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**SATO**

Ms. Sato had an unmistakable knock: three loud, sharp, evenly-spaced raps. Dr. Tanaka Kazuo, sat at his broad walnut desk, set his pen in its inkwell and gathered his papers with great aplomb, rustling them somewhat louder than was necessary and setting them to one side of his blotter.

“Come in,” he called.

The door opened briskly – Ms. Sato tended to do everything briskly, often alarmingly so. She seemed always to be on the parade field, ready to snap a crisp salute. She marched in (briskly! crisply!) at the head of a column, and Dr. Tanaka thought she wanted badly for a baton, or better yet, a rifle. It was good fortune for them all, he mused, that she was not so armed. This would be what was known as giving an iron club to an oni.

Ms. Sato’s age could have been anywhere from thirty to fifty, for all anyone could tell from looking at her, but a brief encounter would incline one to estimate towards the upper end, wondering how life could have sharpened someone to such a fine point in just thirty years. Her hair, solid black with not a single grain of pepper suffered to remain, was worn in a bun wound tighter than a heretic on the rack. Her face was paradoxically soft in its features, rounded, flat, her complexion light and smooth; but her lips, painted a matte carmine, were forever pursed and frowning, her nose lowered with a slight flare, her tightened jaw jutting behind the molars.

She wore black Oxfords with one-inch slim heels. In the echoing corridors of Namegara Women’s Preparatory School, her aggressive heel-toe stride striking the tiles sounded like the reports of a distant and dedicated sniper. It was a sound that quieted conversation, straightened skirts, and made phones slip into bags with a magician’s dexterity. On the hardwood floor of the principal’s office, the sound was almost deafening, reverberating off the paneled walls and pinging from the metal filing cabinet in one corner before finally burying itself in a short, low couch and its overstuffed footstool.

Her woolen pencil skirt was graphite gray with thin blue and yellow tartan. It fell to mid-calf, below which ribbed black stockings showed. It was unclear how it could hug her hips so tightly and still accommodate her martial stride. Her white button-down shirt had a frilled placket, and was buttoned all the way to the top, with the mandarin collar fastened with a hook and eyelet. Her three-quarter-sleeve black blazer was likewise buttoned tightly. Her bust, though not modest, was, with the assistance of a lacy black bra which had never seen the light of day, easily suppressed by these severe jackets. A single pearl on a thin silver chain lay unobtrusively in the folds above her sternum.

Her signature accessory, of course, was the fifty-centimeter leather riding crop which she carried with her at all times. When not in use it hung from her hip by a button that she had sewn on her skirts for this purpose. She would often hold it behind her back while archly strolling down the center of the hall between classes, gaze high, eyes snapping about for any infraction that might earn a bright welt on the back of the hand.

When she stepped onto the large maroon and black oriental rug that filled much of the office’s floor space and demarcated the central seating and conference area, the silence left by her squelched footfalls was sudden, and small sounds like the rustling of her garments became audible. The column following her paused momentarily as she moved the two slatted wooden chairs sitting across the desk from Dr. Tanaka, placing them against the wall. Then, taking her crop in hand, she pointed with it silently at three spots on the floor in the center of the room, and the three girls stepped into their places.

**GIRLS**

On the left was Hideki Tatsuko, a long-limbed blonde, nineteen, most often seen with a confident, haughty stare, issuing her opinions as authoritative edicts, sorting the school’s wheat from its chaff. Her lightly wavy hair fell to her shoulderblades in back, and tumbled across the rise of her breasts in front. Though of a good size, they were diminished by her sturdy shoulders; her strong, firm buttocks were a more noticeable feature from any angle. Her ice-blue eyes, normally glinting with ambition, were today a flat blue-gray, staring down and ahead with little motion. A mark was visible already on the back of her left hand, a wide pink streak with two sharp corners and a fading chisel-wedge. Her lips were free of lipstick, unusually – paired with the welt, Dr. Tanaka surmised it had been judged too garish and was scrubbed roughly from her face by Ms. Sato. Her expertly-applied eyeliner seemed to have passed muster, however. She stood with her feet a little apart, back straight, hands at her side.

In the center was Inoue Fumiko, the school’s star student. She was only barely eighteen, having skipped a year in primary school. She had friends, but also plenty of enemies. She didn’t socialize often, didn’t gossip, and being istanbul escort of a somewhat anxious disposition, often had to excuse herself on field trips to go and sit in the bus. This earned her the scorn of the school’s social elite, most especially Tatsuko. The older girl never seemed to tire of tormenting her, watching for her in the halls and loudly criticizing her fashion as she passed by. Fumiko tried to ignore her, but felt her cheeks reddening with shame each time an insult landed.

Short and slight, she had come suddenly into her figure shortly after arriving at the school, her breasts high and full, her hips wide with long, smooth curves up to a narrow waist, a wide gap open between the tops of her plumping thighs. There was no doubt this had only stoked Tatsuko’s ire further. The only thing worse than a loser was a rival. Her black, neck-length hair was worn in a plain, inward-curving bob with flat bangs.

She stood with her feet together and shoulders hunched, one hand folded over the other in her lap, elbows drawn in to the ribs. Her lips were pressed tightly together as she stared at the floor, her hazel eyes flicking nervously at nothing. The light rouge on her cheeks, a rarity which she had had to work herself up to at great length, and now regretted, was responsible for little of the bright red coloring her face.

On the right was Tamashiro Minami, a transfer student who had arrived the previous month. She was small like Fumiko, but with a featureless silhouette, mousy and thin. Her skin tone was dark, a dusky almond, with copious chestnut hair spilling down her back in tight waves. With her brown eyes and dark lips, her head was dangerously near to monochrome. Thick black plastic glasses consumed much of her face. Her hands were folded in her lap as well, and she stared at the wood grain of the part of the desk nearest her. She was trembling slightly, not enough to see.

All of them were wearing the school uniform: white tennis shoes, black thigh-high socks with three white bands at the top, pleated black knee-length skirts with two white bands near the bottom, white button-down shirts, and at the neck fat black ribbons with white stripes tied into bows. The hem of the skirt fell directly across the scapula on Fumiko, and hid Minami’s knees entirely, but Tatsuko’s long legs had lifted hers above the knee, and home alterations (forbidden by the dress code but a common practice among the popular girls) had lifted it even further, showing every one of the three stripes on her socks. Careful posturing could further expose several inches of bare thigh, if needed.

When they had filed into place, Ms. Sato stood to their right and said “Hands at your sides.” Fumiko’s hands balled quickly into fists and found the seams of her skirt. Minami didn’t seem to hear. Ms. Sato’s crop struck the back of her right hand with a loud crack, and Minami jumped and gave a small shout. She snapped her hands at her side and in a strained whisper said “Sorry, ma’am.”

Ms. Sato came around to Minami’s front and lifted her chin with the paddle of the crop to stare down directly into her eyes. “Speak up,” she said, inches from the young woman’s face.

Minami cut her eyes far down and to the left to avoid Ms. Sato’s stare. “Sorry, ma’am,” she said, her voice wavering pathetically on the edge of breaking. Ms. Sato dropped the crop and Minami’s gaze fell immediately to the floor again.

**REPORT**

Ms. Sato turned on her heel, strode again to the right-hand side of the assembled girls, then turned once more to face Dr. Tanaka. Dr. Tanaka continued to wait patiently as he had the whole time, knowing Ms. Sato had to proceed in her particular manner. She folded her arms smartly behind her back, holding the crop perfectly vertically against her spine, and stared straight ahead at the far wall, saying professionally, “Dr. Tanaka!”

“Yes, Miss Sato?” Dr. Tanaka spoke for the second time.

Ms. Sato issued her report in law enforcement jargon, like a police officer describing a crime scene. Dr. Tanaka thought it was a little ridiculous; he thought Ms. Sato’s entire shtick was a little ridiculous, but if there was a human living who was brave enough to tell her that to her face, they had not yet stepped forward.

“Early this morning, while passing the locker room of the main gymnasium, I encountered the smell of aerosol. Following it inside, I heard raised voices and a commotion. I discovered these three girls conversing heatedly and a series of vulgarities written in spray paint across the lockers. A bag was open on the ground with a half-empty can of spray paint in it. I asked whose bag it was; it was Fumiko’s. Since there were no senior administrators present at that time, I confiscated the spray paint, notified the custodial staff, moved the girls to my office until your arrival, and, as you know, called you to notify you of the incident.” Ms. Sato was merely summarizing the situation for the benefit of those present.

“In escort bayan my view, it is clear that one or more of these girls is responsible for this act of vandalism; however, I leave further fact-finding to you, Doctor.”

“Thank you, Miss Sato. Please stand by while I deal with this situation.”

Ms. Sato nodded curtly and moved to stand behind the girls in a menacing, wide-stance parade rest.

“Dr. Tanaka,-” Minami suddenly lifted her head and burst out. Dr. Tanaka turned to look at her and said mildly, “Hush. You will each have your turn to speak.” Minami lowered her head again, closing her eyes briefly, and her trembling intensified for a moment.

**TESTIMONY**

He turned to Tatsuko. “Miss Hideki,” he said. She turned her head slowly towards him, but still seemed to be staring at something distant. After a couple of moments, Dr. Tanaka glanced towards Ms. Sato. “Answer the vice principal,” she said sternly.

“Yes, Dr. Tanaka?” asked Tatsuko. Her voice was steady and flat.

“Step forward.” Tatsuko took one step forward, standing just a couple of feet from the desk.

“You may speak first. What happened in that locker room?”

She began speaking immediately, with an even pace and no pauses between sentences.

“I was going to the locker room to shower after running when I smelled paint. When I went in I found Fumiko spray painting the lockers. I didn’t know what to think at first so I just stood there. Then Minami came in behind me. She saw Fumiko and shouted at her to stop. Fumiko put the paint in her bag and was going to run, but Minami grabbed the bag and it fell on the ground. That’s when Miss Sato came in. The rest is like she said.” She ended as abruptly as she had begun.

Dr. Tanaka stared at her for a long moment, scrutinizing her blank expression. Then he said “Thank you, Miss Hideki.” She stepped back, reforming the line.

He then turned to Minami. “Miss Tamashiro.”

“Yes, Dr. Tanaka?” responded Minami.

“Please step forward and relate your version of events.”

“Yes, Dr. Tanaka.” She stepped forward, squared her shoulders, and took a deep breath to steady herself. She began speaking quickly and irregularly: “As you know, I am on the school track team, I like to run in the mornings before school, and for first period I tutor geometry at Hoshido Grammar School across the street, I don’t like to be too sweaty for-“

“Miss Tamashiro,” Dr. Tanaka cut her off impatiently. “You may begin from arriving at the locker room. And slow down.”

“Um, uh… yes, sir.” Minami deflated, releasing her largely-unused breath. Then she took in another and began again:

“It was around 6:20 when I went to the locker room. I remember seeing Tatsuko ahead of me down the hall. As I was going in I thought there was an odd smell. Then I heard something bang into a locker.”

At this, Tatsuko let out a sharp sound somewhere between a cough, a snort, and a grunt, and cut her eyes sharply over at Minami for a moment. It seemed intended to be somewhat subtle but was astonishingly obvious. Minami stuttered for a moment, “uh, uh, uh, I, I mean I heard someone close a locker down the hall. I don’t know who it was.”

She stared silently at the floor for another moment, hitched in half a breath, and continued. “When I went in I saw Tatsuko standing in the door and Fumiko with a can of spray paint writing on the lockers. I shouted and Fumiko saw us. She put the paint in her bag and started to run, but I…” she paused for a long moment “…I stopped her, and the bag fell on the ground. Then Miss Sato came in.”

“So, you saw Fumiko spray-painting the lockers, and you saw her put the paint in her bag?”

“Yes, sir.” Minami’s shaking was audible in her voice.

Dr. Tanaka stared at her, too, seeing her shaking, how she wouldn’t look up from the ground. Finally he said “Thank you, Miss Tamashiro.” Relieved, she fell back into line.

At last he turned to Fumiko, standing between the other two girls, bent slightly, shoulders rounded and defeated. “Miss Inoue.” It wasn’t a question.

She lifted her head slowly, as if it was very heavy, and met his gaze dead on. Her eyes bored into his unflinchingly. “Yes, sir.” Her response, too, was not a question.

“Step forward.” She did so, keeping his gaze.

“Two witnesses say they saw you vandalizing school property, and the instrument was discovered in your bag. Even if you plead innocence, the evidence is clear. Do you deny these accusations?”

“No, sir.” Her voice was low and dull.

“You vandalized the lockers?”

“Yes, sir.”

“The paint was found in your bag?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Nothing has been omitted?”

A short pause, and then: “No, sir.”

“Thank you, Miss Inoue. That is all.”

Fumiko stepped back. Her previously blank expression now showed consternation. Her brows were drawn together as if in careful thought.

**VERDICT**

Dr. Tanaka leaned back in his wheeled Kartal escort leather office chair and steepled his fingers, pushing them together so that a few knuckles cracked. Then he laced his fingers and laid his hands on his blotter, sitting up straight.

“This would seem to be an open-and-shut case. Miss Inoue vandalized school property and was caught in the act by no less than three witnesses.”

He paused to survey the room again. Everyone was fixed in tableau, waiting for his pronouncement.

“The punishment for this will be twenty blows of the cane.”

Fumiko jerked slightly at this. Minami’s shakes intensified. Tatsuko turned her head to the right and down. Even Ms. Sato was startled, turning towards him and blinking once. The punishment seemed harsh considering Fumiko’s spotless record. On the other hand, she reasoned, she should be held to a higher standard. It was a bitter disappointment to see such a promising student act out this way.

Dr. Tanaka rose from his chair, pushing it back behind him. He reached down to one of the large drawers in his desk and pulled it open. From inside he withdrew a long rattan cane with a crook on one end. Closing the drawer, he walked around his desk behind the girls to Ms. Sato and handed it to her. Then he went and stood to the left of his desk, facing the girls.

“Miss Inoue, step forward until you are against the desk.”

She took two steps forward, the edge of the desk meeting the tops of her thighs.

“Bend down and put your face on the desk. Put your hands on either side.”

She put her hands down first and lowered her torso in a kind of reverse push-up, turning her head to her right to rest her left cheek on the blotter. Her hands she moved up to either side of her head, palm-down, then drew them into fists. The hem of her skirt rode up, exposing two of the three white bands of her socks. Her knees bent slightly and her legs were shoulder-width.

