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“Would you like to talk about the pirates today, Gwen?”

My grin disappeared. I had told Dr. Annon that I did not want to talk about them today, tomorrow or ever for so long as the universe may turn.

“I think we’ll have to talk about them sometime,” he’d said, that little half smile playing on his sexy little lips. “You’ve been coming for two years.” I’d told him I disagreed vehemently enough to shove a coat rack up his ass next time he asked.

“Gwen?”

“Oh, sorry…for a moment I thought you said you wanted a coat rack up your ass.” The truth. ” You didn’t really say that, did you?”

Dr Annon got that thoughtful look and then looked deep into my eyes. “I said I think you should talk about that. I think that’s what’s doing it.”

He’d confused me there. “Doing it?”

“Your frigidity?”

I was furious. “I told you I’m not frigid, I just…”

“Can’t get close to anyone, can’t stand to perform oral sex, can’t masturbate to orgasm–“

“That doesn’t mean I’m frigid, I mean, I still like sex–“

“You have sex because it’s expected of you. That doesn’t count.” He gave me a little smile then, and my heart melted again. And then I realized that I still wouldn’t fuck him if I had a choice, and knew he was right. It wasn’t that I didn’t like sex, it was that I didn’t care about it. At all. “You are never ever passionate about sex, Gwen. You said so yourself.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to pour my heart out about some buried part of my past…” I realized that was a stupid thing to say to your psychiatrist. ” About that, I mean.”

“Who are you going to tell, if not me? Do you hope it will go away if you don’t look at it, like monsters in your bedroom?”

“Yes. That’s what I want. I hope it does.”

“But it’s not,” he told me, and gave me that heartrending caring look. “It’s shut down your sex life and your social life. What will be left when it’s done?”

I was getting desperate, I so did not want to talk about this now, or ever. But he was insistent and I couldn’t say no to him much longer. “I don’t—some things you just–“

“They raped you, didn’t they?”

I panicked. “You leave me alone!”

“Okay,” he said right then. He sat down in his big chair and looked at me.

I sat down on the couch and he just looked. So I looked back, and we looked and it became like a fight. I knew he had to look away or say something, I wouldn’t be the one to drop my eyes, so help me God, and my jaw dropped open and out it spilled.

Gwen was a virgin. She was old enough to be living a life with sex in mind but not in body, and too young not to be terrified that she wasn’t ‘normal’ because of it. Old enough to know pirates were real, but too young to really believe in them. On board the Bellemae, her parents had said, it will be fun and leisure and plenty of time to read and think, and grandma telling her (she never asked) that she must “come with us across the sea to Portugal for our fourth honeymoon and we’ll show you the new place…Have Jack take us over in the Bellemae.”

But Gwen had found it a nightmare. Her first day at sea she was sick over the side most of the time. On the second day a deckhand she had come to know as Jacques, a dark man with an accent of indistinct origin, produced a hand-rolled cigarette that smelled faintly of skunk. “Take this, little now, little later.”

“I don’t smoke,” she’d told him.

“Dat why you still sick,” he’d answered, and gone on to explain how they were in international waters and no-one else was sick because they were all stoned et cetera. She know it was a line of crap but by then she was bored to tears and it was something to do.

Now, on day 8, she was smoking pot with Jacques most of every day and she liked him a lot, but she could feel tension starting and knew their friendship was almost over, that when she said “I’m celibate” was when he said “I’m gone”.

“Hey woman,” he called, head sticking up from below decks. “We done!” He grinned. “Cmon my bunk.” She went after him without hesitation; he had a killer CD collection, and he was a dope fiend. He kept her amused with sleight of hand tricks and knew how to blow a tune on a comb and waxed paper. He was interesting, and after 8 days at sea, interesting is good.

She walked into his cabin and sat next to him on his bunk.

“It’s boring now, at sea,” he told her with an air of pathos. “always get boring now. 8, 9 day.”

Gwen nodded. “What do you do to keep from getting bored?”

“Well,” Jacques replied, eye widening, “we WRESTLE!” And with that he grasped her around the waist and dumped her on her head. She fought her way up, fists clenched.

“You die!” She screamed with laughter and threw herself at him. He caught her and skillfully pinned her beneath him on the bed. Gwen giggled as she caught her breath.

“We don’t always wrestle,” Jacques told her, and bent to kiss her.

“Hey, whoa, there’s something you gotta know…” She twisted her head to keep their lips görükle escort apart.

He pulled back a little, but kept her pinned. “What?”

“I’m celibate,” she replied knowing the type of response this usually elicited. However, instead of the normal distancing from the mating scene, as it were, Jacques pressed his body against hers. “What, are you a nun?”

“No.”

“You mean you don’t fuck? You sick dick doe, no?”

“‘Fraid not.”

“Hand job?”

“Nope”

“Facial?” He grinned.

Gwen didn’t believe him. “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s a facial?”

By way of response, Jacques dropped his pants and yanked her arms up to pin her wrists while a large, erect cock came into view. Gwen almost shrieked.

“Oh my God Jacques, what the fuck are you doing!” Gwen struggled to get free from beneath him, but she was pinned, his cock right in front of her face. Her eyes widened as he began to stroke it gently.

“Jacques, please stop,” she told him, but her voice was devoid of conviction. He continued, and despite her embarrassment and humiliation, she felt a slight frisson beneath her skirt; she became aware of the sensation of her underwear pressing against her vulva a quickening of the breath from more than the exertions of wrestling to get free.

“No girl,” he answered her. “You asked, now I show you.” His hand continued its slow stroke. “I show you…” He brought his penis close to her lips; she bit at him, snarling, more for show than out of a willingness to hurt him,. He tightened his hold upon her and drew deep breaths, and stroked himself with relish. Gwen knew she should scream but she couldn’t. Jacques’ long dick horrified and fascinated her; she found herself squeezing her thighs together a hard as she could while the man atop her—and he was a man, oh yes, no child he—began to make sounds that she had never heard before, but which made her pussy hotter and wetter than she had ever known.

She felt the tension in his legs first, and then the break in the rhythm of breathing, and then Jacques began to swell to a girth that frightened her…he pointed it at her, and she saw its eye, a drop of white weeping from it, and then Jacques grunted and the warm torrent hit her, it was come, his come, and it was on her cheek, and then it was on her lips too, and then on her chin, and she felt used, she was used, and made low, less than dirt—and she licked his spend from her lips.

That sent her over; she clenched her teeth and held her breath and noiselessly, motionlessly succumbed to her very first orgasm. She felt tingles through her whole body and a divine clenching deep inside her; she felt wetness running down her legs and she felt burning shame—and somehow, that made it even better.

She was astounded at his ferocity as he hurled himself off her. “You like dat, don’t you?” She only looked involuntarily at his crotch. “Well ged on out heah, you had enough.”

Hurt and humiliated, she ran back to her bunk and sobbed and dreamed.

“Did you see Jacques on board afterward?”

I felt weak, and the room sort of spun. “Ya..I did see him. You have to see each other, you’re on board a ship.”

“Was he ashamed at what he’d done?”

I had to smile at that. “Well, you’d think I would have gone away, every time I saw him, you know? But I didn’t. I hung around him closer than ever. It started really creeping him out, and he started staying away from me. So yes, I’d say he was ashamed.”

“Did you ever have sex with him?”

“No. I was cherry.” I felt like I was about to cry.

“What happened after he ejaculated onto your face?”

“I told you, I saw him around–“

“No, I mean right after. Did he let you right up?”

I thought. This was the worst time in my life, but it had like a nostalgia all the same. “No. He wiped his prick on my cheek first.”

“What did you do when he let you up?”

“I went back to my cabin on the other side of the ship.”

“What did you do there?”

And I can’t stop it, I can’t keep it a secret for another second. “I TOUCHED MYSELF.” And I’m crying before I even know it. “I touched myself and I liked it..I didn’t have the guts to go all the way but I still had my first orgasm on the Bellemae.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Because I felt soiled…because it’s been so long I’d forgotten.”

“You touched yourself. Why?” And I know I can’t answer his question. I ‘d take the worst possibly way out of it if I had to. So I did. I kept talking.

The tenth day brought more sun and no wind. The Bellemae, now very low on fuel, lay becalmed for want of wind. Squalls on the horizon promised wind but none came. Jacques and Gwen circled each other on the deck to maintain the greatest possible distance between them. Rumors began to circulate that it was a lover’s quarrel, that she was yet another of Jacques’ long line of conquests. Hours ground by with nothing to do; she played chess with the captain but didn’t understand the way the pieces moved görükle escort bayan and so he let her win. Around three in the afternoon—she wasn’t sure how many time zones they’d crossed—the watchman’s call rang out across the deck: “Ship to starboard, she’s hailed us!” The captain, a stoic man who seemed to have no personality whatsoever, stood up and looked out a porthole, scanning the waterline, and then stopped. He whistled. “And?”

“They say they’re out of water and six days out, they ask if we’ve any to spare.”

The captain considered this carefully. Gwen realized he didn’t have much to weigh; if he didn’t give those people water, they’d probably die. There was nothing around them but water for days.

As if he’d heard her speaking in his head, he nodded. “Tell them they can come aside us.”

“Why did you take so long to answer?” Gwen demanded of him when the watchman had left. “You can’t let those people die. What were you thainking about?”

“I was thinking,” he returned, “that we do not have a great deal of water to spare. Enough to give a vessel that size only 2 days more, if she’s fully crewed. I was thinking that I have no weapons if they decide to take all of it by force, and leave us thirsty. Or if they didn’t need water at all.”

“You mean like pirates?” she asked, a flutter of excitement within her.

“Exactly like pirates,” he replied. “Now, I see you getting the romantic picture of pirates in your head, but they’re real, and they’re very very bad. They will steal everything you have, but they will kill you first. And they might have…uses for you before they do you in, because you can’t tell on them when you’re dead, and you can’t stop them until you are.” His somewhat vacant gaze fell upon her. “I hope you never meet any, and trying to make sure you don’t is the reason I took so long.”

Gwen felt a small amount of fear and a large amount of excitement. For the first time that day, she stopped thinking about Jacques’ cock exploding onto her, and the salty taste of him on her lips, as he held her, held her so tight she couldn’t move– “How can they survive out at sea? how can they do those things?”

“Those have the same answer: They are evil men who steal whatever they need from everybody they meet. Not even all men—the worst of the pirates have been women. They often became captains themselves, you know; captains of pirate ships.”

Now Gwen was excited, and a little aroused, as well. “You mean I could be a pirate captain?”

The captain’s expression hardened. “If you were lucky, you would be shot down as soon as you tried. If you were unlucky, you would be passed around like a whore and then chucked overboard.” He glared at her. “So put your notions aside. Pirates are veil, and wrong–“

“Pirates to starboard!” The watchman’s message was a scream this time. The captain looked out the porthole again, and what little animation his face possessed drained away.

“Oh fuck me, please God no..”

He ran from the cabin onto the deck and immediately staggered backward. Gwen felt a wet mist on her face and arms and the captain fell back with a two-centimeter hole right in the center of his forehead.

“Well, I freaked,” I said, and ran down. I couldn’t go on. The pictures were all there, the pictures I’d run from, took drugs to get away from, but I couldn’t say it, I needed to say it but I couldn’t.

“That’s understandable,” Dr Annon said and he was so sympathetic he made me want to cuddle him. “You’d just seen a friend killed right in front of you. That’s quite a trauma.”

“Well, I wouldn’t call him a friend, he was just the captain. But I got his blood all over me. I was trying to wipe it off, with the blanket from his bunk, and that’s what I was doing when I heard a shot and my mom screaming and I just, I went to pieces, I just ran out that door and tripped over my feet. I hit the floor and heard bullets whirring—no shit, they actually whirred—and then I heard gunshots. Is that weird?”

He nodded and motioned me to continue. He was so hot..

“I got up, and looked around the deck, and I saw two men throw my father over the rail. They way he flapped around, I knew he was dead.” My whole body ached from the memory; I hadn’t really thought much about him…oh God, goodbye, daddy—and I was bawling. Dr Annon gave me a tissue and I blew my nose.

“Where was your mother?”

“S…she…was in a a group off to the side, three or four of them were standing around Mom and one of them was pointing a gun at her. She was on her knees, and she was bowing to him…over and over. Another one had an hourglass. As I watched, the sand ran out in the hourglass, and the gun went off. She fell, and then I could see the pirate’s dick and I realized she’d been sucking his dick, racing the clock and she lost.”

I couldn’t see because of the tears, and Dr Annon was sitting beside me, and his arm was around me. “Tell me what happened,” he said in that soft soft voice. I melted again.

“Well…I bursa escort was on the deck and one of the guys with the guns, that almost just shot me—he grabbed me and walked to the rail with me right under his arm, and I started to panic, I thought he was going to throw me overboard like he had my daddy, like the captain had talked about when we played chess that day. But when we got to the rail, I realized there was another ship alongside us, and he threw me onto the other boat and another guy caught me, he…” I stop, and just breathe for a few seconds.

“What happened?”

“He manacled me, looped the chain over a way-high hook on the mast, and I looked way up and saw their colors, if you can call them that, a white noose on a field of black. And while I was looking up there someone came right in and grabbed my tits, and I couldn’t put my arms down ’cause they were chained over my head, but I tried anyway, like I had to. And those manacles hurt my wrists a lot and so I had to relax again, and as soon as I did they got grabbed again. I tried to kick but those damn iron bracelets tore at me, and then the pirates picked me up and their fingers were everywhere, God just everywhere.” I rolled my eyes in pleasure of the memory. “Not too much, you know, just enough, kinda fucking me with their fingers, you know?” He nodded and I saw him gulp, but he stayed close. Oh doctor, if only I wanted to fuck…

“You enjoyed it?”

“I screamed and bit and twisted and thrashed like crazy. And I loved it. It was like being tickled all over with my own clit.”

