Kay Returns

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[This story includes oral, coitus, some anal play, domination and submission, a look at how one Dom began the training of his sub and a lesson on respect. While there is sex in the story it was not written as a stroke story. I am interested in your comments on this story. No animals or people were harmed in the creation of this tale. None of the people portrayed in the story represents a single individual, except one.]

“Mr. Peterson, there is a call for you on line two. She said to say it was your ex.”

I frowned and answered the phone. We hadn’t spoken in three years. Our divorce was final and as I remembered it her last words to me were that she hoped my balls fell off.

“Yes, Kay, just calling to see if my balls fell off yet?”

“I regret ever saying that. I know you hate me, but I need your help.”

“I have never hated you. What kind of help?”

“Can I come talk to you face to face? I don’t much like begging and begging over the phone is the worst.”

“Yes, I can see you at ten. You remember how to get here?”

“Yes. I’ll be there at ten.”

I called Bob Williams as soon as I hung up the call from Kay. Bob is a great private investigator and a good friend. I asked him to check around and see what Kay was into that could have her need my help.

At ten minutes to ten my secretary buzzed and said, “Bob, on line three.”

He told me she had been downsized out of her company three months ago and had not found any work since. Her leased apartment was behind the three months, her car was being repossessed this week, she had a bank loan that was also behind and her credit cards were all maxed out. I thanked him and hung up. This looked to be an interesting meeting.

At ten Carole buzzed again and said, “Your ten o’clock appointment is here.”

“Show her in, please.” I stayed behind my desk. The door to my office opened and Carole held it for Kay. She looked tired and great. She wore a charcoal suit that fit perfectly, three inch heels, the nylons that shine so much I always think they must have tiny glitter imbedded in them and she had just enough cleavage showing to have any heterosexual man wanting to see more. Carole closed the door with a concerned look on her face.

On my desk, facing me, was an 8X10 picture frame. On most executive desks it held a picture of their wives and kids. Mine held a picture I took of Kay when we were in Jamaica. She is standing next to a palm tree, with the ocean behind her, a sail boat in the distance and she is nude. It reminds me every day that she left me.

Kay sat in the guest chair and crossed her legs for me. She did it slowly. I watched and then said, “OK. You have forty minutes of my day, starting now. Why are you here?”

“I have no one else to turn to. My life has turned to shit and I can’t see any way to survive if you won’t help me.”

“Ok. Tell me everything.”

For twenty minutes she told me her sob story. It included lots of emotion and lots of tears. She included things Bob hadn’t uncovered and all the facts he had uncovered. She was right, she would be broke and homeless in a week. She needed eighty thousand for the credit cards, eight thousand to bring her lease up to date, and about six thousand more to pay everyone else off.

“You want me to give you a hundred thousand dollars on the basis that we were once married?”

“I don’t have anyone else to turn to.” She used a tissue to catch the tears. Her voice was soft and scared.

“What do you have to offer me that would even remotely tempt me to spend that kind of money on you?”

She stood up and unbuttoned the jacket to her suit. She opened it and showed me she was wearing a tiny lace bra beneath it.

“I offer you what you wanted when we got divorced. Me.”

“Sit down.” She did. She did not rebutton the jacket. “Are you saying you are ready to accept being my slave, full time, for the rest of your life?”

“Yes.” A long pause and then she said, “Master.”

I stood and walked to the file cabinet in my office. In the back of the bottom drawer was a five year old envelope. It had been there since she walked out. It held the contract that she would have signed if she became my slave. It outlined what she would get at my death, and what rights she had while I lived. She would not sign it then.

I withdrew the document from the envelope and said, “Will you sign this now?”

“Yes.” She had read it then. She thought she knew exactly what she would be agreeing to if she signed. I handed it to her and buzzed for Carole. When she came in I said, “Carole I want you to witness a signature. Please get Frank from next door to also be a witness.”

A minute passed and Frank and Carole came into my office. I had them witness Kay signing the document and I had them hear her say that she signed of her own free will and without duress. They signed and then left.

After the door closed I spoke to Kay.

“As of this moment you are mine. You will do exactly as I direct, and you know that. Pay close attention. I will give you the key to my home. You will go to your apartment bakırköy escort and I will have a crew meet you there. They will pack all your clothes and personal items. Then they will meet you at my home and they will put all of it in the empty bedroom. You may not unpack anything except the items that go in the bathroom. Put those items in the guest bathroom. Do not go in my bedroom. After the crew leaves take off all your clothes, shower and shave everything except your head. Put a towel on any seat you sit on. You will find steaks and potatoes in the refrigerator. Use them to make dinner for us so that it will be ready at seven. I will be home a little before seven. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

I gave her the key from my desk drawer. She stood and walked towards the door.

“Button your jacket.”

“Yes, Master.”

I sent a crew to her apartment and gave the crew leader instructions about what he could take from the apartment and what he should leave behind. I called a friend and had her go to the apartment as well to toss everything that was a personal item that would not assist us in leasing the apartment. I also had her pay off the present lease.

At five-thirty Carole buzzed and said it was quitting time. I thanked her for the day and reminded her that I would be in at ten the next day. She left. I called my home. When the answering machine answered I waited as my own voice spoke and when it allowed me to speak I said, “Kay, pick up the phone.”

A few seconds passed and she did pick up. “Yes, Master.”

“Have the crew left?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Are you naked?”

“Not yet. They just left.”

“When you take your clothes off put them on top of one of the boxes in the bedroom. Do not masturbate.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you remember how to turn on the hot tub?”

“Yes, Master.”

“At six, turn it on.”

“Yes, Master.”

I hung up. I drove home and saw Kay’s car parked at the curb. I went inside and opened her purse, took her keys and moved her car into the garage next to mine. Back in the house I put her keys back in her purse. I heard her in the kitchen. Without speaking I went to the kitchen and watched her finishing dinner. The table was set for two and she looked wonderful standing in the kitchen naked.

I spoke softly, “Kay.” She turned and looked at me. She had shaved and I loved how she looked.

“Are you wet?”

She nodded.

“Can dinner survive if you leave the kitchen for two minutes?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. I would like you to help me undress.”

She turned down the heat under the veggies and came to me. Her hands immediately went to the task and quickly I was naked. When she pulled down my boxers she looked at my erection but said nothing.

“Would you like to suck it?”

She looked up at me and finally answered, “No, but I will if it will please you, Master.”

“Then do. Take as much of it in your mouth as you can.”

Her eyes kept looking at me as she opened her mouth and took almost all of my cock in. When she pulled back the first time I said, “Thank you. That is enough for now. Let’s have dinner.”

She went back into the kitchen and served dinner. I turned up the thermostat so the house would warm up a little. Dinner was wonderful. I asked her about what she thought would happen now.

“I’ll basically be here as your whore to use as you see fit.”

“Do you think fucking you is worth a hundred thousand dollars?”

“Fucking me anytime for the next twenty years, maybe.”

“No. I could rent an expensive pussy for a thousand a night and get a different woman each time. I can date beautiful women and fuck them for less than the thousand a night. What do you think makes you worth a hundred thousand dollars?”

“Pay back?”

“For what?”

“Divorcing you. Saying no to you when you wanted me to be your slave back then.”

“No. The question stays open. When you think of a reason why I would think it is worth a hundred thousand dollars to me to have you back in my life as my willing slave, I want you to tell me. Will you do that?”

“Yes, Master.”

“From now on you will be in charge of this house and my other house. You will keep them both stocked with food, wine and other beverages. Later this week we will make out a list of the foods I want kept at each house. There should be enough food that six people can have any meal we plan. Tomorrow you will take your car and have it cleaned and detailed. It must be cleaned every week from now on. Each evening I will select the clothing you will wear the next day. At home you will be naked unless I have instructed you otherwise. Is all this clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“It bothers you each time you say Master doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I will accept Honey or Nick in place of Master, when we are alone here at home. In a social situation I will be Nick. When I am in the office I am Mr. Peterson.”

“Thank you, Nick.”

We were finished eating. Kay cleaned up dinner bahçelievler escort and I went into the living room. When the noises stopped coming from the kitchen I asked, “Is the kitchen clean?”

“Yes, Nick.”

“Please get your purse and bring it to me.”

Seconds later she stood in front of me holding her purse out. Her feet were together. I took the purse and said, “When you stand you will stand with your feet shoulder width apart. Do you know why I want that?”

“Yes, Nick. I think so. You want me to always be aware that my pussy is available to you at all times. Standing with my feet apart gives you easy access to my pussy.”

“Right. Are you wet?”

“I think so, Nick.”

“Dip two fingers in and taste.” I watched as she used her left hand, sliding the first two fingers into her slit and then placing them in her mouth.

“Yes, Nick, I am wet.”

“Lay down here on your back and spread your legs, please.”

She did as I asked and blushed in embarrassment. She didn’t say anything.

I opened her purse and took out her wallet. I removed each credit card and stacked them on the arm of my chair. When they were all out of her wallet I asked, “Is this all of them?”

“Yes, Nick.”

“Good. In the middle drawer of my desk is a pair of scissors. Please go get them for me and resume your position here.” She was gone less than a minute.

“I want you to masturbate. While you masturbate I want you to tell me about the men you have fucked this year. I want details, Kay. I will ask questions and I want honest answers.”

“Yes, Nick.” Her hand went to her open pussy and began slowly stroking herself. I cut the first card in five pieces. “In January I was still dating Carl. We had been together almost six months. He is a banker and we got together every Friday night and Saturday night.”

“What did he like doing to you?”

“He liked doggy sex the best. He also liked spanking me while he fucked me that way.”

“What did you like best about him as a lover?”

“He always made sure I came, Nick.”

“What was the worst thing about Carl?”

“He didn’t always shave and I would get whisker burns almost every weekend. They hurt, Nick.”

“Did he ask you to suck his cock?”

“Yes, Nick.”

“Did you swallow?”

“Yes, Nick.” She was still stroking herself, but faster now and I could hear the wet sounds she made.

“Did he wear a condom each time?”

“No. You know I can’t get pregnant and after we had been together a few months he promised that ours was an exclusive relationship.”

“Why did the relationship end?”

“One Friday night he didn’t come over. I called his house and a woman answered. I found out he was fucking her and had decided he liked her more than me. We were done.”

“When did it end?”

“March. Near the end of March.”

“And then?”

“In April I met John. He took me out a few times and then we went on a three day cruise to Mexico. We shared a cabin and we spent a lot of time in the cabin.”

“You fucked all the way to Mexico?”

“And all the way back! It was fun.”

“Describe John.”

“Easy. Every time I looked at him I thought I was looking at you.”

“Nice. What did he like doing to you?”

“The man wanted to eat me for hours. His appetite for my juices was incredible!” Her fingers were plunging in and out of her channel as her thumb bumped her exposed clit. The orgasmic blush extended down her chest just past her nipples. I watched her hand for a few moments.

“What did you like to do to him?”

“I liked to tease him. Sometimes, when we went to dinner, I wouldn’t wear underwear or a bra and I would give him peeks of my bits while we were in public.”

“What did he do that you didn’t like?”

“He pestered me every time we were together to let him fuck my ass.”

“You know I am going to fuck your ass, don’t you?”

“Yes, Nick. I thought about that when I was signing the papers in your office.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“I think it is disgusting! Filthy! I don’t know why men want that.”

“When the time comes you will ask me to have you there. It isn’t tonight. Tell me more about John.”

“We moved in together in June. In July we had a party and during the party he had sex with his brother’s wife. His brother watched and invited me to join in. I moved out the next day.”

“Why didn’t you join in?”

“He wanted me to eat his wife as my boyfriend was fucking her! I’m not a lesbian! He also wanted me to fuck him and suck my boyfriend! I don’t do that.”

“Correction. You haven’t done that yet. You may do that, if I ask you.”

“Yes, Nick.” Her tone and body language told me she hated the idea and was saying “Yes” for now. I knew she was thinking about running away from me as soon as she knew she was out of debt. So far she was not a willing slave. She had signed the contract but didn’t really understand it. She thought she did.

“Did he hurt you?”

“Emotionally, yes. Physically, no.”

“Have zeytinburnu escort you seen him since you moved out?”

“Yes. Twice. He was with his brother and another woman. He smiled at me and blew me a kiss. We didn’t talk.”

“Anyone else?”

“Yes. Three weeks ago I went out with two women from work and we went dancing and drinking. I went home with a stranger and we fucked.”

“Your place or his?”

“Holiday Inn in Long Beach.”

“One night stand?”

“Yes. I don’t even know his name.”

Her hand had stopped. The blush was going away.

“Is he the last?”

“Yes.”

“You stopped masturbating. You know better.” Her fingers resumed stroking her sex.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yes, I’m sure. I want you to cum. I want you to cum in the next five minutes. If you do I will let you sleep with me tonight. If you don’t you will sleep on the floor and you will not have an orgasm tonight.” I looked at my watch and said, “The five minutes starts now.”

Kay closed her eyes and used both hands at her pussy. One pumped fingers in and out of her opening and the other drew circles around her clit. I watched and when the five minutes were up she was close.

“Stop! Kay stop!” She didn’t stop. Her fingers kept up their action. Her eyes opened and she said, “I’m so close! I must finish!”

I dropped to the floor next to her and slapped her belly hard with the flat of my hand. The sound and shock stopped her. I lifted her hands and she burst into tears.

“A slave obeys. What you want is no longer what is most important. You must learn that. It can be learned easily or painfully. It appears you have chosen painfully. Get up.”

Holding her hands I helped her up. She resisted but half-heartedly. I led her to the bedroom and into the bathroom. I sat her on the toilet and said, “Between now and tomorrow morning this is your opportunity to pee in the toilet. Otherwise you will wet yourself and have a mess to clean up in the morning. It took her almost a minute to let go, but she did pee. I wiped her and took her back in the bedroom, where I spread a blanket on the floor. I had her lay on it. I gave her a pillow for under her head and then put a pair of cuffs for her wrists and cuffed her wrists to the bed frame. She watched with wide eyes but did not speak. I went to the other bedroom and came back with two more cuffs and a spreader bar. When attached she could move a little but she could not touch her pussy.

She looked up at me in fear. She was helpless and she knew it. In a nearby chest I found a ball gag and showed it to her.

“This is a ball gag. It doesn’t make it hard to breathe but it does muffle any screams or crying. If you are quiet I will leave the ball gag here on the chest. If you are noisy I will put it on you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Nick.” There was anger and pleading in her voice. After I put the ball gag on the chest I pulled a chair near her and sat down.

“Do you think I am doing this because I enjoy it?”

“Yes! If you cared for me at all you would have let me cum!”

“I wanted you to cum. I also want you to learn obedience. When you learn obedience I promise the orgasms will be better than they have ever been. Would you like a blanket over you or are you comfortable as you are?”

“I am not comfortable! I’m tied to the bed and my legs are spread! How can I be comfortable?”

“I referred to temperature. You will find that obedience increases comfort as well.”

I shut off the room light as I went out. I watched some television and near midnight I went in and went to bed. She did not wake me during the night. When the alarm woke me I shut it off and checked on her.

Kay looked up at me with swollen eyes. She had cried some during the night. I let her up, removed the cuffs and left them on the floor.

“Use the bathroom.” In a flash she was inside and I heard her release her stream. When she flushed I said, “Start the shower.” When the water was warm I took her in the shower and washed her. I asked if she would wash me and she did. I shaved. I touched her pussy and she was smooth. She said, “Laser treatments. I won’t ever grow hair there.”

“Good.” We dried off and I sent her to make breakfast. I dressed for the day and went out to find that she had the table set and breakfast on the table.

“I feel badly about last night, Nick. I was crazy to cum!”

“No one has ever stopped you from having what you want when you want it. You were unwilling to have me take care of you. You believe you know better than me what is best for you. I was hoping you were ready to move farther but I must start your training at an even more elementary level. The things I was going to have you do today will need to happen another day. You are not ready for freedom of any kind yet.”

We were finished eating. Kay cleaned up and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. I led her back into the bedroom and pointed to the blanket on the floor. She started to cry.

“I cannot leave you free in the house. You will dress and run away. I will need to spend time and money to get you back and then I will need to punish you. I have no interest in punishing you. You signed an agreement that the best lawyers in the country have looked at and agreed cannot be broken. You are mine. Today I want you here on the floor and thinking about being a willing slave. I don’t want you masturbating so you get the cuffs and spreader bar.”

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Kitten Takes Control

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Hot and sweaty from a friendly game of tennis, I invited him back to my place for a quick shower. Sliding his arm around my waist, he readily agreed, nibbling at my neck. I giggled in response and led the way.

As I watched him undress in my bathroom, I stared unashamedly at his sculpted body. What a fine specimen of man this was. ‘How did I ever get this lucky?’ I wondered to myself, licking my lips.

“You are joining me, aren’t you, kitten?” he asked, reaching out to pull me against his nakedness. He reached into my hair and released the clip holding it up and off my neck. As it cascaded down around my shoulders, he kissed me, a soft sensuous kiss that nearly buckled my knees.

His hands made quick work of shedding me of my clothing and soon I was bared for his inspection. He devoured me with a hot molten gaze and I knew in that instant I had to have him…but on my terms. The shower would just have to wait.

“Do you trust me?” I purred softly as I licked from his earlobe slowly along his jaw to his luscious pouty lips. He closed his eyes and breathed in sharply as I closed my teeth over his lower lip before I released it, running my tongue gently where my teeth had been.

“Of course I do, kitten. Implicitly,” he replied breathlessly, his hands caressing their way from my shoulders to my hands. He entwined his fingers in mine and brought one hand to his lips. I felt the gooseflesh rise along my skin as he brushed his lips against my hand, his eyes locked onto mine. The hunger I saw there heated me through instantly and I knew I was going to enjoy this night.

I smiled seductively at him and began walking backwards toward my four-poster bed. He followed willingly, his eyes raking my body as I swayed before him.

“Lie down like a good boy,” I prompted him, standing to the side as he climbed onto the bed and did my bidding.

“Aren’t you joining me, love?” he pouted as I walked to the dresser near the foot of the bed. But he stayed where he was bid, lying on his back, so beautifully displaying his tanned sculpted body against the white sheets.

