Acceptance. Peace. Fulfillment. Pleasure.

A month ago, Elaida would never have known that that was what she would feel as her lips slid up and down the cock in the Endurance Room, in perfect unison with the green line. An hour of 100% accuracy was now required to complete the stage, the time requirement having been gradually increased from the 30 minutes required previously. She might be on her way to her first ever flawless hour-long completion today.

For the first couple of weeks in training, she had sobbed with fear at the mere sight of the dreaded room. Now, she found she almost looked forward to it. The warm girth filling her mouth, the ridges sliding past her lips. It brought her to a place of calm, a place where all her thoughts fled her.

A place where she had cum, over and over and over again.

She had been permanently stuffed in all three of her orifices for the past week. During the day, she wore a chastity belt with dildos attached, keeping her pussy and ass comfortably full, and only removed if a particular Room required access. (There were no toilet routines or needs coded into Experiment 239 – they were deemed simply irrelevant to the training.) At night, of course, there were the intruders that activated once she lay down on her bunk – that particular routine hadn’t changed, and its familiarity now felt like a safe haven to her.

When not receiving Endurance training, a penis gag with a hole in the middle filled Elaida’s mouth. The initial gag at the start of the week was 1.75 inches in diameter and 2.5 inches in length – relatively comfortable for long-term wear, but it increased gradually each day. Today’s gag was sufficiently long to push gently against the back of her mouth – once upon a time that would have made her retch, but now she barely noticed it. She was no longer sent to the Beginners’ mess hall for her daily feeds, but rather went to a different one for Intermediates, where the hole at the front of the gag could connect to a machine that dispensed her feed.

No longer did she repeat her name to herself in the dark silence of her room at night, to lull herself to sleep. No longer did she hold it close to herself as a precious gem, this last thread of connection to her old life. She still remembered it, but it wasn’t as important to her anymore. It wasn’t the mental sword it used to be, that she relied on to prove that they couldn’t take everything from her.

Now she believed that they could, if they wanted to. She was completely and utterly in their power – her body and mind both belonged to them. Yet, they let her have this – her name, etched in the deepest recesses of her mind. Oddly, the thought now brought feelings of gratitude and surrender to the fore, instead of fear and anger.

Elaida squeezed her pelvic floor muscles against the shaft within her as her lips worked the fake cock and the clover clamps attached to the wall tugged on her swollen nipples with her movements. She could feel another orgasm coming – she hoped that it wouldn’t distract her too much from following the line.

It didn’t. As her small body shook and quivered with the waves of pleasure enveloping her, and she cried out into the huge phallus in her mouth, her eyes remained on the line. In, hold, out. In, hold, out.

***

“Damn, that must feel good,” Sophie murmured enviously. Like 239, Sophie had a silicone cock deep within her at the moment. Unlike 239, she couldn’t cum from a stationary cock, no matter how hard she squeezed.

Anthony laughed. He was sitting in 239’s control room with his hand on Sophie’s almost-bare thigh. James had gone home early again today – the two of them had the room to themselves. Until anyone else entered, anyway. “You do know that a good blowjob is 20 points, right?” he teased her.

Sophie glanced around apprehensively. “Here? Now?” she questioned, doubt clouding her tone of voice. “That door doesn’t lock, Tony. Besides, I’m pretty sure Mason has cameras in every room of this place.”

“Not unless you want to, of course,” Anthony acceded. Outing herself at work was a limit for Sophie, and one that he respected. He didn’t want to cause any harm to her career or future well being.

Sophie fell silent, watching as 239 cleared the Endurance Room. The girl appeared to be almost sad to be allowed to stand up and leave. It was astonishing. “Huge change in her this week, wasn’t there?”

Anthony nodded his agreement. “I’m surprised, really. I was fully expecting it to take 2 or 3 months for her to reach this stage. Acceptance and consistent subspace usually only kicks in after a month even for the ones who had a complete memory wipe. And they didn’t need to struggle as much bayburt escort with their sense of self.”

“The orgasms must be helping her along,” Sophie chuckled.

He grinned. “Yes, I’ve found that they can be extremely good motivation, mm?”

“Do the others in the simulation really not cum at all?”

Anthony snorted dismissively. “Nope, not at all. With the complete memory wipes mandated by Mason, they lose that ability permanently. He thinks pleasure only distracts a slave from serving her Master.” His tone of voice made it quite clear what he thought of that belief. “Part of the reason Experiment 239 cost so much was the selection process. We had to find the most orgasmic applicant who also fit the other requirements, then make sure the partial memory wipe removed some of the ability so she had to relearn it in the simulation, while keeping the maximum capability intact. Wasn’t easy. But so worth it.”

Sophie shook her head, laughing softly. “You know – a mere few weeks ago, that would have sounded like hogwash to me. I understand now, though.”

He chuckled as his thumb stroked the inside of her thigh, exploring the boundary where the top of the stocking met bare flesh. “Indeed. I quite miss having you wear that little remote-controlled vibrator, except I know that the you of today would be cumming 10 seconds after I turn it on.”

Their eyes met.

“Tony!!”

“Go put it on. I know you still have it in your bag.”

She squirmed in her seat, inadvertently letting out a little moan. “Tony, I won’t be able to hold it…”

“Orgasms are free until you leave this building. Of course, you are also free to NOT cum, if you’re afraid to be seen doing so.”

She pouted at him, but rose to her feet nevertheless, tugging her pencil skirt down her thighs. “Jesus, that’s bloody sadistic!”

He winked at her. “Just the way you like it. And while you’re in the toilet, tweezer clamps on nipples, please. Do NOT remove the dildo.”

Sophie’s face was flushed when she returned, and he could see her nipples standing at attention, even beneath the material of her shirt and push up bra. She grudgingly seated herself beside him again, folding her arms over her chest.

Anthony gestured towards the screen. “So, here’s the deal. The next time 239 orgasms, I’ll turn it on. For 5 minutes.”

She cursed under her breath.

“Ready? Oh, look, it’s the Caning Room. That one’s new this week.”

Sophie squinted at the screen, her attention riveted in spite of herself. “Do we really need all that faux machinery for a caning?”

“As a matter of fact, yes. It tones the thigh muscles at the same time.” A roguish grin spread across his features, creasing the crows’ feet at the corners of his eyes. “Besides, it’s fun. Watch.”

Sophie saw that 239 was hyperventilating as she was locked into the frame – clearly, she wasn’t quite so used to this one just yet. The girl was standing in a half-squat, her ankles locked into metal cuffs anchored a foot apart on the floor. Instead of the usual armbinder, her wrists were placed on either side of her neck in a contraption that looked much like a portable stockade. The plate anchoring her neck and wrists was hooked up to an extremely intimidating-looking frame.

Once she was secured, two droids bearing canes moved in from either side, stopping just beneath the bound girl’s buttocks. 239 let out a muffled whimper through the penis stuffed in her mouth as the rear of her chastity belt automatically retracted, forming a G-string that fully exposed her round cheeks to their impending fate.

Sophie blinked. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” Anthony beamed. “James really outdid himself on this one.”

“He came up with this?”

Anthony nodded. “I usually give him an outline, but this time it was all his idea. That boy really is getting into his job, huh?”

Sophie laughed uncomfortably. “Umm. I’m not quite sure I want to think about him in that way…”

At that point, the machinery in the room whirred into action. The frame moved downwards, bringing 239 into a full squat with it, and the droids flicked their canes upwards at the same time. 239 screamed through her gag as two pink lines marked her buttocks.

Sophie winced. “Ouch. That sounds pretty brutal.”

Anthony stroked her thigh reassuringly under the table. “The first stroke can often be the hardest, as you might have noticed. We didn’t warm her up – her endorphins aren’t flowing yet. This was done on purpose, actually – pain tolerance is part of Mason’s graduation test, and you can bet that that sonofabitch won’t be warming anyone up.”

Indeed, with bartın escort each pain-seared squat, 239’s screams receded, finally turning into little moans. The cane droids moved slightly after each stroke, rotating through a range of positions that left the girl’s buttocks a somewhat even shade of pink.

Anthony grinned at Sophie. “I think she’s getting close.”

Sophie had completely forgotten about the vibrator nestled against her clit, mesmerized as she was by the spectacle unfolding in front of her. “Oh, fuck…”

True to his word, the vibrator buzzed to life (the bastard had even set it on high) as soon as 239 exploded into her first series of quivering screams.

Sophie didn’t last long – there was no contest, really. She had been on edge for days, and watching the slavegirl on the screen, coupled with the taboo and apprehension of the semi-public situation… The orgasms shattered through her body one by one, leaving her shaking and gasping and gripping her chair until her knuckles turned white. She did her best to stifle her screams, but still they rang out, potentially audible by anyone just outside the door.

Anthony watched her with great amusement, and finally turned the vibrator off after 5 minutes had passed. She gasped for breath, glancing wildly around as she tried to smooth her disheveled hair. “Did anyone come in?”

He chuckled. “No. But if anyone does right now, I would worry less about the hair and more about that skirt if I were you.”

She glanced down at herself. In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t quite realized that the bucking of her hips had raised her skirt a good bit above her pantyline. “Oh, fuck,” she swore in a low voice, tugging the errant hemline down as far as it would go. “Jesus fucking Christ, my panties are soaked through…”

Anthony glanced at his watch. “Yes, I think a change of clothes would be in order.” His voice was similarly low, but the words were succinct. “It’s 6.15. Would you like to head on home first? Take off your blouse and skirt, leave everything else on. I want to see you kneeling in a ring gag with your hands cuffed behind your back, when I walk through the front door.”

She blinked at him, still groggy from the aftereffects of the orgasms.

His eyes narrowed just a touch. “If you’re still here when 239 hits her next orgasm, dear, the vibe will stay on.”

With a little squeal, Sophie leapt to her feet and hurried out of the room. She was walking frog-legged and still a little unsteady, but there was no way in hell she’d survive a second round so soon!

***

Night had fallen, and Anthony and Sophie were both reading side-by-side in her plush king-sized bed. Despite only having been together for a few weeks, it felt almost as if they had known each other for years. Comfortable silence reigned in the room, broken only by the soft pattering of rain outside.

Sophie put her book down, stretched, and smoothed down her dark red curls. “Tony. Are you going to the adults-only company Christmas party?”

Anthony put his own book down, turning to look at her with an eyebrow quirked. “Yes. Are you?”

“Of course.”

Sophie did not follow the sentence up, but he remained quiet, letting her organize her thoughts before she carried on. Finally, she spoke up again. “I thought we could, you know. ‘Come out’ there. Nothing is too risque for that party, after all.”

Both of his eyebrows flew upwards at that. “You… are you sure, Sophie?”

She nodded, turquoise eyes fixed on his with the utmost seriousness. “Yes. I don’t want us to hide any longer, Tony.”

He slipped an arm around her bare shoulders, lost in thought for a moment. “You know I’d love that more than anything else, Sophie. But your job… do you think that might impact it?”

She shrugged lightly. “The entirety of our corporate mission revolves around producing sex slaves. The Director has one following him all the time. I think we’ll be okay.”

A warm smile spread across Anthony’s face as he kissed her on the forehead. “That would be the best Christmas gift of my life, Sophie.”

She laughed. “I would hope so!”

“So… on all fours, naked and leashed?” he grinned

“I think I’d like to be a serving tray,” she mused, grinning in return.

Anthony chuckled, a gleam appearing in his eyes. “You mean like 239’s training? Tray attached to nipples, on impossibly high heels, with punishment if anything drops?”

“Of course.”

“Only if I still get to hold the leash.”

“Done.”

***

“Jesus, Tony!”

A throaty chuckle. “You did say ‘impossibly’ high heels, yes?”

“These ığdır escort aren’t even high heels! What are they?!?”

Anthony lifted a boot out of the parcel that was sitting on the dining table, turning it around in his hands. “I believe they’re called ‘ballet boots’.” He lifted his gaze to meet Sophie’s, a roguish smile on his face. “I personally think they’d look quite good on you.”

Brows furrowing in skepticism, Sophie reached out hesitantly to take it from him. “How on earth does anyone walk in these?!?!”

He actually laughed, the fucking bastard. “Damned if I know. You’ll have a week to practice, though!”

She carried the pair of boots over to a chair, still glaring suspiciously at them. “I doubt it’ll be enough.”

“Here, let me.” Making an over-dramatic swooping bow, Anthony knelt to lace the boots onto her petite feet.

It took the better part of 10 minutes, but they succeeded.

Sophie made an attempt to rise, then immediately flopped back down into her chair, groaning. “And I thought the 5 inch heels you kept getting me for work were bad…”

He chuckled and bent down to put a strong arm around her shoulders. “C’mon, Sophie. I’ll give you 20 points if you manage to walk in them unaided by tomorrow.”

That perked her up. “Really? I’m at 80.”

“Really.”

Making a face, she attempted again to rise. Holding on to him for dear life, she actually managed it this time, standing on the very tips of her toes. The muscles in her thighs strained with the exertion of maintaining her balance. “This is even harder than I thought it would be!”

His hand moved down to her buttocks, stealing a good squeeze. “God, I love how they make your butt look,” he murmured admiringly.

Neither of them could really tell how it happened, but in the space of mere moments, Sophie found herself bent over with her upper body pressed against the table, begging him to enter her as he ran his hands all over her slender form, her satin slip bunching up at her waist.

“You haven’t earned 100 points yet,” he warned her, even as he obliged her by pressing the head of his hard cock against her sopping wet entrance. But he went no further, rather opting to smack his hand harshly against her buttocks, leaving a pink handprint that contrasted starkly with the pale flesh.

“Please, Tony…” she wailed, too deeply caught in the warm, welcoming embrace at the cusp of sexual ecstasy to be any more coherent.

“No.” Several more slaps, harsher, closer together. She didn’t quite feel pain, not the way she knew it, but rather an overwhelming sensation of pure pleasure with each strike. Her clit was burning, aching for release…

“Remember, Sophie. No cumming,” he reminded her sternly, leaving the final imprints on her already red bottom. And then he slid into her.

She tried, tried to focus her mind on something else, tried to clench her muscles to keep the pleasure at bay… but it was impossible. She could feel his girth moving back and forth within her, rubbing that spot just so. His hips smacking against her tingling buttocks each time he went all the way in, his fingers gripping her hair to hold her head upright, his other hand squeezing her nipple roughly. Her calves and thighs screaming from the unnatural posture forced upon them by the infernal boots, his grunts of raw, primal pleasure. And then the explosion of warm, sticky seed deep within her…

Her guttural screams echoed across the estate as she gave in to one of the longest, loudest, most earth-shattering orgasms of her life. She didn’t know when, but at some point the cock inside her was replaced by several fingers, with more of them grinding at her clit. On and on and on, the waves rose and fell, her legs buckling beneath her and the table supporting the entirety of her weight. Her ejaculate mixing with his and spewing both out between her thighs, forming a gushing stream that culminated in a gigantic puddle on the floor.

She finally found herself lying in that puddle, shaking and gasping for breath and even crying, although she didn’t know why.

