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28.11.2019

Face and body sitting story 1

He was dressed in a white t shirt and black sports shorts, and had purposely not worn any underwear. He waited in the hotel room for his guest to arrive. Suddenly he heard a knock at the door. He answered and without saying anything led her over to the bed. He grabbed her by her wrists and wrestled her down onto the bed. She struggled hard to stop him but he pinned both her wrists above her head and moved one leg over her midsection straddling her. He sat down right on her upper stomach and sat up straight allowing his weight to sink into her.
She weighed about 135 compared to his 185. He looked right into her eyes as he sat down on her and saw a slight look of panic on her as she felt his weight take its toll on her. He sat for about a second before she bridged hard trying to unseat him. He simply arched his back backwards and rode her struggling body like a wild bronco. She kept her back arched for another second before he slid backwards along her stomach and did a slight jump before crashing his butt down onto her stomach with all his weight. She made a loud “umph” sound. Again she tried to bridge but with him sitting right on the middle of her stomach (basically on her belly button) she had a much harder time keeping her back arched. He just focused on sitting on her stomach with all his weight until she collapsed under him. He still had a hold of her wrists but they were up in front of her face now as he sat upright on her. She took a deep breath and he could see this was taking its toll on her.
“Your hurting me” she said as her face began to turn red. “Well thats not my problem, and your really not gonna like what happens if you try to unseat me again” he said. He continued to sit on her stomach, really trying to make it hard for her to breath as he rose and fell with her labored breathing. She again tried to bridge and this time he bounced his ass down hard right on her stomach. “Ooohhh!!!” she screamed. He smiled at her “Do you give?” he said. “Im done” she said.
After sitting on her stomach for about five minutes she was turning bright red and obviously having trouble breathing. By this time he was hard as a rock. He moved up and sat on her chest. He positioned her nice big breasts under himself and sat right down on them with all of his weight, what an awesome feeling. He looked down into her eyes, she stared up at him submissively his erect penis right over her mouth and nose. As he settled his weight into her breasts a look of pain came across her face but she shifted and it seemed to subside.
He pulled out some rope from a bag that was within arms reach and began to tie her arms to the bed posts. She again started some slight struggling but she was obviously exhausted by this point. Besides her struggling was not serious. She liked this, almost as much as he did and they both knew it. After tieing her arms to the bed. He got off of her for a second.
Now was when the fun really starts. He dropped his shorts and was now naked from the waist down, wearing only a tight fitting t shirt. He took this time to also tie her feet to the bed posts so that she was totally immobilized. She was wearing a button up blouse and some jean shorts. He turned to face her feet and slowly sat his naked ass down right on her upturned face. She tried to turn her head away. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back. “Stop acting like you dont love this” he said. As he sat down he felt her face make contact with his ass cheeks, and felt her nose go right up his crack. He settled in and moved around until her nose was going directly into his asshole.
“Hows that smell?” he said. He purposely hadnt washed his ass in days. He sat for a few seconds and could tell she was running out of air. He raised himself up for a second and as she took a slight breath he abruptly sat down again. “Your my little brown noser arent you?” He said. He undid the top buttons on her blouse and began to fondle and play with her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers. As he did this he rubbed his ass all over her face, jamming her nose up his asshole as far as it would go with his weight. She started sucking and licking at his taint and under side of his balls as he facesat her.
“You like this huh you disgusting bitch” he said. He continued to face sit her, periodically giving her air. Other times he would sit full weight on her face and make her struggle to get a breath before pulling her hair and sitting back down on her nose. He had been working up a fart and the next time she needed air he spread his cheeks with his hands and pushed a disgusting rotten egg fart out right into her nostrils. He let her smell it for a couple seconds. He moved off her face and said, “How does that smell, you like it?”. “Yes!” she cried, moving her mouth up to meet his ass she started to kiss and lick all over his ass cheeks and crack. He sat down full weight again as she struggled to continue making out with his ass. After doing this he could feel himself getting ready to come. He ground his asshole over her face mercilessly as he masturbated with one hand and pinched and twisted her nipple rouphly with the other. She let out a muffled scream of pain as he came all over her chest.

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28.11.2019

The Champion’s Companion 24

This is the next chapter where Dissolution of love, and Resolute love start. Also a teaser for ‘Spit’ featuring the beginnings of Vellina, and Darkenma’s journey west to the Enclave of the Spear Mistress…

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28.11.2019

The Academy – Chapter II – The star of the show

Sex is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other. Marquis de Sade

