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La Belle et Le Bête

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Belle sat at the creek just down hill from the cabin she lived in with her little sister Mel. She sat on a large rock near the waters edge while she let the constant stream of water flow across her feet. She wiggled her toes and sat relaxed as she watched the sun come up in the beautiful Virginia sky.

This was her favorite spot to be at since she was a little girl. She leaned back and breathed in the mountain air she had been accustomed to just about all her life.

She had walked down to the creek about 20 minutes ago after having woken up from yet another nightmare. For the last week it was always the same.

Belle and Mel were walking together in a big field with the sun shining. They were laughing and talking until dark clouds descended upon where they were standing. Then abruptly dark figures came out of nowhere and dragged the sisters in opposite directions. They kicked and screamed but to no avail, the figures wouldn’t let either of them go. Then one of the figures would grab her by her neck and slowly tighten his grip. She struggled for breath until she awoke sweating and gasping for breath.

“What do these blasted dreams mean?” She mumbled out loud. She shook her head and tried to relax a little more before she would need to start breakfast.

She had her eyes closed when she heard the sound of a wagon near her house. Her eyes flew open. No one ever came by their cabin. And even if they did, no one should be here at this time of morning.

Belle quickly got up from the rock and ran up the bank that led to the creek. That’s when she heard it; the screams that she had been hearing in her nightmare.

“Mel! Melanie! What’s going on?” She screamed as she rounded the corner. She took in the scene before her: there were three men standing around her sister, one was holding her while the other two were looking in her direction.

Belle’s eyes widened at what she saw. “Get away from my sister!” She ran towards the men but was suddenly grabbed from behind. It seemed there was another man she had missed when she looked around.

She kicked, screamed, and tried to free herself to no avail. “Please! Please just let my sister go! Take me instead.”

The man who held her spoke up. “No way. We need you both. Now shut up and get in the carriage,” he said as he pushed her towards a carriage she hadn’t noticed before. He none to gently helped her into the area for people to sit. Another man pushed her sister in after her and then went around to the front of the wagon.

A man dressed much better than the other three was standing outside giving orders to the men. Belle leaned sideways and opened her arms to hug her sister. “Don’t worry Mel,” she whispered,” we’ll be okay.”

“And how do you know that Belle? We’ve just been kidnapped from our home we have lived at since we were babes! What do they want with us?” She said in an anxious whisper.

“Just trust me little sister. I’ll get to the bottom of this.” She shushed her sister as she was about to respond. “I think that man is coming. Quiet.”

The man came to the door of the carriage and looked in. “Make haste boys. I want to be in the city by noon,” he said as he climbed into the carriage. Someone shut the door behind him and then the carriage started moving.

“Sir, please tell us where you will be taking us.” Belle said.

“Somewhere to pay off the debt on your house. You wont be able to live there any longer now that there is no white person to oversee you anyway.”

“But that was our house! And there was no debt! Our mother would have told us about a debt!” Belle said exasperated.

The man looked up and into Belle’s face with bored look on his face. “I’ve been instructed to bring you to Odenton, Maryland. Now shut your mouth. I’m tired of arguing with someone who is not my equal,” he said while picking up the book that was next to him.

Belle and Mel sat holding hands and watching the scenery, thinking about what their future would bring.

It took about three hours for them to reach Odenton where Belle and Melanie had been told they were going.

They came to a beautiful looking yellow house that bordered on being a mansion. Under the circumstances Belle wasn’t too excited to be here but if it were voluntary she probably would have been extremely eager to see the house.

One of the men who were riding in the front of the carriage came around, opened the door, and grabbed Mel’s arm to get her down. Belle started scooting over towards the door when the man who had been riding with her pushed her back and climbed out the door.

He looked back at her and smiled. “Not your house sweetheart. Only Ms. Melanie will be living here.”

Belle’s eyes connected with görükle escort her sisters and she could see the tears well up in her eyes. Mel started fighting the man who was holding her hard. “Don’t let them take me Belle! Belle!”

Belle jumped out the carriage and happened to make her way over to her sister. She hugged her sister tightly as if she never wanted to let her go. Two of the men were on either side of them trying to pull them apart but Belle hung on long enough to whisper in her little sisters ear, “I will find you mon choux! Je’taime petite fille!” The men finally got them apart and started dragging Belle back to the carriage while one of the men along with the well dressed man pushed Mel towards the house.

The sisters never took their eyes off of each other while being pulled and tugged in the directions their captors were ushering them in.

“Je’taime aussi Belle! I know we’ll find each other again!” Mel said as tears streamed down her eyes.

“Remember what maman taught us…” was the last thing Belle was able to shout out to her sister before they were finally able to push her into the carriage. She sunk down into the seat and started sobbing.

“How could I lose my own sister?!” She said out loud. She pounded her head with her hands as she thought back to the last time she saw her mother alive.

She remembered how she brushed her moms dull blonde hair out of her pale and once lively face. She kissed her moms forehead and then looked into her watery green eyes.

“Belle, my firstborn… I love you so much. You know that right?” Her mother Solaine said to her.

Belle nodded. “I know maman.”

She smiled and looked to the right of her bed where her youngest daughter had her head bent. “Melanie? Mon choux? Come here and sit with your maman,” Solaine said.

When she sat down on the bed she looked into her mother’s eyes and a tear came down her cheek. “Maman, but what will we do without you? You cant die,” she sobbed, “you just cant!”

“Sweetheart… death is not an awful thing. This body will go back to the earth that it came from. But my soul… that will live on forever.” She put the palm of her hand onto Melanie’s little caramel face and stroked her smooth skin. “Its okay baby. Your sister will always be there to take care of you; and you have to look out for her.”

She looked between both of them. “Promise me. Promise me you will both take care of each other and no matter what always stick together.”

“We promise maman,” they said in unison.

“Good girls,” she smiled. “Now come lay down with me.”

As the two girls snuggled into their mother’s side she peacefully glided off into unconsciousness and then died. 19-year-old Belle was now going to be in charge of her 17-year-old sister. And who would have known she would mess up her mothers dying wish less than a month after her death?

Just then the well-dressed man climbed back into the carriage and her flashback faded.

“Well, now that that’s all taken care of we’re off to the manor that you will be residing at.”

Belle didn’t speak a word this time; she just stared out the window and hoped for a miracle. 15 minutes after leaving the house were her sister was dropped off they arrived at a huge mansion and she was pulled out of the carriage.

The well-dressed man grabbed her by her arm led her towards the back of the house where the head maid was waiting for her.

“Here’s the girl Mr. Béliveau requested we pick up, Mrs. Anastasie.”

The old graying woman that he was talking to just nodded her head and lightly took Belle’s arm to lead her threw the back door.

Belle thought to fight her off but she was getting the gentlest treatment she had ever been afforded by a white woman. They stepped in the door and Belle found herself in the kitchen of the big house. She looked around in awe, for she had never seen a kitchen so extravagant and big. Her whole house was about as big as this kitchen!

When she had finished looking around the kitchen her eyes drifted back to the old white woman. Anastasie the man called her.

She had to be in her late 50’s and she was a slightly plump woman who wore spectacles and a pleasant smile on her sweet face.

“Hello dearie. I’m Mrs. Anastasie and I’m the head maid here. I’m the overseer of everything that goes on.” She moved closer to Belle and took her hand into her own. “Now I know you didn’t have the best experience getting here and I’m sorry about that. But this is where you’ll be living and working now. Everything will be fine if you just do as you’re told.”

“What exactly am I here for?”

“You’re here to clean and cook as needed. That’s all you will be required bursa escort bayan to do. Trust me, it’s not bad here. You will probably be safer and more cared for than you would have been wherever they picked you up,” Mrs. Anastasie said while patting her hand.

Belle stared off into space although Anastasie had expected her to respond to the things she had said.

“Hmm… You look peaked dear. Would you like some tea while I explain the in’s and out’s of the house?”

“Yes please,” came quietly from her mouth.

Anastasie smiled and started getting the water ready for the tea.

“Oh my, where are my manners? I forgot to ask you your name.” She turned and looked at Belle expectantly.

“My name is Belle,” she said while looking down at her hands. She had started picking at her nails and the skin around them; a nervous habit that started when she was younger.

Her mind drifted off and she couldn’t help but wonder where her baby sister was. Were the people treating her as nicely as Belle was being treated? She was sick with worry for her sister and didn’t even notice Mrs. Anastasie sit the tea down in front of her until she tapped her arm.

“Are you ok? You’re turning pale my dear. What’s wrong?”

Tears came to Belle’s eyes instantly as she voiced her concerns. “I’m all my sister has and… she’s all I’ve got.” Belle shook her head. “She’s only 17 and she’s just lost her mother. She shouldn’t have lost her sister too.”

Mrs. Anastasie patted her on her back. “Well dear, I’m sure your sister is quite fine at her new house. And I’m sure if you perform well here it can be arranged that you meet up with your sister every once in a while.”

“Really? That’s possible?!”

“I’m sure. Mr. Béliveau is not an unreasonable man. As a matter of fact I think you’ll like him.” Mrs. Anastasie smiled brightly. “Now drink up and I’ll show you to your room.”

A couple hours later after Mrs. Anastasie had instructed Belle on the rules of the household and showed her around the house, she instructed her to get dressed and then clean up the study that Mr. Béliveau entertained in the night before.

Belle looked around her room. It was simple and small with just a bed, a nightstand, and a dresser. Mrs. Anastasie had showed her that she had several of her gray and white maids outfits and a few changes of clothes for when she wasn’t required to be dressed as a maid.

She reached into her dresser and picked out a spotless white blouse and the gray skirt that went to her knees and then put them on. Then she folded the dress she had taken off and placed it into the dresser.

She went out the door to her quarters, made a right, and headed down the servants stairs. She went down the hall at the bottom of the steps and came out in the foyer. She went on the other side of the steps where she remembered Mrs. Anastasie had showed her the study was located.

Belle opened the heavy oak door and walked into the study. She scrunched up her face at the leftover smell of cigar smoke that hung in the air.

She stood in the doorway for a moment and took in this massive room that was called the study. She looked to the right and saw a large oak desk that had papers neatly stacked on it.

Then she glanced at the humongous bookshelf that seemed to be calling her name. ‘Come on Belle… Focus on what you were sent here for. Wouldn’t be good to get in trouble already,’ she said to herself.

She made her way over to a side table with two armchairs sitting next to it and picked up two empty glasses that reeked of scotch. She placed them in a little basket so she could take them back to the kitchen and then pulled out a cloth from her pocket in order to wipe all the ash off the table and floor.

“Really? They couldn’t make it into the tray?” She shook her head.

After she got off her knees from cleaning she looked back towards the bookshelf. She just couldn’t help herself and it felt like she was drawn to the bookshelf as if she was sleep walking.

Although she thought she had an awfully big collection at home, it was completely nothing compared to this one. There were about 8 bookshelves that lined the back wall to the study. Belle considered all the furniture in the room and thought the bookshelf was the best part of the study.

She scanned the books by lightly running her fingertips over their spines. She noticed many of the novels were French and she thought she would love to read them one day.

Then a familiar title caught her attention and she snatched the book from the shelf. She was so engrossed in the book that she didn’t notice a figure that had been in the room the whole time, approaching her.

Zacharie bursa escort Béliveau was lying on a couch towards the window at the end of his bookcase when his new maid came in. Correction: his new slave. This was the first time he had ever owned a slave and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but the reasons for having her were complicated.

He thought he’d watch her for a minute before he made his presence known.

The first thing he noticed was her curly and crazy auburn hair that rested on her shoulders. She was already in that dreadful uniform that Anastasie made every girl that came into the household wear, yet he could still tell that she had some serious curves beneath them.

And when her face turned his way as she started to clean the ashes, he saw that she was adorned with a light caramel shade to her skin. He had never actually seen a Negro woman that was as light as she nor as beautiful. It would have taken his breath away had he not realized she was completely off limits for more than the obvious reason.

He watched her as she looked over the books upon his bookshelf. He wondered if she knew how to read and got his answered when she grabbed a book she clearly recognized and her face lit up with a smile.

He stood and started approaching the girl caught in a world of her own as she flipped through the pages.

He smiled. “So mademoiselle, what is that you’re reading?”

She jumped and grabbed her chest. “Oh Mon dieu! You scared the hell out of me!” She exclaimed before slapping her hand over her mouth. She had realized what she said and whom she was talking to.

Zacharie smirked. ‘This girl is definitely far from normal,’ he thought to himself.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Béliveau!” She put her head down and looked into her basket, seemingly embarrassed that she said something like that to the owner of the house, the first time they met. “I’ll just take these things down to the kitchen to be washed.”

“What about the book you’ve taken from my bookshelf?”

Belle’s eyes got wide and locked with his. “I really didn’t mean to do that… It just caught my eye and I completely forgot I still had it.” She moved to put it back but stopped when his hand closed around her wrist.

He saw her look into his eyes and suddenly saw her flush a mute shade of pink. He smirked and wondered what she was thinking.

“I don’t think I caught your name mademoiselle,” he said while still holding her wrist.

She looked down and then backed up, acting as if she was shy. “My name is Belle.”

‘How appropriate,’ he thought as his mouth turned into a crooked smile. “It fits you ma chère.”

She blushed even pinker and he saw the edges of her mouth turn slightly upward. “Thank you.”

He smiled, “And as I’m sure you know, my name is Zacharie Béliveau.”

He finally let her wrist go and looked down at the book. “So what were you reading?”

Belle looked down at the book as if it was an old friend. “La Belle et Le Bête. I used to read it all the time when I was younger.”

Zacharie looked at her curiously. “I’ve never met a slave that could read, and in French no less. Who taught you these things?”

The pleasant face that Belle had been wearing, faded into a scowl and she put her hand on her hip. “I’ll have you know that I am not a slave nor have I ever been one! My mother taught me how to read, write, and speak just like everyone else! And she is the one who taught me both French and English.”

His curious gaze turned into a menacing one and he took one step closer to Belle so that his body towered over hers and she had to look up into his face. He looked into the green and hazel colored swirl that made up her eyes and almost didn’t say what he needed to.

But he spoke to her in a clear, low voice, “Well sweetheart, you ARE a slave now. If you ever take tones like that with me again it will not be a good day for you.”

Zacharie closed his eyes, let out a deep breath, and then looked back at her. On her face he could see a mixture of surprise at what he said, along with fear and anger. He felt bad for her but that didn’t mean he could let her talk to him any kind of way.

“If you truly weren’t a slave before… Then I know you’re probably upset and going through a lot of emotions but that was your first and last pardon from my wrath.”

He turned away from her and started walking towards his desk.

“You may leave. Keep the book with you and return it where you found it when you are done.” He sat down at his desk and began to gather papers together. He found himself glancing up as she turned to leave the room and found her wiping a tear from her cheek as she opened the door.

He wasn’t too sure about this girl yet. Not being a slave her whole life was pretty far fetched; but she certainly didn’t act ass though she had ever been threatened by the sting of a whip. Maybe he had the wrong information on her…

Whatever the case, he would damn well make sure she respected him.

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Cynthia’s Submission

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I am not a lesbian. At least I never thought of myself as one. Even now I don’t feel I am one, but my recent experiences have made me realize that no matter what gender, I am willing to serve a dominant; a master.

As a high school English teacher I have always thought I was the one in control; that I was the leader. In the case of this last school year and a very confident student, my outlook of myself has changed.

Being a young, attractive female teacher in a high school, I am well aware of the thoughts that go through the minds of students and colleagues. I know full well that I get my share of interested stares from the opposite sex and an equal number of jealous looks from females. My beauty has always been a tool I have used to my advantage; my power.

At the beginning of the last school year I began to lose that power to that one confident student I mentioned; her name was Sage Winfield. I took notice of her unnatural confidence, as well as her natural beauty, immediately. When she entered my class room for the first time, she did it with such grace and purpose; as if she knew she was in control of everything, and everyone around her. The following is a full account of my submission to her as my mistress.

Sage most certainly owned whatever room she happened to be in. However it was never in a way that seemed cocky or stuck up, just confident. On the first day of school she waited after class, sitting upright in her chair, until everyone else left for lunch; leaving me and her alone. Thinking she needed something I asked her if anything was a matter. Her response was no, she just wanted to see me without anyone around. Quizzically I asked what she meant. She in turn asked if I would be available after classes for some one on one help. I informed her, as I would any other student, that I am indeed available after class periods, before lunch, and at the end of the day. With that she smiled and said that would be satisfactory before turning to leave the room.