Strong arms enveloped her in an embrace, gently rolling her away from the puddle. As the world came to light around her again, she found Anthony wrapping a blanket around her and tsking. “Ah, Sophie. What are we going to do with you?”

Feebly, she attempted a guilty laugh. “Uh… minus 20?”

“Minus 30. That’s the second time!!”

“Worth it.”

“I bet it was. We need to think of better punishments for you,” he grumbled, shaking his head as he stooped to begin unlacing the boots on her feet. Then he stopped. “Aaahh. Yes.”

Sophie blinked. “Uhh. Should I be worried?”

“You’ll keep these on. For the entirety of the time that you will be home for the next week, except for bedtime. AND minus 30.”

She winced. “Oooh. That’s rough, Tony.”

“Just the way you like it.” With a self-satisfied grin, he smoothed her hair back from her face in an affectionate gesture. “Good thing I bought the waterproof ones, huh?”

I took the three girls out to my car and we set off for a local piece of greenbelt land. We ended up at a place called Friern Barnet Park. Parking the car in the car park I walked with the girls over to the entrance gate. Passing through I chose a dirt track path running off to my right, on we walked for several minutes, all the time their eyes darting left and right to see if anyone else was about in this park approaching dusk.

I removed the rucksack from my shoulder and then ordered them to strip. As each one removed the last of their clothes, they deposited them into the rucksack and crouch on all fours whilst their lead was attached. This act of attaching their lead was the cue that they now needed to act as dogs and each in turn stretched their legs as a dog would before a walk.

Thinking about it, it must have looked really weird to anyone seeing us, there was this man, leading three woman on leads and the women all acting like dogs. Imagine all this and in a London park too. Eleanor, either getting into the role, trying to impress me or maybe even fearful of facing another challenge, began to sniff the arse of Emma, just like dogs do upon meeting. So by way of reward for her actions I stroked her head as any owner would and tickled her behind her ears, saying “good Dog”.

I then walked them on until we approached a bench, set before a small clump of trees, may be five or six trees in close proximity to each other. I tied their leads to the bench saying “Now don’t go away!” I walked into the trees, the girls must have thought I was going to relieve myself, but I was actually looking for something. Over by the last tree I spotted what it was I was seeking, removing a heavy gardening glove from the side pocket of the rucksack, I put it on before grabbing a handful of the stinging nettles, I sought.

Hiding this hand behind my back, I slowly walked back to the bench. The girls still apprehensive about being see or worse approached were frantically scanning the horizon looking for anyone who could come near. As I approached I said “Roll over” and all three girls rolled on to their backs with their legs in the air, just as a real dog would do. “Aah you want your tummy tickled,” I said to Teresa and in stooping to do so I quickly brushed the stinging nettles across her nipples and then her cunt lips ensuring that I missed her clit. I then repeated this on Emma and Eleanor. Discarding the handful of nettles, I untied their leads and coaxed them into walking further.

By the time we had reached the point at which I had intended to turn round, I knew their agony brought on by the nettles would be turning to ecstasy as the stinging played on the nerves in their nipples and their cunt lips, causing the rush of blood to excite their erogenous zones. It was at this point I noticed Emma having difficulty in moving, the cheeks of her arse quivered kırklareli escort in the moonlight as her orgasm ripped through her body causing her to sag moaning. I remember thinking to myself, we have been out in a park for thirty minutes, it’s been only twenty minutes since I applied the stinging nettles and here was Emma Cumming like a fountain.

I also witnessed Eleanor and Teresa trying desperately to rub their legs together to ease the tingling sensation clearly driving them mad. I urge the girls on as we turned and headed for the car. Emma’s climax seemed to reduce the tingling she felt as she move quite freely now, but for Teresa and Eleanor the itching tingling sensation must have been growing ever stronger. The pace they were crawling now was down t a snail’s pace as they concentrated more and more on solving their need to cum.

Eleanor was next to climax; she stopped suddenly and lay down as her wails of passion rang around us. Twice she started to bring her hands towards her cunt to speed up the process and twice I warned her of the consequences of doing so. After a couple of minutes she was back up on her hands and knees crawling along beside me.

By the time we approached the gate, Teresa, the only one not yet to come, was in agony or ecstasy but not quite able to release the flood gates of her cum. I looked towards my car, thinking of how I could let Teresa cum before she got into my car with out being seen to be unfair. So her using her hands to bring herself off was out of the question. Just then a young couple came from another car walking towards us.

At the same time I saw them, Emma must have seen them too, for she said “Master, there is someone coming our way!”

I could read the panic in her voice. “So what, I am only exercising my bitches!” I replied. The three girls stared in silence as the two figures walked ever nearer. As the stepped through the gate, the must have recognized what they took from a distance to be dogs, now as women.

I broke the silence “Good evening!”

“Oh Good evening” the man said staring straight at the three cowering female forms.

“I see your admiring my bitches!” I commented.

He nodded and said “They look unusual bitches, may I enquire what breed they might be?” he asked delighting in the view of the three naked figures beside me.

“Oh, these are nothing special, they call them Master’s hound’s” I offered.

“Oh, are they a common breed then?” the continued. “OH yes common as muck these three, funny thing though I have never seen a male of this breed only ever come across bitches!” I giggled.

He turned to his female partner and said “Think we should get us one of those breeds”

she replied slightly embarrassed “No you can’t have one of them”

He then turned back afyon escort to me and said “Are they alright, only two of them look flushed and the other one looks real fidgety?” I informed him that they strayed into a patch of nettles and they are just cooling from the effects,

“but I must confess that the one with the blue collar seems to be on heat at the moment!” I continued.

“How can you tell?” he enquired.

“Oh that is simple, if you place your hand between her rear thighs; she tries to hump against your hand!” I offered “would you like to try?”

He turned to his partner and said “Susie, you try it, see what you think!” she shot him a dirty look but stuck out a trembling hand and parted Teresa’s legs.

“Oh my.” She said, “Her poor cunt is so hot and wet, she needs help with that?” with that she pulled her hand back, it glistened in the moonlight as she held it up for all to see.

“You see what you think John!” she said. John reached forwards but with a cupped hand rather than a straight one, his fingers touched her cunt and the tips of three of them entered into Teresa’s cunt. She suddenly forced her self backwards trying to embed so much more of them up her.

“OH yes, dear, I see what you mean, her cunt is on fire!” he said. “What ever will you do, to help this bitch out” he asked sounding genuinely concerned.

“Oh I will take her to be serviced by a young pony, I know” I responded.

“Why a young pony, surely another dog would be better?” he said.

“OH no, last time a dog tried to solve this, the bitch would not do as she was told for weeks after, May be a much longer penetration in length and time would be the solution, hence the young pony” I replied.

Teresa shot me a look, pleading with her eyes that she hoped I was kidding. I turned to the young couple just in time to see John remove his fingers from Susie’s mouth, the self same fingers that had just been up Teresa’s cunt.

“I have an Idea, maybe you could help me.” I said gazing into the eyes of Susie.

“OH what’s that?” John asked.

“Well to have sex with her in this state could result in puppies, but oral would not and it may just cool her down enough for me to get her home?” I said slowly and deliberately.

John said “may I just talk to my girlfriend and give you your answer in two minutes!”

“By all means!” I replied. John took Susie to once side where a brief discussion took place, Susie kept glancing first at me then at Teresa.

John came back over and said “Susie won’t let me do anything, but she knows I have always wanted to see her with another female, she says she will if we go somewhere where we would not be seen, like just over there where those bushes are?”

I nodded and said “Let me just put these two back in the car amasya escort then!” I handed John Teresa’s lead and walked Emma and Eleanor through the gate before saying you better stand these stones will ruin your hands and knees. I told them they could enjoy themselves together in the car till I came back. I turned and walked back to John and Susie. Leading Teresa down to the bushes, Susie told me this was her first time with another woman but she wanted to please John.

“In a way, this seems perverted, because implying that she is a dog makes this animal sex” she added.

“Yes but in the loosest terms sex between man and his wife is animal sex as well” I offered.

In the edge of the bushes, I commanded Teresa “Roll over” she did and John and Susie were now openly staring at her red gash of a cunt.

John said “Susie, babes, don’t you think it wiser to remove your clothes as well because you don’t want to mess them up and it would avoid having to explain to your dad, why your dress what dirty.”

Reluctantly she agreed and slipped her clothes off.

I said to Susie “Susie, your body is divine, have you ever had a dog sniff your genitals and then lick them!”

“I had a dog once push his nose up my dress but it never went further!” she replied. Teresa eager to be made to cum took the hint and sniffed at Susie’s cunt before snaking her tongue across her cunt lips.

Susie shivered and said “If I knew it felt that good, I would have encouraged the dog further!”

Susie then brought her head down to Teresa’s cunt and inhaled the randy fragrant aroma of aroused pussy, before diving in with her tongue. John slowly undid his trouser belt and exposed his prick; he began sliding his hand along the shaft as he watched his girlfriend eating cunt. Soon the air was full of moans and groans as the two women climbed to the crest of their orgasm. John even managed to get Teresa to suck him as she was eaten by Susie. When they had cum, John thanked me for the most exciting experience of his life and Susie added mine, too even though John got sucked, I really don’t mind.

Looking at my now bulging pants, Susie licked her lips and said “May be John should suck you or at least let me take care of that for you”. John Blushed.

“No it’s alright, Susie, I have two further randy bitches back in the car that will do to me exactly what I tell them too” I replied.

With that, I wished them well as they were dressing and then led the satisfied bitch back to the car. I allowed the girls to dress before driving back to their flat.

As we drove home, Teresa said to me “Master, were you serious about having me mated by a pony?”

“Why?” I asked

“She has always had a thing about animal sex, especially animals with bigger than human cocks!” Emma announced.

“Well you never know what the future holds!” I answered.

Eleanor and I slept alone that night, but we could hear Teresa and Emma, chatting away in Emma’s bedroom until the early hours.

Eleanor told me next morning “its Teresa’s birthday on Thursday so Saturday night we will be having a party. So please don’t plan anything for next Saturday night”

“We will see!” was my reply.

Eva 73 Y — Cooling off a Blazing Slave

Breaking the silence that remained behind as Master Wolf left with his new slave Mistress Syn quipped, “Well, well, Gentlemen it seems that we have lost our lover of floggers and whips. But I am sure that anyone who really wants to flog or whip will have no problem finding many slaves in this place who will be more than willing, and anxious, to submit to any of your most wicked toys.”

Amid the chuckles and grins Mistress Syn knelt once again among the other slaves of Blaze and continued, “Masters you have seen most of the slaves of Blaze that have been presented this evening. But now,” she paused as she lifted her head and gave the audience an evil grin, “Let me show you Master’s Blazing slaves.”

The men made sounds of surprise and Eva could see that their interest was peaked as they gathered a little closer to the stage to get a good look.

“This is our own Chelsea,” Slave Syn said.

“Oh my,” groaned one man as Syn motioned to a seductive curvaceous slave with an ample bosom who immediately rose up on her knees. Lifting her long shiny jet-black curls to the top of her head and holding that position she raised her eyes only long enough to give the men a smoldering smile that virtually dripped sex. Eva thought her smooth pale skin was as exquisite as that of a China doll.

Chelsea lowered her eyes as she dropped her curls. She spread her knees as wide as possible. Then, still on her knees, she bent her body backwards until her arms were at her sides and the back of her head and shoulders were on the floor. This position Eva recognized as the Slaver’s bow which nicely displayed Chelsea’s sweet naked pussy for viewing by the Masters.

As she held her position to the oohs and ahhhs of the men Syn said, “Chelsea just loves to have nice hot wax dripped all over this enchanting body.”

“I’ll enchant her alright,” called out a man near the front of the stage.

Without rising Chelsea slid her legs out in front of her laying her whole body on the floor. She spread her legs wide and held her arms and hands at her sides in the position that Eva recognized as the prone position known as Sulu. Then to more sounds of enjoyment and pleasure she bent her knees, keeping them widely spread, and lifted her pelvis off the floor, in the position of Sulu-ki. And then she humped her pussy in the air seductively inviting the Masters to use her for their pleasure.

Then as the men slapped their shoulders enthusiastically Chelsea returned to her kneeling position as a pleasure slave. And as she spread her knees wide once more she shyly lifted her eyes to the men and coquettishly slipped her finger into her mouth. Then without lowering her eyes she lifted her pussy toward them as she slipped the finger out of her mouth and slid it into her cute little cunt where she fingered her clit. Throwing her head back and closing her eyes she toyed with her cunt until Eva thought surely she would cum.

The men were crowding closer to her and as Chelsea started moaning and breathing heavily she breathlessly entreated Syn for help. “Mistress please?” she begged.

“Cum girl,” was all that Mistress Syn said in her deep sultry voice, and then Chelsea’s cunt began to hump and jerk until Eva could see her whole body tense.

“Aaiiieee!” Chelsea cried out as she reached her climax with a total body spasm. And even from her position behind the stage Eva could hear the splash of the slave’s cum squirting onto the floor of the stage.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!” the lovely lusty girl cried out with one more orgasmic spasm before slumping to the floor.

And then as her climax subsided, and her breathing calmed, she gracefully raised her body back up into a pleasure slave position. She looked sheepishly at Mistress Syn who said with a chuckle, “Gentlemen, our sexy Chelsea hardly ever needs an excuse to get turned on. Her little pussy seems to stay on fire. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if whomever buys her for the night will be able to melt their candles on her without even striking a match.”

As the men chuckled she reached over with her crop and spanked Chelsea’s nipples a few times. Then she patted the pretty slave’s sweet pussy adding, “That’s right, just put it near this hot twat and watch it melt from the heat of this blazing slave.”

Amid some rather naughty comments Chelsea timidly lowered her eyes as she squeezed her own pussy just the way that Eva had done several times that night. She felt compassion for the slave as she remembered how the sexual energy from the strong Masters had kept her own cunt endlessly hot and wet. And seeing the passion as the lovely slave closed her eyes and threw her head back in frustration Eva could not help giving her own dripping pussy a hard squeeze.

“The only thing I have left to say is that any Dom who gets Chelsea in his clutches had better be in good shape and ready to do a lot of fucking. Because this little vixen simply comes apart when she feels the heat of the hot wax … ardahan escort dripping … ever so slowly … on her titties … and her cunt,” Syn said with a slow deliberate emphasis on her words. “And she loves to be fucked more than anything, over and over …” she bent over again and caressed Chelsea’s slit with the edge of her crop adding, “Fucked, and fucked, and fucked a lot.”

Chelsea was moaning and rolling her head from side to side. “Oh Mistress please may I cum?” she begged.

“NO,” Syn snapped as she gave the whimpering slave’s pussy a hard smack, leaving her sobbing in frustration.

Suddenly Mistress Syn nodded toward the back of the stage and said, “Annette, Veronica, bring it to me … quickly.”

While they were running to obey Mistress Syn moved around behind the kneeling sobbing slave. Spreading her own legs she knelt behind Chelsea and pressed her own pussy tightly against the raven-haired slave’s ass. She reached her arms around the luscious slave and with one hand she held the girl tightly around the waist.

