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“Go ahead, open it,” he said to her, smiling.

The box in her lap was beautiful, intricately carved and deeply coloured; deceptively Light for its size. She lifted the wooden lid and unwrapped the layers of silk fabric to examine the box’s contents.

“It’s exquisite” she gasped, as she held out the antique kimono to better see its detail. Her heart was pounding, her breath caught in her throat. She shivered at the significance of the gift.

“It’s over five hundred years old, worn by one of the most renowned entertainers in all of Japan,” he said. “When you wear it, you must always speak in gentle tones, never raising your voice above a murmur. And,” his voice becoming deeper and darkly firm, “you must never question me, never deny me while in this garment. Whatever I ask you to do, you must trust me and acquiesce to my request.”

A shudder of pleasure ran through her, from the back of her neck, down the crest of her buttocks to someplace deep within her sex. She had not anticipated this from him, hadn’t realized she would find what she had silently been longing for all her life. She had found her equal, someone as strong as she was. With the receipt of a gift and with a few simple words, she could, would become his.

“Well, try it on” he said, his voice had a purring tone to it, easing her out of her astonished reverie. “I want you to go in the other room, undress, bathe and then put on for me. I want to see you in it.”

Dizzy, disoriented, she nodded her head in compliance and turned to the bath. “What am I doing?” she thought. “This is too much, too fast, I can’t.” Despite the protests in her head, she drew a shallow steaming bath, sitting on the wooden bench in the pool-like tub, rubbing herself with soap fragranced with patchouli, frankincense, myrrh, cardamom and clove. The mélange of scents was heady and hypnotic as she stroked her thighs; her hands slippery and slick she soaped her belly, her breasts; fingertips tracing languorous patterns around her nipples, curving under each globe, feel it’s weight, gently crushing them together, bubbles gathering in her décolleté.

She heard his voice through the door, disconnected and strange. He was talking on the phone, business by the sounds of it. He sounded different, harsh, and clipped. She felt a chill of apprehension pass through her; she never wanted to hear him speak to her in that tone. Heart quickening, she rinsed with the French shower, foam sliding from her body and into the drain. Only the redolence of the soap remained. Drying herself briskly, she attempted to shake off the narcotic effect of the recent events to no avail. She felt slightly calmer. She smoothed oil from a crystal decanter on her skin, the peony essence in it combined with the other spices from her bath and again she felt drowsy, the soporific scent overwhelming her.

She kneeled on the rough terry rug, thighs on calves, buttocks resting on her heels. She lifted the ornate lid of the wooden box holding the gift, the vehicle of her freedom, the means of her capture. The rustle of the heavy silk was crisp, almost crackling as she shook out the folds of the kimono. The fabric was an odd, olive green, somehow iridescent with threads of gold, palest yellow and pink running through it. Inside the lining was coral with tiny golden yellow flowers woven throughout. The olive ground was embroidered with lotus, chrysanthemum, and cherry blossoms. The intricate pattern danced and swirled in the light and she reeled, dazed by the colours. She stood up, lifted the garment from its box, and slid her arms one by one into the sleeves. She closed her eyes as the weight of it rested on her and she felt as though she were beneath a lover, captive but not trapped, restrained though not restricted. Her heart raced, fingers trembling as she tied and tightened the simple sash about her waist. She reached out her hand and grasped the doorknob, paused, apprehensive; he was going to be there, ready to see her in this robe, this item of adornment, this thing of silken sensuality that now would bind her to him eternally, fındıkzade escort inexplicably making her his. She would now be tied to him as surely as the sash of the garment wound around her waist. He would only have to speak and that ‘sash” would tug at her, drawing her to him, captive and yet willing to do whatever he bade her.

Her hand still on the doorknob, she stood and trembled. She could not open the door. She had never given up control like this to anyone, and now, on the brink of this new chapter in her life, she hesitated. What did she really know about this person, this man about whom she had fantasized this very moment repeatedly. Would he be kind, would he truly understand this need in her?

A soft tap on the door startled her. “Darling, are you alright? Please don’t keep me waiting, everything is going to be just fine.”

Her heart racing, she opened the door and stepped into the other room. He was sitting in an armchair across the room from her. He made no move to rise, simply sat, looking at her, examining her. Her skin flushed, her breath caught in her throat, it seemed her heartbeat was the loudest sound in the hushed room.

“Stand up straight, please” he growled, his voice low and velvety. “Walk to the window, turn around and come stand in front of me.” Awkwardly she turned to the French doors flung open to the ocean air. As she walked towards the windows, the crisp air washed over her and chilled her slightly. The coolness gave a tiny bit of relief to the anxiety she was experiencing. Pausing for a moment, she watched the ships in the harbour floating, drifting. She gathered her nerve, turned and walked to him, still Sitting in the chair, silent, unmoving. As she stood before him, she detected the beginnings of a smile at the corners of his mouth and he shifted in his chair. She waited, quivering as he continued to look at her.

“Beautiful, darling” he murmured. “Simply beautiful.” He stood up, wrapped one arm around her, pulling her close. With his other hand, he reached up and caressed her face, running his fingertips over her brow, her cheeks, and her nose; resting them gently on her lips. She trembled with desire, apprehension, and delight at what was taking place. His grip on her tightened, his other hand meandered down the curve of her neck, slid under the collar of the garment, caressing the skin of her breast, then her nipple, delicately yet firmly. She gasped at the tingling pleasure of his fingers. He looked into her eyes. “Not a word,” he said. “You will not speak unless I ask you to. Do you like your gift, do you like this?” She nodded, eyes closing, head lolling back at the ecstasy his fingers were conjuring. His hands seemed to be everywhere, teasing her, tickling her, taunting her. She moaned and as she opened her eyes, she could see he was smiling. “That’s right,” he whispered. “Everything you want you shall have, every secret desire you harbour will be fulfilled. All you need do is give in to me, give me what I demand of you without question, without hesitation. Can you agree to this, will you do what I ask of you, will you give me” he paused ” your acquiescence?” His hand slid down to her sex and finding her smooth mound, slipped two fingers into her; curling them inside her, thumb sliding against the pearl of her pleasure. Her knees gave way at the sensations and he held her to him all the way to the floor. His hand working insider her, coaxing her hunger to it’s peak, stopping only to begin again as her breathing slowed. “You may speak only one word; tell me yes or no.”

She felt her pleasure peaking, her body trembled, every nerve ending brought alive by his ministrations. She began to shudder, eyes closed, breath ragged. His voice purred in her ear. “Tell me,” he demanded “yes or no? Tell me now or I’ll have to stop.” He made to withdraw his hand from her.

“Yes” she gasped, “Yes, please.”

He cradled her in his arms until she at last lay still. Her breathing slowed and she relaxed, sighed, and opened her eyes. aksaray escort She looked up to see his face, serene and flushed; a soft smile of satisfaction creased his lips. His eyes were gently hazel flecked with gold that shimmered whenever he laughed.

“You see darling, all that you desire and all you need do is follow My instruction. I know what pleases you more than you know yourself. I can tell by looking at you what you want, what you need. I know what you’re thinking before you do.”

The words came out of her in a rush. “How do you know, I’ve never told anyone about this, you can’t know, we barely know each other. I can’t do this, it’s too hard, I’m afraid.”

“Shh,” he said, ” Take a breath, slow down. Think a minute. Remember the first time we met? The blue spark that seemed to jump from my hand to yours? I know you felt the pleasure pass between us. I knew at that moment that I would meet you again, that you would become mine. It was only a matter of time until you came to me, opened yourself enough to me to allow the possibility of our arrangement to become real. But you had to come to me. I could no more force you to take your role than I could convince you that there’s nothing you’ve ever wanted more.”

The entire time he spoke to her, he stroked her hair, gathered her up in his strong arms and pressed her against him. The fabric of his shirt was slightly damp with perspiration, the scent of him clean and crisp, like the breeze on the open ocean. She could hear his heart beating slowly, steadily, like a timpani, causing her heart to slow to match his rhythm. He began to rise, stood her up and lead her to a large stone console table draped in a plum coloured satin and velvet throw. The satin was striped with dark blue; it shimmered in the light of the afternoon sun. Along with the throw on the table were two pillows in the center.

He led her to the edge of the table, stood facing the table, turned her so her buttocks pressed against the edge of the table facing him. He stood close to her, so close she could again take his scent into her nostrils. She inhaled deeply, closed her eyes, and began to realise what was about to take place. Her eyes fluttered open to find him smiling again, this time with such a turn at the corners of his mouth she knew that he knew her thoughts. She opened her mouth slightly and he laughed, his beautiful white teeth flashing.

“Need I remind you of your promise? Didn’t you agree not to speak unless I asked you to? You must slow down. Look at me, look into my eyes, breathe my breath, and follow my rhythm. There, that’s better. You think too much darling. Focus on nothing; allow your mind to float. You must not ruminate, must not put your mind to any subject. Listen to your body and mine and you will know what to do, the hunger will move you.”

He slipped his hands under the open folds of the gift and held his hands with fingertips just at the skin beneath her breasts. She felt a tingling heat begin to flow from his palms to her flesh. Her breathing sped and he merely whispered “Hush, shhhh” in a low, long exhale. Taking his hands from her, he ran them down her arms to her waist, paused for moment, and then slipped them back over her hips to her the slope of her buttocks. Cupping his hands, he slid her to sit on the edge of the table. He slid open her kimono and ran his fingers along her collarbone. She shivered in delight as he leaned in and nibbled her ear, then pulled a long, soft kiss down the nape of her neck. As he made his way down the front of her, with one strong hand holding her he laid her back on the table. His kisses traveled down her belly to the rise of her mound and he paused there. Running his tongue across and then down the crease of her, he slid her back a bit, put his palms against the inside of her thighs and opened her to him. His tongue darted in and out of her, lightly caressing the pearl of her sex every now and again, causing her to begin to moan and writhe. Her hands found his silvery head, she held him there, eyüp escort the pleasure flaring to a heat in the center of her, and she thought she would faint. “Slow down” he breathed again. “You’re not done yet. I’m far from finished with you,” he growled. Suddenly his mouth was gone and she could feel his hands grasp her waist and pull her toward him. He ran his palm over her mound, the heel of it resting directly above the hood of her clitoris and paused, exerting gentle pressure to that tender area. She softly cried out at the sensation. He slid his fingertips along her labia, fluttering them ever so slightly. With one swift motion, he slid his thumb into her, and holding his cock lightly, slipped into her. She gasped at the sudden sensation of fullness, of being silently entered, stretched slightly, just enough to blur the line between pain and extreme pleasure. He began to move, slow, uxorious strokes, filling her completely then pulling out to the very edge of her and then pushed into again. His hands ran up and down the tops of her thighs and up to her breasts, where he held one in each hand, her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Velvet jolts of electricity surged throughout her body and she could tell by his throaty moans that he felt the same thing. Repeatedly he thrust into her, speeding up, then slowing down, matching her breathing, bringing their bodies into synchronicity, and moving them both closer and closer to ecstatic oblivion. He leaned over her to kiss her, first on her closed eyelids, then her nose, and then finally her mouth. His mouth was slightly open and his tongue demanding, yet at the same time his lips were soft and tender. The combination of the two sensations brought her heart to her throat and she welled up. Finally he could take no more, his hands slid to her hips again and fingertips brusquely pressing into her soft skin he pumped harder and faster. The arc of his stroke pressed against the center of pleasure inside her, causing her to arch her back to up to him, meeting each stroke, the silver fur on his stomach tickled and teased her smooth sex. Growls of pleasure gave way to moans, and in turn, the moans became almost a roar as he began to climax. Hearing his voice, she opened her eyes and watched him; back arched, eyes closed, that same serene smile spreading across his face. She could feel him begin to explode inside her and as he did, her belly blazed fiery, a shiver of pleasure shot up her spine, tinier shivers like the fingers of a lightning bolt moved across entire body.

“Now you are mine and I am yours,” he whispered huskily. His orgasm peaked and he looked directly into her eyes as he came.

” We are equal in all things, although you have chosen to be mine and I have chosen to make you mine. I will never ask you to do anything that will harm you; I will however always ask you to do things that will challenge you. I will never hurt you. But I will leave you wanting. Desire is everything. Hunger, craving is all that are important, if we do not desire, there is no reward, no ecstasy. You will begin to understand this and learn what love really is. I promise this. All you have to do is acquiesce to me.”

With that she came, all the tension in her released, she began to sob and laugh and sob again. Never had she ever imagined would she find this man standing over her, slowly pulsing inside of her.

He lightly rested on top her, kissing her, running his fingers through her hair, his breathing slowing with hers, his pounding heart becoming fainter and fainter, until she could just barely feel it throbbing in his chest. The sweetness of his breath, the mingling of their scents rose into her nostrils and for the first time, she felt content.

Her search was over; he had found her when she hadn’t even known she was lost.

He had become lover, teacher, and captor. She had become lover, student, and captive.

The pairing could not have been more natural.

He gathered her up in his strong arms, carried her to bed, gently laid her down under a cloud-soft feather comforter, slid in next to her and cradled her against him, her head tucked under his arm, her arms wrapped around him in a rapt embrace. She lightly fell asleep and as she began to dream, he watched her, planning her next lesson. He could not have been happier, because contrary to what she thought; she had found him when he hadn’t known he was lost.

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Things had never gone well between them, she never gave him the attention he wanted always turning the cold shoulder to him. And he never gave her the sex she so desired from the relationship. He had finally come round to get the last of his things before moving out of her place, this is the last chance for both of them to get everything off their minds.

“Hey! That’s my CD” she scorned at him.

“So finally you talk to me? I’ve been in your living room for half an hour and that is…” he is cut off mid-rant.

“Look it’s not that, I have cheated on you” she abruptly interrupted “a few times, you just were not what I was looking for in the bedroom.”

He dropped his old guitar on the floor in shock of what he just heard “I thought we had more of a connection than that…”

Sexual energy filling her body looking off into the distance “I just want a man to take control, use me” she said groping her chest “and knows what he wants and will take it”

“I couldn’t do that when I was with you, I just wanted to look after you too much” he softly says looking at the pictures of them with his face scribbled out on the side table.

Chuckling to herself “If that is so, take me, use me right now. I want to see what you can do when I mean nothing to you, I want to be your slave” she smirked knowing this mild-mannered man had nothing to say to her.

“Give me 12 hours, go out tonight and have fun. At some time in the next 12 hours I will use you” he said trying to control his smirk.

She wanted to see what he was made of “You are on little man”.

She decided to go out clubbing if anything she wanted to have a good night to forget him, even if he was going to back out she may be able to find some cute guy in the club. After being out till 2 in the morning nearly 11 hours after her ex-made the claim to use her, but still, he is nowhere to be seen. She may as well head home, she has to clean bağcılar escort up the rest of his shit tomorrow anyway.

Leaving the club after only having 3 cocktails in as many hours she felt pretty much sober and may as well go for a quick detour through the park that is near her house. Entering the fresh air makes her feel free, knowing, at last, she is single and can do what she wants with her life now. Distracted she bumped into a random passerby and knocked them to the ground.

“Fuck, I am sorry. Totally in a world of my own”, She stated.

Leaping to their feet “You will be bitch.”

Her arms taken behind her back and is dragged across the park towards a tree. Her arms are cuffed behind the tree and finally, a blindfold goes over her eyes.