Her last statement seemed as though what I had said pleased her. My availability was satisfactory? At first I thought nothing of it; I just took it in and finished teaching the rest of my classes. It wasn’t until I was sitting at home that I really began to go over what she had said. As a twenty six year old women I have never had an experience in which a simple statement has caused me to ponder it’s meaning which such deep thought. With my analyzing of Sage’s statement I began to think more about her as a person; more about her confidence, her beauty. This simple statement was causing me to spend the entire night just thinking about Sage, and I soon realized that it was having some unexpected effects on me.

I began to become very warm, as thoughts of Sage flowed through my mind. A sense of eagerness fueled my thoughts, which were quickly becoming desires. I was in unusual state of arousal; my breathing became more rapid and I soon felt my crotch dampen. These feelings both scared me and spurred me on to delve deeper into the reason behind them. I came to the conclusion that because Sage has her innate confidence, as well as her stunning beauty, that this is why I began to think about her, but it was her as a whole that interested me. I was drawn to her, to know more about her, to better connect with her. I felt that in doing so I would become better; that connecting with her I would be enlightened. All of these feelings were prompted by one single meeting with a new student. I made it my goal after that long night of self investigation to do whatever it took to become that better person, to connect with Sage. No matter the means or the end, I knew it was the journey to come that would be the important part, the thing that my life was missing.

The next day, as classes began, my mind was still with Sage. I do not know how I managed to get through those early classes, but somehow I did. The class Sage was in, or as I was starting to believe, Sage’s class, was the last one before the lunch break. When she entered the room she had my attention, though I tried to not make it too obvious as to let on to the other students. Confident as always, she strolled into class wearing a long flowing dress with her leather bag hanging off her shoulder. The dress was a modest, cotton black one with some floral stitch work at the bottom which hung to just below her ankles. She looked beautiful and radiant; it took much effort on my part to pull my eyes away from her and began the lesson. I focused hard on the lesson and before I knew it the bell was ringing, and the students began to file out to go to lunch. All except Sage, she once again remained seated while the others hustled to leave. When it was just me and her left she once again approached my desk were I was seated behind. This time however she spoke first, asking me if she could ask a personal question. I replied by telling her normally that would be inappropriate, but for her to go ahead and ask away; I would decide if it was too personal to answer. She asked if she could know my first name, justifying her wanting to know by informing me that she liked to feel as though she had a connection with her teachers which would help her learn more efficiently. Her use of the word “connection” made it seem as though she was inside my head. görükle escort That is exactly what I desired, but it couldn’t be what she actually was implying.

Either way I answered her question without a thought, I told her my first name, Cynthia. I even went a step further and informed her that if it made her any more comfortable she could use it instead of my professional name, Ms. Watts, whenever we happen to be alone. She seemed pleased by this, and responded with a smile and stating that she has a feeling that the two of us being alone would be a common event. With that she left once again for lunch, just as she had yesterday. Once again I was left to try and decipher what the true meaning of her last statement was. This time however, I did not wait until I was home to begin analyzing her words, I spent the rest of the afternoon’s open moments sitting and pondering.

Throughout the rest of my day I wondered what exactly Sage had meant by us being alone was going to be a common event. Was she feeling the way I was? Did she what a connection with me like the one I desired to have with her? These questions kept replaying in my head, and I couldn’t get over the fact that I, the elder woman, was being drawn towards wanting to be closer to a younger woman; a student no less.

By the end of classes my mind was clouded with all the different scenarios that could play out between Sage and me. Just as I was shaking myself out of the fog and gathering my things to leave, there was a knock at my door. I got up to open it to see who it could be, and to my surprise, as well as my enjoyment, it was Sage. Upon opening the door, she said nothing, but instead confidently entered the room and proceeded to sit on top of one of the first row desks. Instinctively, I closed the door and went over to greet her. However, before I could get a word out Sage spoke to me, asking a question.

“Cynthia, how do you see me?”

I smiled when I heard her use my first name and responded, without thinking, stating my true feelings.

“I see you as extremely confident, bright, an intoxicating source of curiosity, and of course radiantly beautiful.”

It just came out, no thought behind it at all. Those were my true feelings and because I felt such a connection with Sage I did not worry how what I said sounded, or how she would take it. Her response was how I expected it to be; cool and calm.

“Cynthia, it seems as though you think very highly of me. Some would say your statement implies strong feelings towards me. How should I take what you have just revealed to me?”

“I do think highly of you, very high, and it scares me to admit that I do believe I am beginning to develop feelings for you. Since our first encounter I can’t stop thinking about you. I desire to connect with you on any level you may allow me to. If this is too much I am sorry, I just don’t want a chance to be with you, or even near you, be wasted.”

“Cynthia, what you have just explained to me in no way scares me. Quite the opposite in fact; what you expressed pleases me. For I have been expecting it, maybe not as fast as it has occurred, but I have been expecting it. See, I have known of you since last year; I would see you in the halls of this school and wonder what it be like to control you, to make you the person I knew you could become. I requested your class, even though I don’t need any more English credits. I wanted the chance to test my theory about you. My theory being that you would make an excellent submissive, I see it as your true nature. So my question for you Cynthia is do you want that connection, the connection to me as my submissive? Is that not truly the connection you desire?”

What she had just said shocked me. I never expected her to be as fourth coming as she had been. But I guess that is her nature; always confident. It took me some time to process what she was proposing. She apparently understood the feelings I was having far better than I did. I was still unsure what I meant by a connection with her. All I knew was I wanted one; I just couldn’t comprehend what that entitled. If her view of me was correct, that I was someone who was to be a submissive, why had I not realized it? Maybe my feelings toward her were submissive in nature; I did feel as though what she represented as a whole was right and that knowing her, following her, would make me better. Does this mean I do indeed want to become her submissive? My heart says yes, and my brain, though coming up with reasons why it would be wrong, is also pushing towards accepting Sage’s offer. After a long silence in which I processed everything in my head, I answered.

“Yes. That is what I want.”

“Excellent. To hear you admit your understanding of your true self pleases me very much Cynthia. However, I must ask one more thing to confirm your comprehension about what you are agreeing to. Do you understand that to be my submissive you must turn over all control of your life to me? I will allow no restrictions; you are to do as I say and follow my commands at all times, no matter the situation. Is this clear Cynthia?”

This time my answer was quick. I needed no time to think it through.

“Yes, I understand completely. It is clear to me what is expected.”

“Well bursa escort bayan Cynthia, all I ask of you now is to prove it. Tell me in your own words what it is you want.”

“I want to turn my life over to you; for you to have complete power over me. I want to be you’re submissive, because I know that being your submissive will make me a better person.”

“That is perfect. Let me now go over the ground rules of our relationship together in which you must always abide by or else there will no longer be an ‘us’. First, you are to always refer to me as mistress. Second, you may never disobey any direct commands I give you. Lastly, anytime I feel you have not served me as you should, I will punish you. These three rules are constants, but more may be added if I deem it necessary is this understood?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Very well, now for your first test; a test to see how committed you truly are to being my sub, to doing exactly as I say. Cynthia, I want you to remove your clothes and kneel in front of me, placing your hands behind you head. Doing so will show exactly how far you are willing to submit, and to be my sub I will need full submission.”

I was stunned at how quickly things were progressing. I knew I had to do as she commanded or else I would lose the chance to connect with her. However, doing what was asked would be dangerous, and uncharacteristic of a teacher. This being understood, I knew what I had to do, what I wanted to do. I proceeded to complete her command. I removed my blouse first, unbuttoning the front and exposing the white cotton bra that concealed my breasts. Sliding it off my shoulders, I let it slip to the floor at my feet and began to unzip my black pencil skirt. It too quickly fell to my feet and I stepped out of it. I was now standing in front of a student, who was now my mistress, wearing only a pair of black flats, my bra, and a matching pair of bikini cut panties. I then bent down to remove my shoes, releasing my feet to stand bare on the cool surface of the tile floor. Reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra causing it to spring open before sliding down my arms to gather with the building pile that was the rest of my clothes. My last step was to remove my panties, which I did by hooking my thumbs under the waist band and rolling them done my thighs until they fell on their own to pool at my ankles. I quickly stepped out of them and took my position kneeling in front of my mistress with hands behind my head, interlocking my fingers. It was both nerve racking as well as liberating to be in that my position; that position being naked on my knees in my own classroom while in front of a student of mine. If it had not been for my door being closed, anyone walking the halls would have been able to see that I was completely exposed. My nerves were on edge and my body shivered as I awaited further instructions from my mistress.

Deliberately taking her time, Sage slowly circled me. She examined me closely without saying a word. The silence was only adding to my now building arousal. When she was behind me she bent down and picked up the pile of my discarded clothes before continuing her circle back to the front of me. Setting my clothes down on top of a desk, she began to go through them as if deciding what to do with them. After looking through them for a while she spoke.

“Cynthia, your ability to quickly follow my instructions makes me happy. You should never worry about anything I have you do. You should always trust that it is for the best, though sometimes it may not look that way at first. From looking at your clothing, I get the sense that you have a good sense of style and fashion. However, from this point on what you wear will be my decision. That is why I had you remove your clothes. Your submission to me must start from a clean slate. Now that this has been accomplished, we can move on with our next step. For this you must remain as you are as I retrieve my bag from my locker. I will be taking your clothes with me as a way to make sure you don’t get any ideas of getting dressed. You will have to trust that I will return. Be good my Cynthia, and remember you are to remain in that position until I return.”

With that she turned at left the room, thankfully closing the door behind her. I was now left in my state only able to think about everything that is happening and that has happened. To wonder and worry about all the different scenarios that could unfold. A colleague of mine could walk in and find me naked and kneeling, or another student could come by looking for something they may have left behind. All of which were totally plausible scenarios, this was a public building after all. It wasn’t as if I was submitting in the privacy of my own home or even a motel room by that matter. I had to trust in Sage that everything was going to be fine, no matter what. She was testing me once again; testing my commitment to her as my mistress. I was alone like this for almost five minutes according to the clock hanging on the wall directly in front of me before Sage returned.

She returned as promised, with her bag hanging over her shoulder and my clothes tucked under her opposite arm. Upon entering the room, she closed the door, locking it from the inside, and placed my clothes atop bursa escort of the book shelf located on the wall next to the door. She walked towards me stopping at the front row of desks and positioning her bag on one of the desktops while sitting down into its connected chair. From her bag she pulled out a digital camera and set it on the desk next to her before addressing me.

“Cynthia, will you please stand up and drop your hands to your side, it is time for some pictures.”

Quickly, I stood up to follow my mistress’ order. Once I was in a position of her liking, she picked up the camera and took a picture of my standing in front of her. It was nothing fancy; just a basic picture of me standing nude in my classroom. Wow, how quickly things progressed. Sage did however make sure that I kept a big smile on my face; she said that everyone should smile when they are getting their picture taken.

“Okay Cynthia, let me have you bend over your desk, with your ass facing me, and make sure to spread your legs a bit so the camera can capture the whole scene.”

I spun around and took up my new position; this was really starting to get to me, my pussy was soaking wet and I could feel that my temperature was up. Sage casually snapped off some more photos, every once in a while changing her position to get different angles.

“Cyn, reach back with your hands and spread yourself apart, I need to get a couple of really open shots.”

Again, I did as I was told; reaching back I pulled open my cheeks exposing myself even more if that was even possible. I know for sure she was getting some great shots of my wide open vagina and asshole. If someone told me a month ago that this was what I would be doing after the third day of school I would have thought they were crazy. Now that it is happening though, I don’t wish to be doing anything else. This is what I was meant to do; what I was meant to be. This is my role in life; the sub of an eighteen year old high school mistress.

“Alright Cyn, I think I got enough pictures of you looking like a total slut and it is getting pretty late, I should be getting home. However, before I go there are few things we need to go over. First, you are to wear the shortest skirt you own tomorrow for work, pair it up with a nice blouse; something that really shows off your breasts. Second, I want you to shave off your pubic hair; it will make you feel and look more subordinate. Third, no panties or bra tomorrow, this will keep you on edge as well as keep you open for any advances I may want to take. Fourth, keep your lunch break clear as well as after school, I have a couple of fun tasks in mind for you. Lastly, just so you don’t think you’re free for the rest of the night from my control, you are to go home wearing only your bra and panties, I’ll take your skirt, top, and shoes with me to make sure you do not chicken out. Upon your arrival home you are to call my cell phone for further instructions. Are we clear on what is to be done?”

“Yes mistress. But how do expect me to leave here in only my bra and panties, what if someone sees me?”

“Cynthia, I have all the faith in you that you can accomplish this task, if not you will know what not to do next time. Now, what are you my dear?”

“I am your submissive mistress.”

“Very good, but from now on, you are to say that you are my sub slut, that only leaves to serve me. Well have fun getting home tonight and don’t forget to call.”

With that, she turned and left the room; grabbing my clothes off the bookcase as she exited the room. When she left this time however, she left my classroom door open. I had to quickly scamper over and close it before anyone passed by. Once it was closed and locked, I took some time to steady my nerves. My head was spinning and the weight of the evening seemed to hit me all at once.

I leaned back against my door and began to reflect how I got to where I am now. The day started out like any other, except for the fact that I couldn’t get the thought of Sage out of my head. My thoughts of her were not in the least bit sexual, just thoughts about her; who she is, why she had this effect on me. I in no way expected to be in the position I now found myself. However, now that I am in this position I get a sense that this is meant to be. I feel as though I have found what has been missing in my life, and now that I have found it I am not going to let it go. My whole body feels alive, and from how soaked my crotch is I am definitely aroused. Accepting my new position, and understanding that it was truly what I wanted as well as needed, I began to explore my arousal. My hands slid down my bare chest caressing my firm breast. Squeezing and massaging my perky twins fueled my fire and I soon had a hand snaking its way towards my overflowing box. My fingers instantly disappeared within slippery confines of my snatch and I began to slowly finger myself, spurring my passion further. Soon my other hand found its home rubbing my love button with the intent of making me climax. I was lost within myself to everything around me as I leaned naked against the door to my classroom pleasuring myself as if I would never be able to again. My hands were a blur of movement and within moments my orgasm exploded causing my already soaking pussy to flood further and my body to spasm uncontrollably. I let out a deep moan as the most electric orgasm I have ever had subsided. I had never felt more free or drained in my whole life as I slowly slid down to the floor and basked in the afterglow of such a magical moment.

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I awoke to the sound of floorboards creaking in the hallway. The floors creaked, the walls creaked, and everything about the house creaked when the boiler ran. Chris’s soft skin radiated warmth. I looked at the small alarm clock’s red numbers, 12:06. For some reason every time I stayed at his house I woke up somewhere around midnight. My hair lay matted against my head from sweat and I wondered if Chris’s mum had turned up the house’s heat.

Chris’s mother was unique and she was a stunner. I took quite a fancy to her and often had fantasies about playing with her when Chris was not around. She doesn’t look like your typical mother, with the fact she looks more like an older sister than anything. I don’t come to Chris’s house often but when I do, I look forward to any encounter with her. I remember one morning, our first encounter; she was sitting on the couch, wearing only a short white t-shirt. Her wavy black hair sat seductively on her shoulders, accentuated by her long black eye lashes defined by her piercing blue eyes. Her skin looked so smooth, slightly tanned and well cared for, craving for my touch. She would smile at me so sweetly, and stare at me in a flirtatious manner. I could not help fantasising about this woman, she was very attractive.

“Christ! Who turned up the heating?” I mumbled annoyingly to myself, slapping my forehead.

Chris lay closely, against my side with his arm flung over my breasts and his mouth against my ear. I felt the warmth of his breath, and his heart beat pulsating against my chest. I pushed down the duvet, sliding down my red silky nighty displaying my bare legs. The light of the crescent moon and the stars that glistened through the window reflect against Chris’s face. I could see görükle escort the twitching of his eye lids that flickered against my ears, having being disturbed by my movement.

“Hey,” he said in sleepy tone.

Softly and quietly, I replied, “Hey.”

His arm on my breasts slid across my chest, squeezing my breast. He kissed my neck softly then moved towards my lips. Quickly he pushed himself upright and wrapped both his legs around my thighs, pinning each of my wrists above my head. His lips fell onto mine, moving in unison with sheer force and determination. The door creaking caught my attention but I fell back into the moment. He sat up slightly, and released his hands from my wrists, and started to slide his hands down my arms.

