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David turned to Stephanie. “For the remainder of this evening you are to obey each Master and Mistress completely and without reservation,” he told her. “I expect you to do everything that is demanded of you to your fullest ability. Only by doing so will you stand a chance of passing this test! Do you understand?)”

Stephanie nodded, maintaining her eyes dutifully lowered.

Now David turned and addressed Master G.

“Would you like to start off Stephanie’s testing this evening?” he asked.

“It would be my pleasure!” Master G replied.

He moved to the chest of drawers and removed a number of items, which he placed in his pockets before returning to stand on the dais.

“Position 2” he commanded and Stephanie dutifully sank to her knees, keeping her hands behind her head as she did so.

Master G looked down sternly at her. “You will demonstrate your oral abilities, sub. Begin!” he commanded, as he parted his robe.

Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief. At least the test was starting with something that she was confident that she excelled at. With determination she leant towards Master G, gently taking his flaccid cock in her hands. Slowly, with the lightness of a feather, she traced a line from the base of his balls up to the tip of his staff and back down again. Over and over she repeated her actions, maintaining that feather light touch and was rewarded as Master G’s cock first stirred and then gradually swelled.

Master G took a deep breath and firmly set his mind to resist her ministrations. David was right, this girl was exceptional when it came to oral!

On the next pass, Stephanie’s hands slipped lower and delicately cupped his balls. She used a nail and dragged it lightly across the surface of each before locating the vein that ran between them and tracing that too with her nail.

Above her, Master G had to suppress a quiver of desire that threatened to betray to the sub how successfully her technique was working. It would not do to let her become complacent at this early stage of the proceedings!

She ran her nail lightly over the length of his shaft, up and down, returning to caress his balls before once again repeating her actions.

Master G lifted his eyes to David’s and they shared an intense look that Stephanie missed, so intent was she on her task. In it they conveyed their agreement that this young woman was indeed something special and with the right guidance would reach the stars.

Master G was brought back to his immediate situation as Stephanie now replaced her finger nail with her tongue, tracing a delicate track up and down his shaft, circling his balls before once again repeating her actions. Again and again her tongue laved his shaft and balls, varying in its pressure, sometimes light as a feather, sometimes strong and demanding.

Master G could feel a faint tremor start in his thighs and groin and knew he was going to have to do something soon or the test would be over far too quickly. Just as those thoughts ran through his mind, he felt Stephanie’s tongue swirl around his glans, licking, flicking, teasing before dipping into its centre where pre-cum was already starting to glisten.

“Cease!” he commanded and Stephanie dutifully but somewhat reluctantly obeyed. She had been so intent on what she was doing that the rest of the room had faded out of existence. Her pussy was hot, wet and throbbing.

Master G beckoned to David and when he ascended the dais murmured something in his ear. David nodded his agreement and moved to where the drawers stood. He removed several items and a leather strap before returning to hand them over to Master G. Stephanie remained in Position 2, eyes dutifully downcast and therefore unable to see that while David had been at the drawers, Master G had withdrawn a cock ring and settled it deeply at the base of his now fully erect staff.

“Position 3!” he barked and Stephanie swiftly complied, placing her head on the floor whilst her hands reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks wide. Over the past several days she had been drilled unmercifully in each of the positions until they were now second nature and she no longer even thought about them, it was just instinct.

Master G reached between her legs, pleased to find her pussy dripping wet. He took the large vibrator that David had given him and slowly, carefully eased it into her passage. Stephanie had to suppress a moan as she felt herself being filled to capacity. Next Master G took a bottle of lubricant and started to liberally work it around and into the sub’s anal passage. When he was sure that she was well lubricated he took a butt plug and slowly eased it into her. (David had briefed him fully on her former inhibitions regarding anal penetration and was determined not to set back her training by carelessness).

Finally he commanded Stephanie to assume Position 1. She rose gracefully to her feet, hands behind her head. Master G took the leather strap and attached it to a concealed hook at the front of Stephanie’s corset, letting it drop down to hang in front of her legs. He then moved behind her and drew the strap between her legs before securing it maltepe escort to another concealed hook at the back of her corset. The result was that the vibrator and butt plug were pushed even further into place and the concealed clitoral vibrator was held right up against Stephanie’s clit.

Reaching into the pocket of his robe, he brought out the final items. A pair of gold, screw operated nipple clamps. He pinched and teased Stephanie’s already tingling nipples until they stood hard and erect. Swiftly he attached each clamp, using the screws to tighten them. When he was finished, each nipple was pinched in the centre into an almost hourglass shape. Stephanie bit back a moan as her nipples began to throb and pulse.

“Position 2,” Master G commanded and Stephanie sank gracefully back to her knees. “Resume!” was his next command.

Stephanie now realised what he had done and knew that with the cock ring in place there was going to be no way she could make him cum. However, she knew that she was there to demonstrate her skill and although she would love to make him cum – she had found over the last several days that making a man cum aroused her to the point of orgasm too – that was not the ultimate goal.

She bent all her concentration on Master G’s now solid cock. Her tongue laved up and down its shaft, licking, flicking, she even dragged her teeth lightly over the skin and was rewarded as a muscle in his inner thigh began to twitch. Now she brought her hands back into play. Cupping his balls, she sucked each one in turn into her mouth as far as it would go, her tongue caressing their surface. She moved one hand back and found the erogenous zone that she had discovered with David, just below his asshole. She located Master G’s and started to gently press and circle her finger around the sensitive spot. Above her, the Master could not hold back a groan! My god, this girl was good!

He had no option but to resort to distraction and turned on the vibrators and butt plug, low level at first, barely noticed by Stephanie, so intent was she on what she was doing. Gradually he increased the strength until it finally intruded on her consciousness. Her pussy’s insistent demands finally broke through her concentration, and she suddenly became aware of the intense pulsations of need starting to run through her body. She took a deep breath to try and regain control before bending dutifully back to her task.

Master G increased the intensity again until he could see tremors running along her body. In desperation, she now concentrated on the head of his shaft, her tongue swirling around it, licking, flicking before she opened her mouth and enveloped it in her hot, moist heat. Master G groaned as she stepped up her ministrations. Now she used one hand to encircle the base of his shaft while her mouth moved his cock in and out, each time going deeper, each time increasing the rhythm. Master G clenched his fists for control then reached out and grabbed her head, pulling her away from him with one hand while the other removed the cock ring.

Returning both hands to her head he gripped hard, tilting it backwards as he thrust his cock deeply into her. Again and again he thrust, each time going deeper and deeper, harder and faster. He hit the back of her throat and paused, slowly pushing his cock deeper until he felt her gag reflex give way and her throat opened fully to accommodate him. This was what he had been waiting for! Releasing all mental restraints, he fucked her hard and fast, each time his cock plunging deeply down into her throat until he could feel her gasping for breath. He eased up slightly, allowing her to catch her breath before plunging once more into her throat, his cock buried to its full length as he shot his hot seed deeply into her. He was, frankly, amazed at the sheer amount of semen he expelled but kept his cock inside her mouth until it was once more flaccid. Stephanie eagerly made sure she caught every scrap of seed, cleaning him thoroughly until he withdrew.

His limbs were trembling and he was breathing heavily. He had enough presence of mind to switch off the vibrators and remove the clamps, causing Stephanie to whimper in pain as feeling flooded back into her nipples but he knew he was going to have to sit down before he fell down. He somehow managed to make it back to his chair without betraying his condition to the others (or so he thought). Meanwhile up on the dais, Stephanie was also shaking with suppressed desire. She wanted so much to cum but as no command had come, she knew she could not do so.

David allowed her a few minutes to regain her composure as a low murmur of conversation began amongst his guests. Master G’s sub Celine could feel the tremors of his body through the hand that rested on her shoulder and was impressed. She knew how strict his self-control could be and if truth be told, she was slightly envious of the sub up there on display who had brought her Master to this state. Almost as if he could hear her thoughts, Master G put a finger under her chin and tilted her face up to his. He laid a light kiss on her lips and quietly murmured in her ear.

“She manavgat escort is not you, my sub. Never fear, there is only room in my heart and in my bed for you!”

His earnest gaze confirmed his words and she settled back beside him, content in his love and in her place by his side.

Meanwhile David stepped onto the dais and looked down at his sub, approval lighting his eyes, although he kept strict control over the rest of his face, maintaining a stern expression as behove his position.

“Position 3” he commanded.

Stephanie immediately complied. David released the leather strap and withdrew the butt plug and vibrator. As he bent over her he spoke in soft tones that only she could hear.

“Well done, little sub. You performed exactly the way I knew you could!”

Stephanie glowed at his soft praise and her confidence rose knowing she had his approval.

“Position 1” David ordered.

Dutifully, Stephanie rose to her feet. David removed the strap from its front clip, tucking it over his arm, the musky scent of her sex infusing the leather and carrying to his nostrils. With a warning glance to brace herself, he then removed the clamps. Stephanie closed her eyes and folded her lips together to prevent herself from crying out in pain as feeling surged back into her nipples.

David stepped off the dais and beckoned for Kristy to approach. When she was next to him he handed her the items he had removed from Stephanie and instructed her to take them to the annex to be cleaned and sterilized. Kristy left the room, her long legs carrying her swiftly but gracefully away.

David turned his attention back to Stephanie and read the minute indications of stress in her face. “You may kneel with your hands on your thighs,” he told her.

Gratefully, Stephanie sank once more to the floor, which was covered in soft carpet and placed her hands on her thighs, making sure that they were still spread wide. David left her there, illuminated by the spotlight as he circulated through the room making conversation with his guests while keeping a subtle eye on her recovery. When he was sure that she was ready, he called upon his next guest.

“Mistress C, would you like to conduct this sub’s next test?” he asked, already knowing the answer as the schedule for this evening had been carefully worked out to push Stephanie to her current limits but to ensure that she was not overwhelmed by what she had to undergo.

“Certainly, Master D,” she replied and with a look commanded her sub, Bobby, to rise and follow her to the dais, where he knelt deferentially at her feet.

David moved to the side of the room and with a quiet hum one of the tracks in the ceiling began to move. Slowly, a large, square frame moved up onto the dais and into the light. At Mistress C’s command, her sub quickly located the bolts set into the floor then guided the frame down before locking it into place. It was set at a diagonal to the seated guests.

Mistress C pressed a button on the side of the frame and sections opened to reveal eye bolts in each corner. She walked over to the drawers and took her time selecting what she wanted before returning to the stage.

“Position 1” she barked and Stephanie was swift to obey. Of all the Masters and Mistresses present, Mistress C was the one whose displeasure she most wanted to avoid. Stephanie knew how high her standards were and how strictly she demanded perfection! Mistress C now took a set of extremely thick cuffs and secured them around the girl’s wrists and ankles.

Mistress C beckoned to her own sub who now stepped back onto the dais. She handed over a set of sturdy looking chains and instructed him to attach them to the ring bolts in the frame. When he was finished, Mistress C took Stephanie firmly by the shoulders and moved her until she was standing in the exact centre of the frame. A glance at her sub had him moving to secure the chains to Stephanie’s ankle cuffs. Stephanie had made sure to spread her legs wide but under his Mistress’ gaze, the Bobby tightened the chains moving her legs wider still until her leg muscles were quivering with the strain.

Mistress C herself attached the chains to Stephanie’s wrist cuffs and then pushed another button in the frame. The chains slowly tightened until Stephanie was held in an X position, stretched and immobilised. If the heels of her boots had not been so high, she would have been on tiptoe. As it was, every guest could see the muscles in her limbs sharply delineated. The final touch was a soft, leather hood. Mistress C drew it over Stephanie’s head and secured it with a high, stiff posture collar which she locked around the sub’s throat. The hood had an open mouth and nostril holes but the eyes were completely covered. A slight bulge to either side of the hood indicated that it was specially padded to minimise any sound the wearer might hear.

Two more spotlights suddenly burst into life, one concentrating light on Stephanie’s front and the other on her back.

Mistress C walked over to the rack of punishment equipment and made her selection before once again going to şişli escort the drawers to withdraw something else. She walked back to the dais and showed the guests what she had chosen. In one hand she held a suede flogger, its long, thick strands dangling from a solid handle. With the flogger was a dark, gleaming bamboo cane. In her other hand she held a wand vibrator.

The guests nodded their appreciation of her choice although David was slightly concerned about the cane. Something in his expression caught Mistress C’s attention and she indicated she would like to speak to him. When he approached, she quietly informed him that the cane would only be used in the very last part of the scene and only for a maximum of 5 strokes. Finally David nodded his agreement and ushered her onto the stage.

Mistress C turned to face the guests.

“This sub will now be tested on her response to the combination of pain and pleasure,” she explained. “The purpose of this test is to expand and explore her limits within this discipline,” she continued.

Turning around, she gestured to her sub to take his place, kneeling in front of Stephanie with his face close to her pussy. She then placed the cane carefully to one side and started to limber up, swinging the flogger to and fro, warming the muscles in her arm. It made a thick, swishing sound as it moved through the air. Held immobile in the frame, Stephanie moved her head slightly from side to side, trying to anticipate what might be coming next.

When the first blow landed she was caught by surprise and flinched slightly, more from startlement than from pain as Mistress C was using a light hand. Her intention was to warm up the sub gradually, using the flogger to make her skin heat and glow before gradually increasing the intensity. She varied her rhythm, the direction of her strokes and where they landed on Stephanie’s body. The girl was kept on edge as with her hearing and sight taken away, there was no way she could anticipate what was coming next.

When Mistress C felt that Stephanie was ready, she started to land blows in earnest, the thongs of the flogger landing across the sub’s skin with a resounding thwack. Now Stephanie began to feel the pain beginning but her pussy was already throbbing from the tantalising effect of the previous warm up strokes. As the girl’s skin began to redden, Mistress C nodded to her sub for him to begin.

He had received his instructions earlier as his Mistress had brought him to a state of high arousal before locking him into the cock and ball cage. He had groaned as he longed to plunge his throbbing member into his Mistress’ pussy and was now denied that relief. He was a highly sexed man, made more so since entering into the submissive role and his pent up desire burned inside him. Mistress C had told him that his job was to make the new sub cum but only when ordered to do so by her. If he obeyed, she would give him the relief he had earned. However, if he made the sub cum too soon or too late then he would remain locked in the cage until the following day.

With her words ringing in his ears, Bobby set to work, determined to earn his deliverance from this exquisite torture imposed on him by his Mistress. Timing his efforts carefully so as not to interfere with what his Mistress was doing, he slipped a hand between the young sub’s legs and was slightly startled to see how wet she already was! Coating his fingers liberally with her juices he began to slide his hand back and forth between her lips, dipping a finger into her pussy at the end of each stroke. Above him Stephanie moaned faintly as her body’s heat began to rise. With his other hand he found her clitoral hood and peeled it back to give him access to her already swollen nub. This time Stephanie groaned as he rubbed and pinched her clit between the fingers of one hand whilst his other continued to stroke and penetrate her pussy.

She drew in her breath with a hiss as Mistress C increased the strength of her strokes yet again. Now Stephanie’s skin was burning and throbbing under the kiss of the flogger and her body started to tremble as it began its slow rise towards climax.

Obedient to the silent command from his Mistress, Bobby now reached down beside him and brought the wand into play. With one hand he played with Stephanie’s clit while with the other he turned the wand on to its lowest setting and started to sweep it back and forth between her pussy lips. Stephanie now started to shake as her body’s reactions threatened to overwhelm her mental control.

By now Mistress C had reached the level of intensity that she felt had pushed Stephanie to her current limit. She nodded to her sub, who switched the wand to its highest setting and ground it into Stephanie’s clit. The young sub wailed at the intense assault from both the flogger and the wand. Watching his Mistress intently, Bobby eased up the pressure of the wand, allowing Stephanie to catch her breath. Mistress C lightened her strokes for a few seconds, allowing the sensations swamping Stephanie to abate slightly, then once again stepped up the intensity and gestured to her own sub to resume his actions with the wand. Again and again Mistress and sub took Stephanie to the edge, only to back away at the last moment. She was in exquisite agony. Her skin was burning from the attentions of the flogger and her whole body was consumed with white hot heat from the combination of intense pain and intense pleasure. Her muscles twitched uncontrollably and her breath was coming in ragged gasps.

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I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I stood there, looking at the cell phone. Naked. Scared. And aroused.

A stranger was going to knock on this motel door any moment now. A stranger, and I was going to let him have my mouth, my pussy, my ass. No condoms. Nothing. I will do whatever he asks. I will do it because that is what Daniel wants. And, it was turning out, that whatever Daniel wants was what I wanted too.

I was giving—no, I had given myself to Daniel and I felt more alive than ever. No more dreary job, boring friends, boring life. I was doing something. Really doing something. I felt the gritty carpet on my bare feet. I felt a bit of a chill. I went to the bathroom to quickly clean myself up.

There was a quiet knock on the door. I walked over, naked. I put my hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and opened it.

The man stared at me for a moment, and then he stepped inside. I closed the door behind him and before I could turn around his hand was on my ass. He gave me a good squeeze.

“That’s nice honey. I like a woman who looks like a real woman.” He gave me another squeeze. “Your boss, he ah, he told you what I want.”

I turned around and looked him in the eye. “Yes sir, he did.”

“Good, your boss told me you were very obedient.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good.”

Once again, it was easier once I got started. He looked me up and down, slowly. I sank down to my knees in front of him. I was looking straight karabük escort ahead at the bulge in his pants.

“Go ahead honey.”

I reached forward and rubbed his cock through his pants. I could feel it hardening. It wasn’t all the way there yet. I undid his belt and opened his pants. I rubbed him through his briefs. He was getting much harder now. I started to pull down his pants, but the man stopped me.

“Just a sec, hon. Let me make this easier.” And he walked over and sat down on the bed. He took of his shoes and socks. Soon he was naked. He was in his forties. He had a bit of a gut and he was a little soft all over. It was a funny contrast to his penis poking up from his lap. He lay back on the bed, but he kept his feet on the ground. “Come here honey, kneel between my legs and lick my balls.”

I walked over, knelt between his legs, and started to lick his soft, fuzzy little balls. It tickled. This was kind of fun.

“Take them in your mouth.”

I did. He liked that.

“Now I want you to rub me with those titties of yours. Rub my cock with them.”

I rised up, put my hands on the bed and slowly ran my tits along his cock. I could see a little trail of precum on my left breast. He reached down and grabbed my tits. He started to squeeze harder.

“These are nice.” He kept squeezing. This was hurting. “Does that hurt hon? I hope it hurts a little. You’re real nice, osmaniye escort but I like ‘em to be a little scared of me.”

With that he let go of my breasts, grabbed the back of my head and jammed me down on his cock. It plunged into my mouth. I choked a little. Then I caught my breath. He kept pumping my head up and down. Then he threw my face off of him and he grabbed my thigh. “Let’s see what you got babe.” He pulled my leg over his face and now I was straddling him with my hands on the bed beside his knees. He plunged his face up into my pussy. I could feel his whiskers scratching my thighs. He licked frantically. A couple of times his chin would bump up into my clit, and that felt good, but mostly I felt a bit silly squatting there. I kept thinking of the previous guy’s come. I hope I washed well enough.