“Open that cunt for me slut,” she growled sexily in Chelsea’s ear. And as the seductive slave reached down to spread her pussy lips wide Eva could see hands on crotches again. And then Mistress Syn began to spank the open cunt of the needy slave, slowly rubbing the crop against the girl’s clit making her shudder and moan.

Chelsea leaned her head back onto the shoulder of her Mistress and began to coo and whimper seductively as she begged again, “Mistress please, please?”

Syn gave her charge’s naked snatch a few more strokes and then with a sound smack she said, “I said NO bitch.” Chelsea sobbed again.

At that point Veronica and Annette had returned with a small black leather bag and were kneeling on either side and slightly to the back of Syn as they retrieved several objects. Eva saw one of them take a big fat bright candy apple red candle about fifteen inches long and two inches in diameter. It was in the shape of a giant cock with the candlewick hanging out the backside, and she quickly slipped a condom on the head.

Eva could feel her own pussy begin to dampen again, and she couldn’t help lightly spanking her own clit in anticipation of what she thought was about to happen for Chelsea. Where was her Sir she wondered as she fought the lust that was beginning to rage in her own cunt while she watched the lascivious sight before her.

Then Eva saw slave Annette rub what appeared to be lubricant on the condom covered candle and she handed it to Syn. Chelsea still had her head leaning on her Mistress’ shoulder with her eyes shut tightly and she was breathing slowly and heavily as she still held her pussy lips open wide. Eva knew the girl was feeling even more frustrated than she was at that moment.

And then to her surprise Eva saw Mistress Syn start to rub Chelsea’s clit with the cock shaped end of the fat candle. Chelsea began to moan loudly and Eva saw her stretch her open cunt a little wider as Syn began to masturbate her. Gasping and mewling the hot slave sucked her breath in hard as her Mistress slid the fat wax cock into her cunt and begin to fuck her slow and deep.

Chelsea was rolling her head back and forth on Syn’s shoulder. And Eva could hear her pants and sighs growing louder and louder as the ebony goddess shoved the wax cock in and out, in and out, over and over. She slid it in and out fast and easy, and then she shoved it into her sweet captive’s honey pot a little harder and a little deeper.

Eva knew that the candle would hurt Chelsea if Syn fucked her too hard with it. But, apparently from the moans and sighs escaing the slave’s lips it seemed that Syn was doing it just right. In and out again, harder and harder, fucking her one two three, and then slowly and softly rubbing it against Chelsea’s clit at the same time. Deep and slow, banging the slave’s greedy pussy over and over … in and out, in and out … hard then soft … then slow and deep, making the slave wiggle and writhe like a mad woman.

The louder Chelsea moaned the harder and faster Syn fucked her. She fucked her girl a few more times and then she slid the cock out and slowly rubbed Chelsea’s clit. When Chelsea cried out in great need she plunged it back into the hungry cunt and fucked, and fucked, and fucked the slave hot slut she was holding.

With a deep chuckle Syn pulled back and away from Chelsea as she ordered, “Slaver’s Bow bitch. Now!”

But Eva could tell just as Syn could that the poor slave girl was too far into the throes of passion to move herself into position.

Finally, Syn looked at Annette and Veronica and nodded to them. Each slave then grabbed one of Chelsea’s knees and spread them as wide as they could. Mistress Syn bent Chelsea back to the floor exposing her cunt once more in the Slaver’s Bow position.

Chelsea was moaning and whimpering so loudly that she could barely hold her pussy lips open any longer. So, Mistress Syn adıyaman escort told her to relax and motioned to Veronica and Annette. And then they each held one side of the distressed slave’s pussy lips open while they held her knees down wide and tight

Eva glanced quickly from the entrancing scene to see hands rubbing cocks again. She wondered how long these men could hold their own orgasms once they got their hands on these hot slaves? Giggling to herself she turned to watch the beautiful Chelsea again.

Once the needy girl’s shoulders were again on the floor Syn rubbed her clit with the wax dildo a few times. And as Chelsea moaned pleadingly her Mistress shoved the giant wax cock into her one last time and ordered, “Hold it slut.” And at the same time she nodded to the other two slaves to let go of her. Eva could see Chelsea’s thighs tense in her haze of passion as she tried to hold the candle.

“Please Mistress,” Chelsea cried, “Please, please I need to cum Mistress, pleaseee!”

“No, bitch, not yet,” Syn barked. That brought a loud cry of disappointment from the slave, and her Mistress then bent over her and sank her teeth deep and hard into Chelsea’s tender flesh at the base of her neck.

Chelsea lost it then as she began to beg over and over and louder and louder. ” Mistress please, please. Don’t torture me please. I don’t know if I can hold it, pleaseeee!! You know what it does to me when you bite me, oohhh pleassseeee Mistress!!!” she squealed.

Sobbing uncontrollably, Chelsea tried to hump the dildo. But her attempt only forced her naughty plump pussy further forward until the big candle was sticking straight up in the air.

Mistress Syn was looking at a portly Dom with kind laughing eyes, and a look of pure passion on his face. He was near the front of the crowd and had moved even closer until he was right in front of Chelsea. He had stooped down and was practically drooling as he looked at her captivating cunt with the huge red cock sticking out of it.

He looked up and saw Syn watching him. She had a mischievous smirk on her lips, and she winked as she nodded toward him and then at Chelsea. The Dom’s face lit up as he read her intention and he walked slowly to the slave who was beside herself with lust. When Syn moved aside she handed him a small wet towel in case he should need it.

And then sticking the towel in his hip pocket he stood over the distressed slave with his arms crossed over his chest, in that domly stance that always turned Eva on, as he surveyed the scene for a moment.

Eva looked up quickly to see if Sir Dan was looking but she could not see him. She needed to cum so very badly, but just in case, and not wanting to disappoint him again she reluctantly pulled her hand away from her clit.

As she continued to watch the nice looking Dom was grinning as he surveyed Chelsea and her predicament. Eva saw that he had soft reddish brown hair and a full closely groomed beard with the typical graying hair that she loved to see in handsome Doms.

She could also see that even though he was obviously smitten with Chelsea he remained calm and collected as experienced Doms will do. When the seductive slave saw his interest she closed her eyes and ground her hips toward him enticingly in an effort to solicit his help.

Chelsea opened her eyes, and as tears silently fell down the sides of her face, she saw the good-looking Master still watching her. And pleading with her eyes, she whimpered piteously and pushed the big red cock further forward with her impaled pussy. She was silently begging him to come and fuck her, and end her torment.

The big man laughed quietly at the pretty slave’s dilemma and stooped down near her pussy. Stepping to the side of her so the other men could see, Eva then saw him pull a cigarette lighter from his pocket. With an evil chuckle for Chelsea he stooped down and lit the wick at the end of the fat candle protruding from the fair slave’s cunt.

As the little wick burst into flame Chelsea began to wiggle and squirm with her desire. Gently, so as not to burn herself, she began to undulate her hips and she humped the red wax phallus. Looking all the while deep into the eyes of the man who still stooped over her she moaned and whimpered as she sobbed sweetly, “Please Sir wont you help a poor vulnerable slave. Won’t you please fuck me and make me cum for you?”

To quiet snickers from the audience the man cocked his head and gave her a steely gaze as if he was considering her plight. Then to her delight he silently reached down and taking the shaft of the wax prick in hand he slowly pulled it almost all the way out of her cunt, much to her disappointment. He wiped her pussy first with the wet towel, and then so as not to burn her he gingerly shoved the wax cock back into her making her gasp.

He proceeded to fuck her naked cunt slowly and deeply. As he became aware of the fire between her legs and how it responded he fucked karabük escort a little harder. Being careful so her skin would not be harmed by the fire moving between her legs he would occasionally wipe her with the wet towel when needed

He shoved her pussy full of the big red dick as he pulled and pushed it in and out easily, deep and hard, over and over just as Syn had done. He fucked her cunt fast and furiously with one hand as he reached down and massaged her clit with the other hand.

Eva was mesmerized watching the flame flicker up and down with each thrust of his hard fucking into the tender cunt of the powerless slave. Oh where was Sir Dan? She needed him so badly now. She felt hot tears welling up in her eyes, and she tried again to focus on the scene in front of her.

The handsome Master fucked in and out of the slave, pounding her with the fat red cock and fingering her clit. Over and over he pummeled her pussy. He shoved and pounded making her cry out even louder as she yelped, “Please Sir, please. Please may I have permission to cum? Please?”

“Not yet,” he said.

“Oh please Sir please,” she begged.

Without answering her he continued to fuck her harder and faster than before. Eva could feel the girl’s tension and her need to release. But, she also knew that Chelsea would get into big trouble if she came without permission. She felt herself holding her own breath as the Dom fucked harder and faster than before. He fucked and he fucked, and the slave cried and begged.

Suddenly he pulled the huge wax cock from her humping cunt. But, before she finished crying out in distress he leaned the lit end over her pussy and dropped some of the hot liquid wax onto her plump fleshy little mound making her cry of woe turn to one of intense lust.

“Oh please Sir, I am begging you, please let this slave cum … Pleeeaaassseee?” Chelsea wailed.

But, without giving her a word of permission the Dominant held the candle over her pussy once more. And then he held her pussy open as he let another drop of the hot wax fall directly onto her clit. Chelsea became unhinged then as she screamed, “I can’t hold it Sir. Please don’t torment me any longer I beseech you. OH PLEASE LET ME CUM!”

Eva saw him give a few last hard thrusts into the pretty little clean-shaven pussy that bucked against him in an effort to take the cock deeper and harder and faster. Then with his fingers still rubbing Chelsea’s clit, he pulled the candle out of her cunt.

Then Eva saw him turn it around and as he spread the labia away from her clit he dripped another huge dangling droplet of the hot red liquid directly onto the girl’s writhing clit just as he growled, “Now slut, CUM NOW!”

With that Chelsea screamed, “Aaaiiieee!!!” As her orgasm gripped her rolling through her entire body she jerked and shuddered and shook.

Her cunt gushed forth hot cum. And before her orgasm could end the grinning Dom dripped another bit of the hot wax on her clit demanding once more, “CUM SLUT!” And then Chelsea’s cunt shook, and shuddered and trembled again and again as she came long and hard.

Chuckling and beaming, he dribbled one hot droplet after another onto the grateful clit and demanded, “CUM AGAIN AND DON’T STOP you cute little strumpet!” Chelsea was obviously in ecstasy as she came over and over with each hot splash onto her clit, and her cunt squirted over and over each time as well.

Finally, when she stopped cumming, Eva saw the Dom reach into his pocket and pulled out a pocketknife. Opening it as Chelsea rolled her head back and forth in her afterglow the man removed the cock shaped candle. And then he set about gently scraping the dried wax from her clit and labia, making the slave hot once more from his sensuous touch. She was beginning to moan and wriggle lustily again.

The Dom worked quickly then as he tried to remove the waxen residue before she could get too turned on again. But, unfortunately her cunt was again in the throes of intense arousal. He stopped then and studied her, and Eva could see the slave melt into his compelling dominant gaze.

Trembling and unable to help herself she begged once again, “Oh Sir, Oh Sir, Please Sir” she gasped, reaching up to him as she looked lovingly into his strong steady eyes, “I can’t stop quivering and quaking in your powerful touch. Please don’t stop Sir, please?”

And parting her lips she gave him a deep, lustful, riveting look as she spread her knees wider and slid her finger into her slit again. And as she began to diddle her clit she pleaded, “Please won’t you use me like the lascivious slave slut that I am? I will please you well Sir. I will do anything you wish Sir, and any way you wish. Will you please just make me cum once again? Please? Please?”

But instead of an answer to her need he stood up over her demanding, “On your knees slave.” Whimpering softly the slave let go of her pussy. And then she sat up and knelt before him presenting herself in perfect pleasure slave stance.

Running his finger under her chin and tilting her head up to look at him he said, “Steady girl. Save some for later.” And as he walked back to the edge of the stage he turned and gave her a salaciously wicked lick of his lips, and with a chuckle he added, “You never know, I might still cool off one of Blaze’s slaves before the night is done.”

You walk past me on the street and I turn to look at your ass, just as you enter the hotel lobby, opening the door causes a cross-breeze which whips up your short skirt, revealing your red thongs. Mind reeling, I spin around, and follow your through the doors, watching as you get into the elevator, I wait to see which number you stop at.

Three floors. Rushing up the stairs, I just catch a glimpse of you walking into your hotel room at the end of the hallway. Knocking at your door a few seconds later, I know I must have you. I must own you. I will.

You open up, a questioning look on your face, as I push the door open, walk in and close it behind me before you’ve even comprehended what’s going on. Your nipples are poking through the thin fabric of the white blouse you’re wearing, and feeling myself get hard, I know there’s nothing you can do to stop me. You seem to have realized that, too, but rather than shock and fear as I had expected, your face wore a knowing smile.

Reaching out, I grab kastamonu escort your throat with one hand, and rip your blouse open with the other. Pushing you backwards, we fall down on your bed, and I have one hand groping your breasts all over, as I choke and hold you down. Coming a little bit to my senses, I let go of your throat, and cover your mouth instead, feeling your heaving breaths through your nose, recovering swiftly.

I look around the room, it’s plain and you haven’t even unpacked, your travelling bag just sitting on the floor. “Don’t make a noise” I command you, and let go of your mouth. I had expected you to scream, to attempt to escape, as I went over to your bag and opened it up. But you just sat there, obeying my words, like a trained puppy.

Your obedience once again sent blood rushing to my member, and forgetting your bag, I walk up in front of you, and undo my zipper. Pulling my almost hard cock out, I see your eyes kayseri escort widen with lust. “Get down on the floor,” I say authoritatively, and you comply. I sit down on the bed, and grab you by the hair, forcing your head to my cock. “Open” I tell you, pressing the tip of my cock to your lips. You do as I say, and instantly I force your head down on my cock. Hitting the back of your mouth, you gag and spit runs down my cock, as it gets harder and bigger by the second, “Good girl.”

I force your mouth up and down on my cock for a while, my pre-cum mixing with your spit, making you foam at the corners of your mouth as my cock presses past your luscious lips. Letting go of your head, I command you to keep sucking, and watch you bob your head up and down for a while. After a while, I couldn’t contain myself anymore, I felt the pressure building in my cock, and my balls tightening, I release a few, hot, thick loads of cum inside your little mouth. kıbrıs escort Feeling you pull away, I once again press your head down, on my shaft. Once I’m all out of cum, I let you go, and your head flies up, cum bursting out of your mouth and running down my still hard cock, you cough weakly a few times.

“I’ve got a reward for you.” I tell you, and reach into the left side inner pocket of my suit. You look up at me, eyes wide, as I pull out a collar, black leather with a golden heart-shaped clasp. “From now on, you will do as I say, whatever I say, whenever I say. You will also refer to me as either Sir, Master or Daddy. Is that understood?”

“Yes..” You say, timidly and look down.

Taking your chin in my hand, I lift your face up, so you can’t look away, “Yes.. what?” I ask, voice cold as steel.