Gwen shook the chains that bound her to the hook in the mast, and cried out again, knowing that all hope of salvation or succor was likely dead but needing to call for someone. The pirates laughed and mocked her. She saw through widening eyes that some of them had exposed their dicks and were stroking them. She remembered Jacques with a quick twinge of excitement somewhere just north of her pussy, followed by a heartsick sob as she realized he was dead along with the rest of Bellemae’s crew. The pirates’ hands became repulsive to her and her screams and thrashing redoubled.

“Hold, men,” came a voice with authority. The pirates set her down and parted like grass before the wind.

The man now looking at her was obviously the captain, by his presence. His face was shadowed by the light of the cabin behind him, but Gwen could see he wore a long brown coat and a large foppish hat with a plume. As he approached, she could see his face, a little at a time: first cheekbones, and a scar along the right one; then his nose, not long but too aquiline to be called pretty; then his chin and jaw, aristocratically chiseled. His eyes were too slitted for her to see their color. The overall impression of his face, clothing, and manner was of a rake: handsome in an unconventional way, a lover of women but too merciless to ever truly love anyone, and prone to expensive habits. He strode up to her and grasped her chin, pulling her head so she had no choice but to face him.

“Who are you?”

“Gwen Phillips,” she replied. She shook the chains that looped around the hook in the mast and cut her wrists again. “Let me down,” she told him.

The captain moved very close to her and his slap was sudden and stung the side of her face. The pirates gathered around her ‘oohed’ and laughed viciously. “I asked you your name, not your desires,” he told her softly. “What are you prepared to do to get down from there, Gwen Phillips?”

She only stared at him.

He pressed himself against her and she felt him between her legs and rubbing against her. Gwen kicked at him, felt a knee connect almost solidly between his legs, but he did not fall; the crew hushed immediately and the heard whispers in the silence before the captain roared: “The wench plays with her feet!” and the heel of one leather moccasin slammed into her cheekbone. Her eye immediately watered and the side of her face felt heavy and hot. She sagged against the chains and two pairs of hands grasped her ankles, pulled them behind her, to each side of the mast. Her weight was completely supported by her wrists in the cutting manacles and the pirates holding her legs . He pressed against her again and, with her legs pulled behind her as they were, she couldn’t avoid his hand rubbing her, terrifying her yet at the same time sending darts of pleasure throughout her body.

“You’re pretty enough,” he told her, then he ran a hand down her front. “You feel passing good to the casual observer, let’s say—” and his hand came up between her thighs and her gasp sounded a little too much like a pleasure-moan. The pirate captain gave her a suggestive leer and began to disrobe her, one piece of clothing at a time; each piece of clothing he dramatically threw over the rail and out to sea. The message was plain: You will not need clothing for what you will be doing, and once you can’t please one of us, over the rail you will go too. Gwen struggled, but the pirates holding her legs pulled backward until she felt split apart by the force against her pelvis and her strength waned. The captain continued disrobing her, this time using a cruel-looking blade to assist him. Gwen’s skin tried to crawl away from the knife and the captain nicked her with it.

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After “helping” at the Carvers’ party that night, life for Lisbeth went back to “normal” – the kind of normal that was experienced by a pupil at Hanson House, being trained to be a submissive and a sexual servant.

Lis had been disappointed at that. She knew she’d performed well for Lady Carver – the beating had left her bruised for days and Mistress Rose and shown a satisfied smile as she inspected her pupil the next day. As a result, Lis had rather hoped she’d be invited again. But it was not to be, as the Carvers’ still preferred to take “newbies” and “fresh meat” for their kinky parties.

So Lisbeth had thrown herself into her “special lessons”, determined to do her absolute best and earn the right to be assigned to an accomplished Dominant after graduation. She took special pleasure in “piss play” classes and was marked highly for her efforts. She loved the chance to learn about administering an enema to herself. She took extra pleasure from “double penetration” classes. She managed to “let slip” to one of the staff that she was hungry to suck cocks and so was regularly pulled aside by male members of the staff who shot their cum down her throat or over her face. On top of all that Lis masturbated more than ever, imagining the spankings and whippings she might receive from her future Dominant.

She also received extra attention from Master Stephen. He’d read the report on her performance at the party. With the permission of Mistress Rose, and sometimes her participation, Master Stephen administered a number of heavy beatings to the willing novice. Lisbeth was always grateful for such treatment – though she noted that Stephen seemed less willing than Lady Carver to take her to the point of screaming her pain.

So the young Dane was shocked, almost to the point of disbelief, when told just before graduation that the Carvers had asked for her by name. The reasons were complicated, though that hardly mattered to Lisbeth. She had long worried she’d not be chosen for obvious reasons – her tits were small and she did not think her face was pretty, she did not have a sexy butt or long, tanned legs. The Carvers, however, were interested in other talents.

Lady Carver was in her early forties. She was a woman of great energy, especially sexual desire. Her body showed the signs of having borne two sons. Yet her tits remained one of her best assets. They’d been “done”, of course. She could afford the best and her tits, now a little bigger than a C-cup, stood high and firm with nipples that seemed always to point upwards. They looked even better with heavy gold rings in them. To a casual observer it was hard to tell whether Lady Carver had been “enhanced”. They looked very classy under her business clothes and even hotter when she displayed them naked.

The Carvers were quite the power couple – successful in their professions, wealthy and important.

He was rather handsome, a little older than his wife, tall and lean with the body of a runner. That was explained by the fact that he remained a keen jogger. How he managed that with his big horse cock was something Lisbeth had never figured out. As it happened, his huge cock was really the reason why the Carvers’ had found their way to their kinky sexual lifestyle.

Lady Carver, June, had fallen in love with her man, John, and even loved his massive meat. She always wanted to fuck John and to take him inside her – no matter that it was quite difficult, and a little uncomfortable, for her to accept his huge bulk. Fully erect he was over ten inches long and thick to boot. Eventually she had realised that sex was not so enjoyable for him – for the simple reason he could never get more than half his massive tool inside her. June Carver had wondered whether there might be other women “out there” who would enjoying being fucked by a horse cock and perhaps able to take more of John’s size.

It didn’t take long to convince John of her plan and from there it seemed natural that she would procure such women. Soon after she had found that she enjoyed watching them being pounded by her husband’s enormous shaft, seeing them struggle and even in a little bit of pain. “That’s enough cock to tame any bitch,” she had laughed. June had allowed her dark side to emerge and as a couple they’d never looked back.

In return, John encouraged her to find her own lovers and, likewise, June had not needed convincing. In time she had a couple of men who would fuck her as required. She also discovered that her sexual pleasures were not limited to men. Yet she never lost her love or her passion for her husband.

John had no trouble convincing women to go to bed with him. The legend of his endowment was passed by word of mouth. It was after fucking the PA of his boss that he heard about a secretive group who enjoyed kinky sex play. Soon the Carvers had entered a new circle of friends. As it happened, this group included the people who supported and maintained Hanson House. görükle escort

They swapped their big home for a bigger house in an attempt to keep their kinky lifestyle separate from “normal” life. With their wealth and their connections they’d gradually become important players in the “Hanson community”. One area where they’d not succeeded was keeping their sons ignorant of their kinky pursuits. But gradually they lost all regret for that.

Lady Carver had not regarded Lisbeth’s attendance at the party as an audition. But she’d seen something in the pupil and quickly expressed an interest to her friend, Mistress Rose. There was no point telling Lis about this – she had great potential but the important thing was that she continue to be trained to serve fully. Once she was given the chance to be assigned to the Carvers, a chance she grabbed eagerly, June would have the chance to make the most of Lisbeth’s talents.

In keeping with the rules, Lis had been offered an apartment of her own. No longer a novice and not yet a slave, she had the right to her own life and the chance to take a boyfriend if she wanted. Lis, however, had wanted to move-in to the Carvers’ big home and so she ended up living in the room which had once belonged to Amy. She knew what she was doing – living more or less full-time with the Carvers meant more opportunity to serve and to submit. More importantly, Lis expected she’d have more opportunities for sex. Like all graduates, she’d been forced to remain a virgin and now was desperate to make up for “lost time”. Later on Lis would find other boys her own age to fuck but her hunch proved correct and quickly she got plenty of kinky sex action in the Carvers’ house.

It had started on her first day, when Lord Carver had brought her from the campus to her new home. After showing her through the enormous house and putting her things in her bedroom, Lord Carver had given Lis a good, long look-over. She was used to being inspected – every Hanson House student went through that many times. But there was something else about that look. Lis already knew what her new Master wanted and she sank slowly to her knees.

With her first real look at that monster Lis knew she’d hit the jackpot. She believed in her heart that most cocks, and their owners, were superior beings and that a female “like her” had her true calling in serving them. Lord Carver was a different matter – his cock was huge and powerful. Such a magnificent cock demanded that it be worshipped and Lisbeth was perfectly ready.

The legend about “as big as my wrist” was close to true in his case. Lord Carver quickly grew to full size and Lis realised she could fit only a few of his ten and a half inches into her mouth. Luckily that gave her plenty of room to stroke the base of the shaft as she struggled to mouth the huge weapon. With her free hand she cupped and fondled the heavy ballsack. She was eager to show off everything she’d been taught at Hanson House.

He did not last long before he pulled out. Stroking his own cock, Lord Carver casually coated her face with his cockjuice. Lis had been put in her place straight away. She felt thrilled and honoured to be treated like that on her first day. She Lord Carver was able to produce a lot of semen, she discovered, and he left her there, on her knees with his issue stuck to her face and her dress, until Lady Carver arrived a few minutes later. Lisbeth had been a little scared, not knowing how the Lady would react to her husband using their new submissive so easily. Lady Carver walked in the front door, saw Lis with a coating of dried cum, and merely laughed.

That night, the Carvers fucked with enthusiasm as Lis lay next to them. Part of the reason for that passion was, of course, the arrival of the new submissive. Lis herself was insanely horny by then, the sight and sounds of the older couple’s fucking making it worse. She was astonished as she watched Lady Carver gamely take on the regular challenge of accepting her husband’s enormous cock into her cunt. Only when the Carvers were done was she even acknowledged. “Clean me,” came the order from Lady Carver and the new submissive went between her thighs to lick and slurp until the older cunt was completely clean. If Lady Carver had meant to humiliate Lisbeth then it had the opposite effect – the young Dane already knew she loved the taste of them both.

Many of the rules that had applied to Amy were in force for Lis as well. Among those was that the absence of Lady Carver meant that Lord Carver could use Lis’ mouth whenever he wanted. The Lady had gone away on business the next day and Lord Carver wasted no time in making Lis fully acquainted with his horse cock. Twice a day on such days he abused her mouth, forcing himself as deep as he could while Lis stroked his big balls and his shaft. She quickly fell in love with that enormous member, each looking forward eagerly to the chance to worship it with görükle escort bayan her mouth and hands. What Lisbeth learned mostly, however, was that Lord Carver enjoyed splattering her face with cum. She loved that, too, content to be his target and so very proud to wear his hot, sticky semen.

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Lis lost her virginity that following Saturday. By then she was almost desperate. The long months of waiting at Hanson House, plus the week of living with the Carvers, had made her ready to do anything to be fucked. She didn’t even stop to think about the challenge of that huge prong.

The Carvers focused entirely on her. The Lady had fingered Lis while he sucked on her tits. He had eaten her cunt and made her scream out her climax while the Lady had smothered her face with her own, expensive breasts. Only when her cunt was hot and soaking did Lord Carver take position between her legs. Her first time was to be missionary position. Lis was thrilled because she would be able to watch the whole thing, watch as a healthy, virile man lowered himself on her and finally used her cunt for its proper purpose.

Their young submissive came almost as soon as Lord Carver had pressed the head of his cock into her tunnel. All the dildos, all the fingers, were nothing to compare to the feeling of a real cock stretching and filling her sex. Perhaps the wait had been worth it. Lis no longer cared because what mattered most was that she was finally serving a man just as she should – with her cunt wrapped around his thick cock. And Lisbeth knew that she’d have this cock over and over again.

After just three inches her cunt began to feel the strain of taking a huge cock for the first time. All the rubbing of her clit by Lady Carver hardly helped. But Lis was more worried that they’d stop right then. “Please go deeper,” she panted. The heat and the smell of his body on top of hers was so wonderful, the feeling of his cock in her hole was incredible. She remembered then what Amy had said – it was an honour to be deflowered by such a cock.

“Please, Master, give it all to me”. Lis didn’t care how uncomfortable his size felt. That was a fair price to prove herself worthy as their submissive. More than that, she wanted to be fucked. Oh, how badly she wanted that. The Carvers were experienced, however, and he kept on thrusting, tearing at her insides, until almost half of that monster was buried in Lis’ cunt. She worried that he would split her and yet she would have still been grateful for having surrendered her virginity to the wonderful Lord Carver.

Ten minutes of moaning and panting was enough for her first act of coitus. Lis lay as still as she could, feeling her entire body being penetrated by that amazing shaft, while Lord Carver pumped back and forth in her cunt. Lady Carver teased his ballsack and rubbed a hand along the base of his shaft. Since he was too big to fit inside any cunt she’d developed this technique to provide extra stimulation as he neared the end of his fucking. It worked extremely well, as was proven when Lord Carver erupted inside Lis and filled the remaining space in her cunt with a big load of cum.

Lady Carver then ordered Lis to lick her cunt. It was intended to help Lord Carver return to his full glory. Lis noticed he never seemed to require much time for that. At least she was able to return a favour, strumming the Lady’s clit while she took his mighty phallus – crying out one orgasm after another till finally she was spent. Lis was sent to her room with her stretched and aching cunt, His Lordship’s semen still leaking from her. The only thing that could have improved her first fuck was if Lord Carver had dumped his load on her young face. Elated, aroused, Lis masturbated several times before falling asleep.