“Soon, darling, soon. You must be patient,” I answered as I reached into the dresser drawer. I pulled out four silk ties and turned back to the bed.

His gaze darted to the material in my hands and then back to my eyes, and I saw a mixture of excitement and fear flash across his face. “Now, kitten, what have you got planned for me?” he murmured with a thick, lusty tone.

“You said you trust me, darling. Shhhh.” I slowly approached, draping the ties around my neck. As I reached his left hand, I took it gently in my own and stretched it up over his head. To his credit, he only resisted for a second, perhaps only an instinctual reaction. He then gave himself over, allowing me to place his arm in an outstretched position. I removed one of the ties from levent escort my neck and bound his wrist, not too tightly but enough to prevent his hand from slipping through anytime soon. I then attached the tie to the corner post at a comfortable angle, again securing it soundly.

I looked at him through the drape of my hair that had fallen against my eyes and saw a look of such desire in his eyes that I trembled. I placed my lips against his upturned wrist and began trailing kisses across his arm, lightly licking, suckling, and nipping my way past his elbow, up his biceps, across his shoulder, teasing his clavicle. My hair trailed along behind my soft mouth and I heard him moan deeply, almost a growl reverberating in his throat.

I worked my way across to his right side, repeating my path but in reverse, teeth nipping at his clavicle and his shoulder, tongue running along his biceps and elbow, lips suckling at his wrist and palm. I once again placed the next tie around his wrist in an identical pattern, binding him securely. There was no hesitation this time, however, as he placed his arm for me in the position he knew I desired. I graced him with a smile as I tied his restraint to the bedpost.

I could hear his breathing, ragged and rapid, as he struggled to remain passive despite his heightened desire. As I turned my gaze toward his lower body, I felt my own breathing catch and then increase at the sight of his erection. His cock was taut and firm, rising from his bronzed skin as if a prize waiting to be claimed. I licked my lips in anticipation and knew he had seen when his cock instantly jerked even tauter in reaction, almost as if beckoning me to it.

I laughed softly and turned my attention back to his face. “I see you are liking my plan so far,” I whispered to him as I lowered my head to his chest.

“Oh, Christ,” he gasped as my teeth bit at his right nipple, my tongue swirling around it. With slow, teasing motions, I moved my mouth down his side, skimming his ribs, nibbling his hipbone, licking his outer thigh, kissing his calf. As I removed the third tie from my neck and wrapped it around his ankle, I suckled each toe gently into my mouth, one by one.

His eyes closed, he murmured, “You’re killing me, kitten”. I stretched his leg towards the corner post at the foot of the bed and attached the binding to it. I felt his leg flex, testing the bond that held it. I licked my tongue down the length of the sole of his foot and was rewarded by a spasmodic jerk.

“Ah, ticklish then, are we?” I said with a husky laugh. “I’ll have to remember that for later…” I began my return journey up his inner leg this time, calf to knee to thigh. He arched his hips from the bed as my breath spread across his groin. Again I stared hungrily at his massive shaft, thrusting cihangir escort before me and begging to be touched, in any manner at all. I fought the urge to take it into my mouth, the primal need that surged up within me, and continued upward.

I paused at his navel, dipping my tongue into his belly button. I took two larger bites of his tender skin, one on each side, followed by soothing licks of my tongue. He struggled at his wrist bonds then, a growl emanating from deep in his chest. I flashed my eyes upwards to his, which were burning with a smouldering desire that sent shock waves instantly to my pussy.

“Careful now, darling, you don’t want to break my bed,” I purred at him as I moved toward his left nipple. I straddled his stomach briefly as I crossed his body, lightly rubbing my pussy lips against his skin. Sensation danced through me and I wondered how much longer I could last. I noticed my inability to linger too long at his nipple, although I did pay it the proper attention it deserved.

He seemed torn between lying his head back, eyes closed, enjoying the sensations my ministrations were causing to course through him and raising his head to watch me with a lust-filled gaze. I worked my way down his left side as before, staying to the outside and well away from where we both wanted my lips and teeth and tongue to be so badly.

I reached his ankle a bit quicker than before and secured the final tie around it. Soon he was bound securely to the bed by all four limbs, completely exposed and vulnerable to my will. I knelt at the foot of the bed, between his bound feet, and stared at his magnificent body.

Finally, I began my ascent, my mouth working along the inside of his left leg. When I drew close to his groin, I flicked my tongue out, caressing his balls lightly. He bucked his hips from the bed in response. Enjoying the total control I had, I reached my hand out to his rigid staff, stroking it softly with my fingertips, tickling at his taut skin. I placed soft feathery kisses on his shaft, first on one side, then the tip, then the other side, at varying angles, always with the lightest breath of a touch.

As he thrust his pelvis up to encourage more contact, he twisted and squirmed against his bindings. I knew I was driving him crazy and I smiled at him devilishly as I licked my tongue up the length of his cock, lingering at the tip with a sensual swirling motion.

“Kitten, please,” he whispered, drawing my gaze to his face. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

I could no longer deny either of us. I took his engorged cock into my mouth, hearing him cry out as I did. I breathed in deeply, the masculine scent of him filling my senses.

“Fuck me, kitten,” he pleaded, his voice raw with passion.

With a mischievous grin, I answered feriköy escort him. “Soon, love, very soon.” I felt more juices flow from my pussy as I devoured him hungrily, reveling in the sight, the sound, the taste, the smell, the feel of his maleness.

When I could take no more torture myself, I lifted my head and locked my eyes on his. I positioned myself across his hips and gripped his cock as I lowered my pussy down onto it. We cried out in unison as, with a strong upward thrust, he filled me completely. I ground down against him, taking all of that magnificent shaft into me.

I closed my eyes and began to ride him, raising and lowering myself in an exquisite rhythm that thrilled us both. In my passion, I reached my hands up into my hair, pulling it back from my shoulders and neck.

“God, yes, kitten, you are so beautiful,” he gasped out to me. “You look perfect like that, riding my cock, holding your hair up. I want to touch you so badly…”

“Tell me, darling, tell me,” I begged. “Tell me where you want your hands.”

“On your tits,” he breathed, matching my rhythm with his thrusting hips. I lowered my hands and grasped my breasts, caressing, squeezing. “Yes, kitten, like that…just like that. Pinch your nipples for me, baby. God, you are so sexy.”

“Oh, tell me more, love.” I felt such a heat building inside me, I knew my climax wasn’t far away. I clenched my inner muscles around his cock and was rewarded with a sharp intake of his breath.

“Touch yourself, kitten. Rub your clit for me. I want to feel it between my fingers.”

As I reached one hand down to our joined bodies, I watched his burning eyes follow it. I began rubbing my swollen clit as he asked. I was soon grasped by an intense wave of pleasure that washed over me. I threw my head back and cried out as I came, my orgasm exploding inside me and clenching at his shaft buried deep within me.

With one more upward thrust, his entire body tensed beneath me and a feral cry erupted from him. I moaned with sensual pleasure as I felt my own juices drenching us both. I rode him as my orgasm slowly subsided and felt his hot cum pumping into me, penetrating my deep recesses. It seemed to last such a sweet long time as he released the tremendous tension I had built within him, as we both reached this ecstasy I had taken us to. I collapsed against his chest, my hair spilling across us both.

I lay there on him as our breathing gradually eased and returned to a more normal pattern. I lifted my head enough to look at his face and see the sated smile he wore. He raised his head from the bed to close the distance between us and kissed me gently. A soft sigh escaped my lips and I reached to unbind first one wrist and then the other.

His hands went to my hair, where he buried them. “You are absolutely amazing, kitten,” he whispered, his eyes roving my face.

“No, darling, it is the two of us together. WE are amazing,” I whispered back. He pulled my mouth firmly to his. As he ravished me with his lips, tongue, and teeth, I moaned contentedly against him.

He pulled back enough to breathe, “Oh, kitten, I love hearing you purr.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Julie is Sold to Mistress Amanda

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Julie followed behind her beloved Madame as they walked up the steps. Julie had worked at Madame’s brothel since she turned 18. She remembered how she went to Madame after she was thrown out of her house. Julie’s mum caught her in bed with her father and was furious and made Julie leave. After a brief stint as a street walker Julie was brought to Madame and Madame let Julie stay as a whore all these years.

Now Madame is going to finally retire, but before she does, she wants to make sure her favorite whore is well taken care of. Julie is a sissy CD that is both lovely and talented. Though she is 58 and her tits sag a bit now, men still look at her and long to be fucking her. The little “something extra” that Julie had between her legs never stopped men or other women from fucking her.

Madame led Julie up the stairs tugging on the leash that was attached to her collar. After knocking a stunning woman answered the door and Madame and the woman hugged and gave each other a deep kiss. When the kiss was broken, Madame looked at Julie and said “Julie, this woman is Amanda. From this point on, you will address her as ‘Mistress.’ I have made all the necessary arrangements of selling you to her. You will serve her as you have served me all these years.” Without hesitation, Julie dropped to her hands and knees and kissed the feet of the Mistress. Julie then looked up and was obviously confused but was trained to know never to speak to a Dominant without permission.

Amanda saw the confused look on Julie’s face so Madame explained. “Though I never called Julie a ‘slave,’ there was never any doubt that she was. I have had complete control of her life since she was 18. Trust me Amanda; this girl has the mindset of a slave. She will obey you without question.”

With that Madame signed the ownership papers giving the Domme full ownership and control of Julie. Julie was now, as she has always been, a slave. Julie was just property to be transferred from one owner to another. Madame stepped in front of Julie and gave her one last kiss. “I love you little one, I always have and always will.”

With that Madame gave the leash to Mistress. All the women sensed the power of the moment. Mistress said “I made a promise to you Madame. I will cherish this slave and use her as you have intended. She will be well cared for and I will take good care of her.” Madame smiled sadly and left. The image of Mistress Amanda holding Julie’s leash will always remain in her mind.

Julie kept her head submissively lowered until Mistress put a finger under her chin and forced her to look up. What Julie saw pleased her. The Mistress had an athlete’s body; tall, lithe, smallish tits and her face framed by her eye glasses over her beautiful brown eyes. The Domme wore a shirt skirt that showed off her long legs. Though she was only about 5’6,” her heels made he look etiler escort close to 6′. Julie would later learn the Domme was almost 50, but looked to be in her 30’s.

“Julie, I would like to inspect my newest piece of property dear. Put your hands behind you back.”

Julie obeyed and the Domme placed a pair of leather cuffs on her and then took the slave to her basement. There Julie saw all sorts of wicked devices; obviously Mistress Amanda was a sadist. Mistress placed a chain to Julie’s bound wrists. The chain was attached to a pulley and the Mistress started to pull the chain upwards. Mistress was pleased to see the pain in the slave’s face as the chained lifted her arms painfully behind her back. Just as it felt that her arms were going to be ripped from their sockets, Mistress stopped.

Mistress then pulled Julie’s knickers down and inspected the girl’s arse. Mistress was pleased at the creamy whiteness of her arse and the soft feel of her arse cheeks. Mistress slipped a finger into the Julie’s arse and was pleased that Madame had already lubricated Julie for inspection. Mistress rolled her finger up and around and then pulled her finger out. She sniffed at her finger and smiled at the fresh scent. “Madame was kind enough to make sure you were nice and clean for me, I appreciate her thoughtfulness.”

Next Mistress reached for Julie’s clit and expertly rolled it between her fingers. In spite of her best efforts not to, Julie became hard. “That is okay little one. I do not expect you to be able to resist your natural sexual urges.”

Julie nodded. The pain from this awkward position was quite intense. If the Mistress noticed or even cared about Julie’s pain, it failed to show on her face. Mistress then pulled Julie’s blouse up and cut her bra off. Julie’s 36D tits hung low and swayed. Mistress cupped them and then pinched and twisted her nipples. Julie whimpered but did not scream. “Most impressive. Do you wish to speak girl?”

Julie nodded and the Mistress gave her consent. “Thank you Mistress. Madame had the doctor change my fem meds a bit to increase the size of my breasts for you. I hope this pleases you.”

Mistress smiled “It does please me dear. I especially like how long your nipples are. Now let’s test you girl.” Mistress reached for a pair of nipple clamps and applied them That was painful enough, but then she added fishing weights to the clamps and both women could see how distorted her nipples became as the weights pulled brutally hard on Julie’s nipples. Tears formed in Julie’s eyes and then dripped to the floor. That obviously pleased Mistress.

The Domme then moved behind Julie and slipped a cord around the tip of Julie’s clit and added weight to that as well. Satisfied that Julie was being hurt and not injured, Mistress stepped behind Julie. bağcılar escort The next thing the sissy heard was the sound of the cane as it cut viciously through the air. The pain Julie felt was beyond words. As Julie danced from the agony, the weights pulled on her clit and nipples causing the girl to scream out in exquisite agony. Mistress did not count, but by the time she was done the poor girl’s arse was bright red with beautiful stripes on it.

Mistress Amanda just stood there and let the orgasm sweep over her body. Julie’s pain pleased and excited her. She then knelt in front of the girl and smiled and kissed her face, tasting the salty tears. “You have given me a great deal of pleasure already girl.” Mistress reached for the slave ownership papers and said gently. “As a reward for your service I will give you a choice. I will rip up the papers and you can go free. Madame has told me your years as a whore have made you a wealthy woman. You can enjoy your wealth and freedom, or you can remain my slave. You may speak.”

Julie looked up. Her hair was matted from sweat and tears. “Mistress, I belong to you now. There is nowhere else I would rather be.” Mistress smiled and then removed the weights and untied the poor girl. “Take off your clothes Julie.” Julie learned a long time ago that a slave is not entitled to shame or privacy and soon with the exception of her stockings and suspenders, stood bare arsed naked in front of the Domme. Mistress attached the leash to Julie’s collar and led her Julie to the Domme’s bedroom. When they walked in Julie saw an older, good looking man tied nude to a chair, his cock hard and pointing straight up.

Laying and tied to the bed was a much younger man with a very large cock also very hard. Mistress pointed to the chair. “That is my slave husband he enjoys watching me with other men. The young man on the bed is only 19 and has a thing for older dominant women. I was riding his cock when Madame and you knocked on the door. He was about to cum when I got off him. Do me a favor Julie; finish him off with your sissy hole.”

Julie turned to the Mistress and curtsied submissively. Then she went to the bed and slowly mounted the young man, impaling herself on his cock. Once the man was balls deep in Julie’s sissy hole, Julie leaned forward and let her tits dangle in his face. “Please Sir, bite me, and hurt me.” Not needing to be told twice the young man brutally started to bite her nipples. Mistress marveled at Julie’s ability to withstand pain as Mistress remembered Julie nipples had just be brutalized moments ago.

Julie was obviously an experienced whore as she slowly rolled her hips to savor every inch of his cock, More importantly Mistress could see and hear that the young man was enjoying the expert fucking he was receiving. Mistress casually topkapı escort lifted her dress and then pulled her knickers down. For the first time Julie caught a glimpse of Mistress’ trimmed pussy.

Finally Julie started to clench on the man’s cock with her sissy hole and knew he was about to erupt. When he did erupt it seemed like a gallon of cum was being poured into the girl’s “cunt.” About the time the man came, Mistress moaned loudly and smiled at Julie as the force of the orgasm hit the Domme.

Once the man was done spurting, Mistress said to Julie. “Get off of him and offer your arse to my slave husband.” Julie got off his cock and blushed as the cum dripped down her thighs on to her stockings and garters. She bent over and offered slave husband her nasty bum. In seconds she was moaning as the slave used his tongue to lap out the cum. Before Julie knew what was happening, her clit exploded and made a mess on the floor. After Julie settled down, she dropped to her knees to lick the floor clean. Before leaving, she turned and suckled the husband’s cock and he had an intense cum which Julie swallowed easily. Mistress smiled “Madame has trained you well. Untie both the men and then meet me in the living room.

Once she untied them, Julie went to the living room and saw Mistress Amanda nude on the couch. Julie quickly knelt in front of Mistress Amanda. “The offer still stands Julie. I am very impressed and as a reward I will free you. Understand though, if you turn me down again, you will never be a free woman.” Julie asked for permission to speak. Mistress responded “Slave from this point on, if you wish to speak, look at me and I will allow it.’ Julie looked at her new Mistress and said “In my heart of hearts I have always been a slave girl. So long as you are my Mistress, I want to be a slave YOUR slave. I pledge to you my life and body.” Mistress hooked her finger under Julie’s collar and pulled her to her feet. She turned Julie around and tied her wrists tightly. Mistress looked at Julie and smiled. Both women had tears in their eyes as they kissed. The kiss was long, passionate and loaded with undercurrents of sexuality, dominance and submission.

Then Mistress gently lowered Julie to her knees. Mistress spread her legs wide in front of her new slave. Mistress Julie had a moment to admire and inhale the sweet fragrance of Mistress’ juices. “I am sure you know what to do dear.” Julie pushed her tongue deep inside her pussy and soon had the Domme cumming and sweating on the couch.

After the two of them had a moment to calm down, Mistress took Julie’s leash and led her back into the bedroom. Both the men were gone and the sheets had been changed. The Domme and slave lay down together and had a long sensual discussion about their future together. Finally they snuggled up and fell into a deep slumber. Tomorrow would start Julie’s new life with her amazing Mistress.

This story was written in honor of the two most important women in my life. Madame raised me from the age of 18 to be the woman, slave and whore that I am now. Mistress Amanda has taken control of my life and is leading it in a new direction. This story is lovingly dedicated to the both.

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He had ruled as king for five years. He was a just man and acknowledged by all of his subjects as a good and fair ruler. Married one year ago, he wed out of love rather than for the customary family ties. Devoted to his new Queen, the king was smitten by her long, sexy legs, blond hair and overall beauty and charm. They met at a royal party and within minutes, the king had become instantly entranced with her quick wit, smooth grace and overall loveliness. Well within the evening, he wanted her and after a quick and intense courtship he succeeded in his dream.