I quickly reacted by pushing his chest so that he lay on his back and each of my thighs wrapped tightly to his waist. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them behind his head, pushing them hard into the soft pillows. He looked into my eyes and smiled, feeling excited by me taking control. I gave his wrists another push, squeezing them tighter and dug my pussy across his balls, riding him as if I were on a horse. I wasn’t wearing any panties under my nighty, so I took advantage of feeling his hard cock, against my pussy lips.

I lifted my waist slightly, and slid my pussy across the shaft of his cock, we both oozed precum. I teased him more from watching him close his eyes, his eye balls twitched under his eyelids, and squeezed both his lips together while I slid my pussy harder across his cock. I released my hands from his wrists and took hold of my toy, smothered in juice, then tightened my fingers wrapped in a fist. I took hold of his cock as if it were my pen, bursa escort bayan using his cum to write on my clit. I flicked my new toy sideways between my lips, rubbing it up and down all the way across between my slit. My clit swelled with sensitivity and its throbbing drove me wild, sending electric shocks to the tips of my toes.

“Fuck me babe, fuck me hard!” I said aggressively.

He grabbed the side of my arms and passionately pushed me aside, then pushed me down onto my stomach lifting me by my waist. Quickly and without hesitation, he rammed his cock into my pussy, thrusting so deeply his balls slapped my clit.

I screamed, “Yeah baby, fuck me!”

His waist moved close to mine, as if we were stuck together listening to the sounds of his skin slapping against mine.

“Slap my arse, slap it!” I said insistently.

He slapped my arse, which left a stinging but left me feeling more turned on, becoming wilder.

“Slap it!”

My hands lay flat on the bed in front of me and my head slightly lifted off the bed. I lowered my chin onto the bed and pushed my waist back and forth, guiding his cock deeper inside me.

“Fuck it, fuck it!” I said feeling more out of control.

I had begun shouting, forgetting that his mother was only in the next room, but it turned me on, knowing someone could be listening. Again, I heard the creaking on the landing outside the bedroom door. ‘Was someone there?’ I thought to myself. Whether or not someone listened, I hoped they enjoyed it, well, no one was complaining, no knock on the wall, ceiling or door.

I tucked my right hand underneath my body, rubbing my clit fast while being rammed deep in my pussy. My clit being stimulated bursa escort with my two fingers while being fucked in the pussy made my head spin. Chris’s hands rested on each of my arse cheeks, sliding to hold my waist. He pushed his cock in shorter strokes, almost as if he were just about to run out of breath and then taking one last deep breath, he tensed up. He gave his cock one last push, pushing his waist to my arse as tight as he could.

“Oh, fuck!” he said and came.

I hadn’t finished and wasn’t going to till I had cum. I quickly pushed myself forward before he could blink an eye, turned around pushed him onto his back. I faced the bedroom door, which I could see slightly open and sat my pussy on his dripping erect cock.

“Fuck! You’re crazy.”

My feet lay flat down on the bed on each side of his thigh, and lay my hands on his knee caps for support. He saw my arse rising up and down, and the shaft of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I stared up towards the door and saw a passing shadow pass by. No one else lived here besides his mother.

I rode his cock as deep as I could, rising up high each time so that the tip of his, now very sensitive cherry, hit the edge of my pussy with each thrust. I rubbed my clit, tucking my fingers under my pussy while fucking him the same time.

“Fuck yeah!” I shouted. “Fuck this pussy.” I shouted again, listening to the creaking sounds on the landing.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” I shouted.

My body shook and my hand tensed on my pussy I came. I jumped off his cock and fell onto my back on the bed, lying beside Chris.

“Fuck that was good,” I said expecting a response. Chris replied with a satisfied moan while tagging at his wet cock.

I placed my hand over my pussy and my other hand holding my breast. “Your mother was listening you know?”

Chris chuckled under his breath and replied, “Yeah babe, she loves listening to me fuck! She often asks about you.”

“Umm, really? Nice,” I said, feeling curious.

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“Thanks for not making a big deal about that creep at the restaurant,” you say.

“I know you can handle yourself—but his date sure looked pissed when you came over. What did you whisper in his ear?”

You giggle, low and throaty; a giggle I know you only use when you’ve done something particularly evil, and enjoyed it. You lean over the armrest giving me a fantastic view of your unencumbered breasts under your low-cut silk blouse.

“I said,” you whisper, leaning into my ear, “pssss pssss psssss psssss.”

“You said nothing?”

“You think the latina firecracker he was with will believe him when he tells her that?”

We pull into the circular driveway in front of the house. I walk around the car to help you out. As you start towards the house, I run my hand up your thigh to pat your sexy ass.

“Babe? Exactly where are your panties?” I ask as my hand meets nothing but supple, smooth flesh under the skirt.

You lean back on the fender of the car—then giggle again. “In the pocket of his coat; you think she’ll mind when she find them?”

“Mind? görükle escort I think we’ll read his obituary in tomorrow’s paper! That was too cruel.”

You leer at me impishly—”So? What are you going to do about it?”

Reading your mind, I spin you around by one arm and bend you over the car fender. With a loud *SMACK* I slap your ass. “OW!” you shriek, a little too loud for our quiet neighborhood. Before I can let you up, I notice a small, horizontal sliver of light in one of the windows on the house across the street. Someone is still awake at this late hour.

Instead of releasing you, I slide my hand up your skirt, caressing your inner thigh and brushing your pussy with the back of my hand. Your body shudders a little, and you start to protest and stand up, but I keep firm hold on your arm. ” No,” I whisper in your ear, “Your punishment is to let me do what I want to you here and now.” I punctuate the sentence by sliding a finger into your already wet pussy, causing a new, harder shudder.

You start to protest, but bursa escort bayan I begin to work my fingers in and out of your kitty and all you can manage is a guttural “Unnnngh!” as you bend further over the hood. Your hips begin to sway in time with my fingers, and, after a couple of minutes, I can feel the tell-tale quiver in your body that signals an impending orgasm.

I remove my hand, and let your skirt fall back in place. You turn quickly, “Don’t stop, now dammit!”

I reach around you with both hands and grasp your ass firmly, pulling you to me. In one motion, I lift you up onto the hood of the car, laying you back. I lean in and lift the front of your skirt, exposing your glistening cunny to the moonlight. I exhale lightly, blowing across your exposed clit; your pussy reacts, goosebumps forming on the moist lips. One hand up under your blouse, playing with your rigid nipples and gasping breasts, you throw your knees over my shoulders, pulling my face in closer. “Stop teasing me, you bastard!” you hiss through clenched teeth.

Spreading bursa escort your labia with my fingers, I slowly run my tongue up one side and down the other, carefully avoiding your clit, except to blow lightly on it with each pass. Under my fingertips, I feel your pulse race and throb. I gently grasp your clitoris with my lips, rubbing the end of the erect nub circularly with the tip of my tongue. As I intensify my attentions on your button, I slide my fingers quickly into your waiting slit, coating them in your love juices. As I feel your body quiver with the beginning of an orgasm, I plunge my slick finger into your anus.

You gasp loudly, arch your back, and your entire body convulses under the waves of ecstasy. I continue my assault on your nub to prolong your orgasm, but eventually you collapse back onto the hood, releasing your legs from around my neck. I help you down off the car, and you lean on me as we walk up the drive.

“Maybe next time we should ask Mrs. Conners to joins us,” you say.

“Who?”

“The lady who lives across the street who was watching us,” you whisper, grinning.

I shake my head slowly—it doesn’t surprise me, nothing escapes your attention.

“My only regret,” you say as we reach the door, “is that I had to waste a perfectly good pair of La Perla panties on that asshole….”

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Sorted Out at the fun house: I was visiting my favorite city and wanted to spend a night at a very different playground. All I knew was that an adult website had said it was great fun. I had the address and got there early on a Monday evening; it wasn’t long before I realized that this was a different kind of place. The parking lot was divided between rows for up to an hour that were free and rows for one to six hours at $5 an hour. I thought it strange but what the hell and went to get a long term ticket. The big red brick warehouse loomed large at the end of the lot with the only sign reading “entrances” in the plural. Once inside I encountered a line leading to two different counters. On the left the large counter sign read simply “cocks” while the right read “cocksuckers.” Geez, this was embarrassing, I had to openly acknowledge what I wanted just by standing in one or the other line. I was sure that I was blushing, bright red as I shuffled forward to the counter.

“You know you’re in the cocksucker line don’t you” he asked looking directly at me? I mumbled a yes as he told me to speak up. I was fast becoming more and more embarrassed. “What do you want, just the cocksucker room or the works, the room is $40 and the works runs $65?”

By now I was reduced to a stammer that the rude attendant took as assent to the works asking me for the $65. I needed to get away from this smirking, in your face young guy and pushed the money under the window. The door clicked and I started towards it just as he shouted, “stop, put this wrist band on” and he pushed a bright pink rubber band to me. I was actually trembling as I locked it on to the chorus of smirks from the rest of the line laughing at the new guy.

I was finally inside a large, dimly lit room seemingly full of guys. I couldn’t make out anything until my eyes adjusted so I just stood there until I felt a hand on my shoulder. “I see your new here, I’ll show you around. You’ve already gotten through the tough part in the sorting entrance. Believe it or not that challenging system kinda frees you up to admit what you are and once you’re through it just enjoy yourself.” He was right, my heartbeat was finally returning to normal.

“It’s really a funhouse for cocksuckers; the guys in the cock line only pay $5 so there is always a bunch wanting a quick, cheap blowjob away from the wife. The cock guys can just walk up to a hole and get their cock sucked. Unlike the usual small glory hole these openings in the wall are large enough for you to stick your head thru and lick his balls while he pats your head. The thing is that this is a place without games; guys who want to get sucked off don’t have to romance a cocksucker. There’s no need for flowers jewelry or a candlelit dinner; here it’s just take your Wang out and pick the hot mouth you want to fill with cum.”

He continued, “At the görükle escort holes over there you’re standing up while he stands on the elevated side with his crotch at your mouth level. The elevation changes over here so you have to be on your knees; I personally think a cocksucker should always kneel before a man but it’s your choice.”

I could see a little better now and boy it was busy with only a few holes empty of cock with the suck boys happily slurping down cock. The wet slurping noise of cocks being serviced filled the room. Until you’re an observer you don’t realize just how noisy cocksucking is; the wet slosh of dripping saliva along with the occasional ughh as the server choked permeated the room and was very hot.

“I see you’ve got a pink, works band. I want to get back to my hole but you should know that that corridor on the right will lead you to an area where there are men needing their ass sucked and piss play. The lockers are over there, I’ve got to go, and it looks like a very busy night. From six to ten is when it’s busiest as the married guys sneak away for service, have fun.”

I quickly stripped to my jockey shorts noting that this seemed to be the uniform of the day and locked up. I wandered over to the wall of glory holes just as a guy was pulling his cock out of his pants. I stuck my head through and he stuffed his cock into my mouth. It was only about five inches but had a big, thick cock head. I began a nice, slow suck, easily able to swallow his cock to the balls. I was at it a while when I sensed him tensing. He grabbed my head and held me rigid as he spurted cum into my mouth. That old, familiar taste, salty, sticky and thick warmed my mouth as I swallowed his load’ I was rewarded with a gentle pat on the cheek as he commented, “Good boy, good cocksucker.” I was proud; this was my kind of place.

I went over to the kneeling room, it was set up different. The guys entering on the “cock” side would just sit down in one of the lounge chairs all in a row and pull down their pants spreading their legs. The cocksuckers just knelt and waited in front of a chair. It was very well thought out with a heavily padded floor for the suckers comfort. This really appealed to me as I have always thought that the most submissive place for a cocksucker was on his knees before a superior cock and ready to serve. I found out later that there was a lot of competition and on really busy nights, the most talented cocksuckers often had a line waiting for service.

I knelt before a guy in his forties, bald with a little paunch but a very nice thick cock about six inches long. As I leaned in to the hole take his cock he grabbed my mouth sticking his fingers in and pulling me towards him. “Suck boy, I want a nice blow job with a lot of tongue on my balls. When I cum I want you to slow it down and just let it flow into your mouth. After I’m done you swallow my jism and lick me clean. If you do a good job I’ll fill your faggot mouth with nice, warm ball juice.” He then pushed his cock into my eager, waiting mouth.

He was a very involved guy using his hands to direct my tongue to his ball sack then lightly slapping my cheek when he wanted my mouth on his cock. There is nothing quite like a man who is experienced with how to wring the maximum pleasure out of his suck boy. It was a while but finally he told me to look at his eyes. As soon as we made eye contact he started to cum, my second load of the night. Just as he had instructed I swallowed in one gulp bursa escort bayan and began licking his crotch clean.

As I was slurping around another guy came up and said, “Hey, Jim, how’s the service?” “Not too bad Mike, how did you do?”

“Just Ok Jim, he was a new cocksucker and needed a little adjustment to keep him concentrated on my cock. A few slaps and he forgot everything but my cock in his mouth. I actually think he was surprised when I filled his mouth with my jism. I confess it was kinda fun breaking him in.

” I finally had my man Jim’s crotch as clean as if he stepped out of a shower. Another pat on the head and he left me.

I had to admit that “Jim’s” forceful style appealed to me as I decided to explore a little down the dark corridor glad to have purchased the “works.” The first room was the toilet room and boy was I surprised. There was a full wall with four short comfortable, padded stools arranged in front of holes in the wall just large enough for a man’s head to go through. Three of the stools had cocksuckers on them with their heads into the holes. I sat down, stuck my head through and was looking at a large mirrored wall opposite me.

Yikes, my head was in a vinyl urinal on the walls other side. I could see there were guys at two of the other urinals peeing into a cocksucker’s mouth. In the other empty stall the cocksucker had his mouth open and his tongue out as a guy walked in and sauntered over. I watched as he laid his cock on the eager tongue and pissed.

I sensed someone coming to my hole and thought quickly of getting the hell out of there but decided that I was committed and didn’t want to disappoint. He fished out a soft, cut cock of about 3 inches, soft and simply laid it on my tongue then pulled back saying “I’ve never done this before, am I supposed to just pee or go slowly in short spurts.”

I looked at him and told him I was also new and would be relieved if he just spurted so I could get used to it. He put it on my tongue and almost instantly let out a short spurt of piss. It wasn’t really unpleasant, just a very different taste, kind of a warm mountain-dew laced with just a touch of white vinegar. In any event the shear humiliation of being a man’s urinal got me so hot that I was in a kind of trance. He spurted more piss but then became hard and the piss stopped. I suckled on the head of his prick and he very quickly dropped his load in my warm, pissy mouth. He had to be even newer at this than I was. When I got up there was a line-up of suck boys waiting for my stool; I wasn’t the only one who thought the toilet room was the most erotic of all.

In the other corner of the “toilet room” in a large, glass enclosed shower stall there were three guys being showered by their “boys” who were busily cleaning them with foaming body wash. The guys just stood there talking while their pink bracelet helpers scrubbed and fondled. It was obvious from the hard cocks that the men and their servants were enjoying this. Just outside of the shower another “boy” toweled off his Man. Everyone sported a huge smile; this man-centric, Guy-Spa style pampering was certainly as popular as it was incredibly hot.

I went back to the “kneeling room” and waited in front of a lounge. In a few minutes there were two guys there, the older dropped his pants, sat down and spread his legs. I started to move in but he held my head and told me what he specifically wanted.

“This is my son and I want to show him how to use a cocksucker. bursa escort You’ll blow me first so he can see how it goes then him. Actually I think we’ll take you into the around the world room for his first suck, Ok boy?” I nodded and he pulled me into his hairy crotch.

I licked and sucked as he lightly slapped me directing my efforts to what pleased him. I could hear him telling the boy that some guys were just cocksuckers that you could use like girls to suck you off and lick your ass. He began face fucking by grabbing my head telling me to keep my hands behind my back while he pulled my head in and out going deeper each time until he punched through into my throat. He put his hand on my Adam’s apple to feel my throat accommodating his prick as it punched through into my gullet. I looked up and could see that his son was mesmerized by it all.

“You see Son, keep slowly going forward a little at a time until your all in. the cocksucker will gag and choke but that’s all right; it’s what they were born to do, just part of the service.” On that note the Dad came in my mouth just as I was gasping around the cock buried in my gullet. Some of his cum filled my mouth but as I gasped for air a lot of it went up my nose. I coughed and actually was tearing up as I tried to catch my breath but in a very strange way I was pleased with myself. I was happy servicing the guy who was showing his son the ropes.