“Yes Master, sorry Master.”

“Good slave..” I say, and holding back your hair, I put the collar around your delicate throat, “Now, you made quite a mess. Clean it up.” I commanded, gesturing you to lick up the cum off of my dick. I watch you obey, carefully lapping up every drop of my cum. “Very good. Now swallow it.” You do as I say. Grabbing and squeezing one of your ample tits, I lean in and whisper, into your ear, “Remember, you’re mine now. My personal little fuck-toy slave, and you will do everything I say, no matter what.”

Chapter 36

Rather than say anything, Marcia lifted herself from the bed and started wrestling with Jennifer. It was just in play and Jennifer understood this too. Jennifer also knew it was her job to end up on her back on the bed, pinned down by Marcia.

“I concede,” Jennifer said, smiling up at her lover.

“You’re so beautiful, it’s painful,” said Marcia, brushing hair out of the blonde’s eyes.

“Look where it’s got me,” she responded, “A husband who fucks anything over 40 in a skirt and a prospective house-group leader’s wife who comes to my home on false pretences and seduces me.”

Marcia laughed and asked her if her tears about Dean had been genuine. She had been wondering about this for a while after all the twists and turns the day had taken.

“Yes,” said Jennifer without emotion. “I’ve already consulted a lawyer. Just a preliminary measure. It isn’t quite over yet, but I can’t see things improving.”

“I wonder if we could do anything to help,” Marcia said.

“Oh, he’d love that. You’re one of the three women in the church he’s told me he’d like to fuck. I mean, besides those he’s already had his way with.”

“I’m not sure if I should be flattered or not. So who are the other two?”

“One of them is the pastor’s wife, and the other is Alicia Summerbee.”

“I don’t think I know her.”

“She and her husband Daryl actually joined the church because of Dean, after they met at Rotary. He became besotted with Alicia when she came along to one of the fundraising lunches they have. I wasn’t at that one. I gave up going, as he only wants to take me along to put me on display. Anyway, I still don’t think he realizes that Daryl is gay.”

“Gay, as in doesn’t sleep with his wife?”

“Gay, as in has never slept with his wife. It is a marriage of convenience. No, I don’t get it either. Anyway, he’s a tax lawyer and does very well, and Alicia likes to spend the money.”

“And am I to assume that she’s rebuffed Dean’s advances?”

“I’ve no idea. Has he made any advances to you?”

“None that I’ve noticed.”

“And I don’t think he’s got the balls to try and bang Michelle Donaldson.”

“Does he know that she prefers women?”

“It wouldn’t make any difference if he did. He thinks of himself as a one-man conversion therapy program. Well, a program for the good looking ones anyway.”

“Did you know that the leadership of the church needs to see a change of heart from Dean regarding his attitude towards same-sex love if he wishes his (and your) application for membership to be successful?”

“Leadership as in Pastor Donaldson and the elders, or leadership as in the real leadership of the church?”

“The real leadership of the church. Michelle (who would be highly amused to learn that Dean has her so high on his To Do list) is quite insistent about this, and I think Daryl might hold the key to the whole situation.”

“You’re not – no, you can’t be,” spluttered Jennifer, breaking out in almost hysterical laughter. “You’re not suggesting that Dean gets, um, sorted out by Daryl?!”

“Why not? These types who make the biggest noise about detesting gays are so often the ones who are secretly harboring desires to, well, you know, take it up the bum!”

“Oh my god, that would be so funny! Dean getting ‘straightened out’ by Daryl!”

“I’ll get working on it,” said Marcia. “Do you think Alicia’s the type of woman who can keep a secret?”

“Look, she will find the idea as hilarious as I do. Well, good luck with your planning. You’re very resourceful and very determined. I’m sure you’ll come up with something.”

“Look at the time!” Marcia said, checking her phone for the first time in hours. “I have unfinished business with you, young lady, but it will have to wait for another day. I’ve had a fabulous time.”

They kissed one last time and then Marcia drove off to pick up her boys from school and ponder the way forward for Dean. First, she tried to put herself into a man’s shoes and think about how a man (say Connor, the man she knew best) would feel about kissing another man. She instinctively felt that the intimacy of that action would be too much for a first step. For two women it was the natural way to initiate things, but not for two men, she concluded. So how would she kick things off if she were a predatory man, who had set his eyes on demolishing the defences of his target, his prey?

It had to be touch, she decided, and it had to be by touching the part of the body that all men treasured above every other. First, through the fabric of the pants, then, when the penis had been released, directly with the hands. And then of course the tongue. Yes, Marcia could envisage such a scenario quite easily. Once the dominant partner had brought the submissive one to orgasm, he would have him where he wanted him. In his aroused, not to mention, weakened, state, it would not be such a big deal for the dominant man to get his partner on all fours and ease his acıbadem escort penis into the other’s asshole – however tight it might be. Anyway, the tighter the better, as Marcia herself had found out!

It was not as if she would be coaching Daryl, of course, but, who knows, she might be the liaison and it would be as well that she was as knowledgeable and prepared as she could be. For this reason, once the boys had settled down to the projects their school had set them, Marcia used the half hour productively by settling down in her locked office to view some gay porn. She deliberately chose a scene with men of similar ages to Daryl and Dean – and similar physiques. She wasn’t interested in guys who pumped iron and drank protein shakes. Contrary to expectations, she found the scene engaging and even arousing. The encounter pretty much followed the pattern that Marcia had mapped out in her own mind – the two men kissing only after they had had sex.

Later that evening, when the boys were in bed and Connor was watching sports on the big screen in the den, Michelle called. Naturally, she wanted to know how her meeting had gone with Jennifer. Marcia didn’t want to keep Michelle on the line all night, so she gave a potted version of events, mentioning the pool but quickly moving on to the activity upstairs. Michelle wasn’t having any of this, making Marcia relate the juicy details of her “seduction” of the blonde beauty in the water. Michelle laughed at Marcia’s naivety, but was delighted that she had chosen her for this missionary work, as she liked to call it.

When Marcia shared her plans with Michelle for Dean, her ears really pricked up. She knew that Daryl was gay, but was unaware that he was already buddies with Dean, or for that matter that Dean lusted after Alicia. (Marcia decided not to tell the Pastor’s wife at this point that she was on his hitlist too.)

“Excellent work!” said Michelle. ‘Leave it with me. I think I see a way to bring them together.”

Keen to waste no time, once she was off the phone to Marcia, Michelle called Alicia and, after the barest minimum of small talk, asked her if she could visit with her on the following day. Alicia told her she had something on in the morning, but said 2.30pm would work for her. As she ended the call, Michelle reflected on the words “something on in the morning”. She had heard of Alicia’s penchant for young men, and could well imagine that she would be closeted up with a tennis coach or a golf pro, or perhaps her personal trainer.

Chapter 37

Michelle wasn’t going to make any effort with her wardrobe, but changed her mind at the last moment. She put on a light blue denim shirt with the long sleeves rolled up to her elbows and a dark blue knee-length denim skirt with a substantial slit at the front. For footwear, she chose fawn coloured ankle-wrap gladiator sandals. To complete the Roman theme, she wore a sterling silver cuff bracelet on one wrist and a cluster of matching bangles on the other. She looked at herself in the mirror, applied a bit of make-up and set out for her meeting.

Alicia, who was around Michelle’s age (perhaps a little older), had clearly put some thought into her appearance too, which pleased the Pastor’s wife. She was wearing a long cream slim-fit sweater dress with matching soft leather calf-length boots. The dress had a V-neck, below which lay three over-sized buttons. Apart from a broad waistband area, the whole dress, including the long sleeves featured a ridge pattern. It was a simple look, and not, Michelle, thought, an expensive material (acrylic, perhaps), but it became the slender woman very well. Michelle sensed that, whoever Alicia may have fucked that morning, she would not be averse to a more sensual round of lovemaking with the Pastor’s wife.

The two women greeted one another with a peck on the cheek, Michelle taking the chance to breathe in some of the woman’s exquisite fragrance. Looking round the living room, to which Alicia had led her – Michelle deliberately seating herself on the white leather couch – Michelle felt that the word “exquisite” summed up her host’s taste. She couldn’t believe that Daryl would be the driving force behind the acquisition of the many beautiful artefacts that adorned the room, but then she thought “Hey! he’s gay, though”, laughing inwardly at her little joke.

Before Alicia went out to the kitchen to get Michelle a drink (homemade peach tea), the Pastor’s wife complimented her on her dress. Alicia shrugged off the praise, saying it was the first thing she saw in her closet when she opened it that morning. Somehow, Michelle didn’t believe her, especially as Michelle’s hair was still a little wet at the ends – evidence that she’d had a shower upon returning to her house after her busy morning. She could have taken the opportunity to express her approval of Michelle’s outfit in return, but didn’t. Michelle wasn’t put out, though; she liked women bağdat caddesi escort with spirit – and she could tell that this one had plenty of that.

When Alicia returned with the tray of drinks and some unsalted nuts and dried cranberries, she chose to sit not next to her visitor but in the armchair opposite. They talked about the church, mutual friends and a little about Daryl. Michelle noted that Alicia was actually quite comfortable talking about her husband – her husband whom, if what folks said was true, she had never consummated the marriage with. Alicia once again didn’t return the favor by talking about Michelle’s husband, even though he was pastor of the church.

Sensing that delaying the introduction of the subject that was the reason for her visit would not be the right thing to do with a woman like Alicia, Michelle told her that she had a favor to ask of her. Her response was to ask if it had to do with Daryl. Trying not to show any surprise or curiosity, Michelle said that yes, her favor had everything to do with Daryl. Somehow Michelle knew that Alicia knew that it had nothing to do with his professional skills. There could be only one other reason why the Pastor’s wife had seen fit to visit with her like this.

“You want him to meet with someone,” Alicia said – not as a question but as a statement.

“Indeed,” replied Michelle. “The person in question is Dean Schwartzman.”

“Ah,” Alicia said bringing her hands together so that the tips of her fingers met – a bit like Sherlock Holmes. “A rather charmless character. Not subtle, not overly intelligent. No match for his wife, I should say.”

“Indeed,” Michelle agreed. “And we felt that Daryl could help to, well, how shall I put it?, if I may borrow your word, make Dean a little less charmless.”

“When you say ‘we’, I trust that you are referring to the church leadership.”

“Indeed, those of us who have been charged with promoting the message of unconditional love, a love that shows itself in actions rather than in words.”

“And do you feel that Dean is ready to receive that message from Daryl? The ‘old man’ might assert himself and prevent the message from being transmitted successfully.”

“That is why the suggestion is that Jennifer and Dean come over to your house one evening soon to break bread and fellowship. We believe that in a relaxed and non-threatening atmosphere (the kind of atmosphere that you and Jennifer could, I believe, so easily foster) Dean will be drawn to the message of love and reconciliation that he needs to hear, and that could so easily change his life.”

“I think I understand, Michelle. Let me speak with Daryl. He is very fond of Dean, and, although I cannot answer for him, I believe that he would be willing to strain every sinew to see Dean reborn as a more loving and giving person.”

After she had finished speaking, Alicia crossed the short space between her and Michelle and extended her hands to her.

“You haven’t seen upstairs yet,” she said. “Perhaps, if you have the time, I could let you have a tour.”

Michelle accepted Alicia’s proffered hands, rose wordlessly and followed her up the wooden staircase. The tour, such as it was, consisted of the landing at the top of the stairs, the passage that made its way off to the right and the final door on the left: the entrance to Alicia’s boudoir. For so it looked, just as if it had been transported from pre-revolutionary France, dominated by a rococo bed with an ornately carved canopy, a white shell-shaped headboard and pink satin sheets. Pink carnations were present in vases placed around the room, as well as in bas relief on the fascia of the canopy. From the canopy hung a curtain, which had been bunched up into swirls in the centre and dropped down at the sides to form a kind of screen at the head of the bed.

“It’s beautiful,” said Michelle, looking around the room, which was superbly appointed with period furniture and knick-knacks, yet remained uncluttered.

“It’s my haven, my refuge,” said Alicia, gesturing for Michelle to sit on one of the chintz chairs.

“Don’t worry, it’s not genuine Louis XVI,” she joked, the change of scenery contributing to a lightening of her mood.

Alicia’s feelings towards Michelle began to turn into something stronger and deeper as she cast her eyes on her looking as pretty as a picture on the hard-backed chair.

“Perhaps you would feel more comfortable on the bed?”

“I wouldn’t want to cause any damage to a genuine Louis XVI, if that is what it is.”

“Don’t worry, I picked it up on eBay.”

“The sheets are very, er, satiny. Are they comfortable?”

“I’ve no idea; I only put them on this morning.”

Michelle went over to the bed, where she was joined by Alicia. One by one Alicia undid the buttons on Michelle’s shirt. When she saw the white bra, straining to contain Michelle’s breasts, she whistled low and raised her eyebrows at the kozyatağı escort Pastor’s wife. She tugged the shirttails out of the skirt and helped Michelle out of the garment. She made as if to undo the black belt that encircled her waist but changed her mind and unclasped the bra, her fingers deftly unhooking it, although they were working blind. She tossed the bra on the bed and lowered her mouth to her nipples and started to suck on them.

Michelle was taken by surprise by the speed at which Alicia was working. She wasn’t disappointed; in fact she found the no-nonsense approach both enjoyable and intensely arousing. Wasting no time, Alicia unclasped the belt, undid the single button that held the denim skirt together and eased down the zipper. Placing a hand on each hip, she tugged the skirt down and allowed it to settle around Michelle’s ankles. In one easy movement, she pulled down her white panties and watched as they obeyed the laws of gravity and joined the skirt. Reaching down she took off Michelle’s sandals and left them in a heap on the carpet with the skirt and the panties.

Next it was Michelle’s turn, She undid the three buttons on Alicia’s dress and helped her out of first one sleeve and then the other. During this process each of Alicia’s milky white, vaguely conical tits became visible in glimpses, and they were revealed in all their glory when the Pastor’s wife pulled the dress down. She used her hands to steady Alicia as she stepped out of the dress, then asked her to sit on the bed so she could remove her booties. Once she had taken them off, it seemed only natural that she helped her host out of her citron coloured panties. One can only imagine Michelle’s surprise when she was confronted by a totally smooth and hairless pussy. Michelle could hardly wait to taste the fruits hidden beneath that shiny dome, but decided that a pleasure deferred would be a pleasure doubled.

She placed her knees on the bed either side of Alicia and leant in to kiss her – their breasts mimicking that action as they came together nipple to nipple. Alicia kissed the Pastor’s wife back with an intensity born of months of desire; she had wanted her ever since the day she and Daryl had first walked into the church. From this point on, there was a reciprocity, a symmetry (almost an equality) in their lovemaking that underlined the mutual respect which they had for each other. Michelle paid homage to Alicia’s creamy breasts – perfectly proportioned to her petite frame – then Alicia showed reverence to the Pastor’s wife’s full orbs. After a further round of kissing, Alicia asked Michelle to lie on the bed, so she could access her pussy, which was crowned by a canopy of its own – a canopy of dark brown hair.