Then he started licking my ass. That felt good and I leaned back into him. He stuck his tongue right in. I liked it. He grabbed my hips and started pumping me in and out. I reached down and grabbed his cock, but he immediately pulled my hand away. He kept pumping me on his face.

Next he put both hands on my ass and slid me down so that I was straddling his cock. He slipped easily inside me. I started pumping up and down. One of his thumbs pushed at my anus, and then popped inside as I rode him. It felt good. I felt hot.

Then he slipped his other thumb inside my ass. That was a tighter marmaris escort fit, but I still liked it. I kept riding him. He began to really pull my ass apart with his thumbs. I grunted and slowed down.

“Keep it up babe. Your ass is mine. Isn’t it?” He pulled a little harder.

I grunted. “Yes sir.” I kept fucking him.

After a bit of this he pushed me forward. I fell right of the edge of the bed. He stood up over me. “Don’t move bitch. Here I come.” My ass was sticking up, my face was pressed on the ground.

He grabbed my hips and pushed his cock against my ass. My anus tightened, resisting him. He couldn’t get inside. He pulled back and slammed into my pussy once, twice, three times. His next stroke hit my anus hard. He blasted in. I screamed. I couldn’t breath. I felt like I was bleeding. There were tears in my eyes. I could feel his pelvis hitting my butt, but my anus was white pain. I didn’t know what was happening. I moaned into the carpet, I was drooling and crying. He didn’t stop.

“Scared bitch?” He seemed on top of the world.

He kept pumping. The pain receded and I could now feel him moving inside me. I felt like I was ripped up and bleeding. But he was now moving freely, the pain didn’t get worse.

He stopped. He pulled out. I kept my head down.

“Okay bitch. Come here and take it. Come here!” He was going to cum any moment.

I raised my head and looked around. I couldn’t believe that there wasn’t any blood on his penis. I leaned forward and licked the head.

He grabbed my head and thrust in all the away. I could feel his cum. I was choking. He kept pumping and pumping.

Then he stopped. He pulled his soft penis out of my mouth and dragged it all over my face.

“Lick it clean for me hon.”

I did.

He got dressed and left.

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“Mmmpphharrrghhh!!” Steph screamed around Dave’s cock as Brenda fucked into her ass. Just minutes earlier, Brenda had been lapping at her shaved pussy, driving her to the heights of orgasmic pleasure. She was on all fours on Dave and Brenda’s bed, her head buried in Dave’s crotch, sucking hard on his cock. Brenda was kneeling behind her and had spread her ass cheeks wide as she lapped hungrily at her pussy. Then suddenly she has stopped licking. Just as suddenly as the licking had stopped, a hard strap-on had invaded Steph’s ass hole.

“Yeah, take it bitch!” Brenda shouted as she pinched hard on Stephanie’s buttocks. Steph felt like her ass was on fire. She could feel the hard rubber strap-on splitting her ass and burying deep inside her rectum. She concentrated on sucking Dave’s hard cock as Brenda worked the artificial cock deeper and faster into her. Dave pulled hard on her nipples causing a surge of lust to her already inflamed pussy.

“Enough sucking slut!” Dave commanded as her pushed her head away. He looked into her face as he moved out from under her and saw her eyes maddened with lust. “Unhh, Unnhh..oh yes, fuck my ass, oh yessss” Steph cried out, her mouth now free of cock. Dave slid out of bed and watched as his wife pounded Steph’s ass. The sight made his cock twitch fiercely and he moved behind his wife.

“Get on the bed.” He said to Brenda as he tapped her ass. Brenda pushed Stephanie forward and wiggled herself on to the bed, keeping the strap-on firmly embedded in Steph’s ass. Brenda now knelt on the bed and lay her upper body over Steph’s back. She circled her hands around and grabbed Steph’s tits. She spread her legs wider and using her hips, started thrusting into Steph’s ass again.

Dave positioned himself behind Brenda and stared at her gaping, dripping pussy. He positioned the crown of his cock against her inviting hole and in one strong thrust, slammed into her.

“Ooohhhh!” Brenda moaned as Dave’s hard, thick and long shaft penetrated her. She was sandwiched between Dave’s cock and her own strap-on lodged in Steph’s ass. She couldn’t move quite so much now and just held on tight to Steph’s breasts as Dave continued ramming his cock into her.

Steph could feel each of Dave’s thrust into Brenda through the strap-on. She began to thrust back at Brenda, timing her backward motions with Dave’s lunging thrusts. The base of the strap-on began to stimulate Brenda’s clit and she moaned loudly.

“Mmmphhhh….oh yessss”

Steph could feel a big orgasm building inside her and she gripped the sheets as she bucked harder against the strap-on. “Fuck me, harder, harder…oh shit….ohhhh fuck, fuck!” Steph moaned. “Yes, Yes, harder lover, fill my pussy. Harder. Harder!” Brenda joined in. Brenda was pulling up and down on Steph’s nipples as if trying to milk them. The two girls were screaming out obscenities as the heavy slap, slap, slap sound of dicks ramming into their pussy and asshole sounded in the room.

“Oh more! Gonna cum..don’t stop. Harder. Harder. Fuck me. Fuck me you bastard” Brenda screamed “Unnh…yess…Oh yess…fuck my ass…ohhhh” “That’s it, that’s it ….don’t stop ….oh yeeesss ….oh yeah….oh .. ahhh. .ahhh …yeeearrghhh”! “Take it! Take it all. Feel my cum!” Dave yelled out as his cock swelled and then spat into Brenda’s steaming pussy. “Arrrgghhh…mmmppphhh!” Stephanie screamed as she buried her head into the sheets. Her pussy started to convulse as her asshole clenched and unclenched on the rubber cock deep in her pussy.

Dave withdrew from Brenda’s pussy with a thin smile. Steph’s ass was still moving slowly back and forth on the strap-on, as if trying to milk it. Dave pushed her off the strap-on and Steph gave a loud moan as the rubber dick released itself from her ass with a loud popping sound.

“Turn around and lie on you back!” Dave commanded as he pulled Stephanie’s hair. She turned and rolled over to lie on her back, her face now under Brenda’s ass.

“Let her clean you out baby.” Dave laughed. Brenda lowered her hips and positioned her pussy over Steph’s mouth. She started to squeeze her pussy muscles and globs of Dave’s cum fell out of her into Steph’s waiting mouth. Dave undid the strap-on as Brenda planted her pussy firmly over Stephs mouth. Steph stuck out her tongue and licked Brenda, going in as deep as she could to swirl all of Dave’s cum out.

“Ohhh umm.. that feels so good.” Brenda moaned as Steph’s tongue teased her clitoris and moved in and out of her used pussy.

Dave admired the strap-on. It was so very thick and long. Even longer than his huge cock. He moved over to Stephanie’s legs and roughly pulled them apart. As Steph continued licking his wife, he pushed the rubber cock into Steph’s wet pussy and started to fuck her with it.

“Murghhmmp!” Steph moaned into Brenda’s pussy as she felt the huge cock separate her pussy lips. She started licking harder as the cock fucked tuzla escort in and out of her. Dave was not gentle and with his hand, moved the rubber cock furiously in and out of her. His hand moved like a blur as he worked the cock in her soaking pussy. Brenda began to moan and move her hips hard against Stephs mouth.

“Gonna cum…yeah…yeah….yesssss!!” Brenda screamed as her body went rigid and her thighs clasped against Steph’s face. Steph felt a warm trickle of pussy juice seep into her mouth and she continued licking as her own orgasm swept over her. Her back arched and her thighs quivered as Dave continued pounding the rubber cock into her. Her hand flew to her pussy to try and stop Dave’s hands and it was only when he saw her cum that he stopped.

“Mmmm. I love seeing my wife and slut cum so hard!” Dave laughed as Brenda rolled off Steph and lay looking at her. Steph’s thighs were still twitching as she reached to stroke Brenda’s face.

Brenda looked over at the clock. It showed 6pm. She sighed as she propped herself on her elbow and looked at Dave. “Better get ready love. We’re taking the slut out for dinner.” She said as she smiled softly.

“Let me have a quick shower, then you can take your time getting ready” Dave said as he pranced into the bathroom. He had a quick shower and then changed into a grey linen shirt and dark blue pants. He ran his hands over his face and although there was some stubble, it wasn’t too noticeable. He splashed on some cologne and then smiled at the two women, still lying sexily on the bed. “All yours!” He said as he motioned to the bathroom. He walked out of the room and settled down to watch some football on the tv.

Brenda showered quickly and then cocked her head at Steph to indicate she could now shower. Brenda dressed herself in a pair of white panties and flared black skirt. She didn’t wear a bra but used a black, lycra tube top over her breasts. A thin black organza shirt was thrown over to complete the look. She see through material of her shirt gave her a sophisticated and sexy look. Her magnificent breasts jutted out proudly and the tube top was low enough to show ample cleavage. If you looked hard enough, you could just make out the shape of her nipples pressing against the lycra tube top.

Steph came out of the bathroom just as Brenda had finished dressing. As usual, Brenda’s breasts made her tiny breasts seem so insignificant. Now after having had sex with Brenda so many times, the sight of her ample breasts caused a lump of desire to settle in her throat. Steph pulled out her clothes from her bag and put on a pair of lacy brown panties with a matching bra. She then put on a short one piece grey dress with a zip down the side. The dress was fairly tight and hugged her figure, showing off her shapely hips but at the same time, emphasising the smallness of her breasts. She wished her bra was padded to fill out her bosom but at the same time, the lacy material made her feel very sexy.

Brenda picked up a rather large handbag and then motioned Steph to the door. “Lets go. Its getting late” she said. The two women walked out to where Dave was relaxing watching TV. The sound of their footsteps caused him to turn. “Woo Hoo” he whistled in appreciation. “You ladies look great” Dave patted Brenda’s bum appreciatively as they got into the car. They drove out of town and a while later, pulled into the car park of what looked like an expensive restaurant.

As they walked in, the doorman greeted Dave and Brenda with a warm welcome. It appeared to Steph that Brenda and Dave were well known at this establishment. The doorman ushered them through two large wooden doors and Steph could see a large dining hall with huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. As they entered the large hall, the doorman pressed a button on the wall and a side door slid opened. Steph had walked ahead into the main dining hall when Dave reached for her, pulling her back.

“This way slut” He said, loud enough for the doorman to hear. Steph blushed in embarrassment as the doorman hardly disguised his smile. She noticed a gold plated sign on the wall which said “PRIVATE. MEMBERS ONLY.” The four of them descended a dimly lit staircase that opened up into another hall. The walls were covered with thick purple velvet and the room was lit with downlights in the ceiling. There were tables set in small, low cubicles throughout the room. In the front was a large stage and on both sides of the room were long tables that housed a bar behind them.

They were led to a table and Dave sat on one side while Brenda and Steph sat facing him. Steph looked around and noticed that the room wasn’t very crowded. There were perhaps another four or five couples seated at various spots around the room.

“Its still early,” Brenda said, as if reading Steph’s mind. “The place fills up after 10.” “Oh. Are we staying that long?” Steph asked, somewhat intrigued by the whole place. “We’ll see slut!” Dave replied. “We will see.” Dave raised his hand pendik escort and a waiter appeared, as if by magic. “We’ll start with drinks. My lovely wife will have a glass of red while I’ll have a beer.” Dave said. He looked at Stephanie briefly and then smiled. “and get her a Vokda Cream. Make it a double!”

The waiter smiled broadly at this and clicked his heals. “Right away sir. Thank you.”

A gorgeous waitress came over carrying a tray. Stephanie’s mouth opened wide at how short the girls skirt was. It barely covered her ass and as she walked, you could catch a glimpse of her bright red panties. She looked around and noticed that all the waitresses had skimpy skirts on! The waitress curtsied before placing the red wine and beer on the table. She then placed a small bottle of Stolichnaya vodka on the table. “The cream will be here shortly.” The waitress smirked as she gave Brenda and Steph a wink.

A large screen on the stage suddenly flickered to life and Steph watched dumbfounded as she saw another waitress kneeling before two other waiters. One of the waiters was the one that had taken their order. The waitress unzipped the waiters’ trousers and pulled out their cocks. She stroked both the cocks as she opened the buttons on her blouse, exposing her full ripe breasts. She started pulling on both cocks as she looked up at the men. It was certainly a most erotic sight. She then focused on one of the waiters, licking at his balls and then all along the shaft before swallowing his knob. She jerked on the other cock as she sucked on the first one. She then changed her attention to the other cock, licking and sucking on the balls. A low moan emanated from the screen as the sounds of slurping and jerking filled the room.

The waitress continued sucking, slurping and jerking on the cocks. It wasn’t long before one of the cocks started to erupt and just as it did, she grabbed a deep, wide brimmed martini glass and placed the cock head over it. Blast after blast of hot cum spilled into the glass and the waitress milked the cock dry as she licked the owners balls. The second cock started to spurt with her jerking hand and she quickly collected the spunk in the glass too. The picture on the screen suddenly switched to show the room and the camera seemed to be sweeping the room, looking for something. Steph watched in awe as the camera focused on a waitress holding the martini glass. As the waitress came closer, Steph realised that the lady in the background was her!

“Your cream has arrived Maam.” The waitress curtsied again as she placed the cum filled martini glass on the table. She then reached over and opened the small bottle of vodka and poured it into the glass. She stirred it with a glass stirrer and then placed the glass back on the table. “Vodka and cream Maam. A double as ordered.” The waitress said with more than a hint of a smirk.

“Drink it.” Brenda said as she dug her fingers into Stephs thigh. Steph reached for the drink, her stomach was in a knot as she contemplated this cum cocktail that she was being made to drink. What was even more humiliating was that she was being displayed on the screen. Everyone would see her drink this cum cocktail. Even with this humiliation, a wetness was growing between her legs. She was getting turned on by this sordid act of having to drink the cum of two strangers!

“Cheers!” “Bottoms up!” The calls reverberated round the room as everyone watched her. She raised the glass and keeping her eyes down, she swallowed it all in one gulp. The cum cocktail tasted salty and bitter. The vodka hit her belly and she felt an explosion of heat and then a rush to her head. Her mouth felt sticky and coated with the thick cum. The crowd let out a loud cheer as she gulped the cum cocktail down and Stephanie felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Oohh! That was soooo kinky.” Brenda said. Steph looked up at her bashfully and could see Brenda’s nipples erect and poking out of her lycra blouse.

“C-can I get some water?” Steph asked softly.

“When dinner is served. Wait!” Dave said harshly. He ordered a pasta dish for Brenda and himself and just a salad for Stephanie. She was starving but she was grateful to at least get some food. She was even happier to get some water and gulped it down greedily, rinsing her mouth before she swallowed. They ate dinner slowly and during the meal, Dave scribbled something on a piece of paper and passed it to the waiter. Steph wondered why the waiter smiled slyly and realised that it was probably another plan to humiliate her. By this time, the room had begun to fill up and was almost crowded.

Their plates were cleared and Steph gulped down another few glasses of water. Her bladder was getting full and she made an effort to excuse herself.

“Just where do you think you are going slut?” Brenda chastised her. “Err I-I need to pee.” Steph pleaded. “Sit down and be quiet!” Dave ordered her.

Steph sat back meekly and tried to ignore the pressure building in her maltepe escort bladder. She squeezed her thighs together and noticed that her panties were dripping wet. The dominance and humiliation was turning her on! She had no idea why but the dampness between her legs was proof that she was getting off on it.

The lights in the room suddenly went dim and the stage lit up. A man in a suit walked on to the stage as something that looked like gym apparatus was carried on. Steph looked closer and saw that it was a long metal board with rubber on it. Two metal poles were fixed to the sides of the board. There were three horizontal bars attached to the metal poles and at each end of the bars hung what looked like handcuffs.

“The offering bag is being passed round. Those that are interested, please do the needful” The Master of Ceremonies said. Dave and Brenda chuckled as Steph looked around to see what the ‘offering bag’ was. She noticed a waited walking round with a large velvet bag, with a large opening on top. The waiter soon reached their table and looked hard at Brenda and Steph.

“Take your panties of slut” Brenda commanded. “Huh? What?” Steph replied, astonished at this request. “You heard me. Take them off and give them to the waiter.”

Stephanie blushed again and reached under her skirt. She peeled the lacy brown panties off her and handed them to the waiter. He proceeded to clip a number on to the panties and then dropped them into the bag. Steph groaned as she noticed that there was a dark, wet stain on the crotch. The waiter went round the rest of the tables and then carried the bag up to the stage and handed them to the Master of Ceremonies.

The MC emptied the bag on to a small table and 5 pairs of panties tumbled out. He picked up each one and studied them, then raised them to his nose and sniffed deeply. After examining and sniffing each panty, he smiled and announced. “Looks like we have a winner!” He said. “They are wet and smell delightfully of wanton pussy. Table number 20!!”

Dave and Brenda clapped loudly. “Get you ass on stage now slut.” She hissed. “Looks like you won!”

Steph’s mind was a blur as she slowly made her way up to the stage. She was petrified at what was going to happen and she felt so humiliated that some stranger had smelt and inspected her panties in front of a large audience. She was also somewhat aghast that her panties had been the wettest. Nonetheless, her pussy juices were dripping down her thighs and she trembled with excitement.

By the time she reached the stage, 3 other men were on the stage as well. One of the men was a large black man, more than 6 feet tall with huge rippling muscles. They met her and carried her to the metal contraption. One man unzipped her dress and pulled it off her. Then another unfastened her bra and threw it into the audience. They placed her face down on the rubber board and adjusted her so that her hips were on the edge of board and her feet touched the floor. Her legs were spread wide and her ankles clasped into restraints. Her hands were spread and restrained by the handcuffs hanging on the lowest rung. In this position, she was half standing, half lying with her upper body raised at a 30 degree angle.

She felt someone run his hands along her thighs and up to her juicing slit. “My, my, she’s wet!” She heard someone say. Her heart was beating loudly as she heard the rustling of clothes. She turned her head to look at the audience but the bright lights on the stage meant she couldn’t see anything past the stage. She felt a light pressure on her pussy lips and then the invasion of a hard piece of cock meat.

“Aaarrgggh!” She cried out. “Its too big! Noooo! Oh please. Be gent…” A thick cock shoved between her lips silenced her cries. The Black man behind her was halfway into her steaming pussy and his thick cock had stretched her pussy to the limit. She had never felt anything so hard and thick in her life and it was hurting her. The Black man gave a final shove and impaled her fully with his thick, long cock. Steph saw stars as the huge cock meat filled her and nudged at her cervix. She had thought that Dave’s cock was huge but this was a completely different experience.

“Awwrrrrr!” She gurgled around the cock in her mouth. The cock in her pussy began to move slowly inside her and she sucked hard on the cock in her mouth. Her stretched and filled pussy was beginning to accommodate the huge length and girth and she started to feel the familiar stirrings in her loins.

“Mmmpph, mmpph, Mmpph!” She groaned as she sucked the cock. The black man placed his hands on her hips and started pounding into her. Her tits jiggled with every thrust and the cock in her mouth prodded her throat. Steph wished she had the use of her hands to help stabilise her. Her body was heaving furiously against the cock in her pussy and she was going to cum. Steph twisted her head, causing the cock in her mouth to pop out.