The new submissive soon discovered she had a range of duties in the Carvers’ household. These were the matters Amy had been so coy about discussing. One of her most important tasks was helping Lady Carver to relax after a tough week at work. Lis knew how hard the Lady worked since her new job was for the same company and on the same floor as the Lady’s office. So she was always ready to be home in time to prepare a nice warm bath for the Lady. Sometimes she was required to bathe her Mistress, afterwards drying her and helping her into her house clothes. Other times the Lady would order a nice relaxing massage, having warm oil rubbed into her back and her butt.

With a high sex drive still, the Lady occasionally needed to “take the edge off” before dinner and being fucked by her well-hung hubby. When such a mood struck the massage would have a very different ending.

“Fingers,” she would command, muttering from the reverie of her back-rub. Then Lis would slip her fingers between the Lady’s thighs. Slowly and gently she would play with the older woman’s clit and finger her hole until her Mistress climaxed with long, wet orgasms.

More bursa escort than once she’d issued a different command. “Lick my hole” would be the order whenever the Lady Carver required some more serious relaxation. On hearing that, Lis would price apart the mistress’ cheeks and carefully rim and tongue her backdoor. It always seemed to do the trick. Sometimes the Lady would want a tongue-fuck of her arsehole while her cunt was fingered. Those sessions were incredibly hot for Lady Carver and very satisfying for Lisbeth.

For Lis, as any graduate of Hanson House, the sudden unleashing of her sexual needs was almost more gratifying than the chance to serve. With the Carvers there was plenty and varied sex. There was no doubt that the Lady was enthusiastic for her husband and his huge cock. She did not mind at all letting their submissive watch as she performed oral sex on her husband or begged him to “please just fuck me”. The Lady also was devoted to Lord Carver’s magnificent cock, at least once each week kneeling before him to receive her husband’s cum load on her face. Lis never felt jealous when she witnessed that – it was an act of love from the Lady as much as devotion and it was erotic to boot.

On some nights Lis would not join the Carvers in their bed. As her room was down the hall, she enjoyed the sounds of their fucking, the moans and groans as Lady Carver took that giant cock inside her body. Occasionally, on such nights, Lady Carver would suddenly appear in her bedroom, sometimes catching Lisbeth masturbating, and demand to be cleaned. Her favourite method was to place her cunt over Lis’ face and allow all that cum to drain into her submissive’s mouth. Usually she would wait long enough so that Lis could flick her tongue over the Lady’s clit and lap at her stretched hole.

Sometimes when she was a little tired from a busy week, still eager to perform her wifely duties, the mistress would squat over her husband while Lis licked at the exposed butthole. The gentle lapping of the submissive’s tongue would help Lady Carver to relax and gradually she’d fit more and more of him inside her cunt. It was quite a sight and Lis imagined what it looked like as her own hole was stretched to its limits.

To ensure the best fucking for the Carvers, Lis was required to learn the same technique Lady Carver had developed. It meant being close to the action, wrapping one small hand around his giant shaft as it pumped in and out of the Lady’s cunt. Sometimes Lis found herself paying more attention to his enormous cock and his heavy balls – and why not? Often she would have the chance to pleasure Lady Carver as well, since being so close meant she was right on hand to lick and suck her cunt clean of His Lordship’s juices.

Naturally Lord Carver found time to fuck Lis regularly. This was the precise reason this couple had explored the world of submission and service – no single woman could have the stamina to regularly be fucked by such a cock as he possessed. After a few weeks, the more times she was fucked, Lis slowly was able to take more of Lord Carver’s cock in her cunt. It still hurt her a little each time. He was so thick and so long that no woman could physically accept all his bulk. Her own cervix was regularly pounded and mashed under the power of his fucking. But she’d been trained in sexual service and was grateful for the honour of giving her body to his Lordship’s pleasure.

And there was relief and pride at finally being a graduate and being able to fuck regularly, taking a man’s cock and serving it in the best way possible. Lis knew she’d never tire of being fucked and certainly not by Lord Carver. Being an older, experienced man somehow he just knew how to deliver the most delicious screwing to her young submissive cunt.

Sometimes Lis would be fucked as Mistress watched on, frigging herself while Lord Carver forced his shaft into Lis’ cunt. The Lady loved to see the younger cunt punished by that mighty cock and never failed to cum herself as Lis was being fucked. Lord Carver tended to favour doggy position, since it allowed the Lady a better view.

However, it was not only the view that Lady Carver took advantage of. With Lisbeth on her hands and knees, the Lady was able to increase her own desire and pleasure by giving a sharp spanking to the butt cheeks of their young submissive. The first time she was beaten by the Lady, apart from that wonderful party, she’d been bent forward as Lord Carver stuffed his giant meat pole into her cunt. Without warning Lady Carver had started to spank Lis’ arse. The young submissive had been thrilled, elated by those first sharp slaps. Somehow it made Lord Carver’s cock even more enjoyable. The Lady had quickly moved-on to crops and floggers.

There were times Lis was fucked by Lord Carver when the Lady desired some different stimulation. Then Lis could be ordered to suck on her pierced nipples or give attention to her clit. At those times, Lis was made well aware of her status as their sexual submissive. In fact it was as if they hardly noticed her at all, save for the fact she was useful as a prop for their perverted sexual pleasures. The Carvers would talk to each other as if Lis couldn’t hear what they were saying.

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Helene lay back on the edge of the bed and let her slave do his ordered task. He had performed admirably, but she had no intention of telling him so. The session had started out as most of them do, with her walking up to him and grabbing his crotch through his pants and squeezing tightly. He gasped and froze in place, his dick stiffening instantly. Helene jerked her thumb at the bathroom and turned away from him. He immediately dropped to his hands and knees and crawled into the bathroom, closing the door by pushing on it with his head.

Helene went into the playroom and laid out the articles she wanted him to wear this time on the king size bed. She quickly heard the shower going and set the timer. She varied the amount of time she let him have, but never more than 7 minutes to get cleaned up. Having observed his method before, she knew he always washed his crotch and asshole first, before she turned off the hot water. Today, she was in an evil mood and only gave him 4 minutes, the shortest amount of time yet. Then she went into the bathroom and turned the hot water on in the sink. He screamed as the shower went ice cold, but had not finished yet and was forced to endure it for a full 2 minutes.

Turning the shower off, he dropped to all fours and crawled out to see his mistress, trembling and shivering. He stopped before her and raised up on his knees, as she inspected his dick. It and his balls were shrunken and tight to his body in an effort to get warm. She examined him with quick professional hands and then squeezed his nuts again. He waited until she removed her hand then dropped onto his face and pulled his butt cheeks apart. Helene licked her finger and shoved it up his ass. This was still new to him, but he took it well and she was determined to break him in no matter what. His back channel clenched at her hand as he fought to relax, but she quickly pulled out and with a toss of her head sent him to the playroom.

He crawled in on all fours; her preferred posture for him and then stood to attire himself. The first item was as always the cock ring. The tight leather strap buckled beneath his deflated dick and shrunken scrotum, and he immediately started to harden. Next came the wrist and ankle cuffs, followed by his leather dog collar, complete with tag and leather leash that he carried in his mouth. There was a new item still on the bed, a piece of black stain material. He picked it up and saw that it was a wrap of some kind. Helen snatched it from his hands and opened it.

“It wraps around your waist, the flap to the back.” She instructed as she fastened it to him. It was like wearing a skirt backwards, but the full panel in the front rubbed his lengthening cock with a sensuous feel. Helene swatted his asscheek and he dropped to all fours again, his leash still in his mouth. The wrap stopped just past the curve of his ass, covering him nicely and the flaps draped across his butt. The feel was electric.

He remained in that position for some time, listening to the shower and her humming. He scurried into the bathroom just as she shut the water off and stepped out of the shower stall. He dropped his leash and started to lick her feet as she dried off above him. He lapped up the water dripping off her as well as he could before she walked away from him and into the playroom. Snapping her fingers, he followed her like the whipped puppy he was about to become.

“Stay.” She barked at him and he froze in the center of the room, waiting görükle escort patiently for her next command. He heard the closet doors open and wondered what his Mistress would do to him this time. The sounds of her rummaging through boxes made him sweat slightly, but it was nothing compared to what would happen to him later. “Here we go.” Helene exclaimed brightly, have found what she wanted. He heard several items being placed on the dresser but still did not turn to look.

“Down on your face, ass in the air.” Helene commanded and he instantly complied, but not quick enough to avoid the sting of the riding crop. It was strangely different through the satin, not as painful as usual, but more electric. Helene flipped the wrap open, and had complete access to his ass and spread cheeks. Now he understood why the flaps were worn in the back. Helene smeared his asshole with a lubricant and he felt the thin ass plug being pushed up his backside. He fought to relax, as he knew she wanted but she did not give him a chance.

Driving it in and out a few times Helene quickly had her slave whimpering in pain and delight as the ass plug tickled his prostate and soon he was rutting back against the intrusion. Helene drove it all the way in and stood up to leave it there. He whined and twisted as though trying to dislodge it, but a had smack on his ass had him still and quiet quickly.

“Now don’t go away while I get ready.” She cooed at him, leaving him ass up and head down on the floor. Helene quickly donned the leather bra with the cut outs for her nipples, the one that was 2 sizes too small. Her breasts felt trapped and overflowed the top of the cups. Next came the leather ankle boots with the 4-inch heels. This was all she could handle and still walk, and she would need to walk. In the shower she checked her bald little pussy and shaved it again, now she applied the cream and quickly brought herself off with her fingers. Her excitement was running a little high and she wanted this to last.

Lastly she picked up her leather panties with the built in dildo and connection for the one in front. Turning the panties inside out she mouthed the thick fake cock and sucked it deep into her throat. As she coated the dildo, she had an idea and went and sat on the bed in front of her kneeling slave.

“Up.” She commanded and he sat up onto his knees, head and eyes still aimed at the floor. “Watch me,” she said and his eyes met hers as she sucked the fake cock back into her mouth. The satin wrap draped across his dick head and every time he twitched it rubbed him again. Helene soon had him squirming in discomfort and she was getting more turned on by the second drooling over the big fake cock. Helene motioned for him to come closer and he crawled to the between her spread legs. She draped the panties over his head and put the locking ring on the front between his teeth so he could hold the dildo on the other side. Leaning back and spreading her legs she grabbed the slippery dildo and fed it to her steaming pussy.

“Fuck me”, she commanded and then lay back on the bed as he pulled the dildo out with his teeth and drove it back in. Helene whined in pleasure as her slave complied with her orders. He drove the rubber cock in and out with great speed and force, his nose banging against her clit drove Helene into a high plain of delight. Helene shuddered repeatedly as he brought her off with the fake cock. She could feel every inch driving without görükle escort bayan pause into her depths and relished in the ecstasy.

She felt her orgasm approaching and hunched up harder on the plastic cock driving in and out of her depths. Helene’s breath was coming in short gasps and grunts and then she shuddered and screamed as the feeling washed over her. She locked her legs around his head as her pussy creamed and squirted cum out onto the face of the slave fucking her. He never slowed his pace, but kept on driving in and out of her until she pitched backward onto the bed and broke contact with the fake cock.

Her slave stayed on his knees and waited for his Mistress to recover, having learned patience the hard way, from the whip. Helene fought to control her breathing as he waited and licked what ever of her juices he could reach with his tongue. Sitting up she pulled the panties of his head roughly. Turning them right way out, she inserted the dildo into her snatch and snugged the panties up tight to her waist.

Helene snatched up the leash and pulled him over to the whipping bench and had him lay over it. Securing his wrists and ankles she picked up the bamboo cane and stepped up behind him. Flipping the wrap away from his as cheeks she proceeded to apply the cane liberally to his exposed flanks.

He squirmed and whined quietly as his Mistress worked up and down his backside. Her cane left sharp red welts on his skin as she applied it to him. Standing directly behind him she repeatedly struck him between his cheeks onto the base of the plug in his asshole and he wailed. Helene struck harder and screamed “Silence.”

He tried as hard as he could, but it was too much, he grunted and groaned at each stroke and rocked on the bench till he shuddered. Helene noticed the spasm and became enraged. He had cum all over the bench with out her permission. The cock ring had not been tight enough and now he was going to pay. She wasn’t about to let him get away with this disobedience.

“Since you came without permission, you obviously need to be milked.” She said sweetly. “I have a new surprise for you.” She reached under him and attached the electric breast pump and then pulled the fucking machine up behind him. Helene ripped the plug from his ass and extended dildo on the machine into his ass and turned it on.

The machine started to drive in and out, twisting occasionally, as the breast pump started to milk his half hard cock. Helene watched him struggling on the machines working him over and picked up the whip. She smiled evilly as she brought it down on his back. This was going to be an interesting evening.

The breast pump pulled unceasingly at his half hard cock, making him whimper as it rubbed the top of the sheath against the sensitive head of his dick. Having just cum, he was still very tender at the dick head, but the machine just keep on pumping. He tried to wiggle away from it, but the bonds were too tight, the machine behind him keep fucking him and his Mistress struck with whip whenever he moved. In spite of himself, the milking machine was getting him hard again and the ass fucking was speeding this up. He started to push back against the machine driving into his ass. The feeling of being fucked this way was new to him and he reveled in the pressure against his prostate.

His mistress sat down in front of him on the bench and pulled his face to her dripping pussy. She had removed bursa escort her panties and was dripping wet from the show he was putting on for her. Lapping eagerly he drove his tongue into her sweet centre and tasted her nectar. She held his face tight to her snatch and struck with the whip at the same time. That was enough to make him cum again. The dildo in his ass worked his prostrate and the milking machine pulled his semen from him in greater quantities. He moaned into her and the vibration sent her into orgasm as well.

Helene groaned and rode out her orgasm as she whipped his back without mercy. When she came down Helene got up and stretched out on the bed and flicked on the TV, leaving him on the bench attached to both machines. “The night is still young, I think we can get at least 3 more loads out of that little dick of yours.” She said smiling at him.

