You did notice that didn’t you,” I teased.   I look up into his eyes and reach up again and kiss him.   He responds and I reach back to his ass and pull him into me and rub back and forth.   I can feel his erection. I pull back and take his hand again and lead him to the sofa, turn and push him down, smiling at him all the time.   I ask if he would like a beer.   He does.   I go to the kitchen and get two and take them back to the den, hand him his and sit next to him.   I lean into his shoulder as I sip from my bottle and his hand went around my shoulders.   We snuggled like that for a few minutes just talking about not much of anything.   Then I turned and looked up at him.   Our eyes met and it was so easy to reach up around his neck and pull his mouth to mine.   We kissed for a loonnnnng time, a very erotic kiss, we sucked each others tongues and explored mouths.   I turned into him and put my arms around his neck and kissed his mouth, cheek, ear, neck, licking and nibbling as I went.   One of his hands went to cup my ass and the other went to my breasts.   For the inexperienced guy I had him pegged for, he was learning fast.   I straddled him as he sat on the sofa and rubbed against him.   We were really getting turned on.   I know I was and could tell he was to – from the bulge I could feel in his jeans.   I untangled myself from him and stood up in front of him and undid my skirt and stepped out of it and took off my blouse.   Then, standing in front of him with nothing on I told him I really would like to see him naked and asked him to undress   He took my hand and led me, now totally nude, to the bedroom, as though he had been there before.   I said something about how lovely the bed looked.   He just looked at me and smiled, then pulled me to him again and we kissed some more as he rubbed my ass, letting his hands roam between my legs from behind.   I spread my legs a little to give him more access.   Then I pulled away from him slightly and, remembering that I was to put the pleasure of the man first, put my finger to his lips in a shushing gesture, then knelt in front of him and undid his trousers and pulled them down along with his underwear.   He was already pretty hard and I really had a quick intake of breath to see how large he was.   I have no idea of the measurements but I couldn’t get my fist all the way around it and putting two hands on it, like holding a softball bat, there was still probably 2 or three inches of the length showing.   I certainly had never fucked anyone with equipment like that.   As soon as I had him nude from the waist down, I took his cock in my hand and started licking it from base to end and back again, then down to his balls and around, then back up.   His pubic hair was like soft golden moss and smelled so good.   As I put my lips around the head of his cock I licked with my tongue as I sucked it.   He really got into this quickly and was really rock hard.   I backed off a little then, remembering the instructions to let him fuck me between my tits, I, still kneeling in front of him, raised up a bit and placed his hard cock between my tits and then squeezed them together and rubbed up and down, back and forth.   As his cock moved toward my mouth I had no trouble at all taking the end in my mouth and sucking as it moved back out and down between my tits.   I have never done this before with anyone and was surprised at how good it felt. We did this til he pulled away and said that he was about to loose it and needed to put on a condom.   I took the condom from him and knelt again in front of him and put it on his cock, jacking him a little as I did.   Then I sucked on his cock sheathed in the condom for a few times, then I stood and took him by the hand and went to the bed.   I lay down and he lay beside me.   I asked him to get on his knees and straddle my waist.   When he did, I slid down so that his cock was again between my tits.   Again he tit fucked me and I would suck the end as he moved back and forth.   I took his hands and placed them on either side of my tits so he could squeeze them.   It was so hot, my pussy was soaked. Then he stopped and took off his shirt. He was so hot, muscles on muscles, flat, washboard abs, very little body hair except in the right places.   He moved between my legs and began to kiss me there.   This isn’t the first time someone has kissed me there but I was so turned on I had an orgasm almost immediately, I know I almost drowned him.   I really cum a lot when I am so turned on.   He lapped and licked until my body   stopped its involuntary movements somewhat, then moved over me, positioning that lovely cock at my pussy.   He started with slow smooth strokes and I got hot all over again, just that quick.   Never before that quick.   He still hadn’t cum but it wasn’t long before he was thrusting into me rapidly, and I was answering each thrust.   I have never been penetrated to such depths.   I could actually feel him bump against my cervix and thought how hot it would be to have him in there.   But we both came in just a few minutes, maybe five minutes, after he entered me.   We were both exhausted and just lay there with him inside me, my vaginal muscles contracting and relaxing, squeezing him and I could feel his cock jerk inside me from time to time. When he had softened somewhat I pulled away and told him to just lie there on his back.   I moved down him and took him in my mouth again, licking my cum from the condom.   It tasted much better than the first time, hardly any rubbery taste at all.   He was telling me that it was to soon for him, yet he began to get hard again and, though he wasn’t rock hard like before, he was hard enough.   I straddled him and lowered myself onto his cock.   It felt so good, I told him to lie still and let me do the work.   He did at first.   I took his hands and placed them on my tits (why am I now calling them tits – I usually refer to them as my breasts).   Then I could tell he was getting harder in me and he started thrusting up into me as I pumped over him.   He had another orgasm in a very short while.   I did not cum this time but kept raising and lowering myself until I was sure he was satisfied.   I then just collapsed on top of him, hugging and kissing then just lying there.  

 

 

Later we talked, telling each other how good it had been, getting up eventually and walking back, both nude, to the den    We sat and drank another beer, then he fucked me again, this time there on the floor, with me on all fours and him entering me from behind.   After this time we were really tired, and drenched with each other’s sweat, and my juices.  

 

The following was sent, probably about a month after my training started and after I had answered my Master’s question on whether I enjoyed humiliation or not?   I had answered that it turned me on (and it does).   He knew I did not like being called a whore:

 

The next movie that is rated R for sexual content, you are to go see it alone.   I want you to have the butt plug in your ass and the large vibrator in your pussy, no panties or bra of course, and a top that opens easily to allow your tits to be viewed by anyone close to you. You are to sit behind a couple of guys and during the movie have slightly audible orgasms. If they say anything to you, you are to lower your eyes and say you are sorry but do not change seats or leave. Stay where you are and continue to react to the stimulation of the vibrator.   If they get up and move beside you, you are to let them touch you in any way they want. This will just reinforce what, at this point, a worthless little whore, slut you are. But trust Me in time you will come to be a priceless little fucking whore and will desire nothing more than to be a total slave to a Man. “

 

After receiving these instructions, I was really sort of insulted.   I am not and will never be a whore.   I just love sex too much to charge for it.   But I suppose, if my Master wanted to sell me to someone for a night, I would probably do it – but I neither want nor need money for my sexual favors.   Sound a little pompous for a slut??   Well, I guess so – but it is the way I feel.   Anyway, I was a little nervous about carrying out the instructions.   I procrastinated for about a week before doing anything.   My apartment is close to the downtown area of the little college town we are in.   It makes it convenient when I want to drink a good bit because I can walk back to my place from my favorite bar and the downtown area as well as back and forth to campus.   I had been drinking by myself and commiserating with Dave the bartender, owner there, just joking around with him.   I was wearing my usual outfit for these days, my short skirt, a blouse that tied in front (no buttons) and my athletic shoes.     Dave is a cool guy and we have become pretty good friends over the course of the two years or so that I’ve been going to his bar.   He has definitely noticed the change in me and has been curious about what’s going on with me.   I have told him pretty much everything by now – but that’s another story – later.   As I was saying, about a week after getting the instructions about the movie, I went by Dave’s and got a bit high drinking beer there and chatting with Dave.   The movie instructions had been on my mind since I received them and so I decided that if I wanted to do anything about these instructions, it was time to act.   Basic Instincts was playing at the local $2.00 movie downtown and that one seemed appropriate   It was only about 6:00 PM and I could make the 7 o’clock show.   Basic Instincts had been playing for a few days and I figured there wouldn’t be too many people there.   Probably wouldn’t have done it if I hadn’t been just a bit high.   But, I left Dave’s and went by my apartment.   I got the butt plug, inserted it in my ass, and put the vibrator in my fanny pack.   I walked to the movie theater, bought my ticket and entered the theater.   I bought a small bag of popcorn just to have something to do til the movie started. The 5:00 show was just getting out.   I stood at the back for a few minutes checking out who was there.   Not many – a few couples out on a cheap date about halfway down to the front and what looked like three freshmen boys sitting near the front.   No one that looked very promising.   I sat down about three rows from the back, near the middle of the row of seats and waited to see if anyone else would arrive.   If nothing else I would sit there with my vibrator going and just have fun for myself.   Just before the lights were turned down, two guys came in and looked down my row and we smiled at each other.   They took the next row down and sat right in front of me.   Must have been fate.   I was sitting fairly demurely for me, but with my legs slightly apart as usual, the popcorn in my lap.   As the lights went down and previews of coming attractions started, and they turned to talk to each other, I could see them sneaking glances at me.   I put the popcorn on the floor and reached into my fanny pack and got out the vibrator.   Watching to make sure the guys attention was on the screen I inserted it into my pussy.   I was already pretty wet so had no trouble at all getting it in.   I could feel it pressing against the butt plug and the feeling was quite erotic, knowing what I planned to do.   As the main attraction came on we settled back to watch the movie.   When the first sexy scene with Sharon Stone and Michael Douglas came on I turned the vibrator on low.   It’s hum sounded loud to me but the guys apparently didn’t hear it or they ignored it.   I started uttering small moans as the vibrator did it’s work.   I really was getting turned on.   I squirmed around in my seat letting my legs fall farther apart, my skirt working its way up my thighs.   One of the guys glanced back at me and his eyes got a lot bigger as he looked at me.   I had my eyes almost closed with my hands gripping the arm rests of the seat as I moved my ass over the rough material of the seat.   I was using the seat to keep the vibrator in me.   I saw the guy nudge his friend and whisper to him.   His friend then turned and looked back at me, then looked at his friend and mouthed “Son of a Bitch” and then looked back at me.   I took a deep breath and let it out then stopped moving.   As I did I opened my eyes and looked over their heads at the screen .   They were still looking at me, or rather at my legs spread apart three or four inches directly in front of them, and what they could see between them.   I tried to appear as if I had not noticed them looking at me.   Then as the screen brightened for a moment I looked down at their faces, turned toward me, and closed my legs and tried to look embarrassed.  

“I’m sorry,” I whispered to them. “Am I bothering you.   I’ll try to be quieter from now on.”  

 

The larger guy, pretty cute, said “Girl, you gotta be kidding.   You aren’t bothering us as long as you don’t mind us watching you.   This flic really turns you on huh?”

 

The other guy, also cute, smiled at me and said “No, no. You aren’t bothering us at all”.  

 

I tried to look contrite and embarrassed and closed my legs most of the way and stopped squirming around quite as much.   But I took my left hand and kneaded my right breast through the cloth of my blouse.   I began squeezing it and pinching the nipple, moaning softly from time to time.   The vibrator was still humming away and I could feel myself getting close to cumming so slowed down a bit.   As I did, the big guy whispered to his friend and then they both got up and hopped over the seats to sit beside me, one on either side,

 

“Do you mind if we sit beside you? My name is Don”, the big guy said.   We just thought you might need some help back here all by yourself.”

 

I smiled, lowered my eyes but said nothing.   I hesitated slightly, still looking down at my lap, started to say that   didn’t mind what they did, but decided to stay as quiet as possible and see what they did.   I wasn’t long in finding out.

 

The seats in the theater had arms that could be pulled up out of the way and both Don and his friend raised the arms on each side of me.   Don slipped his hand down onto my knee then up the inside of my thigh as I inhaled sharply and spread my legs wider.   Don smiled at me as he pulled my mouth to his with his other hand.   We kissed as his hand found my pussy and the vibrator humming away.   He broke the kiss with a smile and said “My, my, what have we here.   Is that how you have been getting so hot back here?”   With that he pulled the toy from my pussy with an audible squish.   I gasped as the vibrator was pulled from me and I again lowered my eyes, really embarrassed now, but hotter than ever.  

 

I’ve taken five guys home with me at the same time and let them have me in every way possible – in the mouth, ass, pussy, tit fucking, three at a time, in my mouth, ass, and pussy while I jacked the other two off with my hands.   That was some night.   I was covered with cum and pussy juice at the end.   They left in the morning saying nice things about me – about what a good cock sucker I was and how good my ass was to fuck and how talented I was to be able to take care of all of them at once.   They all said they wanted to do it again.   And we have, though not with as many at one time.   The last time I was with two of the guys and one brought his wife.   A really cute red head, really hot.   It was my first time with a woman and I really enjoyed it and I tried to make sure she did too.   He wanted her to have sex with another woman and since I had made it clear to these guys that I was open to anything, he asked if I was willing to have sex with her.   She was a little hesitant at first but eventually, with me licking her cunt and fingering her she got into it.   We kissed and used my toys on each other for several hours while her husband jacked off.   But that is another story and this one has gone on long enough.

>USA , the daughter of two foreign nationals, the father, a French citizen whose parents were Aisian , the mother from a prominent Swedish family.   They had met, fallen in love, married and worked as senior foreign correspondents for a large European news agency.    Shortly after their marriage they were transferred to the USA where their only child, Nickie, was born. They were killed in a freak traffic accident during Nickie’s Sophomore year at school, leaving her financially independent, in trust for her until her 21 ^st birthday.   From her mother she had acquired a fiercely competitive streak that required her to do her best at everything she attempted.   And her best was very, very good.   She was convinced that once she set her mind to a task, there was nothing that she could not conquer.   Now at 19 years of age, she is strikingly attractive, her Asian ancestry contributing to her olive complexion and almond shaped eyes, her Nordic ancestry her blond hair, blue green eyes, high cheekbones, full lips and perfect teeth below a small but authoritarian nose.   Her hair is worn long and straight, reaching below mid back.   She is naturally athletic and trim, but worked at staying in shape by a regular regime of jogging and workouts at a local gym.   She is a tall girl, 5’ 7”, and consistently weighs between 125 and 130 lbs.   Her measurements, 35-24-36, belie   her true appearance, for she is broad shouldered with average sized breasts.   The breasts are, however, perfectly shaped with just the slightest hint of sag, as to confirm the existence of gravity, small well defined areola with nipples that hardened to firm eraser like nubs when aroused.   Her buttocks are, in her mind, too large and she has tried various exercises to reduce their size, but managed only to make them extremely firm and all the more attractive in the eyes of others.   Men as well as women take notice when Nickie enters a room.   In spite of her beauty, obvious to others, as is the case with many beautiful women she does not consider herself beautiful.   Oh, she knows she is attractive enough, but thinks, no raving beauty.

 

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.

 

 

 

tremendously special either.  But he is a kind, considerate husband.  He is the one who suggested we play some games, his term, with me dressing seductively and exposing myself in public.  At first, of course, I thought the idea was ridiculous but eventually, the idea appealed to me.  The more I thought about it the more the thought of exhibitionism began to turn me on.  We always went out together, either to malls, restaurants or bars with music and a dance floor.  We would go back to our home afterwards and have pretty good sex.  But that got old after a short while too.  I began to wonder what it would be like to actually let another man have what I had been showing him.  I found the thought of being with a strange man a real turn on, but it took me a while to get the courage to go out on my own.  Well I had the opportunity.  You see, William has evening hospital rounds every week on Wednesdays and since we live a long way from the hospital and his office, he would stay over that night and come home the next evening.  I finally screwed up my courage and went out on my own.  So, here is how it all started, how I met Rashad and how he completely captivated me.

On one of our outings William and I had passed a small night spot not too far from our home called simply ‘My Place’.  It looked interesting but we didn’t want to be too close to home when we played our games.  Well, I didn’t want to go too far from home by myself and, truthfully, this place didn’t look like a place anyone we knew would frequent.  I decided to wear one of my business suits with a white, sleeveless, tight, turtle neck top of very thin fabric (not quite sheer but close) under the jacket, no bra, short skirt, but not too short, panties, stay up stockings and pumps with moderately high heels.  The swell of my breasts was visible through the wide openings of the arm holes of my top and the shadow of my nipples were visible through the light fabric.  I was especially careful with my makeup – not too heavy but a little light blue eye shadow, some color for my cheeks, and pale pink lipstick.  I had been out with William wearing a lot less clothes and a lot more makeup but, by myself, I didn’t want to be too daring.  I had only a vague idea of what I would do when I got there.  I didn’t know what the place would look like inside.  I decided that if it didn’t look or feel right I would just turn around and leave. 

I arrived about 10:00 PM, walked through the front door and looked around.  It was dark with low level indirect lighting, a juke box or music system of some sort playing quietly in the background.  As my eyes adjusted to the dim interior I could make out a dance floor with a few small tables surrounding it.  The décor inside was nice, much nicer than one would expect from seeing from the outside.  From the back of the room a horseshoe shaped bar protruded.  The place wasn’t crowded but I could see several of the tables were occupied and 4 or 5 seats at the bar were taken.  Since I was by myself I chose a space close to the end of the bar with a couple of vacant seats on either side of me.  The bartender came my way, asked what I would like.  I ordered a glass of white wine and placed my purse on the bar in front of me.  As I waited for my wine I noticed several couples dancing on the small dance floor to a slow country/western tune.  I looked down the bar at the others sitting there.  Most were men and, now that my eyes had fully adjusted, noticed that all were black.  Uh-oh.  Had I made a mistake in coming here after all.  Was this a de facto blacks only place.  No – one of the couples dancing was white.  I relaxed a little more and in my peripheral vision could tell that I was being observed by a few of the men down the bar from me.  It was warm at the bar and I decided to remove my jacket.  The stools at the bar had chair back seats that swiveled around and I hung my jacket on the back of the seat.  I took a cigarette out the pack from my purse, placed it in my mouth and fumbled for my lighter. 