“Bring your feet together and straighten your knees,” said Dr. Tanaka. She did so, and now her hips and belly floated above the desk, the small of her back arched, her sternum resting on the blotter. Her legs were taut and her bottom upturned appealingly.

“Miss Tamashiro,” said Dr. Tanaki, startling her. “Lift Miss Inoue’s skirt.”

Minami stared at him, eyes wide with panic. She stepped quickly forward to Fumiko’s rear and carefully pinched her skirt midway down its length, piling it up on the small of her back with a single fold and revealing the bottom two-thirds of Fumiko’s plain white cotton panties. They were somewhat small and hugged her rear tightly, cutting up to her hipbones on a steep diagonal. A faint bikini tanline ran in a rough parallel an inch below the hem. Minami began to step back, but Dr. Tanaka said “No. Lift it all the way up.”

She stared at the skirt for a long moment as if it were a venomous snake which might bite her, then grabbed it at the very bottom, holding it delicately between her thumb and two fingers like a bridal veil. She began lifting it past the waist, then the front got caught between Fumiko’s thighs and the desk. Fumiko rocked back for a moment to free it, causing the hem of her panties to slide just a millimeter further up her legs, and the fabric betwen her thighs to slide and push lightly against her lips. Minami continued lifting until the skirt was bunched in front and completely inverted in the rear, covering the small of Fumiko’s back. Now her panties were visible all the way up to the waistband. A crease was beginning to get caught between her cheeks; surely uncomfortable, but not something that she could fix just then. Minami stepped back, hands shaking.

Ms. Sato began to step forward, but Dr. Tanaka stopped her with a look and a small hand gesture. He turned to Tatsuko, standing nearest him. “Miss Hideki, vandalism is a serious offense, wouldn’t you agree?”

Her head didn’t move as she said “Yes, sir.”

“The punishment must be memorable, don’t you think?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m glad you agree. Pull down Miss Inoue’s panties.”

Without hesitation, Tatsuko stepped forward. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Fumiko’s panties and pulled them briskly down to mid-thigh. After a moment they fell limply down to her ankles, lying in disarray across her tennis shoes. Tatsuko had already stepped back.

With her legs together, Fumiko’s generous buttocks revealed little of her anus, but the welcoming triangular gap between her thighs gave an unimpeded view of her small, neat pussy. Fine, thin black hair lined the plump vulva, with bright pink inner lips spilling out.

Now Fumiko was shaking too, the tremors in her thighs making her tight cheeks wobble. “Step into position, Miss Sato,” said Dr. Tanaka. She came forward, standing to one side of Fumiko’s bare, trembling rear. Dr. Tanaka moved closer, standing directly across from her, his hips less than a foot from Fumiko’s exposed sex. “Ready,” he said, and Ms. Sato raised the cane sharply above her head with a sickeningly high keen. Dr. Tanaka paused again to look at the girls. Fumiko’s eyes were clenched shut, her fists balled tight. Minami had begun to sob quietly, tears running down her face. Tatsuko was still stone-faced, looking away.

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Babes

It was 10:30 p.m.; I had just crawled into bed and picked up my favorite bedtime book. With a yawn I started chapter 13 and the phone rang. Looking at the caller id my heart began to race as I recognized the number. I quickly answered not daring to keep him waiting. “Hello, Master.” I answered my voice quivering from the unexpected call.

“Hello my slut. Are you alone?” He asked in a voice that caresses my heart and drenches my cunt.

“Yes, Master.” I stuttered as excitement slammed through my body.

“Good, now open the front door.” He ordered.

“Yes, Master!” I said excited at the thought that my one true love stood just outside my door. Still holding the phone in my hand I threw the covers off my body and jumped out of bed. At almost full speed I ran threw my house to the front door. Without looking out the peephole I just unlocked and yanked the door opened. I stood in the open doorway wearing only a white tee shirt that barely covered my ass cheeks that hung out of the black thong that Master loves oh so much.

I stood there looking at the falling snow, feeling my nipples hardening against the thin fabric of my white shirt. But no Master. I felt my heartbreak, my lip quiver and my eyes tear up. I was overwhelmed with sadness as Master has tricked me before is this way.

“Did you check your peephole?” Master’s voice asked and I realized he was still on the phone with me.

I shook my head knowing I hadn’t.

“No you didn’t.” He answered for me stepping into the open doorway. I gasped as my eyes looked at his beautiful face.

“I’m sorry Master.” I whispered not trusting my voice just yet.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you know better then that.” He scolded me.

I lowered my head in shame. “I didn’t want to keep you waiting Master.” I said softly.

“You know your safety is the most important thing. Now step aside and let us in.” My head snapped up to search his dangerous eyes. Had he said ‘us’, who was ‘us’. I glanced to the side yet saw nobody, when I looked back to Master’s eyes I saw his arched brow which reminded me that I was keeping him waiting.

Quickly I stepped to the side and watched him step inside the house; behind him stepped another man who I’ve never seen before. I lowered my head to a small bow and he nodded a hello back to me. Once the men where securely inside, I closed the door and offered to take their coats.

Master nodded and they both handed me their coats. I quickly hung them up and returned to my Masters side. He smiled down at me as he leaned down for a kiss. Softly his lips touched mine and his hand knowingly came around my waist scooping me into his strong arms holding me tightly knowing my knees would buckle as they always do.

“I wasn’t expecting you tonight Master. I’m sorry I’m in such a, disarray.” I apologized softly against his mouth.

“Hmm, I like your disarrayed state.” He moaned softly back. His tongue teased and tasted mine then suddenly the kiss was broken and in one swift movement I was turned to Master’s side to face our visitor.

“My sweet slut, this is Dave, a very close friend of mine. Dave, this is my special little whore.” Master introduced us, a chill ran up my spine hearing that I was special to Master.

Dave held out his hand, I took it, keeping my head down showing Master’s friend the same kind of respect I show to my Master.

“Please forgive my night time attire Sir, I was not expecting company tonight.” I said, softly begging as I shyly pulled at the bottom of my tee shirt trying to stretch it down to cover more of my body.

Dave kissed my hand gently, “Do not fret over me, I think you are fine just the way you are.” I blushed.

Master cleared his throat to get my attention. Once my eyes met his he sat on the couch, I gently removed my hand from Dave’s and moved to my Masters feet where I knelt looking up at him adoringly.

Dave chuckled and sat on the other couch. “She is trained wonderfully.” He admired. His encouraging words caused my Master to smile proudly down at me.

I have never felt so proud of myself, and then I had at that moment. My heart filled with joy just knowing I had made my Master that happy even if it was for only a second. Master reached down and gently caressed my hair and the side of my face. I turned my head into the palm of his hand. I craved his touch; I ached for his love.

“Oh my little whore, show our guest what he came to see. Strip.” He ordered.

I blinked slowly but moved into the middle of the room and stood up slowly. I glanced once more at Master to see if he changed his mind. He didn’t.

I slowly grasped the bottom of the tee shirt slide it up to reveal my black thong then up more to show off my soft fleshy stomach, up higher letting my perky 36c breast bounce free, and at last off my head to let it drop to the ground. I glanced at Master as my thumbs curl into the strap of my thong and began pulling it down.

Master shook his head and I stopped instantly. He only had to point to the floor and I Kartal Türbanlı Escort dropped instantly to my knees with my head bowed.

“Wow.” Dave said breathlessly.

My Master chuckled and nodded. “She has become a wonderful slave, but it has taken a lot of training to get her this way.”

I remained silently kneeling; hearing my Master talk so freely about my extensive training caused a blush to color my cheeks. I felt the heat of embarrassment to flood my body, as I knew I was sitting there almost completely naked in front of someone other then my loving, safe Master.

“Is something wrong slut?” Master asked me with concern.

I shook my head slowly from side to side.

“Speak now slut.” He ordered in a gentle voice.

“Nothing Master. Just slightly embarrassed is all.” I answered.

“Sitting naked embarrasses you slut? Why? That is my body to command and control, why does it cause you embarrassment if it doesn’t bother me. I, for one, am very proud of my slut’s body. You need not to be embarrassed, you need nothing but to worry about my happiness.” He instructed. I nodded.

“Yes Master, as you wish.” I answered. I felt more then saw my Master’s smile and nod.

He then turned his attention back to his friend Dave. “Slut, go to our guest and let him see you up close.”

With a nod I crawled as seductively as possible to our guest and kneeled straight upward, keeping my head down. I felt Dave move to sit up a bit, closing the space between us more.

“May I?” He asked. I felt the room temperature drop and knew it was my Master nodding his answer.

I gasped as I felt our guest reach out and gently cup his rather cold hands against my round perky tits. His thumps and forefingers gently twist my hard nipples.

I moaned out as my back arched pushing my breast outward toward his kneading hands. I heard my Master chuckle and I froze.

“Oh my little whore do you like our guest’s touch?” I whimpered as if I had done something wrong. I suddenly felt that this was some sort of test of my faithfulness to my Master or maybe it was a test of my loyalty and obedience. Either way I was afraid to answer. I began to shake.

“Speak slut.” He demanded.

“If it makes you happy Master then yes.” I answered showing him that my only concern was his happiness.

I felt, more then saw, Master stand up and move around behind me. I felt Masters hand wrap up in my hair and pull my head back as far as it would go without to much pain.

I was staring straight up into his eyes; his deep dark pools filled with dangerous thoughts and the knowledge that I feared him as much as I love him. He could say so much with just a look. Tonight I saw love and something else that could be mistaken for worry but I know better then to think such things. I know, love, and trust my Master and he would never allow anything to happen that he doesn’t believe would excite and please me as much as himself.

Master stared into my eyes and I swear he was searching for answers that I didn’t have. He’s hand gently caressed my cheek, as Dave still played with my breast, pulling and tugging slightly rougher on my nipples.

I turned my face into my Masters hand not really caring about anything but him.

Slowly his hand came around to rest on my throat. My body tensed as his hand tightened around my soft succulent neck.

I whimpered and Dave let go of my breast and sat back to watch.

Masters fingers tightened around my throat as I gasped for that last breath I was allowed. “Hands and knees.” Master ordered and I obeyed. Master held my throat, as I moved slowly not wanting him to break his hold on my neck. “Turn around slut. Show our mortified guest that this is what you like.” Master ordered.

I obeyed instantly without hesitation.

Master let go of my throat as I turned to face him but quickly gripped my throat again as I shoved my ass end up in the air offering it up to our guest. Master watched me with a soft smile as I felt a hand cup my hot needy cunt.

“Oh wow, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen any bitch this wet before. Her thong is soaked.” Dave said.

I felt my body shiver with excitement when he called me a bitch.

Master chuckled and nodded. “No lube needed for this bitch.” Master confirmed.

“Not even for her ass?” Dave asked.

Master laughed heartily. “Actually I do use lube for her ass but it is more for safety sake then a necessity. Unless of course she needs a punishment.” He said keeping his eyes on me.

I whimpered out, “Master, I’ve been a good girl.” Fear in my voice and eyes.

Master nodded and touched my cheek. “Yes my slut, tonight you have been a very good girl. So far, and for that reason I am declaring your ass off limits. But just for tonight.”

I smiled up at him knowing he did that for my benefit. We both knew there was a special place in our hearts for such a vital act. Master had been the first to fuck my ass and it was a new act for us, I felt Kartal Otele Gelen Escort uncomfortable with the thought of another man using it for his pleasure. As did Master, I think.

I felt Dave’s fingers caressing the fabric over my cunt. I could feel the heat rising from his hand sending shivers down my spine.

I moaned softly and felt Masters fingers loosened slightly, tight enough to remind me he was there and in control. My legs spread wider as my back arched inward pushing my breast to the floor and my ass higher in the air.

I felt Dave’s finger hook inside the leg of the thong holding it as his knuckle grazed back and forth across my wet slit.

My breathing became faster as I glanced up to Master with a wanting in my eyes. He smile down at me and slowly unbuckled his belt, in one swift experienced movement he pulled his belt and it slipped easily free of his belt loops.

I shivered and licked my lips as I watched him fondle the leather belt with expertise flare. My heart raced as my hips pushed back against Dave’s hand.

“Damn she is loving this.” He said in a horse whisper.

“Yes she is a good whore.” Master said as his eyes held mine. I watched his hands moving over his zipper and pulling out his engorged meat. Not from sight but from experience I sucked his cock into my mouth and down my throat with a hunger that only showed in my eyes, which never left his.

Suddenly Masters hand was wrapped up in my hair, as I loved it to be, and his hips where slamming into my face. My throat completely filled when he rams into me.

My lips and suction tightened as Dave suddenly slammed 2 thick fingers deep into my juicy cunt. “Oh!” I moaned out.

Master’s cock pulled slowly out of my mouth only to then slam back into my throat causing me to gag. My body rocked back and forth to the two men pounding different parts of my insides.

“Hmm you’ve got to feel my cunts mouth! She can suck the chrome off a tailpipe.” Master moaned out as he fucked my mouth with vigor. Suddenly Master pulled my hair tight making me break the amazing suction with a loud ‘plop’. He pulled his cock from my mouth. “Turn.” Master demanded.

I instantly obeyed. I turn to face Dave pulling his erect 7 inches from his pants. I instantly devoured it into my hungry mouth. “Hmm.” I moaned out sending a small vibration down his shaft and to his balls. My head bobbed up and down on his meaty cock as my mouth sucked his cock like trying to suck a thick milkshake through a tiny straw.

He moaned and groaned as he pumped his hips off my couch as he fucked my mouth.

I felt Master behind me pulling my thong off as he started rubbing the head of his cock against my hot wet slit and up between my ass cheeks to circle my throbbing ass hole.

I must admit I wanted nothing more then my Master to slam his massive cock deep into the aching hole but I knew this was just a teasing reminder that he could if he wished but he wouldn’t.

Dave reached out circling his fingers into my hair, which only made me want to suck him deeper. He gently pushed my head down as his cock slid down my throat until I gagged.

Master took that moment to slam his cock between my hot cunt lips and grind his hips deep into my ass cheeks causing my walls to grip his cock tightly.

Both men groaned out at the same time as they fucked my holes.

It was Dave who complained about cumin to soon first.

Master reached out and grabbed my hair and pulled my head back pulling my mouth off of Dave’s cock. “Slow down slut.” He ordered staring into my eyes. “You have to remind her at times. She gets over heated easily.” Master said as if I was nothing more then a toy.