It didn’t take long for him to discover she was everything he had imagined and more. Erotic and sensual nights became the norm and she led him to greater pleasures than he had ever experienced. With the talent of a courtesan she taught him the tantalizing build-up of slow seduction and the art of pleasing a woman. The king was used to simple, normal intercourse and was unaccustomed to such pleasures. No longer were the nights fast and brutal, throwing the woman on the bed and thrusting like a bull. With her, he learned how to tease a woman, bring her along slowly. For the first time he learned how to effectively use his mouth and tongue on her breasts.

And finally, ultimately, she taught him how to fulfill a woman’s desire with his tongue between her legs. The king showed he was an eager and efficient student, following her explicit instructions to the letter.

From the very first time they were together she led the way. Soon, it was a basic part of the ritual for his head to be buried between her legs as a prelude to every sexual act. Accustomed to his own way, nonetheless he began to look forward to the ritual. Pleasing her with his mouth and tongue became second nature to him and he enjoyed the devotion as much as she did. Hours were spent worshipping her exquisite body as he lavished her skin with soft kisses and oral adoration. The delicious pleasure of pleasuring her was consuming him.

Every taste, every caress became an aphrodisiac to his senses. The king spent countless hours devouring her exquisite lusciousness with his mouth. Soon, his needs—the actual eruption—became secondary to the act of pleasing her.

Often as he entered the bedchambers after a day of regal decisions, he would find her attired in sheer robes that seemed to accent her nudity rather than show it. Immediately he would forget all kingly appearances as he lusted after her, his eager mouth salivating in raw desire. As he desired nothing more than to please her, she would subtly tease him, the robe revealing glimpses of bare skin as she walked around.

After a chase, with promises of more jewelry, he attained his goal and his head would be between her legs, mouth on her groin, and her long, slinky, sexy legs wrapped over his shoulders. In this servile position he found himself becoming increasingly harder and harder. It took all of his self control not to explode against the bed as she climaxed in his mouth.

As a favor to him, sometimes she would grant him extra kisses to her blessed womanhood after she had finished cumming. At these times, she allowed the king to savor her sweet juices as he softly lapped. It was times like this when it became increasingly more difficult not to climax as he rubbed against the bed, getting closer and closer to his own orgasm.

The king didn’t realize it but the more time he spent pleasing the Queen with his mouth, the less often she let him enter her. Satisfied by his oral ravishments, she would often roll over and go to sleep. The king would continue his soft caresses and lust after her with all of his heart and soul. He ruled the kingdom but it was becoming apparent she reigned within the bedchambers.

Because of the Queens one-sided lovemaking, the king was in a constant state of arousal. He wanted her all the time but was experiencing less and less actual sexual consummations. In a manner he had never felt before, the longing for her only fueled his obsession. She soon made it clear her body was available but only on her terms. Needing her beyond all decency, the king accepted her every rule. It seemed the less she gave him, the more he was aroused.

During the day, the king made many decisions concerning the fate of his people. In fact, his decisions affected the course of nations. But at night, in the bedroom, he didn’t rule—he sought only to fulfill her desires, no matter how demeaning they became.

When first married he didn’t expect the relationship to turn out the way it did but, once started, he was unable to stop beyoğlu escort the slow descent. Most every night, the king stalked to the bedchambers intending to fulfill his lust for sexual intercourse. Invariably his noble intentions ended differently.

After a particularly grueling and frustrating day, the king vowed he would conquer the Queen and consummate the evening with a bout of raw, unbridled sex. His turgid member reminded him throughout the day of his carnal need.

As he entered their bedroom he spotted her sitting—almost posing—before a mirror, applying some rouge to her beautiful face. A lovely gown parted at the bottom, revealing her long, sensual legs. The robe was open a bit at the top, barely concealing her delectable breasts. Just the sight of her overwhelming beauty and sensuality was enough for the king to forget his vow. From deep within, he longed to caress her beautiful body with kisses. Turning seductively towards him, the gown falling from her legs, the Queen teased him with the revealing vision. His knees weakened, as he wanted nothing more than to run his lips up those lanky legs to the very site of her womanhood.

“How did it go today?” she asked as she calmly brushed her long blond hair. His mouth dried suddenly. His usual fluent tongue was at a loss for words.

“Fine…” he stammered. She turned slowly towards him, knowing how her body excited him. Only a very small part of the robe covered her now. Crossing one leg over the other, she knew how to control him. Slowly and casually rotating one leg, in a hypnotic manner, she ensnared him with the sensual exposure.

“My king, I need a new wardrobe. I hardly have anything to wear,” she stated. For a moment, he seemed to recall talking to her about the burden her needs taxed on his treasuries, then as she drew one leg up onto the chair, grasping it with her hands, accenting the area he craved, his mind had no room for anything but tasting her beloved queenly sex.

“Of course. Take out what you need,” he muttered as he lowered himself to his knees in front of her. His beseeching arms sought her legs, as his worshipful lips caressed the inside of her smooth thigh. As a king, he had never before knelt to anyone yet here he was, kneeling before this goddess—his sole thought only to please her. Above him, hidden by his bowed head, she smiled with the knowledge of his surrender.

Keeping her legs pressed tightly, denying him from traveling upward, she asked. “What is it that you want, sire?” There was a hint of patronizing in her tone.

“Please,” he whispered. “Please, may I kiss you?” His harsh and pleading voice had nothing of a kingly nature.

“Kiss me? That’s all you desire? Your Queen is almost naked before you and all you want to do is kiss me?”

“Please.” The sound was raspy. “Please, let me kiss you. There, where you like it so much,” he pleaded, the need almost too great.

“Sire, you are a King yet you kneel to me, your Queen. Aren’t I supposed to be on my knees before you?”

Instead of righteous indignation, the once proud king allowed the wave of submission to flow over him.

“Please. Let me kiss you.” His lips sought his reward yet were thwarted by her strong thighs.

“Kiss me? Nothing more? Shouldn’t a king be demanding what he wants? Not on his knees begging like a lowly slave.” She lifted his head with her hand grabbing hold of his hair. She gazed deeply into his eyes. “Are you sure that’s all you desire?”

“Please. I want to please you. I want only to kiss you in the special way you like.” She tousled his hair the way an adult would a little boy and walked to the bed. He remained on his knees watching and waiting.

“Come, sire. Come to your Queen,” she commanded as she leaned back on the bed, her legs spreading seductively. He rose to follow. “No,” she halted him in his tracks with her demand. He stopped suddenly, frozen by her directive. “If your want is so great then you must prove it. You must crawl to your Queen; show her that you are willing to submit.”

A sudden shot of anger rose in the king’s throat, the audacity of her ultimatum igniting what little bit of pride he had left. Any of his subjects would be summarily imprisoned for speaking to him in such a way. Struggling with the burden of his office his mind deliberated on her words. Knowing he should stand, conquer the disloyal woman, his eyes returned to the blessed junction between her legs.

All notions of imperial command disappeared as he observed the merter escort display before him. The Queen slowly lifted the gown away from her body, exposing the treasure of her breasts and further showing her beloved shrine.

The sight of her prize was too much and without a thought of the implications of his behavior he began crawling toward his goal. Never had he done anything like this before but the heavenly reward was too great. His lips and tongue sought the haven as he barely heard her comment.

“That’s a good slave. You’ll learn. You’ll learn.”

The next day the king could hardly focus. With half an ear, he listened to various court proceedings. His mind wandered from the dull session as he tried to cope with contradictory emotions. Frustration and embarrassment filled one side of the argument as he acknowledged that as a king, a man, and a husband he should demand from his Queen rightful privileges. He recalled the nights where she assumed a position beneath him, willingly accepting his thrusts as he entered and conquered her sweet womanhood.

Excitement fueled by humiliation presented the other side. He remembered the prior night so well as he brought her to three delicious climaxes with his talented tongue as he knelt on the floor between her legs. One again, his seed remained trapped inside as his needs were neglected.

Of one thing he was certain. His love was so great that he needed her. He needed her approval and he needed her acceptance. The fact that when he envisioned her great beauty he felt like a lowly serf before her was secondary to his great need. A part of him wanted to surrender everything just to taste the loveliness of her delicious pussy.

After a long and tiring day, judging cases, he was once again filled with kingly desires. With firm resolve, he determined to approach the Queen and demand sexual relief and fulfillment. He swore he would act like the ruler he was and consummate his rights as her liege and as a man.

Striding with the majesty he was known for, he entered their chambers just as the Queen emerged from the bath. Not realizing he was there, the beautiful woman stood slightly bent over, naked, drying her hair. The exhibition was incredible, even more was the vision of her gorgeous buttocks staring him in the face.

His resolve disappearing by the second, the king stood by the door totally mesmerized by the sight, all previous thoughts forgotten.

He watched intently as she shook her hair dry. His knees felt weak. He felt lost. Her beautiful derriere swayed back and forth as she toweled her long hair dry. Finishing the task she finally noticed him. With one glance she recognized where his eyes were focused. She remained motionless for long moments while his eyes stayed riveted on her glorious fanny. Provocatively, the Queen bent further, very slowly, while observing the effect her exposed backside had on him. Ending the display, she turned towards him, covering herself with the towel.

“You wish something, sire?” She drew out the word sire, almost mocking him, knowing he would be unable to speak. With the grace of a model, she strode towards the bed, dropping the towel along the way. The king started towards her but was stopped by a wave of her hand.

Spreading her lovely legs to reveal the gates of heaven, the Queen pointed to the floor. Obeying immediately, the king dropped to his knees and crawled to the bed. She motioned him to join her on the bed where his lips found his reward. Hesitating no longer, the king licked and sucked with the talent she taught him. His artful kisses led her to a glorious climax. Her lovely legs were wrapped over his shoulders. The erotic condition made him stiff and hard as he rubbed against the bed.

Satisfied with his oral worship, the Queen pushed him away. His lips craved contact with her and followed as she slowly rolled to her side.

“Are you still eager to please me, sire?” she mocked again, reminding him who was in charge. With his mouth still glued to her blessed fount, the king glanced up. The Queen wore an evil, contemptible sneer on her face as she watched him. With his mouth and lips covered with her precious juices, the king acknowledged his need to serve her and he nodded meekly.

“Then serve your Queen as she desires.”

As the words left her mouth she rolled on her stomach. The gorgeous mounds of her smooth buttocks appeared before his face. The king was torn, his dignity battling his desire. He gazed at the soft, beautiful slopes, güngören escort his mouth watering. The image of her bending over at the bath came back to him. A wicked lust overwhelmed him and he felt the overwhelming need to kiss her delectable ass.

With a mind of its own, his tongue snaked from his mouth and gently licked the soft skin of one of her cheeks. Desire conquered and he sought the crevice. With adoring hands, the king pried the cheeks apart and explored the depths within. She thrust back at him, ensnaring his tongue deep within her hole. Suddenly, as he demonstrated his absolute devotion, the pent up seed exploded against the bed as he climaxed mightily.

She granted him some time to kiss and worship as he came down from the emotional high he just experienced. He fell asleep, his mouth glued to her beloved ass.

When he awoke the Queen was gone. Rising from a restful sleep the king went about the day in a state of confusion. On one hand, because of the release, he felt sated, but one the other, because of what he did, he felt totally debased.

The agonizing day proceeded slowly while he attempted to console himself with what he had done. He was king and yet he had subjected himself to achieving sexual satisfaction while kissing and worshipping his Queen’s ass. The mere idea was beneath him as the leader of the land. Just the notion caused him suffering. What he had done was not right.

As the day ticked by the king no longer dwelled on the humiliation, instead he remembered how wonderful it felt licking her there, how satisfying it was to climax while subjecting himself to his Queen’s royal rear end.

Feeling guilt, he tried to remove such thoughts from his head. He must, as a king, reassert his proper role in the relationship. Tonight he would, he pledged to himself. Tonight, his lance will thrust within her queenly virtue.

Later, the king entered the bedchamber feeling very confident. He would no longer submit to her wiles. She is only a woman, a mere subject, after all.

The Queen surprised him, greeting her sire with a kiss, melting into his arms and molding to his body. He reacted immediately and his manhood filled and became aroused. She withdrew from the embrace and went to the bed.

“I have mistreated you, sire. It is time I renewed my role as your wife. Come, let us enjoy ourselves the way we did as newlyweds.”

Rejoicing in the ease of her surrender, he lay upon her and kissed her deeply. As his weapon enlarged, he worked his way down from her mouth to tease her neck. The valley alongside her shoulder tasted wonderful. From there it was but a short distance to her ample breasts, where he feasted on the excited nipples, craving the haven between.

While teasing and playing with the reactive teats, the king felt her insistent hands push him further down her gorgeous body until his lips found her lower lips. Although he initially vowed to avoid the trap between her legs, he found himself succumbing to the sweet temptation. He relished the exotic taste and submitted to her desire.

As his mouth found her womanhood he acknowledged his love for his beautiful Queen. With the taste in his mouth and her perfect pussy responding to his insistent tongue, he accepted his position.

It dawned him that this is where he belonged, here, between her legs, serving her. He realized he would do anything to be at her shrine—the altar where he worshipped. Again and again, she climaxed as he worked his magic on her pussy.

An hour later, after the third orgasm, the Queen made the defining move. Gently holding the king’s head from her pussy, she slowly rolled to her stomach, offering her ass for his adoration.

This time there was no hesitation on his part. He was hooked and he no longer cared. And she knew it.

From that day on, he was king in name only. When the work ended each evening, he would crawl to the Queen’s service. She was the one in command, total command. As ruling Queen, she made all the decisions, he merely obeyed. Soon she even sat on the throne, with the former leader at her feet like a lowly slave, eager to obey any and all commands.

Once waited on by everyone in the kingdom, he now performed lowly duties like washing her underwear and helping her dress. As he did the chores, every once in a while, if she was in the mood, the Queen would allow him access to one of her precious areas.

At night the servant would wash her feet, kiss them dry, sucking each toe, slowly working his way upward. Her body was his shrine and he worshipped her.

One night, he was tied under the bed while she enjoyed the services of one of her more worthy subjects. He listened to her groans as the muscular warrior plowed into her above his head.

When the poor subject left, drained and exhausted, the former king accepted a new duty, cleaning his Queen of another’s seed.

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You’ve come to Boston for something work-related. The exact details are lost to me, as I’m so excited by the thought of finally being with you that I can barely pay attention to anything else. Luckily, I manage to remember the name of your hotel and meet you in the lobby Friday evening. I’ve told my wife that a friend was in town for a couple of days and I would be out all night. Not a lie, exactly, so my conscious is relatively clear…

You give me a friendly hug and we head into the hotel bar. One drink leads to another and another as we chat for quite some time. About life, our significant others, children, work, etc. We both know why we’re here, but we don’t want to rush into anything. Our conversation at the bar helps build a level of comfort which will only enhance what happens later. It also allows the anticipation to grow until both of us are half-crazed with desire. Drinking, chatting, flirting, we both know what’s coming, but we don’t want to ruin the moment by talking about it directly or moving too quickly. Lingering touches… your coy laughter… longing glances… a hand on your knee under the table…

Finally, the moment seems right and you take my hand, without a word, and lead me to the elevator. Our silence continues within as another couple also enters and stands in the front. We maintain a discreet distance from each other as the doors close, together but not obviously “together.” The other couple exits the elevator several floors below yours, giving us the opportunity to paw each other passionately while we’re alone. I hold your face in both hands as our lips finally meet, but your hands are exploring my body with a ferocity which only increases my desire for you. I’m surprised to feel your hand squeeze my hardening cock through the fabric of my pants. Unable to help myself, I pause kissing you and let out a low groan as you squeeze hard, making your own hunger obvious. My eyes open to find your starring right back at me, the tip of your tongue slowly tracing the line of your upper lip as your hand continues to massage my tool. About to lose all control, I pull your head back toward mine and kiss you even more passionately than before. I push you up against the rear wall, thankful that this is a very tall building with a very slow elevator, and let the growing heat between your own legs feel my firmness. We continue in this position, grinding into each other with abandon, your hands on my ass pulling me tight against you, until we hear the ding of the elevator announce our arrival at your floor.

Exposed to the world in the hallway, we try to casually make our way to your room, like one friend just making sure the other gets back to her room OK after having a few too many. The energy between us could spark a fire, but we manage to keep our hands off each other until we arrive outside the room. As you turn to unlock the door, I grab you from behind, nuzzling into the back of your neck with my lips as my arms wrap around you. My hands paw madly at your breasts as I nibble gently on the smooth flesh where your shoulder meets your neck, savoring the salty taste of your sweat. We no longer care that we’re still exposed to the world in that hallway. Your left hand grabs the back of my head and pushes it harder into you, your head thrown backwards as your breath escapes you. Your right hand grabs mine, which is squeezing your breast, the nipple hard and obvious even through your dress and your bra. My left hand slowly moves its way down your body, getting closer and closer to where I’ve been dying to touch you all night. I’m pulling your dress up slowly as the door lock clicks, you turn the handle, and we disappear into the room as one, tangled together and lost in the passion.

Our kisses continue as we make quick work of our clothes, our desire far outweighing any thought of a slow reveal. You practically rip my shirt off and begin to kiss my chest. While your hands start to work my belt, I bring your face back up to mine and find the zipper on the back of your dress, pulling it down smoothly. Your dress falls from your shoulders and lands in a pile at your feet. I push you away to take you in, appreciating the beauty of your curves, wanting you even more. My hands are on your hips and I slide them up the smoothness of your back until they find your bra. I kiss hard into your neck as I undo the hooks and push the straps off your shoulders. Your breasts stand revealed and I pause again to take in their majesty. Your nipples are hard and enflamed and I feel them press into me as I pull you close.

I leave your panties on, wanting to leave something to look forward to a little later. You, however, have made quick work of my belt and the button of my pants. You slide down the zipper and then slip in your right hand. I groan again as your fingers encircle my shaft and squeeze gently. You begin to pull on my cock with ever-increasing speed as we continue to stand kissing just inside the hotel room. I can feel my çapa escort passion beginning to peak just as you release my cock and slide your hands around my ass to push my pants to the floor. I stand totally naked before you, my erection crushing up against the silk of your panties as you continue to hold my ass and pull me tightly against your body.