He shuddered and groaned pathetically as the machine continued to suck on his tender penis. Helene looked down at him and grinned. “You are the one who brought this upon yourself.” She said. “Maybe you need more encouragement.”

He shook his head and then groaned again as each machine went to a higher speed. The dildo driving into his ass doubled its speed and the milking machine started to pull even harder. He had no choice, his body responded without his will and his cock started to harden again.

Helene left him on the bench and went to the storage cabinet and saw him flinch as she struck a match. The large red candle caught quickly and she saw the flame dance. Letting it sit for a few minutes Helene returned to her bound slave and inserted a large ring gag. “I may want that tongue again tonight but we can’t have you upsetting the neighbors, now can we?”

He squirmed on the bench and struggled against his bonds, but again to no affect. He screamed as the first drop of wax hit his back. The next hit his already blistered ass, causing him to start moving again. He began to fuck the machine sliding in and out of his ass. The wax fell in random patterns and times on his body. Each burned for a second then cooled and hardened against his skin.

His next orgasm left him panting and drained of all strength, but still the machine’s worked his tired body. Helene had put the candle out and slipped her hand beneath him and attached nipple clamps and ball clamps. This brought on his third orgasm on the machine and he knew that Helene would not be happy until she milked him completely dry.

Helene checked the bottle on the breast machine and noted that it was almost full, but could take a little more. She opted for the velvet glove treatment for the last drop. She removed his gag and slid her breast into his still open mouth. He latched on to the offered nipple and sucked greedily. He rarely got the chance to touch her breasts and even in his exhausted state he wanted all he could get.

Helene felt him tongue her nipple and reached down and undid the cock ring. He convulsed in orgasm for the final time that night. The last shot was thin and watery, barely more than a trickle, but it was just enough to fill the last space in the bottle.

Helene pulled her breast from his still sucking mouth and left him panting on the bench. She turned off both machines and undid the collection bottle from the milking machine. She undid one of his wrists and slapped his ass with her bare hand.

“You have 10 minutes to clean this pit up, get that wax off your body and meet me in bed. I think I have earned a little comfort for all the work I did tonight.” He got himself together as quickly as possible, knowing that he did not have enough time to complete all his tasks. She would punish him again. The thought sent a thrill through his exhausted body.

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Her Defilement Ch. 02

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Babes

She lay there somewhat frozen as she listened to the heavy boot falls move across the floor. Hard flooring. No carpeting. It echoed slightly. A clinic maybe. Somewhat coherent thoughts amid a moment of rationale until the door clicked shut behind the man and those hands were back upon her and that cool causal voice speaking around her.

“You are a pretty piece I’ll give you that but..” A pause and a sarcastic cluck of tongue to teeth. “I am a rather lazy bitch and you are wearing more than I am in the mood to take my time with so..”

The tip of a blade at her throat. Sharp. Unmistakable. How many times had she felt such at Andrew’s hand and grown whorishly wet between her legs. Even now..

Fuck. Was she so trained to respond? Would she wet for..for anyone? But unmistakable was the faint trickle of honey like moisture.

The blade was pressed and she gasped to the tiny split of her flesh, searing sting, without thought her body jerked and she moaned in true fear against the leather of the hood still snug around her head.

“Don’t you fucking move filth. Pretty piece. Do you know what my favorite thing in the whole world is, do you fuckhole?” The voice right against the unzipped slit over her ear. She’d never found herself so absolutely terrified kuşadası escort of a woman’s voice before. “To make pretty things

not….” A flick of the blade, twisted, picking up the fabric of her thin tee. The distinct sound of it tearing flooded her with dread. Andrew’s taunts about her vanity coming to haunt her. Though she knew, she knew he loved how she looked. He often dressed her himself. Critiqued every sweep of makeup that enhanced the natural prettiness of her face.

“…so” The blade swept up and this time she whimpered to the nick of blade tip into the curve of her right breast as her bra was torn in two. Marred. She would rather leave her dead than made grotesque. Used. Humiliated. Disfigured.

“pretty” The word was hissed into her ear as the blade was fished into her running shorts. She lay so still. She swallowed every sob that ached in her throat. She cursed herself for every tiny trickle of wet that she could fill puddling in betraying walls. Andrew’s cunt was readying, even if she herself were wishing to find escape into the depths of her mind.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh”

Burst from her mouth as the blade was laid flat against the smooth folds of her cunt. She’d waxed just last night. Andrew was very specific kuşadası escort bayan about her routine. She was smooth as a baby’s bottom and exposed now. Clothes jerked away from her by one hand. Cunt held captive in the cold steel grip of that blade.

The woman chuckled and for a moment after she’d been stripped of the tattered clothing, there was no sound. She knew she was been inspected. Every perfection, every flaw catalogued. She was nothing but what she was called. Not to them.

Filth. A piece.

Something to be used and discarded.

It made her stomach roil.

And then the woman was speaking around her, nails drawn over her thighs, over her cunt so very lightly as the blade lifted away, laid to rest on the quiver of her belly. A pinch to nipple nearly brought her up off the table.

They were so sensitive. Very little could set her off. The extreme could make her ill.

“Do you know how many ways you are going to get fucked? Used? Marked?” There was a smile in those words and they came as the voice moved away and she could hear the sound of water running. Clatter of metal to a tray. “Do you realize that even your cleansing now is going to violate you in ways you only nightmare over when you’re all tucked escort kuşadası in sweet and cozy in that big feather bed.”

She froze. They had been in her home. Watched her? How long? Did they know about Andrew? Did they know….what….she was? Those words lifted cold gooseflesh on the entire length of her body and she shivered violently.

“But a clean pussy is a must. Filth like you need to be cleaned and cleaned spotlessly. I know your type whoregirl. Begging for cock. Begging for cum in your filthy hole. Humping, jerking, screaming pleaaaaaaaaase. You LIVE to be used, hole. You WANT THIS.” Taunting.

And god damn, oh god damn.

It made her even more wet. What was wrong with her? Please just let me wake up!!!!! The words screamed through her mind. But she did not even try to move, try to escape. She knew. She knew there was none. She knew well enough from the scenes Andrew created that this, this was something that had been planned over months of time.

Real or the epitome of Andrew’s demented mindfucks. There was no escaping this. None.

There was the familiar sound of a trolley being rolled over the floor near to the table. The cold having dissipated beneath her body, but surrounding her still. Eating into the core warmth of her. Cold or fear. She didn’t know which was riding higher inside. Her teeth chattered loud enough to be heard and this amused the woman to no end.

“Now this is going to hurt” Sotto voice. “Be a good girl and I won’t leave you bleeding……….yet.”

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Four O’Clock

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Ass

I awoke with a start when I felt the pressure of the ball being pressed into my mouth. Startled by the sensation, I jumped but I could only move a few inches. My wrists burned as the rough hemp ropes tightened around them. I could feel that someone had already tied my hands together with a rope that stretched to the headboard. My ankles too were bound with heavy rope wrapped around each side and anchored to the bottom posts on the bed. The ceiling light suddenly came on, the brightness was shining in my face so I couldn’t see my captors. The covers had been removed and the night air felt a bit chilly. Their whispers and giggles gave me a pretty good idea who the perpetrators were. I also recognized the sweet scent of Suzie’s perfume immediately but she hid behind the blinding light. A blindfold, tied by someone whose identity I had yet to figure out soon made the light unnecessary. She tied it a little too tightly for comfort and I grunted against the gag. I wasn’t even expecting to see her until the weekend but here she was in my bedroom in the wee hours of the morning with a friend. I guessed that it must be around four in the morning judging by the pressure on my bladder. They let me lay there blind and subdued; guessing what this was all about. I must confess that the whole experience left me feeling aroused. I like to sleep in the nude and I knew that I had a raging hard on in all its glory standing tall for both of them to see.

I wasn’t exactly relaxed but I couldn’t wait for them to make their next move. Not that it surprised me but I still flinched as she clamped her hand around my throbbing cock then gave it a tight squeeze and a tug followed by a series of playful jerks. The other woman grabbed my balls and began to play with them, stretching my scrotum. I flinched from the surprise. She was intent on separating my two balls as far apart as she could and pinched by scrotum tightly with her delicate fingers. I could hear her giggle softly to herself as she sensed the pain. I pulled on the ropes, hoping that I might be able to roll free but they had me for bomonti escort their pleasure and I was incapacitated. The rope only became tighter around my wrists. Suzie whispered softly in my ear, commanding me to lie still. I was feeling so aroused that I found it hard to comply. She slapped me across the face and repeated her command, a little more firmly. This time I obeyed. Her fingers began to trace the features on my hairy chest. I tingled from the sensation of her delicate touch. The she drew blood as she scraped her finger nails hard over my taut pecks. Just to make sure it hurt she poured a small amount of what seemed like Champaign over my fresh wounds. The burning made me tense and scream as much as I could given the ball gag in my mouth. She petted me to wipe the liquid over the scratches again, finishing with another quick splash from what I assumed to be the bottle.

The second woman continued to play with my cock and balls. She was very methodical and had a very gentle and soothing touch. The way she manipulated me tickled a bit. I felt something strange being placed around my ball sack — a leather strap of some sort I guessed. With a sudden tug, she tightened it around my scrotum, leaving my balls stretched away from my cock. I moaned softly when she brought her warm, wet mouth around my shaft, slowly gliding down to its base then back up again. Just as I was beginning to enjoy the blow job I flinched again as Suzie squeezed both nipples between her fingers and twisted them quite severely. I was beginning to get a little wary of what her next move might be. My entire body tensed as I felt the sharp pain of her long and beautiful fingernails clawing down my chest again. I was sure that there were deep furrows where she scraped her nails over my skin. Unable to react, I became tense again as I pulled on all four ropes. I felt tears forming in my eyes from the stinging sensation. I was glad that they could not tell with the blindfold covering my eyes.

I felt the chill of a wave of something wet and cold being cihangir escort poured on my chest. I could feel it drain down my sides and onto my stomach. At first I couldn’t detect any odor, but it seemed to be fizzing like a soft drink…or Champaign! I was delighted to feel her lips and tongue gracefully darting across my chest this time. Just as I was beginning to relax again, the burning sensation of her fingernails clawing down my chest again, from my shoulders to my belly made me twist and writhe on the bed. She slapped me across the face again and chastised me for disobeying her order to lie still. I tried to settle down, but the champagne made the scratches sting and burn. She continued to kiss me on my face and chest.

Meanwhile, I was pretty sure that I was about to cum in the other woman’s mouth as her tongue made wild excursions over my penis. I was impressed with her skills. The overwhelming sensation of pain and pleasure was very erotic. The stinging on my face and chest became just another stimulus for pleasure. The suddenness of my orgasm surprised even me. The mystery woman just took it all in. The blindfold had slipped up to where it was more on my forehead, leaving me a clear view of the girls from under the bottom of the now loose cloth.

Meanwhile, Suzie threw her leg over my head and straddled my face with her wet pussy all over my nose and mouth while facing her friend.. I realized that her panties were gone under her skirt as she ground her moist cunt over my mouth. She reached down and unfastened the gag, pulling the ball out between my teeth. As I was adjusting to the tension being relieved in my jaw she planted her pussy over my mouth again with the order, “Lick it.”

She rocked gently on my face as my tongue darted over her lips. Her juices were flowing and I had to move fast to keep them from running over my face. It was futile as I was soon covered in her honey. The second woman rocked to in rhythm to Suzie on my groin. With Suzie’s thighs straddling my head, I hadn’t noticed the other kurtuluş escort woman moving over my cock. She slowly lowered herself onto my recharging member and swapped some of my cum with Suzie as they kissed on top of me. I could see them both stripping out of their tops. Leaning toward one another, they kissed passionately as they fondled one another’s breasts. I was really turned on at this threesome. I felt my cock harden again inside of the woman that had mounted me. The two women seemed to have turned most of their attention on one another as they continued to make out, “Keep licking, ” I was told as I slowed to focus on their love making.

They were now in full embrace while pleasuring themselves on my tongue and cock. I wanted to join in with everything. I could see their glistening breasts as they both They both grew hot and sweaty from the exertion. I could feel their interest in me fading as they were becoming more engrossed in one another. They pulled themselves together even more. My cock felt as though it might bend as it was pulled toward my belly. The next thing I knew, the t two women we on their sides, making passionate love beside me. I watch with envy and was very turned on. I wanted to be a part of it too.

They moved so fluidly that I barely noticed when they switched into the 69 position. Their moans and the slurping from their busy tongues mesmerized me. I just lay still, watching them from a few feet away. Suzie must have noticed the desire in my eyes. She instructed her friend to untie my feet while she took care of my hands. They resumed their love making with me in the middle. I joined in by first caressing their shimmering bodies with my hands. I noticed that Suzie was bent over on her knees with her face between the other girl’s legs. I quickly knelt behind her and slowly inserted my throbbing cook into her from behind. She moaned with approval as the three of us were completely consumed by the sex we were having.

We continued until we were all exhausted. She lay down beside me, but left me tied, blindfolded and gagged. We were both breathing extremely hard. I wished she would remove the gag so I could get more air. Eventually, she did. She untied me enough for me to get free, but she left before I could see her again. Later that day I found a note in the kitchen that read: You never know when we might come back — be prepared.

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(Really, really short story that occurred when I woke up thinking of a certain someone. If I made any grievous errors in spelling etc, please let me know?)

You know that chair you have in the corner of your bedroom, the sturdy but comfortable blue one? I woke up wet imagining you in THAT chair. You were wet too. However, that was because you had come out of your shower after your workout. There were a few drops remaining on that golden taut skin that was still pumped an hour after exercising.

Our eyes met and my knees gave way. I was on the floor before I could make the decision to be that way. You were steps away across the low pile carpet. I had told men I wouldn’t crawl for them, but I crawled for you.

With my left hand on the inside of your left ankle, I gently pushed your leg wide, watching the muscles move, but glancing up to be certain it was ok with you.