Oh I am!

Slowly I suckled Dave’s cock back into my mouth this time slowing down to his speed. My cunt sucked Masters cock in and out of me as my mouth did the same with Dave’s cock, my tongue teasing the tip of his cock’s head.

He moaned out as his hips bucked up off the couch slamming his cock into the back of my throat, I gagged, Master laughed.

I felt Master’s cock ramming in and out with force enough to rock my body ruthlessly. I felt sheer joy of my Master’s abuse toward my body as he shared me with his friend. I moaned out sending a vibration down Dave’s cock to his balls. Suddenly my head was ripped back off of Dave’s cock as I whimpered wanting more.

Master slammed his cock deep into my throbbing cunt hard enough to cause me to scream out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. “OH GOD YES!” I screamed.

Master pulled his cock from my dripping cunt. His hand still wrapped up in my long hair as he guided me to turn around to face him. I whimpered softly, wanting my holes filled. “I won’t allow cum to enter her body or mouth. Put this on.” Master instructed.

I knew it was a condom but didn’t rightly care at the moment. My cunt ached to be used and abused. I needed relief from this burning desire in me. As we patiently waited for the condom to be slipped on, Master Kartal Ucuz Escort decided he wanted to spank my round pale ass. “You need a bit of color in those cheeks.” He said and picked up his belt.

I began to shake but I nodded knowing there was no use in arguing. It was going to happen either way but I chose how hard and how many lashes I get. I lowered my chest to the ground spreading my legs as wide as they would go then braced myself from my Masters full swinging belt. I yelped out as the first strike hit across both ass cheeks. My body jumped forward from the force of Masters thrashing. Each strike felt like fire blazing hotter and hotter. Each hit, landing in the exact same spot, Master’s specialty. Each welt flaring up stinging my aching ass. Suddenly the belt came up and slapped my hot cunt with force that made me scream out and close my legs.

I knew instantly Master was glaring at me. I could feel the weight of his intense eyes. I shivered not even having to look up.

I heard the growl coming from deep within him and I began to sob uncontrollably. “I’m sorry Master! I’m so sorry. Please forgive me?! It was a natural reaction.” I sobbed out.

“One that you should no longer have.” He scolded me. But Master is a kind, gentle, man when he wishes it. Roughly yanking my hair making me look up and into his eyes. He snarled down at me and my tears sprung from my eyes and rolled down my cheeks instantly.

“We have company tonight but don’t think you can get away with this. It will be dealt with in MANY ways, at another time.” He informed me and I knew that I was in deep trouble but I nodded my understanding and Master nodded his back then roughly guided my mouth back to his standing cock. “Suck.” He ordered.

I obeyed immediately. Sucking him deep into my mouth and down my throat were my tongue played with the head of his cock. I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent as I plunged my mouth down shoving his cock down my throat trying to make amends for my misbehavior.

I felt Dave move closer behind me as Master guided my head up and down on his cock. “Her ass is nice and red and I’m sure it is burning quite a bit right now. Fuck her stinging cunt hard and deep and make sure you squeeze that ass. Keep it red.” Master instructed his friend.

I heard a chuckle as if he would truly enjoy this torture to my cunt and ass.

I whimpered and Masters grip on my hair tightened. “Your not protesting are you whore?” Master asked in a tone of voice that I knew instantly what my answer had better be.

I shook my head with wide innocent eyes straining to look up at Master.

“Good Girl.” Master praised me as he slammed his cock down my throat and held me there for what seemed like forever.

Suddenly I felt Dave’s cock press to my opening and his finger pressed to my tight ass hole. I heard him moan softly as I felt Master tightened his hold on me and I braced myself for the entry. To my dismay Dave slammed both his cock and his finger into the two holes.

My mouth opened in a muffled scream, as Master’s friend took no care in my pleasure as he fucked me hard and deep with both his protruding parts. I screamed over and over as his finger slammed in and out of my precious ass hole. Tears streamed down my face.

Just as my Master bent down to look into my tear filled eyes I felt my ass hole loosen up around Dave’s finger and I was finally able to relax a bit. “Do you wish this to stop?” Master whispered in my ear. I shook my head no as I could feel my orgasm rising from the deep depths of my insides. With a nod Master leaned back up and replaced his cock into my mouth.

The force of Dave’s fucking made my sucking Master’s cock easier for I didn’t have to move on my own much Dave did that for me.

I sucked Masters cock as hard and as deep as I could until I heard both men moaning and their breathing increasing from their pleasure. I could feel Dave’s cock throbbing inside my cunt with every thrust. I screamed out as I felt wave after wave of pleasure flow from my body. I sucked Master deeper and harder into my throat as I felt my orgasm explode. My cunt quivering caused Dave to cum long and hard and my mouth sucking Masters cock like it was a straw, the creamy thick stuff that usually don’t squirt from my Master, did, and gulped it down my throat like the hungry little slut that I am.

When both men were finished, they pulled out of me, Dave went to use the bathroom while I collapsed to the floor with exhaustion.

Master knelt at my head and I forced myself to crawl up into his lap the place where I’d rather be more then anywhere else in the world.

“Did you enjoy that my little slut?” He asked as he stroked my hair.

I moaned softly and nodded.

“Good girl. I am very proud of my good girl tonight.” He said softly with praise and pride.

I felt pride in myself at the moment his words echoed in my ears. “Thank you Master.” I said softly.

“Oh no my dear, You shall thank me in other ways.” He said but before I had a chance to ask more, Dave came out of the bathroom fully clothed and Master stood up and went in.

The silence between Dave and I was unbearable I couldn’t take it any longer. “Did you enjoy yourself Sir?” I asked softly looking up at him. He looked at me and I could see a pain in his eyes.

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I love the smell of leather in the morning. Or in the afternoon. Or at night. You might just say I’ve got a “thing” for leather. It was just a typical day when I walked into the store during my lunch break. What store you ask? The one with studded leather on their mannequins. I love coming here. I’ll stand and smell the leather and caress the floggers, longing for the day that I’ll get to use one. They know me here, I come in a lot, always spending just enough for them to let me linger.

Like I said, it was a normal day. I walked into the store, my ipod whispering sultry things in my ears. I walked straight back to the wall of floggers and inhaled deeply, the smells of calf and deerskin mixing around me. I selected one of medium heft and took it off the wall. The handle was beautifully weighted and I could tell that the broad, soft tails would make a lovely smacking sound and make skin red while causing just the right sting. I longed for a broad, willing backside to thwack. With a sigh I put it back up on the wall and turned to look at the racks of leather clothes.

As I turned around, I met a pair of dark, deep eyes. I’d seen him before, many times, but we’d never spoken. I could tell he’d been watching me. His eyes spoke volumes, but his lips uttered not a sound. We stared into each others eyes for what felt like an eternity before he reached out and took my hand.

We moved towards the counter and he spoke to the man behind the counter, “Mind if we use a dressing room?” The guy just smirked, “Anything gets messy you bought it,” and turned back to his magazine.

We moved to the back of the store and down the hall of black curtained dressing rooms. He threw me into the room farthest from the door and pulled the curtain shut. Before I knew it, he was everywhere. My back was pressed against the wall as his mouth crushed onto mine, his hip grinding into me. My head spun and I gasped for air between soul devouring kisses. He grabbed for my flailing wrists and slammed them against the wall hard enough to bruise and my knees nearly buckled. Two can play at that game. The next time we came up for air I dodged his kiss and sank my teeth into the crook of his neck. He moaned and his grip on me faltered.

His hands went to my waist and my jeans fell to the floor as we kissed. I managed to slip off a sneaker and get one leg free. One hand pulled my naked leg up over his hip and the other tangled into my hair, pulling my head sharply to expose my neck. As I hung on for dear life, he ever so gently licked my neck, making a shiver run through me. As sucking wet kissed caressed my neck, his pants came off and he bit down as he entered me. I screamed. His mouth came back to mine as he pumped into me. My legs locked around his waist and his hands came up to cradle my head as he pounded me into the wall, harder, faster. Our blood pumped and my mind spun as we fucked. I could feel him tensing under me as we both came. I gasped for air, my mind was gone. The world spun and I saw stars.

We slowly slumped to the floor, gasping and panting, still locked together. He pulled back and looked into my eyes and, in half-breaths, said, “So, you come here often?” A grin split his face and we both started giggling. The laughter hurt my half-crushed torso. It felt good.

He sat back and started pulling down the shirt I’d wrenched up at some point. He winced as he worked it down. I glanced in the dressing room mirror and saw that I’d left ragged furrows up and down his back. I looked down at my hands and saw blood beginning to dry beneath my nails. When had I done that? Probably some time between “ungh” and “Oh Gods!” I looked into his eyes in apology. His answering kiss assured me that he didn’t mind.

As we wriggled back into our clothes I said, “I don’t live far from here, if you’ve got some time.” Technically I had somewhere to be, but nothing I couldn’t blow off. This would be much more entertaining.

A hand reached over and gently took mine, his other Maltepe Ukraynalı Escort hand gently stroked the bruise blossoming there. “You sure you can handle that?” he asked with genuine concern.

I choked down a laugh, “No, no.” I put my hand over his and smiled sweetly, “You’ve had your turn. Next time’s mine.” I purred, “Can you handle that?”

A sly sideways grin spread across his face and, very slowly, he nodded.

A few long minutes later and we were standing in my bedroom. He stood straight and tall, hands behind his back, eyes down. He’d done this before.

“Any rules?” I asked. He shook his head. I wondered if he really wanted it hard or if he was just showing off. Better start off soft. If he was half as fun as I thought he might be then there’d surely be later opportunity for more another day.

“You know what to say if you want me to stop?” I asked.

“Red.” Good. He’d definitely done this before.

I looked up at him and smiled. “Strip.”

The shirt came off. Boots, sock and pants quickly followed. And there he stood, in all his glory. I hadn’t really had a chance to appreciate him before. I strolled around him to better appreciate the view. He was taller than me, but then most people are. Nice body, toned but not too muscular — strong, but without the hard lines of men addicted to the gym. His skin was perfect, except a nice set of teeth impressions on his neck and the lines I marked down his back. I ran a finger down a line and chuckled in remembrance. He shivered.

I circled back around to look him in the eyes. “Turn around and face the bed.” He did. “Kneel.” He did.

I walked over to my favorite closet and rummaged about. I returned holding a short length of my favorite crimson rope. I got up on the bed and rested my hands on the wrought iron foot board. I let the rope just dangle into his frame of view and heard his quick intake of breath.

“Hands. Palms together,” I said as I found the center of the rope. He gave them. I wrapped the rope around his wrists several times, careful to keep the lines flat — I liked my rope pretty. Once I was satisfied that his wrists were secure, but not too tight, I tied him to the foot board just at his shoulder level. I wanted him uncomfortable, but not so much so that I might have to let him go before I’d finished with him.

I hopped off the bed in a rather undignified manner and smirked at myself. There was something unbelievably arousing about having a man tied to my bed. This was a man who could probably pick me up and throw me across the room if he wanted to. And here he was naked, at my mercy, and all by his own volition.

I walked over to the dresser and pick up the flogger we got at the store. I brought it to my nose, inhaled deeply and smiled to myself. I had wanted some nice bits of flesh to use it on, and now I had some. I slowly walked behind him, my stocking feet making very little sound on the carpet. I stood there, not touching him, just letting the flogger smack ever so gently against my palm. I wanted him to hear it. His breathing was even and deep. Something had to be done about that.

I stepped forward and began to let the leather straps just glide along his back. They just barely slid along the claw marks I had made. Each time they caught on a bit of tender skin he shivered. Better. For a moment I contemplated giving them a good smack, but figured that might cause a bit more pain than he was ready for. Instead, I let the flogger move lower, the soft leather caressing his backside. His breath caught as I lightly flicked the ends across his ass, stinging him slightly. I smiled wickedly at his reaction.

I moved slightly to his side and reached for him. My hand grabbed the back of his head and shoved it down harshly so that his ass was in the air. His breath was much quicker now. I could tell he was just waiting for the first blow. I let him wait a little longer, much better to let his mind race and his Maltepe Üniversiteli Escort imagination run wild. When I saw the first bead of sweat begin to form at his temple I let my arm swing down. Thwak! I heard his harsh intake of breath and let leather sit on his backside for a moment, and then, ever so slowly, lifted my arm, letting the tails skimming along the pink they had caused.

I gave him a moment to steady himself before I brought down my arm again. Thwak! And again, thwak! And again. Each time the stroke was a little faster, a little harder. Soon his hands reached out to grasp at the foot board for support. His breath was coming shallow and fast; every once in a while a whimper would squirm past his self-control. His restraint really was quite impressive: it had to go. I wanted him weeping for me.

By now his backside was red and raw. Even the softest straps would have started to hurt by now. His breath was coming in ragged little gasps and tears streamed down his face. I was elated, my own breath coming hard and fast. With every tear I could feel myself getting wetter, riding his pain as an adrenaline high. As I brought my arm down one last time, hardest of all, he screamed for me.

I knelt down beside him and held him as he shook and cried, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. I stroked his head and held him as his breath came back under his control. I raised his face to my own and wiped away his tears with my hair. “You did very well,” I cooed, “You’ve pleased me.” I kissed him gently on his brow and not so gently on his lips. His answered with the kiss of a drowning man, desperately seeking me as if I were his only hold on the world. It was exactly what I wanted from him.

Reluctantly I pulled away and stood up. He looked up at me, his eyes pleading for more. Well, who was I to disappoint him? I reached down and untied his hands. I let him remain kneeling on the floor while I carefully wound the rope into a coil and set both it and flogger on the dresser. I walked back to the closet and went into a drawer. I returned carrying two long leather straps with buckles on the ends, like extraordinarily long belts.

I moved to the bed and arranged some pillows up against the head board, his poor abused backside didn’t need any more harsh treatment tonight. “Come up here,” I motioned to the pillows. He slowly stood up, gingerly stretching out his legs. He took a deep breath and moved up onto the bed. “Put your back up against the headboard,” I ordered. He winced as he shifted himself backwards to rest against the pillows.

I tapped his shoulder, “Put out your arm.” He lifted his arm parallel to the bed. I slipped the middle of one of the long straps around his bicep and wove it through the headboard. I slowly wove the trap down his arm, crisscrossing around the muscles, tying him securely to my bed. At his wrist I carefully buckled the ends of the strap together, making sure not to pinch. I shimmied across him to the other side of the bed, ignoring his growing erection, and secured his other arm the same way.