“Let me get that”, a voice beside me said as I felt someone slide onto the seat next to me.  He offered a light for my cigarette.  Surprised, I accepted the light and turned to see who now sat beside me.

“Thanks”, I said, a little breathlessly.  I was looking at an extremely attractive black man, close cropped black hair,  tall and well built.  His voice was so soft and his manner so friendly I didn’t feel threatened at all.  “You sort of snuck up on me there”, I smiled. 

“Well, didn’t mean to surprise you but it’s my business to make sure all attractive ladies in this place are taken care of properly.”  He smiled at me and I saw perfect white teeth in a beautiful chocolate face.  I mean – he was really a nice looking guy.  Shivers went up and down my spine as I tried to compose myself.  My wine came and the bartender asked if I wanted to run a tab.  I replied that I did and took a small sip of the wine. 

“You know those things will kill you”, he said, pointing to my cigarette lying in the ash tray between us. 

“I know”, I said, “I’m going to quit again one of these days, but not tonight”.  Sitting there without my jacket on, I could tell my nipples were rigid and very apparent through the tight material of my top.  He smiled that smile again and said  “I know how that is.  I quit a hundred times before I finally quit for good.” That smile was infectious. 

“So tell me – what brings a good looking lady like you out to a place like this all by your lonesome?” 

“Well,” I replied, “My husband had a  business appointment and I wanted to go out, and since he couldn’t take me, I just decided to go on my own.”  Did that sound too naïve?  Yes, probably.  He smiled again.

“So, you’re married.  Not in business for yourself are you?” he asked.  What? Business for myself? 

“Noooo”, I slowly answered, “I’m not sure I know what you mean ‘business for myself’”.

“Please, I don’t mean to offend you and you don’t look like a professional but I don’t allow solicitation in here and I need to make sure.  That’s all I meant.  Again I apologize if I offended you in any way.” 

“Oh, Jeeze, you thought I might be a – a hooker?” I said, my mouth hanging open.  “But I guess I can see how you might thinks so.  I mean I am alone and at the bar and probably look like I needed company.  Well, I may need company, but not that kind right now”,  I said looking into my wine glass and taking another, longer sip.

“You are obviously not a street walker.  We do get a few of those in here from time to time but after talking with you I don’t think you’re that type”, he said with emphasis on ‘that type’. He smiled again, his expression saying ‘but I know your type’.  I marveled at how easy it was to talk to him.  We were sitting with our seats swiveled to face each other and my skirt had ridden up a little and I was showing a lot of leg.  But my legs were primly together and I tried to be the picture of innocence.  I don’t think I succeeded.  

“My name is Rashad”, he said softly as he placed his hand on my knee and leaned closer.  “I own this place and want all my customers to feel at home here.  Especially ladies that look as good as you.  What’s your name if you don’t mind telling me”.

I felt myself get wet.  I know I was blushing but hopefully the dim lighting hid that.  “I - I’m Kelley”, I stammered.  He didn’t move his hand and I could feel it’s heat through my stocking clad leg.  “Thanks for the compliment”.  I finished my wine and Rashad signaled the bartender and asked for two more glasses of wine.

“Do you mind if we talk a bit”, he asked. “I think I need to get to know you better” he said as his hand did move just a bit, rubbing up my thigh from my knee, just a few inches, then back again. 

He continued to rub slowly as I replied, “No, I wouldn’t mind.  I think you’re a nice guy and I think I might like to get to know you a little better too.”  Did I say that, to a man I had just met who had his hand on my leg?  I was getting hotter and hotter here by the minute and didn’t know where this was going, but didn’t want it to stop just yet.  He moved his seat just a bit closer and as our wine came he began stroking my arm in a sensual fashion, slowly and with just the slightest touch, from shoulder to elbow and back.  The bartender seemed to ignore both of us, but as he left the wine and moved back down the bar I saw a smile playing on his lips. 

“So, Kelley girl, tell me about yourself”.  And I did.  To this day am surprised at how he gained my confidence and I just told him everything about my life, my marriage, eventually even telling him about William and our outings and my exhibitionist tendencies.  He just smiled at me a lot and encouraged me to open up.  Sometimes I wonder if he didn’t somehow hypnotize me to get me to tell him so much, but I really just think he instilled such trust that I felt no threat at all in answering the occasional question that kept me talking.  As we talked his hands moved to my waist and he began to rub up and down from waist to where the swell of my breast was exposed beneath my underarm.  When I wound down, and finished my tale with “and that’s how I ended up here.  I don’t think I am ready for an extramarital affair but the thought is there and it intrigues me.”  I was silent and stared at my wine.  I picked it up and drank the half full glass in one gulp.  “God, how did I manage to tell you all that.  You should be a therapist.  In fact I doubt I would have told a therapist as much as I’ve told you.” 

He smiled that damned smile again, and I found myself melting as his hand lingered, now on my chest under my left breast.  His hand moved slowly upward to cup it softly, rubbing in a slow circular motion.  My eyes closed and I took small jerky breaths.  “Please”, I said.  “I don’t think I’m ready for this yet.  Tell me about yourself now.  I - I don’t know anything about you yet,”  I stammered.   I looked around to see if we were being watched.  No one was watching that I could see. 

He continued to massage my breast through my top for a few more seconds, then moved his hand to my lap.  Now rubbing the top of my thigh, again slowly and softly, he said, “Kelley, you don’t know it yet but you are going to get to know me a lot better I think.  I think I know you pretty well now and I think --- well.  You have taken it this far on your own and, I hope, realize that you don’t need William to protect you.  At least not from me.  I know you’re not ready tonight, but I hope you will be back.   In fact I will expect you back – what did you say William’s schedule was – rounds every Wednesday?”  I nodded mutely. 

“From what you tell me of William, I think he might enjoy taking your games to the next level, and then perhaps to another level beyond that,” he said as I looked at him with a confused expression. 

“What do you mean ‘the next level’,” I asked.  His hands were moving higher and higher, pushing my skirt up so that my panties were visible between my legs.

“Well, you said your games consisted mainly of you being simply an exhibitionist, correct?” I nodded.  “And you never really got involved with any other men other than letting them look, right?”  Again I nodded.  “The next level, Kelley girl, is to let William see you with another man – no, no.  I don’t mean have sex with another man – at least not yet,” he chuckled.  “I think the next time you go out to play your little games you should go to a place called the ‘Shadow Lounge’.  Know where that is?”  I nodded again.  “I can guarantee that a nice looking guy will come over and ask you to dance.  You should accept the invitation and give William a nice show with this guy.  Dance real close, let him have some liberal gropes of your ass and – what ever other places might be available.  Once you start to dance with this guy, just do what feels right.” 

His hands had been moving on me the entire time he was telling me this.  He had pushed my legs apart so he could rub the inside of my thigh.  As he finished talking, he let his hand brush against the front of my panties.  He rubbed up and down a few times and I know he felt my wetness.

“How do you know a guy will ask me to dance?”  I asked.

“Leave that to me.  No, it won’t be me but I’ll ask one of my friends to do it.  Don’t worry, he’s completely trustworthy and you needn’t worry that he would cause any trouble.  The whole idea will be to see how William reacts to this situation.  Do we have a deal?”  he asked. 

I nodded, this time managing a strangled “Y – Yes.  I think so.  I guess I will know for sure Saturday.  When we go out, playing games, that’s usually the night. Right now I think I will, but I don’t know how I’ll feel when you stop touching me.”

“Just remember me, and maybe you’ll know it’s right for you to do this.  You wanted to spice things up, didn’t you.  What better way, hmm?” 

I was so flustered, I pulled away and turned back to the bar.  “I really think I should go now,” I said, slowly and shakily standing.

“Sure, Kelley,” he said as we both stood.  He reached behind my head and gently pulled our faces together.  I couldn’t move my eyes from that mouth, the one with the captivating smile, as he kissed me.  I opened my mouth and he kissed me deeper than I have ever been kissed before.  As we broke apart I almost forgot to breathe.  I finally sucked in a deep breath in a very unladylike gasp.  He smiled again and said.  “Hope to see you back here in a week, Kelley girl.  After we see how William takes this next level” 

Dumbly I nodded and gathered my things.  I fumbled in my purse for money to pay my tab.  “Forget it, Kelley girl.  This night is on me.  It has been a pleasure to talk with you and I will look forward to our next meeting.”  With that he turned and walked through a door at the back of the bar. 

I picked up my jacket and put it on, gathered my things and left on unsteady feet.

As I walked to my car I was very aware that I was as wet between my legs as I had ever been.  I got in the car and immediately removed my panties.  With my skirt up around my waist I let my juices lubricate the seat beneath me.  I drove straight home, feeling the vibration of the car, thinking of Rashad,  remembering his soft touch, that smile, and his oh, so soft voice.  Once inside the house I stumbled to the bedroom,  removed all my clothes and, with memories of Rashad’s touch on my skin, masturbated to an earth shattering climax.  It took all of three minutes and afterwards I was glowing.  Damn, it felt good.  I showered, masturbated again, then to bed and to sleep, exhausted, to dream of this beautiful black man with the smile and soft touch.

When William arrived home Thursday evening, I was dressed a tank top and a pair of short shorts that I know he likes.  I met him with a hug and a sensual kiss that surprised even me.  Perhaps I was feeling a little guilty but mostly I was just horny as hell.  I needed sex after my night out.  I whispered in his ear “I want you, right now”, licked his ear, then took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom.  I began by undressing him, then, kneeling before him, I took him in my mouth.  I sucked and laved my tongue around his dick as he became fully erect.  He was moaning and humping my mouth.  William’s cock is only around 8 inches long but is fairly thick.  Certainly not record breaking size but decent.  I took him all the way into my mouth,  the tip of his cock banging the back of my throat.  He loves it when I deep throat him.  At least that’s what he considers it.  I have since found new meaning to the term deep throat.  But that night I just wanted sex however it came, and William was my only alternative at the time.  I couldn’t complain I guess.  Not that night anyway.  He satisfied me completely.  We did it in every position, 69 which I love, doggy style, missionary position, me on top, facing him, with my back to him and him playing with my breasts.  William surprised me with his stamina as we fucked each other to exhaustion.  I will always be grateful to the gods that gave women the ability to have multiple orgasms.  I must have climaxed a dozen times that evening.  We forgot about dinner and ended going to sleep in each others arms.  In my life, to that point, that was the best sex I had ever had.  And I knew I loved William for his consideration and abilities as my lover.  Of course I know now that his abilities pale in comparison to some others I have known since.  But William remains my anchor, my home that I think I will always be able to return to.  Even when I say things to him that I know humiliate and degrade him, I know he will always be there for me.  He is now just as hooked on this lifestyle as I am.  And, though I know it sounds corny, and under the circumstances, hard to believe, on some level, there is still love between us.

William left for the office around 7:00 the next morning.  I feigned sleep until he left.  As he left the bedroom he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.  I almost cried.  I knew what I was going to do next Wednesday and felt guilty already, but couldn’t get Rashad out of my mind. 

Friday night when William arrived home - I was distant.  I told him I didn’t feel well, that he had sapped all my energy the night before.  Saturday came and he suggested going out and play a game or two.

I agreed, thinking ‘he wants a game – well that’s what he’s going to get.’  With one of my standard outfits on, and with no panties, I left with William around 8:00.  We drove right by Rashad’s place and I, nonchalantly I thought, commented that it looked like an interesting place and that we should maybe try it sometime.  William dismissed the idea.  The place was too close to home.  We had decided, at my suggestion, to go to the ‘Shadow Lounge’.  We arrived there about 45 minutes after leaving home.  We went through our usual routine with me flashing my bare crotch as I slid into our booth, taking off my jacket and, with the top I had on, making it obvious that I wore no bra.  We danced to a few slow songs with William holding my ass as I sensuously ground my pelvis into him.  In the middle of the second dance with William, I glanced at the bar and saw Rashad sitting there watching us.  He was with another guy and he smiled and nodded as he saw me recognize him.  He said something to his friend as he turned away.  As the song ended, I stumbled and William caught me “Anything wrong, Kelley?” he asked. 

“No,” I said, “just a little turned on after that dance.”  We sat back down.  I know my face was flushed, from the hot dancing we had been doing, and knowing what was probably going to happen soon.  I dropped my hand to my lap and, holding William’s gaze, slowly pulled my skirt up and dipped my hand between my legs.  I spread them apart and, with my fingers, opened my pussy lips and inserted a finger.  I closed my eyes, knowing that he couldn’t see what I was doing, but the guys at the bar could.

“Kelley, are you doing what I think you are doing?” William whispered.  I opened my eyes and nodded, grinning. 

“What do you think I’m doing William?” I asked with an innocent expression, continuing to play with myself.  I noticed Rashad bend over and say something to his friend, then saw him start to make his way to our booth.  I pulled my hand from under the table and closed my legs, primly.  Then, looking at William, licked my fingers. 

The guy was black, big and well built.  Not bad looking, but no Rashad.  He approached our booth and, looking directly at me, said “Pretty lady, would you like to dance?”  A slow song had come on the sound system.  I looked at William, and before he could say anything, said “Sure, why not,” and got up.  As I was led to the dance floor, I looked at William over my shoulder.  He was sitting there with an astonished grin on his face, which made me all the more certain I could do this.  If he didn’t care, well, depending on what this guy would do, I’d give him a show. 

As we started to dance the guy put both arms around me, pulling me close.  My arms, with nowhere else to go, went under his arms around his back.  With his mouth close to my ear, he whispered, “I’m Mike, you’re Kelley, right? “  I nodded, my face pressed into the hollow of his neck.

“We’re gonna have some fun tonight!” he chuckled. I grinned as we slowly turned around the floor.  His hand moved lower, down my back, pressed my hips into him.  I didn’t resist, just moved with him.  As the music played, he turned my back to our booth, so William could see what he was doing.  He moved his hand lower, massaged my ass a little and pulled me tighter against him.  I could feel the start of his erection pressing just below my stomach.  I moved against him and felt myself getting wetter.  As the music played he swirled me around and dipped me backwards.  I wasn’t ready for it and sort of stumbled a little but he held me, his left hand now behind me, supporting me and his right hand on my ass.  As he raised me up his right hand slid down my left leg, pulling it up.  As my leg was raised, his hand moved to behind my knee, and he raised my leg further, so that my thigh was roughly parallel to the floor, my leg dangling straight down from the knee.  In this position, my skirt had slid up, barely covering my ass, my bare crotch against him. 

“Hook your leg around my leg.” He whispered in my ear.  I did and he moved his hand to my ass again.  We were right next to our booth and my back was to William, and I knew that he could see what was happening.  We were barely moving on the dance floor.  With my skirt hiked up Mike moved his hand to cup both ass cheeks and I could feel his fingers probing between them.  He pulled my left cheek upward and I knew my glistening pussy was open to William’s view.  Then Mike moved his hand lower and actually inserted a finger in me from behind.  Then I felt more fingers fill me. It felt wonderful and I almost lost it.  I humped against him with one leg wrapped around him and his hand supporting me upright.  His fingers moved in and out of me, Somehow one long finger reached further, rubbing my clit up and down from behind.  I felt him rubbing my pussy juice back over my ass hole.  Then he inserted his thumb, at least that must be what it was, in my ass, as he continued to finger my pussy and stimulate my clit.  I couldn’t do anything but hang on.  Mike was supporting most of my weight with his right hand under and in my ass and in my cunt.  My arms were around him, reaching up his back, my hands holding on to his massive shoulders, my left leg still wrapped behind his right leg, my right leg barely touching the floor.  My body was jerking with uncontrollable spasms as I humped his torso, feeling his hardness beneath his trousers.  I came with a mind shattering convulsion, whimpering and moaning, trying to keep from screaming.  Still, it must have been obvious to anyone within 50 feet of us that I was having an orgasm.  No one except William could see clearly what Mike was doing to me but my movements and the sounds I was making left little doubt.  The music had stopped and a new song was playing when I finally regained a bit of control over my body and unwrapped myself from around Mike and stood unsteadily in front of him.  My skirt was still hiked up and I could feel the lower part of my bare ass exposed, but I didn’t care.  Mike leaned over and kissed me, one of those long sensual ‘I’m gonna swallow your tongue’ kisses.  My pussy spasmed again.  I was dripping wet, my juices running down the inside of my thigh.  We broke from the kiss and, trying to regain my composure, I turned to face William.

Mike stood behind me, his arms around my waist.  I looked at William.  His eyes were riveted to the spot between my legs.  From his position sitting in the booth he could see my exposed pussy, wet and glistening with my juices.  “William, this is my new friend, Mike,” I said.  “Mike, meet my husband, William.” 