“Pinch my tits! Squeeze my nipples!” She blurted out before she turned her head back to swallow the cock. The man in front of her reached down to tease and pinch her nipples. Her body tensed and bucked and she quivered as an orgasm shook through her. She felt the man in front tense and squeeze harder on her nipples as a blast of hot cum shot into her mouth. Blast after blast filled her mouth and she swallowed rapidly, trying not to gag.

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Dedicated with love and loyalty to my Master, Sir Maxim Brynn.

*****

The afternoon sun creeping across the quilt, from the bottom of the bed up to her sleepy face, caused her to stir. Her hand batted at the bedside table until she felt the cell phone in her grasp. Opening just one eye, she peered at the time. Two pm…she jumped out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom with thoughts of her Master’s arrival swirling in her mind. Standing under the hot stream of water as she worked the vanilla scented shampoo through her long thick tresses, she imagined him there with her. Closing her eyes to picture him more clearly, she saw him standing naked before her with the soap in hand. The trembling girl could almost feel his strong hands, well lathered, gliding over her ample breasts. She moaned softly as her Master in her mind turned his slippery thumb in circles round her hardening nipples. Opening her eyes to look down at her peaks, she was not surprised to find them hard, perky and pointing outward. The affect he had on her was intense at all times. Even the thought of him aroused her fully and made her yearn to drop to her knees.

“Soon” she thought “very soon, my beloved Master will be here.” Toweling off, she avoided more than a pat between her legs with the terry cloth, not wanting to make herself more excited before he arrived. He wished her orgasms to be for him. Sometimes, he let her have the freedom to cum without him. She’d found though that she never enjoyed it nearly as well without him. Besides, her Master was a good man, the best she’d ever known. He deserved to have her all. Every little moan and whimper should be for the man who commanded and inspired her lust. As she pinned the little braids to the back of her hair, she heard the car pull into the driveway. A little whimper escaped her lips. Every inch of her body suddenly became weak and hot. Between her legs the delicious familiar ache intensified, accompanied by a rush of heat. The ringing phone on the bathroom counter startled her. She looked from the phone, to her sexy little strappy outfit, back to the phone. “It must be him” she thought, reaching quickly for the phone. Seeing his face on the screen, she grinned, rocking on her heels like an excited girl getting a call from her crush.

“Hello, Master!” The joy in her voice could not be contained.

“Bitch, are you dressed?” He growled into the phone.

“N-no, Master. I’ve washed, but I hadn’t dressed yet.”

“My sweet sexy bitch is completely naked in there?” His thick southern drawl and obvious pleasure at finding that she hadn’t covered herself yet brought her quickly back to her smiling excited state. “Bitch, MY bitch…come to the window. Bring your toys.”

Snatching the little box from the stand beside her bed, she rushed obediently to the window while popping her ear buds into the phone to keep both hands free to do his bidding. For a brief second the word “neighbors” popped into her mind. She quickly shoved it aside. What Master wishes, Master gets. If that seriously old man across the street is peeking, so be it. Pushing the curtains aside, she looked down toward his car below. She could just barely see the outline of her gorgeous Master at this distance but his voice was clear in her ears.

“There’s my beautiful bitch. Clothespins, precious girl..one on each nipple.”

“Yes, Master” his girl eagerly reached into her box of toys, grabbing batman escort two blue pins. Without hesitation, she clamped them fully round each nipple, gasping loudly. “Like that, Master?” She gasped, her nipples tingling and burning hot.

“Good girl.” The pleasure in his voice immediately made her clit throb. “Now, another on each side of each nipple, on the areola. Use the white ones.” Her hand thrust quickly back into the box, gathering four white clothespins. Not for one second did she concern herself with why he wanted white. He did. That was enough to know. Clasping each pin hard onto a good bit of the pink bumpy flesh, she looked down to the car again, smiling as sweetly as ever at him.

“What a good bitch, you are.” His voice was low, deep and lusty. She thought her knees would betray her. Somehow, trembling as she was, she managed to stay standing. “Whore, stand on your little stool. I want to see your cunt.” This time, she did briefly think about the old man across the road, but only for a split second. Using her foot to drag the little stool over so her Master would still see her at all times, she stepped up onto it, flashing the world a view of her smooth freshly shaved mound. She’d left the little strip over her slit as her Master preferred. “Mmmmmm, my sexy bitch. Who’s whore are you?”

“Master,” she positively cooed, “I am your dirty little whore, only yours.” She smiled, seeing the vague outline of his body shift behind the car window as he seemed to sit up proudly. “Yours Master, your bitch, your whore, your hungry cum slut.” The last she followed with a lick of her lips. He could see her perfectly. She knew this well. A set of binoculars had been given to him as a gift by his sub for just such occasions. Standing in the window with his hungry eyes upon her, she felt beautiful and bold. Knowing he would appreciate it, she cupped her tits in her hands, lifting them up.

“Sweet bitch. Are you always thinking of how to make your Master happy?”

“Yes, Master, always.” She smiled again.

“And…why do you do this?” He asked.

“You are my sun and my stars, Master. You are the center of my universe. Your pleasure, is my pleasure. All that I am, truly, belongs to you.” She heard him groan, a deliciously pleased and aroused groan that set her body tingling with desire. “How may I please you now, beloved Master?”

“Rub your clit for me, whore. Nice and slow.”

“Yes Master, as you wish, Master.” Slipping her hand slowly down over her abdomen, then cupping her mound, she pressed one finger between her folds, rubbing in soft circles round and round her aching little button. She whimpered repeatedly, with ragged breathing into the phone.

“Harder, slut, you work that cunt HARDER. I want your little toy inside you too and turn it on…NOW BITCH.”

His raised strong voice made her eager to follow his commands quickly. “YES MASTER!” She screamed, moaning with intense pleasure as she thrust the three inch rubbery purple vibrator into her slick folds, clicking the end with one finger to turn it on. She rubbed her throbbing clit furiously with the moistened fingertips of her other hand. Below her, from inside the car, her Master rubbed his hard cock slowly through his pants, watching her face distort as her arousal grew and grew.

“STOP!” He barked the command into her mind through the ear buds. Immediately yalova escort ceasing, she gave a mournful little whimper but offered no protest. “Good girl, that’s my sweet bitch.” He praised. “Now, go stand by the bed. Remove the clothes pins. I want you to bend over, hands on the mattress, legs apart, ass aimed at the door. You will NOT touch. You will NOT MOVE, not a fucking inch. Do you understand me whore?”

Already halfway to the bed to do as instructed, she spoke softly ‘Yes, Master. I understand you.’Positioning herself, she heard the line go silent. The minutes ticked away. Five, ten, fifteen. She did not move. With the silence, her mind began to wander. She imagined his delicious cock in front of her face, hard and proud. Her eyes closed and her tongue passed over her lips. A wall of cool air hit her between the legs as the door opened and closed, almost inaudibly. Oh how she wanted to turn her head to look at him, but she stayed completely still except for the trembling of her legs. Again, she waited for what seemed an eternity. The long low moan had almost entirely escaped her lips before her brain registered the tongue pushing between her drenched folds. She fought to keep her body positioned exactly as he’d commanded. The desire to push back against his face was overwhelming. With every thrust of his tongue into her aching cunt, his soft silky hair brushed her ass cheeks. Her whimpers became more and more needful, to the point of crazed. At the moment her pleasure built to a devastatingly high peak, the tongue was gone. She waited, dripping, throbbing, aching with desire…and waited…and waited. The door behind her opened and closed with a click. She was so very tempted to stretch her legs, but held herself still.

It happened all at once. The sharp crack of his hand across her ass echoed through the room and burned her flesh. In the same moment, his cock drove deep into her silky wet folds. She bit into her lip, tossing her head back and squeezing her self tight around him. His fingers in her hair, pulling her roughly back toward him, had been anticipated. God, she wanted to look at him. Again, his hand cracked across her ass on the other side. Each slap seemed to match the thrusts of his cock…faster…harder…mmmmmmmmm harder. She whimpered hard at the delicious feeling of his full balls slapping against her as he pounded away.

“Master” she cried out frantically “Master please, please may I cum?”

His reply was to pull his cock free, grabbing her by the hips to toss her over onto her back. He lifted her feet onto his shoulders. Tilting her head down, she found herself licking her lips at the vision of his proud hard cock, glistening with her juices, before it disappeared back into her, filling her sweetly as he rocked gently in and out. With one hand he reached down to cup her breast, kneading the flesh roughly. His fingers pinched her nipple, twisting it roughly to the right and pulling it outward at the same time. She gasped, the tender pink flesh still burning from the clothespins earlier. Moving his hand to her other tit, with an even harder grip and twist, he slipped the fingers of his free hand between her lower lips to pinch her clit gently between his fingers. Pushing his shaft all the way inside her, continuing to assault her tits, he growled at her “Whose bitch are you?”

“Your bitch, Master. I am yours.” She managed to whimper the words ordu escort out.

The tortured look in her big blue eyes only fueled his desire to keep her on edge. “Tell me all of it, whore. Every word.” He demanded sternly, as his fingers began to rub her clit fast in circles that rose her arousal level to critical heights.

She squeezed her hot velvety folds tight around his cock, gasping loudly when he hit her in just the right spot with his swollen head. “M-Master…I am your devoted bitch. I am your dirty filthy whore.” He slapped both her tits hard when she paused, eliciting a gasp from her lips. “.your whore, my lord Master..and…and mmmmmmmmmm your hungry little cum slut.” She licked her lips deliberately, gazing into her eyes with the faintest smile on her pink glossed lips. Another wave of molten heat flowed through her, washing over her Master’s cock as she said the words to him. Wriggling beneath him she begged once more “Please…please MASTER PLEASE…let your whore cum, oh please, I want to cum on your cock Master, Master, Master…” He adored hearing her near delirious pleas for release.

Grabbing her hard nipples, one in each hand, he yanked and twisted them cruelly, pulling them up so hard he nearly lifted her torso off the mattress. “Bitch…”

“Yes, Master?” she sounded so hopeful.

“You’re so pretty baby.” His voice was full of love with a good dose of amusement. “Bitch?”

“Yes…Master?” Bless her, there was still hope in her eager reply.

“I love you my precious girl. Bitch?”

Releasing and squeezing herself around him, over and over, she gave him her sweetest smile. “Yes, my lord Master?”

Cupping her ass cheeks with his hands, he lifted her up tight against him. “Bitch, CUM!”

The sweet ache between her thighs exploded instantly. Her cum gushed around him spilling out onto her inner thighs as her orgasm rippled down the length of his throbbing shaft. She writhed, bucked and whimpered “Master…Master…mmmmmmmmmm Master.” He wanted to cum in that volatile little cunt of hers but he’d already decided to give her her favorite reward for her good behavior. As she settled back onto the bed, still gasping for a hold on reality and catching her breath, he withdrew. “You know what I want, slut.”

“Master, yes Sir, Master” she turned her body round, lying on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed. Looking up, she watched eagerly as his cock, still glazed with her nectar, descended to her lips. He held the back of her head in his hands, and drove his cock into her throat. He held himself there until she finally gagged, then fucked her face nearly as hard as he’d fucked her cunt. Her tongue danced around and along his shaft desperately as it slid in and out, in and out. Her hands raised to her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples for him. Deep hungry moans raised up in her throat, vibrating his cock. She felt him throbbing against her tongue.

“Does my slut want to drink her Master’s seed?” he growled again.

With her mouth full of his length, she could only manage “mmmhmm! Mmmmmm”

He pushed forward, burying the seeping head in her throat. With a primal roar that filled the room, he exploded. Her lips closed tight around him to hold every precious drop safely in her mouth. She cooed again, humming and whimpering, drinking him up with her eyes closed and a blissful expression on her face. His fingers caressed her cheeks as he slid himself free of her lips once more. She’d done a wonderful job of sucking him clean. “Aren’t you a good bitch?” He asked as he lay down beside her, pulling her onto his chest. She smiled, laying her head on his shoulder. “I love you, my precious bitch.”

“I love you, Master.”

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(Author’s Note:

To all who have sent me praise and encouragement, I thank you! Your notes–and my husband’s gentle prodding—keep me posting these.

For those who did not read the first chapter of this series, these stories are a result of a game my husband and I play when he travels. I write a chapter before he leaves and send it along with him. He holds off reading what I have written until he is ready to “discuss” it. His review of my story, along with both of us talking about where it will go next, leads to some pretty interesting phone sex when we can’t be together. Another trip out of town, another story based on what we fantasized about on his last trip.

The chapters are a collaboration—some of the situations are his fantasy which I try to write for his maximum pleasure, some are my fantasies which I write for mine. I will leave it to the reader to decide as to whose fantasies are whose.

For those who wish to leave constructive negative criticism regarding my writing style, I welcome it. I would ask that perhaps you point me towards writing you feel is of good quality so I might learn from your examples. If you wish to leave negative comments regarding the story content, feel free, but they will most likely be ignored, as the subject matter is a matter of taste, and what suits my tastes obviously does not suit yours—we won’t be changing each other’s minds!)

Chapter 7

We drive a short distance towards the edge of town, where Tim pulls into the parking lot of an upscale office building. He opens my door and offers his hand to assist me down from the truck.

Once I’m on solid ground, he puts his arm around my shoulder and we stroll to the entrance. Inside the building, he steers us to a bank of elevators and we enter an open car. He pushes the button for the 6th floor, and off we go. I’m even more mystified as to my reward. What good can be waiting me in an office building? The car stops, the doors open, and we walk a short ways down the hall to a suite of offices. The sign on the door reads “Body Connection, LLC, Andrea Reynolds, CMT”. CMT? The abbreviation sounds familiar, but I can’t come up with the meaning. What exactly does Andrea Reynolds, CMT at Body Connection do?

We enter, and I quickly make the connection. Andrea Reynolds, Certified Massage Therapist. Am I here for a massage? I have had several in my life, and while I enjoy them, I become very apprehensive about this one. My body is has not yet had a chance to release from the day’s events, and I’m sexually vibrating. I fear the touch—professional, yet still a touch– of another will only be torture until Tim can give me a much-needed orgasm.

Tim gives the receptionist my name, and we are shown to a room. It is decorated nicely in a very calming manner with very soft pastel tones, and the lights dimmed to create a relaxed atmosphere. The smell of jasmine is in the air, and the sounds of a country field—crickets and songbirds—is playing softly in the background. At the center of the room is a massage table, itself not remarkable, but the faux-fur padding on the top is. I love the feel of the sheepskin rug we have at home on my naked body, and this looks every bit as sensuous. Yet I have never seen one used on a massage table before.

Tim puts his hand on my shoulder and I tense. “You are supposed to be relaxed here,” he says, “why so nervous? I know you’ve had massages before.”

“I have,” I reply, “but I’m somewhat keyed up from this morning—”

“You mean you need to cum, right?” he says with a slight smile.

“I’m afraid this will only put me more on edge…”

“Don’t worry,” he says. “This will only enhance the pleasure later for you. After this, your orgasm will be absolutely explosive, I promise.”

Just then the door opens and in walks a woman I can only assume is Andrea. She is in her mid-30s, about 6 feet tall, with a pretty smile. Her blond hair is tied in a ponytail, and she is dressed in a flower-print shift. The garment shows the slimness of her frame, and does not hide her well-defined arms. I also notice it cannot hide her breasts, C cup and unencumbered by a bra, if my guess is right. I see she has a wedding ring on her finger.

“Tim!” Andrea says. “So nice to see you again.”

“Hi Andrea,” he replies. “Great to see you, too.” They hug, and then Tim introduces me. “I’d like you to meet Karen. She’s your client today. A massage by your gifted hands is her reward for a job well done so far.” I blush and look at the floor at the reference to my reward. I’m unsure how much he is going to reveal about the jobs I’ve been doing.

She reaches to shake my hand, and I respond. Her hand is warm and very strong, as a masseuse’s would be. She towers over my 5′ 4″ frame, indeed, she even has Tim beat by a couple of inches.

“Excellent,” she says. Do you have any special requests for your reward?”

“I’m sorry,” I reply, “I’m not sure what kind of requests there are.”

“Any types of massage you like? Any areas you want worked on?”

I look down at the floor again and shake my head no, too nervous to şişli escort answer.

She smiles again and says, “not to worry. I’ll give you the special. I think you’ll like it.”

Andrea turns to Tim and asks with a smirk, “are you staying to watch, you dirty old man?”

“Actually, I have an errand or two to run. I’ll leave her in your capable hands and come pick her up in a while.”

I panic for a moment, then regain my composure. It’s just a normal massage, no big deal, I’ve done this before. I never had anyone in the room on those occasions either. This will be fine. A little stressful trying not to orgasm from a professional’s touch, but fine. The fact that Tim won’t be here probably means this is all above board.

“Well then, I’ll get everything ready. Karen, if you’ll get undressed, please…” she says.

I wait for her to leave the room so I may undress and get under the towel, but I notice that she is not leaving and there is no towel. I begin to ask for a covering when Tim leans over to give me a kiss on the cheek and says in a low voice, ” you are to do everything she asks, do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” I reply, and slip off my sandals. He leaves the room, and I look at Andrea, waiting for her to allow me my modesty. She looks back, a bemused smile on her face.

“C’mon now, I can’t make you feel good if you have that dress on. You wouldn’t want me to tell Tim you disobeyed me, would you?”

A smile spreads on her lips as I realize she is in on the game. Somehow, she knows what I am to Tim! I take a deep breath and pull the dress over my head, exposing myself to this Amazon.

“You can put your dress on that chair over there, then get on the table, face down.”

I can feel her eyes on me as I do as I’m told, going to the chair then climbing on the table and putting my face in the padded donut at the end. My skin revels in the feel of the sheepskin against by body, but I am too distracted to take much mental pleasure in the physical aspect.

“You’re very pretty,” she says. “So petite.”

While I lie there awaiting her touch, my mind continues to search for answers. Maybe Tim is having her test me. He would never think me a Lesbian, would he? Maybe he just wants to see what I will do. However, I have no answer yet for what my action might be.

I hear her moving behind me, the sounds of hands being wetly rubbed together with oil. I feel the drip of a warm liquid from the base of my spine up to my neck, and then her hands are on me, gently rubbing the oil into my shoulders. Her touch is gentle, yet firm, giving my skin a chance to adjust to the panopoly of feelings bombarding me. Slowly her rubbing motion becomes more firm, more of a kneading, as she works into the muscles of my shoulders and lower neck.

I have never had a woman touch me in a sexual way, and while I cannot imagine her current efforts as anything but professional, her hands along with my current state of excitement have me imagining what-if scenarios.

Andrea continues to push deeply into my shoulder muscles, but soon she is moving lower, her hands lightly running down my spine, and then more firmly up the sides of my back. She works the oil she had dripped on me earlier into my skin, her hands always gliding lightly down my spine and then pushing back up each side.

She ends her upstroke a little lower down my back each time, eventually concentrating on the base of my spine. My hips and lower back receive a firm workout, her hands working deeply into the flesh here. The dip in my sides above my hipbones is a sensitive area for me, and I feel myself getting a little moister each time she works this area.