I got up off the bed and walked down to the end of it so that I could survey my work. The straps were nice and even and looked quite fetching against his pale skin. He sat quite still, waiting for whatever came next with seeming patience, though his eyes held untold longing. I toyed with the idea of blindfolding him, but decided to give him a little show as a reward for his obedience.

I turned around and walked to the corner where my hamper stood. With my back to him, I slowly raised my shirt above my head and peeled out of the arms. I held out my arm and let it drop unceremoniously into the hamper. I stood to the side and undid the button and zipper of my jeans. I took my time working them over my ample hips and stepped my far leg out of them, taking off my sock at the same time. I rested the leg closest to him up on the hamper and gently worked the remaining leg of my jeans down and off. Maltepe Vip Escort I looked over at him and smiled to see that I had his full attention. Still standing to the side, I reached back and undid the clasp of my bra. I worked my arms out of the straps and wriggled until the under wires came free of my very full breasts and the bra flopped onto the floor. I strangled moan came from the direction of the bed. I may not be as thin as current fashion demanded, but no man had ever complained about my curves. I turned my back to him and, with excruciating care, worked my panties over my hips and down onto the floor.

I turned around and sauntered back to the bed. I climbed up next to him and gently rubbed my nose against his face. I could feel him quiver as our breath mingled. Harshly, I grasped the back of his head and forced his mouth to mine. He opened for me as my tongue plundered and explored every inch of him. I pressed my breasts against his chest while my teeth nipped at as lips, demanding his escalating response. I wanted to drive every thought from his head, to fill him up until I was all there was. His hands clenched and his arms strained against the straps, banging the headboard against the wall.

I smiled at his efforts and slid my kisses down his throat. I sucked and nipped at his Adam’s Apple while my hands moved up and down his chest. I let my nails just graze his sides, his chest, his stomach. He groaned horsely as I let a hand move down to his hip. While my tongue enjoyed his shoulders, I scratched deeply into his thigh, eliciting an even louder groan from him. I slipped my hand around the hard length of him and he bucked beneath me. Light as a feather, I moved my fingers around his head, making him scream.

As I moved to straddle him I captured his lips again. There was no mistaking the urgency in his kiss. I raised my hips above him, just barely brushing him with my nether lips. Suddenly, I plunged down onto him and groaned into his mouth as he filled me. I pulled back and began to rock back and forth with exquisite slowness. His eyes were unfocused and his breath came in tiny gasps. His fists were clenched and his arms were pulling the straps as far forward as the tiny amount of slack allowed. I moved forward, raising my breasts to his face. His mouth found a nipple and I laughed in delight. As his tongue swirled around my breast I began to rock faster and faster. I raised my arms above my head and moaned with pleasure. We rocked faster and harder. My hands grabbed at his chest and shoulders, looking for an anchor. I raised up and slammed down on him again and again until I finally began to shriek and spasm around him. He kept bucking against me as I came around him and finally screamed of his own accord, pumping his orgasm into me.

I collapsed onto his chest. Blood trickled down it in neat little furrows to match the ones on his back. I laughed giddily at the sight. I rolled off of him and nearly rolled onto the floor, I was so weak and rubbery. I could hear his labored breath matching my own.

I stared at the ceiling and waited for the lights to come back into focus before I sat up. I went up on my knees as I leaned over to undo the straps that bound him. The leather left harsh white lines against his skin and small bruises at his wrists that matched my own. I flung the straps over in the direction of the closet, not much caring where they went for now. He carefully moved his shoulders in a circle, testing them.

“You OK?” I asked.

He grinned like a schoolboy and breathlessly said, “Never better.”

“If you slide down a bit I’ll rub those sore shoulders for you.”

He slid down and I wriggled behind him. I gently massaged his shoulders and arms, careful to avoid bruises and scratches. I smiled to myself. He’d be wearing my marks for days.

He groaned as I rubbed a sore spot. “We really need to do this again,” he said. “Soon.”

I ran my thumb across a bruise and had an impish though, “Are you sure you can handle that?”

He laughed and grabbed my hand, “No, no. You’ve had your fun. Next time’s mine,” he said in a fairly good impression of me. We both laughed heartily. As it turns out, we wore each others’ marks for a lot more than a few days. Thereafter we both, quite frequently, smelled of leather.

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The first cold raindrop hit the bare skin of my left shoulder and slowly left a trail of goosebumps down my back as it navigated my already slick flesh. Seeing the storm approaching, I’d thrown a playful glance over my shoulder, stripped my clothes, and dashed out the front door before Chris could recover from his surprise.

I knew it wouldn’t take him long to catch up. He was a faster runner. And more importantly, he was not the type of man to back down from a challenge – especially not from the woman who usually played by his rules. What could I say? I enjoyed the game of being a brat from time to time, and we both enjoyed the added excuses for punishment.

A bolt of lightning far closer than expected brought me back from my reverie. I jumped with a squeal at the bright flash and loud crack immediately following it. I dashed into the trees, knowing I would be safer from the storm under their shelter. I kept running, grabbing a quick backwards glance from time to time, but there was no sign of my pursuer. Rain started to fall in earnest, washing away my sweat and leaving my skin tingling and cool. To my dismay, the rain in the leaves also hid any sounds Chris might make while chasing me. If I knew him, he would try to catch me by surprise. In fact, I was counting on it.

The rain was turning the dirt path through the forest to mud, and I slowed slightly, lest I lose my footing as it became increasingly slick. The wind picked up, and I felt the moment it brushed across my bare chest, pulling my nipples to tiny points as it quickly chilled the sensitive buds. I smiled as a small thrill poured into me. He loved when my body was responsive and ready before he even touched me, and I secretly enjoyed being turned on, even desperately frustrated, until it was time to play.

Alone in the darkness, I drank in the sights and sounds of the forest, hoping for a clue to my pursuer’s location. Frequent flashes of lightning gave me enough light to pick my path as they threw the trees into patterns of light and shadow. Raindrops on the leaves filled my surroundings with a drumming roar, drowning out any other sounds from my vicinity. I had started the game; now all I could do was keep moving.

Cold and alone, I kept up my pace, hoping to fight the chill in the air with some heat from my movement. Doubling back along a different path, I moved back towards the safety of the house. He would claim me either way, but there was pride in avoiding him until I made it home, and at least inside, my body would be warmer.

The mud squished between my toes as I ran, and I imagined for a moment having him push me down on my back and feeling the mud coating my body as he claimed me on this private forest path. Heat burst through me at the thought, sending rivulets of warm liquid rushing out between my legs as I continued my sprint. Rain pouring on my body carried the heat and wetness in streams down my legs, and I shuddered as I felt the cold water connect with the source of my heat.

I saw the light from the house ahead through the forest, and increased my pace. The proud part of me wanted to win at this game. But my darker side sincerely hoped I wouldn’t.

My adrenaline kicked into high gear as I started to pass the last row of trees, ready to put in one more burst of speed to carry me to the warmth and safety of home. But Chris had other plans. I saw the flash of movement far too late to dodge, and with a crash and a yelp, I found myself pressed face first against a large tree. The rough bark dug into my sensitive flesh, teasing at my hardened nipples and Maltepe Yabancı Escort leaving me moaning. He’d caught me, and now I would be claimed, in the wet and the darkness, by the light of the storm as it raged around us.

One of his large hands laced into my hair, holding it tightly as he pinned me mercilessly against the trunk. A moment later, his other hand was under my left leg, lifting and bending it, opening my holes to his use. The flash of lightning left him moaning, and I imagined the light reflecting off the sticky fluid dripping from my core, telling him how badly I needed this. As the thunder cracked behind the flash of light, I felt him fill me, pressing into my wetness, and groaning as he felt my heat envelop him.

“Cup your tits together so your nipples press harder into the tree. You decided to run, you’re going to feel everything that goes with getting claimed outside in a thunderstorm, my little slut.”

His voice was rough and dark, somehow audible over the noise of the storm. It was tinder to the smouldering heat that had been building inside me since I started the chase.

I followed his instructions, squeezing my soft flesh and pushing my hard nipples into the rough bark. His hand still held me captive by the hair, and his arm found purchase on my back, pressing my chest aggressively against the tree even as his other hand pulled my hip and open leg against him.

I groaned loudly as he thrust himself deep inside me, slamming repeatedly against the end of my tunnel. It hurt, but I thrived in the pain of this rough use, and he was more than happy to oblige my desires.

“Is this what you wanted, my naughty little minx? To be fucked hard, outside, while the storm rages around us?”

His question was punctuated by another loud crack of thunder, far closer than I expected. I jumped at the lightning, whimpering as the sudden movement only ground my already aching chest harder against the tree.

Pinning my leg against the tree with his own, I felt his hand crash down on my wet ass cheek as he continued to drive into me hard and fast, overwhelming my body with stimulation and need. Needing no encouragement, I dutifully counted as he spanked my cold flesh, wincing at the increased pain of each slap, magnified by the rain.

As I reached fifteen, the first tears started to flow, and I heard his answering growl. My pain was fuel for his desires, and I could feel his mood shift into the overwhelming need to fully dominate me. I needed a reminder of who was Alpha in this relationship, and I was going to get it.

Tearing himself free of my heat, he used the hand in my hair to spin me around before roughly pushing me to my knees. I didn’t need any further instruction. I knew what was expected.

Squeezing my breasts together, I looked up towards him longingly. It was dark, but the frequent lightning dancing through the clouds provided enough light to see. I watched as he slowly stroked himself, rubbing the slickness he’d taken from my body the full length of his shaft and wrapping it over the head before switching directions. As his eyes met mine, I could see his hunger and need, and it called to the parts of me that wanted nothing more than to serve him.

“I’m sorry I was a naughty submissive, Master. Please, claim me fully and remind me whose pleasure I serve.”

I watched as he continued to stroke himself slowly, his eyes holding me captive to his will. I didn’t dare move now. I knew better. We played this game often, but once I was caught, I was his, and I would be obedient. Maltepe Yeni Escort At least for now.

The minutes ticked slowly by, and I watched him, curious, wondering what he was waiting for. Usually by now he would have painted me with his seed, forcing me to sit as his offering dripped slowly down my face and chest. It had never been my favorite act, and yet in moments like this, it helped reinforce my relationship with him – my need to be not only dominated, but totally claimed. Sitting patiently, waiting for his seed to dry on my skin, or to drip off, left me aching for more from him, even as I burned with the shame of having to be reminded of my place.

Tonight, it seemed, he had a different plan. As the lightning flashed almost blindingly, I closed my eyes and somehow still could see the malevolent grin he had adopted just a moment prior. As I opened my eyes, sheepishly, fixing them on his gaze once more, I saw his dark and wicked desires swirling in his mind. The shudder that passed through me was only partly from the cold. I would pay for starting this game tonight. A much higher price than he had demanded before.

Leaning down, he started speaking in a low whisper, raising his voice as needed to be audible over the storm.

“You know if you want to play a game of cat and mouse, all you have to do is ask, my little prey. And yet you always seem to prefer darting away and leaving me to hunt you. You know I’ll always find you, but I think it’s time you learn how to ask nicely.”

I swallowed hard, fighting through the difficulty of doing so with my neck extended and my hair grasped tightly in his fist. There was no escape until he granted it now.

“Tell me you want to be chased, little mouse. Ask your Master nicely to play your game. And tell me what you want when I catch you.”

As I opened my mouth to speak, the storm picked up. The wind lashed my naked flesh with heavy rain, and I shivered as the cold set in a little more. I needed to answer quickly so he’d let me move. At least running I would warm up a little.

I raised my voice to a loud whimper as I replied to his request. “Please, Master, chase your little mouse. And when you catch me, please claim me like an animal – with teeth and claws and dominance.”

Putting his face close to my ear, he spoke in a low growl. “Run then, little mouse, but do it like an animal – on your hands and knees. I’ll give you a five count. If you make it to the house, I will carry you inside and lavish you with a hot bubble bath. If you don’t make it…”

I shivered again as his voice trailed off. I wouldn’t make it. I knew there was no chance. But I had to try. His need to chase me was as strong as my need to be chased.

My thoughts were interrupted as he suddenly released my hair, and I felt his hand crash down on my cold, wet skin, spurring me forward onto my hands on the muddy forest floor. The chase was on.

I crawled as fast as I could, feeling as the mud coated my knees and hands. Cold and slimy it splashed around me, slowing my movement and covering me in muck. I could feel the hot impression of his hand on my hip, still burning where he had struck – the one warm spot on my otherwise cool body.

I looked up, focusing on my goal. The house wasn’t far, and the thought of a hot bath spurred me to push a little harder as I scrambled across the uneven, squishy ground. It was getting closer, and I pushed myself. Just a few more feet and I’d be safe.

My dreams of warmth and silky scented bubbles were ripped away. With a roar, Maltepe Masaj Salonu my predator attacked, stopping me as I reached for the inviting porch. His hands clamped on my ankles, tugging my legs out from under my body.

With a squeak of surprise, I felt as my body fell flat into the cold muddy ground. It oozed against my skin, finding its way into every crevice. I placed my hands under my face, keeping my mouth and nose free from the mud, and held still, waiting for what I knew was coming.

Slowly, he crawled over my naked body, digging his hands into my skin as he moved higher towards his goal. His nails raked my flesh, and I let out a hiss at the burning pain of the scratch marks in my frigid back.

His mouth found my shoulder, and he bit down, leaving me whimpering as he staked his claim.

“You’re mine, you naughty little slut. And now I’m going to remind you of that.”

Pushing himself up off my back, his hands found the tender flesh of my ass, and he dug his nails in as he pulled the cheeks apart. It was the only warning I got before I felt the rain-slicked heat of him, pressing against my tiny rosebud.

He sunk in, hard and fast, sheathing himself completely in one strong thrust as I cried out at the sudden intrusion. His hands grabbed my hair and he arched my body back towards him, pressing in a little further before he started a punishing rhythm.

What started as burning pain faded to immense pleasure as he plunged in and out, forcing my little opening to stroke his full length, bringing him intense pleasure. He adjusted his angle, and I felt my clit rub against the squishy ground. Heat flooded my center, and I felt my body climbing towards release.

I moaned loudly, audible, I was sure, even over the raging storm. His hand released my cheek, and crashed down 5 times in quick succession. The pain momentarily halted my climb, before pushing me even closer to my release.