As I made the introductions Mike slid one hand down the front of my body to my cunt again, the other went up to cup my left breast.  Standing with my back pressed against him I again could again feel the bulge of his cock, this time pressing against my ass.  As he played with me there in front of my husband he said, “Nice to meet you, Kelley’s husband.  You certainly do have a sweet wife.  Yes sir, and she has one of the sweetest pussies I’ve ever tasted.”  And with that comment he removed the fingers from my cunt and raised them to my mouth.  I could smell my raw sex smell on his fingers and reached my tongue to lick his fingers.  He stuck two into my mouth and I sucked on them as he continued to squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples.  Damn, he was turning me on again.  He removed his fingers from my mouth and again dipped into my cunt.  I humped his hand with William watching.  Then, before I could cum again, he removed his hands and, licking his fingers, said, “Yes sir, one sweeeeet pussy!  You a lucky man, William.”  With that he helped me into my seat and smiling at William, kissed me lightly on the forehead, turned and went back to the bar. 

I stared at William and he stared back with his mouth hanging open. “Son of a bitch!”  he said, “You sure spiced up our games that time?  What the hell got into you?”

“William, such language!” I said, smiling and feigning shock.  “You’ve been complaining that what we were doing was becoming boring, right?”  William nodded, even though I knew I was the one who had complained first.  I leaned toward him.  “Well, I’m not bored anymore.  How about you?  Did it turn you on to see a stranger all but fuck your wife right on the dance floor in front of you.  See him pull up my skirt, finger my pussy and ass hole, squeeze my tits, kiss me, make me cum harder than I’ve ever cum without you, or someone, fucking me?  Of course it did.  I could see it in your face and I can see it now.  You loved it.  And so did I.  Now get me the hell out of here, take me home and I’m gonna fuck your balls off!”  I grinned at him. 

He looked at me with a puzzled expression.  “OK,” he said. “After that little show I’m ready for most anything.  Let me get the waitress’s eye and get our bill.”  I leaned back and just looked at William.  Neither of us said another word until the waitress came with the bill.  I gathered my things, put on my jacket as William paid the bill. 

As we walked out I glanced at Rashad.  He was watching us and smiled as he saw me look his way.  He nodded and pointed to his chest, as if to say ‘will I see you Wednesday?’.  I smiled back and nodded. 

The rest of the days until Wednesday crawled by.  William and I had pretty good sex that night after returning home but my mind wasn’t with William.  It was a few miles down the road, fantasizing that it was Mike, or Rashad, that was fucking me, whose cock I was sucking.  We had sex one other time before Wednesday but I’m sure he could tell I wasn’t fully into it. He didn’t press it. 

Wednesday finally came and as William left for the office he told me to take it easy and rest.  He thought I was just tired.  Well, I was, tired of waiting for this day to come.  I kissed him and told him I would.  As he left my mind turned to Rashad and Mike, as it had so many times since the last Wednesday.  I had dreamed of Rashad’s smile, his soft touch and relived that kiss many times since, fantasizing when William was fucking me that he was Rashad, or Mike.  Well, tonight I hoped to make that fantasy real. 

I was especially careful getting ready to go that evening.  I put on several outfits before deciding on relatively demure sleeveless blouse under a light sweater, a mid thigh skirt, thigh high stay up stockings and heels.  I brushed my long straight hair till it shone, applied modest makeup, a little eye shadow, blush, pale lipstick.  No bra of course.  I debated about panties and decided on a thong.  Dressed, I looked at myself in the full length mirror.  ‘OK ‘, I thought to myself, ‘You’re as ready as you will ever be.  What ever happens tonight will be.  If nothing comes of it, at least I’ve tried.’

I left the house around 9:00 PM, driving slowly savoring the anticipation.  I parked the car and walked, a little unsteadily, to the door, took a deep breath and entered.  The place was just as I remembered it.  I noticed about the same number of people at tables and at the bar.  I made my way to the bar, same seat I had been in the last time, looking for Rashad.  I couldn’t see him anywhere and was a little worried that he might not be there.  But he knew if I was coming back that it would be this night.  The bartender came and said “White wine, right?”

“Yes, sure,” I said, as I removed my sweater. “You have a  pretty good memory.”

“Always remember a pretty lady,” he said with a grin as he moved off to get my drink. 

I felt before I saw Rashad slip onto the stool beside me.  He had already lit a cigarette and offered it to me.  I looked at him as I accepted the cigarette and took a deep drag from it.  “My brand even.  You are pretty observant,”  I said.

“Like I told you, I try to make sure all the beautiful ladies are taken care of,” he said with, of course, that wonderful smile of his.  “Glad you decided to come back.  I thought you would, especially after running into you the other night.  I assume that was William you were with?”

“Yes – yes, that was William”  I said, trying to slow my breathing to a manageable level.

“Nice looking guy.  Does he take care of you?” he asked.

“So far he has,” I replied. My wine came and I immediately took a large swallow.

Rashad placed his hand on my knee as he had before.  That same light touch.  “Sit here and relax, Kelley,” he said.  “I have to go in the back for a little bit.  Drink your wine and I’ll be back for you.”

I sat there smoking and drinking my wine, wondering what he meant by ‘I’ll be back for you.’  Before I knew it I had drunk three glasses and the bartender was bringing my fourth.  Finally Rashad reappeared at my elbow.  “Feeling a little more at ease?” he asked.  I nodded and turned to face him.  Again he placed his hand on my knee and began that slow rub.  I could feel the wine and decided I probably shouldn’t have any more.  After all, I had to drive home later, or so I thought at the time.  Rashad moved his hands to my side and began that stroking movement, up under my arm and down to my waist.  Then up to cup my breast. 

“Nice,” he said. “I like this blouse more than the other one,  I can feel your tit through it better.  Do you always go braless?  You should you know.  You have such nice tits.  You certainly don’t need one.”  My breath was coming in short gasps, and without realizing it, I uttered a low moan.  Rashad moved his hand away from me for a moment and I tried to regain some measure of composure. 

“Rashad, damn, your touch is so sensual,” I said.  “You are making it awfully hard to relax.”

Rashad just smiled and moved his hand again to my thigh, followed it up to the hem of my skirt then back down.  Then moving it to the inside of my thigh stroked upwards to beneath my skirt to the top of my stockings.  “Ahh, I like that,” he said.  “No pantyhose for you girl, right?  Now for the real test.”  He moved his hand again under my skirt, my legs parted slightly and he brushed lightly against the front of the thong covering my pussy.  I shuddered and my hips gave a small involuntary jerk.  “Kelley, you’re covering up the best part girl,” he said.

“It - it’s just a thong,” I stammered.  “After all, I didn’t want to get arrested.” 

“Well, you know what I think.  I think we should go back to my place and have a drink, maybe do a little dancing and see what develops.  Now, now.  Don’t look so panicky.  My place is just in the back here, so we don’t have far to go.  How ‘bout it Kelley, want to come with me?”  The way he emphasized the word come left little doubt that he meant ‘cum’ with me.  I didn’t say a word. Couldn’t.  Just nodded as he took me by the arm and helped me from my seat.  He picked up my wine as I got my sweater and led me through a door at the back of the bar.  I followed him down a hallway to a door on the right.  “In here,” he said. 

The room was comfortably if modestly furnished with a dresser, chair and bed.  Mirrors were placed on all four walls giving a view of the bed from whatever position one might be in.  After placing my glass on the dresser he pulled me to him and gently kissed me.  That kiss.  Like drowning in honey.  His tongue probing, mine exploring his mouth, leaving me breathless.  His hands ran up and down my back to cup my ass cheeks and pull me against him.  I could feel the lump in his trousers pressing against my stomach.  With one hand he unfastened my skirt and it fell to the floor.  He pushed me away, holding me at arms length and turned me around a full 360 degrees.  “Well, that certainly is a thong, isn’t it,” he said.  “Damn, woman, you’re fine.  You are one sexy lady.” 

I know I blushed all over as I replied, “Thanks for the compliment.  You are pretty damn sexy yourself.” I said, trying to act much more confident than I felt. 

“That’s nice, Kelley girl,” he said, “why don’t you just unbutton that blouse – just unbutton it for now.  That’s it.  You look so sexy standing there.  I want to tell you something.  I want you to give me pleasure.  And I want to be sure to give you pleasure.  I think I can guarantee that I will.  Now the first lesson.  I want you to do something for me.  Kneel down here in front of me, Kelley.”  I knelt.  “Undo my belt and unfasten my trousers and let them fall to the floor.  I did as I was told, my eyes fixed in front of me, staring at his crotch.  As the trousers fell I gasped at what I saw.  “Don’t let it frighten you.  I know it’s probably a little larger than you are used to.  But I think you will enjoy it.”

I just stared at it.  He was huge, and he wasn’t even hard yet.  It was beautiful, hanging halfway to his knee.  “Now Kelley, this is your first lesson.”  I didn’t really know what he meant but I was certainly ready to learn,  “I want you to make me ready.  I want you to suck my cock and make me hard.  Don’t be afraid.  I’m going to teach you how to suck a cock this size so we both get pleasure from it.  Now just take the end in your fingers and lift it.  That’s it.  Now lick from the base to the tip.”  I did as he said and I watched it grow.  Rashad was uncircumcised, the first time I had ever seen an uncircumcised cock in my life.  I was fascinated with its size and that skin that covered the bulbous end of his cock. 

“Doing great Kelley girl.  Now grab near the end, make a fist around my cock and pull down.  Pull the skin down from over the end.  AHH! That’s it girl, Feels good.  Now lick all around the head, good.  Now take just the tip in your mouth and use your tongue on it.  Ohhhh yeah, baby.  See how big it’s getting?”  I couldn’t take my eyes off of it as I sucked on the end of this monster.  It got bigger and bigger.  I began to worry that it would hurt, because I knew, hoped, he was going to fuck me with it. 

I stopped sucking long enough to say “Rashad, you’re huge!  I’ve never seen a cock like this before.  It’s  - it’s beautiful.” 

“I know it’s bigger than you are used to but believe me – where sexual satisfaction for the woman is concerned, size, as well as ability, does matter.  Now I want you to take as much of me in your mouth as you can.”  I put my mouth back over the head and pushed down till I felt him at the back of my throat, as far as William had ever been able to go, and yet half, more than half of his cock was still outside my mouth.  That’s good Kelley, I can feel the back of your throat.  But it can go farther.  It will take some getting used to on your part but you can do it.  You have to relax your throat completely, then when you feel the urge to gag, that’s normal at first, just swallow.  You just keep swallowing till you get it all in there.  It will be difficult to breathe too so take a deep breath and let’s see how far we can go.”  I pushed his cock to the back of my throat, felt the resistance, then relaxed my throat and pushed again and tried swallowing as he had instructed.  I felt the urge to gag but suppressed it.  I took a deep breath and pushed harder, swallowing the whole time.  With Rashad encouraging me and telling me how good it felt I continued to make that huge member disappear down my throat.  Finally, I could feel him deep in me, as I swallowed continually my nose touched the tight curls of his pubic hair and I knew I was there.  Unable to breathe I pulled back, allowing the end of his cock to pull past the point where I could breathe again, then, another deep breath and pushed down again, swallowing, always swallowing. 

“God, Kelley girl, you are a natural.  You just want it all the first time don’t you.  That’s it – keep it up – I’m about to feed you my cum straight into your belly.  AHHH! SOOO Goood!”  he said.  I felt his cock expand while my mouth kissed the base of his cock.  I felt the pulsing as his cum erupted deep in my throat, almost to the entrance to my stomach, I was sure.  Then, as he was still pumping gushes of cum from his cock I pulled back and got a mouthful of cum as I slowly milked it with my fist.  I was so hot and enthralled with what I was doing.  I swallowed his cum and wanted more. 

“Kelley, you are a natural cock sucker. I have never had a woman do that to me the first time she tried it.  And it never felt so good.  I knew you were special that first time I met you.  That’s it girl, keep licking it and sucking on it.  This is just the first of a lot of loads of cum I have for you.”  Rashad let me continue to lick and suck for a few minutes, then said,  “OK, Kelley, that was great.  But now let’s just relax a few minutes and then we’ll proceed to the next lesson.  Why don’t you just go ahead and take the blouse and that damned thong off.  I want to see you naked.”

I remove my blouse and the thong and start to take off my heels.  “No, leave them on and the stockings.  You look sexy as hell in just those.  You are one beautiful woman.  Now come over her and lie with me.  Let’s just lie here and see what happens.  I think you may be more experienced than I thought before, so let’s just let nature take it’s course, OK?” 

I nodded in agreement, stood and walked over to the bed and lay down.  He lies beside me and we kiss again.  I can feel his fingers probing around my pussy lips.  I reach down and take his still hard cock in my hand.  I pump up and down.  I then move my hand to his balls and cup them and squeeze gently.  He sucks on my hard pink nipple.  It is very hot in the room.  He moves down between my legs and his tongue finds the opening of my pussy and he sticks it inside and then licks between my inner lips.  He sucks my clit into his mouth and it felt so damn good!

            Rashad then gets on all fours with his huge dick pointing straight down.  I

lie under him and take that magnificent member into my mouth again and begin sucking the head once again.  I play with his balls. In a few minutes, I am on all

fours and Rashad is under me sucking my tits.  First one then the other.  I am

just there on all fours, with my tits hanging down getting sucked like a cow.

It feels incredible!  He begins to rub my pussy while he is still sucking and

I go crazy!  Then I’m on my back again.  He straddles me on all fours and looks down at me.  "What do you want me to do now, Kelley girl?", he asks.

            "I want you to put it inside me."

            "You mean that you want me to fuck you."

            "Yes, I want you to fuck me."

            "Well, you must ask me nice."

            "Please don't tease me.  Fuck me.  Please, Rashad, Please fuck me."

            I spread my legs wide to make it easy for him to enter me.  He lowers

himself on me and I take his hard dick in my hand and guide it to my waiting

pussy.  It touches my opening and he stops.

            "Please, Rashad, I really want you to fuck me."

            He slowly eases his huge cock into my very hot cunt and pumps up and

down.  I just can't describe how good it feels to have his cock pumping my cunt.  My pussy has never been filled this full before. 

“I’m going to take this easy at first Kelley, cause I can tell you are tight as hell.  But you are ready, wet and able to do what I want to do to you.  I think you’ll find it enjoyable,” he says as he moves back and forth with just the first few inches in me.  I move, trying to push more of him into me.  “Now just slow down girl.  I know you are anxious but – have you ever had a cock in your womb?” he asks.  In my womb?  Did he mean he wants to enter my uterus?  I knew with that monster he could reach it but, as thick as he is, I didn’t think it would fit. 

I shook my head and said, “No, Rashad.  I don’t think I can take you there.  You’re so damned huge.” 

“You can take it, girl.  I know you can.  May take a little getting used to but we’ll take it slow,”  he said and I could see his face and I could feel that smile as he slowly pushed more and more of his cock into me.  I feel so full, so wonderfully full, and he pushes yet more into me.  I feel him touch the entrance to my uterus and I pull back a little.  He moved his hands to my hips and pushes again.  I feel the head of his cock begin to spread the small opening.  It hurts but I bite back a groan and let him continue to push.  The pain lessens and slowly he enters me deeper than I believed possible.  I can feel the mouth of my uterus expand as he goes deeper. Then I feel his huge balls press against my ass and I know he is in me to the hilt.  What an incredible feeling.  He moves, pulling out almost from my inner mouth, then back again.  It is like no other feeling in the world.  I don’t want it to end.

"Play with your tits," he says with that soft voice.

I take a breast in each hand and massage them.  I usually don't get a

thrill out of playing with my own breasts, but Rashad watching me play with

them while he fucks me really turns me on! 

            "Ooooooohhhhhhhh!........Ooooohhhhhhh!.............Oooooooooooohhhhh!"

I cum almost immediately.  I didn't want to cum so fast because I wanted it

to last.  But Rashad continues to pump my pussy.  The excitement returns after

only a very few seconds.  I begin to be turned on again.  Again I thank the gods for multiple orgasms. Then Rashad pulls his dick out of me.

"Please don't stop.  I want to cum again!"

"Suck my cock again for a little while."

He puts his wet dick inside my mouth. I suck.  I can taste my pussy juice and suck it all off his dick.  He pulls out of my mouth and rolls me over on my stomach and lifts my ass in the air.  He slides his dick into my pussy and fucks me doggie style.

He reaches down with his hand and plays with my ass hole.  I protest weakly that I’ve never had it in my ass before.  He says “Just relax like you did your throat and it’ll be all right.  You will love it once you get used to it.  I’m not going to fuck you in the ass yet, just play with it a little.”  Rashad continues.  He slides his hand down to my pussy to get his finger wet then slides this thumb into my ass!  I cum for the second time. He reaches around me and puts a hand on each tit and raises me upright so that we are both on our knees.  He is behind me fucking me and playing with both tits.  I am excited again already.  Rashad stops and lifts me and we stand beside the bed.  He stands behind me and I bend over the bed and spread my legs.  He enters me from behind again.  Rashad stands still and I do the pumping  I look up at the mirror on the wall next to the bed and watch myself fuck this man I didn't even know a few weeks ago!  This is not at all like me.  It is very exciting.  I can't get my breath.