“I will give you anything you want, just take what you want and let me go please” she begged.

She heard him chuckle, before groping her breasts through her top. She squirmed and wriggled trying to escape her bonds.

“What are you doing you creep?” her words slowing as her breaths become deeper.

His hand went down her tight cocktail dress and ran his hands down to her waist feeling her panties he rolled her dress up and pulled them off lifting her from the ground to take them from around her ankles.

“Look we can talk about this? I have mone…” her mouth is filled with her panties and shoved into her mouth, tape going atop it silencing her.

He found his hands back to her waist running his hands up her thighs gently moving his hands towards her pussy lips. His fingers entering into her making his fingers wet from her already soaking pussy. Running his fingers to her clitoris he starts to play her slowly caressing her clit circling it over and over.

“Now that you are where I want you, it is time for you to listen to just 3 things. Firstly, you have no free will only bahçelievler escort do what you are told. Secondly, anything you want to say to me finish the sentence with “Sir”. Lastly, if you want to cum you ask me. If you understand nod”

Her head nods so fast she hits her head on the tree with an audible thud. Writing in pleasure dancing on his finger she moaned in pleasure tasting herself through her panties. Feeling him stop her head drops in disappointment, standing straight waiting for what he will do next she awaits his every command. The silence is broken as he grabs the top of her dress and rips it down the middle leaving it draped over her like a vest.

Kissing her neck and whispering into her ear “If I remove that gag will you be a good girl for me?”

He hears a murmur that vaguely resembles “Yes sir”

Ripping that tape off and pulling out her panties he hears her grumbling under her voice about the pain of the tape.

“What was that bitch?” He said pulling and teasing her nipple.

“What do you mean?” She screamed.

“Have you forgotten my rules already?” He said now slapping he breasts leaving marks upon where he made contacts.

“No sir” she groaned.

Smirking “That is my good slut” the sound of a zipper makes her shiver from anticipation. His hands playing with her chest slowly slide up towards her neck and tighten as he enters her. She gasps as she feels him deeper and deeper and at that moment his grip makes her unable to breathe. He slowly pulls out his member and slams it back into her and starts to fuck her harder than she has ever been fucked before. Picking up the pace she starts to moan and grunt as she enjoys what is going on.

Releasing her from his grasp still fucking her like there is nothing that will stop him. His hand reclasps her neck as one of them starts to wonder, sliding şirinevler escort down her back leaving a scratch mark as it goes finally her reaches her perfectly rounded ass grabbing it with all his might making her squeal unable to stay quiet feeling this much. Her knees start to tremble as she can feel herself drawing closer and closer to the point of release and hearing his panting she knew he was too.

“Swallow my cum you filthy slut” he panted.

She almost choked on her breath knowing she had never been able to do that, no matter how much she tried it just would not happen. “I can’t… Please you know I can’t”.

His hand parts from her ass and smacks it with such force that it almost burns “I guess this is just a training session for you then”.

Pulling out from her forcing her to her knees, her arms scratching down the tree. Her mouth closed not wanting any of his cum anywhere near her she tries to pull herself away from his erect member feeling it tapping against her cheek. His grunt let her know he was cumming and his hot cum all over her face. “I guess we need to work on your obedience. Let us make a note of that.” He said in a voice so stern she knew she would work on it. She feels a pen writing on her exposed chest.

Releasing her neck and letting her breathe properly again she feels his breath on her pussy lips “If you want to do this again then cum for me you little slut” his tongue caressing her clit she shakes as she feels him start flicking her erect clitoris back and forth slowly and with great care. Wanting to cum for him she drew closer and closer feeling it building from within.

“I want to cum for you Sir” She screamed excitedly “Please use me again” her knees unable to hold her anymore.

“The go-ahead my subservient slut” pulling her to his face speeding up his rhythm with his tongue he can taste her as she rides his face.

As quickly as everything started he was gone, a cuff around one hand meant she was free to remove the blindfold and make the naked walk home, covered in his seed and with the words “Slut” and “Pathetic” scrawled across her chest in felt tip, she felt used and knew she wanted it again. Dragging her feet still unable to walk properly she skulked home for the first night of her life of being free.

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Author’s note.

This might not have very much sex in it, it is mostly a set up for the next part, so if you are wanting a quick read about sexual activities, this isn’t going to be it.

The main characters are part of a mini-universe that I have created, Felicity and Tiffany will almost always be present in my stories.

*****

It was a beautiful summers day, the sun was shining, the grass was green and lush, the trees were full of leaves and rustled softly in the occasional puff of wind. The sky was clear and a bright blue, Felicity and Tiffany walked along the pathway hand in hand, enjoying the day and each other’s company.

They knew that once the events started, they would have to go back to being Mistress and Pet, but for now they were happy to just wander the palatial grounds and take in the scenery. Others were doing the same, Tiffany gave a friendly wave to one of her rivals, it was returned along with a warm smile.

Game time would see all that change, yet here and now, everyone was getting on famously, enjoying the grounds, fabulous food and excellent champagne.

Sir David rang a small bell, the soft tinkling sound had the crowd moving towards him at a leisurely pace, there was no hurry yet, he would not start until he was sure everyone was present and he had their undivided attention. Tiffany squeezed Felicity’s hand reassuringly as they approached and stood with the rest of the gathering crowd.

Once everyone was gathered, Sir David started his introductory speech, Felicity had never heard it before, she was new to this, while this was the third time Tiffany had been here and was familiar with the spiel that Sir David was giving.

He welcomed them all and held out his arms, he turned around in a circle glorifying the estate and guests with his welcoming speech. Felicity felt excitement build as he continued, he made it all sound so much fun and interesting, but she knew it would not all be fun, she was going to be one of the playthings and as such was there to be enjoyed and actively participate in the games, not just spectate as most of the guest would be doing.

Sir David had the ‘teams’ step forward and introduced them to the guests, Tiffany led her team forward as her name was called, she stepped up and turned to the crowd, giving them all a smile and friendly wave as her team arrayed themselves behind her.

Felicity, Joseph and Amy took their places, Amy looked around nervously at the crowd, Felicity took her hand and waved at the clapping people as Joseph waved and smiled, his tall well-muscled frame dwarfed the three girls.

Tiffany seemed at ease, while Joseph looked confident, the two girls looked nervous and a little frightened, the crowd could see it and a few nodded and started a couple of early bets. New girls tended to not do so well in their first games, so most bets were for them to lose.

Once the ‘teams’ had been introduced they were escorted away and into the west wing of the estate to get ready for the first part of the week-long display of games, the winning team would go on and compete in an even more lavish set of games in France, the individual participants could also win various prizes of cash, some of which were huge sums of money and the reason why Felicity and Amy had agreed to enter.

The guests continued to enjoy Sir David’s hospitality while everyone else got ready.

Tiffany watched them change and made minor adjustments to their outfits with an obsessive eye, Joseph was kitted out with a black leather harness, the straps crisscrossing his muscular body, his dark brown skin was almost pure black and with the oil added he shone and glistened in the artificial light of their assigned rooms.

Felicity helped oil his massive body, rubbing some into his hair and pulling it back into a short ponytail at the nape of his neck, while Amy rubbed it on his lower regions, shyly but expertly slathering his prodigious cock with oil, making it stand out, semi erect with her gentle administrations.

They fitted him with strong and heavy boots that came to his knees and laced them up, Felicity had to admit to mecidiyeköy escort herself that he looked magnificent, his dark complexion complimented the black leather and he looked very strong and handsome, his cock and balls looked even bigger than she remembered and she wondered what it would feel like to have something that big inside her.

Joseph watched as Felicity was stripped naked, she was small, five feet three inches, pale and slim with large breasts that jiggled as she moved around the room.

She had her makeup done, dark eyeliner and mascara made her vibrant blue eyes even more beautiful, bright red lipstick on her pale face made her lips sensual and he wanted to see them sucking on his hardening cock.

Her long strawberry blonde hair was plaited in a single braid down her back, just leaving a small fringe at the front and a couple of curling locks of hair on either side of her face, it was a sexy yet demur effect that made Tiffany’s pulse quicken.

Felicity was helped into the red velvet riding jacket and buttoned up the three front buttons, the jacket covered her large DD breasts but left no doubt that she was naked underneath it. A large amount of cleavage on display, while the hem did not fully cover her lovely pale buttocks or completely hide the trimmed reddish gold triangle between her legs.

White knee length socks, folded down at the tops and ‘riding’ boots completed Felicity’s outfit, the boots were not traditional ones, these had a three-inch stiletto heel and slightly more pointed toes. She looked the part of rider, with a pair of jodhpurs she would have passed as decently dressed, but she wasn’t wearing any and the effect was highly sexual.

Amy had her blonde hair braided too, but hers was a double braid that went behind her ears and down her back, decorated with pink ribbons that accentuated her youthful face and body.

She too stripped naked, smallest of them all at only just over five feet tall, with pale pink skin, small breasts and bright blue eyes that looked almost too large for her face, at eighteen years old she was also the youngest team member.

She too was placed in a harness, hers was white and left her small perky B-cup breasts on display, it split her vaginal lips apart with a single leather strap that then ran back up between her bum cheeks to connect to the straps of the harness on her back. It was deliberately tight and bit into her soft flesh in an exciting way.

Amy looked at herself in the large mirror as she was made up and dressed, if you could call it being dressed in leather that left most of her on display.

Her face turned a rosy red as she looked at the sexualised version of herself, Felicity helped her into a pair of knee high stiletto heeled boots, while whispering soft words of encouragement to the nervous and shy Amy.

Tiffany looked them all over and told them to rest up until it was time for the Parade, she marched off to go talk with Sir David and some of the other ‘owners’.

Felicity and Amy sat on one of the beds while Joe checked his harness and buckles carefully.

The two girls held hands and talked softly, both a little daunted by their situation, Felicity tried to be confident for Amy’s sake, “it will be fine, Amy, I’m sure it won’t be as bad as Tiffany made out, and if we win an event we can both pay off our debts!” said Felicity as positively as she could manage.

Amy smiled gratefully “thanks for trying to help, but neither of us is an exhibitionist, this is going to be horrid, but you are right, winning an event is worth it.” Her voice had a slight quiver to it, the nerves getting to her.

Felicity wasn’t surprised, Amy was so very young and in many ways quite innocent, this was a big step for her. What did surprise her was how nervous she felt, she had thought that after two years of being Tiffany’s ‘pet’, she would not feel this bad about it, but Amy was correct, she might be a natural submissive but she was in no way an exhibitionist, being seen naked didn’t turn her on and it always left her feeling humiliated. She shook beşiktaş escort her head to clear away the doubts and looked over at a now reclining Joe.

He gave that big toothy grin of his, “you can still say no, you girls aren’t the usual type we get doing this, money isn’t everything.” He said with a hint of sympathy, while still managing to ogle at Amy’s bare breasts and Felicity’s naked thighs.

Felicity shook her head, not bothering to reply, it was pointless trying to explain to a rich man what it was to be poor. To have to rely on the generosity of others or to work so hard for a wage, yet still not have enough for both rent and food. She was only twenty-two, yet was old enough to know that some people would never really understand.

Tiffany was generous to her employees and Felicity’s lover, partner, owner. Tiffany understood Felicity better than anyone alive, they loved each other and she would have happily given Felicity anything she asked for, but it wasn’t the same as having your own money. So, when Tiffany had mentioned these ‘games’ and told her about the prize money, it had not been a difficult decision to make.

Amy sat next to Felicity, the young girl was more than a little besotted by the beautiful red head, having to share her with Tiffany annoyed her, but she hid it well, willing to share if it meant she could be with Felicity. These ‘games’ were about the prize money for her too, yet there was also the need to be with Felicity, she would have said no to Tiffany’s offer if she had not known that Felicity would be doing it too.

The time for pondering was over, Tiffany collected her team and led them outside to the back lawn, it was the size of a football field and was perfectly maintained, the grass was a lush green and had white lines painted on it that stood out starkly in the bright summer sun.

Each team was there, preparing for the parade that would take them in a double loop past the pavilion, giving Sir David and his guests a good look at them and allow the well to do folks time to make assessments and place further wagers on the outcome.

Felicity Saddled Joe, it was a clever design that had been modified over the last ten years, the original saddles had been leather, now they were a mix of modern lightweight materials and supple leather. The lighter the better, the ‘mounts’ could perform better and for longer, carrying their riders at faster paces and making the ‘games’ more exciting.

She secured the front clips to his chest straps and the back ones crossed over and attached to the bottom of the X on his chest, the saddle stood out a little from his back, once mounted her knees would be just under his armpits and her hands would be free to control the reins on his bridle.

All the saddles had one remarkable feature, a large seven-inch dildo, it protruded out from the seat and she would have to impale herself on it to ride her stallion.

The previous weeks of practice had left her in no doubt that by the end of the games she would be feeling sore and bruised. Yet it also felt good, she knew she was likely to cum from bouncing on it during the short parade.

Tiffany hooked Amy up to her large wheeled carriage, it was a single seater made from light metals and neoprene. Amy looked ahead, her bridle had blinkers that hindered her peripheral vision, in a way it was a mercy, she would not have to see quite so much of the crowd as they watched her pull Tiffany’s carriage.

Tiffany clicked her tongue and flicked the reins, Amy set off and pulled up next to Felicity. Her face already bright red, the blush extending down to the tops of her breasts and making her puffy nipples stand out.

Felicity stood on the mounting block and carefully threw her right leg over the saddle, she took a moment to position herself correctly and eased down onto the dildo, it was well lubricated and she had done the same to her vagina, still she had to let out a small grunt as she felt it fill her, Joe grinned to himself as he heard her and waited patiently as she fully impaled herself and took her seat.

Amy etiler escort couldn’t see much, she was looking ahead at the open lawn, the pavilion was just around the bend of one of the towers, she heard Felicity’s soft “UH”.

Amy knew what it meant and got ready to move, the French team went past, she waited as the tall athletic woman in her thirties pulled her ‘master’ in his carriage, she watched in envy, the French woman was strong and fit, Amy doubted she could beat her in the wheeled race.

The French Stallion was six feet tall and muscular with a tiny rider, Amy and Felicity watched them pass and head out, not too bad, Felicity thought, Joe could outpace the French Stallion, Joe was six-five and physically better looking.

Two English teams and then a Welsh team passed them, all looked good and fit, yet all were older, most in their thirties or forties, Felicity and Amy felt confident about being able to outpace them in the longer events.

A Japanese team went by, they were smaller, but extremely well-toned, the rider was almost a midget, tiny and pale, long black hair and with a determined look to her eyes. She was also beautiful, Felicity felt her pulse quicken as she watched the small Asian girl ride by, her bare buttocks bounced slowly as they passed and she looked to be enjoying the dildo that was inside her.

Tiffany clicked her tongue again and they set off, Joe paced the carriage and Felicity held her seat carefully, naturally there was some bounce, and she felt herself moistening from the friction, she looked forward and concentrated, but the dildo was inside her fully and she couldn’t help herself as she enjoyed it.

The teams in front showed Felicity what she herself was showing, bare buttocks jounced up and down as they rode, an occasional flash of the dildo as buttocks rose and fell, the crowd on the pavilion watching and seeing the girls fully penetrated vaginas and bare bums as they passed.