“Please Master. I’m so close. Please let your naughty little slut cum for you.”

“No.”

The single word was almost lost by a bang of thunder, accompanying a bright flash. My orgasm hovered right on the edge, almost painful with need, but without his permission I would hold it. I could no longer find my release without his spoken blessing, and he loved making me wait for it.

He groaned then, hot cum splashing inside my back passage, and tormenting me as his completion drove my own need even higher. He pulled out with a slimy sounding pop, using his hands to flip me quickly so my ass was now in the mud. Straddling me, he placed both hands in my hair, lifting my head towards him as he lined his softening tool up with my lips. I opened, dutifully, licking and sucking the musky combination of my flavor and his seed, until his skin felt and tasted clean.

He sighed with pleasure, taking a moment to clench my hair in his fists as he thrust into my throat. He was only semi hard, so it wasn’t as deep as normal, though still enough to momentarily cut off my air. I gagged as he pulled himself free, a long chain of drool following him out of my mouth.

“I am not finished with you. You will learn tonight the consequences of trying to take control of the scene. And you will not orgasm tonight, though I plan to edge you repeatedly and mercilessly over the next several hours.”

A longing groan poured from my body, half whimper and half desperation. Heat and wetness flooded my core, mixing with the mud that coated my entrance as it flowed to the inside of my thighs.

He stood, lifting me effortlessly into his arms as he walked the remaining few steps to the house.

“First, my little slut, I’m going to clean the mud from your skin. Then the true fun begins.”

“Yes, Master.”

I cuddled into his chest, enjoying the warmth and safety for a moment before whatever he was planning next.

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“Rickiee, you may get dressed and go home. I no longer need you today.” Mistress Rebecca said in a serious tone.

“Is there something I did wrong, Mistress? I asked.

“No Rickiee, I am through with you today. You will return at 7:00 a.m. on Saturday morning.”

I looked at Mistress Rebecca. I was wondering why Saturday. I was about to ask …

“You will return with all of your lingerie items that need to be washed. You will wash them, separately … but at the same time, as mine. You will do all my laundry and fold them and care for all of my belongings with love. When you finish that, you will clean my house. That will all happen every Saturday, starting at 7:00 a.m. You understand, Rickiee?”

She continued. “If I choose to need you during the week, I will call you and you will immediately stop whatever you are doing and respond to my demand. Whatever it might be, whenever it might be. If you violate that, you will be dropped and never see me again. UNDERSTOOD?” she said firmly.

“Yes Mistress”

I dressed quickly and left. I did not see or hear her at all.

Saturday morning came and I gathered my panties and other silky items, put them in a bag … and ran next door. There was a sign on the door … it said:

“Rickiee let yourself in. You are to undress completely and then come immediately into the kitchen. Undress means, completely undress … no item of clothing to be on your body.”

I quickly undressed and carried my bag of laundry into the kitchen. As I entered, I was shocked by what was before me. Sitting at the table, was a girl … I know her name to be Carissa. She works as a checkout clerk at the supermarket that I use. She is a young, cute girl who I think is very sexy and cute. I always try to get into her line when I am shopping. I immediately took the bag of laundry and held it in front of my cock, which had hardened because of the note on the door and what was to come. I had no idea anything like this would be before me.

“Rickiee, this is Carissa. I know you know who she is, because I also know that you always go into her line at the supermarket. It’s funny … she knows it; everyone at the store knows it. You think you can do things that you do without anyone noticing your ways. Well, you can’t … rickiee” Mistress Rebecca giggled.

Carissa just sat there with a smile on her face … looking at me.

“Carissa has been coming to me for several months. She is the first one to tell me you wore panties and pads … she noticed the outlines. You always tried to flirt with her, so she alerted me about you. Figuring that you might be a good candidate for me. She was so right, wasn’t she, rickiee? This has been in the works for a good six months. After Carissa alerted me about you … I followed you for a long time … watching you in the store … watching your habits. I knew you would fit great into our plan.”

Our plan … what did she mean by that, I wondered to myself.

Carissa was dressed in her usual attire. She had on a tight pair of jeans with rips in the knee and a tank top. Her breasts are small but I did notice her hard nipples poking at the fabric. She had on a pair of sneakers with no socks. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she had her usual makeup on, which was always very alluring to me. She had on bright red lipstick, which I never noticed on her before.

She had a killer body. She was a bit short, but she was gorgeous. She had small slim hips, barely any breasts … a very pretty face. Her legs were thin. I have a thing for thin, young girls. She matched my desires perfectly. (Maybe it’s because I am also attracted to transvestites. I like a woman without womanly features. I don’t know.) She always had perfume on, and always got excited at the supermarket when I saw her and smelled her. I was always very turned on by her, but she was so many years younger than me …

I found out her full name, one day. I went online to the court system website and found that she had had a few arrests for underage drinking, harassment and other similar type of “problem child” violations. I knew she had a kid and never married the father, which I overheard in conversations she had when I was a customer at the store. In short, she was a kid with problems growing up, a real attitude and was struggling to survive, financially. I also learned from the website, that she had just turned 21 in August … two weeks ago.

“Ok, rickiee … let’s get your panties and lingerie in a wash container and mine in another one. Fine lingerie must be washed by hand. Carissa will teach you how to wash them properly and hang them up. Then she will teach you how to properly fold them and put them in the proper places. But for now, you will undress her and carefully dress her in her Domme’s uniform. She will instruct you how to properly dress as well.”

I separated the panties and other lingerie into two separate wash bins. Carissa approached me. She ran her fingernail down the center Maltepe Sınırsız Escort of my back and touched the crack between my ass cheeks. With her other hand, she took hold of my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. As she squeezed my cock, her fingers on her other hand played with my anus … I felt a fingertip gently enter it. I could smell her perfume. I felt my cock pulsate in her gentle hand. She gave it another squeeze in response to the swelling. “Mistress Rebecca, I can tell that rickiee is enjoying my presence.” Carissa said in a gentle voice.

“I am sure he is, Carissa … you must be careful to not provide him too much pleasure. Rickiee, you must never cum without permission from me or … Miss Carissa. Let’s refer to her as Miss Carissa. There can be only one Mistress in this house … and that is me. You WILL give Miss Carissa all the respect that you give me, but she is not your Mistress. Only I am your Mistress. Understood?” Mistress Rebecca sternly reminded me.

“Yes, Mistress Rebecca … you are my one and only Mistress.” I obediently responded.

“Rickiee, I want you to gently undress me and dress me in the latex outfit that Mistress Rebecca has provided for me to wear. You are not to touch any parts of me that are not necessary in undressing and dressing me. If you do, you will be punished. I know you lust for me. I always felt you undressing me with your eyes at the supermarket. It always made me quite uncomfortable, but Mistress Rebecca explained it all to me after I talked to her about you. I feared that you were a threat, that some night when I left work I would be approached by you. But now I realize you are just a harmless, pathetic pantyboy who dreams about being with someone like me, but could never achieve it.”

There I stood, naked … with my cock twitching. In front of me stood the object of my desires. But now, she and I were not on equal terms, but she was my Domme. I was to abide by her commands and do only as she allows. My head was swimming with erotic thoughts. I felt and smelled her closeness. I saw Mistress Rebecca standing to the side watching Miss Carissa and me. It was cold in the room and my nipples were hard … my feet were cold and my cock was hard. I could feel precum oozing from the tip.

“Rickiee, are you going to stand there and daydream or get to the task at hand?” Miss Carissa said with a faint chuckle in her voice.

I leaned over and began to untie her sneakers. I gently and lovingly removed her sneaker from her foot. Her feet were perfect. Small and shaped perfectly with pretty toes that were painted with red nail polish. I felt that they were slightly sweaty as I removed the sneakers. I untied the other sneaker and removed it the same way. I adored her feet. They were so pretty and so nicely groomed. I wanted to kiss them and lick them.

I reached up and unsnapped the snap on her jeans. My hands were slightly trembling. Here I was, taking the clothes off Carissa … the beautiful girl that worked at the supermarket. How many times had I fantasized about this? Undressing her … adoring her body. Worshipping her. My hands still trembled. Slowly I eased the zipper down. The space between her tank top and the top of her pants showed her tight, shapely abdomen. Unbelievable that she had given birth. There were no signs that she was ever pregnant.

As I unzippered her pants, her panties came into view. I could feel the heat of her body. The smell of her perfume intoxicated me. She had on a pair of pale pink nylon panties. They appeared to be g-strings. I carefully reached for the waistband of her jeans and started to ease the very tight jeans over her hips and down. My cock was throbbing and leaking. I was so electrically charged with eroticism. My hands were still shaking as the entire front of her panties came into view. I could see the swell of her pubic hair pushing at the material in the front of her panties. I could see some stray hairs peeking from the confines of her adorable panties. I became excited that she wasn’t the type to shave her pussy mound. My hands trembled almost uncontrollably.

I slid the pants completely down her thin legs and took one foot at a time in my hand to guide the pants off. I took her jeans and folded them nicely and put them on the chair next to us. The most gorgeous girl in the world was standing before me, and I was undressing her.

“Leave her panties on right now, rickiee.” barked Mistress Rebecca.

“Remove my tank top, now, rickiee.” instructed Miss Carissa.

I stood and reached for the bottom of her top. I slowly raised it up and over her head, being careful not to disturb her tightly pulled hair. She did not wear a bra, and her tiny tits with hard nipples came into view. I could feel my pulse quicken and my hands continued to shake. My head was swimming.

The first thought that came into my mind was … that I wished I could masturbate. Pretty pathetic, huh … here is a beautiful young girl … the object Maltepe Suriyeli Escort of my fantasies … and I was thinking I wish I could masturbate. I guess that’s because … that all I ever did … masturbated fantasizing about girls.

This magnificently sexy beautiful girl stood before me in sheer panties. I could see the hair of her pubic mound beneath the sheer fabric of her panties. The dark brown hair was adorable framed by her sexy little panties.

“Shall we allow rickiee to remove your panties, Carissa? inquired Mistress Rebecca.

“Shall we allow him to see your full beautiful pubic mound? Let him dream about what is beneath it? Carissa, darling … rickiee has a thing for panties and hairy pubic mounds.” Mistress Rebecca said in a demeaning manner.

Miss Carissa giggled.

I reached up and gently grabbed the waistband of her panties. I slowly pulled them down, as the top of her lush pubic mound sprung from the top of the panties. I continued to pull the down, as the lips of her pussy let go of the final material of her panties as I slowly slid them down her legs and off her gorgeous feet.

Oh my fucking god. She was even more beautiful than I had ever fantasized about.

“Stand up, rickiee” Miss Carissa ordered.

I stood up. She walked around me and let her hip, accidentally on purpose, brush against mine. She stood behind me and ran her fingertips down my back again. I got goose bumps all over my body. Her fingers trailed into the crack in my ass again and then reached beneath them and fondled my testicles. She reached around and felt my hard cock.

“Mistress Rebecca, he is leaking. Precum is oozing from his disgusting little cock.” she giggled and said loudly to Mistress Rebecca.

“I know, dear. What do you expect from a little girlie-boy like rickiee. He wishes he had a pussy. He wears panties and sanitary pads. He is a little worm of a boy, standing with a beautiful girl … who he wishes he could have.” Mistress Rebecca laughed.

“As if he would ever have a chance with a woman. The only chance he will ever have will be to serve a woman and become a woman. I bet his first thought when he had undressed you … was to masturbate. That’s what boys like rickiee do … they fantasize … watch porn and masturbate.

“Rickiee, how many times did you fantasize about me and masturbate?” inquired Miss Carissa.

I didn’t answer. I turned beet red. She slapped my ass cheeks hard.

“I asked you a question, rickiee. I expect an honest answer.”

“Miss Carissa … uhm … well … uhhh “

“Spit it out, rickiee” she spanked me again.

“Well, an awful lot of times, Miss Carissa. There were many times I soiled my panties, dreaming and fantasizing about you.” I managed to utter.

“Do you want to masturbate now, rickiee?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss Carissa … I surely do.”

“Well that’s too fucking bad … cause I am not going to willingly be some fucking wet dream come for you.” she giggled.

Mistress Rebecca looked on in a very approving manner.

“Now, pick up the latex outfit and start to put it on me, rickiee. And be very careful not to hurt me or pinch my skin when you do.” she ordered.

I picked up the shiny black outfit. It consisted of tight latex shorts with an accompanying latex skirt, a latex top and latex stockings. I didn’t see any shoes or anything else. Carefully I lifted each foot and put them inside the shorts … making sure I didn’t bend her toes. I started to slide the tight garment up. It was very tight and I had to keep moving from side to side … slithering it up her legs and into place. My face was inches from her beautiful pubic bush as it disappeared out of view and into the tight confines of the latex shorts. When I pulled them in place, the cleft of her pussy lips could be seen as it bulged on both sides of the shorts. I wanted to masturbate so badly. I felt the precum oozing from my cock.

I noticed that the shorts had a zipper that went from the front to the back. It enabled the crotch to be opened in the shorts. I tried to imagine what that would be used for and how it would look. I stood to put the top on and gently pulled it over her head. I must have pulled her hair as I tried to put it on. She kneed me in my balls. I doubled over in pain.

“I told you not to hurt me when you dressed me, you stupid idiot. You pulled my hair and that will not be acceptable.” she screamed at me.

“I am so very sorry, Miss Carissa. Please forgive me.”

I got no response. I pulled the top on carefully and over her little breasts. I could see the outline of her hard nipples though it as I pulled it gently into place. It didn’t go far enough down to cover her midriff and it looked so beautiful. Black shiny latex interrupted by white soft taut flesh.

“Hurry up and get my stocking on, you little dripping worm” she ordered.

I slid the latex stockings over her toes and pulled them into place and up Maltepe İranlı Escort her legs. They fit so tightly … and the enhanced the beauty of her sexy legs. Mistress Rebecca brought over a pair of thigh high leather boots for me to put on her. I slid them on, carefully and zipped them into place.

“Get up little pantyboy” barked Miss Carissa.

I stood. Miss Carissa picked up a black latex item. I had never seen anything like it before. She held it up and studied it. It looked like latex panties, but I had a sheath in front with a tube connected to it. She looked inside them and I saw a protruding rubber type thing inside.

Mistress Rebecca started to explain them to Miss Carissa.