With your nod of acquiescence, I bend down and licked at the droplets on your long foot, clearing them and tasting your clean skin before making my way up your leg. I could smell the body wash you use that I love but beneath it is just you, and I love kuşadası escort that even more, it’s like sun, intelligence and power, however that makes sense. But it doesn’t have to be right for anyone but me.

I pause on your thighs, I fucking love how strong they are when you pound into or stand over me me and I nuzzle at them then mouth along the inner line before I make it up to your balls. I know how sensitive this area is although it is a favorite of mine on your body so I’m careful to only lap at them and let them rest in my mouth before using kitten licks to clean any drops of any liquid I may find on your pretty cock. It jumps up to my lips and we both laugh.

Thank you, Sir. I know I’ve been teasing your patience and you’ve been so good about letting me have my way,” I smile at him and he returns it.

I press a finger on the side of your slit, and then inside, loving the way your pre bubbles out for me and I spread it on my lips waiting for you to tell me what I know we both want.

“Suck my cock, baby. Show me my good slut.”

I sink my mouth around you, and your confident hands kuşadası escort bayan plunge into my hair, tight enough that I feel it pull at my strands as you push me down around your thickness. I watch your head fall back for a moment as you use my mouth, first adjusting the height of my head and then freezing it and fucking up into it.

I mewl and moan, one hand on your wrist and another on your thigh, loving the way you use me. I am lost in the feeling and I cry out when you pull me up by my hair and catch me around my waist to steady me as I climb onto your lap.

Our lips mesh and our tongues accomplish less kissing and more mess but I feel him place his cock head at my hole.

“Please, please, Sir,” I beg. “I need to be filled by you!”

“Yes, show me how my slut rides my cock,” you say.

I sink down and throw my head back, all my muscles clenching.

“Sir, I need to cum, please may I cum?” I plead.

Your hand is a claw on my ass and you direct me for a few minutes on how deep and how hard while the other plays with an nipple and I mewl with pleasure.

“Please, escort kuşadası Sir!”

“Cum for me,” you tell me.

I cry out as I cum, I can’t help but lean forward and kiss you eating at your mouth and craving your connection but too soo, I’m shaking and shivering with pleasure, writhing on your cock.

Then your hands are in my hair and your lips are at my neck and breasts. I’m cumming again, so hard around you and you are fucking up into me, harder and harder.

I stay like that, crying out for you, my walls clenching your cock spasming amazingly tight and then rhythmically. “Thank you Sir, it feels so good. I need it so much, you cock…oh…fuck yes fuck me please, don’t stop” I beg you, as you make me cum for you, give you my orgasms.

And then you wrap me up in your arms and turn us and throw us on the bed. And begin to fuck me in earnest. “That’s it. It’s my pussy, isn’t it. Slut?” You demand.

“Yes,” I barely manage to cry out through the pleasure.

“Show me you are my little whore, baby, give me what belongs to me.”

“Fuck yes,” I scream as I cum hard around you again one of my hands in your hair one on your tight ass. I bite your upper arm needing you everywhere.

Little sounds escape me and I manage to beg, whimper, “Please, cum for me? I need it, this girl needs your cum on me or in me please, Sir?

And of course, like always, my Sir is Very good to me.

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Frances Ch. 01

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The doorbell rang and since he wasn’t expecting anyone, he tried to ignore it. It rang again and again. Finally he roused himself away from his computer and headed to the door, slightly irritated at being disturbed.

Without checking who was there, he opened the door, figuring he would quickly rid himself of this unwanted visitor. He did not like people dropping by and while he knew that this separated him from his neighbors, he was just as happy to be allowed his privacy. He was aware that he had a mysterious air in this little town he had chosen to inhabit, he overheard people, what they thought of him and much more interesting, what they wondered about – why he was there, what he did when he wasn’t with his children, why he wasn’t dating someone, what he was looking for…the townsfolk saw him as being a bit aloof, friendly when he wanted to be but not overly courteous. He was perfectly happy with this arrangement. He wasn’t interested in getting involved in everyone’s business and the fewer involved in his, the better.

He was surprised, therefore, to see a woman, an attractive woman standing at his door. It took him a moment to realize who it was. She was tall, blonde, quite stunning and dressed all in black.

“Oh, my gosh. What are you doing here? C’mon in, please. Wow, what a surprise! How did you ever find me?” He stood back away from the door to allow her to pass. She walked into his house, taking in every detail, storing it away – standing off to the side of the door.

His face was loose, relaxed, and he looked genuinely happy to see her. She smiled but not overly so.

He turned to walk towards the back of the house, leading the way for her. “Can I get you some coffee? Something to eat?”

He felt her crop swat the back of his thighs and his mind went into shock for a moment.

He quickly turned on his heels, questioning what she was doing, what was going on.

“you will never, ever again walk in front of Me. I lead, you follow and later I will punish you for failing to remember that I don’t drink coffee. I drink tea and tea only.”

“Yes, Miss Alex,” the words came to his mouth as if he had been saying them his whole life versus only a few weeks. He had never imagined he would be speaking them, in person, today, to her, the woman he had been communicating with for months on the internet.

“Make My tea and then go to your room, shower and get on your knees. Wait for Me there.”

“Yes, Miss Alex.” He could feel his cock growing in his pants and his hands began to shake. He was overwhelmed with emotion and it was confusing to him. He needed time to sort out his feelings but there wasn’t any. He put the water on to boil and found the tea bags and the cup to make his Mistress her tea.

She has raised herself onto the kitchen counter, sliding her ass back and spreading her legs, slightly. She held her crop in her hand and he was too scared, too nervous to look at Her, to meet Her eyes.

When he heard the kettle begin to whistle, he poured the water over the bag and waited for the water to turn the appropriate color. He kept waiting for Her to speak, frightened to make the first move, to break the silence She was comfortable sharing with fulya escort him. It made him uncomfortable and She seemed to relish this fact. She could see his hands shaking, just slightly and it excited Her.

He placed the cup of tea next to Her on the counter and awaited further instructions. Again, he was too nervous, too excited to meet Her eyes, so he kept his gaze downward, hoping to avoid further punishment.

“Look at Me,” She instructed. He did as he was told. He began to smile, this was the woman he cared about, this was the woman he could trust, the one who knew his deepest darkest secrets. She was also the woman he had treated unkindly and he had a feeling in his gut that made him a little woozy.

“I came here today, driving four hours, to see you. I hope you can appreciate that.”

He began to speak, to agree that, yes, this was very kind of her and he was appreciative but before the second word left his mouth, She grabbed the collar of his t-shirt, brought his face very close to Hers and slapped him across the cheek.

“Did I give you permission to speak to Me,” She asked? “No, I did not. I gave you permission to look at me, to stare into my beautiful eyes, which would be enough for most men but you think you deserve more, deserve better. I am here today to squash that notion, once and for all. I am done playing your sorry-assed games and today I will either make you see that you are a pussy man, you are not worthy of Me and that you are only half a man without Me or you will make the mistake of continuing to play with Me, to play with My emotions, to run scared whenever I come close, and you will lose Me, forever. I am sick of this shit, frances, is that understood.”

He felt his cock grow larger in his pants but he did not take his gaze away from Her. “you may answer Me, you sorry piece of shit excuse for a man.”

“Yes, Mistress, I understand, fully and completely.”

“Good…good….very well. I will give you the chance to prove yourself to Me. Turn around and pull down your pants. I want to see your bare ass.”

He did as he was told. He turned around and with remarkable ease, pulled down his pants. When he heard his belt buckle hit the floor of his kitchen, he realized just what he was doing and the humiliation of it all kicked in.

“Remove your pants completely.” Again, he complied but he could feel the blood rushing to his face. There was a competition in his body, blushing or hardening of his cock. His cock was winning, at this point.

He heard her boots hit the floor and it seemed that simultaneously, he felt the sting of her crop on his bare ass. He flinched, she repeated her actions – again and again and again. He could feel the welts rising on his ass and he could also feel his cock rising, hitting his stomach as he was bent over, totally exposed to Her desires.

He felt her crop running up his thighs, lightly touching his balls and cock, tapping gently, then with more force. He began to get a little nervous…each swat of her crop was a little more painful than the previous one.

Her hand slipped between his thighs, grabbing his cock, bringing it back towards his ass. He felt the leather bebek escort twine being wrapped around it, tightly, and it felt more swollen than he could ever remember it being. She laced up his penis, wrapped the cord around his balls and tied it all off in a knot that would be tough to unravel.

Again with the tapping of his balls with her crop. He felt like his excitement might burst right out of his balls, his cock, he was engorged and excited and stuck.

“Go upstairs and wash your filthy self, scrub your asshole and your slimy cock and balls and make sure that you smell sweet like the girl that you are, when you come out of there.”

It was a little difficult to walk but he did, rushing upstairs, leaving his pants in a puddle on his kitchen floor. He caught a glimpse of himself in the hallway mirror on his way to his bathroom and he looked ridiculous – with only a t-shirt on, his cock half-hard, trussed up, tied around to his balls…and his ass covered in red stripes from Her crop.

God, he was glad to be alive today. He hadn’t felt this much excitement, this alive, this connected in well, years, if ever.

He climbed into the shower, scrubbing under his arms, around his cock and balls, careful not to let anything come untied, and he paid particular attention to his ass, his asshole, he wanted it to be clean and fresh for his Mistress.

The bathroom door opened and her boots were loud on the marble. She was using the crop to intimidate him, hitting her hand with it, to make the cracking sound that turned him on so much.

“you best be clean when you get out of that shower. I did not drive all this way to meet some dirty-assed fool. Do you know how to clean yourself?”

The shower curtain was pulled back, swiftly, unexpectedly and she just stood, staring at him, at his body. He began to cover his cock and balls with his hands but she swatted them away with Her crop. She watched him growing more uncomfortable with each passing second as she just stared at him, at his beautiful body. She was in complete control of this situation and She knew it.

“Hand Me the soap,” her hand outstretched. He placed the soap in her hand, quickly, precisely. She soaped hup her hands, placing her ever-present crop on the side of the sink, still within easy reach, should She need it.

He watched as the bubbles grew in Her hands, as She twirled the soap, around and around in her hands, between Her fingers. She then shot the soap out, between her hands onto the shower floor.

“Pick it up,” She commanded and when he bent over to fetch the bar, her fingers slid into his asshole. Two of them, at least, but to his untrained asshole, it felt like her entire hand.

“Don’t make any sudden moves and don’t try to escape from Me. Your punishment will be severe enough as it is. Understood? You may nod yes or shake your head, no.”

He nodded.

“Good frances.”

“Now finish rinsing off while I leave my fingers right where they are, spreading your asshole for my amusement.”

He rinsed off the best he could and when he bent over to turn off the spigot, She made it known, to his tender asshole, that She was in charge – fully florya escort and completely.

She used her fingers to guide him, out of the shower, into his bedroom and onto his bed. It was when he was lying ass up, on his bed, that she finally removed Her fingers from his asshole.

“Do not move unless I instruct you to do so. Do not look at Me. Do not speak to Me, unless instructed to do so. And if you cum, for any reason, before being granted permission, I will put a chastity belt on you that you will never forget, and I will take the key home with me to Boston. Do we understand each other, frances? You may nod yes or no.”

He nodded, eyes downcast, ass in the air, exposed, humiliated and hotter than hell.

She pushed his head to the bed and instructed him to open his mouth. “Now, suck your ass off of my fingers.”

He had never tasted anything so wonderful as his own ass smells on Her hand. It was magical, transforming.

She walked away from him, leaving him in the vulnerable position and he heard Her fidgeting with something but he couldn’t see what it was. He waited, patiently – excited, frightened, and a bit in awe of this woman, her nerve.

He felt her body getting closer to his, heard her footsteps and was anticipating another swat on his ass but instead, he felt the cool goo of a lubricant covering his ass. She was dripping it down his ass crack, letting it run into his already-tender hole. Then Her fingers began to work their magic, in and out they slid, stretching, pushing, probing. He could feel his hole getting bigger and bigger, almost against his will.

“That’s a good boy, frances. Trust Me, let yourself go. You know what an asshole you have been to Me, you know that you don’t deserve this treat, this thing that you want more than all others but I am a kind Mistress and I want to train you. I want to give you the chance to please Me, as you should want to, with every fiber in your being, with every bone in your body, with every breath you take.”

His asshole felt like it was on fire. She wouldn’t let up, pushing, stretching, then taking a break to blow on it, to rub his ass…then, as he began to relax, a set of twelve swats with her crop…then smaller ones, climbing up his thighs…then the tip of the crop, pressed against his asshole, toying, lightly swatting.

Then he felt the unmistakable feeling of the cold, plastic dildo, pressing up against his ass. He could hear the vibrations as She turned it on and he knew that the inevitable was finally about to take place.

He had expected more of a warm-up time, more time to even get acquainted before they ended up here but when She did allow him to meet her eyes, he could see the fire of her passion, the anger, the disappointment, and her humanity, her kindness…a strange and powerful combination – not like any he had ever experienced.

“Take a deep breath in for Me, frances,” and when he inhaled, she impaled him. He saw stars, and he tried to climb away from Her, on the bed, but she had her hand wrapped tightly around his very swollen cock and balls. He was trapped.

He could feel the tears well up in his eyes and even felt a couple of tears run down his nose before hitting the bedspread. He didn’t know if it was tears or snot or saliva as every orifice felt like it was secreting something – as if everything was being pushed out of him as she pushed Herself into him.

The pain was mind-blowing, but then again, the whole day had been…

to be continued

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Her New Professor Pt. 05

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Chapter 1 The Morning After the Night Before

First thing the next morning Riley stormed into the Professor’s office.

“Where were you last night?” she yelled at him, throwing punches at his chest with her small hands.

He held her wrists, restraining her easily.

“I was called away to the hospital. . . my wife. . .”