She felt herself blushing and glanced down at Amy, Amy was blushing too, her nipples were standing out and she looked like she wanted to bolt.

Not caring about how it looked, Felicity bent down and stroked Amy’s head, “you’re doing great.” She said as she re-seated herself, the movement had painfully pulled the dildo against her inner walls.

They past the watchers and heard the applause, Felicity wasn’t interested, her pussy was throbbing and a tingle was filling her belly, she urged Joe on with the reins and he stepped up his pace.

The dildo filled her again and again, her clit was on fire with each bounce, the supple leather of the saddle rubbed her and she went glassy eyed as she felt her climax building, other riders seemed to be in the same way, the ‘stallions’ were all outpacing their carriages.

Soft moans filled the air, the French girl bucked in her saddle as they started the second pass and everyone heard her orgasm.

Felicity didn’t want to cum here, not in front of a group of gawking on lookers, but she was too close and as the Welsh woman let out her own scream of pleasure, she came, she rocked herself onto the dildo and felt the head spinning orgasm rush through her.

Amy jealously watched as Felicity climaxed, she couldn’t see the crowd on the pavilion, but she could hear them, they clapped and exclaimed as each rider came, admiring the internal fireworks display with pleasure. She hoped she wouldn’t be made to cum in front of so many people, as she trotted on, pulling a laughing Tiffany along behind her.

The parade finished and they returned to the west wing, Amy practically ripped off her harness and fell on her cot, Felicity disrobed and had Joseph help pull off her boots before going for a shower.

Tiffany came by about an hour later, she was happy and congratulated them all for a good show, her voice was complimentary as she said, “well done, you were all fabulous, tomorrow the proper Games’ start, let’s give them a show to remember.”

Tiffany kissed each of them, a full and lingering kiss, jaws and tongues working softly, emotions flared and sex filled the air.

Tiffany didn’t let it happen, she wagged a finger at them and left. Felicity sighed and lay down on her bed, Amy cuddled up to her, hoping she would want more, while Joseph left and went looking for the German girl that had smiled at him.

Felicity and Amy cuddled for a while, they both wanted sex, but neither made the first move, disappointed, they fell asleep entwined together.

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I had another lousy night sleeping, so I spent most of it thinking about you. As I lay naked on top of the sheets I had a picture of you in my mind — naked and tightly bound — more tightly than I have been doing, I think you want that – face down, with your hair falling across your cheek and covering your eye. I remember that falling hair across the eye from the first night we met. Such a coquette!

You are looking away from me and I know why.

As much as you love the lash, the cat o’ nine, as it bites across your thighs and ass, you also like the suddenness, the shock of it as it slashes at you. You don’t want to see it coming, and I don’t want you to. I love the sound your breath makes as you gasp at the bite of the knotted cords — it’s as if you’re taking in air to feed the moans that will follow, once you feel a few strokes.

I watched in delight as your ass clenched and tightened with each stroke. The contractions of your buttocks made me think of how tightly your ass clenches around my cock when I sodomize you, and how much I love that feeling. So tight, so strong — as if you will only release my cock when you want to.

But for now, that splendid ass is the target for my attention, for the cat’s attention. Striking across it again and again, I hear your words from the last time we were together — “You can hit me harder if you want” — god, it makes my cock hard to remember it.

Speaking of hard cock, mine has grown as I imagine you squirming before me. It is hard now and as I think of you, my hand strays to it, cupping my balls and circling my cock with a light stroking touch. It is my ass that clenches gently, briefly, taksim escort as I imagine rubbing my cock across your reddened, streaked ass, and running it between your cheeks, feeling their strength and heat surround me.

Still, the lash continues to dance, flicking at the back of your thighs and across your firm calves, then back up past your ass and across your back and shoulders. Wherever it touches, it arouses you, wakening your nerves and your sensations, bringing the blood near the surface, both at the point of impact, and in your pussy as well.

As I strike, watching the rope bite and twist at your flesh, I know full well how hot, how wet, the feelings make you; how ready for the cock, when the time comes.

As I lay alone with only the vision of us in my mind, my hand tightens slowly, steadily around my cock, stroking towards a release I would love to share with you. Still, it is a release I must have, whether with you or not. My mind is full of thoughts of you; my balls, full of cum. Both must be emptied if I am to sleep.

In my mind, I turn you on your back, so that your pussy and your tits are exposed to the lash and to my hands and mouth. Your mound, so Venus like, sits up as if demanding my notice. As if I could fail to notice it. What a sweet, succulent target it makes. I long to lash it, with the cat and with my tongue. I wish I could do both at once, but it is impossible.

First, the lash, down and across the mound: once, twice, three times. Then, a step to the right and the cords flash straight down along the axis of the lips, as they fall opening a cry for attention. topkapı escort Again and again, I strike, watching in arousal and fascination as the cord’s touch brings a glistening sheen of juices to your cunt.

Now, the tongue. My hand reaches to the drawer of the night stand for some glycerin, as the next part of my vision unfolds. I need lubrication, or I will cum far too soon, as I stroke myself and think of you.

In my mind, I watch as I push your hands away from your pussy, where you have been trying to protect it from the lash or to stimulate it to higher levels of passion. My mouth cannot make the determination which it was, and it doesn’t care. It only knows that you are flowing heavily and deliciously to my lips. So thick and sweet and musky your fluids are! My hand tightens around my slick cock and speeds its pace, as my balls tighten from the remembered taste of your flow.

My cock is so hard and hot, its head so purple and engorged, I long to sink it into you. That longing invades my thoughts of you, and I see myself turning your head towards me on the bed. Pulling you close to the edge, I slip my cock into your mouth, which you open readily.

My fingers pry and probe at your cunt as I slowly rock my hips, feeding my cock into your open mouth, deeper and deeper still. So sweet, so wet your mouth is on me. My fingers find your clit and strum it; then they slip into your wet opening, two at a time, to feel your rippled walls against them. You respond by moving your head on my cock, so that I know longer need to rock to and fro. I concentrate instead on bending over and running beyoglu escort my tongue slowly but roughly across your cunt lips, sucking the juices into the back of my throat. God, you are so tasty!

I stiffen my tongue and slash at that clit, then plunge the hard tongue deep into your pussy, dragging juices outward, where my lips and tongue suck at them like nectar. Your mouth attacking my cock in response distracts me, but only for a moment. Pulling myself from your clutching mouth, I bury my face even deeper into your spastic cunt. The juices are thick and musky, and make me want more. My tongue widens and flattens, scouring up and down your vaginal slit, as more juices escape your pussy, only to be captured by my mouth.

As I taste you in my dream, my hand races up and down my cock, and my ass arches off the mattress. My butt cheeks clench, tightening my balls and pushing more blood to my cock.

My left hand slides up your rib cage to your tits, and begins crushing the nipples, lighting fires in your belly that soon heat your pussy even more. My mouth drinks freely as the juices thin from the arousal you are feeling. My tongue slashes and attacks your slit, sucking more and more from you. My nose mashes your clit and my tongue teases your asshole, as I inhale your scent, my cock growing harder with each breath.

Pulling back, I grab the lash and flail at your tits, as you protect your eyes with your bound arms. As the lash tears at your nipples, the juices flow so freely that I can see them escape your cunt and run down your thighs. Harder and faster I wield the lash; harder and faster you cum. As I plunge my face again into your cunt, lapping and drinking, my hand races up and down my cock, bringing me closer to climax.

Finally, as I plunge my tongue deep into your flowery labia, and shove my face into your pussy, you come again, flooding me with juice and sweetness, even as my hot sperm shoots out of my cock, across my hand and onto your tits.

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I hoped Lauren had my phone number. She had never asked for it.

A full day went by with no word from her. Then a second day.

She knew Jessi, after all. And Jessi had my number. So it’s not like she didn’t have a way to get it. And I was in the campus directory too, though who knows if she knew my last name? I spent those two days wondering if the first day had even been real. The experience had seemed entirely too bizarre. Between recreating every moment of it in my mind, I tried to catch up with my school work.

Once when I ran into Jessi, I asked her if Lauren had my phone number.

“I…well I guess she does. Why do you ask?”

“It’s just that she’s supposed to call me, she told me she would, and I haven’t heard from her, but I never gave her my number, so I was wondering…”

“I could give you her number. I have it right here. I’ll message you.”

“I…well it’s just that I don’t think, you see, that might not be such a, how should I say, such a good idea.”

“Really?”

Jessi was looking at me funny.

“This probably sounds totally strange, but I don’t think, like, I don’t think I’m supposed to, well, to have it.”

“Weird. And why… Oh! Is this some sort of domination thing? OK! OK. Say no more! I won’t ask. Not a word! None of my business, not at all. So I guess that conversation went well then?”

“Well, maybe. It’s just that, yes, yes it did. But with Lauren, it’s strange. With her, I never really know where I stand.”

“Yeah, I can totally see that.”

The third day, there was no word, and I found myself replaying every moment from our afternoon together.

The fourth day, no word. I did my laundry. I found myself fantasizing that it was Lauren’s and that I was doing it for her. Dear god, I needed to hear from her. I wanted to do something for her, to hear her order me around. I needed her.

The fifth morning, Sunday morning, my cell phone rang. It was a number I didn’t recognize.

“Hello?”

“Chris, this is Lauren.”

“Hello, Lauren! I’ve been waiting to hear from you!”

I knew I sounded too eager.

“I know. Listen, Chris. Be at my dorm, in the lobby, in 20 minutes. Got it?”

Holy crap. I had plans to cancel.

“Yes, Lauren.”

And just as suddenly as she had called, she ended the call. I quickly texted a few people, and started walking across campus toward her dorm. This time, Lauren was waiting for me, in the door. I never even entered her building.

“Let’s go.”

We walked, and as we did, I found myself in a position that was becoming quickly familiar – following Lauren, trying to anticipate each turn, staying with her, listening for any questions she might ask, but otherwise remaining silent. Knowing, in other words, to shut up.

After about ten minutes, we reached Lauren’s car, and she told me to get in. I did so, and she took off, driving quickly. She was a speed demon. Little blue sports car, fashionable sunglasses, Lauren escorted me off campus, toward the outer ring of town. Five minutes into our drive, which had proceeded without a word, she suddenly turned off the radio.

“So Chris. Do you always hang out with Steve Black and Eric Friel?”

Huh? How did she know that? This was getting very weird.

“Well, sometimes, Lauren. I’ve known them since my freshman year. We play basketball together sometimes. And have lunch sometimes. Once in a while we play some video games together.”

“You don’t go to the strip clubs with them, do you?”

Oh dear god. How to answer? I honestly didn’t, but it’s not like I never had.

“Well, Lauren, no, I don’t.”

I felt, though, like I couldn’t be anything but completely honest with Lauren. I was starting something new, something undeniably real, something I’d wanted for a long time. I couldn’t start it off wrong.

“I don’t now. But Lauren, I’ve gone with them before. Once or twice.”

Lauren suddenly pulled over to the side of the road. She put the car in park, took off her sunglasses, and looked at me. Not just looked at me, but stared me down, hard.

“So how many times has it been? Once, or twice?”

I suddenly got that in-the-principal’s office, in-trouble feeling. I swallowed, hard.

“Twice, Lauren.”

I looked down, in embarrassment.

“I see. So you DO go with them. Don’t lie, and tell me you don’t go to those places with them. You DO go. You’ve gone. Not once, but twice.”

“I’m sorry, Lauren.”

“I know. And about your time at those places – that ends, right now. Understood?”

“Yes, Lauren.”

“That’s not something you do. Ever. Or look at those sorts of pictures. Or look at the female body, naked, ever. It’s off-limits to

you, Chris. Is that clear?”

I looked at Lauren in slight disbelief.

“IS that CLEAR?”

“Yes. Yes, Lauren.”

“Even watching a movie, if there’s a scene where a woman gets undressed, I expect you to close your eyes, or look away. You’re

not the type of boy who’s allowed to see that, Chris. You’re different. You’re set aside for something else. fatih escort I won’t allow it.”

I took a deep breath.

“Your other friends have much more respect for women than those two, though.”

“Have you been spying on me, Lauren?”

“Not me personally.”

“But how – “

“You should know that you’re always being watched, Chris. There’s no privacy for a slave. Absolutely none.”

I gasped a little. I was somewhat shocked at Lauren’s new expectations of me, but even more shocked at how much she seemed to know about me. Beyond that, though, I was flabbergasted at how she had gathered all the intelligence. How, exactly, was I being watched? Beyond all that, though, perhaps the biggest shock of all, was inside myself. Despite these bombshells, I didn’t care. Right now, I wanted nothing more than to please Lauren. I was anxiously awaiting her next order. I just wanted to do something for her, to serve her.

“You need to understand, Chris, that you’re not like other guys. You’re a slave. You don’t get to see those things. I expect you to take all of your sexual desires, and channel them into the desire to serve. That’s your purpose – to serve. I have high expectations of you, Chris.”

She continued to stare me down, hard.

“So…are we clear?”

“Yes, Lauren.”

“Good.”

In one quick motion, Lauren flipped her sunglasses back onto her face. Then she drove. I waited. Eventually, Lauren snapped the wheel hard, turning the car into a self-serve car wash. She pulled up quickly in front of one of the wash-it-yourself bays, hit the brakes hard, and shut it off. She looked at me and smiled.

“I want the works. Washed. Waxed. Detailed. The inside should be sparkling and vacuumed. Don’t forget the tires and rims. You can buy quarters with your debit card over there for all the machines. This will take awhile.”

And it did. Lauren sat at a picnic table near the parking lot looking into her phone as I worked. It didn’t take long before I was soaked. After throwing away any loose trash, I pulled her car into the bay, then got it wet, soaped it down, scrubbed it, rinsed it, gently toweled it dry. I waxed it. I cleaned the rims and the tires. I vacuumed the interior, used Armor-All to get everything shiny. Nearly three hours later, the car couldn’t have looked more like new if it was actually new. I was proud of the job I’d done.

“I’m finished, Lauren.”

Following her back to the car, I was hoping for some compliment. It wasn’t happening. Lauren simply told me to get in, did so herself, started the car, turned on the radio, and drove back toward campus without speaking.

I rode beside Lauren, waiting for her to say something. I knew, of course, to shut up. At first, I hoped she might comment on the job I’d done. It would be nice to have at least a little feedback. But it became obvious as we drove that it wasn’t coming.

I swallowed the disappointment, reminding myself again that I was a guy who knew his place – reminded myself to just shut up. I reminded myself that I was pleasing Lauren by doing so. I watched Lauren from the corner of my eye, thinking of what a privilege it was to serve her, and that I should be proud of the job I did for her whether she acknowledged it out loud or not. I’m serving Lauren to serve her, for her pleasure, I thought, not to be acknowledged. Oh, god, being a slave isn’t going to be easy, it seemed. I tried to keep my focus on Lauren, on what an amazing young woman she is, on how privileged I should feel to be able to serve her. It helped.

Back on campus, we walked. I followed Lauren obediently.

We took a longer route toward her dorm, through a scenic part of the university that was sparsely populated on a late Sunday morning. Lauren slowed and walked beside me, which seemed strange. I’d gotten used to her walking slightly ahead of me, and following behind her. We walked slowly side-by-side like this, almost aimlessly, for a minute or two, until Lauren spoke.