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28.11.2019

Unexpected Situation

WHUMP!
I cursed quietly to myself as my head bounced off the window, jarring me awake. I looked around and remembered that I was in the van on the way to some lame-ass choir clinic with nine other kids selected from our high school chorus. Mr Meyers, our choir director (and the shitty driver of this van) took pride in always being able to boast about the large numbers of his choir members that always got accepted to these “invite-only” events.
Like I gave a fuck!
But the old man practically begged me to take this trip on this last chance; my senior year. And I kind of owed it to him. He had never given up on me, even when I blatantly disrespected him in front of his choir. Now I was a vocal lead in my high school’s choir and musicals. I even had several scholarship offers to some various performing arts colleges. So I gave the old man what he wanted, for old time’s sake.
I had dropped into the rear-most seat in the van as soon as it pulled up. This way, I didn’t have to worry about Mr Meyer’s lectures or getting sucked into a conversation with the seat behind me. This was the best of both worlds. I was even starting to believe that I might get the seat to myself.
But no.
I had forgotten about the new girl, Tori. She was the last one to climb onto the bus and looked around briefly before coming straight to the back and asking me if the seat next to me was taken. It would’ve been pointless to lie, so I just stood up to give her room to get to her seat.
“Thanks” she said, simply.
I’m pretty sure she picked the seat with the least talkative occupant on purpose. Tori was a junior who had recently moved to this dump in the middle of Ohio from good ol’ Los Angeles County. A true Valley Girl, she didn’t know how to react when her winter clothes from Cali didn’t do a damn thing to keep her warm in this climate. She had learned this the hard way on her first day.
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She had dressed as she usually would for school. In California, nothing would’ve been wrong with her outfit. In fact, I thought it was damn sexy! It’s just that by the time she had gotten from her car to the front door, the cold had screwed her nipples up so that they looked like pencil erasers. How did I know this? Because the poor girl didn’t have a bra on. I imagine this would be pretty logical in California. I mean, I wouldn’t want to walk around all day with my tits sweating through my shirt, either. Plus, she had some beautiful breasts. Either large C’s or small D’s, they looked unbelievable on her 5’3” frame. I would bet she weighs no more than 130 pounds. However, he weight is distributed well enough to make any man drool. Her skin was still slightly sun-tanned and contrasted nicely with her naturally blonde hair.
She was gorgeous. So of course the country-ass skanks at my high-school felt threatened. The first thing they noticed about the girl was her lack of an undergarment. I could hear the whispers of “Whore” from ten feet away. I was leading Tori by about ten feet at this point. So I shrugged out of my leather jacket, turned around, and offered it to her. The look of gratitude on her face was thanks enough, and I walked her to the office to get her schedule. This way she didn’t have to be bothered by the judgmental looks and sarcastic comments. The whole school was afraid of me, and I kind of preferred it that way.
You see, I’m mixed; half black and half white. Society seems to think that any black equals all black, so who am I to argue? I showed up to my first day of school here in some baggy-assed sweats and a loose fitting red Nike hoodie. My high-top Adidas matched the color of the hoodie perfectly. I had picked up the toothpick habit from my father, so a toothpick dangled from the corner of my mouth. I’m not the biggest guy, I’m only 5’8” weighing in at 140 pounds. But, man, I terrified these poor muthafuckers!
In my second week there, the incident took place that would seal my social status at this school for the remainder of my high-school career. Ricky Clarkson, the star senior line-backer for the football team, decided that he and I had a problem.
“Why you have to act like such a nigger all the time, CJ?” He asked in that drawling accent that I can’t stand. I must have looked pissed, because he followed up his first question with “What? Did I anger you, brutha? You lookin’ to start a fi…“
That’s when I punched him. I don’t think he was expecting me to be as fast as I was, but he was out before he hit the floor. I locked eyes with everyone in the circle that had formed around us. I’ll give em’ this much, they learn fast. When the teacher came by later that day to ask what happened, no one had seen a damn thing!
That’s probably why I felt for her, since I had undergone the same process. I could already see that she was doomed to be an outsider here, too.
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Come to find out, Tori was a damn good singer! So that’s how we ended up on this van together, now you’re all caught up.
Now that I had been so violently awakened, I could tell that I wasn’t gonna get back to sleep anytime soon. I slipped my phone out of my pocket to check the time.
2:17…AM. Fuck my life. By my guess, we still have about four more hours before we get to the hotel. Just great. As my eyes became accustomed to the darkness, something moves in the seat beside me. Tori. She’s curled up into this tiny ball beneath her Hello Kitty blanket. Then I saw something that shocked me
In her attempt to stay warm, she had been tossing and turning under her thin blanket. Somehow, amidst her constant movement, her shorts had slid down to their current resting place; her toned and tanned thighs. Then I noticed something even more amazing…she wasn’t wearing any underwear! My mouth began to water. She must’ve suntanned naked back home, for there wasn’t an inch of pale skin anywhere on her. The only thing that broke up the luscious bronzed skin?
The pink of her exposed pussy.
My dick instantly began to harden. In my lust-filled 18 year old mind, all common sense instantly vanished. I had to take advantage of this opportunity. After glancing around to make sure everyone was still asleep, I moved in closer. She remained fast asleep.
I managed to move her to the outside edge of the seat with her body facing mine. Reaching down with my right hand, I gently slid her shorts off and then lifted her left leg over my waist. Lining up my dick with her opening , I gently pushed the head of my cock between her lips.
At that moment, her eyes began to flutter open. Not wanting to miss my chance, I slammed my hips forward, sinking the first three inches of my dick into her unprepared pussy. This was more than enough to wake her up. Her eyes snapped open, her moth dropping into a silent scream. I rammed into her again, fully inserting my last five inches into her snatch.
A tear began to form at the corner of her eye, but I was too turned on to care.
Realizing where she was and not wanting to draw any attention to herself while she was still impaled on my manhood, she looked at me desperately.
“Please take it out! You’re too big, you’ll split me in half! Oh God!” She whispered frantically. I did pull out…right before I plunged right back in. I began to pound into her rapidly, mercilessly ravaging her cunt. I was drunk on the power of the moment. The feeling of control over this amazingly beautiful girl quickly brought me to the point of no return. Only five or six minutes after entering her, I felt my climax coming.
“Shit…I’m gonna cum, babe!” I whispered into her ear, still rapidly fucking into her.
Her face adopted a look of terror. “Pull it out! Please, you have to pull out! What if I get pregnant?” She whispered hysterically. She began to push against my chest, but I had already anticipated her reaction. Reaching around her torso with both arms, I wrapped then tight around her slender stomach and full chest, effectively pinning her against me.
“Oh no, I wanna feel your walls around my dick when I explode. I’m cumming inside of you!” I whispered back. Then I felt myself enter her a little differently. It felt like my dickhead had entered another hole, deep inside of her. I realized I had just plunged into her cervix! The thought sent me over the edge…
She knew where my dick was, too. She tried to beg again. “No, I’m fucking begging you, just don’t…”
And then I exploded inside her. Violently.
“Ohhhhhhhhh shhhhhit!” she quietly exclaimed, feeling me fill her insides with my sticky cream.
I flexed my cock inside of her, wanting to shoot my whole load deep into her wonderfully tight cunt.
Then something happened that I hadn’t expected.
“No…oh fuck, not now. Not like this!” She said quietly. Then SHE locked her hands around MY neck, tucking her head against my shoulder in shame and embarrassment.
I didn’t understand until I felt her walls begin to spasm around my cock, milking out every last drop of jizz. I grunted quietly at this unexpected pleasure.
“You’re such a slut! You got off on having this dick forced inside you, huh? Well, unless you want everyone to know about this, you’re gonna keep what happened tonight a secret. Deal?” I asked quietly. She meekly nodded her head, still looking down out of shame.
“Good. Now pull your shorts up just under your ass… Take my dick out of your pussy, you slut… Good. Now roll over.” We were now pretty much spooning. “Cover us with your blanket… At least you can follow orders. Now put my cock back inside you!” She meekly obeyed every order, giving a cute little grunt as she obeyed my last command.
“There, that’s better,” I whispered as I shoved the rest of my semi-flaccid cock back up her dripping pussy.
“Now you better get back to sleep,” I whispered evilly. “You’re going to need it.”
She froze in my arms.
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Gambling My wife and Black Business Partner chapter 4
CJ has my lovely young wife Diane in his arms they are both laying on their side on the bridal suite bed he not only has his arms around her he also has his enormous black cock still stuck in her! What has happened to her is quite interesting in that she has gone from a fairly tight pussy to ever so more able to easily except his big black cock! It is starting to become a more normal thing for both, even though she has fallen asleep mostly from the pleasurable sexual abuse and sexual stimulation over the last several hours along with residual from the drug Mr Steel had given her. This is again exactly what CJ wants, to sexually abuse and pleasure her when she is asleep and in dreamland. A person especially a woman like my wife who has some incredible fantasy’s that when she is sleeping her subconscious mind conspires to come up with sexual things done to her that are almost unbelievable. Several times during our marriage she has woken up in the middle of these dreams and has been so turned on and horny that I could have put the biggest dildo one could imagine in her! Or I could have taken her out to the worst part of the city in the middle of the night wearing nothing and let anyone do whatever they wanted to her and she would have let them as she was so incredibly horny! There were other times she woke up terrified and very scared as if she was in the middle of being ravaged and brutally raped by a half man and a half beast like a Minotaur such as the one in Greek Mythology. It is in a mythical place called the Labyrinth it is a deep catacomb where young girls are left naked and bound for this monster to literally fuck them to the edge of there being and leave them split and bleeding as their breasts and genitals are horribly used and sadistically abused! For Diane this is one of her fantasy’s although in hers this beast of a monster is more human and less brutal, but dreams cut both ways and can either be good or bad. My wife Diane has some incredible fantasy’s and these that wake her and leave her terrified are only some!
For tonight though they are only pleasant dreams, and with CJ deep inside her are some of the most enjoyable and satisfying of her young life. CJ hugs and holds her feeling her breathing stop as each stroke of his cock ends at the depth of her being. She is totally subdued as he continues this perverse game of sexual intercourse while she is asleep. It is wonderful feeling with his arms around her nakedness and his large black male tool slowly sliding in and out of her well pleasured succulent slit as she sleeps. Seconds turn into minutes and minutes into hours. The sensations are even more incredible for both, he is conscious and she is not. CJ easily gets off several more time as Diane’s unconscious helplessness allows him to enjoy her soft naked young body, she only stirs slightly as each time he finds her depth. She is pushing her bottom against him unconsciously in her sleep as if to help make her dream become more surreal. CJ finally in the late morning after he to had fallen asleep, awakens and slowly slips out of her. For him and later for her this has been a most wonderful experience and most satisfying. Something he has longed to do to a woman and the fact that it is my lovely wife Diane who is this most wonderful person has made it all the more pleasurably satisfying.
CJ has made arrangements for breakfast in bed . She has awaken late that morning and they both have taken a very hot shower together. This was so wonderful as each could wash and feel the other especially Diane’s soft shapely body. To see and to touch her bare wet skin, his black and hers so pale white this contrast was so stimulating that the shower lasted much longer that usual as each explored the other. Diane’s hands were trembling as they touched his half hard cock as she felt it come to life from her touch!. Both were still naked and just out of the shower when the bellman rang, he was the same young black man from last evening. CJ had opened the door Immediately and had let him in wearing only a towel and did not seem concerned at all. Diane on the other hand had quickly in embarrassed haste gotten under the covers but was still wearing nothing. The bellman got a very nice view of my wife’s tits and then bare ass going away as she wiggled under the covers. He had wheeled in the most incredible breakfast “in bed” lay out she had ever seen. CJ was all smiles as the bellman poured some wonderful smelling and very hot Sicilian coffee there was fresh strawberries, eggs Benedict stone ground wheat toast and fresh squeezed Florida orange juice.
Diane was so hungry she had to stop herself from gulping the food down and in her haste the sheet that was covering her bare breasts easily slipped down exposing them. She at first didn’t noticed as the young bell man was still concerned as to what had happened last night when he had touched her clit! He continued attending to their needs with offer of more coffee or juice. My wife has never been a coffee drinker. But the smell of fresh coffee in the morning eggs an orange juice especially fresh squeezed was quite appealing. The young bell man had been asked to stand by at CJ’s request so that anything they might need could be easily and quickly be attended to, but he was still uncomfortable in her presence after last night, . CJ also had an ulterior motive after they were done she finally realized that she had been topless the whole time and was now quite embarrassed trying to cover herself.
The young bell man had enjoyed himself so much, discretely catching glimpse of Diane that when CJ offered him a generous tip would not except it. CJ then said well if you wont except a tip I have something else you might like? looking directly at Diane when he said it!… She of course had not caught the meaning of what he said, and with the young man in awe, extended his hand to her and told her to get up! The wide eyed embarrassed wonder on my wife’s face again was priceless as she hesitated. CJ said to the young man in a matter of fact tone she is a black cock whore and mine to do with as I please! He again said Diane up, and I mean now in a more forceful and threatening voice. Diane only wanting to please, let him take her hand and help her up. She was standing next to the bed wearing nothing when he led her over to where the young man was standing. He then held her hand up as he turned her around in front of him. She had this wonderful glow and smell about her that only a naked girls just out of the shower seemed to have. The bell man was holding his breath as she and her bare bosom was only inches away as he turned her she was so beautiful, naked and shapely . He then told Diane to get down on her knees she did so with little hesitation as he grabbed her hair and neck pushing her down farther and turning her around to where her head was almost touching the floor and her bare white bottom was easily exposed and pointing up at him!
The words BLACK COCK WHORE are sinfully displayed on her right buttock in a light pink and vividly outlined with dark purple. Diane was now naked and humiliated in front of this young stranger her heart was pounding again as wetness was already starting to form in her puffy little well used mound as CJ turned her back around still holding her by the hair as he pulled her up onto her knees! CJ then said I want you to give him the tip of his life. My wife Diane now knows exactly what is expected of her!
The young man cannot believe that such a beautiful young innocent looking white woman. is a willing and submissive whore to this black man and that she would obediently go after his black cock!
She dutifully reaches up undoes his belt, and unzips his trousers letting them fall to his well shined shoes he has haine’s type brief’s that are noticeably damp. She easily sticks her thumbs into the waist band and carefully pulls them down around his firm buttocks to his ankles. This leaves his cock directly in her face. Like I said before she has never been a real cocksucker at least with me. Only in her fantasy’s but now with no other choice and the fact that she has already been exposed to quite a number of big black cocks. This has changed her mind, the bell mans young almost unused cock is almost a replica of CJ’s . It is of course smaller in that at 7 ” is also quite thick full and very hard. To her he is young hard and it is beautiful. Only several days ago she would never have thought she would be so over whelmed with lust to orally satisfy the owner of this perfect black specimen of manliness. CJ has told her to place her hands behind her head. Clear precum is dripping from its end.. There is no longer of any concern as she easily goes down on this beautiful hard black cock deep throating him to where her lips after only several thrusts are easily against his kinky pubic hair and the head is well down into her throat! She can feel the throbbing of the vanes that run up and down his shaft and is startled when he can no longer keep himself from cumming. His stored up youthful male cum releases with incredible pent up force as he unloads . At first he is not sure what to do and with out thinking grabs her head and tries to hold her down even farther onto his cock. As he continues to ejaculate!
For Diane it is wonderful as this is also one of her fantasy’s to deep throat a black man all the way to his pubic bone!. For her it is and incredible turn on, to be humiliated, naked on her knees and made to give a blow job to this young black man. The only difference is that this young black man has no idea of what to do as in her fantasy she has a dog collar on and is purposely led around naked helpless and humiliated by men that are harsh brutal and demand that she give them oral! CJ like the man at the restaurant men’s room has gotten down on his haunches and has been manipulating Her clitoris playing with her. He had hoped to time it with the young mans ejaculation, but this is not to be. She is able to swallow most of his pent up youthful cum and and in her aggressive lust to pleasure him has pulled back to where she is sucking on just the head of his dick this has almost brought him to his knees. He is now trying to push her away just as she has her orgasm and with youthful concern is able to free his young black cock from her soft white lips! He is torn with pleasure and concern as he tries to pull his shorts and pants up finally doing so as he backs away having a hard time getting his still leaking manhood back into his pants!