The taste and texture of Michelle’s vagina was beyond Alicia’s wildest dreams – worthy of the true leader of their community. Alicia lost all track of time as she lay between Michelle’s legs and languidly enjoyed the delicacies that she had discovered there. Then it was Michelle’s turn to feast on the ripe fruits that were stored beneath Alicia’s shaven mons, until it was time to make tracks before Daryl returned from the office. As Michelle drove away she was able to reflect on one of those rare occasions when you are able to place your hand on your heart and say that you have truly been able to mix business and pleasure.

Chapter 38

When Alicia outlined the plan to Daryl that evening, he thought he had won the lottery. To be the one to initiate the hunk that was Dean into the joys of gay sex was something that he had dreamed about so many times. He couldn’t wait to wrap his mouth around what he knew must be a massive penis. God, he might even get to drink his cum when he exploded into his mouth!

Daryl agreed with his wife that it would be better if the meeting took place at Dean and Jennifer’s place rather than their own, as Dean would feel more comfortable on home turf and they needed to keep him as relaxed as possible. Another advantage was that the Schwartzmans had an indoor pool and both Alicia and Daryl agreed that this should be the place where the action took place – or at least kicked off. If they went in the afternoon, then Glen and Daryl could play pool while Jennifer and Alicia spent time around the swimming pool. By the time the men joined them they would be making out in the water, and then things would take their natural course from there. Daryl was so enthusiastic about the plan that he began to work on the details, which included leaving his swimming things upstairs (in Alicia’s bag) so that when he entered the indoor pool building with Daryl he (and Daryl) would already be wearing their swim trunks. He preferred that to the scenario whereby Dean and he went from the games room to the pool fully clothed.

“Fewer layers to take off!” as he put it to his wife, using his uber-gay falsetto voice.

And so the visit to Jennifer and Dean’s place was arranged by the two women for the following Saturday. Michelle helped out by arranging for Jennifer’s little boy Dutton to spend the afternoon and evening with the family of his best friend from the church toddlers’ group. Jennifer had asked Michelle to tell them that she’d pick Dutton up at around 10pm, which should be more than enough time, given that Alicia and Daryl were coming at 3 o’clock.

I quietly shut the door behind me, the soft click echoing through the hall. Ahead of me were two doors and a grand staircase, a rich red Victorian patterned carpet stretched up ahead of me.

“Up here,” a voice called from above, the same one from the buzzer.

My pulse quickened as I climbed the stairs, each step a mix of nerves and excitement. The thudding of my heart contrasted with the rush of anticipation coursing through me.

At the top, a sumptuous room opened up–dark red leather sofas, gold-trimmed wallpaper, lush green plants and shelves lined with books. It felt like stepping into a decadent period drama, though the two women lounging on the sofa contrasted with any suggestion of innocence. Dressed in exquisite lingerie, one in black, the other in white, they exuded raw sensuality.

The cute blonde closest to me, with her shy smile and friendly “Hi,” immediately drew my attention. Her white, lacy hold up stockings showcased her slender legs.

Beside her, a sultry brunette sat like a queen. Long dark hair, smokey made-up eyes, ruby-red lips, and the curves of her enhanced breasts barely restrained by her black lacy bra. She looked up at me sharply, appraising me like an intruder in her domain. Her hand rested possessively on the blonde’s thigh, a silent warning that I was under suspicion and far from welcome in her eyes.

“Ah, Sara?” came the voice behind me, startling me from my thoughts.

I turned to face an elegant woman in her late forties, wearing a pale cashmere sweater that clung to her curves, paired with sleek, expensive jeans and black mid-heeled shoes. She was elegantly beautiful, her blonde hair soft and perfectly styled, framing a face that radiated warmth and subtle allure. She smiled, a playful and inviting smile, which sent a surge of anticipation through me.

“I’m Helen,” she said, extending a manicured hand that felt soft and warm in mine.

“Hi, Helen. Nice to meet you,” I replied, feeling a bit more at ease in the luxurious atmosphere, my confidence slowly returning.

She turned to the two women on the sofa. “Girls, this is Sara,” she said with a knowing smile. “Sara, meet Alex and Asha.”

The blonde, it turned out this was Alex, rose rom the sofa, her green eyes locking with mine as she approached. Her shy, friendly smile was irresistible as she padded silently in her stockinged feet across the room. She extended her hand, and when our fingers touched, the warmth of her skin sent a shiver up my spine.

“Nice to meet you, Sara. First night?” she asked, her voice soft, but full of curiosity.

“Yeah, first night. Hi, Alex,” I replied, my smile widening as our hands lingered in the handshake.

The other acıbadem escort woman, Asha, remained seated, her hash gaze fixed on me. She was stunning, but her air of indifference made it clear she had no intention of making this easy.

“Hey,” she said coolly, her tone casual, almost dismissive.

“Hey,” I responded, meeting her gaze, feeling the tension between us. “Nice to meet you” though it felt anything but in that moment.

“Come on,” Helen’s hand slid into mine as she led me out of the room and down a hallway. “It’s just the three of you tonight,” she said, her tone calm yet commanding. “Jay said he went over the basics, but let me fill you in. Don’t worry, it’s always a blur the first night. We run a good place, though. Nice clients, friendly girls. Safe, clean, and yes, we change the sheets after every session.” Her words were reassuring, all said with a clear authority.

At the end of the hallway, she stopped in front of a door labeled “Vienna” in elegant gold script. When she opened it, I was pleasantly surprised to see it wasn’t some gaudy themed room. A large, cream-painted iron bed stood in the middle of the room, covered in a plush pale grey duvet. Soft light spilled from th chandelier above, and an enormous mirror leaned against one wall, reflecting the opulence of the room.

“This is where you’ll be working tonight,” Helen said with a teasing smile, strolling toward a grand wardrobe. She opened it, revealing a tantalizing selection of outfits–black and shiny, delicate lace, even a school uniform. My lips curled into a grin.

Helen noticed and smirked. “Oh, you’ll have fun,” she whispered, with more than a trace of mischief.

She spent the next few minutes walking me through the essentials, drawers that contained a variety of toys, condoms and lubes, even a selection of restraints in a drawer. The room was better equipped than I had imagined!

She pointed to the ensuite bathroom, small but clean and well appointed. “Clients are required to shower before anything starts,” she explained firmly. “And if their hygiene isn’t good enough, you’re free to refuse them.” Her expression made it clear that she meant business.

She then showed me a discreet button under the antique dresser. “Press this if you need Andre, our security. He’ll be here in seconds.” To prove her point, she pressed it, and within moments, a tall, muscular black man appeared in the doorway. His black suit fit him perfectly, his face serious but strikingly handsome. I was instantly attracted to him. The way his eyes roamed over me, lingering for just a second too long, told me he had noticed my reaction,my interest.

“Andre, bağdat caddesi escort this is Sara. It’s her first night,” Helen said, casting him a knowing look. “Make sure she’s well taken care of.”

Andre’s deep voice sounded through the room. “Nice to meet you, Sara. I’ll be nearby if you need anything.”

As he left, my mind wandered, picturing him towering over me, his strong hands on my bare shoulders as, on my knees, I looked up at him, into his eyes, before I began to devour his huge, glistening cock. As this thought played out in my mind I felt the heat between my thioghs intensify.

I was snapped back to reality by Helen’s hand on my shoulder. Her grip was firm, and when I turned to her, the playfulness was gone, replaced by something colder, more dominant.

“Now, Sara,” her voice was sharper, her eyes narrowing with intensity. “This isn’t a charity, and it’s not a game. You get paid to fuck, so you fuck. Follow the rules, and you’ll do well. Mess up, and you’re out. You give the clients a good time, make them feel like they’re the only thing in your world, and we’ll get along just fine. Understand?”

I nodded, feeling both unnerved but also deeply aroused by her authority. I wasn’t used to submitting to women, but something about Helen–the way she carried herself, the edge beneath her elegance–was stirring something inside me.

“Oh, and you’re okay with piss, right?” she asked suddenly, her voice turning casual as if it were the most normal question in the world.

“Uh, yeah,” I stammered, caught off guard. It wasn’t something I advertised, but the truth was, it excited me. A fetish that had grown over time, one I’d explored at first quietly, privately. But then, as my confidence grew, one that had played an increasingly large part in my sexual experiences with others. Pee play turned me on as much as anything else I enjoyed and the thought that it might be part of my work here excited me even more.

“Good,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. “Clients seem to love it. I think you’ll be popular.”

She pointed to the bed. “It’s got a waterproof sheet under the cotton. And there’s the bathroom if you need it. Just keep it off the carpet or the furniture.”

With a final, teasing wink, she headed toward the door. “Oh, and if anything breaks, you’re paying for it. Including whatever the client breaks. Don’t get too carried away,” she laughed softly.

Before she left, she turned back one last time. “You’ve got a client in 15 minutes. His name’s Mark, early 30s. Been coming here for a while, so treat him well. He’s a nice guy, should kozyatağı escort be a pretty easy gig.”

And with that, she was gone, leaving me with a racing heart and a simmering heat that was impossible to ignore.

–

I took my time undressing, savoring each moment as I slid out of my clothes and into the lingerie Jay had specified for my first night. In my bag, I carried a set he’d requested: a pale pink silk bra, delicately trimmed with lace, underwired to enhance my modest 32B breasts. The matching panties were full-backed, just revealing enough, their lace edges perfectly contrasting with the silk. And then there was the finishing touch of a pink lace leg garter. This had been my idea, an addition I had always found immensely sexy, serving no real purpose other than to excite. I had always loved how something so impractical could be so undeniably sexy.

After fastening the bra, I paused to admire myself as I stepped into the panties, feeling the smoothness of my bare pussy against the soft fabric. At this point in my lfe I couldn’t imagine being anything but completely smooth down there–I had started shaving almost as soon as I had become sexually active and progressed from there to waxing. This has been the suggestion of my first female partner who introduced me to it personally. And, whilst it hurt like hell, nothing beat the smooth, soft feeling that waxing gave.

I stood up, adjusting the panties so they fit snug around my bum. I let my hair tumble free from the ponytail I’d arrived in. The lingerie, soft and almost virginal, contrasted with the playful naughtiness of the garter, giving me the exact look Jay had envisioned.

“You’ve got a great vibe,” he had told me, his words cutting through the hum of conversation in the busy coffee shop. “Outwardly pure, inwardly filthy. Does that sound like something you can convey?”

I remember thinking that in one sentence he’d pretty much summed up how I wanted to be seen, how perfectly those words captured the duality I’d always craved. I had smiled, knowing I could deliver exactly that. And now, staring at my reflection, I knew I had nailed it. Sexy, innocent, and with just the right edge of filthy–a look that begged to be devoured.

I carefully folded my clothes, tucking them into a drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe, my mind racing as I took one last look around the room. How would the night unfold?

Before I could spiral any further, there was a soft knock on the door.

My pulse quickened, and an unexpected wave of nerves washed over me. This was it. No turning back now. A thousand thoughts rushed through my mind–what if this Mark was awful, ugly, fat? What if, despite all my fantasies, the ones that had kept me up at night with my fingers slipping between my thighs, as a succession of mysterious men entered me, I froze when the moment came?

I swallowed, my chest tightening, but before I could spend any longer in this state of anxiety, a quiet, almost breathless voice escaped my lips: “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and I held my breath.

It was a hot summer’s day and I was at home. I should have been at work but there are times when excessive heat is a legitimate reason for not working and this was one of them. I told the boss that it was time to call it a day and he agreed — with no argument, so it must have been hot.

Arriving home I found my son’s car there so presumably he was home. Passing the family room I heard some voices that seemed to be laden with snark and not wanting to deal with teenage angst I kept right on going. A quick shower and a change of clothes and I was ready for some serious bludging. I retired to the front room, noting that the teenage voices were still laden with snark. I was not going to sort out a teenage quarrel. A hiding to nothing doing that.

It turned out that I should have done just that. I’d barely gotten settled when the snark turned to anger and I was treated to the sounds of fists landing and something making a loud crash, followed by an accusatory ‘now look what you’ve done’.

From the sound of it the brawl was about to go into round two but I thought it might be advisable to investigate the results of round one. I made smart time to the family room.

There were three occupants to the room. Roger, my son, Tony, his best friend, and Pauline, a pretty young thing I’d seen around a time or two. Now that I thought about it the boys had both attended her eighteenth birthday a couple of weeks back. Both boys were a little older than Pauline but not by much. The look on her face said she was enjoying the situation. That told me her maturity was on a level with the boys, not very high.

“Enough,” I growled out before battle broke out afresh. “May I ask what happened to my coffee table?”

“Tony broke it,” Pauline said quickly, keen to shift the blame away from herself.

I looked at Tony and he was already shaking his head.

“Don’t blame me,” he said quickly. “I fell when Roger punched me. I couldn’t help it.”

“Back,” Roger said quickly. “You punched me first.”

“Really?” I said in a dry voice. “And what was the reason for this punching?”

Both lads promptly shut up, glanced towards Pauline, you could practically see the lip-zippers being fastened. The three of us glanced toward Pauline who was doing her best to look as innocent as a baby.

“Like that, is it?” I observed. “Anyway, seeing that there’s only one car here I have to assume that you all came in Roger’s car. Roger, you will take Tony home, swinging past Doc Manner’s place to get that arm checked. I’ll give it a fifty percent chance of being broken, what with that dent on the side of it. After that you can swing past A-Mart to see what it will cost you to replace my coffee table with a similar one. Of course if your arm is broken you can put that little chore off to the weekend.”

Both boys starting protesting, the gist of the protests being what about Pauline.

“Don’t worry your pretty heads about her,” I told them, giving them a happy smile. “I will personally drive her home after I’ve had a short chat with her. Or I’ll order a taxi if that’s what she prefers.”

The look I gave them apparently convinced them all to shut up. A closer look at Tony had me making a sling for his arm and helping him into the car. The probability of a break I now put at seventy five percent. Idiots.

I thoughtfully rested one hand on Pauline’s shoulder just in case she decided to walk home rather than bother me for a lift. She was probably tempted to get in with the boys but Tony was obviously in a great deal of pain and jostling him was a decided no-no. Likewise I’ve seen the back seat of Roger’s car and I doubt that a self-respecting goat would climb in there. A female passenger? Not in this lifetime.

Once inside I steered her into the family room and directed her to sit while I looked over the coffee table. The broken coffee table. The broken glass coffee table.

“That’s a bit of a pity,” I said mildly. “Supposed to be unbreakable. Turns out that it’s not. Look at that splinter.” I indicated a splinter then ran the full length of the table.

“A sword should be as long and as sharp as that shard of glass. Just think, if that had come loose Tony could have had that right through his throat. He’d have been dead before he hit the ground with blood spurting kurtköy escort everywhere. Alternatively he might have been skewered through the chest and sliced his heart in two. Doesn’t bear thinking about, does it?”

She’d gone so white it was obvious she was thinking about it. I rubbed it in a bit more.

“Talk about two birds with the one stone. Tony dead on the floor and Roger facing a murder charge and a long time in the slammer.”