“Tell me about Amber.”

I couldn’t have been more stunned. If my answer seemed disrespectful, it was only because of my shock.

“HOW do you know about Amber?”

Lauren stopped cold, in the middle of the sidewalk, and looked at me.

“OK Chris, let me tell you something. Don’t ever ask me how I know about something or someone again. Understand?”

I was still shocked, but managed to answer.

“Yes, Lauren.”

“What I said before about no privacy for a slave? Let’s just say, you have no idea. I will know everything about you, and everything you do, if I want to know it. And you don’t get to know how. You’re a slave – there are things you don’t get to know. The list of things you don’t get to know is very, very long. Are you beginning to understand?”

“Yes, Lauren. I think.”

We started to walk again. She spoke again. “Anyway, Amber…”

“Yes, Lauren. Amber. She’s a professional domme. I subscribed to her video feed last year, just to try to learn about female domination.”

“Did you learn anything?”

“I çapa escort don’t know, Lauren. It all seemed so fake. It was all like ‘Have you been a bad bad boy? I bet you can’t resist my wicked charms, you perverted little slut!”

Lauren stopped, sort of doubled over, and laughed. This took me by surprise, and I just stood there and watched her. This was the first time I’d seen Lauren crack even more than a slight smile, a smirk. I’d become used to the cold, icy stare. Lauren finally let her belly laugh subside.

“Yeah, that sounds like total amateur hour femdom male fantasy nonsense.”

“It seemed ridiculous, Lauren, I agree. I knew it wasn’t what I wanted. I kept watching for a while because, well, I’m not sure exactly why. Maybe I couldn’t find anything better.”

“Makes sense. Was there anything you liked?”

“Well, I did enjoy looking at her feet, and watching her have men kiss her feet.”

“So that sort of foot worship turns you on?”

“Yes, Lauren. Yes, it – well, it does.”

This was embarrassing to talk about.

“You’ve never served someone, though, so obviously you have no actual experience with it, I assume?”

“No, Lauren, I don’t. It’s just a fantasy. I’ve imagined kissing women’s feet, but-“

“But?”

“But part of what draws me to it is just the idea of it, because it is so weird and disgusting, and it would be so humiliating to have to do it. I mean, every time I see actual bare feet, even of attractive women, you know, in real life, the urge sort of goes away. I don’t know if it’s something I could actually do, for real.”

Lauren looked at me, tilted her head toward her shoulder, with a sort of sad look.

“Chris. We need to talk.”

“Yes, Lauren?”

“Let’s sit down over here.” She motioned toward a stone bench, set back from the path. She led, I followed. She sat, I sat beside her.

“Chris.”

“Lauren?”

“You do understand where we’re headed, right?”

“I think so, Lauren?”

“Chris, when an owner begins to assert control over her slave, there are certain things that the slave has to do to respond to his owner. To respond appropriately. To show her that he understands his position – his place. That he gets it, just how inferior he is to his owner. Does this make sense?”

“I think so, Lauren. I’m trying to understand.”

“The way you’ve acted around me so far has been encouraging, Chris. The way you’ve waited patiently. And how you haven’t hesitated to obey me, even right after you met me. And how you just knew to shut up around me, and wait for me to speak. These are all instinctive things, that can’t really be taught, but they’re clues to me that you actually get it.”

Lauren sighed deeply, looked straight into my eyes, then continued.

“Other things, like your body language, the way you carry yourself. They’re signs to me that you’re not just following me around in hopes to fulfill some fantasy you have, but also because you really DO know, deep down, that I’m better than you. That you’re my inferior. Not just inferior, but inherently inferior – you always will be, and nothing you can ever do will make you my equal. All you can do is accept it, and accept your place, and serve me. Make sense?”

I took a very deep breath. It hurt to hear her say it, but I knew she was right.

“Yes. Yes, Lauren.”

“But Chris, these sorts of clues aren’t nearly enough. There are more explicit ways that you’ll have to show me that you believe this. And one of the earliest acts of devotion that a slave has to perform, to show that he gets it, is to kiss his owner’s foot. And Chris, there’s no choice involved. There’s no ‘too much’ or ‘too gross’ or ‘I just couldn’t.’ If a slave truly believes he is vastly inferior to his owner, and that his owner is vastly superior to him, he will do it – he will MAKE himself do it. Do you see how that works?”

“Yes, Lauren.”

“If he truly sees himself as a slave, then he knows he doesn’t have a choice. He just does it, as he’s ordered. Are you starting to understand?”

“Yes, Lauren.”

“It just so happens that we’re on our way to my room to perform this act right now.”

I inhaled sharply, and involuntarily looked down at Lauren’s feet – the little anklet socks, thin orange stripe, the teal-trimmed tennis shoes. I looked back up at her face.

“The reason these acts of devotion and submission are humiliating, the reason they’re so degrading, Chris, is to remind you of your place. Performing them forces you to confront the fact that you’re NOT my equal, not even close, and that you never will be. When you kiss my foot that will be abundantly clear to you. Normal people, equals, don’t typically go around kissing each other’s feet. You don’t think you can make yourself kiss a foot because deep down you don’t really consider most women your superior. You’d better damn well think differently of me. And you’d better be thinking about that when we get back to my room.”

Lauren was giving me her icy cold no-nonsense stare. I was nearly shaking güngören escort with the revelation of what I’d be doing soon.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes, Lauren.”

Again, I followed, overwhelmed with thoughts of what lie ahead. My eyes were on Lauren’s shoes. Yes, I regularly fantasized about kissing feet, but they were the kinds of fantasies where I wondered if they might someday come true, but wouldn’t have been completely surprised if they hadn’t. I thought it was the type of fantasy that was amazing in mind, but disgusting in reality. I was nervous. But serving Lauren had been too wonderful, and I promised myself I would do this. I would obey her, whatever it was like.

Inside the dorm lobby, I felt cold. Irrationally, I felt like the desk clerk was in on it, watching me, knowing what I was about to do, as she filed my ID. I felt humiliated already. Riding up the elevator, my stomach lurched. I hadn’t eaten all day, and was hungry, but it didn’t matter. I was beginning to be thankful I hadn’t.

Inside Lauren’s room for the first time, I felt the shock of seeing her roommate there. Oh, god, was she in on this too? Lauren came to the rescue.

“Hey, I need the room.”

“Sure, fine whatever.”

With her roommate gone, Lauren commenced immediately with a command.

“Kneel.”

“Yes, Lauren.”

I knelt, left knee, then right. This was the first time I’d ever done this for Lauren, actually knelt on the floor. It felt very weird, which seemed strange, since I’d been obeying her commands, and working hard for her. Actually kneeling before her felt so much more physical, and somehow took this to a different level. On my knees, looking up at Lauren, rather than down, something changed. I took a very deep breath. Lauren stood directly in front of me, almost touching me. She looked at me, with her serious stare, and spoke quietly but firmly. She absolutely meant business.

“Fold your arms behind your back.”

“Yes, Lauren.”

I did so. I felt even stranger and let my gaze fall to the ground in shame. I just couldn’t help it. Despite the very real ways I’d been obeying her, something more concrete was coming to life here. I was nervous, and frankly, more embarrassed than I had expected to be. I gazed at the floor, and Lauren’s shoes, her feet, my mind on the act I’d be performing, which even now, as much as I desired it, embarrassed me beyond words. I swallowed a groan, forced myself into silence. As much as this was something I’d fantasized about my whole life, there was very much a part of me that hated myself for obsessing over it.

Lauren, directly in front of me, was so short, and I was so tall, that her face was only slightly above the level of my face. She took her hand, and grabbed my chin firmly, lifting my face so that I was looking at her, face to face. She looked calm, but serious. She kept her hand on my chin as she spoke. It was sort of difficult, looking into her eyes without flinching. Finally given what I’d fantasized about all my life, all I wanted to do was hide from my desires in humiliation.

“Chris. I want you to prepare yourself. Don’t brace yourself. Be open and listen. But be prepared. What you’re going to hear from me will be very embarrassing, and some of it will be difficult to hear. But you need to hear it, and you need to listen closely. Don’t answer. Just obey. When I order you to respond, you will respond with your actions.”

She took a deep breath. I felt her hand tighten its grip on my chin. Hard as it was, I kept looking straight into her eyes, light blue but deadly serious. I wanted so bad to look down, but Lauren just held me with her stare.

“Chris, you are a slave. You KNOW that you are a slave. You’ve admitted as much. What’s more, you are MY slave. I’ve claimed you as my own. You’ve admitted that you are aware of my ownership of you by your obedience and your respect for my authority.”

She paused for a deep breath.

“Now, I’m not going to ask you to submit yourself to me in slavery, or ask me to accept you as a slave, or any of that nonsense that you hear about in some places where men and women play-act at slavery. No, Chris. That wouldn’t really be slavery. Slaves don’t get to choose whether or not they’re slaves, or who their owners are. That’s just silly.”

Lauren smiled just a tiny bit, then turned serious again. She stroked my chin gently, then again gripped it tight.

“No, Chris.”

She shook her head.

“You are my slave, already. It’s already done. You’ve had no choice in the matter, but I think you already realize that it’s happened. What I am going to have you do, not ask you to do, but order you to do, is to acknowledge the fact that I own you. I own your body, and I own the person who you are. You’re going to acknowledge this by taking off all your clothes, Chris. In front of me, while I watch. Right now, stand up, and strip. Naked. No talking, just do it. Then back on your knees, just like you were.”

Lauren released my chin, and took a very small step back. I breathed deeply, held it, exhaled. I swallowed, hard. I had to fight the urge to say Yes, Lauren, reminded myself I wasn’t allowed to speak. Oh god, the things Lauren was telling me, wow. The way she viewed slavery, where even to begin? No choice? Despite all my misgivings, I had indeed obeyed her unquestioningly. And I’d never flinched when she’d casually called me her slave. Oh, god.

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Sean Ch. 03 – A Pastor’s Wife.

Sean has a waitress, her mother and the Pastor’s Wife

WARNING: This story series involves scenes of sex, light domination, discipline, cuckolding, breeding, oral and anal with yielded women. If that is not what you are looking for PLEASE don’t read on. The sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old.

Just a reminder from previous chapters. As an author my stories build with the description and interaction of the characters with plenty of dialog. Yes the sex gets there but if you’re looking for ‘hold your cock’ or ‘drip your pussy’ type stories there are plenty of Literotica authors to fulfill that need.

One more author’s thought. All my stories are FANTASY! I do not wish to post a PSA about anal sex. I would hope in the REAL world that sex partners are smart about using the back door for pleasure. I don’t need Anonymous posts letting all my readers know about your concerns. ZD8.

Sean Patrick.

Read my first journal for a more detailed description of me. Here is a summary. My name is Sean Patrick and I am a blessed Irish man with long flaming red hair, blue eyes, and a disarming smile that gets the ladies panties wet. They seem to gravitate to me when they are most fertile.

My body is buff from my SEAL training; think about the character ‘Reacher’ and you got me. Special ‘private’ jobs, that never happened, have swollen my bank accounts! I have been blessed with a long thick cock that the ladies just have to have and when their panties get wet, clothes come off and my troubles start.

I’ve enjoyed many women; daughters, wives, mothers and matrons in every continent of the world. My gift has no conscience within a warm, wet, tight pussy or surrendered ass.

Breasts with nipples hard enough to suck and pull is appreciated; size is not that important. Milk filled ones are a bonus!

A neglected wife will do what she wants and needs. Too often she wants my gift; hard and deep moving her to climax several times. I am a knowledgeable lover and my female partner will always climax before my cock gets near their pussy. I love the taste of their dripping juices; warm and thick nectar to slide along my tongue and drop into my belly.

Small Town Cheerleader

I drive my antique Chevy truck where ever the chrome lady on the bumper points me. I was in a small town and a sign said there would be a church fair. I was having breakfast at the local diner. The waitress was young; like just out of high school. She looked like the cheerleader type that now finds herself NOT the center of the universe.

Her blonde hair was long and must have been in a pony tail when she did her flips and got tossed in the air at pep rallies. I love those short skirts! Her waitress uniform blouse was unbuttoned down to the beginning of her cleavage; her ‘please tip me well after you look’ cleavage.

She flirted with me and I with her. She ‘let’ me touch her bare legs when she brought me my coffee. While she held the hot coffee pot handle I slowly moved up under her skirt. She laughed and swatted my arm hissing at me to “STOP.” I squeezed her butt then quickly pulled my hand away concerned hot coffee would land in my lap.

“Thanks better. You fresh man; you didn’t even ask permission.”

“If I asked permission Elise would you have let me further explore your hidden treasures under your skirt?”

“SIR!” she hissed and walked away. She didn’t say no!

When she brought me ‘Special

‘ I asked her her age and she said she had turned eighteen before the Prom and laughed. She was hanging about at my table as the diner was now slow. I gripped the side of the booth table and lightly, just barely, moved my knuckles against where her labia would be hiding behind her apron and uniform skirt.

“Sir?” she said softly. I rubbed her again. “Sir?” she whispered a bit stronger. Was she chasing me away? No, I felt her move against me. My first row of knuckles were now pushing her apron, skirt and panties within the furrow that had to be between her pussy lips. “Sir!” she hissed quietly when I rubbed high up and had to be across her pleasure knot.

I stayed there against her clit just moving a fraction and felt Elise rub herself hard against my knuckles. We did that dance for a few minutes when she grabbed my arm and started trembling. My young ex-cheerleader just made herself climax on my hand.

Her face and cleavage were bright red as she tried to get her breathing under control. However she didn’t move her pussy off my knuckles but used them for final pleasure aftershocks. She looked around and the diner was quiet.

“Sir, that was very naughty to touch me like that.”

She didn’t say not to so I moved my knuckles against her uniform and panties protected vulva. She moaned. “Elise, tell me, are your panties wet?”

“Oh Sir you are being very, very naughty. I should not tell you such things like that. I shouldn’t have let you touch me like that. But Sir, it gave fındıkzade escort me such unexpected pleasure,” she whispered.

“How did you know I would let you do such things? You are very, very, very naughty and I’m a good girl,” she hissed at me and slapped my arm.

“Elise I’m gonna be even more very naughty. I want to buy your panties for two hundred dollars; five hundred if you take them off, right here, right now. Show them to me first then take them off and hand them to me. Decide right now or the offer will be terminated.”

I moved my hand to get my wallet and made sure every finger rode against her cleft. I opened my wallet and counted out five crisp one hundred dollar bills. My blue eyes locked onto her blue eyes; blonde hair, blue eyes, nice tits, nice shape and locked into living her life in this small town.

My eyes moved down to below her waist as my hand played with the five crisp bills. I made a move like I was returning the bills. Elise gripped my arm to hold it fast. She looked about and no one was watching us. As it was my booth was around the counter so all one could see was Elise’s back.

She let go of my arm and her two hands slowly moved her skirt up her thighs. Her baby pink gusset was revealed first then the pink satin hiding the blonde hair on her mons. Her gusset was dark from her leaking moistness. “They are very pretty Elise. Now take them off without lowering your skirt.”

She moaned softly, closing her eyes then tucked the hem of the skirt into her belt. Her hands moved to the side hems of her panties. I could smell the sweet scent of her juices. Her hips moved side to side as the panties moved down. The blonde curls on her mons came into view. Just a little bit more and her treasure would be revealed.