"I want....to get......on top."

Rashad lies on the bed on his back and I straddle him and guide his dick

back home into my burning pussy.  I ease him to the mouth of my uterus. I want that incredible feeling again. Again as he enters that tight opening I feel a little pain that quickly dissipates.  I pump as hard and fast as I can with him so deep.  I again look in the mirror and watch myself fuck this man.  Each time I ram down on his cock, his pubic bone hits my clit.  Rashad reaches up and plays with my tits.

I bend over and let his suck on them.  The instant that he sucks a pink nipple

into his mouth, I cum again.

I lie on my back and Rashad puts my legs on his shoulders and fucks me

again.  I am too tired to move.  I have cum more times than I could count.

"I want to cum in your mouth."

I make no objection, just smile and nod agreement.

Rashad again straddles my head and I can taste my pussy juice on his dick.

I suck it and he fucks my mouth, moving his huge dick in and out, not deep this time.  I want to taste all of his load.  I get an idea.  I put my fingers in my pussy to lubricate them good.  Then I put my finger in his ass hole.  I have never done that to anyone before and it feels strange inside.  I slide it in and out....in and out.  Rashad begins to tremble.  I know he is about to cum.  I feel his huge dick swell even bigger than before.  Now it is pumping his salty tasting liquid into my mouth.

I cum again – just from the taste. 

We both lie exhausted beside each other,  my hand encircling his cock, his playing around my pussy.  Slowly we end the marathon.  We lie together for a short while, kissing and just being close to each other.  Then - “I’ve got to get up and check on a few things,’ he said.  “But I’ll be back.  How long can you stay tonight, babe?”

I am luxuriating in an afterglow that I don’t want to ever end.  “Forever,” I whispered to him. 

He just smiled that smile.  “Be back soon,” he said as he got up, put on his shirt, trousers and shoes.  He looked at me lying on the bed, nude, open to his gaze, wanting him to see me this way.  He left and I was alone. 

Rashad did come back that night and we fucked and sucked continually until the sun was shining through the window.  And I did take him in my ass – at least partially.  He said we should take it easy back there the first time.  Since then I have taken all of him in my ass – but that’s another story.  I ended up spending the night there.  He fed me breakfast (no – a real breakfast, bacon, eggs – you know – damn what a dirty mind you have) and I left for home, getting there around 10:30 that next morning.

I showered and went straight to bed.  That’s where William found me when he got home that evening. 

From that night on, until William actually met Rashad – that night of my first real gang bang – I had a standing date on Wednesday nights.  I always spent the night at Rashad’s, but he was telling William the truth when he said he had fucked me only two times.  Well partially true.  He had fucked me more times than I could count but we were only together two times, two all nights, before that.  Other times I was with Mike (who is, next to Rashad, the best one lover I’ve ever had) and other men, at times more than one, and, since then, with many more than one. On that last Wednesday before we met with William, Rashad told me that he wanted me more often than just Wednesdays.  I certainly wanted that too but didn’t see how we could do it.  Then he told me we had to tell William of our ‘arrangement’. He said we either did it his way or we called a halt to our ‘arrangement’.  I didn’t know what to do.  I didn’t think I could give up Rashad and the lifestyle he was pushing me into.  But when I left it was with the understanding that if I wanted to continue, William and I would come to his place the following Saturday and he would take it from there.  Well, you know what happened after that.  I agreed, William and I went to his place and the rest is history – as they say.  Earlier, Rashad had told me he was charging for my services.  At first I was offended, then when I considered how sexy it made me feel, how slutty I felt actually being a whore, and how much I enjoyed it, I was all for it.  William and I didn’t need the money, and it became a game to see how much Rashad could charge for me.  Since then, William’s $1,000 for one night is the record for one guy, however, Rashad has told me that the last time I had about 10 to 15 guys, and some of their wives – this was well after William was told of our arrangement –  was the all time record.  He took in over $6,000 that night. 

I could write more but that’s basically the story – from my point of view.  I know I am probably what polite circles would call a nymphomaniac.  Other circles would call me a slut whore.  Guess I’m both – and hope it never changes. 

Love to all –

Kelley

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

so-spacerun: yes">  I am a retired financial analyst who managed to get out of the market at its peak and as a result have quite a nice nest egg.   I am in good physical shape, with more money and time on my hands than is probably good for me.  

 

Ashton was just beginning her first year at the local middle school not far from our home.   Did I mention that she is lovely?   Such an understatement, but then I am probably a bit prejudiced in that regard.   She has beautiful shoulder length, dark hair with a hint of red in it when the sun shines just right.   Her hair is parted on the right in such a manner that when she leans forward, it falls over her left eye in a most attractive, and yes, sexy manner.   She has the most beautiful big brown eyes set above high cheek bones which frame a youthful mouth with full, sensuous lips.   She is 5’ 3” with a body that is maturing beautifully, with long slender legs above a pert round little ass which tapers to her small waist.   Her breasts are still relatively small but large enough that a push-up bra works wonders.   I have raised her to be proud of her body and neither of us are very inhibited regarding nudity around each other.   The lack of inhibition around each other probably has a lot to do with what has happened since I attended the parent, teacher meeting at her school.   I certainly considered Ashton sexy and figured she would probably break a few hearts in the years to come, but had never harbored thoughts of anyone having sex with her for a long time to come, certainly not me.   Well, perhaps I had fantasized about sex with her – but actually doing it – No way.   Things do have a way of changing.   Enough background.   Now let me relate what has happened.

 

The meeting was held at the school about a month after classes started that year.   The program included meeting the teachers of Ashton’s classes as well as other students and their families.  

 

Ashton was having fun chatting with her friends and I was enjoying meeting some of the other parents.   I noticed one man in particular watching the young girls as they talked and cut up as girls in their teens and early teens will do.   Most, like Ashton, were dressed in shorts and tops that left the midriff bare, or short skirts and t-shirts displaying their bodies to best advantage.   I wasn’t a certified dirty old man, yet, but these girls were so cute and, dare I say it, yes, sexy, that it was hard not to let your imagination run free for a bit.   Ashton ran up to tell me she and two of her friends were going in search of another girl.   I knew the two girls she was with.   They were new friends from school that were a little older than she was, but Ashton had visited them at their house and they had come to ours and I felt they were good kids.   Also didn’t hurt that they were almost as cute as Ashton, especially in their little bikinis when they went for a dip in our pool.   I had met their father, Noel, and thought he was a nice guy who loved his daughters.   I smiled and told Ashton I’d wait for her there and off she went with the two older girls.   The man I had noticed earlier had observed our brief exchange, then eyed Ashton with a funny look on his face as she ran off.   Then he looked back at me and walked over to where I was standing.

 

“Hi, I’m Jerry Clarke,” he said.   “That is a lovely daughter you have there.”

“Thanks,” I said, eyeing him a little cautiously. “I’m Parker Bryant. Nice to meet you,” I said, not knowing if it was going to be nice or not.

“Nice to meet you as well, Parker,” he said as we shook hands.   “How old is your daughter?” he asked, no beating around the bush here.

“Well, she’s twelve going on twenty one.   Actually she’ll be thirteen in a few months” I added.  

“Really!” he stammered.   “She looks a good bit older than that.   Are you new in the area?”

“No, not totally.   We have lived here for several months but this is Ashton’s first year at this school,” I said.   “Ashton’s mother was killed in a traffic accident a long time ago and I’ve raised her since”.  

“Mmmm.   Sorry to hear that about your wife, but I guess that’s why I haven’t seen you guys before.” Then abruptly changing the subject, said, “So what do you think of all these young things running around here?   I tell you, it really gets the old juices flowing watching these girls running around these days in such sexy outfits, doesn’t it?”  

A little taken aback at his remark, I replied, a little hesitantly, “Yes, guess it does.   Styles have certainly changed since I was that young.”

“Yeah, know what you mean.   You know, it’s all father can do to make sure they don’t get themselves in trouble, if you know what I mean?” he winked at me.  

“Yeah, guess I do.” I replied a bit uncertainly.   Where was he going with THIS?

“Ever thought of “doing it” with one of these girls?” he whispered, pointing to a very cute girl in a tight tan mini skirt with a blouse covering very nice breasts, her bra pushing them up to display cleavage.

“I guess I have, like most men, fantasized about it, but the consequences always seem to get in the way,” I laughed nervously.  

“Well, I’d bet there are those here who don’t just fantasize about it,” he said with a cryptic look.   Then before I could reply, said, “hey, here comes your daughter with my daughter, Michelle.”  

Ashton ran up, accompanied by the two girls she had left with and a third girl that I assumed was Jerry’s Michelle.   “Dad, this is Michelle, and you know Jenna and Kylie”, she said completing the introductions.  

“Well, hello Michelle.   It’s nice to meet you.   And it’s nice to see Jenna and Kylie again too.”   Turning to Jerry, I said, “Ashton, I think it’s time for us to meet your math teacher so we better see if we can find her.   It was nice chatting with you Jerry”, and,” turning back to the girls, “certainly nice seeing you young ladies.   I’m glad Ashton has met such nice friends.   Ashton, show me where that classroom is.”  

“Ok, Parker,” said Jerry as we turned to leave.   “We need to go as well.   Come on Michelle.    As we left, he turned to me and said, “How about letting me buy you a cup of coffee this Saturay.   Say 10:00 am at the coffee shop in the mall? ”

Not at all sure why he wanted to have coffee with me and needing to get on to our appointment with the math teacher, I said “OK sure. See you then.”

To make a long story a little shorter, I met Jerry at the coffee shop that Saturday and after somewhat cautiously broaching the subject of sex with young girls, he floored me with some amazing stories; stories about a group of fathers and daughters and, apparently, some mothers, who socialized (I use the term loosely here) together every two weeks or so at each others homes.   He asked if I would be interested in attending, with or without my daughter, but, he quickly added, it would be more fun if she could come.   I could come alone the first time but after that I would have to bring Ashton if I wanted to attend any more parties.   His description of what went on at these parties is what floored me.   Girls, most a little older than Ashton, but some a little younger, and most of whom had been at the parent/teacher meeting, would have sex with the older men, even their fathers.   He said Ashton was so mature for her age he was sure she would fit in.   I wasn’t so sure, but the thought of those young girls having sex with older men, their fathers even, intrigued me.   Hell, it was a real turn on.   I know I should have told him then and there that there was no way, but I didn’t.   As we left the coffee shop, he told me the next party was scheduled for the next Saturday and gave me the address, again encouraging me to come.   I said I would think about it.   He said he’d call me and we parted before I could object.

The next Tuesday afternoon, I picked up Ashton at school and she asked if she could go to Kylie’s house so they could listen to music and do homework together.   Since they lived just down the block from us, I agreed and dropped her off there.

As she started to get out of the car she turned and asked if she could invite Kylie over to swim the next day and I agreed.   “Thanks, Dad,” she said with a cute little smile on her face.   Leaning over she gave me a hug and then kissed me, on the mouth, with considerably more enthusiasm than our usual peck on the cheeks, then was out the door before I could say anything.   A little surprised and puzzled at the affection she had just displayed, I put the car in gear and drove on home.

I actually looked forward to the next afternoon and sexy little Kylie in her bikini.   I idly, well maybe not so idly, wondered if Kylie had ever attended one of Jerry’s parties.

Wednesday came and I again picked up Ashton at school, this time with Kylie, who was looking amazingly sexy in a short little skirt and tight sleeveless blouse stretched over her chest.   Ashton got in the front seat beside me and gave me a hug and another of those kisses, not a French kiss mind you, but definitely longer than usual and I swear I felt her mouth open and her tongue graze my lips.   Kylie looked at us as Ashton kissed me then looked out the window with a smile on her face.   That my daughter was up to something was obvious, but I wasn’t sure what it was.   Probably wanted a really big favor that she thought I might not allow.   Little did I know.

When we arrived at our home, the girls jumped out and immediately went to Ashton’s room and changed into their swim suits.   As they came running down the stairs I was amazed at Kylie’s suit, if you could call it that.   It consisted of two tiny pieces of fabric barely covering her small breasts and tied with the slenderest of strings.   The bottom was low cut and consisted of another small piece of fabric just covering the essentials in front and barely covering her ass in the rear.   Ashton was in her bikini, not as revealing but sexy none the less.   I must have looked a little shocked as they ran by me, as Kylie stopped, came back and did a little twirl in front of me.

“How do you like my new suit Mr. Bryant?” she asked with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Very attractive, but it’s a good thing our pool has a nice high privacy fence young lady.”   I was more than a little aroused and, sticking my hands in my pockets, did my best to hide the rising in my trousers.   Kylie and Ashton both laughed and turned to head for the pool.   At the door Kylie turned and said, “why don’t you put your suit on and join us Mr. Bryant?   It’ll be fun.”   Again with that smile.  

“Yeah, Dad, come play with us.   Pleeeease?” Ashton added, leaning her head forward and looking at me from under that hair falling over her left eye.   She knew that stance never failed to melt me.  

“OK, you girls go on now, maybe I’ll join you in a bit.” I said, my mind working overtime at what these girls might have in mind.   WAS Kylie one of the girls that went to the parties that Jerry had talked about?     Jerry had said the girls were willing participants and really enjoyed the sex.   It sure looked like I might be getting set up.   If so, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I sure wanted to find out.   I went into the den and turned on the news, not really watching it, my mind definitely elsewhere.   About ten minutes later I heard “DAAAAAD, where are you.   I thought you were coming in with us. Come on, please.”  

I turned and there was Kylie at the doorway, a pretty little pout on her face.   “Pleeease, Mr. Bryant.”

“OK, sweetheart, I’ll be there in a minute.   Let me go get my suit on.”   What the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound I figured.  

I went to my room, put on my suit and went back down to the edge of the pool.   Both girls were swimming in the deep end and when they saw me Kylie pumped her fist in the air and yelled “YES!.”    

“What was that about?” I asked.  

“I won the bet.” She said.   “I bet I could get you into the pool and I did.”  

“Well I hope the stakes weren’t too high,” I said with a laugh, and dove into the pool.   I swam to the end of the pool, then back to the deeper end then to the side near the shallow end where I pulled myself out of the water and sat on the edge.   Kylie swam over to me and stood in the water in front of me.   Her wet bikini top was all but transparent and I could see dark little nipples poking against the thin fabric.   Damn, this was one hot little girl.   And she seemed intent on seeing just how far she could push.  

She bounced closer, standing between my knees and put her warm hands on my thighs.   With her eyes on my crotch where something was definitely moving, she said in a very small voice, “Do you like me, Mr. Bryant?”   She looked up at me with that smile again.   “I think you do,” looking back down at my crotch and beginning to move her hands along the tops of my thighs.   I totally forgot about Ashton watching from the end of the pool, as my hormones got the better of me.   I just could not believe the effect this little girl was having on me.  

“Kylie, I…….” I started to say.

“Shhhh.   Let me make you feel good Mr. Bryant.” She said as her hand moved to my erection, now obvious under my suit.   Then she placed her hands on the side of the pool and, in one smooth motion, lofted herself onto my lap, with her arms around my neck, sitting so that my erection was between her legs, straining at the fabric of my suit.   She put a hand behind my head and pulled my mouth to hers.   I was essentially paralyzed, unable to move on my own until her lips met mine.   I returned her kiss with more enthusiasm than I had felt with any female in a very long time.   She took my right hand and moved it to her breast, brushing aside the thin fabric covering.  

“Squeeze it, Parker.   Make me feel good too.” She whispered, breathing in my ear.   Heaven help me, I did.   I squeezed gently, then took the nipple between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth, eliciting a moan of contentment from Kylie.   I didn’t even realize that she was now calling me by my first name, not ‘Mr. Bryant’ anymore.   Without more encouragement I moved my other hand to between her legs.   She spread them a bit allowing me better access.   I rubbed and felt her shudder.   Abruptly she broke our embrace reached behind her back with one hand and to her side with the other.   In no time the bikini was lying beside us.   She stood, now totally nude, smiled down at me, then, kneeling, pushed me around and pulled my suit off, freeing my erect cock.   She pushed me back and lay on top of me, her legs spread on either side of me, her small breasts pressed against me.   We kissed for a long time, with Kylie moving slowly up and down my body, causing her pussy to touch the head of my cock with each passage, teasing that erection.   That sweet little body sliding up and down my body was driving me crazy.   She seemed to sense that I was going to cum if she kept that up, and stopped her movements, allowing me to recover slightly.  

“Parker, have you ever fucked a girl my age?” she asked.   I could only shake my head, no.   “Have you ever thought about fucking Ashton?”

I felt hands around my cock, one squeezing my balls lightly, another around my erection, now gently stroking up and down.   These were not Kylie’s hands.   My God, Ashton, I thought, wildly knowing I should stop this but unable to do so.  