“Carissa darling, you slide those panties on to rickiee and fit his cock into that rubber sheath. Before you pull them completely up, you must fit that butt plug into his anus. After you pull the panties into place, you can pump up the butt plug so it stays firmly in place. The butt plug is hollow and the tube that connects the penis sheath is connected to the butt plug. He can piss into his own bowels with it, which I am sure he will do … willingly or not … before we are done with him.

Miss Carissa squealed with delight. “He can piss into his own ass, Mistress Rebecca.” she giggled. Oh my god … that is SOOOO exciting.” she again squealed.

Miss Carissa took a tube of KY jelly and squeezed it onto the butt plug and onto her finger. She worked her finger into my anus and then thrusted the plug in. I let out a moan from the pain.

“Shut up you fucking worm pantyboy!” Miss Carissa ordered.

She pulled everything up in place. I could feel the rubber butt plug begin to expand in my asshole. She was pumping it up with the attached pump. Tighter and tighter it got in my asshole until I thought it would rip me apart.

“Not too tight, Carissa.” warned Mistress Rebecca.

Miss Carissa stopped pumping the butt plug. I felt it pressing against my prostate and I could feel the precum oozing from my cock into the sheath.

“All this talk of pee, Mistress Rebecca … makes me need to pee.” Miss Carissa exclaimed.

“Why don’t you pee into his mouth?” Mistress Rebecca suggested.

“Can I, Mistress Rebecca.” Miss Carissa inquired.

“Not only can you, but you must. I am ordering you to squirt your hot piss into rickiees mouth.”

“Rickiee, you unzip Miss Cariss’s latex panties so she can piss in your mouth. You will drink all of her piss and not let any of the special nectar escape your lips. If you do, you will be severely punished.”

I unzipped her panties and opened up the crotch.

“Rickiee, you will kiss Miss Carissa’s pussy and ask her to please piss in your mouth. To use your mouth as her toilet. When she is done, you will clean her, entirely, with your tongue and mouth.”

I kneeled down and kissed the furry pussy of Miss Carissa. I could smell the musk of her sex and it aroused me. My cock hardened in its latex sheath.

“Miss Carissa, Ma’am … will you please honor me by depositing your piss nectar into my awaiting toilet mouth, please … Miss Carissa … Ma’am?” I begged.

“Yes, rickiee … my little sissy pantyboy … I will piss in your mouth. I will bestow the honor upon you to deposit my hot salty womanly piss into your toilet mouth receptacle. Lay down on the floor so I can straddle your toilet mouth.” she ordered.

I laid down on the floor on my back. She approached me and knelt down with her thighs on both sides of my neck. I could see her pussy lips become visible as she spread her legs. She was wet … I couldn’t be sure if it was from excitement or just sweat from the latex … or maybe both. As she moved her pelvis forward … I could smell he pussy. It was a combination of piss, sweat and perfume. It was HEAVENLY.

She brought her pussy close to my mouth. What seemed like forever went by and then I felt the first stream of hot piss enter my opened mouth. It was very hot and very salty. She stopped, momentarily. The stream of piss started again … this time it was with a lot more force. I gulped to prevent it from overflowing my mouth. I was successful and forced her piss down my throat. I though she would never stop, but I kept on gulping down her hot offering.

She stopped pissing and lifted her crotch from my mouth. She then pissed a hard stream onto my face, laughing the whole time.

“I couldn’t resist soaking his face with my hot piss, Mistress Rebecca. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Mind, I adore it … sweet, sweet, little Carissa.” Mistress Rebecca replied.

With that, Mistress Rebecca pulled down her own panties and straddled my face from the other direction. She let a stream of her hot piss soak my face as well. She pissed and pissed all over my face and some of it hit Miss Carissa’s pussy.

“I guess pantyboy rickiee will have a lot to clean up now.” Mistress Rebecca laughed.

She continued to piss and Miss Carissa found more piss to release on my face. My eyes were stinging from the salty hot piss and my hair was soaked. There were two gorgeous pussy’s over my face that I would have to clean with my mouth and tongue when the finished. I wondered what the punishment was. I was in heaven.

Miss Carissa lowered her pussy to my mouth.

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I had known that this night was going to happen for a while. Master had been talking about it for a while, and I was worried. He was having some friends over and he fully expected me to serve all of them. And I mean serve in the fullest sense of the word.

He’d carefully chosen my attire; a brief mini skirt and a low cut blouse. The blouse was so small and tight that my full breasts were barely contained, and you could see the brown of my areolas through the white cotton. I had on very high heels, and nothing else, and if I’d bent over, you’d have caught a glance of my smooth pussy. He’d supervised me as I’d applied my makeup, so that when it was complete I looked like the slut I was.

When the doorbell rang I jumped, moved as if to hide in the kitchen.

“Tessia!” Master growled, and his large hand reached out and grabbed my tiny wrist, halting my progress.

Tremulously, I lifted my face to his, and cringed at the stern look in his dark eyes. Sighing in defeat, I walked to the front door, my eyes to the hardwood floor as befitting my station. Opening the door, I took the coats of the men who were standing there. I jerked in protest when one of them reached out and casually tweaked my nipple. Master cleared his throat warningly, and I forced myself to hold still as his hands fondled my breast. Another man slid up behind me, his hand slipping smoothly under my skirt, and sliding along the crack of my ass.

Shivering, I looked to my master, and I could feel reassurance pouring from him. I relaxed, knowing that he was in control and that I was pleasing him. My eyes still glued to him, I could feel my nipples began to tighten, and my pussy grew moist under their rough ministrations, and I moaned softly.

“Why don’t we move this into the comfort of the living room?” Master Maltepe Türbanlı Escort abruptly suggested. “Believe me, you’ll all have plenty of time with Tessia.”

Reluctantly the men released me, and we all trailed into the living room. Master had moved the furniture against one wall. Against the opposite wall, laying on the floor, was a set of shackles. A short chain attached them so that while in them I would be unable to rise to my feet. Standing against the wall, where they could all see me, I slowly shimmied out of my clothing, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, and yes excitement.

It was very arousing to know that all these men wanted me, that I was making their cocks hard.

Master came over, and lifted my breasts, showing off their weight and size, almost as if I was cattle, or a slave on the block to be sold. His thumb brushed over one painfully tight tip, and I bit back a moan. Then Master put a firm hand on my shoulder and pushed me to the ground, carefully locked the shackles around my ankles and wrists, being careful not to cut off the circulation to my hands and feet. Then he attached one end of a leash to my collar, and the other to a hook in the wall.

I knew from previous sessions that I wasn’t going anywhere. Picking up my blindfold from the table, he wrapped it around my face so that I couldn’t see anything.

I could hear the men getting up from the couch and moving toward me, so I knew that Master had signaled that it was time for the fun to begin. I jumped skittishly at the first lewd touch to my bottom, but wasn’t able to go far with my leash so tight.

I could feel Masters reassuringly stroke my back, and I settled down, knowing he was there, watching. A different set of hands came out and touched my breasts, fingering Maltepe Otele Gelen Escort the tightening nipples, and a groan ripped its way from my throat.

“Nice little slut you have here.” the man playing with my breasts said to my master. The man caressing my bottom slid his hands down the crease of my ass, a finger slipping in my oozing pussy.

“Quite the slut.” he agreed with the first man. I moaned as his finger slid deep in me, and then gasped at the feel of a cock at my mouth.

Eagerly I sucked it deep in my mouth, my tongue coming out to carress the tip, and the third man groaned.

“What a great cock sucker.”

“I’m sure that we can make better use of her.” Master said. “Tessia!” he barked out. “Climb on top of Jim.”

The man I was sucking abruptly pulled himself from my mouth, and started tugging me over him. As best as I was able, I maneuvered myself over him so that my hungry pussy was waiting over his hard cock. With a groan I pushed my hips down, taking him deep inside me. Panting, I left myself there, enjoying the feel of a hot hard cock inside me. Then I felt another slick cock pushing at my ass, and I jerked, whimpering in uncertainty.

Master ran his hand over my bottom threateningly, and I forced myself to hold still. I was not an anal virgin, but I’d never had a cock in my pussy and in my ass. I whimpered out as his huge cock broke through the tight muscles that guarded my ass, and then groaned as he slid deep inside of me. The two men began moving, and I cried out, moving my hips urgently, reaching for the orgasm that was looming in the distance.

“Don’t you dare cum!” Master warned me, “Not until every man here has gotten off.”

Panting, I tried desperately to hold off my orgasm. The third man, Maltepe Ucuz Escort who I’d forgotten all about, pushed his cock insistently against my mouth. Eager for something to take my mind off of the men moving inside me, I sucked him into my mouth, moving my head up and down his long pole, doing my best to bring him off. I desperately needed to succumb to the heat in my body.

I could feel the man under me stiffen, and his hot cum hitting my cervix. Not long afterward the man moving feverishly in my ass also came. The feel of his hot cum splashing in my bowels, pushed me over the edge, and I screamed, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

Frantically, I brought my hand up to the cock that had just slipped out of my mouth, and held on, trying to get him off, even as my body shuddered with after effects of my orgasm. I was rewarded by the hot feeling of his cum hitting my face, and sliding down my breasts. We lay there in a heap for a while, until I heard Masters voice.

“I saw that, Tessia, and we’ll discuss your punishment after they leave, but for now, I think you should thank them all nicely for fucking you, and go get them something to clean themselves with.”

Carefully we detangled ourselves, and on my hands and knees I thanked them. Master released one end of my leash, and took off my blindfold so that I could see to crawl into the kitchen. There was a bag of wet wipes there that had been left for this reason. Picking it up in my mouth, I carried it back into the living room.

“Anytime you feel the need you may come over here. Tessia’s pussy will always be free for your use.” Master was saying, and I cringed at being the personal slut to all these men, even as my pussy shuddered at the thought, “But for now, the slut and I need to spend some time discussing her disobedience.”

Master reattached me to the wall, then reached out and placed his favorite whip threateningly on the carpet next to me, before turning to walk his guests to the door. My eyes glued to the whip, I shivered in fear and anticipation. It was going to be one long night.

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After the Saturday afternoon romp things settled down for a bit. Matt let Jennifer know that he didn’t want a repeat of that afternoon where she asked him to bring home his friend so that she and her girlfriends would have another cock. Matt felt it was going to make things uncomfortable if they did that with people they were too close to. He was much more comfortable with it being somebody outside their circle of friends. In fact, they discussed going outside of their city. Jen, meanwhile, was becoming enamored with cream pies. She also found that she loved having sex with her friend Suzy and her sub Jo. She loved pussy and the addition of a man’s cum made it very interesting for her. She couldn’t wait to do it again, but it was a couple of weeks of busy time at work and with family events before she could arrange it again.

It was almost Christmas now, the cold winds of December chilling everyone. Jen wanted to go out one Saturday to a bar in the next town that she knew had live music. Matt and Jen had been there before, and it was usually pretty good. Matt agreed and when that Saturday arrived, they got moderately dressed up to go out. Jen was wearing a nice skirt, not too short, but still accentuating those lovely legs and nice, firm ass. Her blouse was silky and not very tight, so it didn’t provide much in the way of cleavage or glimpse of her upper body. It was actually fairly conservative compared to her recent choices in clothing. Matt just wore nice Dockers, a dress shirt and a jacket rather than a coat.

When they arrived at the bar, Matt knew something else was up because Jo was there waiting and immediately came over to greet them. She was wearing a very short skirt and a low cut blouse. At 5′ 1″ and maybe only 105 pounds, she was a cute, tiny, slip of a woman, but she could exude sex whenever she turned it on.

“Hey, Matt… Mistress.” She lowered her voice for the last part, not deeming to make their relationship known to the entire bar. “I have a table over in the corner like you requested.”

Matt looked at Jen and she explained. “I had Jo arrive here a couple of hours ago to hold a good table.”

The three made their way thru the bar. The bar had a single row of booths for eating on one side of a u-shaped bar. The other side was much larger and had a small dance floor, small platform for the band, and several rows of tables around the dance floor with the ones along the wall being booths that ran all the way back around the outside of the bar. They approached the table and Matt could see that it was the last booth; back in a corner, kind of out of the way. He looked back and could see the rest of the bar, but whoever sat facing away from the bar in the booth, could not see or be seen. They sat down, Matt wanting to be on the far side, looking back at the bar. The two women squeezed in next to him, leaving the hidden side of the booth empty. Everyone wanted to see what was going on as the bar filled up and got ready for the band to start.

The waitress came by and everyone ordered drinks. Once the drinks came, Jen grabbed Jo by the hand and started away from the table. “Be back in a little while, honey. We’re going to the ladies and then check out the rest of the bar.”

Matt sat there, nursing his dark beer. He saw them make their way to the bar. They stopped to talk to some folks and he was curious as to what was happening, but continued to sit there. He lost sight of them for a while and then after about 30 minutes they came back to sit down. They were laughing and giggling. They had no sooner arrived back at the table when a couple came up behind them. Before Matt could do or say anything, Jen was introducing them.

“Matt, this is Jerry and Bonnie. We met Bonnie in the ladies room and hit it off, so we invited them back to the table.” Jerry was an okay looking guy, probably in his thirties, average height, average build, nothing distinguishable. Bonnie was about 5′ 5″ tall, with auburn hair, very obvious cleavage showing with a push-up bra and v-neck sweater, and jeans so tight it was a miracle she could get into them.

Matt said hello and they sat down. The waitress came over and took more drink orders.

Bonnie looked at him in a funny way, but Matt couldn’t place it. Finally she looked at Jen. “Jen, are you sure about this?”

Jen smiled. “Just a second.” She leaned over toward Matt and talked low enough to be masked by the club noise. “Honey, this couple swings and I want to swing with them. That means that Jerry wants to fuck me and I want to fuck him. That also means that you and Bonnie can fuck. Jo, of course, will join in. Are you feeling up to seeing me fuck another man? You know I love you and won’t do it unless we both agree on it, so tell me what you want to do.”

Matt looked into her eyes. “I love you, Jen. I think I can handle it.”

Jen smiled and leaned back. She looked at Bonnie. “Go for it, girl.”

Matt looked back and forth between them. “Go for what?”

Jen laughed. “Just sit there and try to Maltepe Fetiş Escort relax, honey. I have a surprise for you.”

Then Bonnie slid under the tablecloth and Matt’s eyes widened as he felt her slide between his legs. He pushed the tablecloth back so that he could see under it. She came up between his legs and reached for his zipper.