I heard him explaining, “Look at his face son, this is a win-win thing. Sissy’s like him get off on this treatment.” As my breath came back to normal I agreed with him by leaning forward and licking his cockhead clean. “See Son, just what I told you.”

I followed them into the “ass” room; it was to be the first for both of us. There were a number of stirrup like lounge chairs with little wells in the front so the cocksucker could actually get in and stand up as he licked his man’s crotch. I had to admire the great ingenuity the owners of this place had used in the design. By making it very comfortable they insured that the ass licker could lap a guy’s crack for long periods of time, ingenious.

“Strip down Son, I’ll show you the ropes. Ah, that’s good, you can lay down in the lounge but I prefer to show my cocksucker just what his place is at first. Just turn around and I’ll have the faggot take care of you in the classic way to start.” The boy turned and as instructed by his Dad I knelt in back of him and gently licked his ass globes before I spread his cheeks and began to lick up and down his ass-crack.

It really wasn’t an effective way to service a boy’s ass because no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get your tongue all the way in but it did furnish maximum humiliation. Both of us were quickly hotter than hell, the boy being serviced and me with the erotic shame of it all washing over me.

When he moved to the lounge chair his legs were spread as wide as possible and my tongue traveled from cock to asshole as my saliva flowed out of my open mouth. My tongue and nose experienced the musky, mixed taste of young balls and ass. The young subject of my service soon grabbed my head and forced his cock into my mouth just as his cum erupted from his cockhead. I gulped it down, licked him clean then thanked them both for letting me service them.

I was exhausted but certain to return to the Funhouse and go to the cocksucker’s side for sure. I now knew what I had long suspected; there was nothing in my life that would ever equal the sheer joy that servicing a strong, confident man could bring. This was my role.

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Kincaid and Rita Ch. 01

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Ava Addams

One year ago

Kincaid Bryant and Rita Cork were the hottest couple on their college campus. They didn’t know one another but based on the conversations and jerking off that took place, they were the main faces in the lustful minds of the students.

Rita had heard about Kincaid yet never met him until she went dancing and he came from behind and put his arms around her waist.

Rita had moved to Michigan and transferred to Western during the previous semester. She was a 21 year old junior majoring in dance and theater and her plans for that Friday evening had been to stay in to watch a movie but two of her neighbors down the hall had insisted she go out with them for the traditional icebreaker at the hottest club Cheek 2 Cheek. It was the main highlight for the fall homecoming activities and anyone from the geek club to the jocks were going to be there. And not one to pass up an opportunity to dance, she decided to hang with them.

The club was already crowded by the time they got there at 10:30p.m… Thankfully, one of the girls, Angela, knew the bouncer and they didn’t have to wait in the line that was wrapped around the building.

The smell of sweat and alcohol filled the atmosphere as men and women flirted and danced with one another. There was no shortage of PDA as it was taken to the limit of hands groping ass, breasts, tongue twisting kisses and grinding crotches. Rita saw a few guys were surrounded by women as she walked down a few steps to the main floor.

When Kincaid saw Rita, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He could tell that she was the one people wanted to be friends with since the girls around her followed wherever she went and tried to keep her attention on them. Some of the guys were vying for her attention as well. She may have been new to the club but he was sure she would have no problem getting dates. He had read about her in the campus newspaper but had never seen a picture of her.

Rita wasn’t the hottest girl but she was a cutie that had an air of innocence and confidence that people took notice. She was 5’9″ and 150lbs. She had a caramel complexion that still had a touch of a summer tan with medium length black hair and almond shaped chestnut brown eyes. She was definitely a great dancer, he thought, as she ran her hands up and down her body, her hands briefly rubbing her 40 D breasts, then to her waist and hips.

The time that Rita spent dancing paid off in the weight loss department. She knew she would never be a size 2 but her waist was more defined and her apple ass was tighter. She felt more feminine and sexual than she had in years and took great care in wearing clothes that flattered her now curvaceous body. The mid-thigh black skirt and black 3 inch heels made her legs look longer with her muscular thighs and the red wrap shirt emphasized her breasts.

She knew guys were looking at her but she didn’t really acknowledge any of them. She was with the girls ready to have a good time but not meet any body. She had heard that there were going to be athletes here but she wasn’t interested in being a groupie or hooking up that night. Rita hadn’t noticed Kincaid until he put his arms around her.

The main thing Kincaid liked about Rita was that she hadn’t looked his way all night. Out of all of the women there, more than half had rubbed their bodies on him, görükle escort or winked and licked their lips. One even grabbed his crotch and tried to drag him to a corner for a quick fuck. The women knew that they would be getting something good.

Kincaid was the most popular and the star of the wrestling team. As a senior, he stood 6′ tall and was 225 lbs. of muscle. He had an olive complexion and short black hair but it was his green eyes under long black eyelashes that made him stand out and it wasn’t a surprise that he had women falling over him. Even though he was 22, those around him felt he could make wrestling his career.

Kincaid drank from his beer and looked on as two black guys from his Statistics class approached Rita and her friends. From what he could see, she turned them down but her 2 friends, he think their names were Angela and Candice, eagerly started to smile and put their hands on the guys’ shoulders.

Rita shook her head, laughed, and headed for the bar. There were at least 20 people lined across. All she wanted was a cranberry and vodka. She was making her way to cut through a group of guys when someone encircled her waist from behind.

Ready to shove some random guy off of her, Rita was surprised when she saw the sexy man from across the floor in front of her. Her face felt hot as she stammered, “Oh.”

“Hi. I was wondering if you’d like to dance.”

“Mmm, really I just came over here for a drink.”

“No prob.”

Kincaid lifted his hand and the bartender came over.

“I need…, what would you like sweetheart?”

Rita couldn’t believe how everyone just stopped and wanted Kincaid to acknowledge them. The men were congratulating him on his win last week while the women were just trying to get him to notice them. He was a freaking celebrity. And he still had one hand on her waist. She thought she’d just get the drink and leave. Rita stepped back and told him what she wanted.

Kincaid told the bartender as Rita was digging in her front pocket for money.

“Whoa, wait. I got that.”

Rita wasn’t too sure if she liked the idea of this guy paying for her drink. Who knew what he wanted in return so she insisted on giving him the money.

“Here you go. I appreciate it. Thanks.”

“Seriously, you don’t have to. I already have a tab. It’s fine.”

“Are you sure? Use it for gas or something.”

Kincaid laughed. She was so different from other women. Usually it was expected that he would pay and here she was wanting to. He couldn’t believe it was a challenge for Rita to accept a free drink.

“Thanks, but it’s not a problem.”

The bartender lifted up Rita’s drink.

“Just pay me back with a dance.” Kincaid turned on the charm and smiled.

Why not, Rita thought as she took a sip. Be open minded, be social able. It’s not a big deal. She slammed the rest of her drink and made her way to the dance floor not checking to see if Kincaid was behind her.

The DJ had been playing the hottest beats all night and Rita had to admit that she was a little nervous and excited to be dancing with him. A lot of people had seen them talking and were looking with interest to see what would happen. She couldn’t look like a fool especially with some of the women looking at her with envy.

She had noticed him with bursa escort bayan a few guys when she first entered the club. They were surrounded by women all night. She had no idea he had even looked her way. She hoped Kincaid was a good dancer or she would be off the floor quickly.

Rita’s hips started moving to the beat. She had yet to turn around to see if Kincaid was there. His hands on her hips let her know that he was.

God, she loved this song. Rita started to move her whole body to the music, stepping to the right and turning to face Kincaid.

Kincaid loved watching her but he had a few steps of his own as he thrust his hips back and forth and pushed his hips to the side in sync with Rita.

Okay, Rita thought, he has rhythm.

With his hands still on her hips, Kincaid pulled her a little closer to him. He figured that since they were dancing, it wasn’t a big deal if they touched a little bit.

They both followed each other with their bodies and eyes, pulling and pushing each other away as their hips and chests bumped and rubbed against one another.

Rita was turned on at the sight of seeing a mass of hair at the opening of his shirt. She ran her tongue across her top lip as she imagined licking him there. She wondered if his whole chest was covered and if it went passed his navel…

Kincaid saw Rita’s eyes drift down his chest to his crotch. It was a good thing that there was minimal light or she easily could have seen how hard she was making him with her sultry dance moves. They were both teasing one another with a turn and a bump here, a bounce and a thrust there. They were inches away from grinding against each other but if she kept rolling her back and pushing her high breasts out, he was going to do something more than tease.

The song switched to another tune and the two kept dancing.

This time, Rita ran her hands up Kincaid’s wide chest to his shoulders while rolling her body and drawing him closer by placing her left hand on his back and pulling him in.

Kincaid was trying to calm himself but he purposely grazed his crotch against her lower stomach. He couldn’t help but to like black women. They were sexy with their bubble butts and attitudes. At first, he was intimidated by them but when they saw that he could dance, they approached him more to compliment him. Plus, black women were kinkier in bed than he gave them credit for. He had heard the complaints that his black teammates had made about them not wanting to suck cock or that they never wanted to have anal sex. He couldn’t figure them out because the black women he had been with had no problem deep throating his 8.5 inch cock. They were impressed and had happily spread their legs wide to let him fuck them hard. He knew there were no fake orgasms with all of their juice dripping off of his cock.

Kincaid had been holding back how much he wanted to touch her but she had no problem touching him. His hands moved down her sides with one hand stroking her back and the other grabbing her ass. She didn’t move away so he put his other hand there and started to massage it softly at first then harder loving the way she backed into his hands.

Rita loved feeling Kincaid’s muscles. He had a strong back and hard shoulders. She felt him put his hands on her ass. Her eyes moved up to his bursa escort and she saw that they had turned a darker shade of green under his long lashes. The way that he looked, turned on, had her pussy swelling. She grabbed a hold of his waist and pulled him tight against her knowing that she wanted to feel his cock against her.

They were grinding against one another and his cock wouldn’t move. She loved feeling how hard he was and that it was her who was turning him on. Her pussy was swollen and wet and she wanted more friction than what her panties were giving her. She wanted to take his cock out and shove it in her and beg him to fuck her until she had cum multiple times. Instead, she just turned around and backed her ass up against his cock and squatted slightly until she could feel his hardness move in between her ass cheeks. She continued to move her hips this time in a circular motion that caused her to moan.

The place was hot and packed and Kincaid quickly scanned around to see that virtually everyone on the floor were in a state of a simulated sex dance. What Rita was doing now to his cock, he wanted more. Kincaid saw that the black skirt Rita was wearing had risen higher to her upper thighs and he slipped his hands on both of them feeling their silkiness as the muscles flexed with her movements.

From their position, Kincaid thrust his hips forward, his cock never leaving its place in between her cheeks. Cum was leaking all over his briefs. Damn, he wanted her pussy. It was as if his senses were heightened because he swore he could smell her scent and feel the heat radiating from her body. His hands gripped her ass spreading them and closing them all with his hard cock lodged in between.

Rita’s pussy was twitching out of control as if it needed to clutch to something. Sweat was dripping in between her chest and her breasts felt heavy as her nipples strained against her bra. She just needed one good fuck and then she could relax. It wasn’t packed enough where she could slip her fingers up her skirt and pull and rub her clit. That would have to wait until she got back to her room. His hands and cock kept pushing at her and she knew that Kincaid wanted release as much as she did.

Then the music stopped and it was over.

The DJ had to play a song that emptied the dance floor and forced the crowd to the bar to spend more money on drinks.

Rita let out a breath and turned to face Kincaid. His hands were still on her ass so she took it upon herself to move them.

“Okay. Thanks.”

It had to take Kincaid a second to catch what she had said since his focus was off after she turned around and looked as if she was in heat. He could see clearly that her face was damp and that her shirt was pulled tightly against her nipples which were hard. He could see that she was trying to catch her breath.

She started to walk quickly toward her two friends who were standing on the edge of the dance floor. He followed after her.

“Wait, that’s it?” He couldn’t believe it. The way they were dancing he knew she wanted more. How could she act as if she didn’t?

“Did you need something else?”

“I thought we could dance some more or something…”

“Or something. There’s a line of women who want to dance with you. I’m sure one of them want to do something more with you. I don’t.” Rita knew it was a lie before she even said it. She had to get away from him before she embarrassed herself.

“Maybe I’ll see you around.” Rita left him with an astonished look on her face as she left with Angela and Candice asking her questions she didn’t want to answer.

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Silk House Pt. 04

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“You think you wanna do that again?” Toby asks me mindlessly. We’re in his room, playing Smash Bros on his Switch like we used to do next door. Toby’s bedroom is slightly larger than mine, and he has enough space in here for a sizeable TV with an opposing couch, which the two of us are sitting on now. He’s beating me in a stock match, but only barely.

“No, I think it’s a bit too intense for me,” I respond. We’re talking about my outfit just a couple nights ago, the one where, for all intents and purposes, I was collared and shaped into a womanly figure. “I’ll admit, I like it… but it’s finnicky. It’s not always my bread and butter. I… I like the simplicity of layers, and my actual body. Most of the time.”

“I do too,” Toby lightly agrees. “But you wanted to be prepared. For Doherty’s business,” he continues tentatively. I falter a bit in my gameplay at his words but quickly recover. Both Toby and I are still deliberating our potential future here, but right now we haven’t landed on the same page. With me, I’m not certain I’m ready to jump into a committed role so soon, but I’m definitely liking the prospect. Toby, on the other hand, is on the fence. He definitely likes the lifestyle that Doherty so graciously provided for him, but he also values his freedom, his independence. I’ve no right to convince him to decide either way, so we usually don’t go into depth about our prospects.

This conversation is breaking that silence.

“I figured I should know what’ll be asked of me, if I decide to say yes,” I explain, and then we focus on the game for a minute, the sound of our joysticks toggling and gameplay music filling the room. “Money’s money, and I don’t imagine any other job I accept will be so… erotic, I guess.”

“Do you think it’s like a brothel?” he asks suddenly, and pauses the game to look at me. I scoff.

“Un-pause the game!” I exclaim, and after raising his eyebrows and teasingly mimicking me, he does so. Within another minute of us playing, he beats me in the match. He places his controller on the small coffee table in front of us.

“All I’m saying is, we’re not going to know what we’ll be getting ourselves into until we see the place and look at the official contract,” he points out, and I sigh.

“You’re right,” I admit.

“Aren’t I always?” he says, wearing a smug look on his face, and I push him by the shoulder. Toby’s always in need of a little cajoling; he’s far too playful for his own good, and I’ll take any excuse I can to touch him, whether he’s covered or uncovered. Toby’s a bit of an exhibitionist when it comes to choosing his daily outfits, it seems, and today he’s wearing only a slick red-and-white wrestling singlet. I’ve opted for forest green unitard, my hands, feet, and head free from cover. Better to handle controllers with.

“You’re not nearly as clever as you think you are, Toby Stone,” I say.

“We’re using full names now? No ‘sir’ or ‘master’ for me, then?”

“I’d hardly consider you my master,” I retort, and his playful expression hardens.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, begins crossing the space between us menacingly. “Why don’t you turn over and I’ll prove you wrong?”

“What if I don’t?” I ask, backing up against the arm of the couch. Toby pounces on top of me with a growl and I’m nowhere near capable of fighting back, my wrists pinned down by his hands in mere seconds. His face is only a few inches above mine and he has a wicked smile, and before I know it, he’s flipped me on the couch. He holds me there by the small of my back and I squirm around trying get out from under him, but it’s no use. Toby weighs down my legs with his own and places his firm cock against my ass, grinding his hips into me, proving me wrong. He leans over my body and puts his face by my ear.

“Say it,” he whispers. “Tell me you’re sorry.” I can feel the way he insists a response by how firmly he grips me, the tip of his covered cock now aligned with my hole.

“Sorry, sir,” I manage, and he laughs, continuously teasing my ass with his rock-hard member.

“That’s not what I want to hear,” he explains, and a shiver runs through my body, realizing I’m completely submissive to him in this moment.

“Sorry… master,” I whisper again, and he tenderly bites my ear.

“There, that’s better, isn’t it?” he asks in a lighter tone. His grip on me loosens, and he allows me enough space to roll on my back to face him. We’re still very, very close. “That wasn’t too hard.”

“It was very hard.”