I want you right there, at that moment, more than I have ever wanted any woman in my entire life. I want to throw you on the bed, tear off your panties, and sink my cock deep into your wet and willing pussy. I want to hear your soft groans build to passionate wails as we fuck with wild abandon. I want to hear you scream my name as I gasp yours. I want to feel your body grow tense under mine, shuddering with pleasure as I bring you to orgasm at the same time I explode within you, your legs wrapped tightly around me, not wanting to ever let me go. Right then and right there, I want to be inside you… but you have other ideas.

Instead of the bed, you have me sit down in the desk chair. I try to pull you toward me, but you walk away toward your luggage. I’m confused at first, but my confusion turns to desire as you remove several black silk ties from your bag. I grow even harder as I notice they match perfectly the fabric of your panties. I can’t help but smile as you slowly approach me, and you smile back, obviously looking forward to what is to come.

You lean down and kiss me lightly, just once, then you begin to tie my wrist to the arm of the chair without a word. I start to speak, but you put a finger on my lips to quiet me. As you tie my other wrist to the chair, your breasts hang tantalizingly close to my face. I lean in and gently kiss your left nipple. You don’t pull it away, so I bury my face deeper, flicking the nipple with my tongue before sucking on it hard. Done restraining my arms, you pull my head against your breast and throw your head back in pleasure as I continue to work your nipple with my tongue. You shift to the other side so I can do the same to your right nipple as well, and I lick and suck it until it has grown rock hard and hot in my mouth.

I want more, but you pull away from me and slowly drop to the ground. I look down to see you gently lick the tip of my cock just once before moving down lower to tie my legs to the chair. The silk ties dig deep into my ankles as you bind me tightly, but it only adds to the erotic sensations of the moment. My arms and legs tightly bound, I think you are finished restraining me, but then I notice one more tie in your hands. You let it drift along my body as you slowly walk behind me. For a moment, I feel the silkiness rub against my balls and shaft and I almost cum right there. You stand behind me, out of sight, and I wonder what exactly you plan to do next.

You kiss my ear from behind as I feel the silk tie slide against my neck. A charge goes through my body and I gasp as you pull it slightly against my throat. Your lips move down to my neck, as well, and I feel you suck hard, sure to leave a mark, but neither of us giving a damn. For a moment, the silk gets tight around my neck, but then it loosens before you slide it up past my chin and into my mouth. You tie it tightly behind my head and the feel of the silk on my tongue only feeds my desire for you. I can’t move and I can’t speak, but my desire for you is obvious.

You stand in front of me, the very definition of sexy, in just your panties. My eyes take you in, every beautiful inch of your body, as you slowly approach me. I have no idea what to expect, but I don’t care. I am lost in the passion of the moment, never having experienced anything nearly as erotic as this. You press your naked torso against mine and bury your head into the side of my neck once again. I feel the heat of your nipples against my chest and I throw my head back in pleasure. Your fingernails scratch parallel red lines into both my shoulders and down my chest. The pain is slight, but just enough to send another sensual charge deep through my body. I feel your teeth scraping rough against the skin of my neck while your left hand slowly works its way down into my lap and I bite down hard on the tie in my mouth, crazy with pleasure.

Your hand brushes lightly against my cock and continues down to my thigh. Your hand reaches just above my knee and then I feel your nails scrape back up along my inner thigh. You lift your head from my neck and bury my face in your breasts as your fingers close around my balls. You continue to smother me with your amazing tits as you massage my sack, increasing the tightness of your grip until you hear me moan with pleasure. You push my head back and look deep in my eyes, your left hand still holding me firmly. Slowly you slide off me and move down toward my cock. You kneel in front of my bound body, never letting your gaze leave mine as your right hand gently starts to rub up and down the length of my shaft.

You fatih escort give me another smile before moving your face down past my cock to playfully flick your tongue against my balls, our passionate stare continuing unabated. Finally, I can’t maintain it any longer and I close my eyes and throw my head back, lost in pleasure, as you slide your tongue up the length of my member. My wrists pull tightly against the restraints as you sink your mouth down around my cock. I want to hold your head as you work up and down my shaft, your lips soft against my flesh, driving me wild. I want to run my fingers through your hair as you continue your work, but you’ve tied me very well and I can do nothing but watch, nearly exploding with desire.

Your right hand rubs along my inner thigh while your left closes around the base of my cock, sliding and twisting along the length of it as your mouth works the tip. I’ve never experienced anything like it. Your enthusiasm and skill outshines anything I’ve experienced at home. You moan as you continue to work my cock and I continue to bite down hard against the silk in my mouth. Finally, lost in the combination of sensations, my pleasure builds to its inevitable climax. You can feel it coming as my balls tighten and my cock grows even thicker with the impending release. Not sure what to expect, I am thrilled as you once again show me pleasures foreign to my marital life, squeezing your hand tighter and burying your mouth deeper as I begin to cum. My seed flows quickly and heavily, but your mouth never lets go. You swallow my hot release, squeezing tightly to make sure you’ve drained me of every drop. I gasp and pull roughly against my restraints, wanting to hold your head in my hands as you finish your sensual task.

Finished, I try to catch my breath as you bring your face back near mine. Your hands reach behind my head to untie my gag, and I gasp deeply as it is removed. You just give me another sly smile and ask, “Did you enjoy that?”

“You… are… amazing,” is all I can manage to say between ragged breaths. You smile and kiss me deeply, loosening the straps binding my wrists. I quickly grab your face as soon as I am able, kissing you desperately and passionately. The red lines on my wrists only re-ignite my passion and I kiss you even harder. But you pull away, and lie down on the bed, leaving me to untie my own legs before I can join you. You laugh at my obvious desire as I scramble clumsily to free myself. The laughter is incredibly sexy and only serves to make me want you even more.

I approach you on the bed, and you reach up to pull me against you. You want me in you. My cock is still hard, ready to go again, and you want it. Your pussy is wet and has been for quiet some time now. It needs me. It needs to feel every inch of me slide into its silky embrace. Your clit is enflamed with the heat of our passion and longs to feel my body pushing hard against it. You want to fuck me more than you’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone in your entire life. You need me in you NOW, but I resist, because I have other ideas. That’s when you notice the silk ties are in my hand and now it’s your turn.

I ask you to roll over on your stomach and you comply without hesitation. I start where you had finished, slipping one of the silken ties in your mouth and tying it behind your head. I quickly add another, blindfolding you. I lean in close behind you and whisper in your ear. “Do you trust me?” I ask. Unable to talk with the gag in your mouth, you make a tiny noise like a scared kitten, but nod yes.

I gently kiss your back and slide down the length of your body until my lips meet the soft indent at the small of your back, just above the top of your panties. I kiss you there once more before running my tongue gently up your spine, ending with a kiss at the base of your neck. I then take one of the silk ties and knot it around your right wrist. Still lying on your stomach, you’re not sure what to expect, but you don’t resist as I pull your right arm back and reach for your left as well. Using the same silk cord already tight around your right arm, I bind your wrists together behind your back and stare at you for a moment as you lay there gagged and partially-bound. Your vulnerability excites me and I run my hands down to remove your panties. You are unable to resist as I slide them slowly off and throw them on the floor. I can feel traces of your wetness from them clinging to my fingers and that only serves to turn me on even more.

You lay there, twisting slightly, unable to see what I am doing behind you. I marvel at your beautiful ass for a while, rubbing my hands on the soft flesh of each cheek, before sliding the fingers of my left hand between your thighs. I can feel the heat coming from your cunt as my fingers brush up against your soft pubes. I slide a finger against the wetness and massage your labia, enjoying the feel of your sex. I aksaray escort let my touch tantalize you for a moment more, sinking my middle finger into you just slightly before removing my hand and rolling you onto your back.

You struggle a little to get comfortable with your hands bound behind your back, but you soon forget that as my hand slides once again up between your legs. My other hand plays with your tits and I kiss your stomach as I continue to work your mound. First one finger, then another, and eventually another slip into you. My palm is pressed hard against the top of your opening as my fingers explore your depths. Your clit appreciates the pressure and I feel you press your hips up in response. Slowly, I trace my kisses down your stomach toward your cunt, positioning myself between your legs as you writhe bound on the bed, soft groans escaping past the gag in your mouth.

My fingers continue to explore your depths as I leave a trail of kisses along your inner thigh. More gasps leave your mouth as my tongue finds its way to the waiting heat of your folds. I gently work the tip into your moistness until I find the waiting bump hidden within. Your taste drives me mad with desire and I press my tongue in harder, still working my fingers deep into your cunt. I can feel your body start to grow rigid as the power of the experience overwhelms you. You wrap one leg around my shoulder, pushing yourself up harder toward my face. Soon the other leg is draped around my head as well, as you give in completely, lost in the flood of sensations you are feeling, from both my tongue and from the silk ties binding your arms behind you. Unable to hold my head with your hands, your thighs tighten against the sides of my head as I continue licking and sucking.

Suddenly your body arches, pulling tightly against the restraints as a wave of pleasure washes over you. A soft moan escapes your lips as I bury my face deeper into your soft mound. I give you one final deep lap of my tongue as your orgasm peaks and you crash back down to the surface of the bed. You’re short of breath, clenching the silk gag in your teeth.

You try to catch your breath, but your climax has driven me crazy with the need to be inside you. Immediately. I long for the soft velvet feel of our joined sex and I know in my heart you feel the same. I flip you over onto your stomach, needing to fuck you hard, lost in my own passion and spurred on by your apparent helplessness. I practically force myself in between your legs and slide my cock into your wet, waiting pussy, fucking you hard against the bed. You grit your teeth against the fabric and groan as I sink deep into you. It may not look like it, but you are in total control. You’ve brought me to this state and you know what to do. You push your ass hard up against me and I sink even deeper into you. You twist your head so I can see to fire in your face as I continue to thrust wildly into you from above. It doesn’t take long for my second orgasm of the night to arrive and I fill your cunt with my cum, pushing deeper with every pulse of my release. I collapse against you, my breath hot on your neck, and I thank you quietly and meekly.

But you aren’t having any of that. Not at all. You use your shoulders to push me off of you and you twist yourself on top of me. Your legs straddle me and the sight of your naked body above mine causes my cock to quickly stiffen yet again. I reach down between us to guide it back into your waiting pussy. Your hands still behind you, your eyes still covered, and your mouth still gagged, you nevertheless grind your hips down, taking me deep. My hands grab your hips and assist with your motion, keeping you balanced as our pleasure grows.

The sound of your sweet ass slapping against my thighs drives me almost as wild as the soft warmth of your wet pussy sliding up and down my hardened shaft. You continue to work your hips and I keep pushing against you to maintain almost constant contact with your clit. I can tell you’re enjoying this position as much as I am by the way your body starts to tremble and your breath increases in intensity. By the time you throw your head back and start to cum, I can no longer contain my own release and I join you in ecstacy. I push up deep within you as my orgasm begins. You arch your back and let out a muffled scream as the pleasures explodes within you.

Spent, you crash down upon me and I hold you tightly to me, keeping my slowly-dwindling erection within you. I untie your hands and loosen your gag so we can once again kiss deeply and slowly. You hug me hard and kiss my cheek before whispering a breathless “Oh my God” in my ear. I just smile, remove your blindfold to look deep into your beautiful eyes, and kiss you softly on the lips one more time.

You slowly slide off to my side and we sleep the rest of the night in each other’s arms. In the morning, we make love again in the shower before I have to leave to head back home to my wife. I promise that I will return again that evening, for one more night of ecstasy before you need to head back to your own life. We kiss once more as I’m heading toward the door, deeply and slowly. I feel the heat growing inside me again, but my wife is expecting me home soon, so I push away and let the door close behind me.

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Early morning, before the sun peaked above the horizon, I woke to a large, warm hand caressing my hip, leaving a trail of goose bumps on my skin. Fingers dragged slowly up my side, over the curve of my waist, and found the flesh of my left breast.

“Mmm,” I purred, stirring from sleep.

His mouth and nose nuzzled into my neck, and bristles on his chin and upper lip lightly scratched over my soft skin. I leaned back, and moaned quietly as his lips and warm tongue explored the nape of my neck. Kisses and licks moved from behind my ear, down my neck and around my collar bone, causing my muscles to soften and relax.

“Good morning baby girl,” he whispered, squeezing my breast gently, then more forcefully as moans of arousal escaped my throat.

He inhaled deeply and wrapped his arms tightly around my body, pulling me close. His cock was pressed firmly against my back and I felt its heat radiating through me.

He nibbled at my ear and whispered again, “Let’s see how wet you are this morning”.

My legs, once closed and curled toward my head fell willingly open and my hips rotated so I lay on my back, knees open wide, feet together, awaiting the imminent plunge of his long, thick fingers between my darkening and eager labia.

“Mmmm that’s a good girl,” he said, grinning.

The room, which was completely dark moments ago, now gradually showed a little light, making it easier to see the broad outline of his body. He moved closer to my side and the length of his stiffened shaft pressed against me. A moment passed until I felt the warm leak of his precum onto my skin and my cunt throbbed with anticipation.

“Last night you told me you were hungry…,” he began.

Fingers lazily grazed the skin between my breasts and trailed down to my belly button, circling, then down further, stopping just over my mons. My breath caught as his fingers remained still, resting on my smooth, shaven mound.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m always hungry for you.” I managed to say, aching for more touch.

“You’re always hungry, baby. Such a greedy little thing,” he replied, before gently tapping over the hood of my clit with firm, stiff fingers.

I whimpered and lifted my hips off the bed, aching for more. I needed to feel him pressing my sensitive flesh.

“Set that ass down and stay very still,” he commanded.

I reluctantly did as I was told, biting my lip harder than necessary; trying to control my need. I winced at the pain and relaxed my clamping jaw, breathing deeply.

“Good girl,” he said, and leaned to kiss my lips softly.

Soft kisses became deeper, and lingered. Our tongues met in the middle and entwined.

“Daddy…” I began. It took every ounce of control inside of me not to buck my hips forcing his hand to penetrate my dripping, throbbing pussy.

“What is it baby girl? Are you still hungry?” he asked, biting my neck and shoulder.

“Starved, Daddy,” I replied.

My pussy was red, and ripe. The cool air against my wet lips was a stimulating contrast to the heat emanating from between my thighs. Kisses were planted softly up my shoulder, and, with more intensity, up my neck. When our lips met, I lifted my head from the pillow and smashed mine against his. He matched my hunger, biting my lower lip, and tugged for a moment before releasing.

“Push your wet cunt on to my fingers and fuck yourself. Keep your eyes on me while you do it baby, but no cumming,” he instructed.

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied.

A broad grin stretched across his face and I immediately thrust my hips toward his fingers, enveloping them within my warm, wet tunnel, on the brink of exploding.

“Daddy always makes me cum so quickly!” I thought to myself. I struggled to contain my wanton need to cum so soon for him.

“Remember, no cumming baby girl. I don’t think you know what real hunger feels like. Let’s wait a little longer,” he said, then leaned down and licked my top lip with the tip of his tongue.

I groaned and arched my back while pushing my hips down to fully surround Daddy’s fingers, searching for fingertips, desperate to make them contact with my g-spot. My eyes rolled back as his two acıbadem escort bayan fingertips reached and a scrape of his fingernail across the spongy tissue made my pussy burst with wetness.

Sitting up on his knees, Daddy bent over me, grabbed my hair with his free hand and turned my face toward his, saying “Look at me, baby. NO cumming yet.”

I opened my eyes and looked into his. The grip on my hair remained firm. My hips found a steady rhythm to rock up and down, and with every arch of my back there was the deliciously wet, squishing sound of my juices flowing out, while I fucked my needy cunt on Daddy’s fingers. My moans fell into a rhythm with each thrust and my pace gradually quickened. Steady breathing became soft panting, and soon I was whimpering with the need to cum building inside of me.

“That’s it baby, keep going,” Daddy encouraged, holding his fingers very still and stiff within the throbbing walls of my aching pussy.

I continued to buck against his hand, never breaking eye contact.

“Daddy, that feels so fucking good!” I groaned.

Suddenly his thumb made contact with my swollen clit, which was very erect and projecting from its hood, and my entire body spasmed. The pad of his thumb tapped against my exposed clit, softly, in sync with my thrusting.

“Uugg, Daddy, I can’t take it any longer. I need to cum so bad! Please!” I begged.

“Please what, baby?” he questioned.

“Please let me cum, Daddy. Please!” My eyes shut tight for a moment to concentrate on controlling the tidal wave waiting to crash out of me.

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers from my cunt. My walls clenched around his hand, trying to keep his fingers from leaving me completely. I felt so open and empty without his thick, wet fingers filling me.

“Not yet, baby,” he dragged his wet fingers up my skin, leaving a warm, wet trail of my juices. “You’re being a very good girl, but let’s play a little longer.”

Daddy leaned down, and parted my mouth with his wet fingers. I could smell my wetness and it sent a primal rush of need through me. I pushed my mouth on to his fingers and sucked them in, greedy to taste myself. As I sucked lustfully on his fingers, he took my left nipple into his mouth, biting, sucking, and swirling his tongue until it was stiff and I was squirming and searching to renew the friction against my aching, needy pussy. His fingers moved in and out of my mouth as he continued to torment the first nipple, before moving to the other; flicking and sucking it into his mouth until they were both so hard they hurt.

“How do you taste, baby?” he asked, as he slowly pulled his fingers from my mouth.

Drool clung to my lips and dripped down my chin.

“So good, Daddy. I need more. Please,” I pleaded.

“Do you babygirl? You need to taste more of your sweet little cunt?” he asked playfully.

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered. “Please feed me.”

Daddy smiled, but rather than slip his fingers back into my juicy pussy, he positioned himself above me and ran the length of his hard cock up, and then down my wet slit. My frothy wetness clung to his cock as he pulled it away from my needy cunt.

“Sit up,” he ordered.

I sat up and was greeted by his thick, hard shaft before my eyes.

“Suck on it baby. Tell me how it tastes,” he said, running his fingers through my hair and holding it back from my face.

Licking my lips, I opened my mouth wide to take Daddy’s cock. My hands rested on his thighs and my lips met the tip. The sweet and salty warmth of precum on my lips and tongue made me ache for more. Moaning, my tongue swirled around the soft tip and flicked into the eye of Daddy’s cock. Precum oozed onto my tongue and I moaned as I sucked gently, tasting every drop that flowed out. My eyes never left his as I drank in the tasty liquid he had made just for me.