Just when I am finding it hard to keep my hips from lifting to meet her touch, she stops and I can hear her move away. A moment later and I again feel the drip of oil on each of my asscheeks and then down my legs. She paints a giant U on me from one ankle, up to the cleft of my ass, and then down the other leg. I hear her put the bottle down, and then without warning her finger pushes past my thighs and down to my taint, then moves up through my cleft, over my asshole, and on up to the base of my spine. I jump at the unexpected touch and she apologizes, saying “sorry, some of the oil dripped down your ass. Just wanted to make sure I got it all.”

I squeak out a muffled “it’s ok,” through the hole in the facerest and find myself almost wishing she would make another pass at the oil.

Instead she begins working on my asscheeks, first with feathery touches, then massaging and kneading harder. Soon she is pushing and pulling my ass with such force that I’m certain my asshole is winking at her with each stroke, and my wet jewel below is frequently on display.

Eventually she moves down my right leg, reaching down my inner thigh to bring back the oil that has dripped there. The side of her hand brushes my pussy once, twice, a third time, and I’m increasingly certain these touches are no accident. Is it possible Tim left instructions to excite me further before tuzla escort he returns to take me away and give me a good fucking? Regardless, she must have felt the moisture on my engorged lips and knows of my arousal. Will she take it the wrong way and perhaps be offended?

Andrea continues to massage my thigh and calf using the same strokes she has used on the rest of my body. She works down my leg, touching lightly the firmly, moving away from my pussy. She soon reaches my feet and works her thumb and fingers into each on in turn. She’s hitting all of my pressure points, and it feels heavenly.

She soon finishes with my feet and moves to my left side and repeats her attention to my thigh. Once again her hand dips to brush my lips once, twice, a third time. I am certain this is no mistake! She repeats her strokes on my leg in a very tender yet firm manner. I have lost track of time and have no idea how long she has been at this, but too soon she stops and says in a quiet voice, “OK, turn over when you feel up to it. I’m going to get some more oil ready for you.”

I gather my courage and roll over on the table, the back of my head now resting in the face rest.

My nipples are almost painfully erect and I am a little worried my wetness will make a wet patch on the fur I am on. I can hear Andrea somewhere near my head, but I can’t see her. I close my eyes and wait for her return, resisting an urge to quickly tweak my clit while she is (hopefully) not looking.

I feel her presence near my head. “I can smell your excitement from across the room,” she says softly. My eyes pop open in surprise, and there she is, standing above my head, looking down on me. It is not where she is standing that surprises me, though. It is that she is nude.

I am looking up at this woman towering above me, the view of her face partially obscured by two beautiful mounds jutting proudly from her chest.

“Tim told me about your arrangement with him when he set this appointment up,” she says in the same soft yet authoritative voice. “And I also know the secret code. He left you in my charge, and I have a desire to give you great pleasure. Just do as I say and we’ll make each other very happy.” With that she places her oil-slicked hands on the skin above my breasts and begins to stroke lightly, covering me with slickness. Her hands move up to my neck and ears before moving back down to the top of my chest, turning circles in the flesh just above the spot where my tits begin to rise. She then works her way back up along my neck to my earlobes and begins running her fingers along them, a very light touch. My ears have always been one of my most erogenous spots and her touch makes my body hum with a desire for release. Any nervousness I felt about a woman touching me is gone—I want her to make me cum as hard as I can!

I begin to moan softly and Andrea takes this as a sign to continue her exploration of me. Her hands leave my earlobes and travel back down along my neck to my chest again. However, this time her hands do not stop, but continue along to the sides of my breasts, gently rounding them and moving into the valley between them.

“I love your tits,” she says. “I love how firm they are. Bigger ones start to sag, but I think little ones like yours will stay perky for quite some time, and they are beautiful to look at.”

All the while her hands are moving on the sides of my breasts, caressing them, getting closer and closer to my nipples. My buds are fully erect and screaming to be played with.

Suddenly Andrea grabs both tits and steps forward, her crotch now in contact with the top of my head. It is obvious her excitement is building as well, as she loosens her grip on my tits and begins to gently play with the nipples while her pubic area grinds on my hair. My hands desperately want to touch flesh, any flesh, and so I reach behind me and grab her ass to pull her closer. Her height and the height of the table combine to prevent her from moving any farther forward, but it is just right for her to rock her clit on me.

Andrea’s hands continue to move down my stomach, always returning to my breasts, but moving farther and farther down my midsection. As her hands travel closer and closer to my sex, she bends more at the waist to reach, dangling her tits above me. The sight is incredibly arousing. Her tits swing gently as her hands move, inviting me to touch them. My own hands leave her ass and grab her swinging orbs, subtlety and hesitancy forgotten. I take them firmly and weigh them, my first feel of another woman’s breasts. She moans softly and continues to work towards my crotch.

She stops short before she actually reaches my thighs and moves to my side, most likely to give herself more reach to get to where she plans to go next. I reluctantly let go of her tits to avoid twisting them. I’m not upset she’s moving closer to where I need the most attention, though.

Her hands pick up where they left off, gently turning circles just above my mons, with occasional visits to my tits and thighs. pendik escort With each visit to my legs, I open myself a little wider to her, hoping her fingers will find their way to my very wet pussy. After several trips, my legs are spread as wide as I can make them on the table, even pulling my feet up a bit to give her a wider target. She begins to spend more time on the lower half of my body, and she seems to be getting the hint my spread legs give, albeit slowly. She strokes my inner thighs, bending over me as her hands work ever closer to my cunt. Her palm settles on my clit, and she applies pressure as her finger finds its way into the valley between my inner and outer lips. I start to grind my pussy against her palm, rubbing my clit against the pressure and trying to get that finger into my hole in a come-hither motion, when she stops and removes her hand. I cry out in frustration—I was so close!—but she moves away and stands by a sheepskin rug on the floor that appears to match the covering of her table.

“Come here and lie down,” she commands. I don’t hesitate and lie down at her feet, begging her to finish me. “Quiet,” she says. “You’ll get your release, don’t worry. I’ve never left anyone hanging who didn’t deserve it. Do you think you deserve it?” I begin to babble my reply, how I’ve done everything Tim has asked, how much I love the feel of her touch, but she ignores me and instead kneels at the top of my head. She bends over me and gently begins kissing my forehead, almost a gentle brushing of her lips against my skin, and continues down to my eyelids, and then the top of my nose. Her next stop is my mouth, and I share my first kiss with a woman. So different from a man, the lips so soft, her tongue gently probing like a finger in my pussy, not like a cock thrusting.

Too soon she breaks the kiss and continues down my chin and neck, gently brushing her lips and tongue against my skin as she goes. She reaches the valley of my breasts and makes detours to each nipple, gently licking and biting my erect buds. She continues on lower, always kissing, always brushing, and soon the top of her chest is at my mouth, and I happily return the favor, kissing and licking her, noting the sheen of sweat on her skin. I realize I’m covered in sweat as well, making for a slick surface as Andrea works her way ever lower. Her lips are then at my navel, and my face is braced by her tits. I turn to lick as best I can at her nipples, but the size of her breasts makes it difficult to reach the sensitive tips. I content myself to kiss the sides of her breasts.

Her kissing does not stop until she reaches the thin patch of hair above my cunt, her tummy pressing lightly on my face. Her lips leave my mons, and I raise my hips in protest, trying to force my pussy up to her tongue. She does not return to taste, but instead says, “do you think you’re deserving?”

“Yes! Please…” I cry, my voice muffled by her torso above me.

“I think you do,” she says softly, “but I get to go first…” And with that she brings her pussy to my lips and sits up, forcing her cunt down on my mouth. She is supporting enough of her own weight to avoid suffocating me, but it is clear I am not going anywhere.

Two days ago I would have never imagined I would be eating another woman, but now, I begin to use my tongue with gusto, anxious to have her return the favor. The taste is not unknown to me, having sucked one—no, two, now—cocks that have been in me, but it seems a little different when it comes from another woman, more forbidden. I try to find the spots that thrill me most when there is a tongue on my pussy. Her position and weight make it more difficult than I would have imagined, but Andrea seems to sense this and shifts her weight to direct me to the areas she prefers.

Her hands continue their dance on my tits and stomach, lightly scratching and stroking. My hips are bucking involuntarily at an imaginary lover, hoping that my cunt comes in contact with something solid to help relieve its need.

“Yes, that’s it,” she coos. “Eat my cunt…I’m going to ride your tongue until I come all you’re your face…oh, that’s so good…I’m going to drown you…”

Her hips begin a rocking motion, her clit rubbing against my chin. Her movements become more urgent and her breathing heavier as she begins a rhythmic chant.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-FUCKFUCKFUCK…aaaaaahhHHH!!!”

As promised, her orgasm flows freely into my mouth and over my face. I am at first tempted to hold the fluid and spit it out when I am free of her thighs, but decide it is far naughtier to accept what I have been given and do my best to swallow what I have collected. I am amazed that her strength has been such that she has been able to keep herself from collapsing on my face even during her orgasm, and realize my initial evaluation of her as an Amazon Warrior was probably correct.

She continues to rock back and forth for several minutes while I tentatively explore her folds with my tongue. I know how sensitive I am after an orgasm and do not wish to overstimulate her, but she seems to welcome my explorations. I continue to gently lick her while she shudders through several smaller tremors, and then she exhales loudly and falls off me, landing on her side, her breasts shaking seductively as she lands. I fear she is going to be out of it for a while and reach for my cunt to relieve my need, but she sees me and gently grabs my hand.

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When you grow up in an orphanage not knowing who your parents are, you begin to think life isn’t worth living. Then I met Gary at school. He gave me a reason to exist. Up until that point I hated Christmas and Easter. I would watch my school friends go off for the holidays. They were always excited and couldn’t wait to get home. I just couldn’t wait to get back to school! School gave me a purpose, a reason to live. Gary took over from where school left off. Then Faye moved in for him. I was engaged to Gary, and my so called best friend stole him from me. I felt like the young insecure orphan girl again. I started dating Nigel just weeks after splitting up with my ex, and he warned me that his mum didn’t really approve of me. I can never forget the first time we met. She just looked me up and down with a terrible look of disgust. She was a snob, and I was a piece of shit! Even with this horrible woman against me I was determined to marry Nigel. He gave me the one reason for living. I was happy, and I would do my best to make him happy too. But deep down I knew his mother would never accept me. Even now I remember her exact words when Nigel told her we were getting married.

“You cannot marry that!”

The way her eyes narrowed and the hatred etched on her face, had me in tears. I tried everything I could to convince her I would make her son happy. It was nearly two weeks before she spoke to me.

“If you don’t make Nigel happy I’ll punish you beyond belief,” she hissed.

I suppose this was the punishment she spoke of. But I didn’t expect it to be anything like this! Even when I started seeing Gary I was afraid of her and what she might do. That was why I was just going to run away. Somehow she got to hear about it, and the look on her face when I stood at the door waiting for Gary made me shudder. I was running out on her son and I deserved the slap. But when Gary told me he and Faye were going to try again, my mother in law couldn’t hide her delight!

Just a few months later I knew I would put up with anything to get Nigel back. I know that sounds daft, but believe me being an orphan is something you never forget. That was another reason I threw myself at men in the pubs and clubs. The pain of being alone again was too much to bear. I needed to feel loved and wanted, even if it was for just one night!

So the following day I was on my knees begging not to have to sign the divorce papers. She just sat there in the chair with an amused smirk. When the divorce came through 4 months later I moved into a small flat. I worked as a cleaner; the money wasn’t great but enough to get by on. Gary had split for good with Faye, and she had gone back to Spain to be with the baby’s father. Gary and I dated a few times, but he wouldn’t commit to anything more. So we went our separate ways. Nigel had married Harriett and they had a nice new house. Things were getting difficult for me financially I owed 2 months back rent. I couldn’t even offer my landlord sex to pay off what I owed as his was gay! So when I answered the door just before Christmas I was feeling low. There she stood, my ex mother in law. I broke down in front of her and cried. She didn’t show any emotion she just sat there with that arrogant sneer. I watched her take off her shoes, and she threw a bundle of money on the table.

“You know what to do, Cunt.”

I kissed and slurped on her feet, as she told me what a dirty hovel I was living in.

“No daughter in law of mine would end up in a place like this,” she mocked.

Why she said that I didn’t know at the time. Why would she be bothered about me?

I stood in the kitchen as she petted Sammy, yes I still had him at least he loved me. She let him out into the small back garden and then picked up the tea pot. I pulled my panties away, and she began to pour the cold tea over my pussy. My legs shook and I had the biggest orgasm for months as the tea trickled down to my feet. When she left I had £250, and an official looking document to read.

A week later I moved in with her with Sammy too. Her husband had died 2 months ago. I had now signed the document she had left last week, and I had agreed to everything she told me. I was now her new maid, she was now my mistress, and I had to do whatever caught her fancy!

Whenever Nigel and Harriett came round, I was sent to the kitchen or to take Sammy for a walk. I wasn’t permitted in the same room as Nigel. What Nigel thought about all this I didn’t know. He was living 22 miles away in another town so we rarely saw him. Maureen was a bitch to me and I waited on her hand and foot. This was all part of the deal. So what kept me going? Knowing one day I would get a share of Uncle Jack’s money. OK it was a little flimsy but I did things for him. Maureen loved watching me with him. He was in his early 70’s and he had some blood disorder. It was a matter of sooner rather than later, his death I mean.

Maureen made me dress in pretty party frocks when Uncle Jack was due. Hideous to me eyes, but for the göztepe escort money I did it. Uncle Jack would come to stay once a month. I would sit on his knee, with my hair in pigtails and these pink, yellow, or light blue frocks. I wore matching tights with whatever dress I had on.

“Go on Jack give the maid a sloppy kiss in her ear,” Maureen said, as she puffed on a coloured cigarette.

He pulled my head onto his disgusting tongue. He slurped nosily and made sure no part of my ear escaped his tongue’s invasion. With my hands tied behind my back, and my mouth gagged with a pair of tights, I couldn’t stop him fingering my pussy through my lacy coloured tights. I could see Maureen’s smirking grin as I tried to keep my legs shut, as well as trying to wriggle free. His cock was usually erect between my thighs, and my struggling just made him shoot all over my legs. Sometimes he lasted for ages, nearly an hour of kissing and pushing his finger into me. Other times it was over in a few minutes. Either way Maureen loved it. She would chuckle as he whispered dirty things in my ear as I struggled. I would make little frightened and horrified noises. Even this seemed to amuse her. The game always ended in the same result.

“Look at you; you’re such a naughty cunt. You wriggled on Uncle Jack on purpose to make him ejaculate.”

So there I was a 27 year old woman dressed in a party frock, with the spunk of a 73 year old trickling down my legs. Maureen would finger me right in front of Uncle Jack, until I had an orgasm as he watched with a dirty leer on his wrinkled old face. But the food was the worst. To shame me into not doing it the next time he came to visit, she poured food into my bra and tights! It was always something different, beans, jelly, rice pudding, mashed potato, and sometimes she would use a whole canister of cream! I found it incredibly humiliating as she pulled the trigger and the cold cream oozed into my underwear. I had to spend 15 minutes with whatever it was sliding around my tits and pussy. Then he was allowed to lick it off my trembling body. There I stood as my tights were pulled down. His horrid tongue and mouth devoured everything. Of course with my hands still bound behind my back I couldn’t stop him. I would groan into the gag, as his tongue lingered on my pussy and flicked over my clit. Maureen would now join in; pulling the tights from my mouth she would start kissing me. She always mashed my bra to my breasts, making me feel every lump of cold food on my skin, this always excited me. I would shudder and climax on Jacks tongue, but I always told myself it was Maureen who made me orgasm so very hard! Then she would show me my bank book. £500 for every time he visited. That kept me going only it was hard. The money was mine and I was free to walk away at any time, even though I would endure a final humiliation! My only reprieve was Saturday nights, I was allowed out with my friends. They didn’t know about me being a maid to my ex mother in law. I was allowed to bring men home and just a few months into my new life, I found a guy who wanted to see me again. We met several times in secret and he seemed quite interested in me. But I had committed myself to Maureen; I knew she would never let me go without a struggle, despite what she had said about me leaving when I wanted. As usual there I was on Saturday night, kissing and slurping at Maureen’s feet to get my pocket money, as I did every Saturday before going out.

“You seem a little anxious tonight,” she mumbled.

I tried to smile before I looked up at her, but it didn’t fool her when she saw my face.

“I’m not letting you out tonight; you are going to stay here with me.”

Now my face really gave the game away. Her eyes narrowed and she looked like she was about to start. But for some reason she broke into a smile.

“I suppose our little game had to end sometime. So what is this man’s name?”

I knelt back on my heels. Kissing her feet didn’t feel right now.

“Duncan, he works in a garage,” I added not really knowing why.

“And is it serious, with this Duncan?”

I looked down waiting for her to snap at me. I couldn’t believe she was just going to let this happen. I tried to find words that would mean something to her, maybe tell her how I enjoyed being her maid.

“Yes. I think so,” was all I could say.

She slipped her shoes on and stood up. I watched her raise her skirt and she moved towards me.

“Kiss my panties and then I will let you see him.”

I gulped up at her. In all our games I had never touched her between the legs. She had told me this was off limits. She never wanted me to make her come, and I would never see her pussy. Now all I had to do was kiss her, and she would apparently let me see Duncan! I moved forward very slowly. While I didn’t want to do this, part of me was saying to trust her. I let my lips lightly brush the thin fabric of her white panties. She always had çorlu escort them pulled tight and my lips found the contours of her pussy. I could feel her hair like it was some sort of padding. My lips seemed to sink into her panties a little. I let my tongue gently lick over her moist lips. A little gasp escaped her mouth. I turned my head and opened my mouth. Slowly I closed it, gently sucking her panties and pussy lips into my mouth and trapping them there. My tongue licked along her ridges as I pulled my head back slightly, but I still gripped her pussy.

I looked up at her but I couldn’t see her face. Her hand gently pulled my head to her fanny as she gasped a little louder this time. I continued the kiss and let my hands stray onto her plump rear. I began feeling her soft fleshy backside and my kiss became more passionate.

“Oh that is so beautiful,” she mumbled dreamily.

I let my hands glide over her hips; I went to pull her panties down.

“No, you shouldn’t see my vagina!” she gasped, and then she pulled away.

I just knelt with her scent filling my nose. When I looked up she had tears in her eyes.

“You must go and get ready for your date. I would like to meet him soon.”

She left me feeling quite strange, I wasn’t sure if our games had now finished forever. Maybe she knew this day would come, and now she was facing up to it. With everything that had gone on between us I felt a little sad. Things were hardily normal but it was what I was use to. So she was giving me up, and she wanted to meet my boyfriend. I went to meet Duncan but even he could see I was a little preoccupied. Eventually as the night wore on, I relaxed and forgot about what had happened with Maureen, but refusing to take Duncan home that night felt strangely proper. The next day she asked how my date went. No sarcastic comments, no hint of her sniggering at me. She seemed so genuine. Over the next two months she treated me like a daughter. We went shopping and laughed and joked together. There was no hint of us doing any of the sexual things together anymore. I tried to ask her once if she wanted me to give her something in return for the things she was doing for me. She just shook her head knowing what I meant. The day Duncan came to dinner I was a nervous wreck. Harriett was having dinner with us also as Nigel was away. Everything went fine even Harriett didn’t look down her nose at me. Maureen asked Duncan about where he worked, and tried her best to sound interested in him. I walked him to the door and we kissed.