“She wants to fuck you, Parker.   She wants to loose her virginity to you.   She knows you love her more than anything and she is afraid to let anyone else do it.   Will you let her fuck you?   Will you take her cherry, Parker?   She can do it right here, right now.   You just have to lie here and let her do the work.”  

I felt something cover the head of my cock.   Ashton !!?   Then another inch or two of my cock was engulfed, and I felt the resistance of my daughter’s maidenhead.  

Kylie continued to coo in my ear, her hair covering my face so that I could only vaguely see Aston straddling me.   “I have already told her it’ll hurt a little at first, but then it feels sooooo gooooood!   She wants to do this with you, she knows you’ll understand like my dad does.” Then I felt the resistance give way and heard a sharp little cry from Ashton as she pushed herself down onto me.   She pumped up and down on me, a little tentatively at first, then with more energy and quicker strokes.   I absolutely cannot describe the feeling of that tight little pussy around my rampant erection.   It was like nothing I had ever experienced before and I wanted it to never end.   But, with all that had happened there was not way it was going to last much longer.   Kylie moved from above me and I had an unobstructed view of my daughter riding my cock.   An unbelievable sight.

“Ohh! Daaaady,” Ashton moaned above me. “Ohh! It does feel good.   Soooo Gooood!” she squealed.   She continued to ride me and the inevitable happened. I felt her tight pussy tighten further as she had her first real orgasm and I could hold back no longer.   I emptied my load into my daughter’s virgin pussy.   My hips piston up into her for a few more times then we both collapsed onto one another, Ashton’s hair draped over my face, her mouth finding mine and we kissed.   Not our usual father daughter kiss, a kiss of one lover to another, open mouths, tongues searching and finding more pleasure with each breath.  

We slowly disentangled.   Kylie was kneeling beside us, smiling at us as Ashton and I lay there holding each other.   I looked up at her and grinned, a rather foolish grin at that.

“You little sex pot.   You planned this, didn’t you.   You got me going and then when you knew I couldn’t turn back no matter what, turned me over to Ashton.   I thought it was just you that wanted to fuck.   But you – and Ashton too – planned this all along, didn’t you.” I shook my head, not believing what I had just done, or rather what had just been done to, or for, me.  

“Parker,” Kylie softly said, “You’re right, but Ashton wanted to do this.   She wanted to know what it felt like but was afraid to do it with anyone else.   She wanted to do it with you.   She loves you and knows you love her and would never hurt her.   Do you forgive us?” she asked with such sweet innocence that I could not be angry.   On the contrary, I had been given the gift so many men long for but are afraid to reach for.   On my own, I knew I would never have done it, but events have a way of taking over ones life.  

“I know, Kylie,” I replied.   “There is nothing to forgive.   If any forgiveness is forthcoming, I’m the one that needs it but somehow, I can’t feel that this is wrong.   Society says it is, but ….”   I let the comment hang.   I hugged Ashton to me and found that she was gently crying.   “Ashton, sweetheart, what’s wrong.   I’m sorry if I hurt you and if you never want to do this again, we won’t.   I love you, honey, and would never do anything to hurt you or let anything else hurt you, ever.”

“No, dad,” she smiled up at me, “it did hurt a little at first but Kylie told me it would, then it just felt so incredibly good.   I can’t believe how good it felt.   That’s why I’m crying a little.   I’m just soo happy.   You don’t know it but I have thought about somehow getting you to fuck me for a long time now, at least for the last month.   (Ahh, to have the sense of time of a twelve year old.)   Do you mind me saying ‘fuck’?”   She asked, a worried expression on her face.  

“Sweetheart, that’s just what we did.   Call it what you like – intercourse, having sex, lovemaking, or screwing – that’s what we did.   We fucked. And I don’t mind you saying it at all.   Actually it’s kind of sexy to hear you talk like that.”   Now why did I have to say THAT.

“Ashton, do you mind if I kiss your Dad?   He’s really a special kind of dad, and you are lucky to have him.”   Ashton smiled her approval and Kylie leaned over me and kissed me with a long kiss, so erotic that I again felt the stirring in my loins.   “Parker, I think you are getting ready for a repeat performance.” She said as she glanced at my growing erection.   “Ashton, do you mind if I fuck your father now.   You two were so hot together and I am soooo ready.”   Again Ashton smiled and nodded.   Kylie first bent her head to my erection and licked my cock, then took it in her mouth, slowly sucking, impaling her throat on my cock.   After a few minutes she lifted her head and straddled my prone body, positioning her pussy over my erection, slowly lowering herself onto me.   She was not as tight as Ashton had been but, God, the talent in that little body.   She moved like an experienced slut, with an expression of innocence violated that would make a 90 year old young again.   In no time I was thrusting up into her, she meeting my thrusts with equal vigor.  

“Ashton, come over here and I’ll show you something else that’s a lot of fun.   OK, stand over your dad’s head and lower your pussy onto his mouth.   I know he knows what to do.   You just let it feel good – OK?”   Jeeze, what would this little slut do next.   I saw Ashton move over me and that sweet little pussy lower over my mouth, felt it as it touched my lips, felt Ashton gasp a bit and raise up before lowering again.   Then I had the first heavenly taste of almost teen pussy, albeit somewhat enhanced by the taste of my own semen.  

I licked and sucked on Ashton’s little pussy, eliciting low guttural moans from deep within her throat and feeling her tremble at her coming orgasm.   I could hear sounds of kissing and could only imagine my daughter and Kylie kissing one another.   As I ate my daughter’s pussy and fucked her little friend, the thought crossed my mind, fleetingly mind you, but crossed nevertheless, that this was the most lurid, depraved scene I could ever imagine myself participating in, and I was one of the luckiest guys in the world.   Then the thought was gone, never to be thought again (except maybe for that last part).   Then we all lost it. I mean it was one huge orgasmic delight for all three as we came together, me shooting my cum into Kylie, Ashton releasing an amazing amount of juice onto my face, and both Kylie and Ashton making such loud sounds of enjoyment that I later worried that the neighbors, as far away as they were, might have heard.

We lay together, spent but content.   Ashton lay beside me on one side with Kylie on the other.   Kylie faced me as we lay together, me slowly softening but still in her little pussy, and said, “Parker – I hope you don’t mind me calling you Parker – we sort of do that – call the guys by their first name no mater who they are.   I really enjoyed that.    Ashton is so lucky to have you as a dad.   I love my dad too, but somehow it’s different with you.   I don’t know exactly what it is but I want to keep trying until I figure it out?”   Then with that enigmatic smile of hers, said, “You are coming to the party Saturday, aren’t you?   And you’re going to bring Ashton aren’t you?”  

I could only smile weakly and nod, “If Ashton wants to go and understands what goes on there, sure, we’ll be there.”

“Ashton knows what goes on because I told her and she wants to go.   That was one of the reasons for getting you to take her cherry, or virginity if you prefer.   I’m   going to make you so happy Saturday.   I can hardly wait.”   With that she started moving against me again, smiling down at me and, beyond all reasonable expectations, I felt myself getting hard again.   She pumped against me, and with Ashton hugging me from behind we expressed our love for each other one last time that day.  

When we were spent and again lying against one another, I asked Kylie, “Does your father know what you have done?”

“Actually, “she said, “it was really his idea.   He knows Ashton and really wants her to be a part of our group.   So he suggested I try to get you to agree to come to the next party, with Ashton of course.   So I did.   And I am so glad I did.   Exactly how to do it was really Ashton’s idea – the pool and all.   And it worked pretty well don’t you think?”

“Ashton, this was all your idea?” I said.   She nodded, leaning forward with that hair covering one eye, and smiling at me.

“Thank you, sweetheart.   And you too Kylie.   I don’t know if I would have agreed to go to the party or not if you hadn’t convinced me, so convincingly, but now I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Spent and exhausted, we all got up and jumped into the pool, rinsing ourselves of the fruits of our lovemaking.   Yes that is what it was – at least that time – not fucking - lovemaking.   I loved Ashton and Kylie both and I’m sure they felt the same toward me, at least I know Ashton did, and I feel pretty sure that Kylie did at least right then.   We got out of the pool, dried each other off, with a lot of giggling and groping on all sides, dressed, and I drove Kylie home.   My thoughts were on Saturday and what was to come.   I could imagine, but then, I really couldn’t.   But that’s another story.  

Be safe and love your daughters.   They are a gift in more ways than one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"mso-spacerun: yes">  I am a retired financial analyst who managed to get out of the market at its peak and as a result have quite a nice nest egg.   I am in good physical shape, with more money and time on my hands than is probably good for me.  

 

Ashton was just beginning her first year at the local middle school not far from our home.   Did I mention that she is lovely?   Such an understatement, but then I am probably a bit prejudiced in that regard.   She has beautiful shoulder length, dark hair with a hint of red in it when the sun shines just right.   Her hair is parted on the right in such a manner that when she leans forward, it falls over her left eye in a most attractive, and yes, sexy manner.   She has the most beautiful big brown eyes set above high cheek bones which frame a youthful mouth with full, sensuous lips.   She is 5’ 6” with a body that is maturing beautifully, with long slender legs above a pert round little ass which tapers to her small waist.   Her breasts are relatively small but large enough that a push-up bra works wonders.   I have raised her to be proud of her body and neither of us are very inhibited regarding nudity around each other.   The lack of inhibition around each other probably has a lot to do with what has happened since I attended the parent, teacher meeting at her school.   I certainly considered Ashton sexy and figured she would probably break a few hearts in the years to come, but had never harbored thoughts of anyone having sex with her for a long time to come, certainly not me.   Well, perhaps I had fantasized about sex with her – but actually doing it – No way.   Things do have a way of changing.   Enough background.   Now let me relate what has happened.

 

The meeting was held at the school about a month after classes started that year.   The program included meeting the teachers of Ashton’s classes as well as other students and their families.  

 

Ashton was having fun chatting with her friends and I was enjoying meeting some of the other parents.   I noticed one man in particular watching the young girls as they talked and cut up as girls in their teens will do.   Most, like Ashton, were dressed in shorts and tops that left the midriff bare, or short skirts and t-shirts displaying their bodies to best advantage.   I wasn’t a certified dirty old man, yet, but these girls were so cute and, dare I say it, yes, sexy, that it was hard not to let your imagination run free for a bit.   Ashton ran up to tell me she and two of her friends were going in search of another girl.   I knew the two girls she was with.   They were new friends from school that were about the same age or a bit older than she was, but Ashton had visited them at their house and they had come to ours and I felt they were good kids.   Also didn’t hurt that they were almost as cute as Ashton, especially in their little bikinis when they went for a dip in our pool.   I had met their father, Noel, and thought he was a nice guy who loved his daughters.   I smiled and told Ashton I’d wait for her there and off she went with the two other girls.   The man I had noticed earlier had observed our brief exchange, then eyed Ashton with a funny look on his face as she ran off.   Then he looked back at me and walked over to where I was standing.

 

“Hi, I’m Jerry Clarke,” he said.   “That is a lovely daughter you have there.”

“Thanks,” I said, eyeing him a little cautiously. “I’m Parker Bryant. Nice to meet you,” I said, not knowing if it was going to be nice or not.

“Nice to meet you as well, Parker,” he said as we shook hands.   “How old is your daughter?” he asked, no beating around the bush here.

“Well, she’s fourteen going on twenty one.  

“Really!” he stammered.   “That’s wonderful – I mean she seems like a very mature young lady for fourteen.   Are you new in the area?”

“No, not totally.   We have lived here for several months but this is Ashton’s first year at this school,” I said.   “Ashton’s mother was killed in a traffic accident a long time ago and I’ve raised her since”.  

“Mmmm.   Sorry to hear that about your wife, but I guess that’s why I haven’t seen you guys before.” Then abruptly changing the subject, said, “So what do you think of all these young things running around here?   I tell you, it really gets the old juices flowing watching these girls running around these days in such sexy outfits, doesn’t it?”  

A little taken aback at his remark, I replied, a little hesitantly, “Yes, guess it does.   Styles have certainly changed since I was that young.”

“Yeah, know what you mean.   You know, it’s all father can do to make sure they don’t get themselves in trouble, if you know what I mean?” he winked at me.  

“Yeah, guess I do.” I replied a bit uncertainly.   Where was he going with THIS?

“Ever thought of “doing it” with one of these girls?” he whispered, pointing to a very cute girl in a tight tan mini skirt with a blouse covering very nice breasts, her bra pushing them up to display cleavage.

“I guess I have, like most men, fantasized about it, but the consequences always seem to get in the way,” I laughed nervously.  

“Well, I’d bet there are those here who don’t just fantasize about it,” he said with a cryptic look.   Then before I could reply, said, “hey, here comes your daughter with my daughter, Michelle.”  

Ashton ran up, accompanied by the two girls she had left with and a third girl that I assumed was Jerry’s Michelle.   “Dad, this is Michelle, and you know Jenna and Kylie”, she said completing the introductions.  

“Well, hello Michelle.   It’s nice to meet you.   And it’s nice to see Jenna and Kylie again too.”   Turning to Jerry, I said, “Ashton, I think it’s time for us to meet your math teacher so we better see if we can find her.   It was nice chatting with you Jerry”, and,” turning back to the girls, “certainly nice seeing you young ladies.   I’m glad Ashton has met such nice friends.   Ashton, show me where that classroom is.”  

“Ok, Parker,” said Jerry as we turned to leave.   “We need to go as well.   Come on Michelle.    As we left, he turned to me and said, “How about letting me buy you a cup of coffee this Saturday.   Say 10:00 am at the coffee shop in the mall? ”

Not at all sure why he wanted to have coffee with me and needing to get on to our appointment with the math teacher, I said “OK sure. See you then.”

To make a long story a little shorter, I met Jerry at the coffee shop that Saturday and after somewhat cautiously broaching the subject of sex with young girls, he floored me with some amazing stories; stories about a group of fathers and daughters and, apparently, some mothers, who socialized (I use the term loosely here) together every two weeks or so at each others homes.   He asked if I would be interested in attending, with or without my daughter, but, he quickly added, it would be more fun if she could come.   I could come alone the first time but after that I would have to bring Ashton if I wanted to attend any more parties.   His description of what went on at these parties is what floored me.   Girls, most a little older than Ashton, but some a little younger, and most of whom had been at the parent/teacher meeting, would have sex with the older men, even their fathers.   He said Ashton was so mature for her age he was sure she would fit in.   I wasn’t so sure, but the thought of those young girls having sex with older men, their fathers even, intrigued me.   Hell, it was a real turn on.   I know I should have told him then and there that there was no way, but I didn’t.   As we left the coffee shop, he told me the next party was scheduled for the next Saturday and gave me the address, again encouraging me to come.   I said I would think about it.   He said he’d call me and we parted before I could object.

The next Tuesday afternoon, I picked up Ashton at school and she asked if she could go to Kylie’s house so they could listen to music and do homework together.   Since they lived just down the block from us, I agreed and dropped her off there.

As she started to get out of the car she turned and asked if she could invite Kylie over to swim the next day and I agreed.   “Thanks, Dad,” she said with a cute little smile on her face.   Leaning over she gave me a hug and then kissed me, on the mouth, with considerably more enthusiasm than our usual peck on the cheeks, then was out the door before I could say anything.   A little surprised and puzzled at the affection she had just displayed, I put the car in gear and drove on home.

I actually looked forward to the next afternoon and sexy little Kylie in her bikini.   I idly, well maybe not so idly, wondered if Kylie had ever attended one of Jerry’s parties.

Wednesday came and I again picked up Ashton at school, this time with Kylie, who was looking amazingly sexy in a short little skirt and tight sleeveless blouse stretched over her chest.   Ashton got in the front seat beside me and gave me a hug and another of those kisses, not a French kiss mind you, but definitely longer than usual and I swear I felt her mouth open and her tongue graze my lips.   Kylie looked at us as Ashton kissed me then looked out the window with a smile on her face.   That my daughter was up to something was obvious, but I wasn’t sure what it was.   Probably wanted a really big favor that she thought I might not allow.   Little did I know.

When we arrived at our home, the girls jumped out and immediately went to Ashton’s room and changed into their swim suits.   As they came running down the stairs I was amazed at Kylie’s suit, if you could call it that.   It consisted of two tiny pieces of fabric barely covering her small breasts and tied with the slenderest of strings.   The bottom was low cut and consisted of another small piece of fabric just covering the essentials in front and barely covering her ass in the rear.   Ashton was in her bikini, not as revealing but sexy none the less.   I must have looked a little shocked as they ran by me, as Kylie stopped, came back and did a little twirl in front of me.

“How do you like my new suit Mr. Bryant?” she asked with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Very attractive, but it’s a good thing our pool has a nice high privacy fence young lady.”   I was more than a little aroused and, sticking my hands in my pockets, did my best to hide the rising in my trousers.   Kylie and Ashton both laughed and turned to head for the pool.   At the door Kylie turned and said, “why don’t you put your suit on and join us Mr. Bryant?   It’ll be fun.”   Again with that smile.  

“Yeah, Dad, come play with us.   Pleeeease?” Ashton added, leaning her head forward and looking at me from under that hair falling over her left eye.   She knew that stance never failed to melt me.  