“Hey. I’m the one with the bad jokes around here. Lay off my turf,” he says, then lowers his face to my neck and kisses me there, once, twice, many times. It’s like electricity against my skin, and I writhe around helplessly until he finishes. Then, when he finally lifts his head to look at me once more, his expression is slightly more serious. “We do need to talk about this, though. We don’t have a lot of time.” I sigh again.

“Toby, my honest feelings are… I don’t think it’s a bad idea. It’s a job. A well-paying job, the way Doherty görükle escort describes it. Besides, we always have the choice to leave.”

“Yeah, as long as it doesn’t compromise our contracts. What if we decide one day that we’re unhappy?”

“Do you really think you’ll get up and change your mind in a single day? To the point where staying would be unbearable?” I ask, and he mulls it over. “If you decide it isn’t right for you, I guess you’d have to deal with it until the end of your contract. But I can’t imagine it becoming truly unbearable.” I’m suddenly aware his warm, hard cock is pointed up and aligning with mine, but we’re tame right now, civil. I try to keep focused on the conversation.

“I guess so…” he grumbles, stuck in thought.

“Maybe we negotiate a package deal. You and me, together, or else it’s quits,” I pose. His whole body perks up.

“You’d really want to go into a contract with me?” he asks.

“Well, you’re the only person I can really rely on right now, being in the same situation and all. Plus that whole, ‘I like you’ thing.”

“Right, that thing,” he repeats. “We can try to negotiate that, then. I’m not sure how well Doherty will respond.”

“And if he says no?”

“Then… we say no,” he concludes. It seems like a good way to go about things. I can be relieved, now, knowing that Toby and I are on the same page. I remember something he mentioned just a couple minutes ago.

“Oh!” I say when it comes back to me. “And we’ll need a tour of the place before putting our names on any papers.”

“Definitely,” Toby agrees.

Again, relief.

Given that he’s paying us to stay in this house, Doherty doesn’t like us squandering much time without seeing him, so not long after we finish gaming, Toby and I prepare a game plan. We’ll need to talk to him about our future terms, so our methods of buttering Doherty up consist mainly of getting in his favorite gear. Doherty loves to see our bodies fully covered, often commenting that it’s one of the better ways to appreciate the human form—we’re “unmarred by detail and individuality,” he artfully remarks—so we sneak into the basement and dress each other up in matching deep red zentais, taking our time to make sure they fit our measurements. Doherty, curiously, has supplied this basement with multiple sizes of the same suits for any potential visitors, so our prep-work and size-finding is relatively thorough.

After stepping back up the stairs, Toby lets me have the honor of knocking on Doherty’s bedroom.

“Boys? Come in, come in,” he says, and we enter to find him on his bed, wearing his bathrobe and reading glasses, dutifully typing onto a laptop. He doesn’t even look up at first, probably expecting nothing but our casualwear, as tonight is more of a night for him to catch up on work.

“Sir,” I say seductively, and that’s when he looks over and sees the garb we’re in. He lowers his reading glasses to take us all in and then removes them entirely.

“Why, boys, this is unexpected.”

“You don’t mind?” Toby asks from behind me. I walk to the left side of the bed, Toby to the right, and we slip ourselves onto the mattress, our bodies facing him. This feels different, to even moderately turn the game around on Doherty. But the older man has clarified more than once that he’s merely a voyeur for us, so we don’t make contact. “We were hoping to ask you a couple questions.” Doherty slowly grabs the top of his laptop screen and closes it, then gestures for me to put it on his bedside table, which I do. He sits up a bit straighter and crosses his fingers in front of his belly.

“We were talking about what would happen after our thirty-day contract with you, Sir, wondering what would happen if we joined your business as… what did you call us? Escorts?” I asked, mindfully poking at the sheets between me and him with one finger, making a small circle.

“That’s correct. Your job would different from an actual escort’s, but we find the title fitting enough,” he explains. Toby, then, picks up talking about our proposition instead of me, making sure that Doherty gets a good look at both of us.

“We were wondering… if it were possible, that we could have a tour of your business, or headquarters; where we’d be living under your employ. We thought it would be a good idea to get a lay of the land.”

“And to see the typical contract you have your workers sign,” I add.

“None of this is out of the question, boys. You didn’t have to dress up to ask me all of this,” he tells us, but there’s a pause that follows while he looks us over. “However, I am not one to complain.” This last part of our proposition is something that Toby has to specifically bring up to Doherty himself, given that his stipulation for employment relies on this partnership with me.

“We did have one last question…” he starts, his seductive slow voice revealing some nerves. “And if we could have this satisfied, we’d both be very glad to seriously consider a contract for bursa escort bayan future months.”

“What would that be, then?”

“After talking with each other for a while, I decided that if I couldn’t personally negotiate a contract that, in words, attached me as a joint escort to Charlie, I wouldn’t join your employ at all.” Toby looks at Doherty right then (or at least, that’s what his covered head indicates), and there’s a long silence that follows after his words. I stop fidgeting with the sheets, and Doherty takes a long breath, his face stern, serious.

It turns up, into a grin.

“Why, is that all you wanted, boy? We can make that happen. It’s no issue.”

“It isn’t?” Toby asks. He sounds bewildered.

“Of course not. Most of our escorts work as individuals only because their chemistry with others isn’t exceptional. When I took you two under my roof, it was my goal to train you together so you had the experience, then eventually separate you. But it’s evident you both legitimately work well as a pair.”

“That’s not an issue, then? But… all those times I felt that you disagreed with the way we… showed affection,” I start to ask, but I’m unsure how to finish it. Doherty looks down at himself thoughtfully, then returns his gaze to me.

“It’s not typically a wise investment to sign partners because there’s no guarantee they won’t experience a falling-out. They grow to resent their work together. When I saw you display affection for one another, I was—and admittedly, still am—concerned about the potential consequences,” he explains, and then looks over at Toby. “But if you two truly believe you’re compatible, and if my only option to have you signed, Toby, is to have you both in a joint contract, I’m willing to make that compromise.”

We were elated, but we could hardly do anything to celebrate with Doherty laying between us. We thanked him and told him we wouldn’t let him down, and he laughed.

“That’s good. Now, Charles, hand me my laptop. Both of you, I’d like on your stomachs and your feet to the headboard. I’d like a nice view while I work.”

It took a couple days, but Doherty was finally taking Toby and I to the house. Yes, it was a house. He said there was a small office in the city where a team of dedicated employees were regularly dealing with the contracts, finances, and general paperwork, but he said that wasn’t necessary to visit—far too boring. More importantly, there was a house in a neighborhood on the outskirts of the city where a dense forest took over. It was only an hour’s drive from the hustle and bustle of urbanity, but quiet and secluded enough (because of the woods) to allow lucrative businesses like Doherty’s to thrive. Our college town, inconveniently far away from every proper city in the state, was two hours away from this location, but we wanted to make the journey nonetheless.

The only hurdle that Toby and I really had to cross was the front lawn. Doherty wouldn’t budge on the wardrobe clause of our contract, not even for an outing, so we had to risk exposure in spandex to our neighbors. We thought it would be weird, but Doherty suggested we wear clothing that indicated a trip to the gym. We were excited to pick out our wardrobe with this in mind, but Doherty wagged his finger and chose our outfits for us.

The good news is that we’re wearing matching short-sleeve compression shirts and workout tights, all in black. The bad news is that they’re a size too small and exceptionally—aggressively—shiny. Toby and I can’t move an inch without a wide swath of light gliding over our skin. On any other day we’d be delighted, but today it’s making us bite our lips. Doherty hands us new all-black tennis shoes to match.

At least it’s only the front lawn—Doherty’s business is allegedly hidden in a large chunk of the forest, so this is our only worry. Doherty steps out of the front door with us in tow and casually crosses his lawn, getting in his car and starting the ignition. We’re still stuck on the shaded porch with our eyes darting everywhere, nervous, but he waves at us as soon as he’s buckled in. Toby and I swallow our breaths simultaneously, too intimidated for words. But after we step into the light of the sun, we see that no one is around to stare at us, so we get in the back of his car unscathed.

“You lads need balls,” Doherty teasingly grumbles, then pulls out onto the road and hits the gas.

“There’s not a single stitch of loose clothing inside that building right now. The only people that evade such a rule are potential patrons and myself,” Doherty explains. We’ve finally made it to the place of business, but the only thing we’ve done is sit in the car and gawk at it through the car’s front window. It’s a remarkable modern mansion, from what I can tell by our view, likely five stories tall and made exclusively of slick wood and metal. Huge glass panels make up some of the house’s outer walls, stretching from floor to ceiling, and I think I see figures lounging inside if I look closely enough. bursa escort

“We forgot to ask, sir,” Toby speaks up. “But what is the name of your business?” Doherty turns his head to the side to face him.

“Silk House,” he responds curtly, then resolutely turns away and opens his door. “Come on, boys! This place won’t bite. I have someone I’d like you to meet.” Toby and I share a conciliatory glance full of concern, hope, and allure, then follow Doherty out onto the gravel path up to the deck. The front door opens and I see a young brown man—Indian, I think—walk to the edge of the deck to meet us. He must be about my height, slightly taller because of his loose black coif of hair, and he’s similarly toned like me, if a bit more muscular. He’s wearing a bright orange, long-sleeve spandex shirt, a pair of slick black leggings that cut off at the ankle, and a pair of black Oxfords.

“Alan!” Doherty exclaims, then walks up the two steps to wrap the young man into a hug. The young man is startled for a brief second at the embrace and then, after they’ve separated, initiates a professional-looking handshake. “Boys, I’d like you to meet Alan Chopra. This man is the head boy of Silk House, its live-in manager, and the reason all our lovely escorts haven’t run out the door screaming. Isn’t that right, Alan?” he asks. Doherty’s abruptly brusque nature appears to have unbalanced the younger man a bit, which Doherty seems smug about, but Alan has a distinctly professional cool about him that feels near-impenetrable.

“I do take pride in running an efficient and accommodating work environment, yes. I make sure all Doherty’s employees are comfortable and well taken care of,” he explains politely, revealing an English accent in the process. “Please, do excuse my boss—he has a terrible habit of forgetting how to introduce me to new prospects and clients.”

“Ah, these two—this strong young lad here is Toby Stone, and this one is Charles Quiz. I told you about bringing them into the fold, didn’t I?” he asks, and Alan nods in confirmation.

“Silk House is always welcome to accepting new prospects, and I know that Doherty has likely taught you very well,” Alan says. I think about how ‘taught’ feels wrong—groom, in most cases, feels right, or even more accurately, molded. Doherty hasn’t exactly ‘taught’ us anything beyond how to lace a corset and ways to get stuck in a leather collar. I’m not remotely bitter, it just seems like Alan is posing Silk House as something it’s not. I nod my head.

“I assume you got my messages about a tour, then, if you’re out here. But where’s Major?” Doherty asks Alan.

“Ah, I’m afraid one of the resident escorts broke a rule only a few minutes before you arrived, and he’s currently busy handling their punishment,” he explains, and while Doherty had already made mention of potential for punishment with our own thirty-day contracts, Alan saying it now feels haunting. “I can still give you the tour, if you’d like? Major should be done before it’s concluded.”

“Major,” Doherty says, turning to me and Toby, “is in charge of the grooming of escorts, their punishments, and unlike our beloved Alan here, is unfortunately not an escort in my employ.”

“You’re one of Doherty’s boys?” Toby asks, trying his best not sound incredulous. It’s not that we couldn’t imagine this being the case, because I know I can—Alan is incredibly handsome, and clean cut—we just didn’t expect someone of authority to also be an escort.

“The best boy. It’s why I have the job I do. Previous managers who weren’t escorts grew to… delude themselves about the welfare of the employ, some of whom used the escorts without legal permission, others approving patron contracts that contradicted escort contracts… it was quite the mess.” Doherty leans into Alan and wraps his arm around the other man’s back, grips his shoulder.

“We learned the best kind of person to negotiate business transactions and run the house is someone who fulfills those contracts and lives like the others,” Doherty explains.

“Efficient,” is all I can think to say, and there’s a pause between all of us.

“Would you like to start the tour, then?” Alan asks.

We’re not two steps through the front door before Doherty says he’s heading to his office. So many offices! Alan only nods and suddenly it’s only the three of us. Toby’s already staring into the room, impressed, when I follow his gaze.

This very first room has a circular pit full of built-in couches and throw pillows, lit up in moody blue and pink lights that remind me of dreaming. No one’s lingering in here, however. Along the far wall—and making up the entirety of said wall—is one of those massive windows I saw from the outside, letting in all the light and showing off the evergreen forest. An equally-moody bar is on the left side of the room, decked out with a wide array of low-to-high shelf liquors.

“Silk House, you’ll come to observe, is comprised of many, many bedrooms and living spaces not unlike this lobby you’re standing in now,” Alan starts, walking around the pit. We follow slowly. “I won’t need to show you every room, but I will say we host over twenty escorts already and still have plenty of room to spare for new prospects, our rooms ranging in a number of styles that might fit your taste.”

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Geena is a tease. She was a tease when she was a little girl. She teased the boys at school. She teases Mr. Pearson, who lives in the house next door. She teases her boss, sometimes. She used to tease her mother before she divorced her daddy and moved out west. Geena teased her brother until he almost hurt her once, but she loved him more afterwards than before he made her stop teasing him.

Most of all Geena loves teasing her handsome father. He was almost fifty now, and she had just turned twenty-four. Geena agreed to live at home after college because her dad traveled extensively for his business and was concerned about the house with only her younger brother there. She teased him about it, but he loved her and put up with her games.

What Dan Coleman didn’t understand about Geena was that she wasn’t teasing when she told him how handsome she thought he was and how stupid her mother had been for leaving him. Geena was very serious about her father, and she craved his affections. Geena melted inside every time he kissed her on the cheek, or patted her on the back, or held her hand for a brief moment. All Geena ever wanted to do was please her father.

Geena could not understand why her daddy made her feel all tingly inside and squishy between her legs, but he did. Every time she spent time with him, her pussy would respond by soaking her sexy panties. She would lie in bed afterwards, masturbating frantically, remembering every word he had said.

Geena had been dating since she was fourteen, and had been sexually active since her eighteenth birthday. She didn’t consider herself a slut, exactly, but she knew how easy it was to get into her panties. Geena had fucked most of the boys or man she had dated, but she was never satisfied. The hunger within was powerful and she ached for the release she felt when she had a strong orgasm. She had decided that’s why she was such a tease; she wanted attention, sexual attention. But all the attention she received only left her with the craving for more.

Geena’s brother, Hal, had almost put the fire out in Geena. She had been flaunting herself around Hal for many months. She would wear short skirts and skimpy blouses or just a bra and panties when they were alone in the house together. One Saturday, Geena went to the kitchen early in the morning to get a glass of ice water. All she was wearing was a transparent baby doll nightie. Hal was sitting at the table drinking coffee, and reading the paper.

Hal didn’t pay her any attention, at first, so Geena made a special effort to make sure he saw her. She slowly bent over at the waist, looking into the lower shelves of refrigerator, displaying her tantalizing rump. Her thick vaginal lips peeked through the burnt copper pubic hair, covering her mound and creeping back between her legs. Hal stared at her and made a decision to either put an end to her teasing or find out just what her game was.

Hal’s cock was a thick seven-inch model, heavily veined and hard as blue steel as he rose from the table. He stepped over to his sister and pulled her up and spun her around against the cabinet next to the refrigerator. His hands found her soft tits as he covered her mouth with his. Geena pushed against him but Hal had other ideas. In one quick motion, he skinned the sheer nightie from her body, leaving her standing naked before him. Geena was shivering. She was suddenly afraid of Hal, but she could feel her pussy getting hot.

She looked down between their bodies and saw his rigid manhood pointing straight at her belly button. Hal leaned forward pressing the purple head of his erection against her and leaned away. A thin shiny thread of pre-cum joined the spot he had touched and the slit on his cock head. Geena shivered again, but remained motionless.

Hal pulled her around and pressed her face down on the kitchen table. Stepping up behind Geena, holding his rampant member firmly in his hand, he advanced until she felt him part her wet folds. He leaned into her, pushing himself deep into her. Geena had never had a naked cock in her pussy before. The heat emanating from Hal’s flesh scalded her insides. She had always been insistent that her partners use a condom, even though she had been on birth control pills since she turned sixteen.