“Here… in the club?” Matt said.

Bonnie started working his zipper down. Jen spoke. “We met Bonnie in the ladies room and she and Jerry like to play around. I invited them over so that we could all get acquainted. Right now she is going to blow you and Jo is going to blow Jerry. That okay?”

Matt looked down as Bonnie shoved her hand into his pants and pulled out his dick. “Uh, yeah.” He just stared as she started licking his dick.

He looked up at Jerry. Jerry smiled. “She’s really a good cock-sucker. She likes doing multiple guys, too. Once she did 6 in an adult bookstore. She loved it.”

Matt just stared and then closed his eyes as her hot mouth closed over his now completely erect dick.

Bonnie looked up at him. “Yum! You have a very tasty, suckable dick.”

Matt groaned and looked up at everything that was going on around them, nobody knowing that a hot woman was sucking his dick under the table. Then he saw Jo go and sit next to Matt. Since he was in the part of the booth hidden from the club, she just leaned over into his lap and started sucking. Apparently, he already had his dick out. Matt then looked back down at Bonnie. Her wavy, auburn hair was swishing back and forth as she sucked his dick. She looked up to see he was watching and slowly came off his dick. She looked directly up at him as she started at the bottom, as close to his balls she could get thru his zipper, and then licked all the way up over the head. She did it slowly and teasingly. When she got to the top she teased the underside of the head for a few licks and then sucked his entire dick back into her mouth. Damn! She was good! She continued to suck and slurp and Matt knew he wouldn’t last long. He looked over at Jerry and he had his eyes closed, his head back against the cushion, and his hand on top of Jo’s head as he fucked her face. She was bouncing up and down pretty quickly and Matt could see that Jerry wasn’t going to last long either. Suddenly, he felt Jen move next to him in the booth. She grabbed Bonnie’s head, pushing up and down on her.

“C’mon bitch, suck my husband’s dick! He needs to cum once before he takes you back to the hotel and fucks your hot little ass.” She turned to Matt and kissed him hard on the mouth. “C’mon honey, give this woman what she wants. She wants you to fuck her face and shoot your hot cum down her throat. She loves having a belly full of cum.”

Matt was already hot and ready to cum when his wife started talking like that. Then when she kissed him and sucked on his tongue, he erupted into Bonnie’s mouth, sending several large spurts of cum into her mouth as she swallowed. He moaned into his wife’s mouth as she would not stop kissing him during his orgasm. He jerked and jerked under Bonnie’s fierce assault. Finally, he finished and relaxed and Jen could feel it. She released the kiss and looked at him.

“Mmmmm. That was amazing. I could feel the tension building and then when you had your orgasm and kept moaning into my mouth, it fucking turned me on. That was great, hon.”

Bonnie looked up at the two of them. “Yes, it was. I love that first taste of a new guy’s cum.” She then started backing out from under the table.

Matt watched her disappear and then looked at Jen. “Wow! That was so fucking hot. I loved it when we were kissing as I came. Fantastic!”

Jen smiled. “Yes, I would love for you to do that to me when I cum for somebody else. It feels wild!”

Matt smiled. “We’ll see.” He looked over at Jerry. Jerry was zipping up his pants and Jo was wiping her mouth. They had finished as well.

Jen suddenly looked away and then back at the entire table. “Be back in a couple.”

Jerry was discussing something with Jo and Matt was just watching the band when his wife came back. “Okay, everyone. Let’s go. I have everything set up.” Matt looked up at her questioningly. “I have it under control, hon. Just trust me.” Matt nodded.

They all headed outside where the wind was pretty brisk as the temperature dropped. Jen turned to them. “Okay. I have a reservation at the hotel on the other corner. Matt, you go with Jerry and pick up some drinks. Bonnie can come with me, Jo you follow in your car.”

The groups split up and headed their separate ways.

Matt and Jerry started talking about this in the car. Matt was pretty new to it, but Jerry and Bonnie had obviously been doing it for a couple of years.

“Do you ever feel jealous?” Matt was asking Jerry.

“Well, I have to admit that at first there was some of that. Eventually, I came to realize that when we did it with couples that we didn’t know very well and we did it together, Maltepe Gecelik Escort that it was just sex. We never go behind each other’s back. I realized while watching her that Bonnie was just having sex, which she enjoys tremendously. She was always going to go home with me. She loves me and I love her and we trust each other. She also had a pretty submissive side that comes out when someone demanding takes charge. She loves being ordered around.”

Matt smiled at that and didn’t mention Jen’s predilection towards domination. “I’m still pretty new to this.” Matt explained. “I hope I can accept it, because once it’s out of the bottle, you can’t put it back.”

They found a store where they could get some beer and wine, but didn’t see a liquor store, so headed back with just that. When they were approaching the hotel, Matt called Jen. “We’re almost there, what hotel room are we in?”

“428.” Jen answered and then added teasingly before just hanging up. “Don’t take too long!”

Matt stared at the phone and then passed the information to Jerry. “Room 428.”

They parked and got out and found the room with no difficulty. They knocked on the door and a naked Jo answered. She gave a wave of her hand to usher us into the room. “This way, gentlemen.”

When they entered they were greeted by quite a view. Bonnie was bent over face down on the bed, her hands handcuffed and pulled up over her head in front of her. Her legs were being held by a spreader bar at the ankles and her feet were on the floor. She was naked and Jen was standing behind her, also naked, with a ping pong paddle. She looked up at smiled.

“Hey, guys. It appears that Bonnie has quite the submissive side, so we’re going to play with her a little. Right now, she needs to be disciplined because she was a bad girl on the way over and kept playing with her wet pussy in my car without permission.” The two men stared for a second. Then Jen continued. “Jo, undress the men.” Jo came over and started undressing Matt and Jerry. She had their clothes off in no time. During this time, Jen just kept lightly stroking Bonnie’s ass. Her ass was raised enough that her asshole and pussy were on display as soon as they moved around behind her to watch. Jen then started her treatment. “Jo, get in front of her, hold her hands and put her face in your pussy.” Jo scrambled to obey. Jo tapped Bonnie lightly on the ass with the paddle to get her attention. “Hey, bitch, you’d better pay attention, you got that?” Bonnie shook her head yes without speaking. Jo was already trying to get Bonnie’s face into her crotch. “I want you to eat Jo’s pussy until she cums in your mouth. While you are doing that, I’m going to teach you a lesson about stroking your wet pussy in my car without permission. You got that?” Bonnie shook her head yes while trying not to lose contact with Jo’s pussy. Jo was smiling and loving the attention.

Whap! The ping pong paddle, being a nice flat surface, made a loud whap as it struck Bonnie’s ass. Bonnie yelped as much as possible into Jo’s pussy. Matt felt his dick getting as hard as it had been in a while. He looked over at Jerry and noticed that his dick was very hard, too. Not only that, but he appeared to be completely shaved. Matt only kept his well trimmed. Whap! Whap! Jen smacked Bonnie’s ass a couple more times. Each time brought a yelp from Bonnie that was muffled by her muff-diving. Jo just smiled and moaned. Whap! Whap! Jen smacked her two more times. “I think 5 are enough since it was such a small infraction.”

Jen stopped and looked at Jerry with a smile. He was standing closest to her and she reached out and grabbed his dick. Matt watched closely. “Bonnie also tells me that she does some things to you that are very interesting. Evidently, you two both like to play at being submissive and, in fact, you both prefer to be the sub.” Jerry stared and started to say something, but Jen interrupted him. “Wait! Do not speak unless I tell you to speak, understand!” She waved the ping pong paddle at him. Jerry just nodded. “Go over and put on Bonnie’s panties, go to the other side of the bed, and bend over it.”

Matt stared at Jen, but then watched as Jerry went over and did as he was told. He put on Bonnie’s small panties and tried to tuck his erection into them, with not much luck. Then he bent over the bed so that his ass was up in the air… just like his wife’s.

In the meantime, Jo was moaning and evidently Bonnie was doing her job as she came strongly and fell back to the side to lie against the headboard of the bed. Bonnie turned and put her head down on the bed, looking directly at her husband, with her face covered in Jo’s pussy juices.

Jen looked over at Matt. “Interesting couple. They both like to play at being dominated and I’m going to have fun with these two. Why don’t you fuck our little friend Bonnie here for a few minutes while I get started with Jerry.”

Matt moved over behind Bonnie and ran his hands over her ass. Her ass was firm and solid Maltepe Genç Escort to the touch. He ran his right hand down into her crotch and thru her slit. It was absolutely soaking. She was apparently very turned on. He continued to stroke her ass and then ran his hands up over her back and down under her torso to feel her tits. They were nice and full. Finally, Matt stepped forward and positioned his dick at the entrance to her cunt. He grabbed her by her hips and pushed forward forcefully. His dick slid in easily until his hips smacked against her ass, jiggling it a little. She moaned. He was about to start thrusting when he looked up and saw Jen was now behind Jerry and was wearing a strap on dildo. When the hell and where did she get all these toys? He stayed still, his dick buried in Bonnie’s tight, hot cunt and watched as Jen talked to Jerry.

“Hey, Jer. Bonnie tells me that you like for her to fuck you. That right?” Jerry was laying with his face on the bed turned toward Bonnie’s. They stared at each other for a minute and it was obvious that there was some kind of non-verbal communication going on there. Jerry finally nodded slightly. Just as he was nodding, Jen smacked his ass strongly with her bare hand. “Hey! Pay attention and answer promptly! That was an easy question. The next time it will be with the paddle.” Jen moved forward and grasped the panties that Jerry was wearing. “Now, let’s take your girlie panties down so that I can see this cute little rosebud that I’m going to be fucking.” Jen slowly lowered the panties to his ankles and then picked up his feet one at a time to free them. It wasn’t easy, either. His dick was caught in the panties and she had to reach up under him and unhook the waistband from his dick. “Hmmm. Look at that. These panties are a mess now. Bonnie soaked the crotch with her little girly juices and now Jerry has stained the front with his nasty pre-cum.” She picked them up and leaned over the bed. She put them in front of Bonnie’s face. “Open up, sweetie. I want you to suck on these while my husband fucks your little cunt.” Bonnie did so.

Jen leaned forward and started running her hands over Jerry’s ass and suddenly let out a large laugh. “Well, will you look at that. Jerry not only likes to be fucked in the ass, but he apparently likes to be very clean because he’s been completely waxed. His dick, balls, and ass are devoid of hair.” She turned to Jo. “Jo, come here and feel how smooth this is.” Jo got up and checked it out, running her hands over his ass and down under to cup his balls and dick. “Maybe you should have this done, honey.” She looked at Matt.

“No, I don’t think so.” Matt stared at her. He kept himself trimmed, but shaving or waxing was not something he wanted to get into. Especially his ass!

“You should come over and feel how smooth is ass and balls are. They are fantastic!”

Matt stared at her. “No, thanks. I’ll take your word for it.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot. Still a little too homophobic to feel another man’s junk, eh?”

Matt smiled. She knew. “I’d rather be feeling and fucking a nice… juicy… cunt!” He punctuated each word with a thrust into Bonnie. For her part, she moaned around the panties that were stuffed into her mouth.

Jen finally seemed to decide what she wanted when she snapped her fingers. “Got it! Okay, honey, flip that slut over onto her back and keep fucking her.” She waited while Matt pulled his dick out of Bonnie and helped her turn over onto her back. He removed the spreader bar and then pushed her legs up and onto his shoulders. He reached down and lined his dick up with her pussy. Jen saw how coated his dick was with wetness. “Damn, that slut must be wet. Your entire crotch looks soaked.”

“Mmmm. She’s wet and very hot.” Matt stated as he lined his dick up with her hole and plunged back in. She moaned around the panties still stuck in her mouth.

Jen smacked Jerry on the ass. “Okay, bitch. Get up on the bed facing the headboard and put your crotch right over your slutty wife’s face.” Jerry clambored up into position. “Head on the bed!” Jen pushed on his head and he lowered himself so that his face was on the bed and his ass stuck up into the air. It put his dick at balls right into Bonnie’s face, but with her mouth stuffed full of panties, there was nothing she could to but stare at his junk as it rubbed over her face. Jen climbed up on the bed behind Jerry. She looked at his ass and then leaned over and licked his balls and his asshole. “Mmmm. I could get used to hairless balls. They’re yummy!” She leaned back and looked at Jo who was still standing by the side of the bed. “Grab the lube and get his ass and my dick ready.”

Jo went into the bag of tricks that Jen had brought and came back with a tube of lube. She put some on the strap on that Jen was wearing and then dribbled some on Jerry’s ass. She worked it into Jerry’s ass, pushing two fingers easily into his asshole. He moaned.

Finally, Jen lined the dildo up with Jerry’s ass and slowly started working it in. Matt gaped at the view he had of her starting to fuck Jerry’s ass. The dildo slowly penetrated and he groaned, but pushed back against the dildo. Jen smiled at him mischievously. Matt was not fucking Bonnie very hard because he was so shocked and enthralled with the scene in front of him.

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Warning: This is a story about a large 21 year old dominant woman, her 18 year old BBW sister, and a meek 48 year old man. If this doesn’t appeal to you, please don’t read it. This is a continuation of The BBW Goddess.

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It was all I could do to try and keep my mind on my work the following day, after Lori totally controlled me with her superior strength, huge buttocks and moist vagina. The scents from her body were still firmly ingrained into my mind, and I could not resist sneaking peaks at my gorgeous 6 foot, 345 pound coworker. Yes, at 21 years old, she was young enough to be my daughter, though even though I was 48, and should be the one in control, she had the upper hand, and I was under her total control.

Knowing that she could crush my 5’8″ 200 pound body with ease, made my palms and armpits sweat, and kept me in a state of constant tension around her, but the fear only added to admiration and lust I was feeling for this superior young woman.

She was wearing a yellow sun dress today, with thin straps and a deep scoop neck showing off the massive ravine of her cleavage. The shirt stopped about six inches above her knees, providing me a clear view of her tanned tree-trunk thighs and calves. Her thick powerful arms and shoulders were bare tantalizing me with the soft womanly flesh.

Lori swiveled her chair and large frame and stood up and headed toward my cubicle. I quickly averted my glance at her and stared at my monitor as I held my breath, hoping that I was in her good graces and had not done anything to piss her off.

She plunked down a large stack of invoices on my work surface, then towered over me, with her hands on her hips.