Riley froze.

“They thought she was having a miscarriage.”

Riley didn’t know what to say.

“Is she…?”

“She’s okay, and the baby’s okay. Why what happened?”

Riley collapsed into the chair.

“It doesn’t matter. Nothing happened.”

“It doesn’t look like nothing.”

“Amber got hurt.”

“Amber? Who’s Amber?”

“Fucking Amber from my fucking course that you fucking sent there!”

“Oh. . . that Amber. . . Is she okay?”

“I don’t know.” Riley began to cry.

“I don’t know whether I can do this anymore.” she said.

He knelt in front of her and took her in his arms, kissing her tenderly.

“I need you, Riley. You can’t leave me, not now, you’re my muse.”

“You bastard, don’t. . .”

He kissed again more urgently, tasting the tears on her lips.

She didn’t respond, but then submitted as she felt his passion for her. But then she pushed him back.

“But what about those girls? They were from the Uni, Amber said you set them up.”

He shrugged, “They needed cash, I helped them to earn some. They knew what the situation was.”

Riley looked dubious.

“I don’t think Amber did.”

“Then she’s a silly bitch, what did she think she was going there for? If I had been there then I could have sorted it if someone was getting out of line.”

“So, are you some kind of pimp?”

“No, I resent that. A lot of girls come to me with money problems, I just link them up with people who can help. I’m doing them a favour.”

“So what sort of things do you link them up with?”

“Oh, just being a hostess really, like Amber last night.”

Riley knew this wasn’t completely true as Amber had told her about the girl at the lap dancing club, but thought she might keep that knowledge to herself for now, although she did want to know how much further he might have gone.

“So. . .” he said, with a twinkle in his eyes, “what did you think of the show?”

She punched him again, but with less intent this time.

“You bastard.”

“You know it and that’s why you love me. So?”

“It was really hot, the guys there were just, like, wow!”

He started teasing her by kissing her neck.

“What did they do that turned you on?”

“They fucked one of the girls in all her holes at once.”

“Mmmmm, that does sound sexy.” He dropped his head and found her nipple with his teeth through her t-shirt. “Would you like that one day?”

She laughed and pushed him away, “You are a complete bastard, you know. I need to go, I have a lecture.”

“That reminds me, I have something I’ve been meaning to give you.”

He went to his desk and got out a small box, wrapped in shiny black paper, with a red ribbon and bow.

“Open this in the morning, and follow the instructions.” he said. “It’s time to start your training.”

Riley frowned at him, but popped the box in her bag, and left, indulging him with a little kiss on the cheek as she went.

She didn’t actually have a lecture, but had arranged to meet Zac at one of the campus coffee shops. As she walked she wondered how she had let the Prof get around her so easily, but felt a little buzz that she had lied to him for the first time and had a secret assignation.

In future years she often wondered whether indeed this had been the turning point; if she hadn’t let him off the hook so easily on that day, if she hadn’t met with Zac, would everything had worked out differently? Was that the last day she could have walked away? When she was feeling less good about herself she beat herself up for not having had the determination to challenge him more, forgetting how young she had been, and how much in love.

Zac gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek as they met, and he bought their coffees. Neither of them brought up the night before, although he did ask whether Amber was okay. They chatted about their work. Zac confirmed that he hadn’t got the PhD place, but he was going to be around the campus doing a research assistant internship. He was curious about the Prof. but Riley avoided the subject.

Riley noticed Emily working alone on her laptop in a quiet corner of the coffee shop, wearing her Thai Boxing Society sweatshirt, and black Lycra leggings showing off her long slim legs, but they barely acknowledged each other. Riley again noticed how beautiful Zac was, but appraised him only in a detached, objective way, as she would another girl. In a strange way he reminded her of her younger brother. They seemed to get on really well, he was easy to talk to and they had a lot in common.

Chapter 2 Anal Training

It wasn’t until the next morning that she remembered the Prof’s present. She kuşadası escort unwrapped it and opened the box to find what looked at first like a small dildo and a tube of lube. She puzzled over why it was only thick in the middle, tapering to a point at each end, and why it had a large flat base at one end.

The instructions said “Wear this all day. When you’re wearing this (and only when you’re wearing this), you must wear a skirt.”

She knew she had seen something like it before, but wasn’t sure what it was for.

Riley reached for her laptop and pulled up a website for a sex shop. She quickly found what she was looking for.

She was curious, and wanted to try it out right away.

She went to the bathroom, where there was a full length mirror she could use. She took off her panties and kneeled, sticking her ass out towards the mirror. She looked at her tiny pink puckered asshole and rubbed some lube into it before starting to push the tip of her toy against it. At first it resisted, and just kept slipping away to one side or another. She gave herself a good talking to, reminding herself that it must open wider than that every day, and concentrated on relaxing her muscles. This time, as she pushed, her anus gradually opened around it, and she kept pushing until it passed the middle, at which point it slowly pulled itself in to the base.

Riley admired it inside her, and twisted it so the base aligned with her bum crack. She explored the feeling – it was intriguing; she felt full, but in a new way. She stuck her ass way up, and, still watching herself in the mirror, played with her pussy and clit, as with the other hand she turned and pulled the butt plug, feeling the resistance as her sphincter held onto it.

She knew that her lover wanted to fuck her in there, and, having now seen other girls take it, she wanted it too; to become a complete woman. It excited her to realise that she had another virginity to offer her man. She put on her shortest skirt and went off to her lecture.

He had always ignored her in lectures, but today Riley saw a glint in his eye as he took in her skirt. She made a point of sitting in the front row and parting her legs under the desk. He wouldn’t be able to see anything, but he would have noticed the gap between her knees. It felt so weird to have something in her bottom, the base being agitated by the seat so she was continually aware of it.

At the end of the lecture he asked her to stay behind. As everyone filed out he said,

“I take it that you have started your homework.”

Riley smiled coyly and nodded.

“Show me.” he said.

“I can’t! Someone’s gonna walk in!”

“I know, come and look out the window.”

One of the windows was towards the corner of the room, not quite in view of the door, so they would have at most a second or two if anyone came into the lecture theatre.

Riley leaned her forearms on the windowsill and watched the hundreds of students walking past, just a few metres away, as they moved between lectures. He lifted her skirt up and pulled her panties down to the top of her thighs. He found her butt plug, and toyed with it, like Riley had earlier, testing how her sphincter resisted him pulling it out.

He did though; pulling it out to the point where the tip was still just inside, before squeezing it back in, dilating it to the maximum as it past the mid point, then it contracting tightly as it pulled the rest in.

“You do realise that that is just the smallest size?” he said.

Riley nodded.

“I think you are going to need quite a bit of work before you are able to take me in there. It would really hurt at the moment, but maybe you’d like that?”

Riley shook her head as he continued to move it, each time taking it out to just before the mid point, then watching in fascination as her ass slowly pulled it back in. She tried to look more relaxed as she noticed someone looking at her curiously from outside.

“I want you to be wearing that tonight. Meet me at my office, we need to play some more.”

There was a crash behind them as the next group of students came piling into the room, chatting loudly. He instantly dropped her skirt and turned from her.

“Come in, settle down as quickly as you can, we have a lot to do today.”

Riley snuck out, feeling every eye in the room on her; aware that her panties were still below her bottom, and praying that the plug wouldn’t fall out.

That evening he played properly with pulling it in and out, licking her empty hole as it popped out, and substituting his finger. He thoroughly lubricated her ass hole, enabling the plug to move in and out more rapidly, and got her to the point where sometimes, if he pulled it out quickly enough, it would stay gaped for a split second before closing up again.

They left it in her while they fucked. They finished with her riding him cowgirl style. He reached around at the last minute to discard the plug and replace it with his index finger. He was able to push it all the way kuşadası escort bayan in, way more than she’d ever been able to take before. She came so hard from feeling him possessing her so deeply, and he from the sensation of being squeezed so tightly- his finger and cock alike.

A couple days later a parcel arrived at her halls. Thankfully she recognised the shape of the box, so didn’t open it in front of anyone. Her new plug was about 50% larger than her first, and she relished sucking it, before lubricating it properly and putting it in her ass. She had learnt by now how to put it in, but, as it entered her, she could feel the extra size challenging her poor tight asshole to the limit.

She took it out again, and assessed it. She estimated that it was still a bit slimmer than the Prof’s cock, and nothing like as long, but she knew that she wanted it to still be a challenge when he first put it in there, so thought that this may be her last size before she offered herself to him.

She thought that she had better make a good job of getting used to this one first – and quickly, as her hunger to take him was growing. She wore it all that day.

They had booked a motel room for their next meet up. He was disappointed when turned up in jeans, but when they were naked on the bed, with her licking and teasing his cock with her mouth, she looked up at him and said,

“I’m ready for it, I want you to fuck me in the ass tonight. I can’t wait any longer, I don’t care if it hurts.”

His cock showed its approval by growing harder as spoke, throbbing impatiently.

They took it slowly, holding themselves back from the main event. She continued her blowjob, but he turned her around so that he could lick her pussy at the same time, and although focussing there, every so often he reached further to explore her ass a little with his tongue.

He fucked her missionary style, bringing her to successive orgasms; holding her tightly as she cried out, and kissing tenderly as she subsided.

He flipped her over and inserted his index finger in her asshole. It looked tiny, but he noticed how much more easily it slipped in her. He lubricated his fingers, and this time squeezed two fingers in there.

She smiled back at him happily, lifting her ass further, and biting her lip at the new sensations inside her, his fingers feeling real and moving around so much more than the plugs had. She brought her fingers to her clit, out of a mixture of lust and a wish for a distracting sensation.

Then it was time. She rubbed some lube over his cock, which only succeeded in making it look even more swollen and angry, and he positioned its fat head at her entrance. He started pushing gently but got nowhere, Riley had tensed up despite her good intentions. She took a deep breath and concentrated on relaxing as he pushed harder. His glans was gradually swallowed up, and once it had passed her sphincter progress became easier.

It was still incredibly tight though, he had felt nothing like it before and she felt much more stretched than she had by the plugs. She worried for a moment that he would split her, but then it started sinking in further with his insistent pressure until she had taken maybe half of it. She kept working her clit as he began to move it back and forward. The sensations were new, but she could feel the pleasure alongside the pain, especially as she added the feelings from her clit.

He looked down admiring the smallness of her butt, making his cock look even more massive in her. He gradually increased the pace, aware of the need to be gentle, but unable to control his passion. Bit by bit more disappeared into her, although there was no way he was going to get all of his cock in her.

Riley focussed on the feelings coming from her ass; it felt different to him being in her pussy, but it was certainly giving her lots of sensory stimulation, which, paired with her hand on her clit, made for a sexual high. The biggest turn on though was the knowledge that she was taking her man in her most private place, somewhere she wouldn’t dreamt of letting anyone go just a few weeks before. It was special, a something more that she could give, a virginity more exclusive and rare, as much as it was lewd and pornographic.

As he raised the pace she pushed her ass back to meet his strokes. She put two fingers in her pussy, feeling his cock’s motion through its walls. She came hard, feeling so full, so fucked, so loving.

She felt, or imagined she felt, the splatter of his cum into her bowels, spraying her insides, as he moaned in ecstasy, holding her ass against him. They collapsed together, holding each other tight. Her ass felt bereft; stretched and empty now, but she looked forward to the soreness that she guessed would follow, as a reminder of her achievement.

Chapter 3 The Prof. Exerts His Control

The next time something was different. He was reserved, preoccupied, almost sulky, and he wanted to meet in his special room.

He tied her face down on the wooden escort kuşadası horse, and spanked her thoroughly, before fucking her hard. He was rough with her breasts, reaching around and digging his fingers into them as her fucked her from behind. He took her ass again, but without care, making her squeal, and screw her face up in pain. He made it gape with his fingers, before dribbling his spit into it, rubbing it in, then ramming his dick back in.

She was left sore, weak, and shaky, like she’d been through the wringer and hung out to dry, and although he was gentle and loving with her after he came, she wasn’t sure whether she had done something wrong.

A few days later she unexpectedly got a text from him at midnight.

“Come outside, I have something for you.”

She pulled some clothes on and went downstairs. He was waiting outside in his black Range Rover. He gestured for her to get in the back, where she was concealed by privacy glass, and he drove off towards town.

“I have a present for you to play with tonight. Put on the blindfold.” he said, and she complied.

After around 10 minutes driving, they parked and he led her out of the car, into the cold, and then into a warm building. She thought she recognised the smell of stale perfume, alcohol and sweat, and she could hear the bass beat of some muffled music.

He tied a gag in her mouth, apologising, “I’m sorry for this, but you’ll understand why you mustn’t speak in a few minutes. I suspect that you will want to use your mouth though, so hopefully it won’t have to stay.”

He led her into another room, where the music was blaring, and when he removed the blindfold it took a few moments for her eyes to become accustomed to the light. She couldn’t believe what she saw.

She was back in the nightclub where the party had been. In the centre of the room, where the table had been, was a single figure illuminated by spotlights, his hands tied above his head to a rope from the ceiling. His lean body was completely naked, except that his head was hooded. His torso had red marks around his rib cage.

Emily was standing in the shadows grinning at Riley’s shocked face. She was wearing gym kit; tight Lycra shorts and a skin tight vest top, showing off her bare midriff.

Riley’s shock doubled when she realised who the man was, it was Zac.

The music provided an effective aural mask, and the Prof, taking Riley by the arm, said in her ear,

“I heard that you had found yourself a little boyfriend and thought that we should all get better acquainted.’

‘Perhaps I haven’t explained this properly to you, but you need to understand that you can’t see anyone else whilst we are together.’

‘As you didn’t know I won’t punish you, but it won’t happen again. You can even play with him if you want, but it looks like Emily has got there first.”

With that Emily stepped in and put a powerful roundhouse kick just under his ribs, using the full power of her long legs. He yelped and groaned, and sank a little on the ropes.