She pushed her panties to the top of her thighs and her wet pussy lips saw the lights in the diner. Her hands moved back and she must have taken the back of her panties off her ass. I’d love to see her naked ass but doubt that was gonna happen.

“Am I the first man to see your pussy Elise?”

“No Sir,” she whispered letting me gaze upon her treasure not pushing her panties down further. “I went to the prom with the captain of the football team. We were that couple Senior Year. I gave him my gift in the back seat of his daddy’s car. He dumped me to go play football at a western college. I’m glad I didn’t get pregnant.”

As she was sharing her repeated “thousands of times story of young love left wanting,” she was staring into my blue eyes and hypnotic smile. “Elise may I taste you?” I asked. Not waiting for a reply I moved two fingers between her blonde curly haired cleft then licked her honey off those fingers. I did it several times, each time Elise moaned.

“Sir, he didn’t pleasure me; just did his business and unloaded in me. I cried myself to sleep. School was all but over and he wanted me again. I stood up for myself and told him no. Soon after that he dumped me.”

“Well Elise I don’t have your panties in my hand so you have to finish the deal.” She actually laughed a bit. She worked her panties down her thighs. When they reached her knees she wiggled and they dropped to her sneakers.

I moved my knuckles back to the edge to the table and they were anointed with her warm juices. Elise bent over to get her panties. I turned my hand and her left breast filled my palm. I softly gave her firm flesh a slight squeeze.

“Sir you are very naughty taking liberties with me. My tits were not part of the bargain,” she said laughing as she dropped her pink panties on my hand. I brought them to my face and breathed in her sweet young fragrance.

Elise blushed embarrassed by my strange actions. She was very young and very inexperienced in the ways of ‘amour’. I told her she had a beautiful scent and that I was crushed that I would never have a chance to pleasure her and feel myself deep within her as did her football player.

“Oh Sir you are very naughty, very naughty indeed to play with my heart. I sold you my panties and now you want to buy my heart. Oh Sir you are so very cruel,” she whimpered softly.

I folded the five bills and put them in her apron. I took out a business card and handed it to her. “Call this number. Tell the woman that answers your name and where you live and what your dream chance at a start at a new life would be.”

“Elise would that wish be a college of your choice? She will make it happen. Keep up your grades of As and Bs and she will continue to support you for as long as you will, all the way to graduate school. Your boyfriend could blow out his knee and his future would be over. Your future lies ahead of you. Fail to earn this and the deal will be terminated.”

I stood and leaned in and kissed her. She was shocked at first then tenderly returned more kisses. “I gotta go Princess. Take this chance and earn it. You literally hold your destiny in your hand,” I said as I closed her fingers over the aksaray escort card. I gave her a few more kisses then squeezed her ass. “SIR!” she hissed at me.

I paid the bill then walked outside to my truck holding Elise’s pink panties. “Mista, is dat yous truck?” I thought that this was another guy wanting to buy my small antique Chevy truck. “Yes Sir it is,” I replied.

“Well Sir if you’d be stayen a day or two da Pastor’s wife needs hep with movin things for da church fair.” He turned and pointed down the main street. “Pastorage be right dere next to da white church. Yous just go knock on da door and introduce youself.”

“Can’t pay ya but dey should be able to feed yous good and gibe ya a place to bunk down.” He looked at the pink panties in my hand and let out a deep laugh. “Yous best be good, Mista,” he said and laughed again walking away.

Did he mean I better behave or that I was capable of talking a woman out of her panties? I called the number I gave Elise and told my contact to, “Get the young woman, Elise, that will call you into a good college and pay her way 100% for the first year, all expenses. Her grades will define how long my support will last. As our agreement she should never be told who is her benefactor, and why this was offered. I love you Princess,” I said giving her several phone kisses. I never met ‘Princess’ and doubt I ever will.

I got in the truck and laughed at another episode in my travels. I slipped Elise’s panties onto my rearview mirror. “Got another pair of panties, Sean Patrick?” my truck ‘spoke’. My truck’s name is Maureen and it is painted on the driver’s side front wheel well.

Maureen Johnson Smith Long is the name of the mother in several of Robert A. Heinlein’s science fiction novels. I wrote and installed military advanced AI software so ‘Maureen’ and I can converse. From experiences she has become more self aware. That’s another reason I never want to sell my truck.

Well sorry for the divergence and back to my journal. I drove the short distance and parked in front of the Pastorage. “Behave, Sean Patrick!” Maureen scolded me. I got out of the truck and walked to the front door of the Pastorage. I knocked, waited and knocked several times.

The Pastor’s Wife

I was just about to give up and leave when I heard thumping and the door flew open wide. A woman with long red disheveled hair, stood breathing deeply on the other side of the threshold. I waited for her to catch her breath as I watched her full breasts go up and down under a dirty tee shirt. Hay, I’m a guy!

“May I help you?” she gasped. “Yes, a man at the diner said the Pastor’s wife needs help with moving things for the church fair if I would be willing to help and use my truck. There she is right there at the curb waiting to be put to good use,” I said locking my eyes on her freckled face.

“Keep my eyes away from her tits even if her deep breathing had made her nipples get hard and poke out,” I thought to myself. I’d never get a chance to see them if she slammed the door in my face. I smiled my unnerving smile looking into her amber eyes and said,

“My name is Sean Patrick. I’m an ex-SEAL and I have the time to help and use my truck. If you can get your Mom I’d offer my services and my truck.”

She smiled and laughed genuinely then said she IS the Pastor’s wife and her name is Mary Margaret and invited me in. She brushed some dust off her tee shirt actually rubbing her breasts and laughed telling me not to be so naughty. I laughed and said, “Yes Ma’am!”

“Ma’am? I’m younger than you Sean!” she laughed.

“You may be younger than me Ma’am, but how I was raised you’ll be called Ma’am until I am told otherwise; especially you being the Pastor’s wife and all.”

“Well Sean, I am to be called Mary since I will need your help and your truck for a few days if that can be arranged.”

“Well the man at the diner said you can’t pay me but you should be able to feed me good and give me a place to bunk down. That will be payment enough.”

“Well Sean you look like a decent man so I am sure I could take care of your needs while you are helping me.”

“Well Mary, I am actually a serial killer roaming the back woods and small towns in search of my next victim. You’ll never get out of this house alive.”

Her amber eyes popped wide open. She hissed then started laughing so hard she snorted then laughed again. She “eeked” loudly and moved a hand on top of her skirt over her kitten. “I think I dribbled. I’ll be right back. Have some coffee and sit down. Ooops,” she “eeked” again then ran off to the back of the house.

Mary Margaret came back blushing deep red. “I’m sorry that happened. It’s your fault you made me laugh so hard.”

“It’s okay Ma’am. I’ve made woman pee their panties before; even watched them do it. No big deal. Most of the times they didn’t have them on for long.”

“Sir, I think you are being very naughty,” Mary Margaret said quietly. eyüp escort “Are you a naughty boy, Sean?” she whispered looking me over then took in a quick breath when she saw my obviously long thick cock pushing down the right thigh of my jeans. I pulsed it a few times on purpose.

“No Ma’am, it’s usually the women that get naughty and take advantage of me.” I put down my coffee cup and stood. The chair scraped the kitchen floor and Mary Margaret took a step back in fright and covered her face with her hands. Her breathing was quick and shallow. Was she frightened or unnerved?

“Well Ma’am, how can I and my truck be of service to the Pastor’s wife? I don’t think I’m here to discuss how naughty women can be when they have unfulfilled needs.”

The Pastor’s wife just stood there looking at my cock. She raised her face, red in a blush, and her amber eyes bore into me. Her full breasts rose and fell with her breathing. I could have grabbed her and spun her tits to her kitchen table and had my way with her. Having had many women I could read that Mary would not defend herself. She had to make the first move.

She let out a long breath. “Sean, please call me Mary. My church students call me Ma’am. Besides I think I am younger than you.”

“Yes Mary; you’re younger and quite pretty. I’m sure you drive the young boys to sinful thoughts. Now Mary what needs to be done?” The bulge of my cock and my flattery were the first steps in my seduction. More would be applied given the chances throughout the day.

Mary blushed again at my flattery and perhaps she knew she made the boys have sinful thoughts. “Sean there are signs up in our attic that need to be brought down then placed near the church and around town on the main street. I think it will take all day. My husband, the Pastor, usually helps but he is away on a retreat for several days. He’ll be back for the fair.”

Ladies, why did Mary let me know her husband was away?

I followed behind her as she ascended two flights of stairs in the old colonial house. I watched her ass sway under her skirt. She looked back knowing I was watching her ass. The attic was assessable by a pull down ladder. Mary huffed and pulled on the rope to lower the ladder.

She started up the ladder but stopped and weaved. Concerned for a fall I caught her by placing my two hands on her ass. “Sean, don’t be naughty,” she said looking down at me.

“Fine, next time I’ll let you fall and call 911,” I replied but did not remove my hands. Did I feel her testing my grip by swaying her ass? When she went up two more steps my hands held her naked calves. I heard her hiss. Two more steps and I got a quick peek of her pink panties covered ass. Pink panties again? Did the local store have a sale?

Mary was on the attic floor and looked down at me. Her breasts pushed against her tee shirt as gravity pulled on her full orbs. My eyes centered on them as her long red hair tried to hide them. The tee gapped and I could see her full cleavage. She put her hand over that cleavage and blushed deep red.

“Sean, I asked that you not be naughty.” She told me she would pass down the signs for the fair and went about doing so. I didn’t count how many there were but the passing went on for a while as I made a line of them in the hall. Mary said she was coming down and the backs of her legs came over the edge.

My hands gripped her calves and her next step down had me holding her naked upper thighs under her skirt. They felt firm and warm. Mary hissed but said nothing. Another step down and my hands were on her panties covered ass. She moaned when my hands massaged her twin hams. She stood on the ladder, my hands on her ass, for ‘a thousand seconds’.

Mary took another step onto the floor and my hands gripped her waist under her skirt. She moaned softly and tipped back against me. I put my face against her neck and she tipped her head exposing her neck further. I could have bit her there and her resolve would have crumbled.

“Mary we should move the signs to my truck and get going with the rest of the day.” She turned to face me, her large breasts rubbing across my chest. Her amber eyes showed me the depths of her needs and desires. I knew I would have her for my pleasure but not now; later tonight for sure.

I kissed her nose and told her her freckles were cute. I squeezed her butt and pulled her against me. I know she felt my hard cock on her thigh. Very softly she whispered my name. “Let’s get going woman or we will be here all day and people will wonder where are the signs.”

I let her skirt drop and picked up a few signs and walked them out to my truck. On my way back Mary had a few. We took some time and effort to get all the signs out of the house and onto the truck. I asked Mary, “Where to first?” as I helped her into the truck. Mary gasped and pointed to my rear view mirror. “Sean, are those pink ladies panties?”

“Who’s the babe, Sean?” Maureen asked. “Naughty boy, are you gonna add HER panties to the mirror?”

Mary gasped moving her fingers to her lips. “Oh ignore her. She’s fresh and doesn’t understand her place,” I scolded Maureen.

“Sean apologize or I won’t let the truck start,” Maureen snapped back. “And are you gonna introduce your lady friend? I’m Maureen, and you are?” Mary didn’t answer. “Cat got your tongue girly?”

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Wednesday morning, Nabeela was sitting and waiting on the doorstep. Tempus drove up the driveway, her heart beat quicker as she set eyes on Nabeela waiting for her. Nabeela walked over to the car, smiling, seeing Tempus’s big smile. Nabeela got in the car, leaning over to kiss Good morning. Tempus smiled as she drove and said.

“Thank you for last night, it was beautiful.”

Nabeela blushed and felt her nipples hard and her pussy gush a little and place her hand on Tempus’s thigh and said.

“Thank you to my Queen.”

This was how the next week and a half went each morning. It was Friday. Tempus couldn’t help but feel good about today as they drove into work. Once they were in the clinic. Tampus pinned Nabeela to the office door and kissed with so much lust it took her breath away. Nabeela was the one to break there kiss and almost dragged her tall Nubian Queen by her hand to Dr.Ahmed’s office stripped Tempus of her dress and find her wearing a beautiful white laced half cupped bra and clamped her mouth on big hard black nipples flicking her tongue against them and pulling it trapped in her teeth making Tempus moan.

“Yes, yes OMG that feeeeeeeeellllllllsssssssssss so good harder princess.”

Nabeela was not able to contain her lust for Tempus move from nipple to nipple, unable to hold Tempus’s voluptuous, large breasts, even a single breast in both her hands. Nabeela licked and sucked at Tempus’s breasts and pulled her nipples with teeth and fingers until Tempus pushed Nabeela of and told her.

“Strip for your Nubian queen and kneel, my hijabi princess.”

Nabeela didn’t want to be taken away from Tempus’s breasts, but she did as she was told; it was in her nature. Tempus looked down at her and said.

“Your Nubian Queen needs to be pleasured.”

Nabeela pulled Tempus’s cock towards her mouth and Tempus stepped just enough to take her cock away from Nabeela and she turned around and looked over her shoulder and told Nabeela.

“No princess, take my buttplug out and I want you to, do what was it you said yesterday? OH yes worship my butthole and lick my pussy from behind.”

Nabeela shuffled forward and pulled Tempus’s butt cheeks open and first licked her arse around the buttplug and hearing Tempus’s moans only served to encourage her as Tempus was push her butt into Nabeela’s face. She managed to grip the flange with her teeth. She pulled it out with her teeth and let it drop to the floor watching Tempus’s butthole gapping open and it slowly close and then buried her face in to her arse cheeks and pushed her tongue in and tracing along the inside circle of her butthole as Tempus moan loudly.

“OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK YOU SEXY HIJABI PRINCESS KEEP KEEP KEEP DOIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG THAT OH FUCK OH FUCK.”

Nabeela pulled Tempus’s leg further back making her arch her back, allowing Nabeela to reach under Tempus to lick and suck that sweet sweet nectar from her pussy. Nabeela’s tongue pushing deep into Tempus’s pussy scooping out her dripping juices, she could also feel Tempus’s balls tough her chin each time she pushed her tongue her pussy. Nabeela reached up and started to stroke her cock and went back to tongue fucking Tempus’s butthole and pushed two fingers into her pussy as she finger fucked Tempus’s her moans got louder.

“OH OH Princess your going to make me cum fucking me faster and deeeeeppppeeeeerrrrrrr.”

Nabeela did just that fucking Tempus’s faster and deeper it didn’t take long and Tempus’s legs were shaking and she could feel Tempus’s butthole and pussy clenching around her fingers and tongue and then it happened.

“Y E S Y E SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS OH FUCK YES YES YES YOU HIJABI SLUT EAT MY BUTTHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE.”

Tempus fell against the door, sliding down the door onto her knees. Nabeela let go of Tempus’s still hard cock wrapping her arms around her Tempus and held gently and kissed her shoulders and neck and told her.

“Oh my beautiful Nubian Queen, you were amazing.”

Tempus smiled, turned her head, kissed Nabeela, and said.

“You are amazing, that is the best start to my day all week.”