“But it was an accident,” protested Pauline. “Roger didn’t intend any of that to happen.”

“Maybe not but it did. I guess I’ll have to ground him for months now. From what I heard he did strike the first blow.”

“What? No he didn’t. Tony swung first and busted Roger in the mouth. All Roger did was retaliate.”

“I see. Ah, what were they arguing about?”

She shut up in an instant. No way was she going to tell.

“Why don’t I take an educated guess,” I asked. “They were arguing over you and you were letting them, possibly even urging then on a bit.”

She blushed very nicely, letting me know I was right.

“I was just teasing them a little,” she confessed. “That was all. It wasn’t my fault they went overboard.”

“Two young idiots with their brains in their balls and it’s not your fault if they react when you tease them? You’re just as much to blame as either of the boys. More so, really, as you could have shut them down if you cared to do so. Am I right?”

“I didn’t think that they’d start a fight,” Pauline protested but I was having none of that.

“As soon as the fight started you should have been bringing it to a halt,” I snapped. “Both the boys will suffer penalties over this but so will you.”

“That’s not fair. I wasn’t fighting.”

“No, but you did instigate it. This leaves me with a little conundrum. I can withdraw Roger’s license for a month or two. Toby is already without his, courtesy of the police. That would leave the pair of them walking for a little while which will serve them right. You, on the other-hand, would just get a copy of your license and ignore what I said. Making you pay for the coffee table won’t work as it’s cheap and the boys would insist on a three-way split if I make them pay. Nope. The only thing I can think of is to put you across my knee and paddle your backside.”

“You. Wouldn’t. Dare.” She barely breathed the words out, already knowing that I would dare. “I’d tell my father and then you’d be in trouble.”

“Possibly,” I admitted. “It would make for an interesting court case, complete with pictures of the assaulted parts.”

She winced at that. Let people know she’d been spanked? Let someone take photos of her bottom? She’d rather die.

That was the point when my phone cheeped a message had arrived. A quick glance and I sadly shook my head.

“That was Roger. They’re bypassing Doc Manner’s place and going straight to the hospital. They’ve decided on a definite break and wanted it x-rayed immediately or sooner. Good thing they didn’t take him home and leave him there with a painkiller.”

A certain young lady was starting to look a little queasy. It was time for repercussions to start. Duty required it of me. So did my lecherous sense of fun.

I took hold of Pauline’s arm and drew her towards me and over my knee. As soon as she realised what was happening she started protesting. Not resisting, just protesting.

“Hey, stop it,” she mumbled. “This isn’t right. You shouldn’t be doing this. Leave me alone.” The unhappy protests continued, indicative that she wasn’t happy but sort of acknowledging she’d screwed up and a penalty would be paid. “Say what?” The volume of her voice increased dramatically when her panties went down. Her gentle generic protests also went by the way and she was now telling me in explicit terms that what I was doing was wrong.

“Just what is your problem?” I asked once she was across my knee with her panties around her ankles.

“You’ve pulled my panties down, you oaf. What do you think my problem is?”

“Of course I’ve pulled your panties down. Very nice panties they are, too. A little lacy for my taste but they certainly suit you. The trouble is I’m going to be beating your bottom. My rough hand on silk lace would probably result beykoz escort in the silk catching and tearing. I’m sure you don’t what that to happen, so – – -“

She gave a loud and vociferous reply, using a lot of words to say no.

“Well, I’m sorry but I’d have thought you would expect a spanking to be on a bare backside. You do have a very attractive one, you know?”

Apparently the attractiveness of her bottom was no concern of mine and I should keep my hands off of it.

Ever conscientious I lifted her dress out of the way and poked certain areas which were also soft and curved.

“Would you prefer me to spank here?” I asked, poking at a new place.

“What? No! I don’t want to be spanked at all.”

“I’m sure you don’t. A pity you didn’t think of that before you stirred up trouble.”

Point made I started with a proper spanking. I was, to be quite frank, pissed off. This foolish young lady had almost caused a nasty accident and it was no thanks to her that all that went wrong was a broken coffee table and a broken arm. I explained this to her in great detail, explaining everything that might have gone wrong. I also asked her to stop squalling like a two year old being chastised as she was hurting my ears. (I was quite surprised when she did.)

I finished the spanking in a timely manner (it was just a lesson rather than a desire to beat the idiot senseless, after all) and swung her back to her feet. She stood there, glaring at, clutching at her bottom. The impression I got was that she wanted to jump up and down and scream at me but her bottom smarted too much.

She certainly wasn’t thinking too clearly as she was facing me. To be clutching her bottom she had to hitch her dress up somewhat, showing all.

“If you want to call me a nasty old pervert feel free to do so,” I told her. “I’d object to the old but compared to your youth I guess it counts.”

(I suppose I should have advised her to lower her dress but that was the pervert in me coming out. I quite enjoyed the scenery.)

She took advantage of my advice and started yelling at me. She stamped to and fro, not even realising that kicking her leg about during the spanking had resulted in her panties being kicked off. (Probably a blessing in disguise as she didn’t have to worry about tripping over them.)

Being a gentleman I actually listened to what she had to say. It revolved around my not being her father and she didn’t have to listen to what I said. She also admitted she’d been in the wrong, which quite surprised me, but insisted that didn’t mean that I had the right to spank her. I was a cruel, inhuman, swine, and she was going to tell Roger and Tony what I’d done and they’d have a go at me.

“Hold on a moment,” I interrupted. “I suspect Roger and Tony will be least seen as far as I’m concerned for a couple of weeks. When you do get around to telling them remember that they’re boys. They’ll want to see where you were spanked and may even want to give you an additional one. I’m not saying they will but you might like to take that under consideration.”

“They wouldn’t dare,” she said, sounding appalled at the thought. She also stopped pacing to glare at me.

“Wasn’t that what you said about me and my intentions?” I prompted and she got upset.

“They probably would, the rotten pigs. How dare they suggest that? I won’t have it.”

“Ah, they haven’t suggested it yet. I just wanted you to keep it in mind as a possibility. You can tell them I read you the riot act. That will give you sympathy. They’ve both experienced that before.”

“What did they do?” Curiosity edged out her wrath for a moment.

“Never mind.” She would mind if I knew girls. She’d nag them until they told her what had happened. She’d laugh at them and that would keep that lesson in mind for the two idiots.

She suddenly remembered that she was mad at me and started stomping around again, thinking up new reasons why I shouldn’t have paddled her. It was amusing to watch the look on her face when she remembered that it hurt and clutched her bottom again. With that came the awareness that she was showing off her panties when the front of her dress rode up, what with her lifting it to softly touch her bottom, promptly üsküdar escort followed by the horrified realisation that she wasn’t wearing any panties and that meant —.

She froze to the spot, her hands pushing the front of her dress back into place, while she looked around for her panties.

“Under that chair over there,” I politely informed her. “Smarting a little, is it?”

“What do you care? You caused it,” she snapped.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t care,” I assured her. “After all you are a guest. Come here a moment.”

I reached over and before she could refuse or protest she was once more bent over my knee, my hand once more on her bottom.

“It is a little red,” I said, and started rubbing it lightly.

“What are you doing? You shouldn’t be touching me like that.”

“It’s okay,” I assured her. “I’m just encouraging the heat to move away. This will take the pain with it. I’ll just move the heat here where it won’t hurt.”

My hands slipped to the warm area between her thighs. For some reason the area was quite warn already — aroused but feeling no pain. My fingers worked with a will, touching her, arousing her, exciting her.

My fingers dipped and stroked. Pauline had ceased protesting. That didn’t mean she was silent. She was making funny little sound what were more of an encouragement that a desire that I cease and desist.

After a while her hand closed around me, unbuttoning me and sliding her hand inside my trousers and catching my erection in a ready grip. I moved her onto the carpet on all fours while I knelt behind her stretching her lips.

“Are you going to do it?” she demanded, her face pale.

“Yes and no,” I replied. “All I’ll do is start. If you say stop then I’ll stop. The choice will be yours. Okay?”

She looked nervous as a kitten facing a large dog but she gave me a little nod. “Do it,” she mumbled.

I spread her lips a little more, giving myself some room. As soon as the head of my erection was pressing against her soft flesh I let her lips close around me, with her eyes going wide with the shock of it. Nothing had really happened yet but she certainly knew what was about to take place. She swallowed nervously while I held her hips steady, and pushed deeper.

This time I broke her hymen and she gave a small scream. I promptly froze in place, not wanting to scare her.

“That hurt,” she complained.

“That’s not unusual. The first time, the man has to break through the woman’s hymen, which can be painful. I took it slowly for that reason. That should be all for the pain. Now the sweetness should start. Shall I continue? It would be a pity to reach this far and not find out how it finishes. You can still say stop at any stage.”

I stayed still for a few moments, giving her time to contemplate her situation and decide what to do. Before she had a real chance to decide yay or nay I started moving again, pulling back and letting her see what it felt like when I returned. No pain this time, just pleasant feelings she hadn’t encountered before.

I continued on my happy way. The longer I carried on the harder it was for her to say no, which was fortunate as I really didn’t want to stop. After a minute or so I was relieved to find her moving with me, her response tentative but accepting, taking what I was delivering.

The noises she was now making were replete with approval. She had decided that she liked this sort of activity and was now willing to stay with me until the end. I teased her breasts and rode her hard, her excitement increasing with every thrust.

When I was ready my hands settled on her hips and I started giving my all. It didn’t take long before she squealed and started bucking under me, her climax running away with her. This was my cue to cut loose and give her everything I had stored. (I must remember to ask her about birth control. We wouldn’t want any accidents, would we?)

Pauline just seemed to collapse onto the carpet, indicating that she had no objections to what had just taken place. It turned out that Pauline was a talker. She wanted to discuss what we’d done. Would it feel the same with any other man? How would I know? I redirect that one to her girlfriends. Does age make a difference? Certainly. We older type have more experience and do things better. I gently pointed out at one stage that I don’t have a vagina and her questions were meaningless to me.

Eventually she wanted a shower and I directed her to the bathroom. Was I going to shower with her? I’d be a poor host not to cater for her requirements. Anytime she came around she’d find me only too willing to help her.

This is the first story I ever wrote. I have rewritten it, as there were many grammatical and context issues. It is about the first married woman I ever slept with. Not that I ever intended to sleep with a married woman. My mother brought me up well and tried to instil a good set of moral values in her darling boy. And so, at the tender age of eighteen, I was living under the assumption that I would never sleep with a mate’s girl and definitely never with another man’s wife.

One can’t make allowances for a standing cock, though. And when the woman concerned is making most of the moves, it takes a man much stronger than I to say no. Suffice it to say, once you have broken through a barrier, the second, third and fourth times are much easier.

It is based on actual events, but I have taken some artistic licence and embellished some of the sex.

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It was the summer of 65, and a bunch of my mates and I rode our motorbikes down to Ohope Beach on the east coast of the North Island. We were all eighteen and at the end of our first full year working.

A mate’s father had delivered our tent and some camping gear for us as he drove through to Opotiki, where the family had a holiday bach. Shaun’s father’s ability to deliver our heavier items was one reason we chose Ohope Beach. But the fact that we’d heard Ohope Beach was overrun by dozens of eligible girls and not many guys also had a bearing on our decision. Rumour had it that all the guys went to the big party beaches North of there, like Mt Maunganui and Waihi Beach.

When we arrived, we found the rumours to be mostly true. However, a few of the girls we saw on the first day were not old enough to be partying with us in a rowdy lot. We were all around eighteen, and the legal age in NZ was sixteen, but many girls we saw on the first day were younger than that. One of our mates had an Anglia van, and we filled the back with more than a few cartons of beer to last the duration of our stay.

The campground owner didn’t look too happy when he saw us arrive, thinking he had a biker gang on his hands. But we were all pretty respectable and holding down good jobs. Shane’s father had already set up the large 12′ x 12′ tent on our site, so the camp owner, with words of warning about noise, directed us down to our site. He must have had some inkling of the fact we were a lot of young-blooded youths, though, as we were right down the far end of the camp, as far away from the showers and kitchens as you could get.

We began to party as soon as we had our sleeping bags off the bikes and into the tent. By 8:00 pm that night, we had our first warning about keeping the noise down and avoiding our hassling the young ladies walking by. I should point out that none of the girls walking by seemed to object to our yells of appreciation. A couple of the boys managed to lure a girl back into the tent that night, but mostly we just got pissed and had a lot of fun. We didn’t upset too many people, and quite a few of our neighbours visited and had a beer with us. Many of them were fathers who came to check our bikes out.

The next day we spent on the beach. We did a bit of surfing, but as we only had two boards, we mainly just sunbathed and told stories. We had quite a following of girls, but I doubted many of them would be let out at night to party with us that night. So the talk turned around to our packing up and heading back up to Mt Maunganui, where we had spent the previous Christmas. Those arguing against moving pointed out that we would struggle to get our tent and other heavy items up to Mt Maunganui on the back of our bikes.

I wasn’t keen on travelling to Mount Maunganui. The others seemed to have very short memories. We had not exactly been overrun with females when we had stayed at the Mount the year before. The consensus was we would give it another day.

That afternoon, I met a cute little redheaded teen named Jenny. Right away, I found she knew who we were, as her elder brother worked with some of us guys back in Auckland. In between swims, Jenny and I chatted until dinner time, then arranged for her to try and sneak out to our party that night.

We started drinking about 4:00 pm and were raving by 7:00 pm when Jenny turned up to tell me her parents wouldn’t let her out. I walked her back to the campsite and spoke to her dad, but although he seemed okay with me, he would not give in. He could not come to terms with his daughter hanging out with a bunch of young hooligans on motorbikes.

Jenny walked back part of the way to our tent. She kissed me, and we arranged to meet at a park further down the beach after lunch the next day. There was a walk through some native bush at the back of this park, so I was dreaming about getting her alone.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of drinks, jokes played on one another and teasing the guys who had managed to pick up a girl.

The next morning, we talked with some guys camped near us and found they were travelling up to the bostancı escort Mount the next day, as they’d heard some campsites had come free. They offered to put our tent on their trailer if we wanted. So we all agreed to pack and leave the following day.

At about 10:00 am, my mate Phil and I were headed to the other end of the camp for a shower when a car drove up behind us and honked its horn. We turned to find two girls in a Falcon station wagon trying to drive past us. Phil was always a cheeky bugger and would not get out of the way, making them stop. He leaned in the passenger window and proceeded to chat up the girl on that side.

I headed for the driver’s window. “Hey, beautiful. Where are you going?”

I was face to face with an attractive lady much older than the young girl sitting beside her. My immediate thought was, bugger, I have picked the wrong side and saw that I had, as the young lady Phil was chatting up, was pretty. She had long blond hair and wore a yellow halter neck over her bikini top and cut-off jeans. The lady I had in front of me looked to be about thirty, but she was quite hot.

I have always had the gift of the gab and no problems talking to older women. In fact, of the girls I have dated so far, I always got on well with their mothers–so much so that in a couple of cases, I got some dangerous vibes from the fathers.