CJ tells Diane to swallow what is left in her mouth she struggles to do so as she gets off and is able to get most of it down by swallowing several times. The young bellman has finally gotten himself together and has backed away from Diane followed by picking up what was left from their late breakfast. He takes one last longing look and my naked young wife who is still obediently down on her knees with her hands behind her back as he wheels out the cart. CJ then tells Diane to get up and put on the tiny white bikini he has laid out on the bed for her! With wet areas of cum still on her chin and breasts she picks it up, the top and bottom look more like shear white bikini panties and bra than a swim suit ! He has a fun afternoon and and even greater evening planned. Diane has cleaned up fixed her hair and make up and has dutifully wiggled into the skimpy swim suit. She is eying her self in the full length bathroom mirror, as CJ enters giving her a whistle and saying wow put your heels on as they will make your ass and legs look even better! Then giving it second thought says I think maybe we should stay here as you look good enough to eat! My wife is all smiles turning red at the thought even after all of the time they have spent together she is still embarrassed by the lecherous look he has given her and comment he has made! CJ then says giving her his hand lets go I want to show you off to whoever is around the pool.
Diane is still very uncomfortable and quite bashful being dressed like this and in front of so many people. CJ can see her reluctance saying if it will make you feel better you can wear the robe the hotel provides until we get out to the pool. My wife is relieved as she slips it on. They are out the door and going down the stairs there are numerous people around the pool. CJ then says to Diane lets go to the gift shop for a minute and see if there is something that might interest you. Diane like most women loves to shop and to delay her appearance around the pool wearing the tiny swim suit is for now, a relief. They walk down the long hallway into the lobby and over to the big gift shop. At first all of the things on display are what one would expect to find in any gift shop. Post cards shirts hats and all sorts of things pertaining to Oakland the bay area and this incredible old adult hotel. But as she gets closer to the back, the place starts to look more like a porn shop! On the wall and in the display case’s are all sorts of sex toys she is stunned by all these devices and has no Idea what many are used for! When she comes across a display rack titled “Wedding Night Bliss” she picks up several looking them over and almost jumps out of her skin as a young male sales clerk touches her arm and asks if he can be of any help!
The video she has in her hand is, by coincidence of a white woman and a black mans wedding night consummation. The fact that the sales clerk happens to also be a hansom young black man about my wife’s age only adds to her embarrassed discomfort. He asks again if he can be of any help? She nervously tries to put the video back on the display and in doing so drops it and knocks several more onto the floor. She has keeled down and is trying to pick them up as the young man also bends down to help. She fumbles with the videos and tries to apologize for being such a klutz. She and him reach for the video at the same time and on the back cover is a picture that vividly displays a large black cock all of the way into his new white bride. My wife’s robe is now wide open revealing her sinful cleavage and almost naked charms that the skimpy suit barely covers. She gets up rather quickly and as she does knocks over another display rack and again apologies. She has not noticed the video that is playing on a big screen monitor in the back ground. It is of an attractive young white woman and a black man , at first she sees CJ in the picture and wonders ? how is he on this video! But almost immediately her face comes into view, and the next close up is of her and she has this incredible facial expression as she is about to have her first orgasm with a large black cock! The camera captures this picture of wide eyed disbelief in perfect detail. OMG it is of her! She is dumbstruck and speechless as she realizes there are a whole stack of videos that are for sale and have been copied from last night! They are titled “Black Wedding Night Bliss “ with a sign saying Black Cock Bride’s under “New Release”!
Diane is frozen and not sure what to say or do as she backs up into CJ’s arms. He ushers her out the door and back towards the pool. She stammers naively trying to figure out how in the world this video was done and asks CJ? He only shrugs and says you are mine and I might remind you that you have willingly signed a binding contract, and that you are, My Black Cock Whore! and as such I can do what ever I want with you! As they go through the gate leading into the pool area there are almost 30 people mostly couples and several of the gals are topless. CJ has found two empty lounge chairs and has helped her remove the robe. She is still in shock and stunned again to see bare breasts in broad daylight . It is quite a relief though and thinks she can finally sit down relax and not be in the spotlight. Diane is hoping she will finally blend in after her embarrassing moments in the gift shop. Even though she is dressed so revealing. Just as she is about to set down CJ grabs her hand and pulls her off along the edge of the pool toward a couple he knows. At about the same time someone jumps in the pool and everyone near is soaked with a wave of water including Dianne who screams in shock as the cold water hits her . The thin white material of the bikini she is wearing has instantly turned the same color as her wet skin the results is that she looks as though she is totally naked and not wearing a thing! This hotel and the fact that it is an adult playground for all kinds of kinky sexual activity especially in the evening as most around the pool are usually naked. For them, her revealing nakedness means little. But for Diane this is new and a very embarrassing adventure in public during the middle of the day. The fact that her wet bikini has sinfully and deliciously outlined not only her nipples and bottom, but has also outlined her swollen pubic mound cunt lips and clit instantly making them vivid and perverse!
CJ is finally able to introduce Diane to this black older couple her name is Sadie and his is Richard they both are wearing swim suits, but the suits hide little as this black woman could be wearing a sack and would still be a gorgeous woman the man is also quite hansom.
Diane is awe struck with this attractive couple and cannot keep herself from starring at the woman’s big shapely breasts and pubic area as the suit sinfully but barely covers both. When she is introduced to Richard he hugs Diane as if they are long lost lovers as he places his hands on her bottom pulling her up tight against him forcing his semi hard cock into Diane’s puffy mound and squeezing both of her buttocks at the same time. Then he says loud enough that all can hear. They call me Dick, “big Dick hurts! “As he lets go and steps back. Sadie says oh don’t mind him he says that to all the girls. Diane is again speechless and embarrassed as her eyes now are looking directly at the large bulge in his swim suit! Richard goes on to say as Diane can’t seem to take her eyes off of Richards crotch. Would you like to see it! Diane with out thinking first says yes and then hesitantly no as she is caught actually saying what she is thinking in her perverse thoughts!
The woman says to CJ eying Diane lustfully looking her up and down are you going to bring your new bride to the car rally tonight? She then went on to say we saw your consummation nuptials last night on the hotel TV and I might add you two make a very lovely couple. I am really happy to see you finally get married CJ, and am sure your new bride had a very blissful and satisfying wedding night as she sure seemed to! She then asked CJ where in the world did you ever find such a naive and attractive little thing like her? Besides its about time you brought one of your girls to our rally races! I and my girl friends are getting tired of satisfying all you single horny men! Especially when you seem to keep winning all of our little road challenges at the rally’s. CJ along with his interest in attractive young white women also has a thing for exotic hi performance automobiles. His preference is the twin turbo Porsche Carrera it is a very spendy car and CJ was lucky to get it. The man he bought it from was going through a nasty divorce and told him to make an offer! He did and under the circumstances ended up the owner of his incredible automobile. It is a six speed close ratio twin turbo unit that is capable of 0 to 100 MPH in less than six seconds. It was also a deep glossy black with beautiful red leather upholstery . CJ since he has owned the car it has been meticulously cared for.
Sadie has said to Diane I certainly hope CJ brings you, and that you end up being the prize tonight as I am sure you would love to see what we have planned, for a girl like you?. CJ has told me you like to gamble but that your not very good at it! This rally challenge will be perfect for you tonight. Diane was not sure at all by what she meant by this comment perfect for it?
Diane finally, was laying on the lounge chair as her thin white suit was starting to dry but for some reason her pussy lips and still swollen clit had not dried at all and was still attracting quite a bit of attention and admiration from many of the males in attendance as well as a few females. CJ was quite amused at her embarrassed discomfort as he enjoyed the blatant looks of sexual lust she was receiving . Sadie like most women kept asking questions about Diane where did they meet, and when did they decide to get married? CJ went on to explain that she, Diane was married but not to him! And that she had a bad gambling habit and that he had made a deal with her husband to look after her. He also went on to ad that he had paid off a number of her gambling debts and in doing so, she had agreed to spend the next several weeks weeks with him, as part of the agreement was to be, and do whatever he asked when it came to sex!
CJ then told Diane to roll over on her tummy, She had learned not to hesitate and was not sure quite what to expect as she did so? CJ then said to Sadie, here I will show you as he pulled her bikini bottoms down exposing Diane’s bare bottom that had the words “Black Cock Whore prominently and colorfully displayed on her ass cheek! Sadie had set down on the lounge next to her and had started lovingly fondling Diane’s inner thighs when she discovered the smaller permanent tattoo between her little ass hole and the bottom of her slit that said the exact same thing only it was preceded by CJ’s initials. Sadie said whats this? As her hand and fingers descended into the soft wet folds of my wife’s bare pussy. Almost immediately Diane started squeezing this older woman’s fingers and pushing back helplessly as Sadie’s fingers descended even deeper into her slit! OMG Sadie said this is wonderful does she do this all the time? I would love to play with her some more maybe later this evening! Diane was even more embarrassed as a crowd of mostly men were now crowding around as many more cell phone pictures were taken of my wife’s tattooed butt and her perverted sexual squeezing response she seemed unable to control.
She was quite relieved when CJ finally announced it was time to get ready for the car rally that he planned on taking her to later that evening. Once back in their room CJ decided to have some more fun at my wife’s expense and tells her to wear the white garter belt matching stockings and her red heels and then to put on the skimpy white wedding dress and to also bring the bridal vial. The dress requires no bra and CJ insisted she not wear any panties. Diane always naive was wondering just what in the world he was up to now as they headed out of the bridal suite and down the stairs towards the Hotel parking garage. CJ had earlier left his black twin turbo Porsche Carrera in the hotel parking garage. She is awe struck as they hold hands like newly wed lovers, he leads her into the garage and up to this beautiful car. I have had some nice cars and several hot rods but nothing so elegantly expensive beautiful and as powerful as this, it is an incredible car and looks as though it is brand new. The red leather upholstery contrast sharply with the deep shine of the many black coats of expensive paint. CJ escorts Diane around to the passenger side on the back window are the words JUST MARRIED and on the side windows are vulgarly written GRAND OPENING CJ opens the door, it smells like a new car. She still is mystified by the writing “just married” as he helps her in. The short white wedding dress is folded under her bottom and to be more comfortable she rearranges it leaving her panty less bottom and moist cunt lips firmly against the red leather seat!
My wife is worried that she will soil the seat on his beautiful car and protests that maybe he should place something under her. CJ tells her not to worry as for him to have his car smell of her female ambiance for the next several weeks was quite appealing to him. With Diane setting in the passenger seat CJ helps her fasten the 5 point race car type seat belts. One comes up between her legs through her crotch and two from either side for the lap and two more for the shoulder harness all connecting just above her V and almost on top of her mound. She is not quite sure as to how the dual shoulder straps should be placed? Should they go around the sides of her breasts or down in between them. She finally puts them around the outside and the results are that the are squeezed together kind of like a push up but more like a push out bra!
Once connected he snugs up the belts rather tight and shows her how to release them. He then closes the door and gets in the drivers side doing the same. The car instantly starts and CJ smokes the tires just a bit as the practically jumps out of the parking garage and onto the street. My wife is terrified as he expertly maneuvers the car in and out of the side street traffic and on to the east bay freeway it is early evening and the traffic is heavy but moving quite briskly Diane is sure they are going to end up in some sort of horrible accident!…
CJ has no intention of causing or being involved in an accident as the car quickly maneuvers through the busy evening traffic at speeds well over 80 mph slowing down only for the toll plaza and then across the bay bridge past the city and down past SFO. He takes the turn off at hunters point with the tires barely squealing in what seems like only minutes they pull into a row of old abandon warehouses that have been waiting to be demolished and rebuilt. Then into a big open one as the Porsche screeches to a stop! Diane’s heart is pounding as she feels they have cheated death at least several times. When she finally realizes that they have stopped opens her eyes, there are five other exotic cars and each has a couple standing next to them . Richard aka big dick hurts and his beautiful wife Sadie are among them. There are, along with four other couples, the women are dressed in very revealing and scanty attire. CJ helps Diane out of his car, she has a little trouble as CJ pulls her up. Her now wet little pussy lips have momentarily stuck to the red leather seat making a slight sucking noise as they reluctantly pull loose with a slight ripping pop of a sound! The attention of those watching are immediately drawn to Diane as she is again momentarily red and embarrassed. There is a folding card table located in the midst. Sadie has asked each of the girls including Diane to write their name onto small white business looking cards so that she can place them into a metal caged lottery tumbler.
This is another of my wife’s fantasy that CJ plans to make a reality. A nude street race sorta but this is more of a super car rally, and of course the cards in the tumbler are a form of chance. Sadie is explaining the rules that she has come up with for this kinky little sex road race foray. She always seems to come up with some very interesting rally races and the rules the couples must abide by especially for the young women! All of the the girls will have to ride nude as passengers, that is with nothing covering their breasts bottom or pussy’s The lottery tumbler with a number of blank cards is vigorously spun by her husband Richard. Each of the women get to pick a card and not look at it until they have all drawn a card with a name. Several are blank and require another attempt, finally all of the women have cards with names. Diane has drawn her own name and by coincidence Sadie the last to draw has drawn her name as well and the other couples are mismatched as planned . Sadie shrugs her shoulders with a resigned sigh looking longingly at CJ and says oh well maybe next time. The next part is that two cars and couples have to drive to a turn around point that is a measured distance and then back to the warehouse . The couple to do it in the shortest amount of time wins and the one that takes the longest looses and the losers girl has to pleasure all the men either orally or let them use her in any other type of consensual and pleasurable sex!
Two each, of the six will drive the same route and that the distances are the same based on the route traffic time of day and distance. Sadie has asked all of the girls to strip as she slowly starts to take off her revealing outfit and places it on the table. Diane does not want to be first and has hesitated as the other young girls are giggling in excited expectation of driving around the city at a high rate of speed wearing almost nothing late in the evening. To most of the oversexed young women they can’t wait to get started. Sadie Goes on to say that no one is to break the speed limit! But everyone knows that the normal traffic flow and speeds are always in excess of the limit as to drive less than 75 in the slow lane one could easily get run over at the posted limit!
Sadie then says that if you are pulled over by the police or Highway Patrol and the officer writes you a ticket for speeding you would automatically lose, as that couple would never be able to make up the time. The officer could also arrest the girls for incident exposure and take them to jail for booking pictures and a nude mug shot not a pleasant thought and another reason not to speed! All of the girls are now nude including Sadie and Diane is wearing only her white garter belt stockings and her red heels the only other thing in the car is the bridal vial
CJ always a gentleman helps Diane back into the Porsche and makes sure she is belted in tight. The feeling of the seat belt harness especially the cold metal buckle with the extended metal rib is only inches away from her slit . It is maddening along with the sensations of the powerful engine as it starts up. This feeling seems to end where the cold metal buckle and belts all come together. For Diane the excitement of a nude street race in this super car along with the belts holding her so tight by her most sensitive female apex only adds to the excitement and sexual tension. Sadie and Richard are first and blast of in their super car , CJ and Diane are next next at the drawn time to follow the exact same route. CJ has studied route and committed it to memory. The other cars leave and there routes are to places in the east bay. It is now after 10:00 pm and he wheels the Porsche out onto the Bayshore, then through Daily City and up onto the 280. This super car easily accelerates to over 80 mph, the traffic is light and in only minutes they approach the turnaround point at the Woodside exit he has made really good time. Off the 280 they go through the underpass and up the ramp on other side just as he is going through forth gear and the car is really starting to move the red and blue lights of a California Highway Patrol cruiser come on CJ immediately shuts down slows and pulls of the highway and onto the shoulder!
To be continued in chapter 5