I sat in the pub with Gillian the following week.

“So how’s what’s his name, Pete?”

“OK, look Diane you won’t tell anyone about him will you?”

I shook my head, “of course not.”

“We are having so much fun. I know it isn’t right but he is 18 and we kind of do different things,” she said with a grin.

“What different things?” I asked fascinated.

“Well we sort of play this dare game, it started with me asking him to nick an apple off a tree. Then he would dare me.”

“Apples off a tree? That’s a little lame even for you.”

She lent forward, “gradually it has become a little more interesting.”

“Oh yeah like what?”

“Last week he dared me to let him touch my backside for a whole minute in class.”

“What in front of everyone?”

“God no, I had to get everyone in a circle to explain a science problem. Pete was stood behind me and I can’t tell you how horny it was. I mean I could feel myself blush.”

“Well whatever turns you on I suppose. You know you’ll have to end it don’t you?”

She nodded looking a little sad, “I’ve tried to three times. But as soon as I see him in school I just go all weak.”

“Oh Gillian just get laid by someone else.”

“Yeah well look at what happened when I did? 3 men that’s all I’ve had and they have all been disasters!”

I nodded, poor cow. The first was a guy who was married, the second was a rough bastard, and the third a con man that got her to part with money.

“Shush here comes Duncan, shit Diane he doesn’t look too happy.”

I looked round and saw him marching towards me. He grabbed my arm and marched me outside.

“Duncan what is it? What are you doing?”

He held up a picture and I cringed and shrunk back. Tears filled my eyes and I shook my head in disbelief.

“No, no she can’t do this to me!” I screamed.

He held another, and then another up.

He left me slumped against the wall. I looked at the last photo he had forced into my face. There I was kissing fat Dave naked on the bed as he fucked me! His fat gross body was in full view.

“Oh here, this is my favourite!” he growled.

I looked at the last picture, my legs were stretched wide apart and a dribble of spunk trailed towards my ass!

“Duncan, come back, come back!”

A hand appeared next to me picking up the photos. Finally it grabbed my arm and shoved me into the car. I sat crying ümraniye escort into my hands.

“So your boyfriend didn’t like your photos then cunt!” Maureen said with a smirk.

I cried for two days on and off, staying in my room and refusing to eat what was put in front of me.

“So are you coming down? I have a surprise for you.”

I wanted to tell her to fuck off. I wanted to hit her but I couldn’t. Just her standing over me was enough to make me feel powerless.

“Did you really think I’d let you go that easily? Didn’t you once wonder about who I was going to use those photos against? Come on someone is waiting.”

She went to my underwear drawer and began shuffling through my lingerie. I finally stood in the red stockings, red suspender belt, and red high heels she had picked out. She tied my hands behind my back with a pair of my tights.

“Please don’t make me do whatever it is you want. I’ll, I’ll be good, you said I could leave at any time,” I mumbled.

She turned on her heels to stare at me. I could see her cold eyes grinning at me, for whatever reason she was thinking of. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy for me.

“You can go afterwards; you can take your £4000 and go. This was the deal as I promised a humiliating end to our relationship, and a final payment of £1000 for your final deed.”

Although I was frightened the money was dangling like a carrot. I didn’t care about Uncle Jack’s inheritance, and deep down I figured I would never see much of it anyway. She opened the bank book in front of me, there it was £5000. She put it in my underwear drawer, but would it really be in a bank account that I could get to? Maybe I could get Duncan back. If I could only tell him I was forced into having sex with that gross man, then maybe he would believe me.

“Well your lover is waiting for you.”

I walked slowly behind her feeling my breasts sway. I was about to stand naked (apart from a few sexy trimmings) in front of someone I didn’t know! My lover as Maureen called him.

My face was as red as my lacy stockings as I walked into the lounge.

“Christ!” a voice said from a chair.

I looked at the young man staring at me. He couldn’t take his eyes off my pussy. I watched and shuddered as he licked his lips. His neck was covered in tattoos and his shirt sleeves were rolled right up. His jeans had holes in and his black hair was gelled down. The crucifix earring did nothing to hide his thuggish image. Finally, sheepishly, I made eye contact with him. I swallowed as he was in obvious delight about my reluctance.

“You fucking hot bitch,” he said in delight, at the trembling woman in front of him.

I took a step back and Maureen held my shoulders.

“Surely you are not afraid of Jack’s grandson Diane, just because Kenny has been in prison for the last 3 ½ years without a woman’s company?”

I knew of Kenny, and I knew he had been in prison for robbery. He was every inch the thug he looked to be. This was again part of the side of the family that Maureen didn’t associate with, she never talked about him and he never got an invite to the wedding when I married Nigel. But now she was giving me to him!

“Just remember he has been locked up all that time with just disgusting pictures to look at? Now he has the real thing in front of him, I’m sure after 3 ½ years he has been looking forward to getting his hands on a woman.”

Her whispered words had me trying to back away, but she held me tight. I struggled a little and my bare breasts jiggled.

“God look at those beauties bounce! Just two hours out of nick and I’m going to get to fuck a right hot chick.”

“There is no need to be vulgar Kenny,” Maureen said, with a despairing tone in her voice.

“I can have her all weekend you say?” he asked with delight.

“Oh yes Kenny, she is all yours.”

I could feel her words echoing round my brain. All weekend! He started towards me undoing his grubby jeans, and I began panting and trying to twist away.

“First I want a blow job then I’ll fuck her brains out,” he said with a sneer.

“Kenny, do you have to be so rude?” Maureen snapped.

I saw his cock getting closer and closer. He began rolling his foreskin back as I whimpered.

“You are free to leave Sunday afternoon. Oh my, you are wet aren’t you?” Maureen whispered, as her finger pushed between my legs.

OK I was wet but I was still scared stiff! Kenny hadn’t fucked anyone for all that time. 3 ½ years, that is, well, you work it out in days? All those lonely nights just going to bed and dreaming of fucking someone, and now after all that time he would finally get his wish. I was pushed to my knees and Maureen let go of my shoulders. I just knelt there now not pinned down. I was too frightened to move. I knew either way one of them would stop me if I tried to run. He stood with his cock just inches from my trembling lips. He seemed to be taking his time, like the last moments of enforced celibacy was going to be unrivalled by anything he had done in the past.

“Well you either open up or I force it into you? I don’t really care which, but my 8 inches will be getting past those hot lips one way or another!”

I could feel my poor cunt dripping. My emotions were all over the place, I didn’t want this, but at the same time I did!

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(In this tantalizing tale, every character portrayed is a mature soul, aged gracefully beyond the tender age of 18.)

I found myself captivated by his innocent charm, his youthful allure that ignited a fire within me. It was as if a forbidden desire had awakened, consuming my every thought and tempting me beyond reason. Bobby, the unsuspecting student, became the object of my deepest, most illicit fantasies.

His presence in my classroom was no longer ordinary; it was a tantalizing dance of stolen glances and hidden desires. The way his dark locks cascaded effortlessly over his forehead, framing his piercing blue eyes, sent shivers down my spine. His average build held an untamed magnetism that drew me closer, closer to the edge of temptation.

I, the epitome of grace and elegance, had always prided myself on my self-control. But Bobby, with his innocent smile and boyish charm, shattered the walls I had so carefully built around my desires. I was no longer the composed and untouchable teacher; I was a woman consumed by a forbidden passion.

The spring air carried a sense of recklessness, a whisper of forbidden love that danced upon the breeze. And one fateful day, as the sun bathed the classroom in its golden glow, our paths collided in a way that would forever change the course of our lives.

It started innocently enough, a simple conversation that lingered longer than it should have. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, time stood still. The boundaries that society had imposed upon us faded into insignificance, replaced by an undeniable connection that transcended age and position.

As the days turned into weeks, our encounters became bolder, our stolen moments more daring. The thrill of secrecy fueled our passion, igniting a flame that burned brighter with each stolen touch. The classroom, once a sanctuary of knowledge, transformed into our clandestine haven of desire.

But amidst the intoxicating whirlwind of our forbidden love, guilt lingered like a shadow, reminding us of the consequences that awaited us. We were two souls entangled in a web of passion, yearning for each other’s touch yet tormented by the knowledge that our love was forbidden.

And so, we danced on the precipice of ecstasy and despair, our hearts entwined in a love that defied all reason. The world may judge us, label us as sinners, but in the depths of our souls, we knew that our love was pure, untamed, and irrevocable.

I, the last teacher in the world anyone would expect to succumb to such desires, found myself entangled in a love affair…

-oOo-

One fine day in the month of May, as the classroom buzzed with the anticipation of freedom, Bobby sauntered past my desk, his eyes fixated on my bosom. The sun’s warm caress had prompted me to wear a blouse that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of my cleavage, just enough to ignite desire. It was not uncommon for young men to steal glances down my blouse, and truth be told, I relished in their admiration. My philosophy was simple – why deny them the pleasure of feasting their eyes upon my allure?

As our gazes locked, I anticipated a flush of embarrassment to color his cheeks, assuming he would swiftly divert his attention elsewhere. However, to my astonishment, I discovered an undeniable bulge protruding from the confines of his trousers, right before my very eyes. At first, I failed to comprehend its nature, perceiving it merely as a conspicuous lump distorting the fabric. It took a moment for the realization to dawn upon me – Bobby was sporting a throbbing erection. The revelation left me dumbfounded, too taken aback to even blush. I continued to gaze, captivated by the sight, until the realization struck that I was unabashedly ogling the crotch of a eighteen-year-old boy. Hastily, I averted my eyes, allowing Bobby to proceed on his way out of the room.

To my surprise, a delightful tingling sensation coursed through my nipples, causing them to harden within the confines of my bra. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief that Bobby had departed before witnessing this involuntary response.

I had just experienced a tantalizing encounter with a student that left me feeling a delightful ache between my thighs. He possessed a certain charm, a captivating allure that lingered in my thoughts throughout the day. My mind wandered into a realm of forbidden fantasies, fixated on the image of his impressive erection. As nightfall embraced me, I succumbed to a dream where we found ourselves alone, consumed by an insatiable desire. In this ethereal realm, I yearned to undress him, to reveal the hidden treasures beneath his pants. However, my efforts were thwarted as his hardened member entangled itself, teasingly refusing to be unveiled. The intensity of my arousal was overwhelming, and I awoke to find myself drenched with desire, my body yearning for release. With a feverish urgency, I sought solace in the touch of my own hand, pleasuring myself with an unbridled passion. My swollen clitoris protruded proudly, acıbadem escort akin to the prow of a majestic ship, ready to navigate the tempestuous seas of pleasure.

The following day, I arranged to meet my dearest confidante and fellow teacher, Cathy Barton, for a lunch date. As we savored our meal, I divulged the entirety of my scandalous encounter to her.

Cathy’s expression turned pensive, her mind seemingly lost in contemplation. “You know,” she began, her voice laced with intrigue, “I am privy to the secrets of at least three teachers who have engaged in illicit affairs with students here.” Her words hung in the air, carrying a sense of forbidden knowledge. “Two men and one woman,” she continued, her tone filled with a hint of mystery. “One of the men was caught in the act and faced the threat of dismissal, but somehow, the scandal was silenced.”

Curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my eyes searching for answers. “And what of the woman? The one who dared to indulge in a forbidden affair with a student?”

A mischievous smile danced upon Cathy’s lips as she leaned back, her gaze filled with secrets. “Ah, my dear, that is a tale I shall not reveal. However, I can disclose the identity of the student involved. Have you heard of Raymond Anthony?”

“Oh, him? I had the pleasure of having him in my class two years ago. He’s blossomed into quite the young man, wouldn’t you agree? Now in the ninth grade, he exudes an air of mystery and allure. What could possibly be the source of his magnetic charm?”

“Well…he’s not your typical average boy, if you catch my drift. He possesses a certain…endowment that sets him apart from the rest. In fact, word has spread like wildfire among the girls in the ninth grade, for he has earned quite the reputation.”

“Pray, do tell me more about this reputation.”

“Well, the whispers that circulated a few months ago suggested that he was still untouched…because every girl who dared to explore his depths discovered that he was simply too much to handle. Three different girls, during a daring game of Post Office at his sister’s slumber party, were left in awe of his size.”

“And he engaged in a tryst with a teacher?”

“Indeed, one of the teachers caught wind of his predicament and took it upon herself to assist him with his…little problem.” Cathy couldn’t help but giggle at the thought. “But, of course, it remains a closely guarded secret.”

“I dare say it must have been Miss Josephson, the captivating Geography teacher. She possesses an undeniable allure, and the boys simply cannot resist her charms.”

“Well, it wasn’t her, and she truly isn’t such a seductress. People merely perceive her as such due to her voluptuous bosom. Yours are nearly as ample, yet nobody would dare label you as promiscuous.”

“Because of the glasses. And I don’t dress to flaunt my curves when I’m at school. However, I made an exception yesterday, and behold the consequences that arose from revealing a mere inch of cleavage.”

“You should. Your bosom is truly exquisite, you know. I’m not at all surprised that he couldn’t resist stealing glances. Why don’t you undo another button on that tantalizing garment you’re wearing today, and let’s see if he takes notice?”

“Oh, my goodness, no.” I giggled, feeling a delightful sense of naughtiness. “You make me feel like such a sensual deviant. Like this?” I unfastened one more button at the top of my blouse, delicately pulling it down and artfully arranging the lapels.

“That’s better. Now your bosom is visible, but not excessively so, just a hint of your lacy bra peeking through.”

I swiftly refastened the button. “Well, we shall see. I don’t truly believe I would stoop so low as to entice a eighteen-year-old to gaze down my blouse.”

But I succumbed to my desires, as expected. As the fourth period came to an end, I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. I delicately undid the button of my blouse, allowing it to gracefully slide down, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of my ample bosom. Bobby, a handsome young man, happened to pass by my desk just as I dismissed the class. His eyes were immediately drawn to my chest, and I couldn’t resist the urge to playfully tease him. With a seductive gesture, I beckoned him closer, leaning forward over my desk as I inquired about a homework assignment. Purposefully, I thrust my voluptuous 36D breasts towards him, taking a deep breath to accentuate their allure.

Normally, I would wear practical undergarments to school. However, fate had a different plan that morning. All of my sensible underwear happened to be in the dirty laundry hamper, leaving me with only the lingerie I typically reserved for special occasions. It was not a conscious decision, but I found myself wearing one of those bras that subtly enhanced my assets. It wasn’t a WonderBra or something from the pages of a Victoria’s Secret catalog, but it certainly left no doubt that I was a woman with bağdat caddesi escort ample curves.

Bobby couldn’t help but notice. My mother used to jokingly refer to my breasts as “boy magnets,” and in that moment, I understood why. He was undeniably drawn to them, his face flushing with desire. As I continued to discuss the assignment, Bobby nodded along, pretending to listen while his attention was solely focused on my captivating presence. Curiosity got the better of me, and I discreetly stole a glance at his crotch. There, behind the confines of his zipper, something stirred and grew. A substantial bulge emerged, straining against the fabric of his pants, as if it were a primal display of virility. I was captivated, as if witnessing a mesmerizing mating ritual in a nature documentary.

Once again, I felt my body responding to the mere thought of him. My nipples hardened, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he would notice. The bra I wore was sheer, and when my nipples were erect, they poked through the fabric, begging for attention. I looked down at myself, and my heart skipped a beat. A big bump protruded from my left nipple, and I knew it was impossible to hide. My breathing became shallow, and I felt a rush of heat between my legs. This little game of ours had gone too far.

“So, you’ll have it in by the end of the week?” I asked, my voice low and sultry.

“Yes, Miss Wanshel,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, knowing that I had him right where I wanted him. I turned around, and my nipples stuck out half an inch, taunting him. I could feel his eyes on me, and it only made me hotter. I erased the blackboard, trying to meet his gaze, but he still wouldn’t look at me. I rearranged my clothes, fastened the button, and tried to calm myself down. I couldn’t let him see me like this.

That night, I dreamed about him again. This time, I had no problem getting his pants down. He was big and thick between my legs, pumping hard, and I was gasping and moaning, almost about to come for what seemed like a very long time. I woke up in a sweat, my body on fire. There was a damp spot under me on the bed, evidence of my desire. I hurriedly finished myself off, one hand shoving fingers up inside me, and the other rubbing my clit hard until I came. My orgasm lasted almost a minute, and I knew that I couldn’t resist him any longer.

The morning sun shone through the window, casting a warm glow on my skin as I woke up. It was Wednesday, and I had no plans to meet Cathy. But as fate would have it, a note from her arrived between classes, suggesting we do lunch again. My heart raced with excitement as I met her on our break, and we got into her car, driving out towards a hamburger place on the highway.

As we drove, Cathy couldn’t help but gush about the boy in her fifth period class. “He’s such a little dreamboat,” she said, her voice filled with envy that he had a crush on me. We chatted about our day, and I told her all the juicy details of what happened in class yesterday. She wanted to know everything – how big his bulge was, whether any of the other boys noticed my ample bosom, and whether any of the girls noticed his growing erection. She even asked which bra I had worn that day.

“I’m not showing any cleavage today. I don’t want to be a slut,” I said, feeling a little self-conscious.

Cathy smirked. “What are you wearing tomorrow, then?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She seductively whispered in my ear, her voice dripping with desire, “Darling, imagine the sensation of wearing something clingy, feeling the fabric caress your every curve, and going braless. Let your body breathe, let it be free.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she continued, “Or perhaps a tantalizing miniskirt, showcasing those gorgeous legs of yours. Oh, the temptation it would bring.”

Her words danced in my mind, tempting me with their allure. But reality quickly set in. I knew that going braless was a privilege reserved for those blessed with a figure like hers, not for someone like me, a woman with a generous D cup. And as a teacher at Southern State Community College, I was bound by a strict dress code that explicitly forbade miniskirts. I couldn’t risk my reputation or my job.

With a gentle touch, I persuaded her to understand my predicament. “My love, I appreciate your enticing suggestions, but I must remain true to myself. I will wear what I always do, regardless of the circumstances.”

Her voice lowered, filled with a hint of disappointment. “He truly is a sight to behold, isn’t he? Have you ever considered the possibilities?”

Confusion clouded my thoughts as I questioned her intentions. “Considered what?”

A mischievous smile played on her lips as she leaned closer, her breath warm against my skin. “Considered whether you truly desire to indulge in the forbidden pleasures with him?”

My heart raced, my mind struggling to comprehend her audacious kozyatağı escort proposition. “He’s just a boy! Eighteen years old!”

She chuckled softly, her laughter laced with a hint of seduction. “Yes, my dear, he may be young, but he possesses a certain maturity. And I couldn’t help but notice your dreams, two nights in a row. Once you start dreaming about a man, my love, it’s only a matter of time before you succumb to your desires.”

My voice trembled as I tried to reason with her, “But he’s not a man, he’s just a boy.”

Her giggle grew louder, filled with a wicked delight. “Oh, my dear, he may be young, but he is more than capable. So here we are, a young man, a compassionate older woman, and a clandestine lesson in the art of passion. In France, it would be seen as perfectly natural.”