Once she had recovered, she stood up, helped Nabeela to her feet, and told,

“Let’s get you prepped for the day. Going into bathroom stripped and ready Tempus lubed up the small thin dildo shaped bağcılar escort attachment for the shower and filled Nabeela’s butt with water slowly fucking her butthole with it, a few flushes Nabeela was clean and she was missing her plug and the slow butt fucking she had been getting. Tempus told Nabeela.

“Bend over, sweetie, so that I can lube you back up for your plug.”

Nabeela got down on her knees and taking Tempus’s semi-hard cock in her mouth and her balls in the other hand leading Tempus onto her knees and then removed her hand from her cock and was slowly rocking back and forth sucking Tempus’s cock feeling it grow as Nabeela moaned around it. Tempus squeezed a blob of lube onto her fingers and rubbed it into Nabeela’s outer ring, which only served for Nabeela to take more of Tempus’s cock in her mouth and moan louder around it. Tempus squeezed some more lube of her fingers and started to push the lube into her butthole and the deeper Tempus’s finger went in the more of her cock Nabeela swallowed. Tempus was enjoying the amazing deepthroat from Nabeela and Nabeela was enjoying the slow finger fucking she was getting.

Dr. Ahmed had arrived early in the car park, saw Tempus’s car, and wondered if Nabeela was already there. She got to the clinic, but Nancy hadn’t arrived yet, so she went to her office. Opening the door, she could hear Tempus moaning. Dr Ahmed took of her clothes leave her hijab on and made her way to the bathroom, opening the bathroom door slowly to a view of Nabeela’s beautiful round bum with two fingers working in and out her mouth impaled on Tempus’s big black cock. Tempus lifted a finger to her lips to tell Dr. Ahmed not to say anything. With hand signals alone, she got down on her knees behind Nabeela, and Tempus asked Nabeela.

“Would you like to try another, my hijabi princess?”

Nabeela nodded her head as she moaned around Tempus’s shaft. She squeezed more lube on her finger and slid two fingers, and slowly tried a 3rd. Nabeela moaned loudly, and Tempus stopped, still letting her get used to the stretch of the third finger. It was Nabeela who slowly pushed her bum back. Tempus held her hand and fingers in place. She had all three fingers into the second knuckle. Tempus than began to slowly fuck her with them, Nabeela was moaning and pushing back and now Tempus was pulling her fingers all the way out and all the way back into that second knuckle and Nabeela butthole was gapping and holding open. Tempus had a rush of blood to cock, nipples, and her head Tempu grabbed the bottle of lube and handed it to Dr Ahmed and point at her cock. Dr Ahmed looked at her, then at Nabeela as if to ask.

“Are you sure?”

Tempus nodded once she saw Dr Ahmed was lubed up and ready. She removed her fingers and held Nabeela’s butt cheeks open showing of her gapping butthole. She told Nabeela,

“Don’t forget to breathe.”

Dr Ahmed pushed the head of her cock and about 2 to 3 inch in Nabeela butthole when she clinched shut tight. Tempus felt it through butt cheeks and Dr Ahmed froze where she was letting the girl get used to her cock in her butthole and Tempus pulled back and bent down to look at Nabeela her mouth open and she seemed have stopped breathing. Tempus held her face and said to her.

“You are safe, Princess. I will not let anything happen to you that you don’t want to happen to you now, breathe and relax.”

Nabeela took a couple of breaths and tried to relax, but it wasn’t happening, and again, Tempus spoke to her.

“Princess, if you want us to stop, we will.”

The surprise came when she shook her head and started to breathe and she reached up to pull Tempus to her face and kissed and that seemed to relax her and Dr Ahmed could feel her butthole relaxing around her shaft. Nabeela and Tempus kissed again, and Nabeela pulled her in closer and whispered in her ear.

“Can you see it in me?”

Tempus told her.

“Yes.”

Nabeela asked her.

“Is it as sexy and as horny as you imagined?”

Tempus lifted her head and saw Dr. Ahmed’s cock fucking Nabeela butthole slowly with only three inchs going in and out of her butthole and told Nabeela.

“Hotter and sexier and hornier than I ever imagined my sexy hijabi princess.”

Nabeela smiled bahçelievler escort and looked over her shoulder at Dr Ahmed and said.

“Please hold still, Mistress Fatima, and let me do that.”

Dr Ahmed didn’t understand what she meant initially, but did as asked. Nabeela was now slowly fucking herself on her Fatima’s cock and slowly but surly she was taking more and more of her cock. Tempus was now reassuring Nabeela.

“Well done princess well done your doing so well this so fucking hot.”

Then it happened, and Nabeela froze. She had Fatima’s cock all the way in her butthole. She looked up at Tempus with a look of lust and pride, and as the two women kissed, Fatima said.

“This is so hot, and Nabeela, you are so tight. I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”

Nabeela pulled nearly all the way off Fatima’s cock and then pushed back as hard as she dare and it felt so good, she looked over her shoulder and asked Dr Ahmed.

“Mistress Fatima, are you going to put your first load of cum in my arsehole?”

She didn’t answer, but by the way she gripped Nabeela’s hips, she knew what was coming, and she dropped her head and put Tempus back in her mouth. The hard Dr.Ahmed fucked the more of Tempus’s cock went into Nabeela’s throat and soon she had Tempus balls deep in her throat and Dr.Ahmed cock balls deep her butthole she thought at some point there cocks would bump into eachother she heard Tempus moan.

“Fuck F F F F F F FUCK she got me balls deeep I’m going to cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

As she shot the first load into her stomach and then she pulled back letting the rest land in her mouth and that set her off she was already close from her the butt fucking she had been getting and then she felt Dr.Ahmed cock twitch in her butthole and than the hot cum splashing the insides of her butthole. It set Nabeela off on a second orgasm making her squirting and orgasm last even longer and she bucking like a wild bronco as Dr.Ahmed held onto her by her hips and Tempus was still spraying her face with cum. Until she fell over as her knees and arms gave way. Dr.Ahmed just about managed to stay up, Tempus told Dr.Ahmed.

“You have a shower, and I’ll get Nabeela ready after you shower.”

She sat on the floor stroking Nabeela’s face, telling her how amazing she was, until Dr.Ahmed had a shower and left the bathroom. Tempus helped her up by cradling her in her arms, looking down at her, and asking,

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Nabeela looked up, placed her hand on Tempus’s cheek, and nodded yes. Tempus told her.

“You just did a second first for today.”

Nabeela asked.

“Watch a woman getting fucked in her bum? or had your cock sucked while woman is fucked?”

Tempus shook her head and told her.

“No one had been able to take all my cock down there throat that why I came so quickly.”

“Really?”

“Yes, my sweet, beautiful Hijabi Princess, you’re not the first hijabi girl I have had sex, I have inseminated a few, but that was sex or work, you are also my first, and you are all sorts of amazing. Before I say something stupid, let’s help you get ready for work.”

Tempus picked Nabeela up and carried her to the shower, where Nabeela and Tempus shared a loving kiss.

A few minutes later Tempus was of to her office and Dr Ahmed were getting ready for the first patients, when Nabeela felt the buttplug expand and vibrated. She looked over at Dr. Ahmed, who replied matter-of-factly with a grin.

“We don’t want it to close up, Nabeela? I want to unload in your butthole again this afternoon.”

“Look forward to it, Mistress Fatima.”

Nabeela replied just as there was a knock at the door. They sat in their seats, ready for the patients to come in. It was a straightforward appointment, just as it drew close. Dr Ahmed picked up the fob from her desk, and Nabeela could see it in her hand and looked at her and then the patients, and thought not while they are here. She felt slow busy in her bum, it was the buttplug she put the note pad in her lap and held the sides of her chair trying to sat still. She was so busy trying not to be noticed that she zoned out, and it wasn’t until she heard.

“Nabeela, would you take Mr. it was Mistress Fatima, and she şirinevler escort looked hungry for Nabeela too. She was matching Nabeela impaling her mouth and throat on Fatima’s big thick Pakistani futa cock and she had her hands on her hips thrusting her cock into Nabeela’s willing throat, watching her spit and saliva dripping of her chin into her cleavage. Once Mistress Fatima could see her cock had enough saliva as lube she told Nabeela.

“Now my sexy hijabi cumslut get up and bend over my desk.”

Nabeela, a little surprised, got up, bent over, and waited; it felt longer than it was. She gripped the plug and tugged on it a little, and leaned over her, and Nabeala could feel Mistress Fatima’s large, firm breasts and hard nipples pushing into her back, as she whispered in her ear.

“Did you enjoy your first anal fucking my little hijabi cumslut?”

“Yes, Mistress Fatima.”

Came a very enthusiastic reply, Mistress Fatima pulled Nabeela’s buttplug out making her gasp at the emptiness and with her cock still dripping of Nabeela’s spit, she pushed her cock back in and she was expecting a little resistance. Still, none came. It slid in slowly but surely, all of it till her balls were touching Nabeela’s bottom, and she asked Nabeela.

“Would you like your Mistress to dump another load of her cum in your butthole my cumslut? Remember, we have a clinic full now, so keep your voice down.”

“Yes please Mistress Fatima please fuck your cumslut in her GAND(butthole) after all I am your cumslut and that is what I am for.”

Dr Ahmed drew her cock out till only the head was left in and then slammed it back in and Nabeela had to cover her mouth to stop the whole clinic hearing her. Mistress Fatima was going to give it Nabeela good and show her what a fucking from a really Futa Mistress feels like held her cock buried deep in side Nabeela butthole and asked her.

“You ready to find out what a real fucking feel like from a Futa Mistress hijabi cumslut?”

Nabeela nodded her head with her hands still over her mouth. She felt Fatima grip her hips tighter as she felt her fucking her deeper and harder and feeling her balls slapping against her pussy with each thrust and it was driving her wild and then Nabeela start to moan saying.

“MAR MAR MERE GAND SARA LAN MERE GAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNDDDDDD ( HIT HIT MY BUTTHOLE ALL COCK MY BUTTHOLE)”

She didn’t even realise she had said it in Urdu to her, but they both knew what she had said. Nabeela was getting louder, and Fatima reached into one of her desk drawers for a ball gag and told Nabeela.

“Open your mouth MANI RANDI (CUMSLUT in URDU)”

Nabeela did as she was told and as soon as she put the ballgag in Nabeela knew what it was and it only made her hornier. Once it was in Mistress really went to town on fucking her ramming as deep and as hard as she could. Nabeela was loving it and she had already been on the edge from before this was going to push her over the edge and as she started to cum, her butthole clinched tightening aroung the doctor’s cock. She only fucked her as she could feel her balls tighten and getting her ready to cum. Mistress took a few more deep hard stabs and then held her cock deep inside Nabeela as she was still cumming and started to unload her sperm into her butthole. Nabeela felt the hot futa juice filling her inside, only extending her orgasm as she panted and dribbled around the ball gag onto the desk. Mistress Fatima fell onto Nabeela’s back, removed the ball gag, and whispered to her.

“That was amazing.”

“Mistress Fatima, I never even knew I could orgasm from that alone, it was unbelievable.”

Fatima smiled and said.

“OH you can mere mani randi (my cumslut)”

As she slid her cock out and quickly replaced her cock with Nabeela buttplug and she looked over her shoulder at her and Fatima told her.

“I want you to keep my cum inside for the day and I will be adding more to it later.”

Nabeela didn’t say anything and found it horny that she would be carryig her cum around in her butthole.

It was lunchtime now and she was sitting in the staffroom having her lunch thinking this morning I was an anal virgin and less the half day later. I have been fucked in the my arse twice and if I honest with myself it has been the most amazing orgasms ever. I have four orgasms already, and the day is not over. They saw three more sets of patients after the last one. Dr. Ahmed told Nabeela to go and clean herself before she went home for the day. Once she came out of the shower, Dr. Ahmed put a cup in a bag and told her to wait till she was home, and Eddie and Stella would let her know what to do with it.

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I got home from work at just after six. I would have almost two hours to prepare for Mike, who my fiancé Blake had whored me out to for this evening.

Blake was not home yet, so I waxed my legs making sure that they were totally smooth. When I was satisfied, I gave myself three big enemas and expelled them into the toilet. I then took a nice long soak in a hot bath and used plenty of oils. My asshole still had a pleasant soreness from Blakes poundings over the weekend.

Blake arrived home and popped his head into the bathroom saying, “Make sure you wear a sexy pair of panties for Mike.”

I nodded and finished up my bath. I lathered nicely scenting lotion all over my body, blow dried my hair and applied make up. All I wore were my blue lace bikini panties. I looked great!

Blake took me to the stockade and locked me in. He locked my ankles a little more than shoulder width apart, giving me a nice spread. He bent me over the padded shelf and strapped my abdomen to it. He locked my wrists close to the floor. He then put thick leather straps around my chest and neck. This left me bent over, with my ass protruding and my back was parallel with the floor. Even though my neck was strapped into the stockade, my head hung over the padded shelf, giving me freedom to move my head however I wanted. I could see myself in the mirror, and what a site I was! A beautiful twenty-four-year-old blonde, in great shape, locked into stockades, wearing only blue panties. Blake slapped my ass kind of hard and left the room.

Approximately ten minutes later I heard the doorbell ring and Blake went to answer it. I could hear him talking with Mike and I was almost at the point of throwing up, the shame and butterflies in my stomach were so intense!

After some small talk, Blake led Mike into the room where I was locked up. Blake stood by the doorway and Mike circled around me a few times.

“You are one of the select few women that are even more beautiful naked, than dressed.” Mike went on to explain, “Your skin is flawless, your muscle tone is superb, and your proportions are amazing!”

He then asked, “Sweetheart, do you understand what is going to happen to you tonight?”

I nodded yes.

Mike went on to explain, “I am going to cut off your panties exposing your full nakedness. I know about your chastity covered pussy so I will be taking your ass tonight. I hope that Bake has broken you in because I have a huge cock. If he has not it will be even more enjoyable to me! I am paying a lot of money for your ass and I expect the best service. If not, I will whip your ass raw. If yes, I will still spank you but not to the point of rawness. You will also be required to swallow down anything I present to you.”

The gravity of my situation was sinking in and my pussy was flooding with wetness. The shame burning in me was almost unbearable! I felt so helpless. I watched Mike count off twenty $100 Dollar bills and hand them over to Blake. Blake left the room shutting the door.

Mike walked around me a few times just looking and copping some feels. I could see a HUGE bulge growing in his slacks. He then undressed and I saw that he indeed had a huge cock! It was probably about 10 inches long and thick. Mike now walked up to my head which was hanging off the front of the padded shelf and lifted it up by the hair. I was now staring at his cock and he aimed it right for my mouth. It was a tight fit, but it pacified the nausea in my gut. I could not move so Mike started rocking his hips backwards and forwards and soon had the head knocking at my esophagus entrance. He did not push it in though.

“I am just getting warmed up my dear.” He stated in a devilish tone, “I won’t make you deep throat me now, but you will before the night is over.”

I sucked on his cock for a while and tasted his sweet oily precum. I loved precum and he had so much more than Blake. I didn’t worry too much about my teeth because Mike seemed to like feeling them. Just as my jaw started to ache Mike pulled out.

Mike now walked behind me and just started feeling my ass and the insides of my thighs. Sometimes he would grab my flesh gently. It felt great. I would have to ask Blake to do this to me.