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Chapter One – Chamber of Dreams and Nightmares
The overhead lights burned to life and I surveyed my Chamber.
To one side was a group of steel chairs bolted to the floor, with chains and shackles. In the middle: six padded examination tables with leather straps, purchased from a clinic. They were arranged in a star pattern, the head of every table clustered around a single spot. On the far end: two side-by-side sinks, a large glass water tank seven feet long by four feet wide and a shower stall. Doors lined the Chamber, doors that let to six individual cells. Overhead was a system of motorized hooks, pulleys and tracks that could raise and lower, and move anything to nearly any spot in the Chamber.
The Chamber was underground, with concealed entrances to my living quarters and garage. Years ago it had been used as a bomb shelter by some paranoid survivalist. As such, it was not on any ground plans that anyone knew of. Only a very detailed search would reveal the passages.
The house was registered to John Hannibal. It wasn’t my birth name, but the name I felt most comfortable with.
My eyes fell upon her: my latest acquisition.
Silky red hair, almost auburn, fell well past her thin shoulders. Fine strands, straight and soft. High forehead and cheekbones. Thin lips. A slender swan-like neck, oh so delicate. And, although I couldn’t see them with her blindfold on, eyes that were a blue as vibrant as the sky.
She was chained to the one of the steel chairs on the west side, hands cuffed helplessly behind her back, wearing the tight golden skirt and white blouse that I had appropriated her in. Her shoes were discarded in the corner of the room. Her proud breasts, mounted high upon her chest, were thrust outward, stretching the material of her blouse. Her long, slender legs were clinched together in a vain effort to protect her from what was to come.
Clare Prescott was her name.
The first time I laid eyes upon her, I knew that I had to possess her. For days and weeks, I had watched her, dreamt of her and planned the taking of her. Now, everything had paid off: she was mine.
My gaze traveled up and down her body. Desire burned inside me. Anticipation flared. My cock twitched and grew.
Her head swiveled to look in my direction. The trails of the tears she had shed were visible on her cheeks beneath the blindfold. She had a pale look to her, but still, her beauty was enough to take my breath. I could see that she wanted to speak, but wisely, held her tongue.
After all, what could she say to me, now? What would make any difference about what was going to happen?
I approached and she shrank back at the sound of my steps. I circled her; reached out towards her head to touch those lovely strands.
She jerked back quickly.
Not as cool as she tried to appear, then.
I rested my hands on her shoulders and she sucked in a quick breath. She had such warmth in her flesh and vitality in her body. I could sense the promise of great pleasure in that body. Great and deep. And at the ultimate end, the pleasure would be even greater still.
I slid my padded Master’s Chair in front of her and sat.
“What do you want?” she asked, simply, finally.
“You, Claire,” I answered.
It was, after all, the simple truth. She had set me on this path. The path to carrying out all of my dreams, all of my fantasies. I had risked everything to steal her away from her life; her and the two other prizes I had claimed this night.
I could scarcely believe that she was real, that she was really here.
“Are you ready to fulfill my desires, Claire?”
She shook her head. “No, not that,” she muttered. “This isn’t happening…”
Reaching behind her, I freed her cuffed wrists from the chain. I quickly pulled her to kneel before me.
“No! No!” She struggled suddenly and I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back.
“Deny me and others will pay,” I whispered.
She tensed. “You don’t… you can’t have them, too?”
As I smirked, my eyes were drawn to two bound and helpless girls not more than ten feet away. Hanging from the ceiling, feet just off of the floor, their mouths were gagged and their wrists shackled. They were as nude as the day they were born. They were fine looking girls, tall and slender like their mother, sharing her beauty, if not her coloring.
The older one was a brunette. She had blue eyes filled with hate, eyes that never left me. The younger: a blonde with sea-green irises and a cheerleader’s body.
That one couldn’t meet my gaze.
“Heather? Hannah?” It was a mournful cry that ended in tears.
I kissed Claire’s cheek. I tasted her tears, savored their warmth and wetness.
“Oh, god…”
I pulled her close. The head of my cock touched the bound redhead’s cheek and she jerked back. I pressed my cock to her lips.
“By all means, deny me. I’ll chain you back to the chair and take Hannah. You can listen to what I do to her from here.”
“What do you want?” Claire asked.
“Simple, elemental things, Mrs. Prescott. Your compliance. Your love. Your sweet lips around my cock.”
She paused, weighing options in her mind.
It was amusing: there were none.
“I recommend that you do what’s best for your daughters, Claire.”
The defiance fled from her and she placed her lips around my head, engulfed me in her glorious mouth. The warmth embraced half of my length. Her wet tongue moved on the underside of my cock and she sucked, forming a perfect vacuum with her sensual lips.
Clearly, she had some experience with cocksucking.
I gathered her hair in my hands, collecting the beautiful strands and caressing them softly. I folded them back behind her head and held them there. I liked her that way. She looked beautiful, mature, upper-class. The next time, I would pin her hair like that.
A rivulet of saliva slipped from the corner of Claire’s mouth and dripped onto her white blouse.
I pulled her head off of me, tilted it back and rubbed my wet cock all over her face and features. Spit bubbled out of her mouth; I caught some with my cock and spread it around her face.
“Use your lips,” I ordered.
She did as she was told, running her lips up and down the shaft, pursing them on the very tip and twisting them around with just the head in her mouth. Her face shined up at me.
She was trying to please me. And she was succeeding.
Pulling her up, I took her skull in my hands, pressing a thumb over each of her eyes. I pushed her down on my cock, thrusting deep. I heard her grunt as my grip tightened. I could feel her eyeballs. Too much more and I would blind her. I moved my hands to the sides of her head and squeezed as I thrust further, deeper.
She gagged, but I stifled it with a hard thrust that took her entire throat.
“Own it, bitch! Choke yourself!”
Desperately, she complied, screwing herself down on my cock, her head moving from side to side, twisting her lips around the base of my cock as she struggled to take even more.
The feeling was intense and when she tried to pull off, I held her there, at the farthest extent.
Claire retched and a flood of spit exploded on my dick. I pulled her off of me, moved her face beneath my cock and balls and watched the spit drip all over her lips, face and blouse. The wetness soaked though her blouse and I saw the outline of her breasts and nipples.
Having her bound before me like that, her blindfolded face on my dripping cock, her wet tits visible through her shirt, her legs stretching the material of her skirt, was almost more than I could bear.
I moved over top of her and thrust my thick cock back in her mouth. I deepthroated her, violently. She gagged, but I forced her through the discomfort and pain.
For long minutes of ecstasy, I pounded her throat. Then, I felt the burning.
I cried out as I came, and thrust down, as deep as I had ever been inside a woman’s throat. Claire swallowed, mouth working around my manhood as she struggled not to drown. I held her and watched her beautiful lips, luxuriating in the stimulation and power.
I desired more, to take her once and finally, to have her with me, forever. My cock pressed deeper inside. I watched her stretching mouth, felt her sucking lips. Her retch came from deep in her throat but had nowhere to go and ended as quickly as it began.
She struggled, tried to pull away, but I held her down. She was on the verge of unconsciousness. And I was on the edge of insanity.
I released my death-grip on her skull and the redheaded mother fell back, choking and gagging. Spittle and come flew from her lips. She coughed hard and gagged again. She tried to rise and I slapped her, throwing her back on her ass. She screamed. I grabbed her by the hair, slapped her again, harder. She thrashed, trying to escape and I held her tight. I shook her, violently, squeezing her throat, strangling her by her frail and delicate neck. I could snap it in a moment and she would be mine.
God, how I wanted her! I barely pulled myself back from the edge.
I dropped her on her knees. Her head hung between my legs as she gasped for breath. There was blood dripping from her lips, mixed with come and saliva, and marks on her throat.
I removed her blindfold, lifted her chin with my fingertips and stared into her terrified, blinking eyes. They were so blue, so beautiful. I could feel myself getting lost in them.
I could see the fear and pain in her eyes, as her vision cleared, and then the recognition and despair as her eyes flicked over my shoulder and saw what was behind me.
The two lean bodies of her daughters. She realized now that the two hanging girls had seen everything.
Claire jumped to her feet and tried to rush to them.
I caught her by the hair, pulled her back against my chest. I ripped her blouse and pulled it from her shoulders. Her breasts spilled out, firm orbs for a woman of her age, and I groped them, squeezed them. She flinched at my touch and I pulled her head back, kissed her neck as I squeezed.
My hand moved to her skirt and I tore it from her legs, let it drop in a puddle about her feet. I pushed her between her two daughters. I took up a control box; pressed the down button. A hook lowered with a mechanical hum. Claire struggled then, but I held her close.
I attached Claire’s cuffs to the hook and then pressed the up button. She rose into the air, suspended between her two daughters.
The look on Clare’s face changed, as if she finally realized that there was no way out of her predicament.
“Please, I have money,” the redhead said.
“I know that you do,” I replied. “Your father is a very wealthy businessman; your husband, even more so. He’d have to be to possess a woman as fine as you. I heard that he was running for congress this year. I also heard a rumor that he was in bed with the mob…”
I paused for a moment and watched, as she looked away.
“Rest assured that the police are out looking for you, as we speak. I know; I’m monitoring them. They may even find you, with all the federal assistance they’re getting. I don’t think it’s likely, but I’m not foolish enough to believe that I’m invincible or infallible.”
“I know you’re not stupid,” she said. “I can get you a bank transfer. Untraceable.”
“Nothing is untraceable,” I interjected.
“Yes, it is,” she insisted. “It’s a numbered account. And only I have the account number. Not even my husband knows about it. Let my daughters go and I’ll give it to you. You’ll be able to disappear, live well and long.”
I admired the way she kept her voice steady. It was soothing. Another man, she might have been able to talk around.
She must know that I was going to kill her. They had all seen my face and I couldn’t let them go. Why this play, then? It wasn’t sheer desperation. She was too cool about it.
“Then give it to me,” I said, quietly.
“After…” she whispered.
I stepped to Hannah, grabbed her toned legs and spread them. My cock went inside like sword thrust. She screamed through her gag, more agonized then I had expected.
Perhaps she was a virgin.
Another thrust, another scream. Another and she yelped.
Distantly, I could hear Claire yelling.
Gradually, Hannah’s screams faded away as I took her, to be replaced by deep, passionate moans. I could feel myself tightening in the girl, another orgasm building. I grabbed at the hook control. I lowered the blonde girl to her knees and tore the gag from her face.
My cock went to her virgin mouth, pressed past her lips in one swift thrust and took her wet throat. I pumped her full, as I had done with her mother.
“Stop, you’re hurting her,” Claire moaned. “Please?”
I dropped the girl. She sagged to the floor, with only the hook to hold her up, coughing and retching, come bubbling up and dripping to the floor.
I stepped back to Claire.
“Alright, it’s after,” I said.
I made sure the girls were secured for the night and left with the account number and password that Claire gave me. Of course, I would have to be cautious. She had only given me the number because she believed the authorities could trace what I did with it and find me.
And come to rescue her and her daughters.
However, I had an acquaintance who could work wonders with such information. If I was lucky I could get seventy or eighty percent of the value of Mrs. Prescott’s secret account.Chapter Two – Tales of the Tank
The heavy whirring sound halted.
Heather was in perfect position. She hung by her ankles, from a pulley, head at crotch level, arms chained to her sides. Her long dark hair hung down in a ponytail, almost even with the water level in the glass tank. A couple of feet over and down and her head would be submerged.
At either end of the tank knelt Claire and Hannah bound and chained to steel rings inset into the floor. It would be amusing for them to watch.
All three of the lovely ladies wore metal ring-gags that forced their mouths in a perpetual O-shape: open and ready for the taking.
I stepped up to the struggling Heather, grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head towards my cock. She thrashed, deliciously, as I forced my cock between her teeth and slid into her pure mouth.
I sighed in ecstasy. Nothing was quite like facefucking a girl in that position. My cock slid into her throat effortlessly.
My other hand moved to her neck and I squeezed it as I pistoned my cock in and out of her mouth, brutally, savagely throatfucking her. A long thrust and the hand on the back of her head pressed her down on my cock, holding her. I could feel her tongue moving, throat muscles contracting, squeezing me and trying to push me out. The muscles in her jaws worked as she tried to bite.
Yes. The tightness in her was bringing me close, already.
I pulled back and she gasped, explosively, spit dripping from her lips. I watched the spit roll down the brunette’s face to her nose and eyes. I slapped my cock on her face, pressed the tip into her eye.
I grabbed the lift control. A quick press of the button and Heather was in position.
“Well, let’s get started, shall we?” I said.
I removed the gag from Heather’s mouth. She spit as it came out.
“You son of a bitch!” she yelled. “I’m going to fucking kill you! You have no idea who my father is. A word from me and you would disappear forever.”
“Really?”
This was interesting. I stepped closer to her.
“Tell me more,” I said.
“He knows people,” she said. “Some of them have killed people, before.”
“Would it surprise you to learn that I’ve done the same?”
“Who? Helpless girls?” she asked. She had cooled for a few seconds and was now regretting her words.
“And others that were not so helpless.”
I stepped back from Heather and stood to address Hannah.
“I’ll make the game simple for you, little one,” I said. “You get me off with your mouth as quickly as you can and we’ll see if your sister makes it.”
I grabbed the control and lowered Heather into the tank until her head was submerged. She had time for one quick scream before she was forced to hold her breath.
Hannah looked up at me, shock on her face.
“Tick, tock,” I said.
She quickly attacked my cock.
Hannah was a young girl without the training of a full woman, but the desperation to save her sister made up for it.
She took me inside. Her tongue moved on the underside of my manhood, slathering around in a wet, pleasant way. I rubbed her hair with my free hand. She had such nice hair, almost at beautiful as her mother’s.
“Is your sister a swimmer?” I asked the bound girl. “Good swimmers can sometimes manage three and a half minutes. Most people can’t last more than 60 seconds… Throatfucking yourself might help me get off faster.”
She sped up, taking me deeper.
Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. Tears of pain or tears of strain, I couldn’t tell. She pulled back for a breath.
“How selfish of you,” I chided her, “when your poor sister has no breath of her own.”
Heather was struggling in the tank. She wouldn’t make it another 10 seconds.
I depressed the ‘up’ button and she rose above the waterline: spitting, gasping and cursing at me.
“Let me show you how to throat it, girl,” I said to Hannah.
I grabbed Hannah’s head and thrust her down, taking her throat in one swift motion. I twisted her head, feeling the tightness. I pulled out and thrust back in, forcefully, throatraping her girlish head. My hands tightened in her thin, blonde hair. I pulled out, long enough for her to take a single desperate breath, and then shoved back in a third time, holding her with tight hands.
She dripped spit when my dick finally came out. I rubbed it all over her face.
“Close…” I moaned. “Let’s try one more time.”