We engaged in a passionate debate, our words intertwining like a seductive dance, oblivious to the passing time. Our hunger for each other’s company was undeniable, yet we settled for a quick indulgence, grabbing containers of creamy yogurt as we made our way back to the confines of our school. In that moment, she unveiled a truth that stirred the depths of my desires, revealing that my very essence was entangled in this forbidden allure. She whispered tantalizing secrets about Raymond Anthony, igniting a fire within me that yearned to be quenched…

“…and as she unzipped him, a revelation awaited her. A breathtaking nine inches of pure ecstasy. Can you fathom such a gift bestowed upon a mere eighteen-year-old? Just imagine the magnificence he will possess when he enters the realm of higher education, endowed like a majestic stallion. Such prodigious proportions may even necessitate the intervention of surgical reduction, for his virility will know no bounds.”

Hmm, I must admit, I’ve never experienced such an impressive size before. In fact, I’ve never laid eyes upon a nine-inch masterpiece in the flesh. The mere thought of being passionately penetrated in the depths of my being sends shivers down my spine. However, it’s not just the length that matters, my dear. It’s the width that truly entices, the ability to fill me up completely. And of course, the crucial question remains: can he maintain his firmness long enough to bring me to the pinnacle of ecstasy?

In his case, his girth is more than satisfactory, and he possesses the stamina of a wild jackrabbit, satisfying me not once, but twice in rapid succession. And believe it or not, they engage in this passionate dance of love-making approximately five times within a single session.

“Goodness gracious,” I gasped, my heart racing with desire.

“But my dear, he is merely eighteen years of age. That’s precisely why one indulges in the pleasures of a younger lover. They possess an insatiable appetite for carnal delights, leaving you breathless and yearning for more, even when your body begins to ache. And oh, the energy they possess! Unlike a weary 40-year-old gentleman who would simply roll off you and drift into slumber after his release.”

I paused, lost in contemplation for a moment. “Raymond, my dear, is not the man who ignites the flames of my passion.”

“Yes, it is a pity that he is already spoken for, isn’t it?” she chuckled softly. “However, let us not forget about Bobby, my dear. He may just be the one to fulfill your deepest desires.”

My heart raced as I looked into his eyes and whispered, “Yes, I do.” The thought of being with Bobby consumed my every desire, but a nagging doubt lingered in my mind. “But what if he doesn’t measure up?” I asked, my voice trembling with anticipation.

I couldn’t help but imagine a small, insignificant member that wouldn’t satisfy my every need. I had never encountered such a problem before, but I had heard stories from my girlfriends. “What if he can’t keep it up?” I continued, my mind racing with doubt.

“At his age, you don’t have to worry about that,” he assured me, his voice low and seductive. “The real challenge is keeping it down for more than five minutes.” His words sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be with him.

I had noticed Bobby in class, his bulge more prominent than the other boys. It was the reason I had been drawn to him, the reason I couldn’t stop thinking about him. “You’ve probably had other boys get hard in your class,” he continued, his voice husky with desire. “But their erections weren’t big enough for you to notice. You noticed Bobby because he stands out. I bet he’s well hung.”

My heart raced as he spoke, my body aching with desire. “Anyway,” he continued, his voice low and seductive. “I know someone who can find out.” And with those words, my doubts vanished, replaced by a burning desire to be with Bobby, to feel him inside me, to experience the pleasure that only he could provide.

“He said Bobby’s definitely worth checking out. Apparently, he’s got a nice package and knows how to use it.”

My heart raced as I imagined what it would be like to be with Bobby. I had always been attracted to him, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I needed to find a way to make him notice me.

The next day in class, I made sure to sit next to Bobby. I could feel his eyes on me as I pretended to take notes. When the bell rang, I lingered behind, hoping to catch him alone.

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It had been a long week at work, filled with frustrating drama and useless fighting among co-workers; I just couldn’t wait to get to the weekend. Not to mention, I was going to be spending it with him in a cabin in the woods. This weekend was going to be our first weekend away together, and I was really looking forward to it!

The drive up to the cabin was long, yet peaceful, which helped me leave all my problems behind and start to fantasize about what the weekend would hold. I was already feeling more relaxed and was enjoying my fantasies about the weekend when I realized I was already there, the time had flown by!

I had been instructed to park my car behind the cabin, strip naked, and wait for him on the back porch. I had no luggage other then a change of clothes for the return trip home; I had been informed that I wouldn’t need to bring a thing. I followed the instructions I had been given, found the chair he had told me about, and sat and waited for what would come next.

I was enjoying watching the nature around me, and hadn’t noticed that he’d walked up behind me. I was shocked when my eyes were suddenly covered by a blindfold. I struggled against it at first, being taken off guard, but when I heard his voice say “Stop” it was all I needed to immediately calm myself and accept the blindfold. He had known that I had a bad week, so I wasn’t that surprised when he started to rub my shoulders and ask how the drive up had been. We chatted for a while, his massage lulling me into a state of relaxation. I felt him pull my hair up into a ponytail so it was off my neck, I assumed it was so he’d have better access to massage my neck. However, I was very wrong. Instead I felt a new sensation; he was placing what I could only imagine to be a collar around my neck. I hadn’t expected this, however was immensely proud he found me worthy of his collar. I tried to reach up to touch it, but he pushed my hands back to my lap and finished fastening it tight around my neck. It wasn’t so tight I couldn’t breathe; he knows that I wouldn’t be able to tolerate that well with my claustrophobia and the thin mountain air. However, it was tight enough to be a constant reminder – this weekend I belonged to him completely. I hoped that I would still be worthy of his collar after the weekend was done.

He ordered me to my knees, reminding me that is the best position for a slut like me to be in. I smiled and raced to my knees, turning my body towards him. He then sat in the chair I was just in, and I felt him hook his finger into the ring of the collar. He drew me towards him, and then I felt his magic lips on mine, I could think of nothing else but this amazing man in front of çeşme escort me and his amazing kiss. I felt my body come alive under his kiss, my blood pounding in my veins, and my cunt fill with juices. I moaned and arched into him, trying to get closer to him, needing to feel him possess me completely. I’m guessing that he read my body and knew that I was ready to completely be his submissive in every way because he broke our kiss. I heard him chuckle softly and say, “that’s my slut”. I felt something click into the collar, and I guessed that he had attached a leash to the collar. With a sudden tug at my neck, I knew I was right.

I was surprised when I felt him pull me into a standing position; I had expected to remain on my knees. He then led me down the steps and onto a dirt path, explaining why I was walking; my knees would be destroyed on the steps and dirt. We walked for a while, the whole time I wondered what he was planning, and part of me couldn’t help but wonder if anyone could see me naked and leashed following behind this strong man, a thought that added to my excitement. It felt as if we were no longer on a trail, instead walking on soft grass as tall as my knees.

Without a word he stopped and tugged on the leash indicating I should stop as well. I felt myself being pushed over a wooden object, maybe a log? It was on a slight decline, which meant that my ass was higher then my back and head, it must be completely displayed in this position. As he pushed me forward gently, I had noticed that he’d pulled my tits to the side, so they hung down the sides of the log, instead of crushing them under my body. He sure did know how to restrain me and keep full access to his favorite parts! I felt him wrap my arms around the log and handcuff them underneath the log. I was now attached to the log and couldn’t break free without sliding on the hard bark, not something I wanted to do. I then felt a strap wrap around my ribcage and pull tight, it took a minute to realize that with this he was completely securing me to the log, I couldn’t lift up if I wanted to! I was in a strange location, naked, and strapped to a log, I was scared and excited at the same time. My cunt was so wet now that the insides of my thighs were also wet with my desire.

I was there for a while when I felt the familiar and welcome riding crop hit my ass. He spanked me several times, moving the crop around and getting all parts of my ass. He started off fairly gentle at first, warming up my ass. I am a large woman, so he had plenty of ass to play with. As he spanked me the blows got harder and I was starting to writhe under his administrations. başakşehir escort He is so very good at knowing just how hard to go before I can’t take anymore. He would take me to the point where my safe word would start to swim in the background of my thoughts, and as if he knew, he would then switch to running his large hands tenderly over my skin. I can only imagine that my bright white ass was now starting to turn pink.

Once I’d calmed some he changed the crop for his whip and repeated the process, driving me wild with desire for him. I wanted him to fuck me in the worst way! What he was doing was so good to me, I almost came a few times, and it took all my control to not give in to the magic release. I am very aware that I am only to cum with his permission, although he does like to test my will power in that regard.

I didn’t feel anything for a few minutes and wondered where he’d gone. I knew he’d returned when I felt something cold and slimy press against my ass. I felt the pressure build as he inserted what I assumed was a very large butt plug. My ass is very tight, and it took him a while to work it in. It stretched my ass as far as I thought it could go, and then a little bit more. I cried out with the pain of it, but he held firm, and my ass eventually relaxed around it. When he was convinced it was firmly in he started whipping my ass again. This time he included my back, thighs, and cunt as well. He took his time, moving slowly around my body. I never knew where the whip would hit next, and was kept in a very high state of anticipation and arousal. He was very in tune with my body and kept me right at my limit.

When he stopped again I couldn’t imagine what would be coming next. I gasped with pain/pleasure when I felt the nipple clamps applied to my large nipples. There must have been a weight on each of the clamps as I felt my large tits stretch towards the ground some. He then started smacking the bare white skin of my tits with his strong bare hand. I loved the sound of skin on skin, and how rough he was being with me. With a 44I bra size, I have plenty of tit for him to play with and he smacked all of them repeatedly. My tits bruise easily and I smiled with the knowledge that I’d have bruises to enjoy for the next few days, probably weeks. I jumped (as much as I can when strapped to a log) when I felt the riding crop now being used on my tits. The weights were swinging and pulling on my nipples with each smack. I didn’t think I could take anymore, I was definitely at my pain threshold, but he kept pushing. Just when the safe word was at the tip of my tongue he stopped.

His küçükçekmece escort large hands were now soothing my hot skin, his soft lips kissing the welts that were starting to rise. He did this for a while, and then moved his hard cock to my mouth, he smacked my face and mouth with his hard cock a few times, I wanted to wrap my lips around it so bad, yet he teased me with his cock slaps.

Holding the back of my head he then forced his very large, thick, and hard cock into my mouth, pushing it in until he hit the back of my throat. I have such a small mouth and usually can’t take much of him in. This time he pushed harder then ever and I felt myself gag on him. Instead of pulling out he pushed on, keeping his hand firm on the back of my head so I had no choice but accept him into my throat. I was starting to have trouble breathing, just as I started to panic (can’t say the safe word when mouth is filled with cock) he pulled out and I was able to take in a gulp of air. He gave me a minute to recover, and then thrust himself back in again. This time rougher and deeper, my throat was convulsing around him as I gagged on his sheer size. Again he stayed deep in my mouth to the point of panic, and then would pull out again. After a few repeats of this I started to relax and time my breathing with his thrusts. I still couldn’t get all of him in, but he was deeper in my throat then ever before. He increased the pace, fucking my mouth harder and harder, until he released his precious cum down my throat. I eagerly sucked the tip of his cock afterwards to get every last drop of his precious gift.

He then moved behind me again, smacking my still hot ass with his bare hands, making sure to hit the butt plug in deeper as well. He then moved behind me and put his still hard cock deep into my wet cunt. He fucked me hard that way, driving me more into the log repeatedly, and stretching my cunt around his thick shaft.

I couldn’t hold back anymore and begged him to allow me to cum. He made me beg repeatedly, to the point of desperation before giving me permission to cum. Once I had his permission I exploded around his massive cock, the orgasm racking my entire body repeatedly and for a long time. I felt like I was floating with pleasure, it was so intense and amazing. During my multiple orgasm I heard him grunt and moan with pleasure as he came again deep inside of me. I knew I’d served him well to have him cum twice in a row like that.

I felt him lay on top of me, crushing me into the log, and loved the feel of him on me. He eventually moved off of me, and released my bindings, but not my blindfold or butt plug. I felt him take a soft towel and clean up the sticky mess between my legs, before leading me back down the trail again towards the cabin. I was exhausted and needed his support to make it down the trail, relishing that he is more then strong enough to support me. I leaned into him, feeling content and secure. I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the weekend held with such an intense and perfect start!!

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With her eyes lowered all Eva could see when the door opened was Sir Dan’s feet and the black leather pants of another man and the white heels and white fishnet stockings of a woman.

Sir Dan walked up next to where Eva was kneeling on a slave pillow. As he ran his hand tenderly over the top of her hair he said quietly, “Pet?”

Happy to hear him call her by his pet name for her again, she looked up timidly as she smiled into his gentle loving eyes. She also let out a silent sigh, because his smile and the use of her Pet name led her to think that he had forgiven her for her indiscretion.

“Mike this is my Strayangel. Pet, I would like you to meet Mike..”

“Yes Sir,” she said to Sir Dan, “Thank you Sir.”

“I am happy to met you Sir Mike,” she said, as she looked up to see one of the most intriguing couples she had seen yet.

She smiled sweetly at the clean-cut handsome young man, with dark shiny black hair and long dark eye lashes. She took the hand that he offered her and she couldn’t help blushing when he held her spellbound momentarily with his piercing light blue eyes that flashed with lust as he gave her a quick once over from head to toe. But, even though she had never seen him before there was something familiar about him.

“It is my pleasure I assure you strayangel.”

Eva looked quickly at Sir Dan who had apparently noticed her blushing since he was grinning at her evilly. “Pet, Mike is Master Blaze’s son.”

“Oh, I thought you looked a little bit familiar Sir Mike,” Eva said smiling at the young man again. She felt herself blush once more since Sir Mike still held onto her hand, and held her still in the steady gaze of those piercing blue eyes.

She guessed that Master Blaze must surely have trained his son in the same lifestyle. She could see he was young. Nevertheless, he had the same commanding presence and the strong masterly energy of the older Doms she had met. His energy made her pussy just as wet as she had been in the presence of the other powerful men she had met.

“Dan you were exactly right in your description of this dreamy little slut. I congratulate you on this lovely vision? She is the very image of Bettie Page,” Sir Mike added with ardahan escort a big knowing grin and a raised eyebrow that Eva had also become accustomed to with other powerful men.

“And she blushes so prettily,” he added, making Eva blush even more as she felt the heat rising on her face. She wished he would let go of her hand because she could feel moisture beginning to gather in her pussy once more from the powerful energy she felt from his hand.

“Yes she does, doesn’t she,” Sir Dan replied. He didn’t seem bothered by Sir Mike holding onto her hand, but Eva felt herself start to tremble.

“And I’ll bet she juices nicely too, doesn’t she?”

“Oh yes,” Eva’s Sir chuckled.

“May I?” asked Sir Mike with a knowing look.

“Yes of course. Be my guest,” Sir Dan grinned.

Eva looked up at her Dom with alarm on her face. And, as if he had read her mind again he said, “It’s okay Pet. Just do what comes naturally for you. Let Mike know what a wonderful little slut you are.”

“Yes Sir,” she said still with apprehension. She couldn’t help taking a quick peek at Angel’s face to see if she was uncomfortable with her Master flirting. But Angel still had her eyes lowered.

“Sulu Pet,” Sir Dan ordered, bringing Eva back to attention.

“Yes Sir,” she said.

Recognizing the order for the prone position that her Dominant had taught her, Eva quickly lay down on her back on the carpet. She kept her hands by her sides and spread her legs as wide as she could to wait for his command.

“Mike?” he said as he nodded toward Eva with that infamous raised eyebrow.

“Ahh, yes,” Sir Mike responded as he dropped Angel’s hand and stooped down in front of Eva. He reached down, and as Eva suspected, he reached between her legs. He swiftly slid his fingers into her naked slit and felt for her clit. Finding it, he began to gently and rapidly rub Eva’s fleshy little button. She immediately began to squirm to the artful touch of this young stranger.

Because of how hot she had been all evening, the unexpected sweet humiliation she felt at displaying herself before her Sir made her naughty cunt dribble instantly.

“Oh adıyaman escort my,” Sir Mike said, surprised. And he quickly shoved two fingers into her slick cunt and began to pump the delightfully horny little slut’s snatch for all he was worth.

Whimpering and wriggling her whole world seemed to suddenly focus on her salacious throbbing clit. Eva started to hump the young man’s fingers. He slid a third finger into her hungry twat and he pounded her pussy hard and deep making her gasp loudly. He shoved his fingers in and out of her pussy faster and harder, again and again. Deep and hard, making her cry out with lust.

“She juices very nicely, and very, very quickly, ” Sir Mike laughed as he pounded her hot hole. “And I sure do love to find a cute little slut like this who can go from zero to sizzling as quickly as this one can.”

He chuckled at her reaction as Eva lifted her bottom and bucked against his fingers and hand as he fucked her warm velvety little crack. She was breathing harder and gasping and panting breathlessly with every grinding movement as he pressed his thumb on her clit and began to flick it as he shoved his fingers in and out, in and out, and in and out.

“Sir? Oh Sir?” she cried out, “Please may I cum Sir?”

“Well, at this point I think that is up to Mike,” Sir Dan laughed quietly. “After all, he is in control of that insatiable burning little snatch of yours. If you want it you will have to beg him my Pet.”

Gasping as her cunt was pummeled over and over by the strong hand of the handsome young Master, Eva began to wail, “Sir Mike pleasseeeee?”

“Please what slut?” Sir Mike teased as he throttled her cunt harder and harder.

“Please, please Sir Mike?”

Sir Mike doubled his efforts then and as he pounded her cunt faster and faster he growled, “Beg sweetly girl. What exactly do you want?”

“Oh please Sir Mike,” she wept. As he slammed his fingers into her deeper and deeper he rubbed her clit harder and faster making her cry out again, “Please, please, please, fuck me Sir Mike. Please fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me hard. Make me cum Sir Mike. Please make me cum.”

He suddenly karabük escort stopped all movement in her cunt and she began to cry as she tried to fuck his hand again. But he shoved his fingers into her hard and held her clit tightly as he pressed all his weight onto her pussy forcing her to stop moving. She drew in a sharp breath as she began to sob.

“What was that bitch?”

Eva sobbed desperately as she tried in vain to move and wiggle against him. “Please Sir Mike, ” she wept. “Pleaseeeeee!!!”

“Please what little one?”

“Please fuck me. Please make me cum,” she whined as she dug her fingernails into the carpet beneath her. She was in misery needing release. Then she suddenly remembered what her Sir had said.

“Sir Mike please fuck me again. Please make me cum,” she cried out sweetly. “I beg of you Sir, please? I beg you … Pleeaassseee!!!” and before she could finish Sir Mike shoved his fingers in and out of her cunt hard and deep and fast, making her squeal, “Please, please fuck me. I beg you Sir please may I cum? Please?”

Without answering Sir Mike slammed and pounded and fucked the distraught slave over and over until finally she shrieked, “PLEASE MAY I CUM SIR MIKE? PLEASE????” Oh, would he never give her release? She knew not to cum without his permission but she was so hot she didn’t know if she could hold it, and she started to cry.

Then right in the middle of fucking her cunt good and hard he abruptly stopped all movement. And then he bent his fingers up, pressing them against Eva’s g-spot at the back of her pelvic bone, and behind her clit. Then he rubbed her clit hard and fast manipulating her g-spot at the same time.