“Cheeky young man,” she quipped back, “I am old enough to be your mother, and I’m sure you are not the slightest bit interested in where we are going.”

“My mother! I don’t think so; you must think I am about two years old.”

“That’s very nice of you, but that is my daughter your friend is trying to chat up,” she said.

“No way, you’re just trying to put me off. You two look so much alike. You must be sisters.”

“You sure do talk some rubbish, but keep it up; you may get to believe it,” she said, giving me a mock-serious look.

I just laughed and replied that no matter what she said, I could not believe she was old enough to have a daughter that age.

“Besides, you are far too pretty to be a mother, with the best set of tits I have seen at this beach. What are your names?”

“Allison! And this is my daughter Hayley. Please keep the language clean around my daughter. Thanks.”

“Sorry, not sure why that popped out.” Then I whispered to her, “But it’s true all the same – they are incredible boobs. You had better watch out, as I am so young I may try breastfeeding.”

She tried to look shocked but also looked to be trying not to smile, obviously very pleased I liked her tits.

“Hey, Mum, shall we go to Phil and Dave’s party tonight? It’s in that tent where we noticed all the partying last night,” said Hayley. She couldn’t have been listening to anything we had said.

Phil must have been talking up a storm with her. I suddenly realised that this was her mother. Shit, she was sitting there behind the wheel wearing a transparent gauze shirt over her bikini top and cut-off jeans that showed most of her fantastic legs.

“There is no way you and I are going near that tent, young lady.”

“Aw, Mum, we were so bored last night. You said you wished there was a party going on.”

“Not with these guys. If they can stay sober, they can come around and have a drink with us.”

“I’m only two and don’t drink, Allison,” I replied.

Hayley looked bewildered, as she had no idea what I was talking about. But she mouthed, “Please come, it’s so boring here.”

Allison burst out laughing. “Very good. We may see you later then.” With that, she let out the clutch and drove off.

Phil wanted to know what that was all about. And he couldn’t stop talking about how great Hayley was and that we were definitely in with a chance.

As we continued walking to the showers, I told him he might be okay, but I was not interested. As attractive as Allison was, she had to be 20 years older than me and was married. But Phil would not be put off. He said that, like it or not, I was going with him tonight, if only to entertain Allison so he had a chance at getting Hayley alone.

After lunch, I showered, put on my cleanest shirt, and walked to the park to meet Jenny. She apologised for the night before and cuddled up to me. I took her hand, and we walked up into the bush. At the top of the track, we walked off to the left and exited the bush onto fields that overlooked the houses and the beach below. We spread our towels and lay down on a patch of grass where we couldn’t be seen from below. Lifting our heads, we had a beautiful beach view and out to sea.

I don’t remember us talking a lot. We just started kissing and were soon making moves at one another’s private bits, and I could not believe my luck, as Jenny was just as keen as me. When I realised she was not stopping me, I undid her shorts and eased them down below her knees. At the same time, she worked at the zip and belt on my shorts and, slipping tuzla escort them down, hooked them with her foot and removed them entirely. Not to be outdone, I pulled her panties down and removed both them and her shorts — all the while trying to keep kissing and cuddling so as not to break the moment.

She had ashen white skin, highlighting the bright burnt orange pubes between her legs. I couldn’t help staring; she was the first redhead I had been with, and I didn’t realise she would have the same coloured pubes. Oh, to be so young and naive again.

She didn’t mind me looking at her, so I knelt alongside her and lifted her t-shirt to her neck and lifted her bikini top to show her tits. Then, massaging her breasts with one hand, I slid my fingers up and down her slit with the other. Jenny started to move her hips in time with my movements and moved both hands to her breasts, one on top of my hand, the other working the nipple on the other breast.

Most of the sex I had had to date had been in the back of my mother’s car, which I often borrowed for dates, so this was an amazing experience. I was as hard as a rock and starting to hurt. She watched me and asked me what the problem was and why I looked so pained. I told her about lover’s balls and how a guy, when he got this excited, needed release.

She grabbed a hold of me and awkwardly rubbed my shaft. I had to help her and show her how to stroke it and get me off. Once she got the hang of it, I slipped my finger back into her and moved it in time with the strokes she was giving me. I must have been doing something right as she started to whimper and thrust her hips back into me.

It did not take very long at all, and I came. The feeling came right up from my toes, and then I splashed cum all over Jenny’s hand and onto her breasts. I thought she would be pissed off, but instead, it tipped her over the edge, and she came. Nothing great and rapturous, just a tightening of her thighs on my hand and eyes clenched tight in concentration.

She used her towel to clean up, and we got dressed. We talked for a while before returning to the beach and the campground. She said she wanted to try sex and could I get some condoms. I said I would, but we were leaving in the morning, so I was unlikely to see her. Jenny said to get them and that she would try to sneak out that night. She gave me their phone number in Auckland in case she couldn’t get out. But insisted she would sneak down somehow.

Once we got to the campground, feeling as guilty as hell about what we had just done, we parted before her father saw us together. I headed to the tents, where the guys were already getting into the beers. Phil immediately got in my ear about going down and seeing Allison and Hayley.

“No way!” I said. “I need a beer, and besides, I don’t think either of us has a chance there. Also, Jenny is going to try to get out tonight, so I have to race down and buy some condoms at the chemist before it closes.”

“Hey! You may not have a chance, but I do. Come on, help me out, and look after her mother while I give it a shot.”

I thought about this and realised I was being a bastard. Phil didn’t get to go out with that many girls, and none of the ones I had seen him with were as pretty as Hayley. I realised that, secretly, I was a bit jealous that he had a chance with Hayley. She was one horny-looking chick, and if I had been on that side of the car this morning, I would have been just as keen as him, maybe even keener.

“Okay, let me race down the chemist, get a beer, and we’ll go and have a look,” I said.

Forty minutes later, we walked down to the tents and caravans along the beachfront. Hayley had told Phil that was where they had a caravan and to look out for the car. We found it without any trouble, as they had two sites: one with a large caravan with a large awning on one side and their car and a boat on a trailer on the other side.

Phil nudged me to go in and knock on their door. But as we got to the caravan, we could see three or four adults and some teenagers in deck chairs at the front overlooking the beach. They had drinks and nibbles, and all were talking up a storm. I suddenly got a bit nervous, thinking that one of the men had to be Allison’s husband and he would likely give us a very short shift. Allison looked up and saw us, got up and intercepted us before we got around the side. She hustled us back the way we had come.

“We have had my husband’s brother and family turn up. They are staying for dinner, but they won’t be late, as they have to drive back to Rotorua tonight. Will you come back later? Hayley will be disappointed if you don’t; she tells me you guys are leaving tomorrow.”

I realised the black car parked by hers had to be the uncle’s.

“No problem. Phill is bugging me about staying sober. He is very keen. So I guess he will be down looking for that car to go every half hour.”

Allison laughed göztepe escort at that and said, “Of course, you are not interested in my breasts anymore, are you.”

That got me a bit tongue-tied, and I spluttered out something stupid, saying that I still thought they were nice.

Allison turned to Phil and told him he had to behave with Hayley. “She is barely of age, you know, and her father is a real bastard; he would do you damage if he found out about you.”

Phil was too nervous to reply, so I answered, “Hey, Phill is okay; he will look after her.”

Allison nodded, turned and walked back to their friends. Phill grabbed me and pulled me up between the tents next door onto the beach frontage.

“Shit, what are you doing? They will see us,” I said.

“Keep your head down. I want to have a look at Hayley,” said Phil.

The first thing we heard was the older guy asking who those guys were. Allison told him they were just a couple of young guys who had the hots for Hayley, and she had shooed us off. The guy looked to be a bit of an arsehole and asked Allison if we were likely to be trouble and did she want him to sort us out before he left. Allison and Hayley talked to him, convincing him we were perfectly okay and that we were leaving the next day. His wife even told him to settle down. Just because Bob had asked him to check on the girls didn’t mean he had to get so bolshie and protective. I figured out that Bob had to be Allison’s husband. Phil informed me that Hayley had mentioned that her father had returned to Auckland to work and taken her younger brother up as he had a cricket tournament until Friday.

As we walked back to our camp, I ripped open the packet of condoms I had bought and handed one to Phil. He said he didn’t think he would dare now. I told him not to be a silly bugger, that in my experience, the bigger prick the father was, the more likely you were to get laid.

“But, you had better get that condom on your dick if you do get lucky, as getting her knocked up could be a bit of a problem.”

We both had a good laugh at that, and upon reaching our tent, we got a beer and joined the party.

Phil was concerned I would get pissed and stuff it up for him. But I pointed out that I was hoping Jenny would sneak out later, and as I was on a promise, I would not be drinking much. I didn’t want to have brewers droop.

Sure enough, after an hour or so, about 8:00 pm, Phil started sneaking up to the beachfront to see if the uncle, aunt and the kids had left. About 9:00 pm, he came back very excited, saying they had just driven off. So we quietly slipped away from the tent (not wanting to be ribbed by our mates for being pikers) and walked up to Allison and Hayley’s caravan.

Hayley was waiting for us and was happy to see us walk in. “I wanted to come down and get you guys once they left, but Mum wouldn’t let me go. We have a tape recorder with all the latest songs. Do you like to dance?”

I noticed that they had both changed and put on dresses and makeup. Allison looked stunning. Her makeup was very subtle, and she wore a long, light blue dress. I was puzzled as to why she would have put so much effort into dressing up for us. I guess women love an excuse to dress up. I felt a little underdressed, wearing my T-shirt and board shorts.

“Slow down,” Allison said, motioning to Hatley. “I’ll get them a drink first. What do you want, Phil?”

“Oh! A beer, if I can. What do I call you?” asked Phil.

“Allison, of course. I’ll get really upset if you call me Mrs Fraser. What about you, Dave?”

“I don’t want to drink beer. I’ll have whatever you have,” thinking she may have orange juice, or something.

“Right!” said Allison. “You two get the music on. Not too loud, Hayley. Dave and I will go get the drinks.”

I followed her into the caravan, and she grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, which I took to Phil. When I returned to the caravan, Allison had finished mixing us each a Bacardi and coke.

“Sit down and tell me about you and the guys you are travelling with.”

Allison looked out the door, then shut it and came and sat next to me at the table.

“They are dancing, so we can leave them alone for a bit,” she said.

I told her that there were ten of us. Phil, myself and three others were all in our second year of an aircraft engineering apprenticeship. The other five were either drawing or engineering apprentices with other companies. She asked what my bike was, and I told her it was a 1954 Matchless G45 500cc twin. I had completely rebuilt the engine, so it went pretty well, but I was saving up for a Triumph Bonneville 650.

She said she would love a ride on my bike, maybe before we left in the morning.

I asked her about her husband. She told me he was a bastard. She had gotten pregnant with Hayley when she was barely of age and had to get married, which is why she was so worried that Hayley would not turn out like her. I asked what she meant by this, and she told me she was hopeless at Hayley’s age and had rebelled against her strict father. She demurely told me that a guy only had to touch her nipples, and she was lost. It had gotten around how easy she was, and she had quite a few guys before she finally fell pregnant with Bob.

“If you think he is a bastard, why don’t you leave him?”

It was 3:55 pm and my flight just touched down at Will Rogers Airport. I was ready to get off the plane and start my new adventure. My heart could not stop pounding; my erection must have been overly obvious to anyone that glances down. I didn’t care. I don’t know anybody in this state other than Mistress and she’s all I care about. That’s all I can think about. Hell, that is the only reason I took this plane trip and took the jump. I am finally going to let go and explore my deepest fantasies once and for all.

As I made my way through the terminal, I wondered how I will be greeted. You see, Mistress has a very wicked sense of humor. She is very charming and smart, but also playful and ornery. So I am a little nervous for that surprise. But that was not the case today. My eyes lay upon her for the first time in the flesh as I am descending down the escalator. I see that beautiful brunette hair and the smile that is just makes her whole face light up. She is more gorgeous in person than what I’ve seen in photos and Facetime calls.

There is no embarrassing sign or dog collar on a leash waiting for me, nothing like that. Just a pretty girl with an enchanting smile, she looks me in the eyes and says, “My little slut, it’s so good to finally see you in person. Follow me; I have a lot planned for you.”

I follow right behind her without hesitation. Do I care if any of these people heard what she called me? I don’t care; I am here for her. She leads me to the elevators that will take us to the parking garage. As we wait for the elevator, we make small talk, as a normal couple would.

“The flight was fine, uneventful and went by fast.” However, once inside the elevator alone, she grabbed the middle of my shirt. It spooked me, but I quickly recognized where this was going and played along. Instantly, my face was pulled to hers and she asked me in a very stern and straight forward way,

“Are you going to behave, my slut? Do exactly what I say and obey, no questions asked?”

“Mistress, absolutely. That is why I am here,” I replied.

“Good slut,” she said as she kissed me passionately and bit my upper lip… hard. “You have no idea how good it feels, knowing I am going to break you,” she said as the elevator doors opened and we came to our floor in the parking garage.

By the time we make it through the airport and to her car, it’s about twenty past the hour. Mistress opens her trunk and tells me to put my two bags in there. I obey and get in her car. “Slut, what hotel did you book us at?” she asks. “It’s the downtown Sheraton Mistress. I booked it because it was central to everything,” I replied.

“Good, we will make our way to the hotel but first I have a surprise for you,” She told me. “When you see the clock strike 4:20, you can open the glove box and spark the treat I have for you.” Oh my goodness, I think I am falling for this girl. She knows the way to my heart and not to mention ataşehir escort my dick has been hard since I got off the plane. “Before you toke that, you should know that it is sealed with the very sweetest nectar you will ever taste.” Oh my god, did she just tell me what I think she said? I opened the glove box to find a purple lighter and a pristine rolled joint. “I woke up horny this morning and rubbed myself until I came. As soon as I was wet and sloppy, I rolled up a surprise joint for you. However, instead of licking the edge to seal it; I moistened my fingers with my pussy juice and sealed your joint with my pure cum.” Oh my fucking god, she has me, I am hers forever. That was the sweetest joint I’ve ever tasted. We enjoy our 4:20 joint and continue the drive to downtown.

About 20 minutes into our drive, we pull off into a strip mall. I asked what was going on and Mistress replied with, “Today is full of surprises.” Oh my god, I’ve been on the ground for less than an hour, how much better can this get?

She parks and we get out of the car. She walks over to the door of one of those Asian nail salons. However, she doesn’t go in; she waits for me to figure out I shall open all doors for this princess for now on. As I open the door, she walks in and tells them we need two pedicures. The petite Vietnamese woman leads us both over to two pedicure chairs. She tells Mistress to pick out any color she wants and she joins me at the chairs. We sit down and start a pampering process. “Mistress, thank you, this is such a nice surprise.”

Her reply was, “Good. I wanted you to be nice and high for this, enjoy being pampered with me. Besides, you’re paying for it.”

I am happy to pay for our little surprise pedicure treat. I love having my feet rubbed and cleaned up. But that’s where it’s always stopped. I noticed Mistress leaned over and was talking to her girl, they were both giggling. She was telling her she thinks the color she picked out would look better on me.