Hal’s cock started to saw in and out of her hot hole. Geena’s pussy began generating copious amounts of lubrication, soaking Hal’s thick cock. As he slammed into her wet folds, Hal scolded his sister for teasing him for so many years.

“If you wanted me to fuck you, you little cunt,” He raged, “Why didn’t you just ask me?”

“I didn’t want you to fuck me,” Geena grunted, as Hal pounded into her. “I was just teasing you.”

“Well, tease this,” he said, thrusting his stiff meat savagely against her cervix.

“Hal,” she screamed, “you’re tearing me apart.”

“When I get done with you,” he wheezed, “you’ll know better than to ever tease me again.”

Hal continued his onslaught into her, making sure his slut sister would remember this day. And remember she would, because Geena started to have one hard orgasm after the görükle escort other. She had never been so thoroughly consumed with passion before.

“Oh, fuck yes, Hal,” she wailed, “show me how bad I am!”

Hal couldn’t believe his ears. His sister was enjoying what he was doing to her. But he would show her. Hal pulled his cock out of her oozing cunt and raised it up a couple of inches and leaned forward, impaling her virgin ass hole.

Geena’s scream could be heard out in the yard. Hal’s cock screwed deep into her tight dry sphincter. Geena had never experienced anal penetration. And she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to again at that moment. But Hal, incensed with teaching his sister a lesson, lunged into her with a fury. As he persisted in his assault, Geena relaxed and took more and more of Hal’s cock into her bowels, until he was easily humping into her. And Geena continued to orgasm.

Geena’s pussy was flowing as Hal fucked deep into her ass. Strong climaxes crashed through her body. Her skin burned from being rubbed against the tabletop, and her legs ached from the pummeling they were receiving from the edge of the table.

Geena’s ecstatic moans of pleasure drifted out the open window to be heard by Mrs. Pearson, next door. She was sure Geena was being killed by a burglar, so she scurried into her house to find Mr. Pearson to investigate the cause for all the commotion coming from the Coleman’s kitchen.

Hal felt his balls tightening, signaling his eruption was near. He jerked his cock from Geena’s clenching ass hole, grabbed a handful of Geena’s copper colored hair, pulled her from the table and unceremoniously deposited her flat ass on the floor. He pulled her face up, by the hair and pumped his turgid cock with his other hand, splattering her face with thick ropes of creamy white sperm. Then he shoved her down on the floor.

Standing over her crumpled form, Hal sneered through clenched teeth, “Maybe that will teach you not to tease me.”

Then he was gone, leaving Geena sprawled on the floor, her face painted with her brother’s milky semen. She wiped the thick cream from her eyes with her fingers, and stuck them in her mouth to savor his pungent flavor. She repeated it again and again until she had most of it off her face.

Suddenly the back door burst open and Mr. Pearson rushed into the kitchen. Seeing Geena crumpled on the floor, he rushed to her side and raised her up in his arms, cradling her head.

“What happened here?” he asked with great concern.

A puddle of Hal’s cum had leaked from her ravaged anal cavity and pooled under her on the floor. Mr. Pearson took the scene in and his cock stirred in his pants.

“I’m all right, Mr. Pearson,” Geena whispered. “I slipped on the linoleum and fell.”

He assessed the situation to be much more complicated, due to her nakedness and the deepening color of the bruises on her thighs. Helping her to her feet, his foot nearly went out from under him as he stepped on the sexual fluids on the floor.

“Really, I’m going to be fine,” Geena said, softly.

Glen Pearson had a huge erection tenting in his tennis shorts. Geena made a mental note of the extreme size of the bulge. She stretched up on tiptoes, flattening her soft boobs against his arm and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thanks for coming to the rescue, Mr. Pearson,” Geena said.

“Put some clothes on, Geena,” he said, and closed the door as he left.

‘What a love muscle!’ Geena thought to herself, as her neighbor crossed the yard and went through the gate.

Geena’s body ached. Her elbows and chin were skinned from the ceramic top on the table, and the bruises on her legs were very tender to the touch. Her ass hole was aflame. She stood with the shower spray flowing over her until the hot water gave out. She dried and went into her room, closing the door.

It was only nine thirty in the morning. She had just been brutally raped by her brother, but she was still horny. She recalled the repeated orgasms she had experience as Hal had pounded his cock into her virgin ass hole. God, how it hurt when he first pushed his prick up her butt. But then, it felt heavenly. If only he hadn’t been so rough.

Geena slept until after two in the afternoon and then she got up and put on a pair of jeans, to cover her bruised legs, and went back to the kitchen. She made her self some lunch and looked out the window into the Pearson’s yard. Joan and Glen Pearson were lounging by the pool. It was a warm spring day and one of the first sunny days worthy of sitting outside in swimwear.

Geena went outside and across the yard to the gate between the yards. She pushed the gate open and walked over to sit next to Glen. He was around fifty and quite well preserved. Joan was four years younger, short and soft. Not really overweight, just well padded. She had a large bosom, which filled her bikini top to overflowing. She had ample hips and shapely legs.

Glen fidgeted as Geena thanked him and Joan for coming over when they heard her scream. Glen was obviously uncomfortable, recalling Geena’s bursa escort bayan nudity. Joan asked Geena if she wanted some tea and excused herself to go and brew some for all of them.

“Do you want to explain what really happened this morning, Geena?” Glen asked.

“I’d really rather not,” she said. “I’d have to tell on somebody and I’d rather not do that.”

“If you mean Hal,” Glen said. “I saw him crouching over you and heard what he said about teasing him. Did he hurt you bad?”

“Nothing that won’t go away in a few days,” Geena answered, sheepishly.

“Has he ever done anything like that to you before?” he asked.

“No. I’m no virgin, but he was so mean,” she answered. “I guess he’s right, though. I have been kind of hard on him. I always tease him. I guess I tease every body.”

“Yes, you do,” he said. “I’ve been watching you grow up for years. And now look at you, all curvy and pretty. I’ll bet the boys have your dance card all filled up.”

“I haven’t found anyone I really get off with yet,” she confided. “I just don’t ever seem to feel connect.”

“It’ll happen, don’t give up,” Glen said.

Geena let her eyes drift down to his lap, where his semi-hard cock twitched as it grew down his leg.

“Mr. Pearson,” Geena asked, “Do you and Mrs. Pearson still have good sex?”

“We have great sex, Honey,” Joan Pearson interjected, as she returned with a tray of iced tea. “This old man has still got a lot of fire in him. He told what he saw this morning. I think Hal should be horse whipped for hurting you.”

“He didn’t really hurt me,” Geena said. “He was just a little rougher than I like it.”

“Sex should be exciting, not painful,” Joan said.

Glen’s erection had extended down his leg and a long thick bulge was very evident in his trunks.

“You certainly seem to have an effect on men,” Joan said, smiling at her husband’s state of arousal.

Glen groaned and shifted on his lounger. Geena turned crimson.

“Maybe I should leave so you two can be alone?” Geena asked.

“He’s all right,” Joan said. “He’s still cranked up after watching you and Hal in the kitchen this morning.”

“I am not,” Glen fussed.

“Honey, you’ve had half a hard on ever since you saw Hal shoot his cum in Geena’s face,” Joan said. “And you’ll have it until somebody takes pity on you and helps you with it.”

“Jesus,” Glen exclaimed. “Why do you have to be so blunt in front of the neighbors?”

“Because you watched her getting fucked this morning and all you can think about is her naked body,” Joan snapped. “Right or wrong, Big Guy?”

“Maybe I’d better go?” Geena asked.

“Glen, go and get us some more tea,” Joan said, and cocked her head toward the house for Glen to vanish for a while.

After Glen had disappeared through the door, Joan moved over to the lounger where he had been sitting.

“Do you find Glen attractive?” Joan asked.

“Sure,” Geena answered. “He’s a hunk.”

“If I wasn’t here would you make love with him?” Joan asked.

“He’s married,” Geena said.

“That wasn’t the question,” Joan said.

“Not today, I’m still wiped out from this morning,” Geena stated. “But yes, probably.”

“Have you ever had sex with a woman?” Joan asked.

“Sort of,” Geena answered. “In college. We kissed and rubbed each other. Nothing serious.”

“How about two men at once?”

“No.”

“Man and a woman at the same time?” Joan asked.

“Well, this guy fucked my girlfriend and me in the same room one time, but not at the same time,” Geena said.

“Do you enjoy oral sex?” Joan was getting aroused as she questioned the lissome girl about her sex life.

“I guess so,” Geena said. “I’ve never had any complaints.”

“Well, Glen loves to have his weenie sucked,” Joan stated. “So if you want a thrill, get him to reel out his big pecker and let you suck it for him. In fact, here he comes now, lets give him a blow job together.”

“God, Joan. You’re serious,” Geena breathed.

“Sure, he’s more than any one woman can handle,” Joan said, reaching behind her back to untie her bikini top.

Joan’s tits stood out on her chest like ripe melons. Geena’s pussy was wet from all the sexy talk but she felt it trickle as she watched Glen approach with a full hard on down the leg of his trunks. Joan reached up under his trunks when he came close to her, causing him to nearly dump the tray he was carrying.

“Wha’?” he stammered as he sat the tray on the low table.

Joan tugged at his trunks.

“Shuck ’em, Boy,” Joan said. “Geena wants to see that big dog in your britches.”

Glen wasted no time in freeing his surging member for the two women to see. His ten-inch pole stood nearly straight out from his abdomen. It was thick and smooth with a perfectly circumcised head. A large droplet of clear pre-cum drooled from his slit. Geena peeled her t-shirt over her head and stood, pushing her jeans down, exposing the cruel bruises on her legs.

“Table was a little tough on me,” she stated, stepping out of her jeans.

Joan bursa escort removed her bikini bottoms. Reaching for Geena’s hand she pulled her over to where Glen stood admiring her supple form. Joan sat on the lounger and took Glen’s stiff prick in her hand and pumped him a time or two. Geena sat next to Joan and leaned forward, extending her tongue to lick the clear liquid off his cock. Glen moaned as Geena moved her tongue over the end of his shaft.

Joan leaned in and both women laved him at the same time. Glen was stoked. Joan knew just what he liked and she began instructing Geena in the ways to satisfy your man with your mouth. Soon Geena was mimicking Joan’s every move, taking Glen deep into her mouth and working his huge rod with her hand and mouth at the same time.

She and Joan switched back and forth, sucking and licking Glen’s cock until he blasted his load across their faces with tremendous force. As he stumbled back and flopped down on a lounge chair, Joan covered Geena’s mouth with a tender kiss and started to lick Glens cum off Geena’s face. Geena returned the favor and within minutes, the two women were passionately kissing and fondling each other. Geena had never been totally intimate with another woman and this experience was new territory. Joan kissed and licked her way down to Geena’s soft full titties and suckled her hard nipples.

When Joan’s mouth found Geena’s drenched pussy, Geena launched into a series of quick, intense orgasms. Joan drilled her tongue deep into Geena, releasing the girl’s juices to wash over her sticky face. Geena had no idea how intense sex with a woman could be and hungered to taste Joan’s sweet cunt.

Geena pushed Joan away and rolled her over on her back on the pool apron and swept into the older woman’s hot bush. Completely inexperienced, Geena set to work to find out what buttons to push to make Joan happy. She spread Joan’s outer lips and stroked her tongue through the furry bush. Joan stiffened at first contact. Geena searched with her tongue until she felt the thick nub of Joan’s clit. Joan obviously approved of what she was doing because a long low moan escaped her lips as Geena continued to lash her stiff clitoris.

Suddenly, Joan tightened her thighs around Geena’s head. Joan bucked against her face, releasing her own flow of thin lubricant onto Geena’s probing tongue. Then she laid very still, breathing through her mouth for a couple of long minutes.

Geena pushed herself up and found her jeans. Fishing a cigarette from the pack in her pocket, she reached for Glens lighter. Glen beat her to it and stood to light her smoke. After taking a deep drag, Geena looked up at Glen.

“Today has been a crazy day,” she said, reaching her hand out to softly run a finger up and down his thick cock. “I think some day, when I’m in a little better shape, I’d like to feel that big sausage sliding into my cunt.”

“I think he’d probably like the same thing,” Joan said, as she sat up and took the cigarette from Geena’s fingers and took a deep drag.

They all laughed together.

——–

Dan Coleman watched out the kitchen window as his daughter and his neighbor’s wife sucked Glen Parson’s dick and then ate each other out. Now they were taking turns smoking a cigarette. He could almost smell the sex there in his own kitchen. Lord, how beautiful his daughter was. But where had she gotten those ugly bruises on her legs. He watched as she pulled her jeans and t-shirt on and started through the gate into their yard. Dan quickly ducked out of the kitchen before his daughter could see the state of his burgeoning erection.

Geena wandered into the house. She found her dad in the den, scrunched up to his computer desk.

“Hi, Daddy,” Geena sang, as she danced over and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She gave him little pecks across his neck and nuzzled his ear. His erection threatened to tip the desk over.

“I love you, Sweetie,” he said, turning his face for a peck on the cheek.

To his surprise, Geena covered his mouth with hers and lingered just a few seconds longer than normal. He also could swear he felt her tongue dart across his lips.

“I’m gonna catch a shower,” Geena cooed in his ear. “What’s for dinner?”

“You want to go out?” he asked.

“I think not tonight,” Geena answered. “How about we order in a pizza?”

“Call now and it’ll be here when you’re finished with your shower,” Dan answered.

Geena called for the pizza and went to her room to freshen up. She felt fatigued after the wild day she had. Between her brother attacking her in the kitchen and her tryst with Joan and Glen, she was bushed. The shower revived her somewhat but her legs were still tender and her butt hole still burned. She could feel the stirrings in her pussy every time she let her thoughts drift back to her daddy in the den. The kiss had been electric. Had she really licked his lips?’ God, what am I thinking?’ she wondered.

She brushed some makeup on her legs to hide the bruises and wore a skirt long enough to reach to her knees, with a light blouse. They ate pizza and talked about silly things. Dan Coleman was troubled by the feelings he was experiencing toward his daughter. He loved her dearly but the scene he witnessed this afternoon had started a fire inside. She reminded him of her slut mother when she was much younger.

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Ken was glad that his dad had been able to coach him on how to use a university. Term papers are a nuisance and a distraction. However, with modern equipment and techniques they could be done almost as fast as the research material could be read. You selected books on your subject, looked for the main points the author was trying to make. Ran copies of those relevant pages along with footnote material, scanned them into your word processor with an optical character reader program. Saved quotes from them, arranged the quotes and copied them onto your document arranged in some sensible order with blank spaces between. Then you wrote your comments on each quote into the blank spaces that you left for them. At the end you write a conclusion. You number the quotes, enter your footnotes, number your pages do a spell check, and then print it out, and turn it in. The whole thing can be about a 6 hour project. It was a real pain in the ass before PC’s came along.

As Ken finished entering the final quote onto his document and was about to shut down for the night, Jane called. “Ken, can I come over?”

“No, I’m sorry, Jane. I’m exhausted and need to get some sleep.” What about Mark?

“He’s out on a date.”

“Jack?”

“I’ll try him.”

“Okay, Please don’t call me again tonight.”

“Okay, grouch, I won’t”

Thursday was even busier for Ken, He had five classes to attend. Thankfully a great night’s sleep helped.

Thursday evening Ken dressed, then drove out to the club. A valet stepped out from the entrance to greet him and park his car. He was greeted warmly by the doorman and the security guard. The time was 6:40. There was just enough time to go to the men’s room and have the valet touch up any wrinkles in his grey suit and have John shine his shoes. He wore a white shirt with a bright yellow tie and had a matching handkerchief in his suit coat pocket. Black men knew how to dress sharp and be noticed and Ken didn’t want to be outclassed. The table escort showed him to his table at precisely 7:00.

Mary arrived at 7:02. Ken stood as the maitre de seated her.

Mary looked like she was about to receive an Oscar award. Her bright yellow gown showcased her soft ebony skin with plenty of cleavage showing. The gown was backless and had a slit up the left side that reached her hip. Her hair was straight and cut pixie style showing off the white diamond earrings adorning her earlobes. A white diamond pendant enhanced her cleavage, and a large white diamond wedding ring adorned her finger. “How did you know I’d be wearing yellow tonight?”

“I didn’t. I just didn’t want to be outclassed by the men around here. They dress to be noticed, so I thought yellow would be a nice touch. The color looks a whole lot better on you than it does on me though. You look absolutely gorgeous. I’m honored to be with you.”