The grip Daddy had in my hair tightened as I moved my mouth further down his shaft and he pushed me gently on to his full length.

“That’s it baby girl. Suck on Daddy’s cock now,” he whispered sweetly.

My eyes never left his. I licked and sucked bağdat caddesi escort bayan Daddy’s cock up and down. Whenever I pulled off his hard shaft it would bounce back into my face. I ran my cheeks and lips against the hot and rigid rod, holding it firmly with one hand so I could sink lower to taste his balls. I sucked each into my mouth individually, then, with some difficulty, together. His thighs stiffened and he pushed my face against his sack as I sucked.

“Mmm… my greedy little girl… I love hearing you moan while you suck on me, baby,” he praised.

He gripped the back of my head, and repositioned to slide his cock back into my mouth.

“Who does this mouth belong to?” he asked.

“You, Daddy,” I reply.

“Good girl. Open wide baby.” Before slipping back into my mouth he grasped his hard shaft and slapped it against my lips.

“Touch your needy cunt while you suck on my cock baby,” Daddy groaned, and then quickly slipped his length into my mouth.

I moved my right hand from his thigh to my pussy and sighed with relief as my fingertips found my swollen clit. My throat opened and my body relaxed into my touch; the tip of Daddy’s cock slipped deeper into my throat. He groaned with delight and slowly pulled his cock out, holding the base with his right hand, my hair with his left. A string of saliva connected my tongue to the tip of his cock. I stretched my tongue out as far as I could to reach him, but Daddy pulled away and spanked my cheeks and mouth with the tip. It oozed more precum and smeared a glistening coating on my lips and face.

“So needy. Such a good little slut for Daddy, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes Daddy. I love being a good little slut for you,” I answer.

I opened my legs as wide as possible and enjoying the feel of my fingers teasing my pussy as I sucked on Daddy’s throbbing, rock hard cock. My index and middle finger rubbed and tugged on my clit at a feverish pace as I took him as deep as I could before feeling the need to gag. Tears began to roll from my eyes; I pulled my head away to take a breath. My mouth popped off of his cock and I started panting, spit shining on my chin and dripping on to my chest. I never stopped working my fingers over and around my clit.

“Daddy. It’s starting to hurt. Please let me cum!” I begged.

Daddy placed his right hand around my chin and caressed my quivering bottom lip with his thumb.

“Spank your clit baby,” he said, grinning.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered. I began to tap my clit both with my palm and my fingers.

He slid his cock back into my mouth and took my hair with both hands this time, and started to thrust.

“Keep tapping your clit for me. If you feel the need to cum, stop tapping and squeeze my thigh. Squeeze my thigh now to show me that you understand,” he said.

I squeezed his left thigh in response.

“Good girl. Tap away baby,” he said, thrusting faster now, hitting the back of my throat each time.

I tapped my clit in time with his thrusting, but soon needed more. I wanted to cum so hard for Daddy. A wet mess was building inside of me and I wanted to show Daddy how good I was. My clit was throbbing to cum and each tap elicited more wetness on to my sloppy, wet fingers. My mouth tightened around his cock as the need began to build.

“I am going to fill your mouth before you can cum baby. Keep your mouth open and suck on me just like that. I promise it will be worth it,” he groaned.

Tears began to well in my eyes again as I whimpered around his cock, displaying my extreme frustration.

Daddy’s eyes went dark as I moaned and whimpered with his cock in my mouth. He gripped my hair tight and fucked my mouth, balls slapping against my chin with each thrust. I loved the way his cock filled my mouth, and eagerly awaited for him to empty his cum down my throat. My focus turned from my own frustration to Daddy’s cock fucking my mouth.

I lost track of my tapping – I think I started to tap even faster as I looked up into his eyes. When he smiled down at me I knew I was pleasing him, and I moaned kozyatağı escort bayan deeply around his shaft. His breathing quickened and he moaned deeply. I moved my left hand from his thigh to his balls and squeezed them. He groaned and pushed deeper into my throat. I tugged them lightly, looking up at his face, tears running down my cheeks. Daddy groaned again, then threw his head back, and I knew he was about to cum.

I pushed my head down to the base of his shaft and as the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat once more, his cock swelled and throbbed, then the first jet of cum shot into my throat. Daddy groaned again and his body shuddered as his cock spewed strands of cum over and over. The grip in my hair loosened as I sucked the last of his cum from his cock and he slowly pulled himself from my mouth. When he pulled out completely he smeared the tip over my lips, letting me clean off everything left behind. Cum dribbled from my mouth and I licked it up greedily.

Daddy took a deep breath before taking my face in his hands and kissed my forehead.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

“Lay back now, and cum for me,” he said with a smile.

“Yes Daddy,” I said and lowered myself onto my back.

He lay between my parted legs, compressing one beneath him, and gripped my other thigh to hold my leg wide and still against the bed. My pussy opened: exposed, aching, and in need. The pale skin of my labia had turned dark pink. I was swollen, and so wet. My clit bulged and throbbed as anticipation reached its peak. Daddy lowered himself between my legs and breathed in my scent, then exhaled slowly, blowing on the hood. My nails clawed at the sheet beneath me, longing for his hands and mouth.

Sensing the intensity of my hunger, Daddy pressed his tongue flat against my clit. I thrashed my hips but was unable to move beneath his restraints. I felt my warm juices flow out of me and on to his tongue. He moaned in response and lapped at my wetness like a dog drinking water on a hot summer day.

“Daddy! Fuck! It feels so good!” I shouted.

My voice wavered and my eyes began to roll back into my head, as he continued to furiously lick my swollen, slippery clit.

“Cum for me baby. You’ve been such a good girl. Cum for Daddy.”

The urge was uncontrollable. My first orgasm surged through me, seizing my muscles. I began to convulse as the waves crashed over me. I reached for him to steady myself and grabbed two handfuls of hair to hang on to while riding through the intensity of my orgasm. I attempted to kick my legs as his tongue continued its dance over my sensitive clit but it only made him use more of his weight to restrain me.

The final rush of my orgasm washed over me, only to find another following close behind. Daddy buried his tongue into my pussy and lashed wildly into every intricacy of my walls.

“Oooohhhh Daddy I am going to cum again!” I cried.

I gripped his hair and pressed his face hard into me. I wanted to clench my legs closed so badly, but he held them open, leaving me vulnerable to all the sensations rippling through my body. I started to pant as the need to cum became stronger and stronger, until I could not take it any longer. I released the grip in Daddy’s hair and began to shake throughout my body. My moans turned into howls and my cunt poured like a fountain on to Daddy’s face and into his mouth.

“Daddy! Oh fuck! It won’t stop!” I shouted, trying so hard to wriggle from his grip.

I could not come down from my orgasm. It peaked once, then tapered, and peaked again, only harder, then tapered once more. I lost complete control of my faculties and lay there, limp, feeling the waves wash over me as I surrendered to my euphoric state.

When my orgasm finally subsided Daddy raised his head and grinned.

“How are you feeling baby?” he asked.

I could not speak. I moaned in response, which caused him to chuckle. He loosened his grip on my leg and rolled off of the other so I could move again, not that I was planning on moving any time soon.

Daddy raised himself to his knees and was stroking his once again hardening cock.

“Turn over baby. Daddy wants to play with all of his sluts holes this morning,” he said.

Slowly, I maneuvered myself onto my stomach. I could barely hold myself up, but the thought that he was already hard again was enough to keep me conscious. I pointed my ass in the air and propped myself on my elbows and looked back at him.

“Daddy?” I asked.

“Yes baby girl?” he replied.

“I’m still hungry,” I answered.

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Kimberly sat by the window, watching, as the hands on the clock slid past 2PM.

He had said early afternoon, the TV repairman that is, when she explained that the vacuum had snagged the wires from the TV disconnected everything.

And now she waited, hoping that she was suitably attired, in a dark blue business suit, the skirt just above her knee, and a crisp white blouse. She smiled quietly to herself, as she saw the van come up the drive, reading the legend on the side.

“R. Divine, Home Entertainment specialist.”

“Mmmm,” she thought to herself, “We shall see.”

She opened the door to be greeted by quite a handsome man, about 5’8 in his late thirties. “Mrs Cross?” He said, reading from his clipboard, “You have a problem with your system I believe?”

“I most certainly do,” she replied ” and I m desperate to have it repaired before my husband gets home from his trip.”

The man smiled, saying, “not a problem Mrs Cross, lead the way.”

“Oh, and by the way, my name is Richard, but most call me Dick.”

“Hello Dick, if you would like to follow me, I will show you where the TV is.”

Unknown to him she was smiling internally, thinking to herself, “Dick Divine, oh my Lord, now there is a name to conjure with!”

She showed him the TV, and all the cables that connected the video, DVD, and speakers, lying loose on the floor. Explaining she had tried to re-connect them, but without success.

Dick smiled at her, thinking to himself, “Wow, what a classy lady she is, damn, I would love to… stop it Dick!!”

“This won’t take long Mrs Cross, and I will check everything is in working order before I leave.”

“And so will I” thought Kimberly to herself. “So will I.”

Offering to get him a soft drink, Kimberly left Dick to it, knowing it would not take him long, but she did not go to the kitchen, entering the bedroom instead.

Dick started work immediately, thinking to himself what easy money this would be. These suburban housewives, all the same, they didn’t have a clue. Fifteen minutes later, and everything was re-connected, “time to check the system,” he said to himself, and switched the TV on.

The cable TV was perfect; next he put a DVD on play, and that too checked out, the surround sound perfect as well. Finally, he came to the video, seeing there was a tape in the machine; he just pressed play on the remote control. He was lying on his side, on the floor, when the picture filled the screen, and he looked at it, then, saying “Holy fuck” he looked closer. It was Mrs Cross, lying naked on the bed, her head thrashing around, as some guy was eating her. He knew he should turn it off, but he was mesmerized. The guy was licking her clit, as he finger fucked her, and she was fucking loving it. He slipped his hand inside his pants, stroking his instantly hard cock, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen.

He was also completely unaware that Kimberly was watching him, through the half-open door, and she knew that if he could see her, he would fall into a state of shock. No more business suit, and crisp white blouse, now she wore a deep blue cup-less corset, that forced her breasts up and out. The nipples already erect, with a small silver dolphin hanging from each of her nipple rings. She wore stockings, and 4-inch heels to match, her fingers stroking her slit, as she watched his hand slip into his pants. Silently she approached him, across the deep pile carpet, stood behind him, and whispered, “You like that Dick?”

Startled he looked up at her, and tried to get up, but she placed her foot on his chest, the heel digging into him, and smiled, looking into his eyes.

“I asked you a question Dick, do you like?”

“Oh God yes Mrs Cross, I like, I like very much.”

“Would you like to see more?”

Realising that this was a fantasy coming true, Dick smiled back, saying, “Yes please Mrs Cross.” Moving her leg over his body, she stood with her pussy directly above his head, saying to him “It is Kimberly, we are friends now Dick, no need for formalities. Do you like my pussy Dick?”

“It is beautiful Kimberly, and looks quite delicious, may I touch it, taste it?” he replied, unable to believe his luck.

“Mmmm, we will see about that, tell me Dick, does your divine dick want to fuck me? To ride my soft sweet cunt, does he Dick?”

Grinning from ear to ear now, Dick stammered out, “Oh G-G-God does he!!”

“Then fuck me he shall Dick, but first, you must shower, I will take you to the bathroom, and then wait for you in the bedroom.” She moved back, allowing Dick to get to his feet, and bade him to follow her, at the bathroom door she said, “There are towels ready for you Dick, and the bedroom is here, right across the hall, so don’t be long now Dick, for pussy is waiting,” As she fingered herself, and blew him a kiss. Dick entered the bathroom, and she closed the door behind him. She quickly moved to the living room, where the TV was. Removing the tape from the VCR, she inserted a blank one, then kurtköy escort bayan set everything up, and started the video camera in the wardrobe, to record for 3 hours. Returning to the bedroom, with two drinks, she sat on the edge of the bed, calmly awaiting her victim.

A few minutes later Dick entered the bedroom, looking a little nervous, and clutching a white fluffy towel to his waist. Kimberley was pleased to see that he was fairly athletic looking, tanned, with strong muscular shoulders, and a light dusting of blonde hairs on his chest. Rising from the bed, she met him in the center of the room, taking his head in her hands, and kissed him slowly. Her long firm tongue licking at his lips, then licking his tongue as it snaked out. She kissed him deeply, as he still held onto his towel. Feeling the two dolphins digging into her tits, as she pressed against him. Such exquisite pleasure rippled through her pussy.

Breaking from the kiss, she smiled, and started licking and kissing his neck. Working her way up to his ear, where she quietly whispered, “now then Dick, it is time for me to find out just how divine your dick really is, and she slid her hand inside the towel. Her fingers grasping at his already hard shaft, gently working it up and down, as he started moaning.

She looked into his eyes, saying, “Dick, drop the towel, now please,” and then she started to kiss down his chest, and licked his nipples, before sucking them. Her hand was still stroking his manhood, as she took a nipple in her teeth. Pulling on it, while Dick shivered in anticipation. She licked lower; circling his navel, then lower still, around his cock, as she fondled his balls tenderly. Looking up at him, she smiled as she settled on her knees, and taking hold of his cock, licked at the head. Letting her tongue swirl around it slowly, then pushing at his small slit, Dick was moaning in pleasure, as she started to lick him, from the base to the head. Down one side, then up the other, before moving slightly, to lift his balls, and lick behind them, finding that special spot of desire.

His hips were now pushing at her, as he held onto her head, and she knew he would cum soon.

He would spurt his cream into her throat, that delicious cream she loved so much, and that she would soon have him ready to cum again later.

Holding the base of his shaft, she wrapped her lips around the head, and started to suck gently, as she rubbed it up and down. Then she started taking him deeper, forming a vacuum round his divine dick, humming softly.

He was crying out now, “Oh God Kimberly, fuck my dick baby, suck it hard.” She deep throated him, holding him there, she then released him a little, to pump his dick hard. He was pushing into her mouth, fucking it in his own way, his legs tightened, and he cried out “FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK,” as he exploded, shooting his load to the back of her throat, she gagged slightly, then swallowed. Sucking and licking at him, as she squeezed his balls, wanting every last drop of him.

His legs were still shaking as Kimberly licked him clean, and smiled at him, as her tongue snaked out, taking the last drop from the corner of her mouth.

Rising up again, she kissed him, letting him suck upon her tongue to taste his seed, kissing hard.

She moved her mouth to his ear, whispering, “well, Mr TV Repair man, your dick most certainly is divine, the only question now is, will you find my pussy to be perfect?” And with that, she took hold of his hand, and slipped it between her now open legs. Dick used his middle finger to stroke her wet slit, letting it ride up and down, then removing his hand, he licked the finger, and sucked it. Just as Kimberly had done to his cock a few short minutes ago.

Watching him, Kimberly backed away slowly, until she felt the edge of the bed against her legs, and allowed herself to fall backwards, onto the soft covers. With her eyes locked on his, she allowed her right hand to travel down her body, first caressing her tits, gently pulling each nipple ring, the lower, and lower, to her open legs. Smiling at Dick, she pushed a finger between her lips, and into her wet cunt, whispering huskily, “I am waiting, we are ready for you DICK.”

He walked towards to her, and, to her surprise, came to the side of the bed, leaning over to kiss her deeply. His hand on her breast as they kissed, kneading it, squeezing gently, as her hard nipples almost throbbed. She knew deep inside, a couple more minutes of this, and she would have a nipple orgasm. Moaning softly into his mouth, she felt herself descend into the pleasure he was giving her.

He licked her neck, sucking softly, as his mouth moved to the swell of her breasts, licking across the top of them, and kissing each nipple. He raised his head to look at her, and then, taking a nipple ring in each hand, he shook her, making her tits wobble violently, she cried out in pleasure, as her orgasm hit.

Her body was shaking, beykoz escort bayan and quivering in delight.

Letting go of her left tit, Dick lowered his mouth over the nipple, licking at it, letting the tip of his tongue ride over all the little bumps surrounding her peak. Opening his mouth as wide as he could, he started sucking her nipple, pulling it hard, as she arched her back beneath him. Sliding his hand over her stomach and shaved mound as he sucked.

He scraped his teeth on her nipple, and at that same moment, as he pushed two fingers into her cunt, he bit on her nipple, pulling it out. She screamed “OH FUCK YES.” As he tugged on her tit, pulling hard, he finger-fucked her. She cried out, “OH fuck, I am going to cum again.” Dick moved quickly, spreading her lips wide, as his tongue delved into her, fucking her pulsing love hole, stabbing in and out as she tried to grip him. Then licking the insides of her cunt lips, sucking them, and flicking his tongue at her clit.

He started licking her clit, and sucking it gently, as she sighed in pleasure. He sucked harder, tugging now, as he fingered her again. The only sounds in the room were Dick sucking, and her cunt squelching as his fingers drove in and out, faster and faster.

He knew she was close to orgasm again, and, raising his head he muttered, “Kimberly, I am going to fuck you now, HARD and DEEP.”

“Yes” she cried, “fuck me TV man, fuck me hard.” Standing he lifted her legs to his neck, pressing her thighs together, he wanted her cunt as tight as possible, then he DROVE his cock into her, one movement, right to the hilt.

“Oh FUCK she cried out, as he started to pound her pussy, slamming his cock into her, his balls bouncing off her ass. Harder and harder he fucked her, slapping her legs as he rammed it home again and again, her moans and cries driving him on.

Deeper

Harder

Faster

He was like a machine out of control, no stopping him now, his back arched as he cried out

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW.” And exploded inside her, filling her wet cunt with his seed. Kimberley screamed, as she too came, flooding her cunt with her nectar. Dick could not stop pumping, all his seed gone, yet still he fucked her, until eventually he collapsed on her.

Breathing so hard and panting, “God, it had never been like this before,” he thought. He kissed Kimberly softly; his eyes were closed, and he never saw her hand, as it pressed the button on the bedside table. Seconds later, the phone rang, Kimberly saying, “Oh shit, who the fuck is that,” as she got up and walked to the hallway.