“OK, you girls go on now, maybe I’ll join you in a bit.” I said, my mind working overtime at what these girls might have in mind.   WAS Kylie one of the girls that went to the parties that Jerry had talked about?     Jerry had said the girls were willing participants and really enjoyed the sex.   It sure looked like I might be getting set up.   If so, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I sure wanted to find out.   I went into the den and turned on the news, not really watching it, my mind definitely elsewhere.   About ten minutes later I heard “DAAAAAD, where are you.   I thought you were coming in with us. Come on, please.”  

I turned and there was Kylie at the doorway, a pretty little pout on her face.   “Pleeease, Mr. Bryant.”

“OK, sweetheart, I’ll be there in a minute.   Let me go get my suit on.”   What the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound I figured.  

I went to my room, put on my suit and went back down to the edge of the pool.   Both girls were swimming in the deep end and when they saw me Kylie pumped her fist in the air and yelled “YES!.”    

“What was that about?” I asked.  

“I won the bet.” She said.   “I bet I could get you into the pool and I did.”  

“Well I hope the stakes weren’t too high,” I said with a laugh, and dove into the pool.   I swam to the end of the pool, then back to the deeper end then to the side near the shallow end where I pulled myself out of the water and sat on the edge.   Kylie swam over to me and stood in the water in front of me.   Her wet bikini top was all but transparent and I could see dark little nipples poking against the thin fabric.   Damn, this was one hot little girl.   And she seemed intent on seeing just how far she could push.  

She bounced closer, standing between my knees and put her warm hands on my thighs.   With her eyes on my crotch where something was definitely moving, she said in a very small voice, “Do you like me, Mr. Bryant?”   She looked up at me with that smile again.   “I think you do,” looking back down at my crotch and beginning to move her hands along the tops of my thighs.   I totally forgot about Ashton watching from the end of the pool, as my hormones got the better of me.   I just could not believe the effect this little girl was having on me.  

“Kylie, I…….” I started to say.

“Shhhh.   Let me make you feel good Mr. Bryant.” She said as her hand moved to my erection, now obvious under my suit.   Then she placed her hands on the side of the pool and, in one smooth motion, lofted herself onto my lap, with her arms around my neck, sitting so that my erection was between her legs, straining at the fabric of my suit.   She put a hand behind my head and pulled my mouth to hers.   I was essentially paralyzed, unable to move on my own until her lips met mine.   I returned her kiss with more enthusiasm than I had felt with any female in a very long time.   She took my right hand and moved it to her breast, brushing aside the thin fabric covering.  

“Squeeze it, Parker.   Make me feel good too.” She whispered, breathing in my ear.   Heaven help me, I did.   I squeezed gently, then took the nipple between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth, eliciting a moan of contentment from Kylie.   Without more encouragement I moved my other hand to between her legs.   She spread them a bit allowing me better access.   I rubbed and felt her shudder.   Abruptly she broke our embrace reached behind her back with one hand and to her side with the other.   In no time the bikini was lying beside us.   She stood, now totally nude, smiled down at me, then, kneeling, pushed me around and pulled my suit off, freeing my erect cock.   She pushed me back and lay on top of me, her legs spread on either side of me, her small breasts pressed against me.   We kissed for a long time, with Kylie moving slowly up and down my body, causing her pussy to touch the head of my cock with each passage, teasing that erection.   That sweet little body sliding up and down my body was driving me crazy.   She seemed to sense that I was going to cum if she kept that up, and stopped her movements, allowing me to recover slightly.  

“Parker, have you ever fucked a girl my age?” she asked.   I could only shake my head, no.   “Have you ever thought about fucking Ashton?”

I felt hands around my cock, one squeezing my balls lightly, another around my erection, now gently stroking up and down.   These were not Kylie’s hands.   My God, Ashton, I thought wildly, knowing I should stop this but unable to do so.  

“She wants to fuck you, Parker.   She wants to loose her virginity to you.   She knows you love her more than anything and she is afraid to let anyone else do it.   Will you let her fuck you?   Will you take her cherry, Parker?   She can do it right here, right now.   You just have to lie here and let her do the work.”  

I felt something cover the head of my cock.   Ashton !!?   Then an inch or two of my cock was engulfed, and I felt the resistance of my daughter’s maidenhead.  

Kylie continued to coo in my ear, her hair covering my face so that I could only vaguely see Aston straddling me.   “I have already told her it’ll hurt a little at first, but then it feels sooooo gooooood!   She wants to do this with you, she knows you’ll understand like my dad does.” Then I felt the resistance give way and heard a sharp little cry from Ashton as she pushed herself down onto me.   She pumped up and down on me, a little tentatively at first, then with more energy and quicker strokes.   I absolutely cannot describe the feeling of that tight little pussy around my rampant erection.   It was like nothing I had ever experienced before and I wanted it to never end.   But, with all that had happened there was not way it was going to last much longer.   Kylie moved from above me and I had an unobstructed view of my daughter riding my cock.   An unbelievable sight.

“Ohh! Daaaady,” Ashton moaned above me. “Ohh! It does feel good.   Soooo Gooood!” she squealed.   She continued to ride me and the inevitable happened. I felt her tight pussy tighten further as she had her first real orgasm and I could hold back no longer.   I emptied my load into my daughter’s virgin pussy.   My hips piston up into her for a few more times then we both collapsed onto one another, Ashton’s hair draped over my face, her mouth finding mine and we kissed.   Not our usual father daughter kiss, a kiss of one lover to another, open mouths, tongues searching and finding more pleasure with each breath.  

We slowly disentangled.   Kylie was kneeling beside us, smiling at us as Ashton and I lay there holding each other.   I looked up at her and grinned, a rather foolish grin at that.

“You little sex pot.   You planned this, didn’t you.   You got me going and then when you knew I couldn’t turn back no matter what, turned me over to Ashton.   I thought it was just you that wanted to fuck.   But you – and Ashton too – planned this all along, didn’t you.” I shook my head, not believing what I had just done, or rather what had just been done to, or for, me.  

“Parker,” Kylie softly said, “You’re right, but Ashton wanted to do this.   She wanted to know what it felt like but was afraid to do it with anyone else.   She wanted to do it with you.   She loves you and knows you love her and would never hurt her.   Do you forgive us?” she asked with such sweet innocence that I could not be angry.   On the contrary, I had been given the gift so many men long for but are afraid to reach for.   On my own, I knew I would never have done it, but events have a way of taking over ones life.  

“I know, Kylie,” I replied.   “There is nothing to forgive.   If any forgiveness is forthcoming, I’m the one that needs it but somehow, I can’t feel that this is wrong.   Society says it is, but ….”   I let the comment hang.   I hugged Ashton to me and found that she was gently crying.   “Ashton, sweetheart, what’s wrong.   I’m sorry if I hurt you and if you never want to do this again, we won’t.   I love you, honey, and would never do anything to hurt you or let anything else hurt you, ever.”

“No, dad,” she smiled up at me, “it did hurt a little at first but Kylie told me it would, then it just felt so incredibly good.   I can’t believe how good it felt.   That’s why I’m crying a little.   I’m just soo happy.   You don’t know it but I have thought about somehow getting you to fuck me for a long time now, at least for the last month.   (Ahh, to have the sense of time of a fourteen year old.)   Do you mind me saying ‘fuck’?”   She asked, a worried expression on her face.  

“Sweetheart, that’s just what we did.   Call it what you like – intercourse, having sex, lovemaking, or screwing – that’s what we did.   We fucked. And I don’t mind you saying it at all.   Actually it’s kind of sexy to hear you talk like that.”   Now why did I have to say THAT.

“Ashton, do you mind if I kiss your Dad?   He’s really a special kind of dad, and you are lucky to have him.”   Ashton smiled her approval and Kylie leaned over me and kissed me with a long kiss, so erotic that I again felt the stirring in my loins.   “Parker, I think you are getting ready for a repeat performance.” She said as she glanced at my growing erection.   “Ashton, do you mind if I fuck your father now.   You two were so hot together and I am soooo ready.”   Again Ashton smiled and nodded.   Kylie first bent her head to my erection and licked my cock, then took it in her mouth, slowly sucking, impaling her throat on my cock.   After a few minutes she lifted her head and straddled my prone body, positioning her pussy over my erection, slowly lowering herself onto me.   She was not as tight as Ashton had been but, God, the talent in that little body.   She moved like an experienced slut, with an expression of innocence violated that would make a 90 year old young again.   In no time I was thrusting up into her, she meeting my thrusts with equal vigor.  

“Ashton, come over here and I’ll show you something else that’s a lot of fun.   OK, stand over your dad’s head and lower your pussy onto his mouth.   I know he knows what to do.   You just let it feel good – OK?”   Jeeze, what would this little slut do next.   I saw Ashton move over me and that sweet little pussy lower over my mouth, felt it as it touched my lips, felt Ashton gasp a bit and raise up before lowering again.   Then I had the first heavenly taste of teen pussy, albeit somewhat enhanced by the taste of my own semen.  

I licked and sucked on Ashton’s little pussy, eliciting low guttural moans from deep within her throat and feeling her tremble at her coming orgasm.   I could hear sounds of kissing and could only imagine my daughter and Kylie kissing one another.   As I ate my daughter’s pussy and fucked her little friend, the thought crossed my mind, fleetingly mind you, but crossed nevertheless, that this was the most lurid, depraved scene I could ever imagine myself participating in, and I was one of the luckiest guys in the world.   Then the thought was gone, never to be thought again (except maybe for that last part).   Then we all lost it. I mean it was one huge orgasmic delight for all three as we came together, me shooting my cum into Kylie, Ashton releasing an amazing amount of juice onto my face, and both Kylie and Ashton making such loud sounds of enjoyment that I later worried that the neighbors, as far away as they were, might have heard.

We lay together, spent but content.   Ashton lay beside me on one side with Kylie on the other.   Kylie faced me as we lay together, me slowly softening but still in her little pussy, and said, “Parker – I hope you don’t mind me calling you Parker – we sort of do that – call the guys by their first name no mater who they are.   I really enjoyed that.    Ashton is so lucky to have you as a dad.   I love my dad too, but somehow it’s different with you.   I don’t know exactly what it is but I want to keep trying until I figure it out?”   Then with that enigmatic smile of hers, said, “You are coming to the party Saturday, aren’t you?   And you’re going to bring Ashton aren’t you?”  

I could only smile weakly and nod, “If Ashton wants to go and understands what goes on there, sure, we’ll be there.”

“Ashton knows what goes on because I told her and she wants to go.   That was one of the reasons for getting you to take her cherry, or virginity if you prefer.   I’m   going to make you so happy Saturday.   I can hardly wait.”   With that she started moving against me again, smiling down at me and, beyond all reasonable expectations, I felt myself getting hard again.   She pumped against me, and with Ashton hugging me from behind we expressed our love for each other one last time that day.  

When we were spent and again lying against one another, I asked Kylie, “Does your father know what you have done?”

“Actually, “she said, “it was really his idea.   He knows Ashton and really wants her to be a part of our group.   So he suggested I try to get you to agree to come to the next party, with Ashton of course.   So I did.   And I am so glad I did.   Exactly how to do it was really Ashton’s idea – the pool and all.   And it worked pretty well don’t you think?”

“Ashton, this was all your idea?” I said.   She nodded, leaning forward with that hair covering one eye, and smiling at me.

“Thank you, sweetheart.   And you too Kylie.   I don’t know if I would have agreed to go to the party or not if you hadn’t convinced me, so convincingly, but now I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Spent and exhausted, we all got up and jumped into the pool, rinsing ourselves of the fruits of our lovemaking.   Yes that is what it was – at least that time – not fucking - lovemaking.   I loved Ashton and Kylie both and I’m sure they felt the same toward me, at least I know Ashton did, and I feel pretty sure that Kylie did at least right then.   We got out of the pool, dried each other off, with a lot of giggling and groping on all sides, dressed, and I drove Kylie home.   My thoughts were on Saturday and what was to come.   I could imagine, but then, I really couldn’t.   But that’s another story.  

Be safe and love your daughters.   They are a gift in more ways than one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ashton are coming Saturday, aren’t you?"

"Kylie – I just don’t know about this. I mean ……." I paused as Kylie put her small finger to my lips.

Quietly she said, "Shhh. I think I know what you are going to say, Parker. But don’t you know that all of the girls are safe at these parties. None of us have to do anything we don’t want to do, and what better introduction to sex can there be than to have it done by men with some experience who are considerate of their partners. I mean all of our fathers are there and we know they would not let anything happen that would hurt us. Or would you rather Ashton end up in the backseat of the car of some teenager who could care less about her feelings?"

"Yeah, I know – I think the same thing – but then think that I’m just rationalizing it all away. I still don’t know about Saturday – we’ll see. I need to talk to Ashton about all of this." I said.

She smiled knowingly and said, "OK Parker – I think she really wants to do this and I really think it would be good for her – I know it has been for me. But you talk to her about it and consider her decision about all this – I know she’s thought about it a lot and knows what she wants."

Kylie squeezed my leg and kissed me as Ashton got out of the car. She released my mouth and whispered into my ear "Parker, I REALLY want you to come to that party Saturday. I want to be your first when you get there. I promise you’ll have a really good time." With that she leaned over, providing an arousing view of her cleavage, and whispered promises of what she would do if we would come to the party.   Her soft whispers were accompanied by her warm breath on my ear like a soft summer breeze tinted with young girl smell.   Damn, I nearly lost it right then and there.

"Kylie, how can I say no after that sort of invitation. And if Ashton still wants to go, we’ll be there." I stammered.

"OK, I don’t think Ashton is going to change her mind, right Ash?" She said. Ashton smiled and nodded. "Great. I’m sure I’ll see you guys there", she added with a grin and a wink as she slid out of the car.

SECTION 2

Ashton got back in the car and I put the car in gear and we headed home. She moved close to me and put her arm through mine and just hugged it to her chest, not speaking but smiling up at me as I tried to keep the car on the road.

The next two days were a blur. Just went by in no time at all. Ashton and I did not repeat our sexual activity – just did a lot of hugging and exchanging "I love you’s" often.   Ashton was as happy as I have ever seen her and I expect the time went much slower for her than it did for me. We agreed that what she, Kylie, and I had done was enjoyable, for all concerned, but I think we both were a bit more self conscious around each other than we had ever been before. So, we waited for the big party, not knowing exactly what to expect but knowing it was going to involve Ashton, as well as other young girls, and sex.

Saturday arrived and Ashton was up early. She spent all morning trying to decide what to wear. I was trying to put the finishing touches on an article that I was writing for a financial newsletter I publish periodically. I got very little done with Ashton coming down every so often to model her latest choice. She looked great in all of them and I told her so, but that didn’t help her make a choice. Finally we both agreed on an outfit – a short pleated skirt with a sleeveless blouse that buttoned up the front over blue bikini panties and matching blue push-up bra. She had applied only light make-up and looked the epitome of the young innocent.

The party was scheduled for 10:00 at Jerry’s house, about a 10 minute drive from our place. We didn’t leave until 10:00 so were a little late arriving. Ashton rode all the way over on her side of the car and when we got there we just sat in the car looking at each other, neither of us sure what to expect inside. Finally Ashton slid over to me and gave me a very deep kiss. When I could get my breath back, I whispered, "Ready?" She nodded, smiling, hair falling over that left eye said, “Are you?”   I gave her an ‘I guess so’ shrug and opened the door.   As we got out of the car, I noticed she had unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse, revealing the tempting cleavage that resulted from the little push-up bra she wore. I frowned a little at her but she just smiled and walked on ahead of me to the front door.

SECTION 3

At the door Ashton rang the doorbell. Chimes could be heard over muted laughter from somewhere. The door opened and there stood Jerry with a big smile on his face. "Well, well, you did decide to show up. I was worried that you may have changed your mind. Noel told me that Kylie had convinced you. Come on in, they’re all in the den." Jerry put his arm around Ashton’s waist and hugged her close as he escorted her, with me following behind, into a large den, with a patio visible through sliding glass doors. The patio overlooked a huge landscaped yard surrounded by a high privacy fence. People were milling around inside and out on the patio – a few on the grass nearby. As we entered the den I heard a girlish shout from across the way - "ASHTON !!!", and saw Kylie running toward us. She glanced at me before hugging Ashton and planting a very sexy kiss on her lips. Ashton momentarily taken aback by such a welcome hesitated only a few seconds before returning the embrace and enthusiastically responding, tongues obviously mutually exploring each others mouths.   I remember thinking at the time, ‘looks like they may have done that before’.

When they finally came up for air, Kylie turned her pretty head to me and said "Parker, you guys are late – you ought to be ashamed to make me worry so – but I’m soooo glad you and Ashton did come after all. When you weren’t here at 10:00, I was worried that you weren’t coming at all. I was really going to be mad at you if you hadn’t come."

"Sorry, Kylie. It just took longer to get ready than we had planned but we aren’t too late. And we have been looking forward to coming as well." I replied.

"OK, Parker," Jerry interrupted, "let me introduce you to some of the other folks here while Kylie shows Ashton around."