“Likewise. The yellow goes very well with your blond hair and blue eyes.”

“Should we order drinks, dine here, and share a few dances later. Or would you rather us be alone.”

“I’d rather be alone with you. We can order dinner sent up to the room. We can mix our own drinks with the bar stock up there.”

“Very good! Shall we go then.”

“Yes.”

Ken held Mary’s chair for her, Then offered her his arm. He felt very proud walking to the elevator with her on his arm.

Cindy smiled and waved at them from the kitchen doorway.

Lou met them at the elevator with a camera in her hand. You two look so beautiful together that I’d like a picture if you don’t mind.

Both Ken and Mary giggled like a pair of teenagers. Ken said, I don’t mind if Mary’s okay with it.”

Mary said, “I don’t mind as long as I get a copy”

Lou took a few pictures as they posed together. “Thank you both. Enjoy your night. By the way, Mary, that other item you ordered will arrive shortly.”

“Thanks, Lou.”

In the elevator Ken had to ask. “It’s none of my business, but I’m curious. The other item…?”

“It’s a surprise for you, Ken. I think you’ll enjoy it. When we met, I tried to let you know that I have a kinky side. You seemed to indicate that we shared similar ideas. Don’t worry, You’ll know all about it when it arrives”

Once inside Mary’s suite, Ken closed the door, took Mary into his arms and tenderly kissed her lips. Her arms slid up around his neck as she returned the kiss. It grew. Mary pressed her hips against Ken’s groin. Ken moved his hands down to cover her ass cheeks and held her mound close against his hardening cock. Ken’s tender kiss had become a writhing pair of bodies trying to merge into one beginning with their tongues.

Finally they broke for air. “Wow! You are one hot young man!” Mary panted. “I need a drink! Shit! You’ve got me wet already!”

“Me too!” Ken laughed, as he walked over to the bar and began to fix the drinks. “I seem to remember that you liked single malt scotch over rocks.”

“You have a fine memory.”

“Thank you. Having spent some time in the South, I prefer good ole plain Jack in a glass.”

Just then the phone rang. Mary answered it.

The görükle escort caller was Lou. “Your other item has arrived.”

“Good! Can you have someone bring it up.”

“It’s on it’s way. Have fun!”

Mary took her drink from Ken and took a swallow. Her face showed no reaction to the taste. “Yum. That’s good.”

There was a knock on the door. Mary opened it. A uniformed table escort had a young lady on his arm. Mary took her hand and led her into the room.

“JANE!” Ken was open mouthed in surprise.

“KEN!” what are you doing here.

“He’s here for the same reason you are, Jane. You are both here to pleasure me. Would you like a drink, Jane?”

“Yes, I think I need one.”

Ken asked, “Your usual rum and coke, Jane”

“Yes, but go heavy on the rum and light on the coke this time, Ken”

“You two don’t have any objection to working together do you?”

“None at all”, Ken said.

“I don’t either if you can forgive an awkward moment or so on my part, You see, I was in love with Ken. I still love him even though he has lost his love for me.”

“Well, Honey, that’s how life does sometimes. Who knows maybe you two working it together might help you reach an understanding. So much for sorrow, lets go into the bedroom and play.”

Mary got behind Jane and fondled her sweet tits while holding her in close and kissing her neck.

Ken got behind Mary and did the same to her.

Before long Jane reached back and pulled Mary’s head as she turned her head to kiss her over the shoulder.

When the kiss ended, Mary turned Jane to face her and kissed her again.

At this time Ken realized that Mary wanted to take Jane first.

Ken took Jane in his arms from behind and rubbed her clit with his right hand.

Jane felt her juices begin to run. She moaned slightly.

Mary said, “Lets get those clothes off of you Baby”

Ken unzipped her Jane’s dress and unfastened her bra. He pulled her shoulder straps down over her arms and the dress fell to the floor. The bra followed.

Jane stepped out of the dress.

Mary knelt in front of her and slipped her thumbs under the strings of her G-string. Soon she was standing next to the bed naked except for her black spike heel shoes.

Mary leaned in and kissed Jane’s pussy giving it a good lick ending with a tongue swirl around her clit.

Jane started working on Mary’s dress. “Come on Ken, help me.

“With Ken’s help, Mary was also down to her shoes. Ken picked up each of he dresses and hung them neatly in the closet

Mary took Jane into her arms and kissed her, holding her close and feeling their nipples rub together.

Jane placed her thigh between Mary’s legs and rubbed her clit with it.

Mary felt like an electric shock struck her. A spurt of juice pump from deep in her cunt. She thought, Hmmm, Jane is good, once she gets past her shyness, I’m going to have lots of fun with her.

Ken was naked and kneeling on the floor. “Let me take your shoes before you get on the bed together and leave heel bruises on each other.” After he took each of the ladies shoes off, he put his hands on their ass cheeks and pulled them to his face, kissing their pussies for them. He Left each clit with a strong swirl of his tongue which also left them wanting more. There was no doubt in Ken’s mind that Mary wanted Jane. She wanted him to see Jane eating her black pussy and loving every minute of it. First though, he knew she wanted to taste Jane’s sweet pink little pussy while it was still fresh. She wanted to feel Jane cum and hear her beg for more. Ken wanted all of that too.

Jane must have sensed it too because she climbed onto the bed and beckoned Mary with her arms open to receive her.

Mary wasted no time in entering Jane’s embrace and kissing her lips like a man might kiss the woman he loves.

This time Mary’s thigh found it’s way to Jane’s pussy. Where she rubbed it until the lips spread and the soft skin of her thigh rubbed Jane’s clit.

Jane inhaled quickly and she jumped a little as the sensation suddenly hit her. Then she put her hands on Mary’s ass cheeks and pulled her in and up closer. “Oh yes, Mary, You feel so good to me.”

“Yeah, Jane, you little white whore, you love it don’t you? I can feel your hot pussy juice on my leg. I’m going to suck your hot little pussy until you squirt for me. I’m going to make you want me and ache for me to ask Lou for you. You’ll be my little white pussy bitch.” Mary took one of Jane’s nipples in her mouth and Mary soon had her gasping in delight as she nipped it and sucked it hard. Then she bit it and pulled on it with her teeth as Jane gasped at the sudden pain. By the time Jane had almost recovered, Mary bit down and pulled her other nipple.

When Mary began sucking a little more gently, Jane’s nipples had become highly sensitized. Her eyes were closed and, from the sounds of her moans, she was thoroughly enjoying Mary’s ministrations. When Mary felt Jane’s hands move to her head and pull her harder onto her tits, she left them and started bursa escort bayan kissing and licking her way down.

Jane groaned her disappointment. Just a few moments longer and she would have cum just from having her tits sucked.

There are many delightful little spots between a woman’s tits and her pussy. Mary stopped kissed, sucked and licked at every one of them. Jane was tearing the bed apart with her jumping twisting and writhing from the sensual overdose she was receiving. Soon Mary reached Jane’s hairless mound. Her clit was erect and peeking out from her slit. It took Mary a tremendous blast of will power not to suck it right then. Instead she bypassed it and went down to Jane’s creamy smooth white thighs to delight them with her hot wet mouth.

Jane was ready to beg but she also enjoyed the tease. Mary finally parted Jane’s wet pussy with her nose and licked her way up to Jane’s pulsing hot clit. She finally seized it with her mouth, Jane screamed out loud grabbing Mary’s head with her hands and grinding into her mouth.

Mary lifted her head for a moment. “Yes, Jane, you are one very hot little bitch. We’ll have lots of fun together.” Then Mary went back to work.

Jane screamed. “Oh yes! It’s so good! Oh my God I’m cumminnggg! OOOHHH!”

Mary eased the intensity of her sucking and gently bathed Jane’s clit in her mouth as Jane recovered.

Jane ran her fingers through Mary’s hair and spoke softly, “That was so beautiful. I want to pleasure you now.”

Mary tightened the grip she had with her arms under Jane’s thighs and raised her head. “You will, Honey, but I’m not done with you yet.”

“Ken, I need some attention from you. I want you to do doggie behind me while I enjoy Jane.” Mary lowered her head and took Jane’s clit into her mouth again. She started off slow and gentle and kept going like that until Jane began thrusting her hips. Mary shoved two fingers up into her cunt and began sucking harder as she worked her fingers over Jane’s G spot. Mary’s efforts on Jane didn’t leave herself high and dry either.

Mary’s slit was juicing like an April shower when Ken rubbed his cock in it. When he had the head nice and slick, he rubbed Mary’s clit with it until he felt her hips thrust as she tried to maneuver her cunt over it and take it into her. When he was ready, he shoved it into her as she shoved back hard against him.

Mary shoved a third finger into Jane’s cunt. As she rapidly tongued and sucked the hard nub of Jane’s clit.

Jane’s knuckles were white as she clenched the cover in her trembling fists.

Ken sensed that Jane was close so her pounded Mary hard and fast trying to catch both of them up to Jane.

Mary came on very fast and was almost ready. She felt Ken begin to swell and knew he was almost there so she rammed a fourth finger up Jane’s cunt and pressed her clit between her upper teeth and her tongue.

Ken reached down and pinched Mary’s swollen clit between his two fingers and she started to cum as did Jane. Ken let go and his cum began to spurt deep into Mary’s welcoming tummy. All three were moaning and vocalizing as they came off together.

“Ummm, that was great, Ken.”

“Thanks, Mary, but the pleasure was mine.”

“Jane exclaimed, “My God, Mary, I’ve never cum so hard.”

“You have a sweet and hot little pussy, Jane, I could eat you till the cows come home.”

Ken said, “You have a nice tight and hot little cunt, Mary”

Mary looked at the alarm clock on the night stand. “Well, it’s ten o’clock. I think we all need a drink and some food.”

Room service had brought some cold snacks and fresh ice while they were in the bedroom.

Mary laughed. “I guess Lou knew we’d be pretty busy.”

Refreshed by the food and drinks, Mary said, “Okay kids Let’s get back to bed. Jane, it’s your time to pleasure me this time.” Mary crawled up to the middle of the king sized bed and sprawled out with her legs spread. “I hope you don’t mind a bit cocktail from Ken’s cum and my fuck juice.”

Jane smiled. “I’ve swallowed Ken’s cum and I’ve swallowed Cindy’s juice so it won’t be anything I haven’t tasted before.”

“Ken, Are you sure you won’t mind seeing Jane sucking your cum out of my nasty black pussy?”

Ken laughed, “Why should I mind? She wouldn’t be doing it if she didn’t want to.”

Both were aware of Mary’s urge to humiliate white people. Racism was alive and well. But it wasn’t one sided.

“Good, Ken, you can fuck her white ass while she sucks my black pussy.”

Jane crawled up between Mary’s legs and kissed her mouth while she rubbed Mary’s tits. When the kiss ended she kissed the sides of Mary’s neck and sucked at her diamond earrings while she massaged Mary’s hard nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. After a while, she suddenly pulled and twisted both of them hard and painfully. Mary jumped and gasped at the sudden sharp pain. As Jane began sucking on them, she started to moan softly from the pleasure she felt.

“Oh, Jane, Baby, you are so good, Oh yes, Honey, suck them hard. Tease bursa escort them with your teeth. Yes, like that. I love it, Honey. Those beautiful sensations are going strait down to my pussy. Oh yeah, Baby she wants you down there.”

Jane began working her way down to Mary’s pussy teasing her with kisses sucks and licks along the way.

Ken found some lube in the night stand and began using it on Jane’s ass as she teased Mary’s tummy and thighs. When he was ready, he pulled her ass up so she could get on her knees, She pulled her cheeks apart as he slid his cock into her ass. Her ass cheeks felt soft and smooth against his tummy as he began to slowly fuck his way deep into her hot and welcoming ass.

When Jane felt Ken’s cock slide into her ass, she dipped her face into Mary’s dripping slit and stuck her tongue up inside of Mary’s cunt. She sucked up a bit of the cum and swallowed it as she moved her mouth up and onto Mary’s clit. She quickly sucked very hard and pressed the hard nub with her tongue and teeth.

Mary yelped and almost came right up off of the bed from the sudden mix of pleasure and pain. Suddenly the pain was replaced with more pleasure. “Oh shit!” Mary stiffened and grabbed the covers. “Oh my God, Yes! OOOHHH yeah, sweetie, you know what I like. OH DAMM, I’M CUMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!”

Jane eased off giving Mary a chance to recover slightly before bringing her on again.

Ken slowed down a bit too Not wanting Jane to cum before Mary was ready to cum again.

Mary had hardly settled down when Jane shoved all four fingers into her cunt and then began sucking her clit harder and faster than before. Jane used all four fingers to rub Mary’s G spot as she sucked tongued and nibbled Mary’s luscious clit.

Hardly a moment passed before Mary was off on her next orgasm.

Ken was rapidly milking Jane’s throbbing hot clit with his fingers as she brought Mary on.

All three came to a crashing orgasm at the same time. Jane kept sucking Mary’s clit all of the way through it. Just as Mary started to come down, Jane brought her up higher than before. When she started back down, Jane brought her on again. This time Mary passed out from the intensity of it.

“Oh my God, Ken, keep fucking me, I’m cumming again! OOOHHH SHIT IT’S BIG!! OH! OH! OH! AYEEEEE!” Jane fell forward onto Mary as she passed out before Ken had stopped pumping his cum up her ass.

Ken pulled out of Jane’s ass and wiped his dick with a tissue from the nightstand.

Jane came to first and rolled off of Mary. “Could you please hold me for a little while, Ken.”

“Sure”, Ken slid his arm under Jane’s shoulders and pulled her to him.

Jane hugged him and buried her face into his shoulder. “Where do we go from here?”

“Why not enjoy where we are for a while?” You enjoy big black cocks, and I enjoy hot black pussy. We both have plenty of what we enjoy. We also have and can afford the best of everything. Would you trade it all for a little white cottage with a picket fence and a some snotty nose kids to clean up after? I’d probably chase after the first black ass that crossed my path, and I think you’d do the same. We’ve changed. We’re whores now. We aren’t likely to change back. We know what red hot sex is all about. We can’t ever go back to what we once were. We flat out don’t want to and both of us know that. I don’t hate you. We’re still friends, with privileges or not. The difference is that the promise of a future together is gone. Maybe it was never there anyway and I just imagined it or dreamed it.” Ken kissed Jane’s lips. “Now we need to wake Mary and make sure she feels well and truly fucked before morning.”

Jane rolled over and kissed Mary’s lips. “Hey, lover, wakey, wakey.”

Mary slowly woke up shielding her eyes from the light. “Oh damm,” she groaned, “I was sleeping so good. what time is it?”

“It’s 12:30.”

Oh good, I was afraid I slept a lot longer. We still have plenty of time. Let’s go take a shower. I’ll call house cleaning and have them change the bed while we shower. It got pretty wet. Ummm, my pussy feels like she ate a canary and loved every feather of it.

Mary picked up the phone and dialed. The call was picked up right away and she made the arrangement. “House cleaning will be there within 5 minutes.” Mary picked up her purse and left a $20 on the bed. The large shower and multiple heads felt great. There was a bidet in the bathroom and the girls made good use of it. Hot soapy washcloths made quick work of the sexual residue. The hot water revived sexual urges and soapy hands on wet body areas renewed the passion.

“This is great, but I need more hot sex.”

“Jane, are you never satiated?”

“Nope, not me, Mary.”

Okay then ladies, Ken held a large fluffy bath towel open for Mary, He dried her with it, then opened another towel for Jane and dried her with it as well.

Jane then showed Ken the same courtesy then behind Mary’s back, she wrapped her hand around his semi flaccid cock bringing him to a fast erection.

Back in the bedroom, the bed had been changed and the $20 tip picked up. The room was clean, Jane’s bra and panties had been picked up and placed over hangers in the closet, and shoes were placed neatly in the closet s well. Jane’s overnight bag had been placed in the closet from where she had dropped it just inside the suite door.

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You probably need to read the earlier parts of this story before this one.

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Susan grinned at Rudi as they came off the stage. “Oh my god, that was so hot! I don’t think I have ever cum so hard. The idea of all those people watching us fucking was such a turn on!”

“You were fabulous, Susan. You will definitely win the prize! You look like such a sexy mess now, with my cum all over your face. I’m sorry I messed up your hair.”