Dick heard a few words, but now well enough to understand, and then, she came dashing into the bedroom. “Fucking hell,” she said, ” that was my husband, he will be home in ten minutes, you have to go now, please, hurry up.”

Jumping up from the bed, Dick dashed into the bathroom to retrieve his clothes, and was dressed and gone in under two minutes. Kimberly stood by the window, watching as his van hurtled out of the drive, chuckling to herself.

She moved back to the lounge, stopped the VCR, she rewound the tape, finding the moment Dick entered the bedroom, and left the VCR on stand by. Returning once more to the bedroom, she opened her wardrobe, to get out her clothes for Master’s return. The gem encrusted collar, with the silver buckle, a black leather, very short mini dress, with a zip fastener all the way up the front. Next came the leather peephole bra, and the garter belt, along with the black stockings. She removed the silver dolphins, and placed them in her jewellery box.

Walking into the bathroom, Kimberly turned the taps on, smiling as she patted her wet pussy, saying, “Time to get you cleaned for your Master sweet baby, he will be home in two hours time.” Adding the bath oils and foam, before removing her stockings and the corset. She slipped into the bath, sliding slowly down, with the water up to her neck. She just laid there, eyes closed, luxuriating in the warmth and the odours that enveloped her. Her mind wandering a little, returning to Dick’s divine dick, and divine she thought it was too. He had been good, one of the best yet in fact. She lay back, dreaming of sensual moments, and praying the time would fly.

After her bath, she wandered around naked for a while, putting everything into its proper place, just as He wished, washing and polishing the glasses from the drinks they never had. Finally, it was time, to prepare for Him.

She pampered herself with perfume, checked her nails were perfect, and her make up, the lipstick being a perfect match for her nail polish, and finally, at His special request, she circled each nipple with the lipstick, taking very great care indeed. Picking up the peephole bra, and thanked God she had got a front fastening one. As she positioned her nipples against the eyelets, then fastened it, and pulled on each gold nipple ring, perking up her already hard nipples for üsküdar escort bayan Him. The garter belt came next, along with the black stockings, their seams perfectly straight from heel to thigh. She stepped into the dress, wiggling it over her hips, and pulling it up to cover her tits, as she fastened it.

Glancing in the mirror she could see how tight the dress was, how the nipple rings pressed hard against it, clearly visible. How the slightest movement of her body would make the hem ride up, revealing the beginnings of her slit for him.

His drink was ready, the only thing left to do now, was to sit on the floor, and wait.

It was not too long before she heard His car outside, and she stood to greet Him, watching as the door opened, then, lowering her eyes and bowing to Him. Handing her his briefcase, he walked into the lounge and took his seat, as she followed him. He watched her, as she knelt to remove his shoes, and massages his feet. Looking at her, he was delighted to see her nipple ring, and the occasional glimpse of her freshly shaven pussy. Looking around the room, he said to her “Did the TV get fixed?”

“Yes Sir, he came today,” she replied, smiling up at him, as she realised what she had just said. “Very good,” he replied, “and is it all working now?”

“I think so Sir, would you like me to check it?” He nodded, and watched as she walked across the room, smiling as her buttocks caressed the short leather dress, seeing the rise and fall of her soft cheeks. She turned the TV on; he seemed happy, then the DVD player, and finally the VCR pressing the play button. The screen was filled with images of her, sliding down Dick Divine’s body, and sucking his cock. Master did not speak at first; he didn’t need to, the look on his face saying it all.

“So what the fuck is all this then? Is this what you do when I am away all week, trying to earn a fucking living you bitch?”

“N”

“N”

“No Sir, she stammered,” he seduced me, he was very persuasive Sir,”

“Seduced you! FUCKING SEDUCED YOU? I will do more than fucking seduce you, you dirty little fucking whore you. Get on the floor, NOW!”

She lay on the floor, shaking in fear at his anger, knowing she was to be severely punished. He went into the bedroom, returning with the black scarves in his hand, and told her to lay face down. Gripping her wrists, he tied them securely behind her back, and told her to go to the bedroom. Following her into the room, he sat on the edge of the bed, saying, “get across my knee, your ass in the air bitch, for you shall be punished now, you little whore.”

“Yes Master, thank you Sir, ” Kimberly replied as she lay there shaking. He raised his hand high, and brought it down with a hard SLAP on her left cheek She whimpered, saying, “Thank you Sir.”

“I cannot hear you slut” SLAP

“Thank you Sir,” she cried out.

“That was for sucking him, and this, is for fucking him,” as he spanked her again, harder.

She screamed, and cried out, almost sobbing, “Thank you Sir.”

With that he lifted her onto the bed, laying her face down, and kissing the red marks on her cheeks, as she whimpered again. Moving to the kitchen, he returned with cream, from the fridge, tenderly applying it to her cheeks.

Rubbing it around her soft ass, then licking it off, as it cooled her. He turned her over, laying her on the bed, and looked down at her, looking quizzically at her. Kimberly whispered quietly, “Thank you Sir, for showing me the error of my ways.”

“Who told you I had finished?” he asked, “certainly not I.”

“Tell me slut, did you cum?”

Kimberly lowered her eyes, ” I would rather not say Sir.”

“You would rather not say? Since when did you have a choice slut, now tell me bitch, DID U CUM?”

“Yes Sir, I did.”

“How many times?”

“Three Sir.”

He didn’t speak, instead he went to the bedside table, and removed the Elk pussy whip, Kimberly gasped, and cringed on the bed. “Spread them whore” He commanded, as he lifted the flogger, and brought it down on her pussy. “Thank you Sir,” she whispered, and he raised the flogger again, bringing it down a little harder this time. Kimberly could hardly speak, but knew she must thank him. “Thank you Sir,” she feebly whispered.

Again he hit her with the flogger and she cried out, even louder, “THANK YOU SIR.”

He tossed the flogger aside, picking up the cream again, and placing some on his tongue. Leaning in to her as he softly licked her pussy lips, spreading it, then licking it from her. Caressing her soft pussy with his mouth, as she moaned quietly.

Standing, he lifted her upright, and freed her wrists from the scarf, laying it on the bed. Before tenderly moving her to sit on the edge of the bed, and kneeling between her knees. Looking at her beautiful breasts, as she cupped them, offering them to him. Leaning forward he licked each of Kimberly’s nipples, letting his tongue play on her rings, knowing full well a nipple orgasm would soon follow. He could taste her lipstick, as he sucked her left nipple, lashing at the ring with his tongue, and then placing his teeth behind it, tugging it. Kimberly shuddered slightly, as he took hold of the right nipple ring, pulling on it, and then shaking her tit. Pulling away, he held both rings in his fingers. Stretching her nipples, looking deep into her eyes, and saying “CUM.”

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The Goddesses had warned us leading up to July 4th weekend that we would be very busy. We’d arrived Friday night and had been fairly non-stop, with the exception of being allowed to sleep, through mid Saturday morning. The Goddesses didn’t have a defined cookout at their home but more a continued party where people simply dropped in to visit, relax, and be catered to by either amber or I. amber and I were dressed for the occasion as well but, for obvious reasons, decidedly on the slutty side. amber had on a long blonde wig, D cup breast forms, and an American flag bikini with a thong back. My bathing suit was even more revealing as it was a one piece called a sling-bikini. The bathing suit, also with an American flag design, came down my front from the shoulders as a large V with slightly widened areas to cover my nipples meeting inches above my crotch. The back was essentially two strings starting at the top of my butt going to each shoulder. As usual amber and I had on platform heels, today they were clear mules, our appropriate choker and belly rings which both denoted our “names”. Unlike amber, my long red hair was in a ponytail which sat on the crown of my head. The Goddesses, as well as their friends, were typically in sundresses or relaxed yet casual dressy clothing. So far that morning I’d been pulled aside by three of their visitors for use, Ms. Deb’s raving about amber’s oral skills had several more women giving her mouth a try. While it could prove to be a long day and weekend the pace was not bad, certainly nothing like Easter or other parties we’d been invited to attend

As I delivered a beverage to one of the Goddess’ friends I noticed a young woman who looked completely out of place striding into the backyard. Unlike any of the other guests she wore flip flops, cut off shorts, a red ribbed tank top over a string bikini top and her hair was in a messy bun. While most of the Goddesses friends were around my age this woman who was greeted by Goddess Linda with a big hug, was easily 10 years younger. I didn’t have much time to give the girl much thought as I was soon being led into the house by one of the other guests. As I walked past I could not help but notice the perplexingly knowing smile I was receiving from the girl as we passed. In any case it didn’t matter as I soon found myself on my knees between the legs of the woman who’d brought me inside. My focus quickly switched from wondering who the girl was to pleasuring the woman before me. I was now in an unannounced competition with amber to prove who could eat pussy better! As I was the one who finally showed amber how to do it right I couldn’t let her be seen as better than ME at it! The woman’s grip on my ponytail and gyrating humping of my face told me all I needed to know, I was a pro at licking someone to orgasm! After she flooded my mouth and face with her orgasm the woman pushed me back so she could catch her breath.

“I do think that I will suggest,” she panted and trembled slightly as she spoke, “the next time we have a good gathering here that we put who’s better at this to a vote.”

“Yes, Ms.” I replied sheepishly wondering if she’d read my mind.

“It will be pretty close though,” she gently caressed my chin as she continued, “but I wonder what the loser will get for a punishment?”

I didn’t have a chance to respond as her hand had moved lightly over my cheek then behind my head to pull me back into her again. It was time for me to remove doubt that it would be a close vote as I devoured her as best I could! After her second orgasm and my wiping her off with a warm wash cloth I followed her outside where the strawberry blonde caught my eye again.

“Slut,” Goddess Linda called to me, “come here.”

“Yes Goddess!” I answered.

The young woman giggled as I answered although I wasn’t sure if it was from my name or my response. In any case it didn’t matter much as I stood in front of both women full of dread but also anxious excitement.

“This is my niece Lisa,” Goddess Linda stated, “and it was her 25th birthday last week.” I suddenly felt as if I were on a roller coaster going quickly over a hill to a steep decline as all of my internal organs seemed to lift into my chest. “I couldn’t think of what to give her,” Goddess continued as I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, “so I am giving you to her!”

My stomach did at least 4 cartwheels at her words while my mind went blank. What did this mean? How long am I a gift for? Is this full time or like it is now? I felt like a deer standing in front of an on coming tractor trailer being blinded by its headlights!

“You will refer to her as Goddess Lisa,” Goddess Linda continued adding to my panicked feeling, “and you will obey her every word.”

“Yes Goddess Linda.” I replied completely dumbfounded, I then turned to Goddess Lisa and curtsied while saying, “I am yours Goddess Lisa.”

“How lovely,” she said approaching me, “I’ve always wanted my very own bostancı escort bayan sub!” Her hands lightly touched my waist as she spoke. “We are going to have a LOT of fun,” she continued as her fingers delicately glided up my torso, “and you’re going to be a good girl for me aren’t you?”

“Yes Goddess Lisa.” I cooed softly as her fingers almost lovingly touched the outsides of my breasts.

“If you don’t,” she said with the same soft, sweet voice as her thumbs slipped under the thin material covering my nipples, “I’ll make sure you are treated accordingly.”

Her voice was soft and smooth with a hint of a Southern drawl which made it all that much more intoxicating. Her eyes were a bright piercing blue that seemed to bore into me as I felt her thumbnails slowly drag over my aching nipples. For a younger woman she certainly knew how to emphasize her words with her touch! Her hands continued upward with her thumbs eventually lifting the sling-bikini off my shoulders. As her hands roamed down my arms she took the sling-bikini with it. Once her hands passed my elbows she began to pull the material that had been somewhat covering my front and wrap it around my forearms until I ended up with my wrists tied together in front of me. Just like that she had tied me and made me helpless!

“Come along slut,” she said saying my nickname with large amounts of disdain, “I have a lot of work to do with you!”

Just like that Goddess Lisa gave me a tug with the part of the sling-bikini she held in her hand. It not only pulled at my wrists and arms but, by tugging my arms forward, gave me a bit of a tug against my pussy which was now burning with desire! She led me into the house and downstairs to an area I had never been before. Part of Goddess Julia’s basement was finished into a crude BDSM playroom. One wall had floor to ceiling mirrors, in front of that wall was a black leather wrapped saw horse, several sets of cuffs and chains that hung from the ceiling and rings in the floor for tying someone up tightly. The sight of this, and the fact that Goddess Lisa and I were here alone, alarmed yet excited me.

“You know what my favorite birthday gift was?” She asked as she led me toward the mirrored wall.

“No Goddess Lisa.” I replied as we neared the end of the mirrored wall near a tall wooden cabinet.

“When I was maybe 8,” she said stopping and unwrapping my wrists, “I got a kitten.” She dropped the part of my suit she’d been holding letting it dangle around my legs. “You can pull that out and step out of it,” she said as she walked toward the cabinet, “you won’t be wearing that again today.” Reaching behind me I pulled the string from between my cheeks so I could step out of it while Goddess Lisa rummaged through the cabinet just behind me to the right. “Step out of those heels too,” she instructed, “you won’t be wearing those ridiculous things for me either.” While I was happy to be out of my 4″ platform stripper heels, I was now standing naked in front of a large mirror. “As I was saying,” Goddess Lisa said as she returned from the cabinet and stood behind me, “my favorite birthday gift was a kitten, it was black and white and oh so fluffy!” I felt her hand doing something with my ponytail as I fought to stay as still as possible. “It wasn’t a boring kitten either,” she said still doing whatever it was behind me, “I taught it to fetch a cork as well as other tricks.” I felt something being tugged up my ponytail then saw her holding whatever it was behind my head. “So, this weekend, and for however long your ass belongs to me,” she pulled a black latex hood over my head positioning it as she spoke, “you’re going to me my new kitten!”

The black latex hood covered the upper half of my face with holes for my nose and two large feline shaped eye holes. There were even small cat like ears at the top. While I stood somewhat dumbfounded Goddess Lisa went back to the cabinet and returned with a pair of knee high black patent leather boots with a silver metal spike heel. The heels were high enough that I’d practically be standing on my toes!

“You can figure these out I’m sure.” Goddess Lisa said as she handed them to me.

I quickly put the boots on and zipped them into place. Standing again I teetered in front of the mirror soon missing the 4″ platforms I’d just taken off. I was really shocked when Goddess Lisa handed me a pair of knee pads!

“You didn’t think cats stood on their hind legs did you?” She asked sarcastically.

“No Goddess Lisa.” I said almost relieved at the fact I wouldn’t need to stand in these ankle breaking boots!

As quickly as I could I put on the knee pads and gave them a try. It was much more comfortable to be on my knees than standing in the heels but somehow I had a feeling my comfort was not her major concern. Then she appeared from the cabinet with another pair of boots identical to the ones I’d just put on but a much smaller size.

“Hold out your arms.” She instructed while dropping one boot on the floor in front of me.

She pushed the boot up my lower arm so that tuzla escort bayan my hand fit into the foot area. Due to their fit I could shake them off if need be so I was left feeling somewhat confident. After she put the second boot on my hand she returned to the cabinet and came back with 4 black leather cuffs. In an instant I went from being able to free myself to having boots locked on my body by my wrists and ankles. My ankles were clipped together limiting my movement even more.

“Lean forward and try out your front paws.” She instructed.

There was no real natural position for my hands to be in while they were in the boots so most of my weight was on my knees. Thankfully the knee pads were soft enough to make kneeling for long periods possible. As I looked at myself in the mirror I watched as Goddess took two leather straps from the cabinet. Soon each of my lower legs was strapped against the back of my upper legs and buckled in place. Standing was no longer an option for me either.

“When you sit,” she said standing directly in front of me, “you’ll move your knees as far apart as you can and put your front paws down so the back of your paw is against your thigh.”

I placed my front “paws” down only for Goddess Lisa to move them outward until they were slightly beyond shoulder width apart. As soon as she was satisfied with my body’s position she walked back to the cabinet while I stared straight at my reflection. My swollen pussy lips were prominently displayed because of how my legs were spread, even with a shadow I felt like there was a spotlight on them.

“Arch your back sweetie,” she said as she squatted behind me, “no kitten is complete without a tail.”

I felt a well lubed plug slipping into my ass, while it wasn’t massive it was big enough that it’s presence couldn’t be denied. By arching my back as I did my chest became even more prominent as did the dangling belly ring with the lovely cursive “slut” hanging from it.

“Remember this position,” she said standing to my side so I could still soak in my reflection, “this is how you will sit while you are my kitty.”

“Yes Goddess Lisa.” I replied knowing the humiliation of sitting so incredibly exposed would happen fairly often.

“By the way,” she said squatting next to me, “kitty’s don’t speak. When you say yes you will meow and move your head down and back up about an inch. Try it now.”

“Meow.” I felt my face blush as I did this but moved my chin down an inch then back up.

“Good,” she said very pleased, “and no will be a turn of your head to the left and back. Try it now.”

“Meow.” I said turning my head slightly to one side and back.

“And my aunt said you were a mindless bimbo,” Goddess Lisa said as she began to caress my right breast while rubbing the nipple with her thumb, “I knew you’d make a good kitty.” I meowed a response. “When I put this collar on you,” she said holding up a pink leather and rhinestone collar with a small silver bell, “then you are my kitty and not allowed to speak, understand.” I meowed yes fearful that my responses were now limited to one word. “Good!”

With that Goddess Lisa put the collar around my neck removing the slut choker as she did. The bell hung from my neck and rang at the slightest move. I knew it would become an incredible annoyance soon enough.

“Practice walking kitty,” she instructed, “I still have a few more things to do.”

I meowed my response then tried to figure out how to walk with boots on my feet and my legs bound like a chicken wing! It wasn’t easy. I stepped cautiously with my hands then followed with my legs trying to keep my balance and the pressure off my fingers which were bent uncomfortably backward within the boot. I walked the length of the mirrored wall then turned around to walk back, this time I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My tail curved upward toward my back meaning that even as exposed as I felt my pussy was sitting, it was even worse as I walked! The position of my legs made my back arch even more which stuck my ass up in the air and stuck my pussy out on display. While walking my chest swayed between my arms while the bell moved in time with them as it announced my approach. When I returned to where we started I noticed a small pink bowl on the floor with water in it. The thought running through my head was not meow!