And as Eva began to squeal and cry, rolling her head back and forth in frustration she heard the most beautiful sound as Sir Mike grabbed her hair hard with his free hand and said quietly, “Cum slut.”

“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Aaiiieeeee!!!” Eva cried out as her pussy twitched and jerked, and then a hot river of cum flowed again and again, soaking Sir Mike’s hand and the carpet beneath her.

“Wow! Dan my man, I must say your strayangel is definitely slave hot and beyond,” chuckled Sir Mike as he released Eva.

Still shuddering and shaking as her rolling orgasm began to subside, Eva looked up at her Dominant. He immediately stooped down and gathered her limp body into his arms. And as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face he kissed her lips. And then he tenderly pressed his cheek against hers and murmured, “I am so proud of you my Pet.”

… to be continued.

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It was time for my slave to learn just what that word meant. She was still excited by being told what to do and by the nasty things I forced on her. But this was all in the privacy of my home where no one else knew what she was really like.

I had some of the guys over today and that would change. The four of us were sitting around the TV watching the game when I said, “Hey babe, come here a sec.”

None of the guys had seen her yet. They knew my lifestyle, so they didn’t ask much about the women. They just enjoyed the stories. Who knows, maybe I just wanted to prove to the guys that I wasn’t full of shit with the stories. Whatever. After today, there would be no question as to how true my stories were.

All three of them stared when she walked in. All 5’3″ and 120 pounds of her. Of course a good portion of that weight was in her 38DD tits. She was wearing a pair of workout pants that hugged her magnificent ass beautifully. She came up to my chair and stood between the guys and me looking at me intently with her green eyes. We’d had company over several times in the three weeks she’d been staying here so she had no reason to suspect anything.

I said, loudly enough for everyone to hear me, “Get on you knees and suck my cock, Slut.”

She had exactly the reaction I expected; hoped for even. She just stared at me. She knew she was to obey anything I said, anytime I said it. She just assumed we’d be alone at those times. The shock on her face was classic. Knowing what I was putting her through right now made me almost drunk with üsküdar escort power.

“Did you not hear me, Slut?” I said even more forcefully than before.

“I … I … but …”

“But what?” I said, now having everyone’s undivided attention.

I leaped out of the chair and grabbed both of her arms, pinning them behind her and holding them with my right hand while I wriggled her pants down to her knees with my left. I turned her to face the guys and let her arms go to get both hands underneath her sports bra and pop her tits out the bottom of it.

“Apparently you think you only have to obey me when you feel like it, you fucking slut. So I guess you need a lesson.”

She tried to cover herself with her hands in front of these complete strangers. I grabbed a handful of her short black hair and jerked her sideways just enough to get both of her hands up grabbing my wrist.

“You remember our arrangement, don’t you, Slut? You obey or you leave. Now what’s it going to be?”

“I’ll obey,” She said in a weak little voice. “You’ll obey, what?” I hissed in her face.

“I”ll obey you, Master,” she said fighting back the tears.

“Good. Now take your clothes off, look at the guys and tell them what you are,” I said as I let go of her hair.

She quickly got out of her clothes and shot me a scared look before turning back to our guests.

“I’m a filthy fucking cumslut who has to be told what to do by my master.”

“That’s a good start,” I said. gaziemir escort “Now on to your punishment.”

She gave me a horrified look. “Buy why, Master?”

“Did you suck my cock when I told you to.”

“No, Master.”

“So?”

“I deserve to be punished.”

“Why.”

“Because I’m a disobedient slut.”

I turned her around and put her on all fours in the middle of the room with her cunt on display for the guys and said to them, “All right, guys, turn this fucking whore’s ass red. Use your hands or your belts, whatever makes you happy. And feel free to pinch her nipples and pull her hair, too. She’s a fucking slut. Treat her like one.”

The three of them looked at each other for a moment before the one in the middle hopped up and smacked her ass hard enough for her to rock forward. Then he started smacking both her cheeks with a steady rhythm. After a minute of this I told him to move around in front of her and ask her what she wanted.

“Thank you for punishing me. Can I please suck your fucking dick? Please?” she said.

I looked at the other two and said, “See how this works?”

“Fuck yeah!” was the response as one of them took off his belt and went after her ass with it and the other went straight for her tits, squeezing her nipples so hard she said “ow, ow, ow” around the cock she was sucking.

I told the guys to have fun, but not to cum yet. So the one with the belt made his way around to her mouth. She grabbed the cock sancaktepe escort she was sucking with her left hand and jerked him while she sucked the second guy. And the one that was working on her tits moved back to her ass and stuck his thumb and three fingers in her cunt. He said, “This fucking whore is actually enjoying this … she’s soaking wet!”

Then he took his fingers out of her cunt and stuck his thumb all the way up her ass. She ended up deep throating the dick in her mouth as she gasped at the sudden violation. The third guy just laughed as he jammed his fingers back in her pussy and worked them together against the thin layer between her pussy and her asshole. Finally, he moved around while she got dick number two in her right hand. Guy number three made her lick his fingers clean before he shoved his dick in her mouth, grabbed both sides of her head and forced her face up and down his cock until she had the whole thing in her mouth and he told her to stick our her tongue and lick his balls.

It was pretty obvious the guys were ready, so I told the slut to sit back on her haunches and told the guys to spray her with cum all over her face and tits. And like a good little slut, she just sat there and took it.

As the guys were getting dressed, I told her she wasn’t done yet. That she was to go outside the door of the apartment, bend over, grab the rail and thank the guys, individually, as they left, for treating her like the fucking slut she is.

“And it better be loud enough for people to hear,” I said.

All three of the guys gave her one last hard smack on their way out the door as she repeated what I’d told her to say.

Finally I told her she could come back in. She asked if she could take a shower.

I said, “No. I just ordered a pizza and you’ll be answering the door exactly as you are now.”

That should keep her from getting too complacent.

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I awoke that morning on the floor, naked, my wrists and ankles bound with rope and my exposed sex wet and swollen.

I wanted a nice, hot bath to sooth my aching muscles. I wanted to rub the sleepy dirt out of my eyes. I wanted to masturbate furiously so I could get rid of the urgent, throbbing, insistent need between my legs.

Of course I was denied all of these things. Gretchen had robbed me of the ability to satisfy even the most basic of my physical needs. Somewhere in the back of my mind was a voice that whispered to me and told me that I had always craved this sense of helplessness and was just too afraid to ask for it.

I tried to ignore the voice by struggling against the ropes that bound me. The ropes were tight and scratchy, and it hurt my wrists and ankles to pull against them, but the pain was a welcome alternative to thinking about how I might actually enjoy being helpless and publicly humiliated.

“Well, look who’s awake,” I heard Gretchen’s familiar voice say from only a few feet away. “I’ve been awake for almost two hours.”

I looked up and caught a glimpse of my girlfriend. Oops! I’m not supposed to call her that anymore. I caught a glimpse of my owner. This whole week I’m her property. It’s all nice and legal according to Sessian law.

I couldn’t get a good look at her since I was bound on the floor, but I could see she was already dressed. “It took forever to fall asleep last night,” I said in a sad voice that I hoped would elicit sympathy. “It’s hard to fall asleep in a position like this. My quadriceps and lower back were sore all night. They still are.”

“Yes,” Gretchen agreed. “They would be.”

She knelt down and gave me a wicked smile. Then she slowly ran a finger from my breastbone to my pelvis, stopping just before she reached my pussy. I reflexively flinched.

“You look so helpless and vulnerable in this position,” Gretchen informed me in a soft purring voice. “And that look on your face…”

Gretchen didn’t elaborate, but I assumed that the look on my face was a look of misery or fear. Was that how Gretchen wanted me to look? Did she find that arousing? This was all new and scary territory for me. I’d never seen this side of Gretchen before.

She kissed me gently on the forehead, then stood up. “We’ve got a big day ahead of us,” Gretchen said, suddenly all business. “These women will clean you up and get you presentable before we go out into public.”

“Women?” I asked, straining my neck to look up and see as much of the room as possible.

Four women in maid’s uniforms closed in on me. They were very businesslike and proceeded to take charge of me with minimal conversation and maximum efficiency. First they untied me and then they forced me to stand up and walk to the restroom. They seemed not notice or care that my muscles were sore from being tied up all night, and my pleas for patience were ignored.

Gretchen stood in the bathroom doorway and spoke to them in Italian. I couldn’t understand a word they were saying, but I got the impression that it was some sort of instructions or orders. The oldest of the maids responded in Italian in a way that sounded very obedient yet unenthusiastic.

One of the younger maids filled the bathtub with warm water while the two tallest of the maids held onto my arms. Perhaps this was to keep me from attempting to escape. Or perhaps it was to keep me from falling down. My legs were weak from the way they were tied far apart all night and I welcomed the support they gave me.

They ordered me around in Italian and rapidly became impatient when I failed to follow their instructions right away. I was ordered to step into the tub when it was halfway filled with water and ordered to move this way and that so that they could lather, scrub and dry various parts of my body.

They were more gentle than Gretchen had been, but in some ways this was worse than being washed by Gretchen.

Eventually I realized why this was worse. In our society maids are considered one of the lowest of the low. Normally they’re invisible. People never notice them in hotels. They just put a sign on their door when they want their room cleaned and go out for the day. When people return to their rooms the room is clean as if by magic. Maids are necessary, but nobody ever talks to them or acknowledges their existence.

However Gretchen had turned me over to this quartet of unsmiling women so that they could wash my naked body, dry my naked body, wash and style my hair, brush my teeth and apply my makeup. To make matters worse they eventually gave up on giving me verbal instructions and just grabbed, pushed or pulled to get me to cooperate with their tasks. It was almost like they were grooming an animal.

When it was time to get out of the tub strong hands simply grabbed me by the arms and the hair and forced me to stand up and step out of the tub. Strong hands indicated where to place my hands and my feet while they busied themselves drying my body with a towel. kastamonu escort Strong fingers forced my mouth open so they could brush my teeth.

I allowed myself to be touched, washed, dried, brushed, manipulated and moved about like a pet being groomed and did not complain or resist.

But, of course I really didn’t have a choice anyway. If I resisted, the maids outnumbered me four to one and could easily overpower me. Or Gretchen could call hotel security and have them restrain me. Complaining would do no good. I was officially Gretchen’s property. Everything she had done to me was nice and legal.

When they were finished grooming me, two of the maids grabbed my arms and led me out of the bathroom and out to where Gretchen was standing.

At this point Gretchen was no longer alone in the hotel room. She had apparently ordered room service and a young man in a hotel uniform chatted politely while Gretchen signed for the food and wrote in a tip.

Both Gretchen and the young man paused when I entered and the young man ran his eyes up and down my naked body, making no effort to hide the lust in his eyes. He said something in Italian and everybody in the room laughed at what was certainly a joke at my expense.

My face felt hot and my chest felt tight. It was bad enough when women leered at my naked body, but when the men did it, it was much worse.

The maids shouted commands to me in Italian and when I didn’t obey, they forced my legs apart and yanked my shoulders back. They forced my chin up and made me put my hands behind my neck. They made certain that my knees were straight as well as my spine.

Gretchen walked around and inspected me. She paid special attention to my hair and my makeup. When she was satisfied, she gave the maids some money and sent them on their way. The employee with the food cart was exceedingly slow in leaving and kept giving me lustful looks. I wanted to yell at him and cover my naked body, but I knew that would only earn me more punishments.

Breakfast was a rushed affair as Gretchen had plans and wanted to get out and about as soon as possible. I obeyed Gretchen’s orders and ate as quickly as I could, but then made the mistake of asking for coffee.

“I get coffee,” Gretchen replied, “but slaves take whatever food they are given and are grateful for it. Understand?”

I gave Gretchen a look meant to elicit sympathy and used my most pleading voice. “But Mistress,” I begged, “I always have coffee in the morning! Ever since I was fifteen! There’s no way I can wake up in the morning without it!”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. Gretchen got this sadistic smile on her face and stared at me for a long time without speaking. I knew from her look that something bad was coming.

“I can see we have a problem,” Gretchen finally said in a tone that was disturbingly pleasant.

“I can’t have a sleepy, lethargic slave. I simply must find a way to wake you up in the morning!”

Her words sounded innocent enough and her tone was friendly and pleasant. Only the look on her face indicated that I was in trouble. My heart beat faster and I wanted to run, but where could a slave run to? I was naked and had a slave collar locked around my neck. I wouldn’t get more than a hundred yards before I was captured.

“Ah, I have it!” Gretchen said with exaggerated emoting. “Every morning you shall have a brisk and enthusiastic spanking! It will get your heart beating and make certain that you’re wide awake to start the new day!”

My shoulders slumped in defeat and my head drooped. My bottom was still sore from yesterday’s spanking, but now that I had walked into Gretchen’s trap there was no way out of it. Arguing would just give her an excuse to punish me even further.

I waited for my mistress to give me the order to climb over her lap for my spanking, however it wasn’t to be that simple. Gretchen was in a creative mood and had devised something far more humiliating.

I nervously waited for Gretchen’s next orders, however instead of ordering me over her lap she grabbed some hotel stationary and began to write.

I hadn’t been a slave for long, but I knew better than to interrupt my mistress while she went about her business. I quietly waited for my mistress to tell me what her plans were and stood very still with my hands at my sides.

When she was done writing, she folded up her page and stuffed it into an envelope. She sealed the envelope and handed it to me. I obediently accepted what my mistress gave me, still with no idea the implications of what this meant for me.

“Okay, Slave,” Gretchen said, still smiling, “you are to take this envelope down to the lobby without opening it. You are to choose a person from the lobby and hand the envelope to them. Wait for them to read it, and then you are to follow any orders that they give you.”

I looked at the envelope in my hand as if it were a poisonous kayseri escort reptile. I now had a very good idea what Gretchen had written in her note and wasn’t looking forward to handing it to anyone. I tried to think of a way out of the predicament I was in, but no solution came to mind.

“You’re dawdling, Slave,” Gretchen said in a lecturing tone. “When I give an order, I expect it to be carried out quickly”.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “Sorry, Mistress!”

I backed out of our hotel room and bumped into a young, married couple as I awkwardly backed into the hallway. “Oh my lord,” the man exclaimed. “She’s not wearing a stitch,” his wife added.

The husband blushed and the wife had a shocked look on her face. Her eyes went wide and her mouth made a perfect “O” shape. I took a step back and touched the slave collar around my neck.

“I-I’m not allowed to wear clothing,” I said nervously, embarrassed to have to explain my unfortunate position. “I’m a slave.”

“Certainly not!” the wife exclaimed, apparently ignorant of Sessian law. She and her husband were both tourists from the U.K. and were shocked to find that slavery was legal in Sessia.

I let both of them read the tag on my slave collar, but they still looked in shock when they finally went back to their room.

The commotion had caught people’s attention and at least seven people came out of their rooms to get a good look at the naked girl. I wanted to make an angry, sarcastic comment and make them stop staring at my naked body, but slaves do not do such things. Instead I walked my naked ass to the elevators as quickly as I could without seeming like I was running away.

Like an idiot, I assumed that the elevator would provide me with protection and privacy and hide my nudity from the public.

How wrong I was.

When the elevator doors slid open, I was greeted with the shocked expressions on the faces of five passengers. For a few seconds I just stood there, uncertain if I should step into the crowded elevator car or not. Were the five people in this elevator car worse than the perverts in the hall?

I was frozen with indecision and probably would have remained that way until the elevator doors closed, but somebody in the hallway snuck up behind me and pinched me on the bottom.

It was so sudden and so unexpected, that I gasped and jumped forward. I placed one hand over my buttocks to protect it (illegal by Sessian law) and turned my head to see who had pinched me, but the elevator doors had already started to close and I only got a glimpse of dark blue fabric. I couldn’t even tell if the pincher was male or female. By jumping forward as I did, I ended up pressed into one of the other passengers on the elevator. “Sorry,” I said weakly after bumping into him. “Somebody pinched my bottom, and I just sort of … overreacted.”

The young man had wrapped his arms around me when he and I impacted. That was a normal and reflexive thing to do in order to keep his balance, but now that the initial impact was over the polite thing to do would be to let go of me.

It took me a second to realize that I was a naked girl in a man’s arms, and that men are not known for quickly or easily giving up a prize like a naked woman.

Of course as a slave I had no right to ask him to let me go or to try and squirm out of his grasp. Luckily for me, a form, confident female voice rang out and said, “Eric, a proper gentleman would let go of that girl right now.”

“Yes, of course, Mother,” replied Eric as he took his hands off of me and stepped back a few inches. He affected a look with his face and body language that seemed to say, “I wasn’t thinking any improper thoughts! I am always a proper and innocent British gentleman! Really!”

Eric’s mother was middle aged and was visibly blushing at the sight of my nudity. Obviously not used to seeing naked people in public, she was still trying to maintain as much order and dignity for her family as possible.

With some difficulty Eric’s mother removed her overcoat and tried to offer it to me. “Put this on, Dear,” she said. I don’t imagine you’re overly comfortable with every soul in this hotel seeing you naked.”

My first instinct was to accept her kind offer, but as a slave I would have gotten into a great deal of trouble for wearing any clothing at all. So, with much reluctance I was forced to very politely decline her offer.

This created some confusion, and I ended up having to explain to Eric’s mother, father and sister (the elevator was rather crowded with all five of us in there by the way) about slavery in Sessia and how it was illegal for slaves to wear clothing of any kind.

When the elevator reached the lobby level, the whole family got out with me. The mother led her son and husband away from me (must keep the boys away from the naughty naked lady), but the daughter still had questions for me and the mother seemed to think it was acceptable kıbrıs escort if it was just the two of us. After all girls don’t lust after other girls, do they? Why, she could even act as my protector if any lustful males came sniffing about, couldn’t she?

I answered the teenage daughter’s questions as politely and accurately as I could, however I soon noticed signs that her interest in me wasn’t purely scholarly.

She held the lock on my slave collar to see how securely it was attached and confirmed that it couldn’t be removed without a key. Then she checked the tag on my slave collar and read it at least three times. Finally she pulled out a pen and a scrap of paper and wrote down all the information off of my tag.

“What’s a good time to call?” she asked, licking her lips and giving me a seductive look after placing her pen and paper back in her purse.

It wasn’t until after she gave me that look that I realized how attractive she was. She was very slender, but still had girlish curves in all the right places. She was my height (which made her pretty tall) and had a very cute face with full lips, a tiny delicate nose and high cheek bones. Her eyes were a deep, deep blue and her hair was a golden blonde. And it was styled by somebody who knew what they were doing. It was long and wavy, but in an expertly styled way. Somebody went to a lot of trouble to make that hair look good.

“What’s a good time to call?” she repeated. This time her voice was louder and more insistent.

I had been so surprised by her question and caught up on a wave of instant attraction that my mouth just couldn’t/wouldn’t work for a few seconds. Also, I had no idea at first that this girl was a lesbian. Did her mother know? Did she even suspect?

No. She had been very definite about keeping her son and husband from making ogling me or touching me in any way. If she knew there was even the slightest possibility of her daughter having a sexual interest in me, she would have kept her daughter away too.