I was sopping wet and I am sure Mike could smell my arousal. Mike seemed to take great joy in feeling the plate of my shield through the blue panties. He spent a lot of time jut pressing it and running his fingers around the edges and knocking on it with his knuckle. He commented on how lucky I was to have it because assholes are so much tighter and better for sex.

Soon Mike’s fingers started prod under the lace of my panties. He spent a lot of time just feeling around and enjoying the feel of my most intimate parts. I felt like a horse that was being inspected at an auction and loved it! I could feel the wetness building under my shield. The fact that I still had my panties on made it feel more seductive, almost fatih escort as if he was stealing touches from me and getting away with it. The wetness from deep within me had leaked out from under my shield and Mike used it to lubricate his finger and rub my taint so seductively. I was squirming and creaming and he knew it.

“Well, you sure are a horny for a whore.” Mike stated, “I might have been able to get your ass without paying for it, if I had known you were this sex starved. I think you need to be punished for Blake’s sake.”

Mike took a pocket knife out of his pants that were lying on the floor. He opened up the blade in front of my face and walked around me to my pantied rear. I watched him in the mirror. He started dragging the blade point over my cheeks. It did not hurt but felt kind of like a kitten scratch that does not draw blood. It really drove home my helpless state.

Soon Mike was dragging the point of the blade along the outside edges of my panty lace. It was deliciously unbearable along the crease of my thighs and abdomen. Mike also tapped my shield lightly with the back of the blade. This sent very enjoyable tap waves through my locked-up labia.

When he was done teasing me Mike cut right through the gusset of my favorite panties. He then pulled them up to the small of my back. They now resembled the top part of a garter belt rather than panties. I was sad to lose my favorite panties but excited about what was to happen. Mike now ran his fingers up and down my exposed crack a few times, sending shivers through my locked body. I especially loved it when the fingers went over my rosebud. It was the most exquisite tease.

Mike grabbed each of my toned ass cheeks in his hands and just squeezed them gently. He then pried them apart and let out a whistle as he took in the sight of my exposed asshole. I wiggled my buns in his hands some. I was so worked up.

“Ain’t that just precious!” Mike exclaimed, “It is so perfect and flawless that I need a taste before I deflower and wreck it. But first, let’s take a few pictures so that you can see the before and after.”

Mike took a few pictures of my ass. Some from a few feet away and some from closer with my cheeks pried apart. I could see him zooming in on just my pucker. When he was done, he then put his phone on the dresser.

With that he got down on his knees and stuck his face between the cheeks, that he was prying apart. A shiver ran through my spine as I felt him kiss my most private hole. He then released my ass cheeks and I felt them clutching his shaved face, effectively trapping it in my ass crack. Mike now grabbed me by the sides of my waist and started slurping on my asshole with his tongue. It was the most divine feeling ever. The dirtiness of it and the friction from his tongue were indescribable. I let out a deep moan of pure pleasure and wiggled my pretty ass on his face.

Mike ate my ass for about five minutes. His tongue explored every crinkle of my shutter. He stabbed it inside like a little cock. He formed a seal around it with his lips and just sucked on it. I could feel how much he desired me. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the intense pleasure, moaning like the whore I had become.

I was disappointed when Mike let go of my waist and pried my ass cheeks apart removing his face. I would not have tired of his ass eating, if he decided to do it all night.

“Delicious!” Mike exclaimed, “Not only is your ass gorgeous but it tastes even better than it looks.”

I wiggled it in appreciation of the praise and didn’t have to wonder long what his next plans were for me.

“The only improvement possible would be a nice red hue on those cheeks.” He stated with authority.

I mean what could I do? I was locked into a stockade and could not move my body, except to wiggle my ass or move my head.

I watched helplessly as Mike went and got the flexible leather paddle off the dresser. Blake had never used it on my seriously. He had bought it more as a gag. I had a feeling, that it was now going to be different with Mike.

“A good spanking will sharpen a girl’s senses.” He explained, “It also brings blood to the spanked area warming the skin. When I fuck your ass, I want it to be HOT!”

I then felt a good hard smack on my right cheek. I relished the shame of my situation. I knew, that I was a very naughty girl, whoring myself out for money. I deserved a good spanking and asked Mike to hit me harder.

Mike laid into my ass with the paddle. He alternated cheeks and made sure to spank me higher where the ass meets the back, and lower where the creases separate the ass from the thighs. The pain really drove home the shame of what I had become and as Mike had stated earlier, sharpened the senses.

I squirmed in delicious pain, as Mike rained thirty solid smacks onto my exposed and restrained ass. I could see in the mirror that my ass was a dark shade of red, when he was done. It contrasted so sexily with my white thighs.

“Much improved!” Mike çapa escort stated, fondling my right ass cheek, “And now, much warmer to the touch.”

Mike was so right. It now seemed like he had electricity in his hands as he fondled my ass cheek. The nerves seemed to be so much more sensitive now.

Mike now grabbed a bottle of lube from the dresser and boy did it feel cold when he applied it to my crevice. He massaged it in and his fingers and my did fingers feet heavenly. I could tell that he was really into my ass and it turned be on, even though there was no love between us. The fact that I did not love him, added greatly to my shame, and turned me on even more. This was for pleasure only and I wanted to enjoy it.

Soon, Mike lubed up his huge cock. Blake was not small but Mike was humongous! He rubbed it up and down my crevice a few times creating sparks of desire when its blunt head rubbed over my hole. It took me by surprise when he rammed it in about two inches. I screamed in shock and pain as he grabbed my waist in his slippery hands. Yes, especially his right hand that he had used to lube his humongous cock!

“Now, Now.” He soothed me, holding on to my thin waist tightly, “It will start to feel good soon. Every whore has to learn how to deal with the initial pain of anal intrusion. You are lucky I didn’t put it all the way in.”

Small comfort, I thought, as it felt like my poor asshole had been ripped in half. Luckily Mike did not insert his monster any deeper and he just held on to my waist tightly, constricting my thrashing.

He was right, once again, and the pain did start to subside. When he noticed me calming down in my restraints he started the smallest of rocking motions with his hips. I could feel his slippery monster intruding just a little more with each rocking motion. The pain was subsiding but now the pressure was building up. I kept on feeling fuller and more stretched. It was kind of painful but in a good way.

I started wiggling my ass to get more friction and held my breath. It hurt, but I wanted it.

“See, Sweetheart, its not so bad once it gets going.” Mike smugly stated. I felt like I had to take a massive shit, but it was going the wrong way. The pressure was so great now and then I felt his hips on my ass cheeks. He had bottomed out in me and I knew he couldn’t go any deeper. I exhaled and found out I was wrong, as the pressure of his hips increased on my ass and his monster sunk another inch into my bowels.

Mike let go of the right side of my waist and slapped me hard on the side of my ass.

“You did it girl!” He exclaimed, “Not many women can take a cock my size to the hilt. You should be proud of yourself. You make a fine whore!”

The shame and pride of what he just said welled inside of me and I clenched my ass uncontrollably. Mike just held it in at its deepest. I had never felt so full. Blake couldn’t compare.

I thought I was going to explode, with the fullness of his cock, and the shame welling up inside of me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer I felt an easing of the pressure on my ass cheeks, as Mikes hips started backing away. He kept going back ever so slowly and the most divine friction was created in my asshole, as his monster withdrew. He completely removed it and I felt the head pop out.

“Look at that gape!” Mike exclaimed. “Not so tight and dainty any more, are we? Now you are a true whore!”

I thought I was going to die of shame. I clenched my pucker as hard as I could, as the reality of what I had become hit me.

“Look at it twitch!” Mike exclaimed with glee. “At least you are a clean whore. Not a piece of shit on my rod. It will make your clean up duties easier to stomach.”

I could see in the mirror that my face was as red from shame as my ass was from the paddling. I wanted to burry my face under a pillow but at the same time I wanted Mike to burry his monster back in my ass!

Mike slapped my ass cheeks a few times. This really drove home that he owned me for the evening and I was helpless to stop him. I was his whore. Bought and paid for.

Mike pushed his monster back in slowly, in one motion, all the way to the hilt again. I took a sharp intake of breath and only let it out once he was fully in. It did not hurt this time. I could feel my ass stretch around his intruding shaft and the complete fulness engulfed me once more. Mike continued pushing all the way in slowly and pulling completely out for a few more minutes. The pain and the pressure had totally disappeared. Now I was experiencing the divine pleasure of the fiction on my pucker. His cock was so big that it totally stretched my sphincter exposing every last nerve. This was much better than taking a good shit because the exquisite friction just went on and on and did not end when the turd hit the water.

After about twenty of these deep, slow, deliberate strokes Mike slapped my ass hard and walked over to my face.

“Your doing great Sweetheart.” He praised, “Now lift your head and güngören escort clean me off before I put new lube on and get going in earnest.

I lifted my head and Mike stuck his cock in my open mouth. I am sure my lips were stretched to the fullest to accept it. He deliberately pushed it in until it hit the back of my throat. He then grabbed two handfuls of my long blond hair and pushed hard with his pelvis. His cock went right down my gullet.

“Good girl!” He praised, while holding his cock all the way down my throat.

I could not swallow and it was hard to breath. I could smell his manly scent, for my nose was mashed into his pubic bone and surrounded by his pubic hair. When he pulled out, I massaged the sensitive bottom of his shaft with my tongue and swallowed. I could now taste the strawberry lube and also a faint earthier taste, my ass. Mike pushed all the way back in and pulled out leaving just the head in my mouth a few more times.

“Your throat is almost as good as your ass Honey.” He declared, “The only thing missing on your face, are those gorgeous firm round ass cheeks, that feel so great on my midsection, when I am fully impaled into you.”

I felt like such a piece of pleasure meat and loved it. I thought about how loving sex was with Blake. With Mike it was just carnal and I liked it.

“I see that your ass has lost most of that bright red color from the spanking.” Mike stated as he completely pulled out of my mouth. “I am going to fix that by giving you another paddling. This one will be harder than the first since you are now an experienced whore. I will then apply new lube to my cock and start fucking your ass hard.”

True to his word, Mike walked over to the dresser and picked up the leather paddle. I gasped when the first swat hit my right cheek. It was so much harder than before. I could see in the mirror that Mike was really putting an effort into the paddling this time. I could see his muscles flexing with each hard whack, and I could hear the effect, as shots rang out in the closed room. Soon my ass was crimson red and I was balling like a little girl. The make-up, that I had labored on before he came, was now streaked and ruined with tears, spit and snot. The humiliation burned deep inside of my bowels and I knew, that I was forever, always going to love a good hard spanking.

When the thirty strokes were over Mike gently fondled my now beet red cheeks. My nerves were on fire and oversensitive. It seemed like all my burning shame was sparking out of my hot cheeks, into Mike’s hands. It was like an out of body experience.

I then felt the cold lube. Only this time it felt much colder because my ass was so much hotter. Mike also squirted a generous amount onto his cock. He then spread my cheeks with his hands and just rammed his cock in all the way.

I let out a loud moan as the air was driven from my lungs. Mike tightly grabbed the sides of my waist and really started banging into me. He was going fast now and I could hear the slapping, as his hips smacked into my ass cheeks. Each powerful thrust drove the air from my lungs and I started breathing in rhythm to his strokes. This created a sense of connection, and I knew at this point, that I had somehow connected to Mike, in a way that I had never connected with Blake.

Mike furiously sawed in and out of me for a few minutes and I exploded. It was such a hard long orgasm. The fire from the paddling, the teasing of the rim job, the shame of knowing that I had sold my body and was now a whore and Mike’s masterful fucking, had all combined perfectly and I could feel the squirt running through my locked lips, out of the plate and down my thighs.

Mike also felt it and stopped fucking me after I finally stopped thrashing and clenching my ass on his intruding monster.

“You are a firecracker! Your clenching almost put me over the edge. I better slow down or I am going to be shortchanged for what I paid for.” He said cooly.

Mike withdrew from my ass. I laid on the stockade’s bench totally spent. My hair was wet from sweat, my makeup ruined, my ass on fire and my asshole gaping. Mike came over to my head and once again lifted it by the hair. I was too tired to lift it myself. He stuck his cock all the way down my throat a few times. I tasted the strawberry lube and my ass much more this time. I swallowed it down absent mindedly, as my body was still awash in the endorphins of my huge orgasm.

Mike got his phone off the dresser and took a few more shots of my ass. It felt good when he spread the cheeks with his hand and took close ups. He then walked over to me and started showing me the pictures.

At first, he showed the pictures that he took at the beginning of the session. My cheeks were a pale white. My cute little pucker was closed tight and it had a nice pinkish peach color. Everything looked so clean like in a model picture shoot. Then he showed me the pictures that he just took. My ass cheeks were a fiery red from the paddling. My asshole was gaping open more than an inch. It wasn’t closing. It was a raw, and a deep bruised red in color. The insides of my cheeks, the whole crevice of my ass, my taint and the insides of my thighs were all shiny from the lube, my sweat and the giant squirt that I had just released. I was messy, and looked like the used whore I had become. I felt my asshole twitching in its shame.

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“I’ll do it now,” he shouted. “Fuck, get off my back.” He stormed grumpily to their spare room and slammed the door behind him.

That was the end of his Saturday afternoon. His wife had been relentlessly bugging the shit out him to do his overdue tax return, and he’d run out of excuses. The process appeared to be simple enough — the form he was required to send the IRS was only two pages long — but the instructions were in a PDF running more than a hundred pages.

Same as it ever was.

He sat down at his desk and tried to concentrate on the task, but his brain froze and his eyes glazed over. Fuck this shit. He couldn’t really afford to, but he was gonna have to pay an accountant. He threw the form on the floor, but he was still pissed at his wife for hounding him. He opened his laptop and pressed play on a Youtube clip.

Two hot chicks in bikinis grinned like they’d just snorted Bolivia. They each held books in their right hand. Bibles.

“Hey, I’m Jenna.”

“And I’m Roxy. And we’re Bitches Gone Bible.”

Hard rock riffs played as a quick-cut and partially animated montage of the girls filled the screen.

Once in a lifetime. He turned the volume down. His dick was in his hand.

The camera zoomed in on Roxy, a twenty year old redhead with fat tits and a constellation of sexy freckles across her cheeks. Her eyes were blue, her left arm was covered in a sleeve of colourful tattoos, and her right nostril and septum were pierced. “So in case you didn’t know, Jenna and I used to be strippers. We used to party hard, fuck hard, and everything in between, and then we got into porn.” She groped her rack and pinched her nipples through her bikini. “I did some movies, including ‘Private School Sodomy

3′ and ‘Double Anal
8′. I used to love it in the ass,” she pouted, “until I learned it was a sin.”

Focus switched to Jenna, a twenty-one year old brown-eyed blonde. Her breasts were ginormous, barely contained by her skimpy bikini. She was still a tattoo virgin, rare these days, but her tongue and both of her nipples were pierced. “Yeah, that’s right, babe. We used to sleep all day, party all night, and fuck anything that moved. You might’ve seen me in ‘Please Stepbro Don’t Cum In My Mouth 3′ and ‘I Got Stuck In The Washing Machine Again

7′.”

“But you know what?” posed Roxy. “That lifestyle was fun, but it wasn’t fulfilling.”

“Probably because we made shitloads of money,” replied Jenna, “but spent it all on booze, drugs and partying.”

Roxy looked serious. “Maybe, but I think it was something more than that.”