"Fine," I said and tuned with him to meet a group of dads standing nearby. Noel was in the group, and although I had seen some of the others before, other than Jerry, he was the only one I had really met before. I offered him my hand and said "Hi Noel, we saw Kylie already. Good to see you again."

He shook my hand and, grinning, said "Yeah, I heard. Kylie has been looking for you and worrying that you weren’t going to show. Glad you made it."

I turned to the other men in the group and shook hands as I was introduced to George, Brad, and Warwick. All had daughters there. When we first entered the den I noticed that most of the young girls were congregated together on one side and their fathers and a couple of what I assumed were mothers were on the other side. At our entrance and general incorporation into the group, everyone began to intermingle, as though they had all been waiting on us. Perhaps, more likely we just got there at the right time. As the other men in our little group wandered off, in search of their favorite girl I’m sure, Kylie came running (gosh, doesn’t that bundle of energy ever slow down?) back with Ashton and her sisters, Jenna and Natalie. Of course I had met Jenna before but not Natalie. Together their resemblance to each other was remarkable. Natalie was obviously older than the other two but did not look her 19 years. Jenna, a year younger than Kylie, could have passed as her twin. All three were beautiful young girls, Natalie exhibiting a wee bit more mature sophistication than her sisters but, obviously, still a teen. But it was Kylie whose appearance and manner intrigued me. She was so self confident yet with a sweet innocence that shown through that outer beauty, spiced by that mischievous sparkle that came and went in her eyes.

"Dad, here’s Ashton. Isn’t Parker a hunk?" and without waiting for a reply, "Parker, you know Jenna and this is Natalie. She’s been dying to meet you after hearing Jenna and me go on about you."

I’m sure I actually blushed at this girl’s unabashed compliment. "Well, I hope she’s not disappointed," I said. "I certainly am not. Beauty in the extreme obviously runs in this family. Natalie, it is a pleasure to meet such an attractive young lady. With three beautiful daughters such as you, Noel is a lucky man."

"You bet he is, and he knows it. We remind him every chance we get," replied Kylie digging her father in the ribs. "OK, now dad, Parker is with me. And I know you will probably end up with Larissa and I think George would be perfect for Ashton." Kylie – taking charge. But I had no objections at all. I looked at Ashton and saw that she was looking shyly at Noel.

"OK, sweetie, that’s fine with me if it is ok with Parker and Ashton, but they may want to take it easy at first. This sort of get together takes some getting used to for some people," Noel said. Turning to Ashton he said, "You know, sweetheart, you don’t have to do anything here you don’t want to do. If you say you don’t like what someone is doing or wants to do, just say no . It’s as simple as that. Sometimes some of the guys might think you are just pretending you don’t want to do something and might not stop. If you really mean no, tell them firmly that you ‘really don’t want to do that’ and they should stop. No one has ever done anything that a girl didn’t either agree to or at least not object to that I am aware of at these gatherings and I don’t think there will be any problem. But – just in case, either your dad or I will be nearby. Just holler for one of us if you need to and we’ll handle it. OK?"

Ashton, nodded and said thanks. I don’t know about Ashton, but I was relieved to hear him say this. I expect it was as much for my benefit as Ashton’s.

As we talked, George and his daughter Larissa joined us with Larissa going up to Noel. They joined in a distinctly intimate embrace, Larissa turning her pretty head up to Noel’s. Noel held her face between his hands and they exchanged a very deep, prolonged kiss. When they broke from the kiss, still hugging each other tightly, she whispered, but loud enough for us to hear, "I’ve so missed you, Noel." Noel smiled down at her, pulled her closer and whispered in her ear. Didn’t catch what he said but Larissa broke out in a big grin and nodded enthusiastically. It was obvious that these two were not strangers, in fact had a thing about each other.

Noel, still holding Larissa by the waist, turned to Ashton and introduced her to George. "Ashton, Kylie is right about George here. I think he is about as good a guy as you’ll find at these gatherings, and he has expressed an interest in getting to know you better, so if you and your father have no objections I’ll turn you over to him and let you get better acquainted," he said with a glance and wink in my direction.   Two other men came over and whispered to Natalie and Jenna who turned and, excusing themselves, left with the men.

George was a very nice looking man, actually what Kylie would call a hunk I’m sure, and with Noel providing the satisfactory reference, I had no objections to his being Ashton’s partner. Ashton, looking like the innocent little teen that she is, or was, just looked at George and shyly went to stand beside him.

SECTION 4

Most seats were taken but we spotted an unoccupied love seat and chair near one wall and proceeded to claim them. Kylie arm in arm with me, our little group walked by several other small groups, usually one or two men with a young girl or two together. One of those groups contained a man, a grown woman, and an extremely cute little girl. I had no idea how old she was but would not have been surprised if she were pre-teen, perhaps as young as 10 or so. The woman was bending to kiss her while the man with them knelt and was running his hands up and down her legs. Her chest appeared virtually flat with just the hint of budding breasts underneath a thin little tank top. There was no evidence of a bra and I doubted she would need one for some time to come. All of this I absorbed in the 10 seconds it took to walk to our chosen seats.

"Down boy," whispered Kylie to me. "Put you eyes back in your head and lets sit down on this love seat. There’s room for us and George and Ashton too, I think." I did not see how four people were going to fit on that one love seat but didn’t argue. As I stood to let Kylie sit first, she said "No, you sit Parker, then I’ll join you. Here, sit right there," as she pushed me down and proceeded to sit on my lap. George sat next to me and patted his lap for Ashton to sit there. (OK, so four could sit on a love seat built for two.) With only momentary hesitation, she did so. Noel and Larissa were similarly ensconced in the chair next to us. Kylie bent her head and kissed me lightly on the lips. I admit that to receive those lovely lips I had to consciously close my mouth, so astonished was I at what I was seeing going on around me that it had been hanging open.

"Comfy?" she asked with a smile.

With her warm little bottom sitting directly over the center of the only brain cells that were working at the time, I nodded and said "Extremely," adding inanely, "How about you?"

Squirming on my lap a bit and causing a lump to arise beneath her that she could not help but notice, she whispered "Extremely," breaking into a mischievous grin. Then evidencing a very intensely serious expression, so attractive on such a young girl, said, " Parker, we don’t need to do anything right now. I know this is all very new to you and we can just sit here and watch if you’d like." Then turning mischievous again, added in a deep little girl voice, "If I do anything to you that you don’t like or want me to, just say no and I’ll stop – OK?" I could not help but laugh out loud, causing some heads to turn in our direction, at her imitation of her father’s little speech earlier.

"Kylie, I promise. But I doubt that will be necessary." I said.

"OK. I’m just going to snuggle here where it’s so warm and let you watch a little bit. At this party we can do whatever we want to whenever we want to, so take your time." She said as she snuggled deeper into my lap, allowing my growing erection to push up slightly between her legs. "mmmmmm," she whimpered as she closed her eyes and lay her pretty little head on my shoulder and continued to move on my lap, first spreading her legs slightly to allow my member to rise as high as the restriction of my trousers would allow, then closing them and capturing that rising between her thighs.

Despite the distraction of Kylie and her ‘snuggling’, I was mesmerized at the proceedings. All around me men were beginning to openly fondle the young girls, over there raising a skirt to rub and squeeze a perfectly shaped little ass, next, things had progressed with the man and woman who had started on the young innocent I had passed earlier. The girl was still standing but they had her top completely off, her panties on the floor, and she was holding her skirt, raised to the waist to allow the kneeling woman to nuzzle between her legs. Opening her eyes and noticing where I was looking, Kylie whispered that the girl was named Kristen, and that that was her mother and the man was a guy named Connor. With the mother so engaged, the man, not her father, was gently suckling her budding breasts, softly biting at the small but erect nipples. Kristen was making no objections to her treatment, quite the contrary, she seemed to be enjoying it immensely, actually moving her body back and forth, slowly humping her mother’s mouth. It, quite honestly, was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen.

SECTION 5

I sat watching for around five minutes before Kylie, tiring of my inattention to her, began to ‘snuggle’ with more enthusiasm, and, reaching for my right hand, moved it to her breast, her hand over mine. and squeezed lightly. I took the not so subtle hint, and began fondling her breast through her thin blouse, feeling the breast pushing against the fabric of her thinner bra, a hard nipple underneath very apparent. She turned her head up to me, the most beautiful blue bedroom eyes I had ever seen staring at me, lips open, moist and inviting. I leaned to her and we kissed. Such was that kiss that I lost all awareness of anything except the willing, pliant, beautiful little Kylie on my lap. As we kissed she worked her hands between us and began to unfasten the buttons of her blouse.

Once all buttons were undone she leaned away from me and said. "Take it off of me, Parker." I pushed the blouse from her shoulders and she busied her hands at my belt, unfastening and unzipping my trousers. My erection instantly freed through the opening in my boxers. "Now my bra," she whispered. I fumbled a bit to find a clasp in her back before she smiled and said, "It fastens in front".

"Oh," I grinned sheepishly, going to the clasp between those perfect little breasts, freeing them and pushing the bra back off of her shoulders to join the blouse on the floor. Next she was at my shirt. I had a casual pull over shirt which she pulled up and over my head with surprising agility. Then she pressed those softly firm little mounds into my chest and kissed me again, her hands rubbing my back, my hands roaming down her back to cup the cheeks of her little ass through the fabric of her short skirt, pulling it up and touching the bare skin of those cheeks. I thought for a moment that she must not be wearing panties, but she pulled away from me and, with a smile stood, reached under her skirt and removed the thong she had been wearing. Then kneeling she removed my shoes and socks, grabbed the legs of my trousers and pulled them, boxers and all, off of me. I was then sitting on the small sofa totally nude with an erection so intense that it actually was a little painful. Kylie was standing in front of me with only that short skirt on and it riding dangerously high. Smiling at me she pulled it higher, displaying the sexiest patch of honey blond hair at that special junction and allowing her to spread her legs and return to my lap, this time straddling me, wrapping her arms around my neck and sliding forward, stopping when she had trapped my cock between our stomachs, my aching scrotum pressing against the soft pubic hair above her little pussy.

She moved – God did this little girl have moves – against me, rubbing, my cock firmly wedged between us, her skirt up above her waist. Then she moved higher, the nipples of those small breasts tangling with my chest hair, to allow my cock to slide between her spread legs. Now positioned beneath her and between her thighs, the upper part of it rubbing along her extremely moist crack and beyond. She moved back and forth as our kiss became a marathon of licking, nibbling, sucking each others mouths and tongues. Then adjusting position ever so slightly she poised my erection at just the right place and lowered her body. I entered her as she slowly, ever so slowly lowered herself onto me. Words cannot describe the exquisite pleasure such friction elicits. Just an inch or two of penetration, then back up. We broke the kiss and I looked up at her beautiful face, her expression so innocent and wanton at the same time, eyes closed, breathing faster causing her small chest to rise and fall rapidly. My mouth gravitated of its own volition to her right breast. There I suckled, savoring the womanly taste of so young a partner. She moaned and put her hand behind my head pressing my mouth harder against her soft breast. I bit the nipple lightly, causing more movement from her hips. With each movement, more horizontal now than vertical, more of me slipped into her most intimate of places. She moved my head to the other breast and I repeated my actions there. Her movements increased, now matched by my own thrusts. No more slow insertion. I was now plumbing her depths. With each full thrust I could feel the head of my cock hit her cervix, each time eliciting louder moans and whimpers. I bit the nipple harder then sucked as much of that small breast into my mouth as possible, laving it there with my tongue. Kylie was just an insatiable sex partner, wanting more and more it seemed. My resistance was fading and there was no way I could last more than a minute longer if this kept up. I moved my hands from her back down to her hips to slow her down a little. Sensing that I needed to slow down, she slowed her movements to a near halt, me buried to the hilt. Then, the most amazing thing that I have ever felt, not from any other partner I have ever had, and I’ve had a few, happened. Sitting perfectly still with me embedded in her, she started squeezing, then relaxing, then squeezing, then relaxing, those vaginal muscles. Over and over and over.

"My God, Kylie, I can’t last if you keep that up. OH GOD, Kylie." I gasped as she continued, not stopping the squeeze, relax, squeeze, relax. I erupted into her most intimate of places, scalding her with my seed. Still embedded in her, I held her close, so close. She hugged me hard and we sat, lay there in an embrace that seemed to last forever as I managed to regain some control over my breathing and she also, head on my shoulder again, began to breathe at a more normal rate. After what seemed an age, she raised her head and, smiling down at me with her hair sweaty from exertion and those bedroom eyes sort of glazed over, asked. "You liked?"

SECTION 6

Looking at that face, still obviously sexually aroused, I could only mumble, "My GOD", again, "you have to ask?? I have never, never had such a mind blowing orgasm. I’ve had partners twice your age with ten times the experience and never had that done to me. How in the hell do you do that."

Knowing exactly what I meant she said, "I’ve practiced a lot. Do you know what a PC muscle is? It’s really the pubococcygeus muscle – and I can control it pretty well, don’t you think?"

"Well, yes I know what a PC muscle is but I have never, NEVER, experienced one who uses it like you do."

"MMMMMM, Parker, you feel soo good in me, even soft. I would like to lie like this with you forever. But first – you have to let me cum too."

"Ha, girl. It’s your own fault you know. If you hadn’t made it impossible for me to stop, we’d still be doing it and you’d have had multiple orgasms by now."

"Well, I know I got you to go before me, sort of on purpose. But now is the time for all good soldiers to come to the aid of their damsels in distress," she smiled down at me.

I protested saying," You mean you expect me to do it again now. Jeeze, Kylie, I’m a pretty good soldier but I’m only human. Men have to rest a bit after that sort of thing."

" I bet you can do it right now. I’m going to show you. I know you did it to me right after doing Ashton on Wednesday, so I know you can. Just wait and let me do my thing" she smiled as she leaned to kiss me, then moving to my ear, whispering into it.   I could hear her breath coming a bit faster, feel that summer breeze again.   “I love you Parker and I love what you do to me, and I want you to do it some more.   I want you to fuck me Parker, I know you can, right now.”   Damn, that is so erotic.   I began to slowly stiffen.

She leaned away from me, pressing my growing erection fully into her. "See." She said with a smile in her voice, "But there’s more."

She began her squeezing again. Squeeze, relax, squeeze, relax. Amazingly, I felt my member respond further. Still not to its full capacity, but respond nonetheless.

"Ahh. That’s it Parker, see I told you. Now, look at me," she said as she continued to lean away from me. I did. She had the most innocent expression on her face, just a slight pout, looking down at me, eyes so blue you could get lost in them, moving her hips and squeezing, relaxing, over and over.   Her hands were on her small breasts, rubbing and squeezing, pinching her nipples.   I felt my cock grow to full erection and beyond, so sexy was the sight of little Kylie sitting with my cock fully embedded and virtually cooing with pleasure. She closed her eyes,   leaned her head back, and hands still on those beautiful breasts, thrust her hips forward to engulf me to the fullest. "Ohh, Parker, you feel sooooo gooood in me. Fuck me, Parker, fuck me hard."

What a feeling. Kylie’s pussy had engulfed my cock and it seemingly had a mind of its own, totally erect and plunging into her tight hole. Looking up at her, she was no longer the innocent little girl. This was a harlot, a slut, a woman who wanted nothing more than to be fucked silly. I responded by pounding, harder and harder at her small opening, fully to the hilt each time, feeling her depths, holding her by her hips and thrusting her down onto me as I pushed upwards. She aided the motion by thrusting downward as I pulled her to me, making small moaning sounds each time my cock was embedded fully.

I held her hips, slowing things down a bit. "Slow down, sweetheart, I want this one to last a while", I gasped between labored breaths. "The second time for me is always a longer one. You got me going a lot quicker than usual that first go round but this time I want to make SURE you get there. Maybe more than once."

Smiling through her sexual haze, she leaned forward and said, "Wanna bet? I’ll give you one but that’s it. If you can make me cum more than that, I’m yours forever."

Mine forever??   With that kind of incentive how could I fail.   I knew my capacity and, though this girl was straining it to its limits, I thought I could last. Plus I had a few tricks up my sleeve, so to speak.

SECTION 7

Kylie smiled. We kissed, another of those long nibbly, bitey, sucking kisses. As we did so I changed her movements. Sitting on my lap – with me nearly prone – I began to move her hips backwards and forwards instead of up and down, a horizontal movement rather than vertical. This had the effect of bending my very rigidly erect member approximately 90 degrees each time we did this. Some what painfully at first but then, actually more erotic sensations passed through my body.   But it gave Kylie the pleasant sensation of rubbing her very erect clit over the top of my cock each time she moved backwards.   Within a half dozen movements I could feel her shudder, I allowed her motion to change to slow full penetration then back to rub her clit, then full penetration again. She hugged me so hard that I could hardly breathe and, as she squealed aloud, I knew I had succeeded, at least for the first orgasm. But she didn’t stop, I’ll have to hand it to her. She continued her slow movements for a few minutes, then, stopped and began the squeeze, release routine again.   But this time, as much as I enjoyed what she was doing, I wanted HER to feel more pleasure.