I lowered Heather’s head back in the tank and this time Hannah thrust her face down on my cock with wild insanity, slapping her head down on my hard cock until, with each desperate thrust, her lips clamped the base of my cock, engulfing the entire length in her young mouth and throat.
That was it. My hand went to the back of her slender neck and I held her as I came down her stuffed throat, crying out in ecstasy as I blew my load into her youthful stomach.
My other hand found the control and I pressed the ‘up’ button, still holding Hannah to my crotch.
Heather came to the surface: choking, coughing and spitting. She cursed at me again, but I ignored her.
I had eyes only for the blonde fucktoy impaled on my cock. With my come in her throat and my cock blocking the entrance, it was impossible for Hannah to breathe and she was starting to panic. Still, I held her. The mental and physical pleasure I was taking from her situation was enormous.
“Open your eyes, baby, and watch me while you pass out on my cock.”
She did and I saw the pain and panic in her tear-stained eyes. Her sucking was violent and primal, as was my lust. She shuttered once and was still. I held her down for a few more seconds, savoring the wild feel of her youthful, unconscious throat before letting the abused daughter drop to the floor in a heap.
I lowered Heather to the floor, unlatched her and set her on her feet.
Heather looked at her disheveled sister on the floor.
“You son of a bitch,” she said quietly. “I’ll kill you for that.”
My fist caught her in the gut and she doubled up. I grabbed her ponytail, bent her over the tank and plunged her head back inside. She bubbled out most of her air in a single gasp.
My cock found her cunt and I plunged inside, taking her with swift strokes. I wrenched her head back and gave her a few breaths.
“Ah, ah, ah… god, please,” she mumbled, her voice cracking.
I pulled her head back. “Please what?” I asked. Our faces were close. I tasted her tears, her lips.
“Please kill me,” she whispered, like a prayer.
“Before the night is over, honey,” I whispered back, “I will.”
For several minutes I fucked her, plunging her head underwater while I took her womanhood. There was a sharp and surprising squeeze of her cunt as she came on my cock. I pulled her from the tank and kissed her gasping lips.
I pulled her over to Claire and bent her over the tank so that her mother was between her legs.
I pointed my cock at Claire’s tear-stained face. “Suck me while I give your daughter another drink, bitch.”
I plunged Heather back under and held her as I felt Mrs. Prescott’s mouth on my engorged cock.
“Deep,” I ordered. The mouth on my cock struggled to comply, pushing to take me all the way. As I kept the daughter down with one hand, my other hand held her mother on me.
Oh, god! I had two lives in my hands. I luxuriated in the feeling. I could take them both, right now.
I held Claire’s graceful head down, feeling the soft, wet strength of her throat muscles. She moaned and I closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I felt Heather’s struggling cease.
I released the mother and she pulled off my cock, gasping.
I pulled the limp, drowned girl out of the tank. Water drained from her lips and she was unmoving. I dropped her to the floor in front of her horrified mother. I straddled her, rubbed my cock on her unmoving lips and face. The tip went between her lips and I thrust deep into the girl’s mouth. Water shot out around my cock, and she twitched. I removed my cock from her mouth and she coughed: a deep and hacking sound. I rolled her over and she coughed again, water bubbling from her lips.
I pulled Heather to her knees and shackled her to a floor-ring.
Unchaining Claire, I pulled her roughly to her feet. I kissed her once, then removed her ring-gag.
“Stop, please!” she cried. “I’ll give you what you want!”
“This is what I want!”
Before she could say another word, I thrust her head into the tank. I slid into her from behind and ravaged her while her submerged head bubbled and her legs kicked.
Sixty seconds later, I pulled her up.
I repeated the process a few more times, pounding into her wet snatch as I tortured her. I pulled the redheaded mother out, watched as her breasts heaved with exertion.
She was spent, done. I dropped her.
Claire fell to the floor, soaked and sobbing.
I reached down and unchained Heather. She tried weakly to struggle against me, but she was exhausted. And cold, so cold. I pulled her close, kissed the warm tears on her cheek.
“Just one more time and it’s over, baby,” I whispered to her.
I twisted Heather’s wet ponytail around my fist.
I pushed her into the tank for the last time, held her down as I took her from behind. My cock tore into her, thrusting deep and holding. I sped up and pounded her like a jackhammer, desperate to come inside her. She thrashed beneath me, bubbles exploding from her lips. Her cunt contracted like it did before, wild and frenzied.
Her thrashing slowed and she went limp, her death contractions fading away on my cock. I fucked her for another couple of minutes before I cried out and came violently in her pussy.
I let her go and stepped back.
Heather laid there, draped over the side, half in and half out of the tank. I pushed her in. Her corpse sank to the bottom of the tank: its mouth open, skin turned pale and sightless eyes staring. My come oozing out into the water.
Claire was sobbing, her head to the cold floor.
I stepped over to her and grabbed her chin, raised her head so that I could look into her pretty eyes.
“One daughter defiled, another drowned,” I said. “It’s been a pretty good night, already. Wouldn’t you agree, Mrs. Prescott?”Chapter Three – Dreams of Lust and Violation
Hannah woke as I lowered myself on top of her. She was strapped to one of my examination tables.
With frenzied fucking motions, I took her, feeling the depths of her.
Long minutes later, I emptied my balls into her tight cunt. Her mother, strapped beside her, was a silent witness.
I climbed onto Claire and wiped my come and Hannah’s pussy juice on her pretty face. Moving down, I entered her, thrusting hard and deep. She too received a load in her snatch.
I relaxed and suckled on Claire’s tits until I recovered.
Unstrapping the mother and daughter, I took them to the shower stall. I threw Hannah to the floor; pushed Claire’s face to the steaming glass and entered her ass. She cried out, through the ring-gag, at the violation.
I pounded into her bowels, slamming her face into the glass. Minutes later, we screamed together, as I came.
I dropped her, kicked her in the ribs and picked up her daughter. Crushing Hannah against the glass, I rammed my cock up her ass. God, she was tight! A few thrusts and I went all the way inside.
I grabbed her hair as I violated her. I kissed her shoulders and bit her neck.
Suddenly, I felt movement at my feet. It was Claire, struggling to get up. I kicked her in the face, sending her back to the tiles. She didn’t move again, but I could see her tits shaking as she sobbed.
I continued ass-fucking Hannah until my cock burst and I filled her. I ripped the ring-gag off of her and kissed her mouth, hungrily.
My fingers tangled in Claire’s hair, as I pulled her to her knees.
“Kneel beside your mother, cunt,” I ordered the blonde girl.
She obediently dropped to her knees, as I slammed my cock home into her mother’s waiting throat. I thrust down deep and held her tight.
“Watch me, little clit,” I said to Hannah.
I violated Claire in front of Hannah’s eyes. All control left me and I became a lustful animal, desiring unending release. I was suddenly aware of the choking, moaning sounds at my cock.
Claire’s face was red with strain and she was on the verge.
“FUCK YOU, MOTHER CUNT,” I hissed. I held her down and choked her unconscious with my cock.
Still my release would not come. I had ejaculated too many times this morning, but my lust would be satisfied again, one way or the other. I let the redheaded mother slide off of my cock and drop to the floor of the stall. Her body splashed into the water, crumpled and unconscious.
I pulled Hannah to me, by the hair.
“One more time,” I told her. “I’m almost there. Your mother almost finished me.”
She cringed away from me.
“Don’t worry, honey,” I cooed to her. “This is the final blowjob that you will ever have to give.”
“Please, no!” Hannah cried.
“It’s too bad that you can’t say farewell to your mother.”
“Nooo… I’ll do anything! Please!” she screamed. She clutched at my legs, begging. It was a beautiful sight.
“And what will you do if I let you live?” I asked.
“Anything you want, I swear!”
I looked at her, weeping before me, and weighed my options. She was just a girl, too weak to fight me, too young to really disobey. She looked up at me, awaiting my decision, tears glistening on her face.
It gave me a truly godlike feeling. I looked at the ring-gag for a moment and then fastened it about her head.
She cried again, but didn’t struggle. It wasn’t in her nature to fight. She was like her mother in that.
I thrust inside with a single deep stroke, all the way to the bottom of her throat. I held her to me, felt her warmth envelop me. She moaned deeply and her tears ran down her face. I could feel them on my groin. One trickled down the corner of her eye and nose and joined her mother’s spit on my cock.
“Hannah,” I said breathlessly. “Hannah, look at me!”
She struggled to open her beautiful green eyes and after a few moments of blinking, they latched onto me. I saw sadness in them and knowledge of the inevitable end.
Suddenly, she started sucking, sucking for air that wasn’t there. This was always the best part. No blowjob was ever as good as the primal desperation of a woman longing for oxygen. It was as if she wanted to drain me, as if she thought that she might be able to breathe my come.
I watched Hannah’s face with fascination, as she closed her eyes and let the nothingness take her.
The fabulous sucking sensation faded as the more erotic knowledge of what I had done crystalized in my mind.
I cried out and came in her throat.Chapter Four – The Last Gasp of Claire Prescott
I entered my Chamber, nude, and stepped up to Claire.
As always, she hung there, head sagging, toes barely touching the floor. Her prominent breasts hung as well, lush and ripe. She was no child, but a mature woman just entering the first years of her decline.
“She’s gone, isn’t she?” Claire asked.
I said nothing, my eyes fixed upon her.
“And you’re here to take me, too.”
“How does that make you feel?” I wondered aloud.
Her head rose to look at me.
“Glad that it will be over. You’ve taken so much away from me and you might as well take the rest. The sooner the better.”
I lowered her to the floor. I removed her restraints.
I motioned her to the toilet where I had her relieve herself completely. We entered the shower stall. I scrubbed her body and shampooed her hair. Afterwards, she glistened like a goddess.
I dried her and set her on a chair.
I took something from a cabinet and walked back to Claire, my hands clasped behind my back.
She looked up at me, trying to discern what I held behind my back.
Slowly, I rounded her. My shoulder brushed against her, lightly. She shuttered, suddenly fearful of what was to come.
“Face forward,” I ordered.
She did as I commanded.
I raised my hands to her head and brought them down. I slid the bristles of the hairbrush through Claire’s beautiful auburn mane, straightening it, working out the tangles until it was lush and shining. Soft.
I took a bag from a cabinet. Threw it to her.
She opened the bag.
Inside was a woman’s suit. Red jacket and skirt. White blouse. A bra, panties and hose. High heels. There was a small makeup kit and a crimson lipstick. A pair of large emerald earrings she had worn when I abducted her. Her diamond wedding ring.
My dick grew hard as she dressed. I watched as she applied the makeup. She slid the lipstick around her lips, expertly, not a tremble in her hands. She puckered her lips. She fastened on the earrings…
Finally, she slid the wedding ring on her finger.
She looked perfect. Mine for the taking.
“This way,” I said.
As we got to the door, I stopped her. Cuffed her slender wrists behind her back.
I took her through my hidden passage, the same way I had brought her in, unconscious, several days ago, and into my bedroom.
I motioned her to sit on the bed and she did.
Claire looked at me, brilliant in her red outfit.
I wore nothing. I was close to her, my cock at eye-level. I felt a tingle of excitement. I was nude and she was clothed, but I was in control. I pressed my cock to her face.
My lady understood. She took me between her lips, without hesitation and my member slid down her throat. Soft like silk and wet with her spit, her warm pursed lips brought me to instant rigidity. She moaned deeply, her red lips working intently to pleasure me.
In and out I went, rhythmically, my cock growing harder with each stroke past her smooth lips. Spit build up at the corners of her mouth.
I pulled my cock from her lips and a long line of saliva dripped onto the carpet.
“Lay back, my lady,” I said, lovingly.
She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and rolled to the center of the bed, arms pinned beneath her back.
I climbed onto the bed. I straddled Claire’s head. I stared at her beneath my cock, stared at her for a long moment.
She was terrified, but accepting, eyes wide and on me. I was her whole universe, now. I was everything. How and when she perished was my whim, my choice, my desire.
Slowly, I rubbed my engorged cock about her face. I felt harder and larger then I had ever been.
I brushed a lock of hair away from her eyes.
“Are you ready, my love?” I asked her, softly, while caressing her cheek.
“I want to be with my sweet Hannah,” she said, as her first tear of the day rolled down her cheek to my fingertips. “Do it, you sick fuck.”
I smiled. She knew exactly how to arouse me.
I affixed the ring-gag about her head, sliding it into place and making sure it was just perfect. I pulled her beautiful red hair out from beneath her, over one shoulder. I tied the silky strands into a knot, high at the base of her neck. Another knot was tied into the tip.
Claire looked at me, confusion on her face, showing through the mix of her last emotions.
I twisted the red strands around her frail neck.
Her eyes went wide as comprehension came.
I thrust into her mouth, hard, putting the entire length of cock inside her frail neck, down her slender throat. I pulled at the garrote of her hair, tightening it, choking off all breath. My cock pressed her head to the pillow and I skullfucked her with all the strength in me, plunging deep into her helpless throat.
I grabbed her auburn hair and pulled her to the headboard. Thrusting in hard, I rapidly slammed her head against the dense wood, matching the crack of her head with the slap of my balls against her sexy chin.
I braced her head with my left hand, strangled her with the auburn rope clenched in my right.
She didn’t fight it at all.
I expected her legs to kick, but she was still. Her only movements were the glorious tightening of her mouth and throat and the blinking of her eyelids as her skull cracked again and again against the headboard.
I pulled on her hair, harder.
Her lips tightened on me, trying to suck in air. I knew that if she could control herself, she would go quietly, peacefully. But the body struggles to live even if the will does not.
I thrust in further, deeper; held my cock down her throat. I pulled at her hair, again. I could feel the tightening of it, around my cock. It drove me to climax and I came. My seed filled her throat and bubbled up from her lips.
She choked around my cock, drowning in my come.
Ecstasy struck. And the realization that all that was left was to end her. I pulled hard on her hair: a mighty heave that produced a sharp crack.
Claire Prescott looked up at me, love in her eyes, as she gasped one last time on my cock. And then she was staring at nothing but oblivion.
I held her for several minutes, as I came down from my high. My fist was still tight on the knot of her hair.
From my bedside nightstand, I took a knife. Slowly, I rubbed the razor-sharp blade down her face… over her sightless eyes… across her nose… past her come-covered lips… down to her neck…
The blade cut and I held the auburn ponytail in my hand. It was as if I could feel her inside it. It was all I had left of her, now.
Well, almost all.
I stood and walked to my bathroom, pushed the door open to reveal the bound blonde-haired girl. Hannah looked up at me with wet eyes, her face twisted in a rictus of emotional agony.
A small monitor was before her, showing the broken doll of her mother.
“Did you see that, baby? Did you see what she did, hear what she said? Did you watch her, all the way to the end? She was fabulous. I never dreamed I would have a fuck like her.”
Hannah looked at me, eyes alight with terror.
Sweet Hannah. I liked the girl. I really did. She was a true survivor, coming back from the brink like that.
I pulled her to her knees and thrust my cock in, all the way down her throat.
“She’s still there, baby,” I moaned. “On my cock! Your mother’s spit and her last fucking breath! Take my cock, my young love! And when you’re done we’ll visit that corpse you call a mother and you can suck your master’s come from her murdered fucking lips!”
I raised the ponytail to my nose and smelled the smell of my sweet Claire, as I throatfucked her last daughter.
Now she was with me, forever.