“Yeah, I felt the same way,” agreed Jenna’s naturally plump lips. “Porn rocked, but it wasn’t enough. And that’s when we turned to Jesus. He might be two thousand years old, but he’s sexy as fuck.”

“Yeah, we totally turned the other cheek for Jesus,” Roxy grinned as Jenna playfully slapped her juicy ass. Her cheeks wobbled a little.

The girls high-fived before lightly kissing each other on the lips. They stared into each other’s eyes and kissed more deeply, wrapping their arms around each other’s necks. They moaned, and made sure the camera got a good view of their fat tongues. They broke their kiss and turned back towards the camera. “We’re Bitches Gone Bible! Wooooo!” They smashed their texts together in holy solidarity, and as the camera zoomed in on their faces, they flopped their tongues out as if desperate to receive precious heavenly seed.

“Now let’s go convert some heathens!” yelled Jenna. Hard rock riffs played again.

The frustrated taxpayer wound the clip back a few seconds to where Jenna and Roxy flopped their tongues out, then hit pause. He stood up and pointed his cock at the frozen image. Ropes of sperm cannoned into the screen.

His wife chose this exact moment to check on her husband’s progress. The door creaked open. His cock was still in his fist.

“If I knew tax got you so horny,” his wife deadpanned, “I’d have dressed up like a dollar bill. Maybe you’d fuck me more often.”

His load dripped down the screen towards the keys.

*

The so-called United States of America didn’t feel quite so united anymore. The States had never been completely unified; for starters, anal sex was still illegal in some states. In what universe does that make any sense?

You can own a pistol, or maybe even a semi-automatic weapon depending on where you live, and you can walk the streets with your piece in plain view, but in some parts of the Republic, sticking your dick in someone’s ass could put you behind bars.

Some lawmakers couldn’t work out why bowling balls had three holes when two would do.

Some parts of the country were super-hyper-scary-ultra-religious. In some communities, sex before marriage was still a no-go zone, though some Amish and JW youth had discovered the blowjob loophole and enjoyed exploiting it. Technically, oral wasn’t sex, as a God-fearing ex-President had once testified. But other parts of the country were completely off the chain mecidiyeköy escort when it came to sex, and the porn industry led the charge.

High school Roxy loved to stick the wooden handle of her hairbrush up her ass. The handle was wide and fat, and it stretched her out nicely. She didn’t have access to lube, so she spat on it first. It hurt going in, but whenever she touched herself with an ass full of handle, she came. She fucking loved it in the poopchute, and soon enough, all the boys on the football team had VIP access to it. If there was ever such a thing as an anal whore, Roxy was it. Until, that is, she learned she shouldn’t.

She knew she had a seriously hot body. She could tell by the amount of attention she got from men, and sometimes from women. As a senior in high school, she used to wear low-cut tops, drawing eyes to her juicy cleavage. She regularly wore her ginger hair, longer back then, tied back in pigtails, and she often walked around sucking on a lollipop just to provoke reactions. Her father knew nothing of her anal proclivities, but even so, he regularly jacked off to the thought of fucking his precious little girl in the ass. He knew it was a sin, and he knew he’d probably go to hell for it, but sometimes, the flesh was weak.

Jenna’s father had a similar problem. Every time she walked into the room, he got an erection. The only difference was Jenna knew. “Eyes up here, Dad,” she’d tease whenever she caught his gaze drifting lower. That time two summers ago when his daughter invited Roxy, her friend from school, over for a swim one warm afternoon was a memory he’d take to the grave. Every time he thought of that day, he boned up shamefully. Innocently, he’d walked out onto the deck with a cool pitcher of lemonade, wanting to offer his daughter and her friend a cool drink, only to see their tongues fighting for territory in each other’s mouths. As he watched Jenna unhook Roxy’s bra and saw her large, freckled breasts escape captivity, he dropped the lemonade, startling everyone. “Sorry, daddy,” Jenna explained calmly. “We were just practicing kissing. It’s an important life skill.” He raced inside and locked himself in the bathroom. It only took four or five tugs for him to spray everywhere. And while we’re on topic, let’s spare a tender thought for Jenna’s younger brother. With his hot older sister sleeping in the next room, just on the other side of a thin interior wall, his balls were always aching and perpetually empty.

Neither of the girls had been brought up conservatively, but nor were their parents overly permissive or anarchic. Theirs were typical, middle class American upbringings. Religion lurked in the background, as it does for any American teen, but it was never a hot topic or a big thing. And while their parents knew their daughters had moved to Florida together after school, they thought they were working respectable jobs at Hooters for minimum wage plus tips. They had no idea their daughters were slowly dipping their painted toenails in porn.

*

Roxy’s personal path towards Christianity began about a year ago, while shooting a scene for ‘In Your Face
4′. It wasn’t a particularly difficult scene for her; she’d warmed her jaw up beforehand. She sat on a couch and talked to the camera about how much she loved sucking cock and eating cum. On cue, a tattooed man with a muscled gymbod and a fat eight inch cock walked into the room. She stretched wide and started sucking him. After the cameraman had captured her impaled face from various different angles, the director told the dude he could unload. As she opened her mouth and begged for his warm seed, she wondered, just for a brief existential second, what the fuck she was doing with her life. She pushed the thought out of her head, remembering what she needed to do to bring the scene to completion. She let his cum rain down over her face and neck, swallowing some before letting the remainder drip down onto her tits. She massaged the liquid into her hard nipples as the cock, having done its job, quietly left the field of vision. She gave the viewer a cutesy wave bye-bye as the camera panned away to a random object. She heard the director shout ‘cut!’

A towel was lobbed in her direction, and she wiped her face before heading to the shower. Standing under the hot water, steam rising up around her, she wondered why she’d felt such a flash of purposeful inspiration seconds before she was drenched in cum. She didn’t know what it meant or where it came from. Fuck, she was only twenty years old, and there was still plenty of time for her to work out what she wanted to do with her life. She shrugged and finished her shower, and after changing into new clothes, the producer handed her a check for five thousand bucks. She’d been on set for an hour, maybe an hour and a half tops, and this was how much she got paid? If porn was a mistake, at least it paid well.

She drove home and thought no more about the flash of beşiktaş escort inspiration.

In another studio, in a different part of Miami, Jenna was hard at work being a three hole whore, shooting a scene for “Airtight 6″. Three huge cocks pounded the living shit out of her. Blonde hair flailed in all directions as she gave the middle finger to the camera, as if to tell the viewer ‘these alpha studs can have me, but you’ve got no chance, pindick’.

She kneeled, and on cue, they surrounded her. They jacked themselves off over her open mouth, drenching her face with hot semen.

Jenna looked at the camera, her face a complete mess, thick black mascara dripping everywhere. She took deep, heavy breaths as the scene ended. There was no cutesy wave bye-bye: she’d been destroyed. The cameraman stole a glimpse of her ruined asshole before the director called scene.

A production assistant handed her a towel. “You OK?” he asked. “That was brutal.”

Jenna looked down — she could see the assistant’s erection through his pants. Wordlessly, she nodded in answer to his question before heading to the shower. As the water caressed her incredible rack, she shampooed her matted hair, rinsing thick goopy clumps of cum out of it. She knew she’d need to go to the hair salon very soon, maybe even as soon as this afternoon. She made sure to wash her pussy, and especially her asshole, thoroughly. Both holes had been used and abused.

She shut the water off, stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a fresh warm towel. She looked at the mirror. It was foggy with condensation, and she couldn’t clearly see her own reflection in it. For a brief second, this thought touched a raw nerve — just like looking into the foggy mirror, sometimes she couldn’t see who she was anymore. Sure, she loved sex, booze and drugs, and the money was fucking amazing, but something about porn left her unfulfilled. Something was missing. She felt as if she craved something else, but she didn’t know what it was.

She shrugged. She got changed and collected her ridiculously large check. Seven thousand bucks.

*

Jenna and Roxy shared a tiny condo in Gladeview, a socially disadvantaged suburb north of Miami. They were only twenty blocks or so from the water, but sometimes, it felt like they were a thousand miles away.

They’d each been to the bank that afternoon to deposit their checks. Their accounts were bloated; making rent was never an issue. They went out for dinner and a few drinks on the beach that night.

“How was work today?” asked Jenna, taking her seat at their outdoor table. A waiter came over and took their drinks order.

“Easy!” Roxy replied. “All I had to do was oral. Some dude nutted on my face and I looked at the camera as if to say ‘whoever’s watching, you’re next’, and that was it. Five thousand bucks later.” She stopped to sip her cocktail. “What about you?”

“Fuck, babe,” said Jenna, “I was three holes today, all at once. It was good, but they wrecked me. My ass still feels a bit tender, but after starving myself last night, I’m looking forward to a good meal tonight.”

They knew how lucky they were to be born in the USA, a country where seriously hot chicks could monetise their looks to the max, but there always was a downside. A posse of dudes walked past, instantly recognising them. “Hey, Roxy, you sexy bitch,” yelled a tatted-up Cuban, “I jacked off all over your face last night.”

Roxy lifted her drink. “Thanks for paying my wages,” she replied sarcastically. “Wait until you see the scene I shot today, you’re gonna love it.”

The Cuban stopped walking and turned around. “How much?” He pulled a wad of greenbacks from his back pocket.

“Huh?” asked Roxy. She noticed the revolver holstered around the dude’s belt.

The Cuban sneered, waving his finger at some point in the middle distance. “You, me, the alley over there, your mouth, my dick.” He paused, swaying slightly. “How much?”

She didn’t need the money, and right now, she didn’t want the attention either. All she wanted to do was unwind over a few drinks with her bestie.

A waiter noticed the minor kerfuffle and chased the unwanted crowd away. For minimum wage plus tips, crowd control was not his responsibility. He hoped the guests at his table would tip him generously in appreciation.

Their meals arrived, and Jenna inhaled her steak as if she hadn’t eaten for a week. “I had the strangest feeling today,” she said between bites.

“What do you mean?” inquired her roommate.

Jenna tried to explain. “I was in the shower, washing cum out of my hair, and I had the strangest feeling, like I was doing something wrong, or like I wasn’t on the right path, or …”

“Fuck, babe,” Roxy interjected, “that’s so fucking surreal. Just before this dude was about to spray my face today, I felt something similar. Like, maybe, I could do something better … something different … maybe even something more important. etiler escort I mean, like, maybe I could make a difference to people’s lives.”

Jenna tipped her head back, necked the rest of her cocktail, and ordered another. “That’s so weird. At the same time, on the same day?”

“Totally weird,” Roxy replied. “Have you got anything booked for tomorrow?”

“Nothing, babe. What about you?”

“Got tomorrow off too.”

“Checks are in the bank, and tomorrow is free,” summarised Jenna. “Let’s get wasted!”

“Amen!” yelled Roxy. They ordered two more cocktails.

*

High noon in Miami Dade county, and a pleasant 83 degrees. Skies blue, winds light, no category-5 hurricanes in sight. Outside, the world was vibrant and alive. Inside a small condo in Gladeview, nothing had moved. Unless, that is, you want to count when Roxy got up at 3am to talk to the Heavenly Father on the big porcelain telephone. “Oh God,” she moaned as the contents of her dinner plus ridiculous quantities of undigested alcohol passed her teeth in the wrong direction. “Oh, God, I swear I’m never gonna drink again.” Once her internal tsunami had subsided, she stood up, wiped her face, brushed her teeth, and crawled back into bed.

Jenna woke up around four in the afternoon. She stumbled to the kitchen to make herself a coffee. The smell of beans hit Roxy’s nose and pulled her out of bed. “Hey, babe … can you … can you make me one too?”

Jenna took a second mug out of the cupboard. “Sure thing, babe. Did you sleep OK?”

“Guess so,” grimaced Roxy. She ran her fingers through her hair as she waited impatiently for her 4pm caffeine hit. Jenna poured the bitter black liquid, and as the sun began to sink in the west, they prepared to face what was left of the day.

They sat on their balcony in foldable deckchairs, facing away from the beach. Suburbia unfolded beneath them. On the floor below, they heard an argument play out in Spanish.

“Is this how you imagined your life?” asked Jenna.

“Do you mean what we talked about last night?” Roxy quizzed.

“Yeah. I don’t know. Maybe.” Jenna sipped her coffee.

“I don’t know how I imagined my life, babe,” replied Roxy. “I’ve only just started living it. Fuck, bitch, I’m only twenty years old, I just finished school, and I’m making bank in porn. What’s to think about? What’s to imagine? I’m in cruise control mode right now.”

“Yeah, but what’s your legacy gonna be? What are you gonna leave behind?”

“A dry, flaky residue of incel DNA.”

Jenna laughed. “I ain’t gonna argue with that.” She sipped her coffee and stared at the sky.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Roxy narrowed her eyes, looking towards the sun. “Fuck, babe, I really need a dick in my ass.”

Her roommate drained the rest of her coffee. “Will a tongue and a dildo suffice, m’lady?”

Roxy moved her chair closer. “If I was gay, I’d totally fucking marry you, you sexy bitch.”

Tongues collided as they tasted each other’s coffee breath. “Ew,” Jenna recoiled, “you smell like spew.”

Roxy tried to explain. “I puked this morning, but I brushed my teeth before I went back to sleep.” Her synapses fired. “Hang on, wait a second, you just offered to eat my ass, and you’re worried about my breath?”

Jenna grinned, looping her thumb through the nearest piece of Roxy’s clothing before dragging her back inside. “I’m gonna fucking destroy you, girl.”

Their arms wrapped around each other on the living room couch and they kissed again. “By the way,” disclosed Roxy, “I’m gonna get a new tattoo.”

“What of, babe?”

“A dick inside an asshole. I mean, I just love anal so fucking much. I’m not religious, but if I was, I’d say it was a gift from God.”

Jenna smiled. “Pull ’em down, you skanky slut.”

Roxy pulled her slinky panties off and kicked them into the corner of the room. Jenna inhaled her scent. “Fuck, babe, you smell so good.” Her tongue went to work, but Roxy gave instructions.

“Not the pussy, babe. Just the ass.”

Jenna recalibrated. She licked and sucked her roommate’s anus, gripping her cheeks, hearing her moan.

“Fuck, babe, yeah, just like that.”

Jenna French-kissed Roxy’s butthole for a few more minutes.

“Babe, I … babe, I need something more.” Roxy’s fists were clenched.

Jenna smiled. “Wait here.” Before she left the room, she took a pic of her roommate, on the couch, up on all fours, her asshole in serious heat. She came back with ten inches of penis-shaped plastic.

Roxy whimpered. “Yeah … give it to me.”

Roxy’s hole was already wet from her roommate’s tongue lashing, but just to be sure, Jenna drooled some lube onto the dildo. It was so much bigger than the handle of the hairbrush Roxy used to fuck herself with.

“You ready?” asked Jenna. She noticed Roxy’s hole loosen and gape in anticipation. She rested the tip on the outside of Roxy’s hungry hole and began to slowly force it in.

Roxy moaned. She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, allowing deeper ingress. “Fuck me, babe. I really need this.” Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her pussy was sopping wet.

“Is this good?” cooed Jenna. One hand groped her roommate’s ass, the other slowly guided the dildo in and out.

“Fuck, babe, this is so good.” Involuntarily, she squirted all over the couch.

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