“Emily has been looking for some extra Thai boxing training. So much more motivating than a punchbag don’t you think?”

Riley pleaded with him with her eyes.

“Oh, you want her to stop?”

Riley nodded desperately.

“Ok. Well I promised you a present, so here’s the deal.’

“I love you, so I will give you one more time with him. To stop me feeling too jealous Emily will look after me as you do him. If you can make him cum before I do then we will let him go and never bother him again. If you can’t then Emily can have him all night, which will probably mean he will leave here without any balls the way she kicks.’

He looked at Zac appraisingly.

‘To be honest if I’m not man enough to last longer than that kid, then I should let her kick me in the balls, although from the look of him he’s not exactly feeling horny. You might have quite a challenge. This might be interesting.’

‘Can I trust you if I take the gag out?” She nodded, and he removed it.

“Don’t make me do this, please. He’s not my boyfriend, I haven’t done anything with him!”

“Hmmm, but he’s here now, and all tied up. We can’t waste that. You need to show me you know how to have some fun, and will do as you’re told.” he said stroking her face lovingly.

Riley felt frozen, but found herself nodding.

“Good girl, I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”

Emily strutted over to the Prof, and started rubbing his cock though his pants.

“Looks like you better get started. For obvious reasons you’re not allowed to speak to him.” he said.

Riley walked over to Zac and evaluated the challenge in front of her. He looked beaten physical and mentally. He was supporting his weight solidly enough, but it was obvious that he was just waiting for the next blow, with no way of knowing when it was coming. His cock was shrunken, and his large balls were doing their best to withdraw back into his body.

Scared for him, she kneeled in front of him, and stroked the back of his thighs, which were covered in short wiry blond hairs. He tensed and tried to twist away. She persevered, moving her hands to his smooth, muscular butt, and suckling his limp cock into her mouth.

He stopped trying to get away, but probably more out of fear for his dick than anything.

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Friday the 13th Pt. 03b

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SPOILER ALERT!

To gain maximum enjoyment from this story please read all the previous parts of FRIDAY THE 13TH first.

Again, I thank SlaveGirl70 and LunarSirius for their assistance with editing and tweaking. Without their assistance, encouragement and confidence in my ability I doubt if this story would have seen the light of day.

*****

As soon as I got home I went straight to the basement to collect the costume and toys I was going to use this afternoon. I intended to give Dad the full works today. The ultimate dominatrix! Once I had collected what I needed, I went upstairs to my ground floor flat, made a quick call to ‘Female Slave,’ or ‘Effy’ as I call her, about new arrangements for tomorrow and then got changed.

First I stripped naked, stood in the shower and powdered myself all over with talc. Then I sat on the stool in the bathroom and put my right foot into the right leg of the black rubber cat suit I had taken from the basement wardrobe. I pushed my toes right to the end and smoothed it over the rest of my foot before stretching it over my heel. I slowly stroked the rubber over my calf, all the way to just below my knee. The same process was repeated for my left leg and calf and then I pulled the rubber of each leg over its respective knee. I so love the feel of cold rubber against my skin that I consider the donning of it the best part of the whole operation.

I got to my feet and, again slowly, drew both legs of the costume over my thighs until my vagina nestled as firmly as possible into the crotch of the suit, given that there was a loose lobe of rubber designed into the suit at that specific site. It was at this point I started to get that tingling sensation and I knew yet again I’d be aroused by the time I had finished getting dressed.

I continued by stretching the rubber across my midriff and then pulling it over my upper chest and feeding my breasts into the small, almost too tight, pockets where they belonged. After a little adjustment, I had both breasts in place and my nipples, stimulated as they were, distended the rubber in symmetry on either side of the suit. I reached behind me and closed the zip as far as it would go for the moment and then set about the not so easy task of getting my arms, and more importantly fingers, all the way down into the attached gloves which were part of the one piece costume. With much maneuvering, coaxing and cajoling, I finally achieved my aim, closed the zip the rest of the way and rested, feeling hot in more ways than one.

After a minute or so, I picked up the ‘Shine-Gel’, squirted a small amount into one gloved hand and began slowly and deliberately caressing my entire body in order to bring my costume to a mirror-like sheen. I started with my feet and slowly slid my hands up and over each calf and thigh in turn, replenishing the ‘Shine-Gel’ each time my gloved hands began to grip the suit. When I reached my vagina I arranged the loose flap of rubber around my lips and into the crevice such that it molded itself to all the contours. My finger pressed into the cleft forcing the remaining loose rubber inside my vagina, trusting that the latex now formed a perfect second skin giving the effect of sleek, black genitalia.

I rubbed my finger lengthways across my vulva until the creeping stimulation warned me to stop before it was too late. I took a deep breath, followed by another handful of ‘Shine-Gel’, and then re-applied myself to administering the sheen to my costume. My arms and hands were next, followed by as much of my back as I could reach and then my torso. My breasts were last and I lingered on them, fondling and caressing each in turn until my nipples stood out again, trying to punch holes through the rubber. My groin was tingling again and my breathing came in short gasps but, with all the control I could muster, I stopped and moved on to stage two of clothing myself.

I affixed an inch-wide leather collar snugly around my throat, hiding the edge of the cat suit at my neck and then padded to the bedroom on my rubber-clad feet to sit down on the levent escort bed. I picked up the right of a pair of patent leather thigh high boots, with a 2½” platform and 8″ heel, squirmed my right foot down into the toe and then pulled on the body of the boot to settle my heel into place. The slipperiness of the gel was sufficient to make the tight fitting boot reasonably easy to don and I repeated the process on the left. I smoothed the body of each boot up my lower legs, zipped them up to the knee and then stood to an imposing 6’6″ in height. The inch of elasticated material on either side of each zipper ensured an extremely smooth, snug fit all the way up each boot to the tops, which reached mid-way up each thigh and finished off with a 3″ turn down, pirate style. Once I had finished with these it was time for stage three: hair and make-up.

I daubed liquid foundation across my face and rubbed it into all the exposed skin of my face, neck and head. Then I glued a pair of long, black, sleek false eyelashes to my eyelids and accentuated my eyes with heavily applied eyeliner. I highlighted my eyebrows with thick, black pencil and then brought out my high cheekbones with a robust application of rouge. Next I emphasised my lips by administering bright scarlet lipstick, which I intensified with a high shine lip-gloss. Finally I pulled my long raven locks severely back from my face into a ponytail that rose from the top centre of my head. A silver-edged black ribbon was use to constrict the first two inches into a compact trunk emerging from my head and then the loose remainder was teased until it cascaded down my back.

I collected my bag, covered my entire ensemble with an ankle length, ‘matrix’ style, black leather coat, made my way back out to the car and drove back to my parents’ house. It wasn’t the easiest of drives in eight-inch heels and platform soles. I had never driven in these boots before; in fact they had never been beyond my flat, basement and stairwell! After a difficult and slow drive I let myself back into the house I had left less than 90 minutes previously and deposited my bag on the floor of the hallway. I now had the final phase to contend with, always difficult, but equally satisfying when complete.

I removed from my bag the corset, which was black leather, had a boned style and a pinched waist. I had deliberately purchased it three inches too small, primarily to give a more severe look to my dominatrix persona, but also as an incentive not to put on weight. I had to don it here, as it would have been nigh on impossible to drive with such a tight compression of my torso. Bending at the waist in order to sit in the driving seat of a car would have been futile, but even had I succeeded it would have caused me considerable pain, digging into the tops of my thighs as I operated the pedals. I placed it around my waist, connected all the hooks and eyes that ran down the back and, after a slight adjustment, pulled on the laces positioned at the front to begin the constriction of my midriff. Firstly I pulled the lace ends at the base to squeeze my abdomen as far as possible. I followed this by tightening the lace ends at the top to compress and uplift my ‘C’ cup breasts, forcing them together at the centre to point provocatively outwards over the top of the bodice. Finally, I returned to the bottom laces and restricted my waist the final inch. This was, as always, uncomfortable to start with but I knew that after ten minutes or so my body would adjust and the discomfort disappear. In the past I had at this point teased the laces of my corset up and down from the centre in order to restrict my abdomen by a further inch or so, but not today.

I picked up my bag and stomped somewhat ponderously up the stairs as I always do in these skyscraper heels and entered the bedroom, stopping at the door.

“So! You’ve managed to wriggle onto your side.” I snarled. “Was my positioning of your pitiful being not good enough for you?” I strode purposefully into the room and put my bag down on the ottoman at the foot beyoğlu escort of the bed and reached inside to retrieve my camera.

I continued, “It’s time you were formally introduced to your Mistress. From this day forth you will be known as ‘Male Slave’, most often abbreviated to ‘Emmy’ for my convenience. When you are permitted to speak you will call me ‘Mistress’ at all times. Upon receiving instructions, you will ALWAYS answer by saying ‘Yes, Mistress.’ Do you understand? I don’t hear you!”

He mumbled “Efff Mffshrrfff.” into his gag, which I took to be the required response.

I then strutted imperiously around the bed taking photographs of my stepfathers’ helpless form before rolling him back onto his front. I released his knees from the foot of the bed, removed the rope that attached his ankles to his forearms and freed his knees from their confinement. The belt joining his forearms together was next to go and I then spun him roughly over onto his back, noting his dribble covered face caused by the gag preventing him from properly swallowing.

Once he was on his back I tidied his stocking tops and dress so that everything was in line and displaying a two inch strip of bare thigh between them. Next I attached a pair of leather cuffs to his wrists and fixed them to the bed frame using the rope from his knees before finally removing the blindfold. As I did so I noticed the embarrassment showing on his face and glanced down towards his groin only to see a very conspicuous bulge forming under the dress. I straightened myself to my full height and looked back at his flushed face in time to see him staring, somewhat lewdly I would say, at my rubber clad form. It seemed my efforts were having the desired effect.

I held myself as upright as possible and once again strode around the bed, taking more photographs as I went, noticing all the while that the groin of his dress was ballooning ever upwards. “Tut, tut.” I stated slowly and clearly. “Are we getting the hots for our Mistress as well as our daughter? She told me all about you.”

I slipped my hand under the hem of the dress and started pumping his rubber clad penis as I had earlier that day, and continued with my discourse. “I am capable of divorcing home life from fantasy and I expect you to do the same. Whenever you see your Mistress you will be her slave, and whenever you see your daughter you will be her father. You will do this because YOU do not want your wife to have even an inkling that her husband has got something going on with her daughter. If that were discovered it would require you to explain an awful lot more than you want, or of which you are even capable. Now, as you are now standing to attention as required, what do you say we finish you off for the day?” By now he was well on the way to another full erection.

I untied the rope from his ankles, observing that he had done quite a good job, and murmured to myself, “Nicely done.” I immediately attached another set of cuffs to each ankle and secured them, spread-eagled, to the framework at the foot of the bed in a similar fashion as I had his wrists to the headboard.

Using my most condescending tone I said, “As you have been such a good little slave and not fought back, or been abusive or difficult, I think you deserve to come off, don’t you?”

I leaned across the bed and placed my face right next to the prominence of his groin and once more began stroking his penis. I continued until it was again fully engorged, all the while whispering encouragement to his manhood. When I judged that it was incapable of any further growth I stopped, stood up and confirmed, “There. That should do it.” I straightened his dress afresh, reacquired the camera and snapped some more shots of his plight. “The wonderful thing about this camera,” I declared, “is that it also takes video.”

I circumnavigated the foot of the bed to the right side and bent down to the plug where the lamp and vibrator had been plugged in. I reconnected the cock ring and heard it immediately hum to life. kağıthane escort Now this would be fun! I slowly stalked back to the foot of the bed and began filming. I soon realised that with all the action occurring above the hemline of the dress, and hence concealed from view, it would make for a pretty boring show, so I leaned forward and raised the hem above the top of his knickers. I then pulled down the black lacy knickers, launching his distended penis into the air like the arm of a medieval siege engine! I stepped back and set the camera down on the dresser so that it would catch all the excitement of his, soon to be ‘sticky,’ situation.

Whilst he was being slowly tortured to ejaculation, I retrieved a small finger-sized vibrator from my bag and sat on Mum’s make-up stool, which I positioned between the dresser and the wardrobe, out of sight of the camera.

I turned on the vibrator, its noise quiet enough to be muffled by that of the cock ring, and began playing it across my rubber adorned pudenda whilst pinching, in turn, my left then right nipples. Why should he have all the fun? With a bit of luck he will turn out to be a stayer and I will have enough time to bring myself off before I need to see to him. Otherwise, this could turn out to be a quite frustrating and short-lived experience. Watching the almost mesmerising acrobatics of Dad’s penis actually helped with my arousal and I quickly felt my juices begin to slowly lubricate the rubber pouch inserted in my vagina. This assisted with the in and out motion of the top couple of inches of my finger vibrator. Unfortunately the embedded sleeve of rubber was not big enough to allow me to reach my G-Spot, or any meaningful part of my interior, so I had to keep removing it in order to brush and stimulate my clitoris before returning it to its fullest extent inside me. Nothing like real sex, but a reasonable enough approximation to do the job intended.

As my arousal increased, my clitoris became increasingly engorged and sensitive. I had to be careful not to make any noise as I didn’t want my rapture caught on tape along with Dad’s, so I bit my lip quite hard to stifle my cries as I approached the zenith of my titillation. By varying the pressure of the vibrator on my clitoris I held my orgasm on the cusp until I saw Dad stiffen, arch his back and heard a series of loud grunts and snorts through his gag at which point I pressed hard on my clitoris and held the buzzing machine in place. I then placed my knuckle and base of my right forefinger into my mouth, and clamped hard on it, until I also released a muffled exhalation. I could feel my groin and the tops of my thighs becoming warm and wet as my juice flowed out into the cat suit. This would be a sticky and somewhat uncomfortable drive home, but that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?