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28.11.2019

A Life of Service chapter 2

Hey hope u enjoyed the first chapter. In this chapter we see more of Sandra’s service to her new master. the story skips ahead a few months. basically skipping her whole training but it will be covered in later chapters. Keep the comments coming….enjoy.
He awoke with Sandra’s head on his chest, her arm around his torso. Usually she slept at the foot of the bed, but she had come so far in the last month. She had accepted her fate, even grown to love her master. He had trained her well. She obeyed without hesitation. In public she stayed by his side and acted in an obedient fashion. He had even let her out in public alone. He knew she was dedicated to his cause. He had even watched her masturbate to the video of that first night.
He drifted back to sleep….
Sandra loved to wear the gimp suit. She loved how the latex sealed to her body, made her curves shine. She loved the stretch of the latex between her healthy breasts. She knew master loved it too. She loved the big zipper between her legs and over her mouth. She often wore it when master was out or when he was sleeping. She would play with herself in front of a mirror. Sandra was beginning to feel wet, she began to rub herself. Servant needed master’s touch, but she would not wake him. She went to the room were he kept his tools
She entered slowly, her hands sliding down the door frame. Laid out before her in the dark and spacious room, was a wide collection of items made for her pleasure. In the middle of the room was a chair the master had made for her. She climbed into it. It kept her legs wide and her body tilted back. It had buckles and clamps to tie her in. The chair could pivot on all axis, he could lean it back till she was up side down. Master had used this chair many times with her. She rubbed her snatch at the thought of how master had tied her in and had put his tools to work on her body. How the anal beads had made her cum over and over. How he would flip the chair back so he could fuck her mouth. How many times had he sprayed his cum on her face or in her throat on this chair? She wanted master’s cock right now.
Sandra hopped out of the chair and walked over to the table where master kept his collection of tools. She needed to be stuffed. She grabbed her favorite dildo that master had used on her. It was large and long. He had forced it into all her holes. It was the dildo he had trained her with. She dropped down to her knees and opened the zipper to her mouth. She began to suck it. She licked the length of the shaft. She began to slide it into her throat; she gagged but did not stop. She could feel the bile rise from her stomach but she did not stop till the toy was all the way in. Her eyes began to water. As she knelt there in the room in her gimp suit, her head tilted back all the way with the master’s dildo in her throat, she began to play with herself. She reached back and pulled down the zipper that kept her bottom closed. She pulled the dildo from her throat, it was dripping wet with her spit. She grabbed it firmly by the base and without any hesitation she slammed it roughly into her ass. She flinched and whimpered, her ass had never fully healed from her first encounter with master. She needed the pain, wanted it. The pleasure washed over her as she began to work herself with the toy.
She knew master was watching her from outside the room. She could feel his gaze on her body. Like a good servant Sandra lean forward till her face was on the ground, her ass stuck out in the air like a cat in heat waiting to be fucked. She reached back and pulled the dildo out of her ass and slid it into her dripping snatch. She placed it all the way in. Then with both hands reached back and grabbed her asshole and began to spread it as wide as she could.
“Please master……” was all she needed to say
He walked into the room and knelt behind her. He could see into her anal cavity. In one motion he was fully inside her all the way to the base. She whimpered and he smiled with pleasure. He placed his hands on her hips and began to thrust inside of her.
“I can feel your cock moving my guts around Master” Sandra panted.
She loved being his animal. She began to breathe hard as he stabbed her with his cock. Her mouth open, she drooled for more. Her ass burnt from the friction of his fucking. Master lean forward and fish-hooked her with both hands as he raped her ass. Spit began to leak from her mouth. She reached back and began to move the dildo in and out of her hole. She was Cuming. Her pussy sprayed her cum out across the floor, master pulled harder at her mouth. Her vision blurred, her legs buckled, her ass clenched which made the master grunt. He was Cumming soon and she knew it. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her head back till he could look into her eyes. Sandra’s head was arched back as he pulled out of her ass. He began to cum on to the back of her head, spraying his junk in her hair. He managed to get some in her left eye. She closed it so it would not burn but it was too late. When he was done he spit into her open mouth and wiped his dick off with her hair.
As he stood up he said to her “clean yourself, you’re a mess”
“Yes master” Sandra purred as she licked what she could of his jizz out of her hair. She was happy
“We have a guest this evening” is all he said as he walked out of the room…..
Sandra toweled herself off, Soaking the hot water from her long lean figure. She admired her body in the full length mirror.
He had moved her to his home, a large town house in the city. Master was wealthy. Her life had improved since she was his now.
Sandra eyed herself in the steamy full length mirror, her full figure, ample breasts with tight, small nipples. She knew master loved her tits; she loved them too, many a time she had used her cleavage or her figure to get her way with men.
She looked at the color of her eyes, Dark brown with a golden ring around the iris. Sandra was tall at 5’9; her dark brown wavy hair was black now because of her shower. Her hair was long past her shoulders, Sandra had always taken care of her figure, and it showed. She began her make-up ritual. She never wore to much make up anyways, it never took long. Twenty minutes and she was done with her whole routine. She was eager to see what he had chosen for her to wear for tonight’s guest. He had told her nothing about who was coming over but it wasn’t for dinner because it was already getting late. She heard the doorbell ring. The guest had arrived.
She walked naked out of the bathroom into the Masters bedroom. She was surprised to see what we had chosen for her to wear. He had left a white button blouse and a short blue skirt with white knee high cotton stockings. He had also picked out a pair of white cotton panties.
She couldn’t believe it. He wanted her to wear a school girl’s outfit. She sat on the edge of the bed and began with the long white stockings; she pulled them up over her knees. She noticed at the foot of the bed a pair of black high heels which she put on right after the stocking. She looked herself over in the mirror with just the stockings and high heels. … Fuck she looked hot. She grabbed the white cotton panties. She slid them up her long legs and pulled them tight over her ass cheeks and pussy. Again she eyed herself in the mirror turning her body and thrusting her ass out to look in the mirror and admire it. It did not take long for there to be a little wet spot forming between her legs……she was excited for the night’s events
The door bell rang. He stood up from the couch and walked to the door. He heard Sandra moving around up stairs. He stopped in front of the mirror along the way and looked himself over. He was ready. He walked to the front door and opened it
“Hello lovely how you doing? Come in…. quick …..It’s cold out.” He smiled widely at Kate
Kate was a very attractive young lady. She was about five and a half feet tall and maybe weight 110lbs. She was tight and ultra fit. A supple ass and athletic legs .She had raven black hair that she kept chin length in a trendy hair cut. She had an olive complexion and had delicate features. A long straight nose and pointy chin. But it was the dark eyes that made everyman she met melt.
Kate smiled a broad smile and walked in. She kissed him on both cheeks and gave him a hug. He reached out his hand to take her bag and her coat. Kate handed him her bag and he eyed her form as she removed her coat
“I love this place….. Very nice” she smiled
“Thanks” he said “come in have a seat. Would you like a drink?” he asked
“No I think you know what I want” She pushed him back gently to the wall and began to kiss him, her lips where soft on his. He placed his hands around her hips and pulled her to him. He could smell her fragrance. She was damned sexy and she knew it.
She pulled away from him then and turned around and leaned back into him. She began to rub her bottom on his manhood and leaned her head back onto his shoulder.
“I’m in need of a good fucking “she purred into his ear as his hands slide up her trim figure to rest on her breasts. His left hand shot down between her legs
“I can see that “he said
She leaned forward and placed her left hand on the wall before her and turned her face back to him. Seduction came very easily to Kate.
“I want it now “She commanded as her right hand came back to raise her skirt over her buttocks to allow him easy entry.
He complied
He reached down to his pants and pulled out his rod and began to slide his head between the lips of her waiting clam.
“Don’t tease me” she pleaded “fuck me”
He teased her for a moment or two more till he finally slid it in. Her warm wet snatch fit him like a glove. She purred and moaned as he proceeded to take her. Her feet barely touching the ground. He fucked her with passion. He fucked her deeply. She twisted her body around to reach behind and grab him by the neck, to look at him while he fucked her.
“This is why you called me didn’t you” She asked, panting,”You need a good fucking too didn’t you”.
Kate’s legs where trembling. She loved dick. She had had plenty of it in her 22 years, and she knew she wanted plenty more.
She whipped around and fell to her knees right before he came. She put his head in her mouth and stroked his shaft. He came hard into her mouth. She gulped it down and continued to suck him off for a moment.
By the time Sandra came down to join them, they were sitting rather cozily on the couch enjoying a glass of wine. They both stood to greet Sandra.
“Sandra I would like you to meet Kate. Kate this is Sandra” Master said.
Sandra reached out her hand to be polite; Kate took it and pulled herself in to kiss Sandra on the cheeks.
“Like your outfit” Kate said to her.
Sandra did not like her one bit. Why had he brought her here Sandra thought?
“She’s very pretty your girl” Kate said to him
“I’m glad you like her” he answered back. “I’m quite fond of her “he said
Sandra of course perked right up and smile at Kate as if to say “he’s my man now fuck off” oblivious to the fact that “her man” had just dick this little hottie in the entrance of his home before she had even had her panties on.
Kate caught it but did not react. Instead she walked right up to Sandra’s master and placed her hand on his package through his pants and began to kiss the master on his neck.
Master just patted her on the ass. Master gestured for Sandra to come. She came reluctantly. Sandra was hurt and shocked. She did not want to share him. What if he did not want her anymore? Where would she be then?
“kneel” he told her. “lick her feet” he told her
Sandra approached and did as she was told. Master left the two of them then and sat on the couch before them to enjoy the show. He could see the lovely cotton panties that he had chosen for Sandra.
Sandra licked at Kate’s feet. “who the fuck is this bitch “ she thought to herself. Why was master being so different with her.
“Higher” Kate ordered. Sandra did not comply. She was master servant and no one else’s.
“Higher’ Master said. Sandra complied.
“Eat my snatch” Kate ordered. Sandra Turned to look at her master. He nodded for her to proceed. Sandra had never done anything sexually with a woman before. Sandra slid her face up under Kate’s skirt. Kate’s hand came done to rest on Sandra’s head just as her tongue found Kate’s clit.
“Mmmm” Kate moaned.
“Play with you” Master ordered.
Sandra slid her hand under her panties and began making circles around her clit. Master could see the commotion under her panties and was pleased. Kate began to remove her top. Soon her young perky breasts were free and she quickly began to roll her nipples between her fingers.
“Lay down “master told Sandra. Sandra quickly lay on her back and could see that master was smiling at Kate.
“Sit” he said to Kate
Kate lowers her self onto Sandra who resumed her munching. But this time Kate lowered her head between Sandra’s legs and pulled her panties aside and began to tongue fuck her
Sandra breathed deeply and brought her hands up and placed them on Kate’s hips and ass
Master was pleased with the display. Aroused. He wanted to join in but was patient.
Sandra began to moan loudly. Her hips began to roll. Kate was also approaching orgasm. Kate was the first to cum. She came hard and loud. Sandra went next breathing hard and trembling. Kate was surprised to find that Sandra was a squirter . Sandra sprayed her face and as Kate pulled back Sandra shot her cum out onto the floor.
Master stood then and walked to them
“Lovely” he applauded
The girls sat up smiling and woozy. Master stopped before them and pulled his fly down. Sandra quickly reached in and pulled him out. She stroked his shaft gently. Kate spit on his dick and on Sandra’s hand. With her free hand Sandra began to undo the buttons of her shirt stopping right below her breasts. She opened her top and her breasts sprung free.
Masters rod quickly found its place between her tits as she began to stroke him with them. They were firm and burning hot, and he loved them. He pets her on the head like a good dog. She was pleased.
Kate found her place immediately. She placed her head between them and licked sucked his cap every time it poked through from between Sandra’s cans. Sandra began to move faster, Kate’s licking became more intense.
His cum flew out in long white strings on to Sandra’s neck and chest. Kate pulled away before he came. She hated getting cum on her face. Sandra on the other hand relished his offerings.
He turned his dick to Kate and she began to clean him off, she did not care about the taste, but not on her face, she was not a whore
Sandra rubbed the jizz all over her breast and then licked her fingers clean. Master watched her.
“Good girl” he said to Sandra who beamed a smile back to him
Master turned to Kate “you on the other hand”
That was the first time Kate tasted piss. Master had proceeded to piss in her mouth. She coughed and spat it out onto the floor. She tried to get up but master forced her back down and began to piss on her body. Sandra knelt beside her and grabbed Kate by the hair.
“Open” master said to Sandra. She opened and he filled her mouth with his urine.
“Spit” he said and she turned to Kate and spit the urine out into her face.
Kate looked up at him “what the fucks the matter with you” She yelled
Sandra slapped her across the face “that’s no way to speak to the master”
“Master???” Kate asked passing her glance between the two of them
“You will learn” is all he said to her
“Get my new toy” he said to Sandra
When Sandra returned with the toy she saw that master had Kate flat on her back with her legs pulled back so that her ankles were next to her ears almost. He was kneeling at her head fucking the arches of her feet.
“You fucking animal” Kate said to him
He spit on her feet and it dripped into her face. She turned her head to not get any in her face and that’s when she saw Sandra returning from somewhere in the house, her large firm tits bouncing perfectly with each step. Kate saw no toy in her hands but when she looked down she saw rising out from under her skirt a long thick plastic cock. Sandra reached down and began to stroke it
“Do you like it” she laughed
“Fuck her cunt” master said
Sandra came around and stood over Kate, knelt and despite Kate’s protests she slid the strap on into her open snatch and began to pump her furiously. If Kate was suffering or pleased it made no difference because she said not a word nor made a sound.
Master watched Sandra fuck his new animal. She was good. She was holding Kate down by her calves keeping them close to her head. Her amazing d cup tits bouncing perfectly in rhyme with her thrusts. He looked down at Kate and spat in her face and began to slap her in the face with his dick.
“You will learn to love being my animal. You will even thank me for this when we are done”
“Fuck you, you crazy freaks “Kate yelled “let me go”
Master stood then and turned his dick to Sandra’s waiting mouth. He proceeds to slid it back and forth in her mouth. He placed his hand over her head and forced his dick all the way down she drooled and coughed.
How lovely it would be to watch this he thought, A beautiful brunette with large breast in a school girls outfit getting fuck in the mouth while she strap on fucks a rather hot well to do young woman.
He pulls out from Sandra’s mouth and walks behind them and kneels. Sandra is praying that he fucks her ass then but he does not. Instead he pushes her forward till she falls on to Kate, Sandra doesn’t miss a beat and keeps drilling Kate who is beginning to look scared.
In one thrust master is all the way in Kate’s virgin ass. Kate lets out a scream. She sees stars and loses consciousness. Master continues to drill her as does Sandra, entering her holes at the same time. Kate would not have it easy.
Kate awakes to them fucking her. Her legs beginning to cramp from this infernal position. They are fucking her hard and fast. She feels her intestines being pushed around, her guts getting packed. He has both hands on Sandra’s tits, pulling on her nipples
“Your ass is so tight for such a whore. Am I the first” he asks
“Fuck you” Kate says
Sandra slaps Kate across the face. “Animal” she says
Master is fucking Kate hard now. He feels his cum rising from within him. Her ass is so tight it almost hurts him.
Just then he pulls out of her and slams his rock hard dick into Sandra’s ass who never saw it coming. She lets out a raspy yell of pain right as his finger come around to fish-hook her.
Kate can hear the hard packing sounds of his thrusts into Sandra’s ass as well as her whimpers and cries.
Sandra hears her masters grunt and can feel him filling her ass with cum. It burns her ass but she likes it. He pulls out of her and says” sit on her face “
She does this as he holds Kate in place some of his cum still dripping from his shaft. Sandra sits on Kate’s face or rather her ankles above her face. Master then grabs Sandra’s hair violently and pulls her forward. He crams his dick in her mouth, He grabs her head with both hands and just plows at her face like never before. Sandra’s mascara is running down her face drool is pouring out of her mouth onto Kate’s pussy. He is ravaging her face. He’s fucking her mouth at an incredible pace.
“Stroke her strap-on” he tells Kate. She does not comply. He slams two fingers in her ass roughly. Kate cries out and quickly begins stroke Sandra’s faux cock
Puke sprays out the sides of Sandra’s mouth into Kate’s waiting holes. The vomiting makes Sandra’s ass muscles relax and the cum begins to leak out running down her pussy. It falls in long strings onto Kate’s nose and into her eyes and mouth
“Make sure you get it all out” master says to Sandra as he fucks her face. She quickly reaches around and spreads her hole open and more cum gushes out onto Kate’s face
“Of my god, this is so disgusting” Kate says
“We’ve only just began with you” master says
He then pulls out of Sandra’s puke hole and crashes his cock into Kate’s ass. She cries in shock as his cum from Sandra’s ass burns her eyes. Sandra is coughing and spitting now that she can breathe.
Master pumps Kate’s ass as hard as he can till he erupts spraying into her anal cavity, all of his junk.
He stands and forces Sandra’s head down into Kate’s and says “clean up this mess.”
She tongues Kate’s ass He lights a smoke, standing back admiring his work. He looks at Kate’s tear and cum soaked faces, cum still leaking down on it from Sandra’s clawed open ass. He takes a pull from his smoke and begins to piss in Sandra’s open ass till it is full and begins run down on Kate’s face
When he is done He shakes himself off walks up to Sandra who is still feasting.
“Put fuck holes in the animal cage, and make me a sandwich”
“Yes master” Sandra says
“And for god sakes clean yourself off. You stink”