“Mistress, if she puts that color on my toenails I may end up cuming in my pants right here.”

“Well, you best not do that, as I will make you lick it clean in front of all these women in here right now.” I was able to hold myself together and my girl finished painting my toes a bright neon purple. It is defiantly a feminine purple. Fuck, it looks gay. Well at least we are done….or so I thought. Now I am instructed to sit next to her while she gets a manicure. Of course, another surprise, guess who is now getting his first every manicure. I beg her not to paint my fingernails purple, but it didn’t matter. She was having fun and I can see she wants to feminize me. I must admit, I kind of like it. Actually I really like it, I’m super hard right now and she knows it.

After the nail salon we continue the drive but this time into an actual mall. I can only imagine what is pendik escort in store for me in here. This time, we walk right up to a Victoria’s Secret. She stops and sits on a bench outside the store. I am instructed to go into the store and purchase a pair of panties and a matching bra for myself and come back to her. She knows this is going to be fucking awkward, and the snobby cunts that work in that place are going to be watching with judgmental eyes. But that’s what she wants, so that’s what she will get. My Mistress wants me to feel the humiliation. She wants me to feel the embarrassment of buying panties from stuck up bitches. I picked out a purple set. I am starting to like this.

I make my purchase with cash as to not leave a paper trail. However, when handing over the cash, the clerk notices my freshly painted nails and she smiles. She knows what I am about to do and I am probably not the first she has dealt with like this, today.

We leave the mall and continue our journey towards the hotel. This time, before we get there, she pulls off to an “Adam this is what your serve; this pussy owns your mind, body and soul. Do you agree?”

“Oh, absolutely, Mistress. I am so lucky to serve you.”

“Good. Now stand up and let’s see what I am working with. Everything off, strip, now!” she said with a stern voice.

“Yes, Mistress.”

I carefully undress and lay my clothes down on the dresser. I get to my underwear and hesitate. Mistress notices my hesitation and very strongly commands obedience. “Yes, Mistress, I am sorry,” I say as I drop my boxers at once.

“Oh very good. I like the looks of my new cock,” she said. “I am going to have fun, using this for my pleasure.” She strokes my cock with the ridding crop that was purchased about an hour earlier. Her hand slowly grabs my balls and stimulates my cock. It must be 8 inches and dripping with precum by now. I can barley hold back.

“No, no, no. I can see how badly you want to cum, but not yet, little slut.” She strokes my cock and slips on a simple yet tight cock ring. “Here. This is to help you last longer. I am giving this to you because I am nice and kind, but if I order you to not cum, then you better obey. Otherwise, I may not be so nice and kind.”

The cock ring slips on my throbbing cock. I don’t know if I will be able to fight this off, but with everything I have I will suppress the urges and work to keep from cuming. She leads me into the bathroom by the cock. I gladly follow. Upon entering the bathroom, she says to me, “We are going to mold that cock. I want you to feel your own dick fucking you.”

After the molding process is complete, Mistress takes one of the hotel glasses in the bathroom and removes the paper cover. “Here. This is for you. You are going to cum in this glass and lap it up, like a little puppy. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I ümraniye escort reply. This is, in fact, one of my biggest fantasies. I am so excited it is happening in real life. Mistress jerks me off and grabs a tight hold to my balls. She milks the nut from my balls, and pumps it into the glass and places the paper cover back on the glass.

“Good. Now, let’s shave that cock while it’s still hard,” she says as she sets the glass on the counter. First, it starts with cleaning up and shaving my shaft and balls. That, however, leads to my legs and stomach. Again, I know what she is doing. She is feminizing me, and I am really turned on by it. By the time my legs are nice and smooth, my cock is rock hard again. Mistress grabs my cock and gives it some good tugs. Damn, I am close to cuming again, and she knows it. She pushes me to my knees in the shower. She tilts my head back. “Open up, slut. You are going to drink your nut, and you better not swallow right away! I want to see you swish it around for at least two minutes.”

It seems like the longest and hottest two minutes of my life. I can’t believe I finally have my own jizz in my mouth and I am loving it. “Good, slut. Now swallow,” Mistress tells me. I do it, I swallow the whole load. It was warm and salty, but I loved it. It made me hard all over again.

As soon as my mouth is empty of my own cum, she has me finish showering. “clean up and when you are done, you’ll find me on the bed, crawl to me.” I do as instructed. I finished showering and drying off. I knew enough to stay naked, plus my bags are still in her car. The only things I could possibly put on are what we purchased today.

On my hands and knees, head down I come crawling out of the bathroom and towards her as she is laying on the bed. She’s not naked as she has on leggings but her pussy is exposed and she’s rubbing it. I can see the moistness shine as she rolls her fingers over her clit.

“Let’s see what the tongue can do, get your face between my legs and don’t stop until I’ve pulled your ears off your head.”

Trust me the pleasure is all mine. I’ve been waiting to taste her and make love to her pussy with my tongue since we started talking. She’s always had a very beautiful pussy, but seeing it up close and in person pushes me to the next level. I’m so rock hard right now and she knows it. She is loves playing and teasing. “Ok” she said as she stands up on the bed. “Flip over and lay down” I do as instructed as she slaps my face. SMACK “I just felt like doing that.” she says. “Yes Mistress” was my only reply. It was at this time I see her getting in position to sit on my face. She is about to Queen me and I am beyond excited. This is a little bit different from what I was just doing. I was licking and making love to her with my tongue. Now she is ridding my face and using my nose to rub her clit. It’s different, not as sensual, more primal. She rides my face and I lick up all her juices that I can. From time to time, I gasped for air, but she never pushed me past the point of no return. As long as she came for me, that’s all I wanted. She could have drown me with her juices and I would have died happy. After she came she instructed me to clean my face and prepare for my next step of transformation.

To Be Continued.

I woke up at my usual time. I had a raging boner going and looking over at Amy’s sweet naked body didn’t help any. I laid there admiring her youth and beauty as she slept. Her breasts flat against her chest with their nipples pointed straight toward the ceiling. Her tanned skin showing the faint tan lines from her summer bathing suit. Hair draped half across her face. Her close cropped mound rising prominently from her lower abdomen and the soft rising and falling of her chest as she breathed in slumber. I wrapped my hand around my erection and slowly stroked up and down while my eyes drank in her visage.

She soon stirred and her eyes fluttered open. A smile creased her full lips and she looked first in my eyes and then down to my self ministrations. “Good morning” I said soft and low.

“Good morning” Amy returned, her eyes fixated on my shaft and then back to my eyes. “Is that for me? She asked.

“If you want it, then yes.”

“I do” Amy said “but give me a minute.” Amy got out of bed and went to my master bathroom. I watched through the open doorway as she went to the toilet to relieve herself. Then she went to the sink to wash her face. I watched in earnest as she bent over the sink. Her firm heart shaped ass exposed to my eyes, as was the slight gap between her well toned legs that revealed her lips between them.

She finished her face, then reached for the mouth wash on the counter. Amy took a healthy pull, rinsed her mouth and spat it into the sink. Amy stretched her hands up and over her head and yawned. Turning around towards me, she headed back to my bed.

“Are you hungry? Would you like a cup of coffee?” I asked still stroking slowly.

“I don’t drink coffee, but yes I am hungry…for this” Amy pulled my hand off my cock and slipped her mouth over the head and took it down to the point that she gagged. I moaned my approval and marveled at how quickly she had turned into a cock sucker.

Amy devoured my cock, as if she were a ravenous animal. She would go down further until the point of gagging and then back up. I could tell she wanted to take me all the way in and that was her goal. I laid back and enjoyed watching her perform.

I reached down toward her legs, careful not to interrupt her actions, and gently pulled her around so that her body was on top of mine with my head between her thighs. Her pussy was directly in front of my mouth. I could smell the sweet fragrance of her womanhood. She smelled as fresh as Spring as I began licking up and down the sides of her gash. She was already wet when I got there.

Amy stopped momentarily when my tongue began lapping her outer lips, but she quickly returned to moving her mouth up and down my length. I was thick and hard as slab of granite. Amy would alternate between sucking my length toward the recesses of her throat and licking around the crown kadıköy escort of my head. Her hand was cupping and massaging my sack. As I shoved my tongue into the canal of her womb, Amy groaned, which intensified the sensations I was feeling in my cock.

I would suck her lips, probe her vagina with my tongue and circle her swollen clit. My hands held a firm grip on her ass cheeks holding them apart. I could see her ass expand and contract as she continued to get turned on and her climax build. It seemed as if we were in a race to see who would explode first.

I slipped my middle finger inside her cunt. It was tight but relaxed a bit as I played and rubbed circles. Amy was running like a river and I used her juices to coat my middle finger for what I was about to do next. I continued sucking on her lips and slipped my finger to her ass. I rubbed circles around her opening as I ate her out. Every third or fourth lap I would gently press the pad of my finger against her opening. Amy didn’t flinch at my slow exploration of her ass.

I timed her flexion so at the next expansion, I pressed my finger and it slipped in up to the second knuckle. Amy’s body went stiff for a moment or two and she stopped sucking. I held my finger still and gently rolled my hips to encourage her to continue going down on me.

Amy’s head started moving in rhythm once more and I never stopped sucking her cunt. Amy moaned some more and as her hips continued to press against my face I eased my finger in even more. I kept my finger in her ass until it was buried as far as it would go.

I held it there and then started flicking against her clit. Amy was soon panting and breathing heavy while I sucked her lips and clit. I could tell she was building up but decided to try something different.

I withdrew my finger and rolled her off of me. Amy was surprised and gave me a WTF look. “Lets try something” I said, “come up here.”

I repositioned Amy so that she was laying on top of me. I pressed my cock against her pussy and told her “I want you to start rubbing your slit up and down my length…just rub yourself up and down me.”

Amy soon began rubbing her slick, swollen pussy up and down my shaft. It wasn’t as good as the blow job but her cunt was so sensitive her eyes closed and she took over grinding herself on my cock.

I reached up and tweaked her nipples while she ‘dry-docked’. I kissed her lips probing her mouth with my tongue. I then moved down her neck, kissing my way to her breasts. I took one and then the other in my mouth rolling her hard nipples against my tongue and gently pulling on them with my teeth. Amy was soon in a frenzy.

I laid there applying gentle but firm pressure on her cunt. Her wetness coated us both. Soon she was sliding herself up my length from the kartal escort tip to its base. I kept my hands on her hips as she rode my length. Amy settled into a steady pace and then she rose up and reached for the base of my cock, leaned back and started slapping it against her clit. Her eyes closed and she threw her head back moaning. I thought she was going to orgasm but she didn’t, she just kept slapping at several times against her sex. Then she did something else.

Amy leaned forward and lifted her hips slightly, allowing the tip of my member to brush against her opening. I thought she was about to impale herself, but she held the head of my cock at her opening and eased herself down to where the tip was just inside her lips. One good thrust on my end would have broke her cherry and ended the anticipation, but I held still. If she was going to lose her virginity, then I wanted her to do it and I could see by the pained expression that she wanted to so badly. Amy held herself, as well as my cock in place, and moaned out of frustration and desire.

It was all I could do to just hold myself in place and not take matters into my own hands. I watched as she would rise up and lower herself just an inch or two.

“I want you inside me so bad…” I held my silence. I could tell she was torn.

I moved my hand to her cunt. I gently squeezed her lips around my head and gently rubbed them around the portion of my cock that was at her opening. My thumb gently grazed her clit. Amy let out a guttural groan and lowered herself down a fraction of an inch more. My head was now completely enveloped by her outer lips. I could feel the pressure of resistance against the end of my tip where her hymen guarded her entrance.

Amy lowered a little further and winced as the pressure caused her pain. “I want to feel you inside me” she said looking down at the union our bodies made at her cunt.

“Are you sure this is what you want…I mean really sure?”

“Yes” Amy said softly, “But I can’t do it, it’s going to hurt…I can tell.”

“There’s no going back” I said.

“I know…” Amy said even quieter.

“Then you have to say it…I need you to tell me that this is what you really want.”

Amy looked at me with a mixture of passion and pain. I couldn’t tell which one was winning at this point.

Amy looked at me in the eye and said “I want you inside me, I want you to make me a woman…please.”

I gently rolled Amy off of the top of me and laid her down on the bed. My cock withdrew from its position and I spread her legs and kneeled between them upright. I laid my cock along her slit and pulled her thighs close to mine so we were touching. I leaned down and kissed her tenderly, stroking her hair. I felt her hands caress my lower back and her legs hook around my maltepe escort thighs pulling me closer. My cock ground against her pussy as we held each other and kissed.

I broke her kiss and asked once more if she was 100% sure. I assured her that she could back out now and everything would fine. I also told her that the first time would be painful and if she wanted me to stop at any time I would. Again I asked if she was sure she wanted me to make love to her.

Amy nodded her head and whispered “Yes, I want you to make me yours.”

Needing no more assurance I gently placed my cock at her entrance and held it there for a moment. Her cunt was gushing as if it was fully aware on its own on what was about to happen. I pressed my head inside her lips. I looked down and watched as her lips seemed to grip it on its own accord. I pressed further and felt the resistance against my head.

I ran my thumb around and over her clit several times. This seemed to relax her a bit and then firmly, yet gently held her hips as I thrust forcefully into her womb. Amy’s body went rigid as she let out a scream. I pulled back to where my head was just at her entrance and thrust once more. This time my whole cock went in and I bottomed out against the back wall of her pussy.

She felt magnificent, even better than I imagined. Amy was warm, wet and tight. Her womb gripped my shaft like a wet, velvet glove. I fell on top of her, holding her by her hips and began thrusting. Amy screamed several more times and then her screams turned into moans.

I pumped and continued pumping. I felt searing pain in my back as Amy dug her nails into my back. Her legs soon locked around my flanks and her hips began thrusting back against mine. I was under no illusion that she would orgasm, this being the first time her formally virgin cunt was being plundered by a cock, so I focused on emptying my balls inside her.

Amy buried her face in my neck and I could hear her moans combined with sobs. I felt her hot tears against my skin and I honestly would have felt a sense of compassion for her emotions had I not been focused on my own need for release.

Amy felt so good wrapped around my member that was close to cumming.

“You feel so good Baby” I assured her as I pounded.

At some point she stopped crying and began moaning. She was so tight. I could feel my seed beginning to boil up from my sack. I pounded even harder. My cock got harder and the first spurts of my jizz emptied from my sack. I felt spurt after spurt fill her womb. I kept thrusting, hitting the back of her vagina. I continued pumping sperm and thrusting until I was finally spent and out of breath.

Finally we stopped moving and lay there. I could feel my seed oozing out and coating my balls. Amy sniffed and clung to me like a drowning man on a life raft. I held her there like that for I don’t know how long, until I felt myself soften. I pulled out and rolled off of her body. Amy continued to cling to me and we laid together, me on my back and Amy half on top of me, afraid to let go.

I softly stroked her hair and after a few moments I broke the silence by whispering “You are a woman now…you are my woman now.”