“Time,” I said, my mouth suddenly very dry. “I’m not sure. My owner is taking me to the punishment park today. I’m not sure what time we’ll be getting back.”

I was actually shaking slightly in anticipation. I was hoping to see this girl again very soon … without her family impeding things.

“Gretchen Starke? That’s your owner?” she asked.

I nodded my head in agreement.

“I’ll be calling,” she said, and she kissed me on the forehead. “Now, I must be going. If I don’t catch up, Mother will be getting suspicious.”

She rapidly made her way across the lobby and disappeared. I was sad to see her go, but I looked forward to meeting up with her again. She was one of the most attractive women I’d ever met and the sound of her voice was just so somehow sexually suggestive and proper at the same time. It was a British thing I suppose.

So infatuated was I by this blonde, British girl that I totally forgot about the envelope in my hand. I had to give it to somebody and I had now lost the opportunity to give it to a girl who was both gorgeous and had a definite sexual interest in me.

Mentally kicking myself, I shifted my weight from one foot to another and looked around the lobby for another candidate to give the envelope to. The lobby was filled mostly with men. I saw a hotel security guard, a bellhop, a front desk clerk and several male guests, but at the moment it looked as if I was the only female in the lobby.

Then, suddenly I saw a woman dressed in corporate attire come out and speak to the front desk clerk. She handed him some files and they chatted for about a minute, before she walked away. She was headed for an “employees only” area, so I had to move fast.

I made my way up to the front desk as quickly as I could and tried not to look desperate. “Excuse me,” I said just as she was opening the door that would take her from the hotel lobby.

“Yes?” she asked in a polite, professional tone, “What can I do for you?”

She wasn’t as attractive as the blonde girl, and her body language and facial expression indicated that she was only helping me because it was part of her job to help guests of the hotel, but she was female, and there was no way that I wanted a man putting me over his lap or spanking my naked ass. And I was pretty certain that Gretchen’s letter was all about me being spanked … or possibly something even worse.

I nervously handed her the envelope, and with some difficulty forced the words out of my mouth. “My mistress says I need to give this to somebody in the hotel lobby.”

The woman took the envelope and reached in a drawer for a letter opener. “I don’t actually work in the lobby,” the woman informed me. “I work in the back, in accounting. I could give this to one of the lobby staff if you’d like.”

I looked around the lobby and saw only male faces. Several of them were giving me lustful smirks. No way did I want to give this envelope to any of them.

“Please, just read it,” I said, desperately. “My Mistress said I could choose the person I gave it to, and I really don’t want to give this to anybody … male.”

She gave me a suspicious look, but silently took the letter from the envelope and read it.

Then she looked at me and read the letter again.

“You’re sure you want me to do this?” she asked.

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This is a continuation of Ginny’s Auction. I suggest you read Part 1 first. Unlike the first part, Ginny will be the narrator in this story since she was there and I, Mike her husband, was not. This is what was related to me by her after she was returned from her 45 hours of sex slavery.

*****

Waiting for Ginny’s return was nerve wracking. Despite all the checking done by Jonathan, the chance that Ginny could be harmed, well beyond her fantasy, played in my mind. But a few minutes before the 6:00 pm deadline, a car pulled into the catering hall lot.

The driver’s door opened and Robert George, half of the winning bidders, got out. When the door opened, I could see three people inside. Robert came up to me and extended his hand.

“You are a very lucky man. Ginny was, well, I can’t find the words. She is fine. Ellen and Michelle are getting her ready. Ellen thought we should return her to you the way we took her.” Robert kept shaking my hand. Ellen got of the car holding a thin silver chain that connected to a bulldog clip attached to one of Ginny’s pussy lips. Ginny’s hands were cuffed behind her head attached to a leather collar. She also had clips, attached by a chain, on each of her nipples.

I asked who the girl was that Robert called Michelle.

“Oh, sorry. That’s our daughter. Long story that I’m sure Ginny will tell you about.” Michelle then got out of the car and I could see she was naked as well, but not bound.

Ellen was leading Ginny toward me and when she got to me she handed me the leash that was attached to Ginny’s pussy.

“There you are. She was excellent and we hope that if she decides to be auctioned off, or just be a slave again you would call us.” Ellen then kissed Ginny goodbye and they returned to their car and drove off.

I began to undue the clip from Ginny’s pussy and she winced when it was removed. I undid her hands from the collar but she stopped me from removing the collar.

“I’d like to wear it home, if I could, and nothing else.”

We walked to our car where we hugged and shared a long kiss.

“You are going to tell me everything,” I said

“Yes, everything,” Ginny said.

As we drove home, I noticed that Ginny sat with her legs spread. Her nudity not effecting her at all. I pulled into the garage shut the door and helped Ginny into the house. Looking at her ass, there were some fading marks but nothing serious.

“Wine?”

“Yes, please.”

We sat in the living room and I reminded Ginny of her promise to tell me what had happened during her slavery. This is what she told me.

Ginny’s Story

After Jonathan said “sold” my heart began to race. When he handed my pussy leash to Robert I was scared but so turned on. When you and Jonathan left the room, Robert pulled on the leash and Ellen slapped my butt and we walked to side door and out to their car. Robert drove and I was in the back seat with Ellen, who had removed the pussy leash but I still had my hands behind my head locked to my collar.

Ellen told me that whenever we were sitting, I had to keep my legs spread. I spread my legs and she dipped two fingers in and told Robert how wet I was. She then said that whenever I was addressed as Ginny, they were talking to me; wanting my opinion or answer. If I was addressed as “slave” I was to do as I was told provided that it did not exceed the established limits. She asked if understood and I said yes. Ellen corrected me and said, “Yes Mistress.” I repeated, “Yes, Mistress. Ellen said that I would address Robert as Master. I said “I understand, Mistress.”

Ellen then asked me as Ginny, if I had children and I said no but one day we hoped to have a family. Ellen said she and Robert had one child, a daughter Michelle 19, who was away at college.

“Or not,” I interrupted.

Ginny said that she would fill me in on that as she continued with her recollection of events.

When we got to their house, I was led through the garage directly to this really amazing basement. One half looked like a well equipped rec room. But, behind a locked panel that Robert opened, was a dungeon. There was an x shaped cross, a padded bench, chains and cuffs hanging from the ceiling and all kinds of implements hanging on the walls or on shelves. I thought how many of these things would be used on me or in me in the next two days.

Robert was wasting no time. He was taking off his clothes and sat in a leather chair. Ellen was undoing my hands from the collar and I rubbed my arms to get the feeling back. Ellen then cuffed my hands behind my back and pushed my onto my knees. She said that I should know what to do. I crawled toward Robert and took his cock in my mouth and begin to suck and lick him.

Ellen then said that she was only submissive to Robert, who was dominant. Ellen, however, was also a Dom, but only let her sub side come out in order to please Robert. So, this weekend, you will be the slave.

As she talked, I kept on sucking. As Robert bahçelievler escort began to groan and his orgasm was close, Ellen said that to get all his come in my mouth but don’t swallow until you show me his cum. Robert began to thrust his cock into my throat as his cum began to squirt into my mouth. Some went down my throat but I captured most in my mouth. Ellen had me tilt my head back and open my mouth. Then she told me to swallow. I did.

“Clean his cock,” Ellen said. I took him in my mouth and cleaned him off.

As I was finishing Robert, Ellen was undressing. She sat next to Robert and spread her legs. She had about a one inch strip of pubic hair but her lips were bare as I sidled over to her and lowered my head into her pussy. Robert began to stroke my ass as I ate Helen out. She must have been excited because it seemed as if she came in no time. I continued to lick as Robert was fingering my pussy. He stopped long enough to grab me by the hair and force my mouth back on his cock. As I began to suck on him again I thought I would have to do something unique to get him hard that quickly so I began to lick his balls and the underside of his cock. Ellen was now behind me as I sucked Robert. She began to spank me, not hard at first, as I sucked. Robert was getting hard and Ellen kept spanking as Robert told me to climb on his cock. Ellen stopped as I climbed on his cock and lowered myself down until he was all the way in.

I rode his cock and Ellen said that she was amazed Robert had gotten hard. She was even more amazed when he came a second time. I rubbed Robert’s cock with my pussy until he slid out as his cum dripped out. Ellen pulled me off and buried her face in my pussy. She at up the small amount of cum quickly but kept on licking me until I was bucking in her face with a really good cum! Funny, I thought that I was supposed to be the slave.

After we recovered, Robert got us some wine and went over the rules they wanted me to follow.

“The first rule will be easy because you don’t have any clothes so no matter who is here, we want you naked. You are to service us or our guests in any way they wish. The limits and your safe word will be rigidly followed. We will punish any disobedience but we want you to be aware that you will be doing things that you have never done before and you may not like them but you will do them anyway and do so willingly. If you understand this, slave, crawl over to the bench and wait for Ellen.”

I crawled to the bench. Ellen came over and told me to lay over the middle and spread my legs. I did as I was told and Ellen quickly attached my feet to the supports at the bottom of this bench that was more like a padded saw horse. She then pulled my arms down the front legs and secured my wrists and fastened a strap across my lower back to hold me in place.

Ellen ran her hand over my ass and then began to spank hard enough to have me squirming. When she stopped I could tell she had done a good job because my butt was tingling. She wasn’t done. She walked over to the wall and took down a wide leather strap. She said that I was going to get 12 strokes and to count each one and thank her for strapping me. She began.

“One.Thank you for strapping me,” as the first one landed across both cheeks.

“Two. Thank you for strapping me,” as the second landed a bit lower.

I don’t remember where the others landed but I was howling until I had counted 12 strokes. Ellen put the strap down and picked up a riding crop which she flicked on my pussy a number of times. I am not certain how many times she hit my pussy but I heard Robert say “our slave is really wriggling.”

Ellen stopped and gently rubbed my butt and worked down to my pussy, which was now sore. I moaned but Ellen pushed 3 fingers into me hard. She twisted them around for a bit and I could feel my juices covering her fingers. She brought me close to second orgasm and then withdrew her fingers. She started to probe my asshole and was able to put a finger in all the way. Robert got up and brought her some lube which she generously applied to my ass. She took a medium butt plug and held it up to my face.

“You will keep this in all night, do you understand, slave?”

I answered, “Yes Mistress.”

Ellen pushed the plug all the way in with one push.

I was uncuffed from the bench and taken upstairs. In their bedroom I slept between the two of them, occasionally being touched by one or the other.

Robert woke me the next morning. He wanted me to follow him into the bathroom. He told me to kneel in the tub and I did. He held his cock in his hand and aimed toward my face. Mike, I don’t know why but I was so believing that I was his slave that I did what I thought I should do. I opened my mouth as he began to piss. I took as much as I could I my mouth and as bitter as it was I swallowed. He kept aiming his piss on my face and when I had swallowed I opened my mouth bağcılar escort again and took whatever he had left and swallowed that, too. He stuck his cock in my mouth when he was through and I sucked him until he came, taken all his cum down my throat. He told me to remove my butt plug and to shower. He then left.

“That was some show!”

Ellen had come into the bathroom. I thought she would want to pee in my mouth, too, but I was only half right. She sat on the toilet to pee and when she was finished she ordered me to crawl out of the tub and lick her clean. I complied. Ellen waited in the bathroom while I showered and dried myself.

Ellen told me to follow her into the bedroom. Still naked, she touched me on the shoulder and said “Ginny.” I knew she wanted to talk with me and not slave.

“You are really into this, aren’t you?”

I thought for a moment and said to her that during the auction I was scared but that once the auction was over I began to drift into what my husband calls subspace. I was a slave and I had hoped that you and Robert would follow the rules and though I may not like or want to do everything you make me do, I will do it. I’ve never done what we just did but, it is sort of funny, I knew what was expected of me. God, it was kinky.

Ellen said that Robert was downstairs making the final arrangements for this afternoon. We’ve invited four people over, so you will be busy. Not a great deal of pain, I don’t think, but you will be stretched. Tonight will be just the three of us. Ellen got up and said, “Slave, time to eat.”

We went down to eat. When we’re finished, Robert told me to go back to the bathroom. He said that Ellen would set up enemas in order to insure that I had a cleaned out ass. Robert said it was going to get a workout and needed to be clean. After eating some fruit and pastry Ellen put on my nipple clips and led me upstairs into their bathroom. She told me to spread a towel on the floor and told me to kneel down, face down ass up. I did as I was told while Ellen filled an enema bag with water and something else that I couldn’t see. Once filled she hung the bag on the shower and eased the tube in. In didn’t hurt until she released the valve and the liquid started to flow. As my belly began to swell, the discomfort rose until I begged Ellen to stop. She said just a little more and removed the nozzle but quickly inserted the butt plug to stop any leaking.

Ellen repeated the process twice. Each time she used a larger plug to stop the flow. After the third enema I was passing clean water and Ellen put lube in my ass. She touched my shoulder and said, “This will help, Ginny.”

Ellen finished up and we returned to their living room. Robert said that he had invited two couples over. They were friends and they had been made aware that I was going to bid on a sex slave. I said that if I won, I would be a good friend and share. You will obey them as you would Ellen or me. I answered, “Yes, Master.”

“Do you want to continue or do you want to go to bed?” Mike asked me.

“I would like another glass of wine and to continue as I have so much more to tell you,” I said

Mike got us wine and I continued.

It was early afternoon when the guests arrived. Both couples were in their late 40’s, about the same ages as Ellen and Robert. I was told to go down to the playroom dungeon. Before I did, Ellen had me stand and put on my wrists in the cuffs and attached them to the collar. Ellen told me to keep my elbows back so that my tits thrust forward. Robert was now in front of me attaching the nipple clips. Helping me stand, Robert slapped and squeezed my ass and sent me downstairs. Robert said that I would find a mattress on the floor and that I should kneel on that. I asked if I should have my head down and ass up but Robert said just to kneel.

Robert and Ellen brought the guests downstairs. Stuart was a good looking man, tall with grey hair and Marlene was introduced as his wife. She was blonde, a bit busty and not as tall as me. When she was introduced she said hello slave and pulled on the chain that connected the nipple clips. I sucked in my breath as she pulled and she looked deep into my eyes. I wondered what she saw?

The second couple was Steven and Kelly. Kelly was cute with short red hair. She was wearing a short skirt that showed a pair of nice legs. I was jealous.

“Hey,” Mike said. “You have great legs.”

“Aww.Thanks, sweetheart.”

Steven was medium build and good looking. Now, Robert took over.

You know I have purchased Ginny here as a sex slave for the weekend. I have explained to you her limits and you have agreed to follow them. So, she is to be called slave. Slave, go to each guest and great them in the proper manner. Ellen unhooked my cuffs from the collar and I crawled toward Stuart. I lowered his fly and reached in for his cock. Nice one I thought. I worked his cock into my mouth and ümraniye escort began to suck him off. All Stuart could do was say oh my and in a minute or two I had him pumping his load into my mouth. All the others were getting undressed and Marlene was laying on the mattress with her legs spread. She had a very hairy bush so I moved as much as I could and brought my tongue down on her slit. As I was doing her, I felt a hand rubbing my pussy. I didn’t know who it was but it felt wonderful.

Marlene was bucking her hips and one of the women was stuffing my pussy with her fingers. Marlene grabbed the back of my head and held my face on her clit until she came. My secret tormentor now had four fingers in my pussy, when I heard Robert say, now Kelly, don’t stretch her out two much. You know what’s coming. Kelly giggled and with a wet squelching sound she withdrew with a slap on my ass. That meant that Kelly or Steven was next. Steven told Kelly to have her fun. I told you that Kelly was a red head but you couldn’t tell by her pussy because it was as bare and smooth as mine.

Kelly was, as I would learn, a bit of a wild one. She didn’t lay down in front of me. She went to the wall and took down a harness which she stepped into and attached a long rubber cock to the harness.

“This will loosen her up,” she said and she told me to kneel on the mattress with my head down and my ass up in the air. She stuck one then two fingers in my ass and remarked to Ellen that she had lubed me good. She said to get ready and I could feel the tip of the dildo, which had to be 7 or 8 inches long, touch the opening of my ass. Kelly’s method of insertion was push I an inch or two then back and then thrust forward another inch. The lube made the process easy, and Mike, she was in to the hilt in mere minutes. She reached under me and found my clit while she was all the way in my ass. I came hard. Kelly stroked my ass as I came down from my cumming and said my turn, and withdrew from my ass and then undid her harness, handing it to Ellen. Kelly grabbed her legs behind her knees and lifted so I had complete access to her pussy. She told me to lick her asshole first and then make her cum. Being the good slave, I did as I was told.

Steven came up to me and pushed his cock in my mouth. He was already hard and he was squirting large amounts of cum into my mouth in no time.

Ellen came up to me and put her hand on my shoulder and said that the guests had questions and would I please answer them. I said that I would. The questions were what I expected. Was I doing this consensually. Yes. Was my husband forcing me to do this? No, he supported my decision to indulge this fantasy. Do you like being naked in front of people? Yes. Do you know what is going to happen next? I had an idea.

Ellen then said,”Slave, stand up. Leading me over to the cross she fastened my hands upward to the top portion of the x and spread my ankles to the bottom portion.

Ellen invited the ladies over and said, “Remember, no lasting marks but a red ass and thighs is perfectly acceptable. Ellen took a small leather paddle and went to work on my ass. Kelly had a crop and was flicking my pussy between the strokes from Ellen. Marlene had a wooden sorority paddle and she wanted the two women out of the way as she gave me six hard swats across my ass. When she was done, Ellen continued with her paddling and Kelly with her pussy whipping. Mike, I lost it. I screamed!

But my screams were drowned out by the shouts of someone’s voice that I didn’t recognize.

“Mom, what are you doing!”

I couldn’t see but Ellen was running to the stairs and Kelly and Marlene were standing trying to cover themselves. Robert swore. The others were now wondering what to do. But Robert took control. He said Ellen will handle it.

“I brought you here to share our slave so let’s do that. Meredith is old enough to know. Ellen will explain.

Robert told Kelly and Marlene to unhook me from the x-frame.

I heard Robert say, “I know I’m in her ass, who wants what?”

Steven said pussy, and Stuart said, “I guess that leaves her mouth.”

Steven laid down on the mattress. I didn’t have to do anything since his cock was already hard. I climb on and slid down the length of his shaft. When it was all the way in, Kelly pushed me forward and reapplied lube to my asshole. Robert got behind me and began to push his cock into my ass, eventually getting all the way in. It hurt but I was going to do this. Stuart stood to the side of Steven’s head and placed his cock by my mouth. I opened and let him slide in gagging as he forced his cock down my throat.

Obviously, the feeling was overwhelming. I never had that much cock in me. The gagging from the cock in my mouth eased as did the pain Robert’s cock was causing in my asshole. But the footsteps coming down to the playroom had everyone’s attention.

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Ellen said, “Michelle wants to watch.” And watch she did as her father grunted as he pushed his cock all the way ii and then almost all the way out. Stuart was cumming and as he did he said don’t swallow. He wanted me to show Michelle the come in my mouth. I did as I was told and showed Michelle the cum I had collected in my mouth. Robert came in my ass and as he pulled out, some cum leaked out. Having me to himself, Steven was cumming with some final thrusts.

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