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28.11.2019

my wife

I was a thirty year old man that had ED which was cured not by taking little blue pill, or, visiting doctors, but rather watching my wife being screwed by two foreign exchange students

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28.11.2019

Slut in training.

She was really nervous as she stood in the cold. It was dark and there was no one around, and for the first time she began to really panic. Did she really know what she was letting herself in for? He had told her everything she had wanted to hear; he was going to use her as his toy, degrade her, humiliate her, abuse her as he likes. Every time she had messaged him, his authority over her had aroused her like never before. She knew that she wanted to be used in this way, it felt so natural, but standing there so alone, no one knowing where she was except him, she felt scared and vulnerable. She had never actually met him, he had completely dominated her thoughts and dreams over the past few weeks, but up until now, that was all he had ever been. Now it was becoming reality.
She had done as he said. In fact she had spent all day preparing herself. She had a silky smooth cunt dampening her thighs, the cool night’s air making her conscious of her lack of underwear. She had to have all holes accessible for him, which meant a very short black leather skirt; no underwear, no tights. Her black satin blouse unbuttoned to her visible red lace bra, her large tits begging to be looked at, touched, groped. The cold and her increasing arousal meant her nipples poked through, hurting as they grazed against the lace. He had told her to wait here, but she had been waiting a while now, she thought he would be there waiting for her to arrive, or at least he would be prompt. She was worrying that he wasn’t going to turn up, that she would be abandoned in this unfamiliar area dressed like the slut she is. She heard a car engine and her heart started to race, was she really ready to commit to this? His car pulled up and she stood there unsure of what to do. The driver’s door opened and he got out, she looked at him in awe. His presence so naturally commanding, she felt like he saw straight through her and she loved it. His eyes scanned her up and down, but his face didn’t reveal what he was thinking, his eyes piercing. He said, “Hello slut” and she flustered, unable to utter a coherent response as she revelled in his objectification of her. “Um h-hello Sir”, her vulnerability cracked through her voice. He warned her that this was the last time she would be given a choice, she could walk away now but if she were to get in his car, she would be accepting her position to be used as he sees fit with no going back. She was so aroused that her swollen clit was hurting, she couldn’t have walked away even if she had wanted to. She knew deep down that this was her place in life and she was so eager to see what was in store for her. She told him that she was staying.
Without another word he grabbed her long hair and bent her forward against his car. “I want to check what I am getting first, slut” She squealed unable to help herself as he roughly forced two fingers into her cunt. “You are soaking, you filthy slut” he spat in her ear, she blushed with shame but getting wetter at the way he was treating her. He removed his fingers as quickly as they had entered and she groaned with the emptiness. His manly hand explored the folds of his new toy, checking to see if she had shaven properly as instructed, then moving closer towards her arse. She tensed as she felt the tip of his finger applying pressure to her virgin arse hole, waiting for him to plunge his finger, but he didn’t. He instead opened the car door and pushed her in by her hair, she clambered to get in, her bare cunt completely exposed to him. He was going to enjoy breaking in his tight new toy. She was young and inexperienced and that made it all the more exciting for him, he was going to completely abuse her and then he would find out if she was really the filthy slut she had professed to be. Either way he was going to enjoy himself.
He got in his car and looked the slut up and down again. He drove for about five minutes and stopped outside of his house. “Stay” he ordered her as he turned off the car and got out. He came over to her door, opening it and dragging her out by the hair. There was no one about as he pushed her yet again into the car and roughly secured a blindfold over her eyes. He led her into the house by her hair and directed her down a flight of steps. It was freezing as she was pushed down to her knees on the hard concrete floor. He ordered her to stay still as fear coursed through her body. The blindfold heightening her other senses, she could hear him walk around the room, moving things, looking for something. Her body tingling with goosebumps and her nipples straining against the fabric of her bra, she was grateful when she heard the order to get to her feet and strip. She unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra, freeing her large pert tits and erect pink nipples. She couldn’t see him ogling her, but she could feel his eyes on her and it only encouraged her. She slid her skirt down over her hips and stepped out of it, now only wearing the blindfold and her heels.
She heard his footsteps as he approached her and felt his warm touch down her neck, onto her tit. His other hand reached to her arse and pulled her closer to him. She was surprised at his tenderness as her lightly pinched her nipples and pressed his lips against hers, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She kissed back, pressing her tongue passed his, taking her time to enjoy exploring his tongue, becoming lost in the enjoyment of kissing him, almost forgetting where she is, what she is doing here, and she instinctively reaches to the front of his trousers, without thinking. He bites down hard on her tongue; making her scream into his mouth. He clamps down harder and they both taste blood. Her head is pounding from the pain, but she daren’t pull away for fear that it will hurt more. He releases her tongue, satisfied that he has shown her what happens to forward sluts.
He grabs her by the wrists and she flinches, his tight grip in such a fragile area makes her feel sick. He knows she hates her wrists being looked at, never mind touched, but he doesn’t care. She is there for his pleasure; her comfort is not his priority. Her hands are stretched above her head and secured with rope, to the point where she is on her tiptoes. He walks around her, looking at her exposed body. What shall he play with first? Her tits are aching for him to maul them, but then her fleshy arse looks so bare. She is so on edge, anticipating his every move. She hears the swish of air, unsure of where the first blow will be, time seems to be going so slowly. She hears a crack and a second later feels a searing pain in her arse, and again. She loses count of the blows as each one seems to find a new untouched patch of arse and thigh. She can’t figure out what he is using, she is unfamiliar with bdsm toys but all she knows is that each crack brings her closer to a hazy place she has never been before. Her brain explodes with blackness from the pain and she feels almost as if she is separated from her body. She hears the heavy breathing and moaning escaping her lips and she feels so alive. She wants to beg him to continue, to hit harder, to treat her like the pain slut she is, but she refrains. Until he suddenly stops, she doesn’t say anything but her frustrated whimper gives away her disappointment. She can feel his hot breath on her neck as he whispers in her ear. “You are a filthy slut, my fuckmeat”, he is getting into her head and it is driving her wild with pleasure, just not enough to the point of cumming. He is keeping her on the edge of orgasm.
He walks away for a few minutes and she comes down from the pleasure high slightly, feeling the burning sensation of pain and beginning to shake with adrenalin. She hears him move closer again, he rolls a nipple between his fingers and pinches harder than she could have imagined. Her nipples are so sensitive as he twists and pulls them, his fingertips mauling her tit flesh as she can feel it bruising. She can’t help but whimper in pain. The short pause in attention means that now his focus on her tits is more pain than pleasure. She can’t help but think about how he must have known exactly what he was doing. She continues to shake, the cold air against her body, her aching wet cunt. As if he has read her mind, a hand moves between her legs. She does her best to spread her legs open as he sniggers at the slut she is. He brutally grabs a handful of cunt making her groan in intense pain, he brings her close to orgasm yet again. She starts to panic. She knows he expects her to ask to cum in a certain way, but she cannot remember what she must say. Her mind is a blank and she is struggling to fight off the increasing tightening of her muscles, the oncoming orgasm feels so intense. She doesn’t get a chance to beg him to let her cum as his hand is removed. He smears his hand all over her face as she greedily opens her mouth to taste her cunt juice, trying to suck his fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around to enjoy the sweet taste. He was definitely right in thinking that this one was a slut.
She feels her hands being let down as he unbinds her wrists, the blood rushing back into her hands hurts, and her legs too weak to support her, she drops to her knees. He takes the opportunity to remove her blindfold which is soaked in her tears, her mascara framing the desperation in her eyes. She looks up at him, in awe of him and also still frightened, anticipating his next move. It doesn’t take her long to figure out what is now expected as she looks forward to see she is looking at his rock hard cock. The precum oozing out of the tip is enough to entice the filthy cock whore. She sticks her tongue out, flicking it around the head of his cock, fully enjoying the salty sweet taste. She licks her lips, fully focussed on giving the blowjob of her life. She starts by exploring his entire cock with lashes of her soft warm tongue, getting his cock nice and wet. He groans as she pops the head of his cock through her soft full lips. He looks down to see her pink lips wrapped around his cock as she looks up at him to see the pleasure on his face. She feels his hands starting to run through her hair, so she begins to suck hard, creating a vacuum around his hard cock as she bobs her head up and down, taking all of him into her mouth. She gags the first few times as his cock enters her throat. But she is determined to please him, to show off what she is capable of doing. As she continuously bobs her head in rhythm she swirls her tongue around. She places her hands on his bum, grabbing hold of him, helping him fuck her face. She moans around his cock as she hears “good slut” and feels the spasms of a building orgasm. She forces her head down, taking him into her throat as far as possible as she feels rope after rope of cum going down her throat. She greedily moves off a little so that her tongue can tease the sensitive head of his cock as he cums, so she can taste the last few spurts on her tongue. She deliberately shows him his cum on her tongue as she swallows and licks her lips. Giving his cock a few more sucks for good measure. Her thighs are soaked with her arousal, but she had become so involved in pleasing him that she didn’t care about her own release any more. He pulled her to her feet by her hair and kissed her on her forehead. She feels so worthy for being able to satisfy him like she has.
She became conscious of her sweat covered body, her tangled hair, the cunt juice drying on her face. She forgot herself for a second and casually said “I need a shower.” As soon as it had slipped out of her mouth she regretted it, she hadn’t meant to sound so demanding, she should have asked courteously or just waited until he instructed her to shower. “Yes you do” was all he responded. He took her to the corner of this cold room and secured her into a pair of handcuffs which were attached to a chain from the wall. She sat and looked at him, forgetting to be bothered about her restrained wrists. It took her a while to realise what he was doing as he took hold of his cock and aimed at her face. She just closed her eyes in time as a stream of hot piss hit her face and ran down her naked bruised body, soaking her, humiliating her. “Open your mouth”, she was hesitant but didn’t need him to ask her again as she reluctantly opened her mouth, she tasted the sour piss and knew that she didn’t have a say in how she would be treated. As he finished pissing, he took a moment to admire the desperate look on the slut’s face, then headed towards the door, turning off the light and before leaving said, “Get some sleep because soon I am going to fuck your virgin arse, slut.”