“Kylie, stop.   This time just sit there and let me do MY thing.” I said.   She ceased her movements and stopped squeezing my cock and looked down at me, a questioning, pleading expression on her face.   Holding her hips I then pushed her backward slightly, to where I felt that erect little clit of hers just above the base of my cock.   She uttered a sweet little gasp, her mouth forming a perfect O.   Then I began to exercise MY PC muscle.   Tensing, I caused my cock to jump within her.   Release and tense again.   Slowly at first, then more rapidly.   I heard her whimper and, leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around my neck as I continued to make my cock jump in her pussy, causing her to feel the effect directly on her clit as well as within her body. (This can be dangerous if the goal is long term intercourse, for it causes incredibly pleasant sensations in the male as well as the female.   Fortunately, I did not have to continue long.)   Kylie, moaning and trying to move her hips against my hold, kissed me over and over, only little pecks between labored breathing, hugging my neck so tight I thought It might break, uttered one long moan of ecstasy, as she reached that blissful plateau for the second time.   I released my hold on her hips and freed her to her own movements.

Kissing me hard again, she just began pounding her little body up and down on me, saying "Now cum in me, Parker, come on, please, cum in me again. I want to feel it, I want your cum in me sooooo bad.”

Jeeze, how in the hell could I resist that. This little angel sitting astride me with my cock buried in her little pussy begging me to cum in her. I totally lost it as I felt her third orgasm grip her. I probably deposited more cum in her vaginal canal than I had the first time as I watched her in the sexual bliss of that moment. So sexy, so glowing, so very erotic her expression, smiling, grinning, shouting, hugging me, kissing me.

As the ecstasy retreated, we both collapsed into each others arms, locked in our embrace. She with her head on my chest, me with my head buried in her maze of hair, smelling her, sweaty, lusty even there.

Raising her head and looking at me, glowing in the aftermath of our marathon session, kissing me between words, she said, "God, Parker, you win. I have never felt like that with ANYONE before. That was amazing, you are amazing. Jeeze, not only are you a hunk, you fuck like – like , I don’t know – like my dad, only better," Giggling, she added, "but don’t tell him I said that."   Again wrapping those little arms around my neck, she buried her head in my shoulder.

"Sweetheart," I said softly into her ear, "You may not believe this, but I have probably been with a hundred women in my life, and I have never, EVER, had a partner like you. You have the most talented body and – something else, special – that I have EVER encountered. If you were about 20 years older I’d ask you to marry me." We both laughed at that, breaking the tension a bit. Kylie kissed me and I kissed back, a long slow, loving kiss that somehow seemed to hold promise for the future. Then Kylie glanced to her right, then back to me, with the biggest grin on her face I had yet seen.

Section 8

Glancing to my left casually at that point, I had reason to doubt not only my own retinas but my very sanity.

My beautiful Ashton was still seated on George’s lap but conversation appeared to have been discarded in favor of some rudimentary lessons in thermal upsizing. With her head lying back on his left shoulder, I watched stunned as George, nuzzling her neck and whispering words of encouragement it seemed, began to gently fondle my daughter’s breasts. I heard her give out a little gasp of surprise as she wriggled beneath his touch. He was extremely loving and gentle with her and I knew Ashton was in safe-keeping.

Turning her head slightly allowed George to kiss her tenderly, while at the same time his right hand began its travels southward, across the flat of her youthful belly towards its inevitable destination that lay temporarily at least, hidden from view beneath her skirt, but whose convex shape gently protruded just above the apex of her already slightly spread legs. Just for a second I caught her expression of urgency if not the slightest trepidation , as his hand cupped her soft little mound through her clothing.

So hot was the scene alongside me, my hand instinctively found its way between Kylie’s legs once more and despite the warm cum still trickling out of her, I slipped two fingers up inside her and began to finger her with increasing pressure. My efforts were rewarded by Kylie beginning to moan softly now, one hand gently caressing her own breasts as her pleasure increased with each inbound exploratory.

George’s left hand, encircling Ashton’s neck had now gained entry to her hot little push-up, helped not a little by the three buttons, her forward-planning earlier had dictated should remain undone. I just stared fascinated as he began manipulating her nipple as he applied more pressure to the center of her skirt. No doubt she would have opened her mouth and gasped had not George been kissing her so passionately at that juncture. Even as he slid his hand up beneath my daughter’s skirt, that very action alone causing the pleated material to ride high up her thighs, I could see Ashton becoming aroused to the point of desperation.

Speaking of which, Kylie at that moment was taking things into her own hands as it were, as the most delicately shaped little hand suddenly enclosed my own erection and proceeded to apply what could only be described as the "therapy of the Gods," keeping time with my own digital penetrations of her ultimately hot and sexy little body.

By the time Ashton’s bikini-pants were exposed in all their technicolor glory, George had her completely on the edge. Unable to sit still now, she had brought her own hand up to his and was pushing down on the back of his hand as he began to rub her right through the almost transparent material.

"Can I take them off sweetheart?" I heard him whisper to her.

Jesus, did he have to be so polite? I was at the point of leaning across and ripping them down myself. As if sensing my own escalating needs, Kylie began to increase the rhythmic tempo her hand was affording my erection. What I was doing to her defies belief!

At that point, George began tugging her panties down, the effect of which was to expose to all and sundry, my daughter’s lightly furred triangle of unutterable appeal not to mention those cute moist lips between which George was now sinking his middle finger so dexterously.

"That is soo hot isn’t it Parker?" Kylie whispered between little sighs of pleasure and angling a glance in Ashton’s direction, while still paying my nether regions the attention they so richly craved. "It makes my dad mega-hot watching the other dads doing stuff to me. Are you going to let George fuck her ?"

Hearing this little cutie utter those ultimately coarse words and with the imminent reality of the situation to my left, I realized I was a lost cause. There was nothing I desired more right then I had to admit, than to see my daughter fucked into total submission while I watched. I nodded in reply.

I didn’t have long to wait either! With her bikini pants but a memory now, George had not only her blouse unbuttoned to the waist, but her beautiful and proud little breasts well free of the push-up. "Hot damn" I thought to myself, her nipples weren’t that erect when she and I shared that most beautiful of unions when Kylie was over our place. My mouth was rapidly drying up as I watched him remove both her top and bra, leaving just her skirt for some token modesty. Ashton was approaching obvious critical heat as she responded to George’s whispered suggestion that she now straddle his lap facing him. If anything, being in simply that short skirt made it just that much hotter. Despite Kylie’s unreal ministrations and what must obviously have been her own regenerated orgasm to judge by her muted gasps and the feel of warm fluid enveloping my fingers deep within her pussy, I could not drag my gaze from my daughter’s imminent fate.

Her wonderfully sculptured breasts undulated as George kissed her front-on while freeing up his erection from the confines of his trousers. His being fully dressed, added a surreal if not fully dominating edge to my daughter’s impending, yet semi-voluntary defilement. Just for a second, I saw Ashton’s momentary hesitation but then she herself took a hold of George’s masculinity and guided it between her own legs. Right about then, I doubt I could have told you my middle name, who was sitting on my lap or even if George Bush might get himself re-elected. All I saw was George and my daughter passionately kissing one another while he cupped her three-quarters exposed bottom with both hands, pulling her hard towards him as he quite obviously sank into her right to the hilt.

As their rhythm stabilized I could see Ashton totally glazed-over with pleasure as he thrust up into her. For her part she was fucking him right back – those beautiful hips maintaining control. I wondered if George’s cock was at the mercy of those wonderfully effective vaginal muscles. Judging by his reaction, she certainly had his number every bit as much as he had hers.

On impulse, I kissed Kylie and told her I loved her so much, even as she brought me to what was always going to be the inevitable result of her handiwork. I spurted a considerable amount of hot cum principally across her tummy and fingers. She just smiled that goddamn cheeky little smile she does so well and nuzzled my neck, still just holding my cock tightly.

I heard it, but I could hardly believe it. Ashton was wriggling, totally uninhibited now, almost bucking as George took her the high road. "Fuck me" I heard her whisper to him between kisses, "don’t stop fucking me please."

One can only say in hindsight - he didn’t!  Grabbing her tightly around the hips his time had come. As he filled that hot little pussy with every last spermatozoon, each I suspect carrying a nuclear warhead, Ashton tossed him a smile of such pleasured finality and sexy youth, one can forgive any man present, thoughts of dragging her off to the nearest bedroom and locking the door for several hours. George lay there, temporarily spent perhaps but definitely sated. Tenderly caressing both her breasts as they swayed gently just inches from his face, I knew this was the beginning of one inconceivably memorable afternoon .

Section 9

Kylie brought me from my reverie.

“Parker, why don’t we get up and give them some room,” she whispered in my ear.   I nodded agreement and she slid back off of me.   We stood, me still totally nude, Kylie in her skirt still at her waist, in front of George and my daughter.   We were joined by Noel and Larissa who seemed equally entranced by the sight.   Larissa, clad in her panties and bra and Noel in his trousers, stood with arms around each other.   The front of Larissa’s little bikini panties was quite obviously soaked.   Those two had, again quite obviously, been engaging in what my dearly departed mother would call ‘heavy petting’. I suspected it had been heavy petting of the heaviest kind.  

Kylie and I, our arms around each others waist, watched as George whispered in Ashton’s ear.   She smiled down at him, her eyes locked with his and, still uttering soft moans, again began to move slowly against him .   Still inside my daughter, George was exhibiting amazing stamina.   He obviously was intent on providing Ashton, and himself, additional pleasure.  

As George led Ashton on yet another journey toward sexual ecstasy, I watched this incredibly erotic sight of my daughter enjoying the ministrations of this older man.   Standing provided an unobstructed view of Ashton, moving around on George’s lap.   It was obvious that he had become erect inside of her again.   She leaned forward, her hands on his shoulders, and kissed him hungrily while she began raising and lowering herself on his cock – a sight I will never forget.   Watching them, my cock again was becoming erect.   Then George whispered to Ashton, so softly that we couldn’t hear what he said.   She grinned down at him and nodded.  

He moved his hands to her pretty little ass, one hand on each cheek, and rose from the small sofa, Ashton holding him around the neck, her legs locking behind his, kissing him and continuing to hump him as he held her.   They turned and George lowered her to the now empty sofa, then, placing her down with her legs spread impossibly far, him between them, began to fuck her, slowly at first, then, at her urging, faster and faster.   He would pull almost all the way out, then bury his cock in my daughter’s pussy, causing Ashton to utter a soft ‘umph’ each time his cock disappeared completely.   The ‘umphs’ quickly became rapid fire ‘uhh, uhh, uhhs’, as he just fucked her mercilessly.   With this motion, and from our angle, it was evident that George was extremely well endowed.   His cock had to be eight or nine inches long, a long slender tool being used on my daughter.   I remember thinking fleetingly, that while he was longer than me (not by a whole lot), I was thicker (hell of a time to think about that – but we men are a competitive and, at times a bit insecure, lot).   Ashton was meeting his every thrust and, as we watched, seemed to experience multiple orgasms, one after another.   (Ohh, for Adam to have been second when God gave out those last two gifts.)

I felt a hand on my cock and looked down at Kylie, again holding me.   She was watching George and Ashton with such wanton innocence (in this case - NOT an oxymoron), a sweet frown of concentration on her face, that between her touch and the sight before us, I amazed myself, or rather, my cock amazed me.   It was rock hard again.   Kylie knelt in front of me and took me in her mouth, demonstrating a cocksucking technique second to none.   She slowly sucked as much of me into her hot little mouth as she could before gagging slightly and pulling back, maintaining a suction and twirling her tongue in a way that is hard to describe.   It felt wonderful, and between Ashton’s little ‘uhh, uhh, uhhs’ and Kylie moaning ‘mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm’ below, I knew I was fast approaching that point of no return.   The added eroticism of having Kylie’s father watch her suck my cock and smiling like proud father just about put me over the edge.   I reached down and held each side of her head to slow her motion, then began my own motion, slowly fucking her mouth, careful not to go too deep.   As I humped this little girls mouth, she looked up at me, her mouth around my cock sucking like an experienced slut, but with such innocence in those baby blue eyes that I knew I was going to lose it.   At the same time I heard the obvious sound of George reaching his orgasm accompanied by Ashton’s “Oh m’God, Oh m’God, Oh m’God,” as she also reached her ultimate and final, for the moment, orgasmic release.  

I pushed Kylie’s head off of me as I erupted in her face, spraying what small amount of sticky liquid was left in me on her forehead, nose, and cheeks.   Some began to run down toward her eye and she, smiling up at me, reached up and caught it with her fingers, then licked them clean.   One of the hottest sights one can imagine, only I didn’t have to imagine.

I glanced at Noel and Larissa and was surprised to find that her panties were now on the floor along with Noel’s trousers.   Noel was holding her by her ass with her arms encircling his neck and her legs locked behind his back.   Noel was fucking this girl standing up – an amazing sight.  

Kylie stood and pulled my head to her and kissed me – a deep open mouthed kiss allowing me to taste the heady mixture of little girl saliva and my cum.   She broke the kiss and put her head on my chest and we just stood there hugging each other.  

Section 10

I could see Noel and Larissa still standing but now just holding each other in that erotic embrace.   Larissa seemed to be gently crying into Noel’s shoulder.   I was a little concerned until I heard her tell him that it was ok, she was just so happy and loved him so much.   He told her he loved her and smiled down at her, a smile of such unabashed affection that I couldn’t help but smile myself.   Their obvious love for each other seemed to mirror the general feeling in the room.   It was apparent to me then, that these adults really loved all these girls, sexually sure, but more than that, love that was, for the most part, totally unselfish and accepting.  

As Kylie and I turned to look behind us I was surprised to see that we had an audience.   In fact, as everyone disentangled, the assembled group behind us broke into spontaneous applause.   Noel nodded in recognition of the compliment and Larissa shyly buried her head in Noels chest.   Kylie, ever the sexy nymph, curtsied.   I bowed.   George, bowed his head, now sitting beside Ashton, and, hands spread toward her as a conductor will to an orchestra after a stunning performance, presented her to the group.   Many an ‘awesome’ and ‘fantastic’ and ‘wild’ and other descriptive adjectives were used as we were applauded.   Ashton bowed her head, blushing prettily.  

This is as good a place to wind this story up as any.   I could go on – and on and on describing what happened in the afternoon, but will not.   Suffice to say that we participated in several other sexual encounters with several different partners, a fact that I did not enjoy at first, as it meant giving up Kylie to someone else for a time.   Jealousy I guess.   Hurt that Kylie could dismiss me so easily after what we had just had together. But, later, seeing Larissa with men other than Noel and his willing acceptance of it made me realize that the pleasure of the girls was a foremost consideration in these gatherings.   They simply loved sex.   And the more the better it seemed.   Ashton ended up being roundly fucked by perhaps a   dozen others that day.   Seems the new girl was in heavy demand.   She minded not at all and I was amazed at everyone’s stamina as the day wore on.   Ashton, Kylie, and her sisters, all four of them, participated in the practice of going to a bedroom with four or five other adults and allowing the adults to do whatever they wanted with them.   I was not included in the adult members of that group, but Noel was, as was George, so I knew Ashton would have protectors close to hand if they were needed.  

I ended up in a room with two other men, one woman, and three of the girls – Larissa, Brittany, and Michelle.   While I participated in the antics fully, I was a totally wiped man when the bell rang and a halt was called to the bedroom activity.   Seeing Ashton and Noel’s three emerge from their session, I could tell that they, too, were worn out.   I found out later from Ashton after we returned home what had happened in their room.   She enthusiastically described being told to get on the bed with the other girls and undress each other and kiss and fondle each other while the adults watched, giving instructions to each girl.   Then she told me she had been spanked, turned over Noel’s knee and spanked by him.   She said she came close to asking him not to, but Kylie had convinced her to let him do it and after the first few smacks, she felt his cock between her legs and it began to make her ‘feel sort of good in my pussy’ she said.   “Then he just turned me around and fucked me.” She said.   “Then they all took turns fucking me and Kylie and Jenna and Natalie.   They each fucked us all at least once, but I know Noel fucked me at least twice.”   She blushed at this admission.  

Well – that first party was an experience I will remember for the rest of   my days.   We’ve been back twice now and each time, Kylie has surprised me with her enthusiasm and sexual abilities.   Ashton has become one of the most popular girls there, and has lost a lot of her initial shyness, but, still looks the little innocent.   How long this can last is anyone’s guess.   How long it should last is another consideration.   But, like Scarlet O’Hara, I’ll think about that tomorrow.    

And that, folks, is the story of the party.   It will be my last Harper Valley story.   I yield to the master – Peter Pan.   I have tried and hopefully entertained the reader to some degree, but Pan’s writing and ability as a story teller is, imho, hard, if not impossible, to improve upon.   So that’s it.   I won’t hang up my pen totally.   If I can find the time, I’ll make other submissions – but no more Harper Valley for me – except as the very satisfied reader of future contributions by the master.

Fathers and mothers – love and protect your daughters.   They are very special gifts to us all.  

Jan