“Oh, Bravo!” I called out a little breathlessly across the room. “Now that’s what I call a money shot.” I sat quietly for a minute or so and watched Dad fighting the continuing provocation of his cock ring whilst I caught my breath, and then turned off the camera. I crossed the room, turned off the vibrator and sat on the bed next to Dad.

“I bet that was as good for you as it was for me,” I quipped. “Now to business. I will release you before I go, obviously, and you can clean and pack up how you wish. Tomorrow, Saturday, you will report to me at the flat at 11am wearing this same attire. How you get to me is not my problem, but when I open my front door I expect to see you dressed exactly like this. As you know, I have photographs and video, which I am sure you would prefer do not see the light of day. But in all honestly I rather think the threat is unnecessary as I am certain this is a fantasy you are more than happy to pursue voluntarily. So, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, and for your own sake, don’t be late.”

With that I released one wrist cuff and left the room. Once downstairs I removed my corset and felt all my insides settle back to their respective customary locations. I donned my long leather coat, returned to the car in the drive and left for my flat. It had been an unexpected, but pleasant, day and I was pleased that I had managed to acquire a male slave to enjoy and use alongside my more established female slave. I was quite looking forward to tomorrow, when ‘Effy’ and ‘Emmy’ would meet for the first time.

Hmmm! What to do with them…

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Hidden Valley Pt. 04

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As Polly Menard and her girl friends disappeared into the lobby, the mayor of Johnson took Romy’s arm and escorted her back to the stage, plunking her again in the seat beside him to watch the next show in the Summer Fuck Festival. Before I had time to reflect on what the next act in this festival of sexual excess might be, the sheriff and two deputies appeared beside me and muscled me over to the St. Andrews cross in the middle of the hall.

I had no time to think as they pushed me up against the cross with my back to it. They grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head, attaching them spread wide to the upper arms with restraints bolted to the wood. The same happened to my ankles attached to the lower arms of the cross, thus spreading my legs open and ready for abuse.

A tall woman with short, black hair approached me wearing a black rubber mask, a black leather belt hung with whips, knee-length black leather boots, and nothing else. She moved with a feline grace, so I thought of her as the Cat Woman, a black cat who was crossing my path.

Her boobs were large and round with little pink nipples, and her dark cunt hair had been trimmed into a narrow landing strip. She was flicking a riding crop menacingly but said nothing, surveying my naked form from several angles. Then without warning, the first blow landed directly on my erect penis.

At the time of the first searing pain in my penis, I felt outrage that, in this Land of the Giant Penis where men were so dominant, I should be sexually abused and punished. I learned later that although the men of Johnson were expected to be dominant all the time, many had developed a strong need to lay aside their burden of responsibility from time to time and let a woman dominate them. So the Land of the Giant Penis also had a dominatrix, a woman who could provide men with the release of being sexually submissive.

The good citizens of Johnson wanted me to understand this in a direct and painful way. “Aaaiiiooooo,” I yelled as more blows fell up and down the shaft of my penis, followed by a couple of well aimed slaps with the leather tip of the riding crop on my testicles.

The Cat Woman then delivered great, sweeping, side-to-side slaps of my penis with her open hand, back and forth, back and forth, alternating slaps with vigorous frigging of my shaft to keep it stiff and vibrating with arousal but not ejaculating. Pain, then pleasure: repeat.

She stepped back and motioned to two deputies who unlocked my ankle cuffs and elevated my legs up and back to another set of rings on the upper arms and locked them down. This completely exposed my cock, balls, and asshole to her attack. She chose a black flogger with short, leather tails and began to flog my thighs, buttocks, and anus, landing random blows on my cock and balls for good measure.

When my bum and asshole had turned fiery red, she extended her hand to feel their heat and feel my tortured body trembling. With a satisfied sneer, she took a dildo out of the pouch on her belt and greased it with a thick cream from a squeeze tube.

The blue plastic dildo had a knurled surface—little cross-hatched lines cut into it—and a tapered shape, narrow at the tip rising in a series of bumps to a thick shaft and handle. This she jammed into my bum hole in a series of twisting pushes that forced my anus to open wide. “Aaaarrrgghh,” I yelled as the dildo invaded my rectum.

At the same time, the cream that the Cat Woman had slathered on the dildo, cream that had worked its way into the dildo’s cross-hatched surface, coated the inner walls of my rectum liberally and deeply as she twisted and turned the intruder. The cream contained an irritant that burned and itched and a medication that made me horny as hell. My cock stood up kuşadası escort harder and stiffer than it ever had, an iron bar with a velvet head bobbing up to my navel. This she commenced to frig again with one hand while the other continued to screw the dildo into my bum.

Then she stopped. From the pouch on her belt, she took two large gunmetal clamps and attached them firmly to my nipples, wiggling them hard to ensure they were embedded securely in my tender flesh. Then she removed two lead weights from the pouch and hooked them onto the ends of each of the nipple clamps. The weights looked and felt like musket balls that bounced and danced with every motion of my body, pulling on the clamps and stretched the soft tissue of my nipples. Then she started again to frig my cock and fuck my bum with the dildo.

The Cat Woman alternated like that for a long time, stroking my penis expertly and stopping in order to deny me the release of an orgasm. Then she decided to apply more pain. From her pouch she took two more clamps, gripped the loose skin on my scrotum, and attached the clamps to my balls, adding lead weights that stretched my ball sac grotesquely toward the floor.

From her devil’s pouch, the Cat Woman then withdrew two long needles which she proceeded to push mercilessly in opposite directions entirely through my testicles as I screamed and pulled uselessly at the chains that held me to the cross.

She returned to frigging my penis into a cock stand that stuck out straight from my scrotum. Caught as I was between pain and pleasure, I didn’t notice the Cat Woman unhook another whip from her black belt, this one a long, thin strand of leather on a long handle. The renewed jolt of pain in my penis as the whip wrapped its stinging leather around my shaft soon brought me back to full awareness. As the whipping continued, my mind became lost in a haze between the extreme sensations of pleasure and pain, locked onto the St. Andrew’s cross in full view of the crowd of naked festival goers.

In a sudden moment of awareness, I found myself looking toward the stage, vainly hoping to catch sight of Romy. Instead, I saw the sheriff and his deputies intently watching my cock and ball torture and speaking to the mayor, who seemed to nod in agreement. They approached the St. Andrew’s cross and, to my great relief, motioned to the Cat Woman to stop.

After another gesture of command, she removed the needle from my testicles and the clamps on my nipples and balls. The mayor then motioned the deputies to release me from my bonds and help me down to the floor while others moved the cross to a side wall. I was then frog marched over to the thick, circular mattress hung with straps and restraints on the rotating stage where Polly Menard had been deflowered. The white cotton sheet was still stained with her hymeneal blood.

Next the crowd parted and the deputies brought forward the naked, struggling figure of a young woman of about twenty-five. They forced her down onto the mattress on her back and secured her wrists to the side restraints. In the same manner, they fastened her shapely long legs spread out wide to the sides of the mattress and stood back to let the crowd take in the spectacle of this next victim of lust.

This maiden fair, I learned, was Brittany Dean, considered to be the least submissive young woman in Johnson. The mayor and council had decided to force her to submit to me, the stranger, as a public lesson in proper humility and surrender to men’s lusts. They also wanted to test my sexual resilience after my ordeal on the St. Andrew’s cross. The test was a sexual performance on top of this young woman who was most reluctant to submit to a fucking.

Her skin was pale as milk, and her breasts kuşadası escort bayan were large, round love bubbles topped with succulent strawberry nipples. Her face was a perfectly symmetrical oval framed with a riot of thick, wavy reddish blonde hair that flowed down her cheeks and throat onto her substantial breasts. Her eyes flashed green and her freckled nose flared as she snarled at her captors, twisting her full, sensuous lips into a snarl of defiance that curved upwards at the corners toward dimpled cheeks. She was a goddess, alright, however warlike. I wanted her as soon as I saw her.

And she was indeed mine to fuck in front of them all. I stood between two deputies, trembling with fatigue and desire, taking deep breaths to recover from Cat Woman’s assault on my ass, cock and balls. The mayor nodded to them, and they marched me forward to the mattress. The crowd began a “Hoo Hoo Hoo” chant and clapped for me to climb up on the mattress and begin the fuck. Their jeers and whistles made it clear they wanted to see the stranger’s cock enjoying one of their most desirable and reluctant cunts.

And she was desirable. As I knelt on the mattress between her legs, the landscape of her naked body appeared to my eye like some impossibly romantic, sexual fantasy land. My gaze circled with the inevitability of male lust from her beautiful face and features down in shameless circles around her heaving breasts topped with pert nipples, and then across the dell of her soft belly and navel into the valley between her outstretched thighs to the secret mossy grotto of her cleft.

Her pubic hair was a slightly darker version of the strawberry blonde hair on her head. It gracefully accentuated the fleshy pubic mound atop her vulva and highlighted the thick, full lips of her pussy which were already beginning to moisten and swell with arousal. I could even see the tip of her clitoris poking its curious head up from its hiding place between her cunt lips.

I believe I will carry that image with me to my grave. An immense desire to feel my prick pushing aside her plump pussy lips swept over me and compelled me to dive my cock down into the damp gorge of femininity that disappeared mysteriously up in between the furred edges of her cunt. I became desperate to invade its moist, secret depths and deposit the essence of my being in the cavern of her vagina.

I got my wish. The Cat Woman appeared beside me and took my cock in her hand, frigging it firmly and pulling it toward the girl’s cunt. She even held open the pussy lips and aimed the head of my cock at the girl’s vaginal entrance.

I took over then, my rod so stiff and throbbing I thought it had developed a life of its own. As I ran its cherry-red glans up and down her cleft and over her clit and inner lips, her lubricating juices made a wet, sucking sound that invited my penis to plumb the depths of her cunt. A slight push from my hips and the head was inside, enveloped in the aromatic moist warmth of her pussy. An assertive forward thrust of my whole penis and I was inside her, buried up to the balls in the most incredible cunt I’d ever fucked.

I fell forward on Brittany’s naked body and pounded away, my cock hammering in her pussy, my hands stroking her breasts and thighs, my lips seeking her mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her luxurious feminine flesh. I don’t know to this day where I found the energy to enjoy her charms so forcefully, but I couldn’t stop driving my rock-hard penis into her vagina.

The circular stage had begun to rotate again, this time more slowly, so that the audience could see our fucking from all angles. They set up a rhythmical clapping and chanting, timed with my hard cock thrusts up into that gorgeous cunt. I played to the crowd, escort kuşadası leaning up so they could get a better view of my wet cock shaft moving between her honey cunt lips.

Eventually I slowed my thrusting and stopped to take a breath and hold my cock deep into her cunt and feel her female warmth. As I fucked Brittany, I was aware that the Cat Woman had not left the bed, but had knelt behind me. I didn’t see her strap on the big, black dildo or see her squeeze lube into her hand until I felt its cool touch on my butt hole. A moment later, the dildo followed.

The Cat Woman’s naked form hunched over mine, driving the dildo into my ass. As I resumed fucking Brittany, she timed her strokes with mine, and I had my first experience of my cock in a woman’s cunt while another woman fucked my ass, and I admit I loved it. So did the audience. They raised a cheer at the sight of my cock in a cunt and a dildo in my ass, fucking and being fucked. When she realized I was being reamed too, Brittany sneered at me between grunts as I slammed into her wonderful cunt.

As my balls tightened in that telltale tension that signals the onset of orgasm, I slowed my thrusting to prolong the ecstatic, whole-body delight of sexual intercourse with the beautiful, nubile female creature under me.

At the same time, the Cat Woman withdrew the dildo from my ass, removed the strap on, and knelt in front of me on the bed, her legs astride Brittany’s head and her pussy thrust forward in my face. She pulled the naked lips of her cunt open and forced my tongue inside, moving my head so my tongue lapped up and down across her clitoris and into her vagina.

Then our sex machine built up speed as the stage rotated, showing the whole crowd every angle of our threesome absorbed in a furious fuck. My cock became a white-foamed blur in Brittany’s gorgeous pussy and my balls smacked audibly on her asshole with each thrust up her cunt, and each forward lunge into the bowl of her hips brought my mouth and tongue up and into the Cat Woman’s pussy. My chin dripped with cunt juice that trickled down onto Brittany’s mouth and chin which threatened to choke her, so I lowered my face to hers momentarily and kissed the juices away.

The Cat Woman began to pant heavily and groan as her arousal reached a new plateau, and at the same time, Brittany began to moan and gasp for air as her body responded to the driving penis in her vagina.

Then the dam broke, and we all cried out and howled with sexual bliss as orgasm after orgasm coursed through our bodies. Brittany’s cunt filled with jet after jet of my warm semen, and my cock ran up and down in a cunt flooded with her lubricants.

As I filled Brittany with sperm, the Cat Woman’s vulva squirted her fluids into my mouth and she fell backwards onto the bed, writhing and sobbing and shaking with the ferocity of her orgasm.

The crowd fell silent at the sheer, ecstatic violence of our sexual release as I continued to pound Brittany’s pussy with a penis that, to my surprise, was reluctant to shrink and leave her warm vaginal confines.

The applause and whistles were loud and prolonged as my penis finally withdrew from Brittany’s cunt, and the Cat Woman got off the bed. The deputies released Brittany from her bonds so she could stand up.

I blushed out of modesty and a certain embarrassment that they had all been watching my naked body in that state of extreme arousal, but then Brittany came to me and took me by the hand. The audience stand near us whooped and cheered at this. Their wildcat woman had been tamed by my big cock.

I was still feeling overcome with raw desire for her when Brittany pressed herself against me and looked searchingly into my eyes, watching my face as I gazed at her luscious body and caressed the shimmering beauty of her naked body with my roving hands. Then she knew the depth of my passion for her, so she leaned forward and kissed me tenderly on the lips. I took her ardently in my arms and kissed her back.

Who says love and sex can’t go together?

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