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THE CHANCE ENCOUNTER-2: THE WORMTURNS

Chapter 1
And so my life as Sam’s slave began. Monday to Friday the rules were simple—while she was at work I was free to go to work—something I only did 2-3 days a week now—or play golf. But Sam would return home at 5:30 sharp and I had to be there kneeling and naked at the front door to show her my cock cage and collar, the two symbols of my servitude to her. Monday afternoon I got home a bit later than planned. I was held late by a client—a big one—so it was almost 5:25 when I ran in the door. I raced to the bedroom to remove my clothing, put it away neatly, and return to the door. I was only there two minutes when I heard it open.
She walked in, radiant in her scrubs, but it was obvious she’d had a shitty day. “You cut it a bit close today, didn’t you, slave?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I couldn’t get away from a big client. I raced home to be here for you. How can I serve you?”
Sam walked to the big leather chair in the living room and dropped the scrubs to the floor. She sat down and spread her legs. “I’ve been sweating my ass off all day. The goddamn air conditioning broke again so my pussy is probably ripe.”
“That’s OK, Mistress. I’ll love it anyway, and, Mistress, I would gladly remove your clothes for you.”
“Just get in here and eat this cunt. If I don’t cum soon I swear I’ll go crazy.” I dove in tongue first, starting on her labia and working my way in toward her slit. She was right, her cunt reeked, but that’s the breaks when you’re a slave. I lived to please my mistress—a good tasting cunt wasn’t part of the bargain. “Slave, I’m not in the mood for a long slow job. Just make me cum and then you can wash me. Plus, I’ve been saving something for you. I haven’t used the toilet all afternoon.” I got to work, licking and sucking her clit while I fingered her pussy, reaching for her sensitive G-spot. She jumped up suddenly. “C’mon, I gotta go. We can finish this in the shower.”
I raced behind her, sliding into position beneath her cunt just before she let loose. Her stream, more like a man’s because of the volume she’d built up, hit me in the cheek until I moved and opened my mouth. “Good boy,” she told me, “you know what to do with it, don’t you?” I nodded slightly as I swallowed a mouthful. When she finished I moved up to lick her clean and continue her toward her orgasm. I sucked her button between my teeth. Between the nibbling, sucking, and licking she came quickly and hard, collapsing into my arms. I helped her up, removed her top and bra and turned on the water to lovingly wash her lush body. “Did anyone comment on your collar today?”
“Yes, Mistress, I told them it was a loving gift from my new girlfriend. Several noticed there was no way to take it off so I told them that was the idea.”
“And how was your cage? I imagine you’d like to take it off.”
“I was proud to wear it, Mistress. It’s a symbol of my dedication to you, of my love for you.”
“I’ll let you take it off one of these days—when I want to fuck you. Then I think I’ll want it back on again. We’ll see.”
“As you wish, Mistress.” I finished washing her and she allowed me to clean myself. I turned off the water and led her out. I toweled her dry and helped her into her robe before addressing my own needs. I made dinner and we ate, mostly in silence. She retired to the living room while I cleared the table and took care of the dishes. I joined her later, sitting appropriately at her feet. I bent down, taking one foot into my hands. I massaged it and kissed her toes; then I took care of the other. I was just about to massage her legs when she pulled me up to bed.
She lay on her stomach, her hips up inviting me to kiss and lick her asshole. I pushed my tongue between her tight cheeks, finding her rosebud and teasing it with the tip. Sam moaned appreciatively. “Push your tongue in and finger my cunt. Find my G-spot and make me cum.” When I had done as she requested she pushed me onto my back and rubbed my balls. Using the cage was much like a cock ring that encircles both cock and balls. The scrotum is pushed forward, the balls squeezed tightly into a much smaller space than normal. The result was that my ball sac was tight and hard. The lightest pressure was magnified tenfold. Her gentle rubbing drove me crazy. Tentatively, I asked, “May I cum, Mistress?”
Sam thought about it for a while before denying my request. “Maybe tomorrow, if you’re a good boy.”
Tuesday I got home early from golf around two. I showered, making my body presentable for my Mistress. Once again I greeted her, my collar and cage on display for her. Again, she peed on me, requiring me to swallow and again I ate her juicy pussy twice and her ass once. She did not allow me to cum.
By Friday I had given her a ton of sex and orgasms but I had received nothing back. That would have been OK, but the cage’s effect on my balls, combined with the rubbing she had given me several times, made me hurt. It felt like I had blue balls. I asked Sam, ”Mistress, my balls are aching. They feel like blue balls. May I please cum?”
Her reply was terse, “I’ll decide when you can cum. That’s the way it works, doesn’t it? I’m getting tired of your whining. Lie on the bed and stay there.” I did as instructed until she returned with the cuffs and rope. Soon I was tied to the bed posts, my legs spread wide tied together by a rope that ran under the bed. “Don’t even think of getting loose. I was a girl scout and I know how to tie knots. I’ll be right back.” She came back with the riding crop. It was about two feet long with a 3 by 4-inch piece of leather on the end. “You may think your balls hurt now, but when I’m done they really will.” She toyed with me a few times, rubbing the leather and crop against my balls. In their current condition I was miserable, but I knew better than to complain. She took a short swing, connecting firmly with my scrotum. I couldn’t help myself; I simpered like a baby, ”Please, Mistress, I’ll be good. I won’t complain any more.” She gave me another firm swat—it felt like I’d been hit with a baseball bat. Ten times she imposed her discipline on my balls. When she was done she told me to sleep on the floor.
I awoke around three. It was still dark, but I knew I was in big trouble. My body had betrayed me—I’d had a wet dream. My ejaculate was spread all over the carpet. I tried to lick it up but all I did was spread it around. When Sam woke around eight I was on my knees, my head down in disgrace. “Mistress,” I begged, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t do it to displease you. I had a wet dream. See, my cage is still in place. It just happened. I’m so sorry.”
“Slave,” she looked at me with scorn on her face, “don’t you have any control of your body. You’re not a teenager, you know. Clean up this mess while I decide what to do with you.” I thanked her and got to work, using some wet towels to soak up much of the semen and dry ones to blot the carpet dry. I put everything into the hamper. I would do the laundry later in the day. That was also one of my jobs. It was about twenty minutes later that I walked into the kitchen. I could see the dining room table was set up and Sam was holding the paddle. I didn’t say a word. I walked over to the table and bent down. It took her less than a minute to fasten the rope to my wrists. A minute later my ankles were also secured. I turned back, “I’m so sorry, Mistress. I told you I needed to cum. I can usually go longer but I’ve been giving you so much sexual pleasure. It has an effect on me, Mistress, but I know that I need to be disciplined. I don’t blame you. It’s all my fault.” She gave me thirty and when she finished my ass was bleeding. I wasn’t sitting down any time soon.
“The worst part about this—I was planning on fucking you today, but after this–forget it. You’ll have to make do taking care of me.” I knelt before her and kissed her feet. She melted at my gesture and told me to get up. “Let’s get you some ice for that. I got a little carried away.”
“No, Mistress, I deserved it—and more. I’ve been very bad. May I try to make it up to you today?” I gave her my best all day and all night. She allowed me to get back into the bed that night.
Chapter 2
The following week my Mistress allowed me to take the cage off for half an hour. I was permitted to jerk off to avoid another involuntary ejaculation. She even helped me by rubbing my balls. She made me keep the ring on so my scrotum was really tight around my heavy testicles. Her touch was exquisite and when I came she, once again, gathered all my semen requiring that I lick her fingers clean and swallow my entire load.
On Friday night she told me we were going out—a friend was having a small get together. I picked out some good white wine for my Mistress’s enjoyment. I wouldn’t be allowed any. I drove to the address she gave me. When I got out of the car she fastened the leash to my collar. I followed her into the apartment to the exclamations of her friends. “Holy shit, I didn’t believe it when you told me, Sam, and if I wasn’t seeing it now I still wouldn’t.”
“So, Sam, what does your slave do?
“Anything I tell him to, right slave?”
“Yes, Mistress, I do whatever you tell me to do.”
One of the women, chubby and big-titted scoffed. “So what if he says that, prove it. Let’s see him in action.”
“Very well,” Sam replied, “Slave, remove your clothes and come over here.” I started with my sneakers, tucking the socks into each one. I dropped my shorts and removed the boxers, folding them neatly on top of my shoes. My shirt came off last. I walked to Sam and knelt before her, my head down in submission.
“What’s that on his cock?”
“Tell them, slave.”
I turned to face the women, showing them the cock cage. “This is a cock cage,” I began, “it ensures that I do not play with myself or get an erection or have an orgasm without my Mistress’s permission. I have worn it ever since my Mistress agreed to show me her love through her domination and control of me. I’m very lucky to be her slave.”
“Want more proof?” Sam asked. “Slave, come here, remove my panties and eat my cunt.” I smiled at her. There was nothing I enjoyed more than pleasuring her with my mouth. She lifted her hips to facilitate the removal of her panties. I handed them to her, pulled her to the edge of the chair and dove between her legs. I put my mouth over her entire pussy as I had the first time I ever tasted her and sucked mightily. I could see the rapture on her face as she gripped my head, pulling me even closer to her. Sam began grunting and groaning as I began to get to her. I fingered her clit, finding it hot to the touch. Sam exploded into my face, squirting several times. This was all the reward I could ask for.
Sam looked at her astonished friends until chubby big-tits asked if she could get some of this, too. “Of course,” Sam replied, “just take off your clothes and get in line. Take care of them, slave.” I turned on my knees just as chubby sat on a folding chair, opened her legs and pushed her meaty pussy toward me. I did the same thing for her that I had done for Sam. Her labia were so thick that I was able to gnaw on them, adding to the sensations she felt. I got her off in only four minutes. The next two I handled in the same manner, but the last woman asked for something different, “I need to get fucked. Can he fuck me, Sam?”
“Only if you have some condoms—no condom, no fucking; I have to protect him—and me, too.” The woman produced a new package from her purse. I returned to Sam; she removed the key from her neck—it had joined the Allen wrench right after I had put the cock cage on the first time. She unlocked the padlock and I slid the cage from my cock. “Keep the ring on, slave. Put the cage back on when you finish.”
“Mistress, what will happen if I cum? All this pussy sucking has made me really horny. I don’t wish to displease you.”
“Oh, go ahead, even you are entitled to some fun once in a while.” I took the condom from the woman and rolled it on my cock. She had lain on the floor so that’s where I joined her, rubbed my cock into her slit finding her wet and ready. I pushed in and she squealed with delight, “Fuck, Sam, he’s so fucking big. This is going to be fantastic. You’re the best friend ever.” I lifted her legs to get at her G-spot and finger her asshole. As I did I heard the door open and a new guest enter. He was told to get in line—he’d be next. My partner was calling for, “Faster! Harder!” so I complied, ramming my cock into her until she came, shaking beneath me. I had also come, squirting what seemed to be a gallon of semen into the condom.
I disposed of the condom, rose to my knees and saw the guy. His cock was hard and red. I glanced at Sam and she nodded. Under other circumstances I might have twisted his balls off and bitten through his organ, but to do so would offend and embarrass my Mistress. Instead, I licked his head and took his cock deep into my mouth. Like the others in this group he came quickly—didn’t these people ever get any sex? I crawled back to Sam, reinstalled and locked my cock cage, sitting naked at her feet while everyone else dressed. I remained naked throughout the party.
Shortly after ten my Mistress asked me to get her some wine. I rose to my feet, walked to the kitchen and poured her some of the select Chardonnay I had brought from my cellar. I returned to my position where I remained until Sam complained she wasn’t feeling well. I turned, seeing her in obvious distress. I jumped to my feet, dressed hurriedly, and went to her side. She told me she was feeling faint; I helped her to her feet and when she staggered I picked her up into my arms. I thanked everyone for allowing me to service them and carried Sam out to the car. We were home in less than twenty minutes. “I don’t understand,” she slurred, “I didn’t have much to drink.”
“I know,” I replied, “it’s the ‘roofie.’”
“Huh?” was all she could say before she passed out.
Chapter 3
One of the great things about being an architect and builder is that I could get almost anything I wanted in a house. I had designed my house and built it; I carried Sam to the secret room. I had told my workers that it was going to be a “safe room,” but, in reality, it served another purpose entirely—it was my game room. You wouldn’t find a pool table, ping pong, foosball, or any other family game here—this was a place for adult games and some of the equipment here was of my own design. I opened the secret panel and carried the unconscious Sam in. I dropped her unceremoniously on a couch, removed her clothing, and positioned her on my horse—kind of a pommel horse one might see in a gymnastics meet, but with restraints for her arms and legs. I put a large towel under her, placed her carefully, and fastened her restraints. Finally, I dropped a blanket over her body.
I removed the chain from her neck, opened the padlock on my cage and removed the entire device, rubbing my cock and balls for several minutes. I was so stimulated I decided to jerk off. Stroking my cock strongly, it was only minutes before I was able to cum again. With semen clinging to my body I headed to the shower—I’d swallowed enough cum for one evening! Sam didn’t know it, but she was going to be disciplined. She was almost a total failure as a mistress, but I had strong feelings for her so I was still hopeful she could work things out with me.
What a lot of people don’t realize is that a master-slave relationship isn’t all that different from regular relationships. There should be give and take in both and they are only successful if both parties care for each other. I cared for Sam, but did she care for me enough to make it happen? So far all she’d done was use and abuse me and tonight was not something I would tolerate ever again. Well, I’d find out in the morning.
I reclined on the couch, pulled a blanket over my naked body, and fell immediately into a deep sleep. I awoke early as usual; Sam was still unconscious. I rose, made coffee and brought two cups back to the game room. I shook Sam gently and she started to come around. “Huh? Where am I? What happened?” She tried to get up, but was unable to move at all.
“Would you care for a little coffee, Mistress? I think it will help you.” I held the cup to her mouth, allowing her to sip. “To answer your questions not necessarily in order—you’re in my game room. It’s a secret room accessible from the living room. I put you here last night after you passed out. You slept in your present vulnerable position.”
“But I didn’t have very much to drink.”
“No, it was the ‘roofie’ I slipped into your wine.”
“Where could you possibly get a ‘roofie’ and where could you possibly have hidden it? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“OK, I got it from my buddy Sheriff Mike. He’s been on my payroll for almost twenty years. I can tell you because there’s no way to find the money or trace it back to me. As to where I hid it—what did I wear the entire evening? Yes, my ring—it was wedged between the ring and my balls. I did it because we need to talk—especially after last night. When we’re finished I’ll tell you all the things that you’ll need to punish me for.
“Mistress, I eagerly offered to be your slave. What are my responsibilities to you?”
“To serve me, of course—sexually and any other way I determine.”
“Yes, and I have done that, haven’t I?” Sam looked away as I continued, “And what are your responsibilities to me?”
“My responsibilities?” she exclaimed, “What do you mean?”
“It’s really quite simple, Mistress. All relationships require give and take, but all you ever do is take. Do you think I enjoyed that? And—I wanted—I still want—to serve YOU. I know I’m lucky to have you under any circumstances. However, I never offered to serve your friends and especially not your male friends. Nor did I offer to be publicly humiliated for your friends’ amusement, did I? I do have to admit that you wouldn’t let that friend fuck me without a condom—that was good. But…how about some consideration for my needs? We’re going nowhere without it. I expect to be used, and sometimes even abused, but all you ever did was abuse me.”
“I guess I’ve really fucked this up, haven’t I? All I ever thought about was myself. I never gave you a second’s thought. You can let me up. I’ll pack my bags and go.”
“Now, that’s something else I never mentioned—you going. I just said I still want to serve you and I do. I think a lot of this is all about you not having much experience as a Mistress, where I’ve had many years as a slave. You look shocked, don’t be. My wife was my Mistress long before we were married. We met in college and, believe me, I was a mess until Marjorie took control of me. She put me into a cock cage on our third date and threatened never to take it off if I didn’t straighten up. She used it to punish me; it was much more effective than beating me, although that has its place for me, too.”
“You’re making me feel like an idiot. I even beat you for nothing when you first accepted me as your Mistress.”
“No, Mistress, you had to do that. I needed to learn that you would punish me. I expect it if I misbehave—like I’m doing now. I needed to learn to respect your authority. Now, however, I’m going to punish you. I’m going to beat your ass. Then I’m going to fuck your pussy and then your ass. When I’m done I’ll take care of you and you can punish me. Then we’ll be even and we can move forward. Look above you—choose your poison.”
Sam checked out all the implements hanging on the wall. “Use the cane. I deserve it for almost fucking up the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” I leaned down and we kissed—the best kiss I’d ever experienced. When she broke it I took down the cane. “Don’t hold back. Apparently I need some discipline, too.”
I rubbed the cane over her soft smooth perfect ass—without a doubt the best ass I’d ever seen or touched or eaten, for that matter. I reared back and let her have it; she cried out in pain. I gave her another, and another and another. All told she received eight blows. Her butt cheeks were red and swollen when I finished. I kissed every mark on her butt. When I reached down to her cunt I found she was running pussy juice. “I think you enjoyed that a bit too much, judging from your pussy.”
“Oh, stop talking and start the fucking. I probably need it more than you do. I’ve been so occupied with trying to control you I almost forgot how wonderful it is to fuck you.” I pushed all seven inches of my fat cock into her hole. Sam squealed with delight. I rammed into her, taking out my frustrations of the previous weeks. When I got close I slowed down to prolong the ecstasy. I pulled out and lowered my mouth to her cunt, drinking up as much as I could. When I straightened up I pushed into her tight ass. This was Heaven on earth. She was incredibly tight and very hot. “I hope you realize you’re taking my anal cherry. I’ve never done this before, but I guarantee we’ll do it again. We’re going to fuck often. I like to think I can learn from my mistakes.” I pounded her ass for several minutes and, just as I began to lose it, I reached down for her clit, jamming two fingers into her cunt. I found her G-spot and, a moment later, we came together, Sam squirting and me losing what felt like a ton of semen into her ass.
I released her restraints, picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. I filled the big Jacuzzi and got in, my Mistress balanced on my legs leaning back onto my chest. “This is fun, why haven’t we done this before? OK, I know why—I was being a big asshole.” We sat there in silence while I massaged her butt, easing her pain until she turned, kissed me, and whispered, “Let’s go to bed.” I pulled her up, dried her lovingly and followed her into bed. We held each other, kissed, and, for the first time, really expressed our love for each other. Sam fell asleep, napping for almost an hour. When she woke she reached for my cock, finding instead my steel cage.
“What…?”
“I did not have your permission to take it off so I put it back on while you were sleeping. Now we should discuss my punishment. First, I drugged your drink then I removed my cock cage without permission. I also jerked off last night; I punished you, fucked you, and fucked your ass—all without permission. I must be punished, Mistress; I need it. The past nine months since Marjorie died I have been lost—adrift at sea—without direction. My work has suffered. I need to be dominated and controlled. I need to be punished for everything I have done.”
My Mistress rose from the bed. She resumed her Amazonian posture and authority. “Get up and come with me.” She led me to the table. “Bend over while I get the restraints.” She tied me into position. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. She walked into the game room, returning with a long paddle complete with holes—the better to swing and raise welts.
I turned around just before she began. “Don’t hold back. Remember all the bad things I did to you. I deserve this.” She gave me forty. I cried like a baby before she finished, but so did she. She kissed the pain from my ass, released me, and helped me to bed. I lay on my stomach while she applied an ice pack. “I decided you’re to wear the cage for another week. But I may shorten that if you’re really good. We’ll still have the same rules—I expect you home and naked before I arrive at 5:30. You know the position. Let me know if you need to cum—I’ll let you jerk off, but no pussy for a week. Then we’ll put this behind us. Ouch, I think I should have said something else. “
“Thank you, Mistress, for taking control of me again. I’ll do anything for you.”
“Yes, I know that—and you will, won’t you?
“Yes, Mistress, I love you.”
Chapter 4
The weeks passed and my Mistress was true to her word. I did need to cum badly before my week was up. She gave me twenty minutes for jerking off. She did it for me, sucking me deep into her mouth before stroking me. When I came, my semen covered my body. I pulled her hand to my mouth, offering to swallow my jiz. My Mistress scraped up the rivers that had fallen on me, but shared the swallowing. She cleaned my cock with her mouth and I willingly returned the cage to my body.
My Mistress directed me to show her how to access the game room. There were dozens of gadgets there—vibrators of every kind, paddles, whips, canes, and crops, nipple clamps—almost anything one could find in an adult store. She placed her hand on the horse, turned to me, and smiled. Then she kissed me and asked me about the big item at the rear of the room. It’s my special invention—an eight-foot wooden X built onto a vertical arm. The top and bottom of the vertical are connected to a semicircular section of an I-beam. The entire structure rests on a gimbaled base. The X can be moved in any direction—right, left, horizontal, and tipped over to the opposite vertical. I explained that Marjorie and I had many fun times on this machine. My Mistress pointed to me and the machine, directing me to get onto it. I allowed my Mistress to secure my wrists and ankles to the ends of the X. She laughed when she tilted me horizontal. She removed her clothes and stood just over my mouth. She was able to move my mouth wherever she wanted. “Eat me,” she commanded. I had no choice as my face was buried into her cunt. I licked up and down her slit and nibbled on her clit. “Stick your tongue out.” When I did she fucked herself with it until she came, drenching my face. The old Mistress might have left me there or released me unsatisfied—pent up with frustration, but the new Mistress turned me around until I was upside down with my cock—unfettered by the cage—right in front of her face. “This is fun, slave. Shall I tease you or suck your cock? I think I’ll just tease you for now. Maybe later….” She ran her fingers up and down the sensitive underside of my cock; I became hard in a second. She massaged my balls until I groaned in rapture. For fifteen minutes she teased mercilessly. Then, a huge smile on her face, she took pity on me and took me into her mouth. Standing as she was gave her great advantage over me. She could suck and play with my balls or finger my ass. She went for the ass, fucking me furiously while bobbing on me.
I begged her to let me cum, but she remained silent. “Please, Mistress, I’m going to cum. I can’t help myself. What you’re doing to me…please, Mistress.” My Mistress winked as I forced rivers of cum into her mouth. “Thank you, Mistress. May I clean your fingers?” She pulled them from my ass, put them into my mouth, allowing me to serve her. When she removed them they were sparkling clean. “Thank you, Mistress for allowing me to serve you. May I also clean your pussy?” My Mistress thought about it for a second before smiling again, moving me to her cunt, and spreading her legs. I sucked her juices from her slit and licked her labia, before moving to her asshole.
“Uh, that’s not my pussy, slave!”
“I know, Mistress, I couldn’t help myself. I love your ass. Please punish me for my impertinence.”
“I think I have a better idea—eat my ass. Stick your tongue into me. You know how much I love that.”
“Yes, Mistress, it will be much easier if you would turn around. I can reach you better that way.” She turned and I forced my tongue into her ass. I fucked her fine hole with my tongue until she fell onto my face.
“You have my permission to laugh, slave. That was funny.” She leaned down and kissed me, wrapping her tongue around my dirty tongue, sharing the flavor of her own ass. She caressed my face and, for the first time, whispered, “I love you, slave.” I was ecstatic.
Chapter 5
I kept getting into trouble—stupid careless things that could be overlooked in most people, but for me it was symptomatic of a problem that would grow if unchecked. One morning I forgot to cap the toothpaste and clean the vanity top in the bathroom. I got five days in the cage for that—no access to my Mistress’s wonderful tight pussy except by my tongue which only made me hornier. Another time I forgot to turn on the dishwasher. There were no coffee cups the following morning. My Mistress’s expression would have melted an iceberg. She gave me two weeks in the cock cage for that, but did allow me to jerk off once during that period.
A big turning point occurred one evening while we were in bed, naked as always. My Mistress spooned against me and I put my arm over her, caressing her stomach. Once again, I wasn’t paying enough attention and my hand drifted to her pussy. I knew I was in trouble when her body tensed. “Who initiates sex?”
“You do, Mistress. I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. It won’t happen again.”
“I know it won’t,” she replied as she turned on the lamp. Reaching into her nightstand drawer she handed me the cock cage. “Put this on.”
“But, Mistress, I have an erection. It won’t fit.”
“I don’t care. Have it on by the time I return, or else.” She left the room; I could tell she was really angry. I managed to get my cock and balls into the ring, but I had to force my cock painfully into the cage which was much too small for my erection. I pushed, ignoring the pain until I was just able to pull the cage over the tab on the ring. I fastened the lock just as my Mistress returned. I cringed when I saw the restraints and the riding crop.
“Give me your wrist and don’t make me ask you twice.” In seconds I was fastened to the bedposts. She threw the rope under the bed and stretched my legs as far apart as they could go. I was helpless—at her mercy—and it didn’t appear that she had any tonight. “These things get you into a lot of trouble. Let’s see if we can alleviate that.”
She rubbed the leather tip over my balls as she always did before disciplining me. “Who initiates sex?”
she asked.
“Y…you do, Mistress.” WHACK! She gave me a good one. “Please, Mistress, I’ll be good. Please!”
“Who initiates sex?” she repeated.
“You do, Mistress. WHACK!
“Who initiates sex?”
“You do, Mistress, please…no more!” WHACK!
It continued until I faltered, unable to respond due to the pain. “Now you’ve made me lose count,” she told me, “I’ll have to start over.” On and on it went until she asked me, “What number will this one be?”
“Twelve, Mistress…twelve.”
“I’m glad to see you’re finally paying attention. Who initiates sex?”
“You do, Mistress.” WHACK! It was over.
“Remove the cock cage. You have my permission to jerk off, but don’t take all night, I have a busy day tomorrow.” She unlocked the cage. I gently slid it from my bruised organ, but I was unable to remove the restraining ring. My balls had swollen so much there was no way they would fit through. I left it and tried to stroke my cock. It became erect easily enough, possibly a result of the trauma I had suffered. After about five minutes my Mistress turned over, “What’s the problem slave?”
“My balls are swollen—I can’t remove the ring. I’m having trouble stroking it.”
Again she turned on the light, and seeing my predicament, rose to fetch an ice bag. After she placed it on my scrotum she took me into her mouth. “This is probably the only way I’ll ever get any sleep.” She used her tongue expertly as she sucked me into her throat. Up and down she went until I warned her. Then she backed off as I blew my load into her mouth. She rose, moving her mouth over mine. “Open,” she commanded. When I did she transferred my cum from her mouth into mine. I swallowed and she kissed me, “goodnight, slave.”
The following morning my balls were still swollen, too swollen to remove the ring. My Mistress took one look and told me to stay in bed. She replaced the ice, made coffee, and brought me a cup. “You’re staying home today and so am I. You need care.” At 8:30 she phoned my office, “This is Samantha Harris, Mr. Warner’s girlfriend. He had an accident last night and I think he needs to stay home today. Tomorrow? I’ll call if he’s not better by then. Thank you.” Then she called her own office and, despite having a heavy schedule, took the day off—an emergency, she said.
She spent the entire day caring for me—holding the ice bag, replacing the ice, comforting me through the agony I was experiencing. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I’m such a burden to you.” She put her finger on my lips, shushing me. She lay next to me, comforting me with her body. I was finally able to slide the ring off that evening. My cock and balls were badly bruised.
“Who initiates sex?” my Mistress asked.
“You do, Mistress. This was a lesson I’ll never forget.” She kissed me gently, tucked me in and we went to sleep.
Next: I finally see the light.

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