Both of them were breathless from their exertions and excitement. They had a quick shower in the changing room and carried on chatting about the experience of stripping and making out in front of an audience. Rudi soaped Susan down and she of course couldn’t resist soaping his cock and balls. She was so enthralled by his cock – its weight and girth even when he was soft. By the end of the shower it was beginning to grow in her hands but Rudi stopped her and said they should get back to his friends and watch the other acts.

Rudi and Susan got dressed – Susan once again wearing only the slutty, figure hugging white mini-dress that she had been wearing before getting “dressed up” for her amateur strip.

Back at their table they were greeted by a good humoured cheer and applause from their frieds, just as the next amateur dancer appeared on stage. Susan found herself watching the stripper critically, making mental notes on her good and not so good moves. Rudi leaned over to Erik and asked him if he had caught any of Susan’s act on his phone. Erik grinned in confirmation and Rudi sked him to send it to Mette.

———

Mette steered Mike out of the club after Susan’s ‘dance’ and hailed a taxi. But instead of giving Mike’s hotel address she gave her own apartment. Mike looked at her quizzically.

“I don’t think you should stay alone at the hotel tonight. You are looking a bit shell-shocked so I will take you to my place and keep you company.”

Mike was silent but didn’t object. They arrived not long after. Mette had a spacious two bedroom apartmemt overlooking one of Amsterdam’s beautiful canals. She fixed them both drinks as Mike flopped onto her sofa. She then put on some chill-out music and sat next to Mike, handing him the drink.

“So… how do you feel about watching your lovely wife being fucked by Rudi in front of a crowd of horny people? You’ve hardly said a word since.”

“I can still hardly believe it. It is all like a bit of a blur. Although having said that, I think I will have the image of them on stage etched in my memory forever. Never in my wildest dreams would I have believed Susan would do anything like that before this weekend.”

“But you have fantasized about her being with other men. Was reality very different from the fantasy?”

“Totally. I never reckoned on the aching jealousy that I get from seeing her so completely satisfied by somebody else. Even ‘though that is exactly what I fantasized about. Nor did I think I would be so turned on by her performing in front of the crowd – that is not something I have thought about before. Her actions these last few days have made me really worried that I will never be enough for her again.”

“Well I hate to break it to you, Mike, but I think it is pretty clear that you are not enough for her by yourself!” Mette quipped. “But seriously, I think you guys have a strong relationship and can make your marriage work with a little help from the likes of Rudi. You just need to establish a clear understanding about how it will all work.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well for a start you need to be totally honest with each other about your feelings and work hard at ensuring nothing comes between you – and I’m talking about your jealousy as well as her boyfriends. Jealousy can be really corrosive, but it strikes me that you get a bit of a kick out of it, as if you enjoy the proof that Susan needs more than you can offer. So if you enjoy it, admit it and don’t allow the jealousy to damage your love and respect for Susan. This is as much about you and your needs as it is about hers. So don’t ever blame Susan for any of this – it was of your making, you have fantasized about this happening and deep down you know you love her and want her to be completely fulfilled in all ways, including sexually. And in doing so, she is fulfilling your needs too.”

“I’m not sure I feel particularly fulfilled right now!”

“Don’t worry, we’ll work on that later!” Mette responded with a grin. “But first can I ask whether Susan is particularly dominant in your relationship?”

“Not particularly. She sometimes gets strident about things, and likes to get her way. But I wouldn’t call her dominant.”

“I thought as much. I think your fantasy about seeing Susan with another man is an aspect of your deep-rooted desire to be dominated.”

Mike interjected that he thought Mette was barking up the wrong tree. But she went on to remind Mike how he had responded to her instructions when she had ordered him to eat her pusssy at the hotel, how he had allowed her to decide when to leave the club and where to go and, most of all, how he had responded görükle escort to her instructions to strip and to her administering 20 firm blows across his ass.

“I can see where you might get that idea.” Mike responded, blushing slightly. “But I really don’t think I’m the submissive type.”

“But I could tell you loved the spanking – it really drove you into ‘sub space’ and it is precisely the giving of control to someone else that I’m talking about. I have no doubt that you are the dominant powerful executive at work. But I’m convinced that you crave giving control to somebody else – abdicating responsibility and the stress that comes with it.

———

The last amateur of the night was completing her performance on the stage as Susan, Rudi, Erik, Frank and Marten watched. The dancer had a fabulous figure and had stripped completely but did not have great rhythm. Susan wondered idly whether the judges scored the women on their dancing or looks or a combination. She was probably the oldest of the dancers and could not match this lady’s figure but boy, she and Rudi had put up a performance! She still couldn’t believe that she had ended up fucking Rudi on stage and shifted in her seat squeezing her thighs together as she had a flashback of the public orgasms she had had.

Susan listened to the guys discussing the merits of the various dancers, but when Frank suggested they have a wager on the winner, both Marten and Erik said they thought Rudi and Susan’s performance had to win. Frank agreed, so there was no point in making a bet.

And sure enough, when the MC came on stage, and after the humerous shouts of “Strip! strip!” from the crowd had died down, he announced that the winners that evening, for their duet, were “Sexy Sue from the UK and Big Rudi.”

Susan and Rudi went up on stage, to the scene of their earlier sex, and received an envelope with their cash prize. There was cheering and wolf whistles from the crowd. Rudi pulled Susan into his arms for a kiss while cheekily pulling her very short dress up to give the crowd a final view of her sexy naked butt. She squealed and automatically pulled her dress down, as if the crowd hadn’t seen every detail of her body earlier.

They left the club soon after and piled into Frank’s car to go back to Rudi’s flat. Again, Susan was wedged between Rudi and Marten, with Erik in the front seat.

“God, I am feeling so horny.” Erik commented and Marten echoed the sentiment.

Rudi made a scoffing sound and Marten said “It’s alright for you, Rudi, you have already cum twice this evening. We’re all feeling frustrated!”

With whispered encouragement from Rudi, Susan reached over and felt Marten’s crotch. “Mmmmmm. What is it about you Dutchmen? you all have lovely big cocks and are horny as hell!” She pulled down his fly and pulled his cock out with some difficulty. She then loosened her seat belt and leant over taking Marten’s cock in her mouth. It was an awkward angle but Susan shifted her ass back into Rudi to give herself more space and began bobbing her head up and down on Marten’s cock as she pumped his shaft with her left hand. She was just getting into a nice rhythm and could feel Marten getting excited and on the way to blowing his load when Frank announced from the driver’s seat that they had arrived at Rudi’s flat. Marten and Susan both groaned in frustration and Marten struggled to get his saliva soaked cock back into his trousers.

They all piled into Rudi’s elegant flat and Susan reflected that it seemed like an age since she and Mike had been there on Thursday evening. Rudi made some drinks and put some music on, suggesting that Susan should put on another show for the guys, who were all sitting on the sofa and armchairs around his coffee table.

“No. I need a drink and a break before I do anything else!” Susan responded, grabbed the vodka tonic that Rudi had made her and also sat on the sofa next to Erik.

Marten had got out some weed and was busily rolling a joint that they all shared as they chatted about the evening and what Rudi and Susan intended to do with the prize money.

The joint and the drink had a rapid effect on Susan and she began feeling horny again. She giggled to herself that this was how it had all started on Thursday, with her inhibitions going up in smoke with the weed. She suddenly stood and went to Rudi’s music and turned the volume up a bit. She then stood in front of the television – the natural focus of the room normally – and begand to sway and move to the music, feeling gloriously high.

The guys all watched her with rapt attention and the atmosphere suddenly got very sexual. Rudi got out his phone and began filming Susan, realising that he had not sent Mike any clips since the night club before their strip show, although Erik had sent a clip of Susan’s earlier dance to Mette.

Susan was now dancing with her eyes closed, running her hands slowly and softly all over her body, feeling her hips and tummy and gorgeous little breasts in her sheer white mini dress. She could feel her nipples were hard as flint as she ran the bursa escort bayan palms of her hands over them. She vaguely wondered what effect she was having on the guys but was more interested in the feelings in her own body. She remained on fire from her stage fuck with Rudi and she suddenly felt totally liberated of all restraint. She turned her back to the guys and ran her hands over her ass and slowly down the back of her legs, bending over at the waist gradually as her hands went all the way to the ankle straps of her high heels. She knew, given how short her dress was, that she was giving all the guys a clear view of her shaven pussy and the thought once again gave her a rush of warmth to her core. She slowly straightened back up and as her hands reached the hem of her dress again she slowly pulled it up over her head, all the while gyrating her now naked ass slowly. She then turned to the guys again and continued to run her hands over her body, desperately trying to resist her hands going to her pussy as she knew it would take next to nothing to make her orgasm.

Rudi stopped filming long enough to send a clip to Mike.

Susan opened her eyes again and walked purposefully towards Rudi, straddling his legs and reaching down to release his fly. Rudi held her hands to stop her and kissed her deeply on the mouth.

Susan got lost in the kiss and almost swooned with passion and an aching to have Rudi inside her again. She felt herself gushingly wet and ready.

“You wore me out on stage, Gorgeous.” Rudi stated, still holding Susan’s hands and preventing her intended assault on his cock. He was lying – he was fully raring to go – but wanted to fulfill his promise to the guys that she would provide the evening’s entertainment.

“You are joking! You cant hold out on me now!” Susan responded with an aching feeling close to panic.

“Nobody’s going to hold out on you, Susan. Who do you want to fuck first? Frank, Marten or Erik?”

Susan looked a bit shocked. She had agreed to spend the night with Rudi, not his friends.

“You agreed that I would own you for the night, Susan, and I am now ‘loaning’ you to my friends”

Susan was still processing what Rudi was saying when she felt hands gently rubbing her shoulders. She relaxed back into the massage and sighed deeply. She wondered briefly what Mike would say. But then the yearning desire for more cock overtook her and she craned her neck to see whose hands were on her shoulders. It was Marten again and he leaned down and kissed Susan on the mouth before gently pulling her to her feet off Rudi’s lap and turned her around into an embrace, pulling her body in so that she could feel his manhood press onto her tummy.

Susan broke the kiss and stepped back, looking at Marten and then the other guys. “You all have WAY too many clothes on. Get naked now! All of you! Then i want you all to fuck me senseless!”

Rudi caught her little speech on his phone and sent this clip also to Mike.

———

Mette and Mike were on their second drink and deep into a chat about power transference when his phone pinged with an incoming message. They had been analysing why Mike was turned on by imagining – and now seeing – his wife fuck other men but his conversation dried up as he watched the clip of Susan slowly and seductively dancing and stripping out of her one piece of clothing with the three guys watching avidly. Half way through the clip the camera turned and Rudi gave Mike a silent thumbs up sign.

As he came to the end of the clip, he realised that Mette’s hand was gently squeezing his hardened cock in his trousers. “You mentioned earlier that you didn’t feel particularly fulfilled. I think it’s time I took you to bed. Follow me.” Mette said, again using her firm and subtly commanding tone. Mike blinked a couple of times and followed Mette without saying a word. Again his mind was in turmoil thinking about Susan but he also felt devoid of will to resist Mette’s instructions.

“Strip naked and lie on your back on the bed.” Commanded Mette and Mike did as he was told. Mette then reached across him, took his right hand and deftly closed a restraint attached to the bed post around his wrist. Mike turned and looked at the restraint blankly as she did the same to his left wrist and then moved to his feet so that he was bound spread-eagled on the bed.

“Now, that’s what I call a smooth power transferance!” Mette quipped. She pulled her thong off from under her skirt and got up on the bed to sit on Mike’s chest, gently playing with his hard prick, before shuffling back until her pussy was over Mike’s mouth. “Eat me, you pathetic cuckold! I want to drown you in my juices”

Mike tried to tongue Mette’s pussy and lick her clit. She was in no rush and he figured he would need to work hard to make her cum. Just as the purring sounds coming from Mette’s mouth indicated he was getting somewhere she scooted forward a bit and said, “Lick my ass. I want you to worship my ass.” Mike did as instructed, finding the forbidden taste strangely erotic, when Susan added, “Now tongue fuck my ass. bursa escort I want your tongue inside me.”

Mette threw back her head and groaned. She absolutely loved it when a guy worshipped her ass and Mike was doing it with gusto and no apparent revulsion. Mette’s hand went under her skirt and she bagan rubbing her clit with an urgency that Mike picked up on, spurring him on to ever greater efforts with his tongue. Mette reached down with her other hand and curled her fingers into her pussy to rub her sensitive g-spot, sending sparks through her body. With the fingers of both her hands working frantically on her clit and g-spot and mike’s tongue in her ass, it wasn’t long before she had a crashing orgasm, shouting “Yes!” repeatedly as she came, drenching Mike’s chin and neck.

Mette fell forward and dreamily kissed Mike’s cock as she slowly recovered from her climax. As she did so, there was another ping from Mike’s phone, which was in a pocket of his discarded trousers. Mette swung her legs off Mike’s face and retrieved his mobile. She took the mobile and walked into her en suite bathroom to read the message.

Alone for a moment, Mike considered his predicament. He reflected that he was restrained on the bed of a woman he hardly knew in a country he hardly knew while his lovely wife was in the apartment of a very well endowed guy of Caribbean origin, whom they also hardly knew, doing God knows what. He realised that it was a potentially disasterous situation but that didn’t stop his cock remaining rock hard as he thought of his wife. He wondered if Rudi would keep her to himself.

Mike heard the sound of running water from the bathroom and wondered what Mette was up to. She returned, still fully clothed other than her thong, which lay on top of Mike’s discarded clothes on the floor, carrying a large plastic bowl from which Mike could see steam rising. Mette placed the bowl on the bedside table. She then went back into the bathroom, returning with Mike’s phone as he craned his neck to see what was in the bowl.

“Do you want to see what your slutty wife Susan is up to, Mike?”

“Yes.” He responded, with his voice cracking slightly. He realised he had not said anything since they were in Mette’s living room. He licked his lips and cleared his throat. He craned his neck again to see what Mette was doing. She was fiddling with his phone and connecting it to her bedroom TV.

The screen came to life and suddenly there was Susan, totally naked except for her high heeled shoes, kissing a guy other than Rudi and pressing her body against him. Susan broke the kiss and stepped back, looking at the guy she had been kissing and two other guys sitting on Rudi’s settee – which he recognised from sleeping there on Thursday night. Susan then clearly said, “You all have WAY too many clothes on. Get naked now! All of you! Then i want you all to fuck me senseless!”

Mike was dumbstruck. For the second time that evening Susan was behaving in a way he could never have predicted. Mette had arranged the clip so that it was on repeat, so every 30 seconds or so Mike had to hear, and watch if he chose, his wife of 15 years invite three strangers, whom she had not met before that evening, to fuck her.

Mette was now by the bed and was wetting her hands in the bowl of warm water. she pulled out a cloth and wet Mike’s cock and balls before putting shaving foam all over his pubic area.

“What on earth are you doing?” Mike asked.

“I’ve decided you would look better without pubic hair. I’m going to shave you there first and then I’m going to shave your armpits, chest and legs. I want you to feel your skin free of hair and then we’ll see if I have any stockings you can put on.”

Mette said this very matter-of-factly, but Mike’s head nearly exploded with the thought of being shaven smooth all over and he couldn’t comprehend the reference to stockings and thought he must have misheard Mette. In any case, this was way too much. He began to struggle to get out of his restraints. Surely they couldn’t be that secure! But try as he might, Mike could not break free.

Mette just sat on the edge of the bed looking at Mike quizzically. “If you thrash around like that, I’m definitely in danger of cutting you with the razor.” She said calmly.

Mike continued to struggle, but when he saw Mette reach for the razor, he suddenly became still. Shutting his eyes against the humiliation, he lay very still indeed as Mette began to shave around his cock. All the while, there was Susan on the TV telling the guys to strip off because she wanted them to fuck her.

Just then there was another ping from Mike’s phone, amplified through the TV’s speakers. This time Mette didn’t vet the message, she just went and downloaded the video file and pressed play so it showed on the TV screen.

“Do you want me to tell you who’s who?” Mette asked as an extraordinary scene filled the screen. She went on without waiting for Mike’s reply. “The guy underneath Susan fucking her pussy is Erik. His family is also from Surinam and his cock is almost as big as Rudi’s. The guy behind her, fucking Susan’s ass, is Frank. He has an average cock – about your size – which is probably why he is in her ass rather than any of the other three! And the guy with his cock in her mouth is Maarten, who she was kissing in the earlier clip. Which means that Rudi is the cameraman.”

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