“Drink some water.” Goddess Lisa instructed.

I meowed and wondered how I would manage that! Eventually I leaned forward onto my elbows to get my face close enough to the bowl to drink. I could feel the warmth from the ceiling light on my pussy as I drank. It was time to embrace the fact that there was no covering myself at this point. I don’t know if Goddess felt my concern and wanted to put me at ease or just decided I was hers to touch but her fingers slid through my wet folds as I struggled to drink. My level of concern over my exposure dropped exponentially as a result.

“That’s a good pussy.” Goddess said soothingly behind me. “You like the name pussy right?”

I gladly meowed yes as she göztepe escort bayan slid a slick finger inside me. With her other hand she gave my left ass cheek a smack then dragged her nails over my skin causing me to wince slightly. The combination of pleasure and pain coupled with a bit of humiliation was almost too much to take.

“No orgasm for you though pussy.” She said pulling her hands away, “Not until you’ve earned them, now sit up like a good pussy.”

I sat in the position she’d instructed me to the best of my abilities noticing that Goddess now had a crop in one hand and a dildo in the other. She took the crop and rubbed the end of it over and around my breasts then over the nipples.

“You are going to learn how to fetch now,” she said with a smirk, “but you get to fetch a cock and not a cork for obvious reasons.” She gave the life-like dildo an underhand toss behind me. “Go get it pussy!” she said giving a boob a soft smack with the crop.

If walking was difficult running was even less possible. I almost fell face first twice trying to “run” all the while Goddess laughed behind me. When I got to it I had a similar issue to trying to drink out of the bowl, the 7″ veiny dildo lay on the floor daring me to pick it up. Again, I lowered myself to my elbows until I could get my mouth close enough to pick up the dildo like a dog would pick up a bone. With it safely in my mouth I made my way back to Goddess then sat with it in my mouth.

“Well apparently you are a mindless slut,” Goddess Lisa said giving my left breast a less than playful slap with the crop, “how does a dildo go into a pussy? Not sideways right?” I started to lean forward to fix how it was positioned in my mouth when the dildo was pulled free. “And no teeth pussy!” She said with a slap to the other breast sending shooting pain through my chest.

This time she tossed it further sending me bounding after it. I was able to make my way a bit quicker but felt my body starting to burn as I approached the dildo. This time I had to lower myself even further, feeling my burning chest against the cold concrete floor, as I sucked the head of the dildo into my mouth. With my lips pursed around the dildo I made my way as quickly as I could back to her then sat up proudly with the purple shaft and balls jutting from my mouth.

“There we go,” she said not removing the dildo but instead fucking my mouth with it, “that’s a good pussy. See, when pussy is good she gets a prize.” The end of the crop rubbed against my clit as she pushed the dildo balls deep into my throat.

She had me fetch it one more time then had me drink more water, I could tell that my bladder would soon need to be emptied and I wasn’t sure how I would use a toilet with my legs bound like they were. Goddess Lisa seemed quite committed to my role as a cat, or pussy, as she had me practice cleaning myself like a cat would as well as rubbing against her leg for attention. The reward for a good cat-like performance was her touching me so at every chance I acted more and more cat-like. It seemed she wasn’t interested in my mouth so I had to find other ways to please her! My craving to please had never diminished and the fact that her rewards included massaging or teasing my pussy made it that much more desirable to please her. Not that I needed much motivation.

“Well I think you are ready for your debut pussy,” Goddess said pulling two of her fingers out of my pussy, “and you need to try the stairs!”

She walked toward the stairs then looked back sternly when she realized I wasn’t following her. I quickly fixed that by moving to her and rubbing my head on her calf. She simply laughed and headed up the stairs with me struggling to keep up. Walking and running had been an issue but this was something different. When we got to the top of the stairs I was a nervous wreck, all I could picture was my falling backwards and needing to go to the ER with a cat’s tail sticking out of my ass! Goddess was already by the French doors leading to the patio where Goddess Linda and her guests were. I swallowed hard and followed her outside.

“How did my little slut do?” Goddess Linda asked.

“Quite well,” Goddess Lisa replied, “but she has a long way to go.”

“You have plenty of time with her!” Goddess Linda replied.

“She has learned a couple tricks though,” Goddess Lisa said beaming with pride, “pussy fetch!”

Just as I looked up I saw the purple dildo flying through the air like it was going to go into orbit! I quickly made my way off the patio to the back lawn, moving as quickly as I could without face planting, to where I last saw the dildo. It took a bit as she’d thrown it quite a way into the yard, the new challenge was retrieving the dildo out of the grass while blades of grass seemed intent on going up my nose! I managed to finally get it out and into my mouth then headed back to the patio. The women laughed, pointed and took pictures with their cell phones as I approached. Finally making my way onto the patio I sat as instructed and held the dildo up for Goddess Lisa. This time she walked around behind me after taking it out of my mouth and wiping it off. I felt pressure on the back of my head which made me lean forward, I was then rewarded by the dildo slipping into my pussy. She was speaking as she did this, I couldn’t comprehend what she was saying as she fucked me with the dildo, it was all I could do to remember to meow as I moaned! I’d play fetch all fucking day as long as that was my reward!

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He walked down the stairs leading to his own personal dungeon, beginning to hear faint sounds coming from within… both screams & moans. Getting towards the bottom of the stairs he could see the light flickering from torches on the walls leading to the heavy wooden door before opening it. Upon entering through, he looked around to see how his slaves were faring. He saw one chained to one wall at the wrists & ankles, fighting her restraints… and another nearby writhing in pleasure from the thick dildo that was being thrusted inside her agonizingly slow by way of a machine as she was on all fours chained to the stone floor. He looked to a corner and saw another slave locked in the stocks being whipped by his apprentice. Watching for a few minutes to see how his technique was developing, he realized he was coming along well.

“Not bad… you just have to work on the accuracy of your strikes a little & then we can move on to other tools of the trade. Why don’t you put her to bed for now & bring back Maria for me. You’re free to do as you please for the night, but you’re welcome to watch if you wish.”

“Yes, sir.”

He walked over to the slave being penetrated on the floor & crouched down so he could look her in the eyes.

“Well, well, well… how are we doing over here?”

“Please… please Master… “

“Please? Please what?”

“Please stop the machine Master… “

He looked at her face seeing the pleasure in her facial expression, but knew that she wouldn’t be able to climax from the speed it was set on. And he smiled

“This is what happens when you misbehave. A slave gets punishment when she does something without her Master’s express permission. This is minor, your first instance of misbehaving… there are worse punishments you could receive. Also, you’ve only been on the machine for an hour… your punishment is for three hours. You have two more hours to go, but if you continue to complain… I may increase that length of time. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“That’s better. And speaking of worse punishments… “

He walked to the center of his dungeon towards the large, black wooden device that was shaped like an eight foot tall letter X. Looking upon it, there was his last slave chained to it. She was restrained with metal cuffs at the wrists & ankles, and also held in place by a collar at the neck. There were clamps attached to each of her nipples that were connected to each other by a black chain. Her body was naked save for the pair of leather panties that had a vibrator attached on the inside. He could see how much she was squirming without even looking at her lower body just from the movement of the chain on the clamps moving to & fro as it hung from her large breasts. He could tell how much she wanted to be vocal with the pleasure coming from the vibrator, but the ballgag in her mouth was preventing her from doing so. She couldn’t see his approach from the blindfold currently blocking her vision, but she was about to discover that he was there.

“Well, let’s see… my favorite slave on my newest addition to the dungeon.”

He leaned in & pulled on the chain a bit, causing her to moan a little louder through the gag in her mouth. He smiled, knowing how much she was enjoying the toy inside her even before he looked down & saw the wetness leaking out of her tight little pussy. The moans got even more pronounced as he reached down putting pressure on the vibrator inside her. After a few moments of this, he stood up straight removing both the blindfold & the gag.

“And how are we faring today, slave?”

“I’m sorry Master… I really am.”

“I know you are… I can tell by the look in your eyes that there is no falsehood in your words. But, you still need to be taught this lesson. This was the third time you have been caught masturbating without asking first.”

He turned to see his apprentice pulling another slave along by a leash. She was wearing thigh high, vinyl, heeled boots, matching thong, but nothing else. She was thin, but not without curves & had deep red hair in pigtails down to the middle of her back.

“Ah… I see that Maria has been brought over. You are free for the remainder of the night, apprentice.”

“Thank you, Master.”

His apprentice handed him the leash, before bowing & leaving the dungeon. He smiled as he petted Maria on the head, causing her to smile wide back at him.

“That kadıköy escort bayan is how a proper slave should act. Please & thank you, bowing to your master, being grateful for what you are given. Maria here is my newest slave, yet she has learned this lesson well already. She happily does what she is told, she thanks her Master & most important of all… she behaves well. She is a good little slave.”

“Thank you, Master.”

He looked over & could see the anger rising in his restrained slave, but also jealousy at the attention being shown right in front of her.

“And for being a good slave, she is about to get a reward.”

Maria’s face lit up & started to bounce on her heels a bit as he unlocked the restraints of the large X. He removed the vibrating panties from his slave before locking her in a plain wooden chair nearby. He looked over to the redhead & smiled as he unzipped his pants to reveal his hard cock.

“Maria… you may suck your Master’s cock.”

“Oh, thank you, Master!”

Dutifully she dropped to her knees right away, wrapping her lips around his thick hard cock, causing him to moan a little. She was just sucking on the head & a little bit of the shaft, slowly taking in more & more. Watching her, she played with his balls with one hand as the other was stroking him as she sucked his cock. He moaned again as he could feel her tongue circling the head of his cock. He knew this was driving his other slave up the wall… she was very enthusiastic when it came to blowjobs. She loved her Master’s cock & he knew it. He also knew that she liked to watch. She was struggling against her restraints & he knew that she wished it was her mouth sucking on his cock. Maria was working on his cock fitting more & more inside her mouth with his assistance as he grabbed her by one of her pigtails, forcing her to take in more.

“Mmmmm… she’s good.”

He smiled at his locked slave, knowing this would drive her nuts. Her body was practically begging for release. He could feel his new slave try even harder upon hearing her Master’s praise of her oral skill. He looked back over at the chair & could see the pleading look in her eyes.

“Oh… is there something you’d like right now?”

“Of course, Master. Your cock… I’m in love with your cock, Master. I always want your wonderful cock inside me, Master… always.”

He slowly got an idea & pulled Maria away from his cock. Before gesturing over to a table that has handcuffs attached to it.

“Maria, why don’t you take her over to the table & restrain her, standing up but bent over it.”

“Of course, Master.”

He watched as she unlocked the slave & then walked her over to the table & locked her in place before grabbing a long dildo & handing it to Maria.

“I want you to take this & fuck her with it. You may do what you like to her… be as rough & as mean to her as you like.”

She literally started bouncing up & down a little in happiness from what her Master was allowing her to do. She walked over & spread the slave’s legs a little before slowly working the dildo inside her. It slipped in easily from how soaking wet she already was. She grunted in pleasure as it penetrated her pussy over & over again. Maria started to pull her hair as well while the toy slid in & out.

“You like that, huh? You like how that toy feels while I fuck you with it, you little bitch?!”

“Oh, god yes… it feels so good!”

He watched as her body began to shake as she had a little orgasm quickly from the dildo inside her. He walked over & handed Maria a paddle as he took over pulling his slave’s hair hard. He looked over to see a wicked grin on her face as she pulled her arm back, then brought it down hard… making her grunt with the pain. First the left cheek & then the right… alternating sides of her ass & occasionally right on the crack of her ass hitting both sides at once. She was doing all this while still fucking the slave with the dildo harder & harder. Seeing how well she was doing, he walked over to a chest & grabbed a couple things before returning to his slaves. The first was a whip, which he began to use on her back as Maria fucked her with the dildo making her cum again… harder this time.

“Yes… yes… yes… YES!!”

“OK… enough.”

He unlocked his slave again, this time putting kartal escort bayan her on her knees in front of him with her hands cuffed behind her back. He whispered into Maria’s ear & saw her smile as she walked behind the slave, then grabbed her hair hard & held her in place. Grabbing the whip again, he started using it on her big tits. It was leaving marks on her & making the chain connecting the clamps move along with each strike of the whip. He could tell she was enjoying the pain a little. Leaning down, he reached towards the nipple clamps pinching them tighter causing her to grunt in pain. He nodded to Maria & she walked away for a moment before coming back wearing a strap-on dildo. He smiled as he took his slave & placed her lying on her back with her hands cuffed above her head on the table. The smile got bigger as he saw Maria walk over & start to fuck the slave hard right away.

“You like that slut? Huh? Do you like that fake cock fucking your hot little pussy?”

“Oh yes! It feels so good inside my slutty little pussy… please keep fucking me with it!”

Enjoying this scene between his two slaves, he walked over & fed his cock to the one being fucked. She look surprised by this, but started sucking on it right away as she was being fucked hard by the dildo. He could feel her moaning around his hard cock in her mouth. He could feel her tongue moving on the underside of his cock as he forced more of it down her throat. With one hand on her head so he could fuck her face, he reached down & spanked her tit hard making her moan even more. She loved being completely controlled like this. She loved serving her Master & he knew it. The rougher he was with her… the more she loved it. He continued fucking her face & spanking her big tits while he watched Mariam pound her hot little pussy with the strap-on.

“That’s it! Take it, you fucking slut! Take all that fake cock!”

“Hmmm… do you think she’s ready, Maria?”

“Oh yes, Master. I think she’s ready for that big cock of yours.”

“I think so, too.”

He reached above his slave & uncuffed her from the table before dragging her behind him by her hair to a door that led into a room with a bed in it. He noticed that Maria dutifully followed him in, as she had not yet been dismissed from his presence. This fact made him smile as he threw his slave down on the bed on her back.

“What would you like me to do for you next, Master?”

“Well… what would you like to do?”

“Master, it matters not what I would like… only what my Master wishes. I belong to him.”

“Good girl.”

“Well, for now, why don’t you hold her arms down while I fuck this little slut.”

“Of course, Master.”

He got up on the bed & slowly inserted his thick cock inside her as Maria held her down. He pushed in all the way & held it there. He knew it was driving her crazy having it inside her & not moving… she wanted him to pound her pussy relentlessly. Still remaining stationary inside her, he started spanking her big tits again. They were getting red & she was loving it. She loved when her Master marked her. She moaned louder with each hit from his hand. Slowly he began thrusting back & forth inside her pussy… sometimes all the way, but sometimes not. He was fucking her hard now, slamming his thick hard cock inside her soaking wet little pussy & pulling on the chain from the nipple clamps as well. She was loving it & he could tell Maria was enjoying it, too. He saw the look in her eyes & could tell she was turned on by this.

“Maria?”

“Yes, Master?”

“Why don’t you sit on her face while I fuck this little bitch? Would you like to give her a taste of that sweet little pussy of yours?”

“Oh! Can I Master? Pretty Please… can I?”

“Yes, you may.”

“Yay!”

He watched her straddle the slave’s face so she could lick Maria’s pussy, never stopping fucking her. He was pounding her tight little pussy deep & hard with his thick cock. In addition she had a wet pussy to lick & she was loving every second of it. She was taking every inch of his cock now & her hot pussy was gripping it like it never wanted to let go. She was moaning into Maria’s pussy as it dripped on her face. The slave was very good with her tongue & he could tell Maria was about to cum… and when she climaxes, she does so HARD. She was about to explode maltepe escort bayan all over the slave’s face.

“Master! Oh god yes! I’m gonna… I’m gonna… she’s gonna make me c… c… cum!! YES!!”

He watched with a big smile as Maria collapsed forward on top of the slave with her eyes closed. Then she opened them & realized she was inches away from her Master’s big hard cock. Suddenly, her eyes opened wide & she was very interested in watching it slide in & out of a dripping wet little pussy. He was slamming his cock inside his slave & she loved watching it happen. He offered it to her & she immediately put it in her mouth, sucking all of the pussy juices off of it.

“Did that taste good?”

“Oh, yes Master. Your cock tastes extra yummy with her juices on it!”

“I thought you might like that. Now why don’t you come stand next to the table & go back to watching.”

“Yes, Master.”

She jumped off the table right away & he went back to fucking the hell out of his slave. He started right where he left off, pounding her hard. Her tits were bouncing back & forth with the chain from the nipple clamps still attached.

“Is this what you wanted? Huh… is it? This is what you wanted all along, wasn’t it?”

He waited for a response & upon hearing no answer to his question, slapped his slave across the face.

“Well?”

“Yes, Master. Sorry Master. This IS what I wanted. This is what I want ALL THE TIME. I would keep your fantastic cock inside me all day long if I could. I’m sorry Master.”

“You wouldn’t want me to deprive you of it, would you…?”

“NOOO! Please don’t do that! I’ll be good, Master… I promise. Please? Please don’t take your wonderful cock away! I’ll behave better… I swear. Please, please, please, please… PLEASE don’t deprive me of your fantastically thick cock, Master!”

He kept pounding his cock into her, the seconds turning to minutes… minutes turning to an hour & still fucking the hell out of his little slave.

“That feel good inside you? Does it? You love when I fuck you like this… don’t you? My dirty, filthy, nasty, little CUNT slave loves it… doesn’t she?!”

She loved it when her Master called her that. Loved when he talked dirty like that towards her… it made her even wetter.

“Oh god… YES! She loves it… she absolutely FUCKING loves it. She loves her Master’s cock fucking the living shit out of his dirty… filthy… nasty… little… CUNT slave! She wants it every day!”

She had been cumming on his cock for the last half an hour. She had lost count of how many times she had climaxed. She would finish cumming & then bounce right into another one. Some of the orgasms she was having didn’t even end… they just combined with the next one making one longer, much bigger orgasm. She was screaming now from all the pleasure she was receiving

“OH GOD YESSSSSSSS!! PLEASE MASTER, FUCK ME HARD & FAST! USE ME… USE MY BODY MASTER!! POUND THAT SLAVE PUSSY MASTER!! SLAM YOUR COCK IN MY TIGHT LITTLE CUNT!! YESSSSSS!!

She was cumming so hard now that he could barely thrust inside her at points from her pussy clamping down hard around his cock. He was getting close & he knew it. He pulled his cock out of her pussy & could see it glistening with pussy juice dripping off of it.

“Both of you get over here & suck your Master’s cock.”

They both jumped at the chance & started taking turns sucking on his hard cock. They were both very good at it. They started running their tongues up & down simultaneously… one tongue on each side of his thick cock. His slave started sucking on the head of his cock as Maria was sucking on his balls. He loved this combination & was getting even closer. He suddenly pulled out & started stroking his thick hard cock in front of his two kneeling slaves. They both wanted his cum & he knew it.

“I’m gonna cum soon… HERE IT COMES!”

He grunted loudly & started shooting cum out all over both of his slaves… first one & then the other. He finally finished cumming & their faces were dripping with cum.

“Why don’t you two help each other clean yourselves up?”

He watched with definite approval as they started licking the cum off of each other. They both loved the taste of their Master’s sperm & swallowed in whenever he told them they could. They each showed their Master the cum in their mouths before swallowing it & licking their lips.

“Good girls… now it’s time for bed.”

“Awww… “

“That wasn’t a request.”

Simultaneously they both said “Yes, Master”

He walked them to each of their separate cells & locked them inside for the night. He walked back towards the staircase with a wicked smile on his face before closing the door behind him & heading back up the stairs.

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House of Feathers Ch. 21: Another Lesson

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A stand-alone story following others in the series. This could easily have been placed in a number of different places, but BDSM seemed to be the best.

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With my wedding approaching, I felt I should be more frantic or something. Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be? Radiant overall yet panicking over details?

My mother and aunts being literally on the other side of the world, they were incapable of stoking any fires here unless I opened email or texts. I couldn’t do anything about a wedding dress until we flew into Paris and I knew that my mother, having made appointments for the Best Collections and Best Houses there, would be doing enough fretting for both of us. We would pick out rings in Amsterdam after that, no worries in a city of diamonds. Stockholm’s best hotel was throwing itself at our feet, no doubt fired up by my man’s high-powered European business partners. My aunt’s husband was a bishop no less and he would perform the ceremony. Catering, flowers, hairdressers – all in order. And all out of my control, so why worry?

There was even, I was reliably informed, a mink coat waiting for me at the Stockholm airport.

My only concern was to find enough clothes to travel in as far as Paris without being arrested. I was pretty sure I had a suitcase of stuff somewhere, but I hadn’t seen it since forever.

Put plainly, our only garb here on the island was sunblock, sandals and dark glasses. We got dressed only to go shopping in town and when a local couple came one morning a week for cleaning and maintenance. The locals had no reason to come by and we had no reason to conform.

I’d asked two recently-met friends, Max and Fleur, to be bridesmaids. We would meet them in Paris to arrange their dresses, which again was my mother’s problem. My maid of honour would fly to Paris with us. Right now, she was on the lawn three steps in front of me, making love to my fiancé.

Kaarin was hanging onto a palm tree, bent over at the waist. Her generous boobs swung beneath her as, hands on her hips, my man drove into her again and again. It was an inspiring sight and I could feel my nipples hardening. Knowing him, I could sense the pleasure she was feeling. I was sincerely tempted to go and join in, but I was enjoying the view. There was enough pleasure to go around and, in any case, I had my own plans.

Kaarin was tall, slim, blonde and far, far prettier than anybody had any right to be. She’d shown up here a wreck after a messy divorce had left her doubting even her femininity. It had taken a lot of patience from both of us to comfort her, bring her around, make her once again believe in herself – and in her desirability.

I’d reignited old university fires and had been sharing a part-time happy bed with her within a fortnight of her arrival, but that wasn’t her central issue. And, although she soon fell in love with my man and virtually admitted she wanted him, it had been a tortuous path. Her divorce baggage had not helped much, either.

Three in a bed had come soon enough, her nightmares had seen to that. Eventually, one night, I’d told her we were going to make love and she could stay or leave, as she chose.

She’d chosen to stay, but not to participate. Pulled but unsure of herself, her only action was to engage in – and only in – extended deep kissing with my man as I rode him to orgasm. Soon after, he began joining us when Kaarin and I made love – and it was making love – but again only as a witness and guest kisser. Fun, but not complete.

I had urged him to take her to bed, but, bless him, he had reservations, ethical issues about taking advantage of Kaarin’s emotional issues. And about me.

It had taken a lot of patience. Even with nightly bedroom romps between he, I and Kaarin-as-side-dish, my poor man was walking around almost crouched over in discomfort, such was the sight of two ultra-desirable women constantly nude in front of him.

Patience paid off, as it usually does.

Below me on the lawn, Kaarin’s cries were rising. My man’s slim hips were slapping against her bum faster and harder. I do like solid buns on a man – more crunch when it is needed. His strong, sure hands ran over her flawless bum, leading her into the final sprint.

Behind them, I could watch the surf roll in onto the beach. With the last chapter of my book sent off to the publishers, I had enough time to do precisely nothing and I was making the most of it. Sun, sleep and sex, that’s what this girl needed. I was working hard on all of them; Lord knows I wouldn’t see much of the first two in Stockholm.

Kaarin’s cries became almost continuous. She bucked and reared into my man, swayed her ass back and forth. I could see his rigid organ driving in and out of her. His face was set in a look of expectant concentration.

So much fun to share.

Kaarin gave a loud cry and slowly sank to her knees, leaving him behind. My man’s erect cock glistened in the sunlight; he needed release. I was about to go down ataşehir escort bayan and help him myself when she twisted over on the ground, reached up and pulled him down on top of her.

So I went and made us lunch.

We shared a shower before eating and slippery fun it was. One thing about joint showering with my man, we had the cleanest boobs in the time zone.

“Lunchtime, you two,” I eventually announced, turning off the water and passing towels.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kaarin gently fingering his manhood. I wagged my finger at her. “Not so soon.” Both sets of eyebrows went up, but for different reasons.

Sliding my finger along his cock, I let it trail off the end. It bounced. “You two have had your fun; now it’s my turn. I have plans for this little fellow after lunch.” His eyebrows went up, but he smiled. She just looked curious.

Our light lunch didn’t last long. Leaving the dishes in the sink, I told Kaarin to get him hard, but to not let him cum under any circumstances. When I returned with a bag under my arm, she was on her knees in front of him, licking him like a lollipop.

“Kaarin, love,” I said, squatting down and hugging her, “we are going to be playing some Games this afternoon. Nobody’s going to get hurt, but you might find it off-putting. If so, go watch the whales and we’ll be along in an hour or three.” I kissed her cheek. “It’s OK, really.”

“If it involves this beautiful man here, I want to see,” she stated firmly.

I nodded, then decided I might as well see how she handled things. I pulled a set of cuffs from the bag. Her eyes bugged out but saw that he had no objection. They were on his ankles and wrists in less than a minute.

I wanted to get her involved. “Hon, would you please fasten his wrists together behind his back?” While she was doing that, I squeezed his balls away from his body and snapped a thin cuff around his scrotum.

Handing her the leash, I asked, “Bring him along, please.” Her eyes opened wide at the surprising sight, but she took the loop and the two trailed after me down the bay path.

Paracord lines were already hanging from two palm trees close to the water. This wasn’t our first rodeo…

I ran the lines through V-cleat fittings on each cuff, leaving him spread-eagled and facing the water just metres away. The leash dangled from the base of his manhood.

Kaarin was staring at the spectacle he presented. She ran light fingertips down his chest, then turned to face me. “This… Will this involve whipping him or something? That is just sick.”

I hugged her. “Well, I guess it can be, hon, depending on the people and how they relate, but don’t worry. We’re not really into pain.” I smiled. “I will show you some tricks later. Right now, help me put some sunscreen on him. Front or back?”

“Uh, front, I guess.”

The two of use spent five minutes rubbing sunblock over his entire body. I noticed, smiling to myself, that she didn’t stint on protecting his wedding tackle, slowly, persistently rubbing quite a bit of sunblock on it. Even given his recent ride under the palms, my man squirmed under her ministrations, his erection twitching and pulsing in her hands.

Good start…

“The most important thing, hon, is for you to remember that he can’t be allowed to cum until we decide to let him. That’s what the game is all about.”

“Is that not a bit cruel?”

“In the short term, perhaps, but it’s a lot of fun on both sides and the ending can be amazing. You’ll see – denial really boosts the final voltage. We do this a lot.”

She looked at my man. “Really?” He nodded.

We let the sunblock sink in for a bit.

“The idea is to keep him at the brink of cumming, but not letting him actually get over the line.”

“How?”

“Any way you want, hon. He likes it all. And two of us should be capable of all sorts of fun ideas.”

I knelt in from on him and tickled behind his balls with my nails. Kaarin giggled.

“Kiss him for me, will you, hon? One of your good ones.”

With his legs spread so widely, his head was at the same height as hers. She leaned in, grabbed his head and worked on sucking out his tongue. His toes curled. He started kissing back and my toes curled – I knew what sort of kisses each of them could give.

Kaarin broke the kiss and smiled at me. “I could get to like this!”

“You will, I promise. But I also promised to show you some things.” I brought out a Bondage 101 toy, a doeskin flogger.

Kaarin’s eyes popped wide. “I thought you said no whips!”

“What I said was ‘no real pain’. Try this in your leg. Go on – it won’t hurt.”

She timidly flipped it across one thigh, then harder. “Sort of tingles!”

“Mmm-hmm. All it does is excite the skin. So go ahead, try it on him.”

Kaarin snapped it harder against her other leg, then harder again.

“See, hon? It really doesn’t hurt. pendik escort bayan You wind up feeling tingly and excited. So do your best. Just stay away from his face and these .” I ran my fingers lovingly over his cock and balls.

Obviously reaching a conclusion, she smiled and flicked it lightly at his calf. Seeing no particular response, she tried it harder. He shifted a little. So she swung it hard against his bum. He tensed and sighed. His skin turned a little bit pink under the tender lash.

I looked at her. “Sometime, if you wish, you can try it yourself. There’s always a safe word that stops everything.”

She looked at my man. “And you like this?”

He thought for a moment. “Hmm. Not always at the time, but it feels very nice when it stops, like being super-sensitive all over. And it can actually be pleasurable, if done right. There’s a kind of high to it.”

The girl;s eyebrows went up, but she smiled and began flogging him again, tentatively at first, then harder. My man twisted in his bonds.

“Let’s try something else,” I said. “Men are very visual, so I like to leave the blindfold off most of the time, but here’s a good time for one.” Reaching over his head, I snapped it in place. “Now he can’t see where or when the next one is coming.”

Kaarin grinned, obviously getting into the swing of things, as it were. She began to rain blows at irregular times, moving around his body. He jerked and hissed, but kept silent. Five minutes later, his body was glowing as if he had just come off a tennis court.

“That’s enough, hon. This is just a warm-up; it’s time to move on. Take off his blindfold. We want him to be able to watch from now on.”

His eyes blinked in the sudden sunlight. His erection, although untouched, was as red as the rest of him.

“Here,” I said, handing her our special eagle feather. “He’s not ticklish, but he really gets off on having his dangly bits teased with this.”

She smiled in anticipation – such a confident change from when she has first arrived! She walked around him, running her hands over his body. In front of him, she reached up and pulled his head to hers, kissing him fiercely, then knelt and used the tip of the feather to tease behind his wrinkled sack before stroking the length of his shaft with the edge, as if shaving with a straight razor.

His eyes closed and his hips began to rock back and forth, as if trying to mate with an invisible lover. All he met with was more stimulation, this time directed at the head. His cock would move forward and be flicked with the feather. He’d pull away from the maddening sensation and she’d follow. Five minutes of it left him squirming in his frustration.

“Beautiful,” I told her, “But I’ll show you something else now. Stand up beside me.”

Standing in front of her, I looked up at her face. “Here’s where vision comes into play'” I smiled. I ran my hand slowly up her hip and flank over perfect skin, ending by cupping a hard-nippled breast. I stood up on tiptoe and pursed my lips. A light went on in her eyes as she realized that tormenting and stoking his desire need not involve touching him.

Her soft lips closed over mine and I could feel her hands close on my bare bottom, fondling and working my cheeks. I moved my other hand up to catch her second boob and felt my world go fuzzy as a slim finger traced the length of my lower lips.

So loved! To be loved so much by two different people! I felt so incredibly lucky. Sex was just the icing on the cake.

Very, very good icing, of course…

I loved him with all my heart and that would never change, but now I put everything I had into kissing Kaarin. Two beautiful sets of lips worked together, two beautiful bodies ground against one another, two voices gasped their increasing excitement.

I glanced at my man out of the corner of my eye. His eyes were riveted onto the girl-girl display not much further in front of him than the end of his stiff and neglected organ. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip.

One of Kaarin’s hands slid over my hip and between my legs, coming to rest lightly on my so-very-awake clit. A moan I couldn’t stop slipped out of me as her finger stroked and teased. I squeezed her breasts and felt my heart pound.

“Time, dear,” I whispered. “I’m really enjoying this, but we can’t neglect the audience.” I slipped out of her arms and, taking her by the shoulders, turned the striking woman to face my man. I held her waist and pushed between her shoulders. Catching on, she bent at the waist and, bringing a hand up to hold and fondle his scrotum, she took him into her mouth, pumping his shaft with the other hand. Her head bobbed back and forth.

“Don’t let him cum,” I reminded her as I knelt behind her and pushed her legs far enough apart that I could reach her pussy with my lips and tongue.

She was dripping wet and the sweet marine odour set my own pussy on fire. I licked ümraniye escort bayan her lips, twirled her clit and poked a stiff tongue into her slit, over and again. Her thigh muscles tensed and I could hear her calling my name between strokes.

Looking over her back, I could see my man’s eyes almost bulging from their sockets.

She stopped, pulled away from him and stood up. “He is close,” she said, turning around to face me.

“Well, we’ll just have to give him something to think about while he settles down,” I said seriously. I took her wrist and pulled her down onto the grass. She came into my arms like an angel. Her boobs pressed against mine, our nipples kissed.

We spent the next 10 minutes stroking and fondling each other in front of my frustrated lover. His cock was twitching and pulsing and his eyes flicked from boobs to bottoms to lips on pussies and then started all over again.

Eventually, I got up and knelt in front of him. Kaarin came over and started playing with his nipples, waiting to see what I would do. I formed a circle with thumb and forefinger and started flicking it up and down over the rim of his head. He jerked back and forth, so I grabbed his ball sack with the other hand to hold him still.

“Having fun?” I asked to nobody in particular.

“Oh my, oh yes!” came the reply from the enthusiastic girl. My tethered man just groaned, part pleasure and part frustration.

I stood up, spread my legs and, pressing his suffering purple manhood against his stomach, began to slowly run my sopping pussy lips up and down over its underside, clutching his behind with my hands to keep up pressure against him. Kaarin looked down, fascinated. I nearly came myself. I pulled away and began rapidly pumping his shaft with one hand, then stopping, then starting again. With my other hand, I reached over and slid two fingers into Kaarin, twisting and stroking her slippery insides. She gasped.

“Please…” he begged.

“Uh, uh, lover,” I replied. “We haven’t shown Kaarin all our tricks yet, have we?”

I stepped back from them and went over to my toy-bag and brought out a bottle of sparkling fruit juice, condensation glistening on its sides. I had forgotten to bring glasses. No matter; I twisted the cap off and took a long drink before handing it to Kaarin. She stood up, took a drink and held it to the tethered man’s mouth. He gulped thirstily at it.

I set the bottle aside and poured some lube on my hands. Lacing my fingers together, I began stroking his organ up and down with a firm grip. Then I stopped and started slowly massaging that supersensitive triangle just under his swollen head.

He initially stood still, then began to try to move within the cage of fingers. I wouldn’t let him and moved with him. I kept massaging that triangle and he was soon panting in his need. Kaarin, I saw, had sat down to one side and was watching us as she fingered herself with one hand. Her other hand mounded her breasts, fingers moving from one nipple to the other.

I let go of him and smiled up at her. “Still having doubts, dear? Too kinky for you?” I knelt behind her, leaving him a good field of view. I reached down and, moving her hand aside, played with one of her nipples.

“No, this is fun. So fun.”

I could feel her fingers slide between us and enter my pussy, so I shifted my hand to hers. Maybe it was time…

She turned her head over her shoulder and I bent down to kiss her. Hard. She slid down and over to pull us into a classic soixant-neuf position. A thumb entered me and started stroking my G-spot as her tongue twirled around my pussy. I took her pussy lips, one in either hand and pulled them gently apart while focusing on her clit with my lips and tongue. Neither of us was interested in subtlety right then, we were both too turned on. Only that our mouths were full kept our cries from deafening each other.

Kaarin suddenly screamed and sagged. I was so close myself. It was time to end the game.

I poured some lube between my boobs and, cupping them with my hands, knelt before my man and guided his cock between them. I started rocking forwards and backwards and he began jerking back and forth as quickly as he could. My boobs were by then supersensitive and had a direct line to my clit. Messages of congratulations were flowing southward as I focussed on the breathtaking sensations his iron manhood was providing the Girls.

My man was himself on the edge; I could feel his thigh muscles tensing.

“Kaarin, hon,” I said, “if you are up to it, could you help us a minute, please?”

A flushed blonde head appeared over my shoulder, a hand gently stroked my hair.

“Kiss him for me, will you?”

She stood up, took his head, leaned in, covered his lips with hers. With that, he began to cum. All three of us were covered as jets of manjuice shot over us. That was what I needed to see and a sweet but powerful all-body orgasm hit me. Boobgasms are always wonderful, but, with this one, my knees, my shoulder blades were involved. My hair was having an orgasm.

I fell away, stunned. I watched as Kaarin untied our man. His arms closed around her, at first for support, then morphing into a loving kiss. They joined me on the soft grass. We lay together in the sun, Kaarin in the middle.

She lightly stroked his now-softening penis. “Was that… OK for you?”

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