“The boss wants those paid by noon, and I have to go to the mall this morning. I want them done by the time I return.”

Thinking of my own work, I panicked and said, “Please Lori, I can’t. I have….” My words were cut short by Lori’s lightening move to grab my balls and twist them roughly causing me to cry out in pain.”

“Oh my God! Oh Please. Please Lori. Stop. You’re hurting me!!”

“Are you going to pay those invoices?”

I was in agony as she kneaded and twisted my aching sack in her powerful large hand.

I nearly screamed, “Yes! Yes. Please let go!”

After one final squeeze she released me, and returning to her cube adding, “And I want you to listen for my phone and cover for me. I should be back in two or three hours. I watched her huge buttocks jiggle as she grabbed her purse and headed out the door and wondered once again why I was putting up with the abuse from this young woman. Part of me wanted to stand up to her, but I also knew that I was powerless and she was far superior to me in every way. She left me know Maltepe Olgun Escort choice but to do what I was told to the best of my ability.

I worked like a dog, and was able to finish both my work and Lori’s, by the time she returned.

Lori picked up the finished stack of invoices and looked them over as I once again held my breath, hoping they were satisfactory.

“Not bad, Little Man. Maybe you deserve a reward.”

She took my breath away as she bent down and attacked my lips in a devouring kiss, thrusting her tongue deeply into my mouth. I nearly gagged as she stuck it almost to the back of my throat, then it was pure bliss as she explored the roof of my mouth and over and around my teeth. All I could do was suck on her massive probing tongue as her mouth continued to overpower and attack me, causing me to gasp for breath under her assault.

Lori finally removed her tongue and stood and smiled down at me. My head was spinning and I thought I would pass out as I gasped for breath, and felt my heart nearly beating out of my body. Never had I felt such a kiss sucking the life out of me, leaving me weak and feeling violated.

She returned to her cubicle with a smug smile, having reaffirmed that she still had complete control over me.

“Don’t forget. Show up at my place at 7 Sharp.”

My mouth ached from her attack for the rest of the day, but I could not get the memory of that incredible kiss out of my mind. Once home, I showered and changed, got in my car and made it to Lori’s condo with five minutes to spare.

She greeted me at the door with a pair of skin tight shorts, crop top, baring her massive midriff, and toeless heels displaying her size 12 feet and beautifully painted pink toenails.

She closed the door and instructed me to strip down, which I did, still feeling self-conscious over my rather small penis.

Once stripped, she told me to follow her. We entered a room with a washer and dryer, and a full clothes basket sitting at the base.

“Tuesday is laundry night.”

Lori bent her large frame over the laundry basket and drew out three pairs of huge sheer panties. Turning them inside out, she showed me that they were stained, and instructed me that they better be spotless and odorless after I finished cleaning them.

I thought to myself, ‘My God. I have a college degree in Accounting and my CPA, and she has turned me into nothing more than a laundry boy.

I watched her turn and leave, telling me that she had some reading to catch up on, then I turned my attention to the dirty laundry. I stared down at the sheer stained panties, then slowly looked toward the door. I couldn’t believe what I was thinking, but I slowly bent over, Maltepe Sarışın Escort picked up two pairs and raised them to my nose, taking in the wonderful scents of her big beautiful buttocks and vagina. I closed my eyes in bliss, taking her in, then as my heart pounded, knew I had to take the chance of saving one, and began to shove a large pair in my jeans pocket.

“What the Hell are you doing?!!

Startled to death, the panties went flying and I spun around to the door to see an irate Lori advancing toward me.

“Were you stealing my panties?!”

I immediately panicked, knowing that I was caught red handed.

“No. No Ms. Lori. I swear I wasn’t going to take them.”

“The Hell you weren’t. Don’t lie to me you little scumbag thief. You’re nothing but a perverted little old man.”

“Please Ms Lori. You are right. I was going to take a pair, but I would have found a way to pay you for them… I swear.”

Lori roughly grabbed my arm and forced me to the floor.

“On all fours! Now!”

I quickly did as instructed and she proceeded to mount my naked body with her large 345 pound bulk.

“Well you little panty sniffing thief, if you want to smell my ass and pussy so bad, you will get all you need, but first you will give me a ride into the living room.”

She wrapped both massive powerful thighs around me and locked her calves underneath, and with all my might, I slowly began to move toward the living room. I thought there was no way I could make it, but finally I reached the living room, totally out of breath, and crashed face first to the floor.

Lori rolled me over to my back with her large foot, then removed her shoes, shorts and panties and top, so she towered above me, totally nude.

The doorbell sounded, and Lori said “Shit” as she moved toward the door and looked through the peep hole.

“No problem. It’s just my sister Susan.”

She moved her naked body behind the door and opened it, letting her 18 year old sister enter.

Looking down at my naked body still trying to recover, she said “My my my. What have we here?”

Lori closed the door and began to explain to Susan, who was a smaller version of Lori, but just as beautiful. I would guess that she was 5’9″ and weighed about 265 pounds, just as shapely and solid as her older sister.

“Sue, meet Jerry, my coworker. He and I have come to an understanding of sorts. He has agreed, with some prodding, to cook, clean, and service me in any manner, out of the goodness of his heart…and to prevent me from breaking his body into tiny pieces.”

“That’s awesome Sis. Mind if I stick around and watch?”

Susan moved between my legs and bent down to grab my limp penis Maltepe Şişman Escort between her thumb and forefinger. “I haven’t seen all that many cocks, but it looks like this one isn’t exactly the biggest fish in the pond.”

“Hey Sue. Can’t have everything. He gives pretty good tongue, so at least he has something going for him. He does however have a panty sniffing fetish which I need to break him of.”

“You’re kidding. There are actually guys that like sniffing dirty soiled panties? Gross!”

“Well that appears to be the case, so I was just about to punish him for trying to steal a pair of my favorite undies.”

Lori moved her great jiggling body above my head and slowly lowered her buttocks until it came to rest covering my nose and mouth.

“You know the drill little man. Get busy.”

Nearly suffocating under her bountiful fleshy mounds I began to lick with long strokes, simultaneously taking in the scent of her. Perverted or not, the scent of her sent me to heaven and I couldn’t help but react.

Susan giggled and said “Looks like you were right,” as she pointed out my totally hard erection. “Do you mind if I take the little man for a ride?”

“Be my guest Sis.”

Susan proceeded to strip out of all of her clothes, showing me another exceptional bountiful body, with sensual folds of soft womanly flesh. Lori was still rocking on my face after I brought her to one orgasm, then I felt Susan take my cock in her hand and slowly insert it into the moist warmth of her teenaged pussy. God, she felt warm and tight as she began to milk me in an up and down motion.

“Mmmmmm, for a little guy, he feels pretty good.”

Lori was moving backward and foreword, from the thick patch of black curls of her pussy, to the puckered opening of her anus, and both she and Susan took turns riding both my penis and my nose and mouth.

I felt sore and battered from both large Amazons onslaught by the time they were sexually satisfied, yet I was not permitted to cum. Finally they had had enough. Lori pulled up on both of my legs until my ass was in the air, then slowly inserted a finger into my rectum. Then two fingers as she instructed Susan to get me off.

Susan grabbed my cock and with a firm grip began to masturbate me while she cupped my balls and squeezed with her other hand.

Lori inserted a third finger into my ass as Susan continued to pump me with increasing pressure and pace, until finally I could hold off no longer and exploded, shooting cum all over my chest and face.

Lori slapped my face roughly and disgusted said, “You nasty, dirty little man. Look at the mess you made. Now go clean yourself up, go home and rest up for 7:00 again tomorrow. Sue and I will likely have something special planned, since now you will serve the two of us.

I weakly rose and staggered to the bathroom. As I passed the two huge naked women, I knew that I would never be able to break the hold they had over me, and was the undeniable property of two BBW Goddesses.

The End

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Carefully I unlock the door, he mustn’t wake now or it’ll fail and all this will have been for nothing. I turn the handle slowly, every creak or rustle sounding eerily loud to my hyped up senses. The door swings open and I see him lying in bed, his covers pushed down, his arm thrown up over his face, his beautiful body bare to me for the first time in so long. I am completely thrown by his beauty, by being so near to him while he’s so open to me, so tender and vulnerable. The room is filled by the sounds of his breathing, deep and steady with the slightest growl of a snore at the base of each breath. I shut the door behind me and walk over to the bed, completely calm and certain of myself now I’m with him, my footsteps soft on the carpet.

For the longest time I stand beside his bed, seconds pass, maybe even minutes while I gaze at him smiling in his sleep. My heart is still racing, but from excitement and arousal now, not from fear, I’ve stopped feeling sick, there are only butterflies in my stomach, and maybe even lower. I pull my t-shirt off, then my trousers, then my underwear and now we’re naked together and my whole body tingles and throbs, my nipples stiff in the cool air. I move down the bed so I’m level with his hips, then lower my weight onto the side of the mattress, amazingly he doesn’t wake and I am free to carry out my plan exactly as I had hoped. I bend over him, rest my hands lightly on his belly and his thigh and take his soft, limp penis into my mouth. I suck gently at it, barely sucking at all, just letting it rest in my mouth, supporting it with my tongue, letting my saliva flow over it.

Then it begins to harden and I can feel him waking, his stomach muscles tensing and his breath coming a little lighter, a little faster. I suck harder, start stroking with my hands until his body is fully awake, even if his mind is not. His fingers tangle in my hair as he pulls my head down onto him and then he jerks upright and I am so scared that he will stop me, but I suck harder and as skilfully as I know how, running my tongue round the shaft, sliding my lips over the head Maltepe Grup Escort again and again and he doesn’t stop me, just sits there, my head in his lap holding onto my hair. I try to pull away from him and for a moment he tries to hold me down, but then he releases me and I look up into his face where confusion and disbelief seem to be battling for control. I bend my head to take him into my mouth again, but he pulls me away, more roughly this time and forces me to sit up and then we’re kissing. And God! His lips are hard against mine, his tongue is forcing its way into my mouth and I feel so utterly joined to him as I never have been to any other man, this is an intimacy beyond sex and I give myself up to it completely. It’s like the first time we kissed, but with a depth of passion behind it that we never could have mustered, never experienced when we were so young.

His arms go about me and we’re pressed together so hard my breasts go numb and I’m not in control any more, this is his bed and his domain and his sex and I am his willing willing partner and I am incredulous as he treats me more roughly than anyone has. He pushes me to the floor so roughly it’s almost like he threw me, then he pushes his fingers into me, into all parts of me and it hurts and pleasures till I don’t know whether to moan in pain or delight. I feel a sharp pinch on my hip, then on my inner thigh and look down to see him biting me, not tender little nips, but crushing bites that bruise my skin and even draw blood and now I start getting scared, because there is no consideration for my pleasure in this, he’s not hurting me because I enjoy it, he’s hurting me because that’s how he wants me and while I’m scared I’m also excited and when he lies me on my back and pins my wrists above my head with one hand as he forces his cock into me with the other I can’t help crying out. Immediately he claps his hand over my mouth and nose, effectively suffocating me while he continues to thrust into me. I try panting but his hand has formed a seal over my face and I can’t breathe. I start seeing spots behind Maltepe Manken Escort my eyelids and I feel so dizzy, but the pleasure is incredible, rising in waves over and over; so intense, so deep. With a rush the pleasure turns into orgasm and my whole body arches and shudders. He pulls his hand off my face then and drags me up by my arm, then strikes me across the face with the flat of his hand. I gasp in shock, I hadn’t expected this, never considered sex could really be like this. On the rare occasions I had fantasised about rape or violent sex it had always been a stranger and, really, rather tame.

I’m still limp and breathless from my orgasm, but already he’s throwing me across the bed, my bottom exposed and vulnerable and even before he starts I know what’s coming and barely flinch when the first open-handed blow lands on my buttocks. As the shock of it subsides and I feel the sting and spreading warmth, my desire starts to rise again, surprising me with its depth so soon after coming. After that first slap the blows rain down on me, some just lightly catching my skin, leaving it tingling, some thumping down hard making my flesh burn and throb with warmth. He is cursing and swearing, calling me all sorts of filthy names like “whore” and “slut” and I love it. It has never been like this between us, but something has changed and he is giving way to his fantasies and I am letting him because they seem to be my fantasies too.

Where it arouses him to dominate and inflict pain, so it also arouses me to be submissive and subjected to pain. I revel in it, testing the limits of his dominance by trying to get up and forcing him to hold me down. He straddles my body, using his thighs to hold my arms to my sides and continues to strike me, aiming indiscriminately for my buttocks and thighs. Eventually I give up struggling and lie there accepting this treatment. Half shocked and appalled, half thoroughly aroused by both the harsh treatment and this sudden assertion of his masculinity. When he ceases hitting me he gets off the bed and pulls me up by my hips so that Maltepe Masöz Escort I’m on my hands and knees, my legs apart, open to him. He holds me there like that, his hands vice-like on my hips and I wait with anticipation and trepidation for his next move. I know that I’m wet, I can feel my pussy convulsing and the dampness spreading down the inside of my thighs.

He tells me to hold myself apart so he can see me properly and, trembling, I obey him. I love being pliant, obedient, meek, submissive. We had broken up because he felt I smothered him, was too dominant and, though I loved him, perhaps I felt that he wasn’t dominant enough. Creeping in on him tonight was some kind of attempt to resuscitate the relationship but, I realised now, was me forcing him to do what I wanted, manipulating him by seduction. Now he was taking control and the sex was fiery and intoxicating, nothing like the limp, repetitive routine we had fallen into.

I knelt there, presenting myself to him, all wet and swollen, waiting for his next move. Softly his hands glided over my inflamed buttocks, the soft caress setting my sensitised skin tingling. Down my thighs, then up and under to cup my breasts – this sudden tenderness was as shocking as the violence, and as exciting. He leant forward to kiss the back of my neck, at the same time sliding his cock inside me. I gasped with the pleasure of it, the full, hard length penetrating me as far as it could. He waited a moment, holding me, being tender, then he knelt up and grabbed hold of my hips again.

Furiously he started pumping into me, using his grip to pull me back onto his cock. The pleasure was almost unbearable as, with every stroke, he thrust against that particular spot of concentrated sensation. Faster and faster he thrust, I couldn’t stop myself from moaning and, as I rose towards orgasm for the second time, my cries become louder and louder until they are animal groans, shouting at the very top of my voice as my whole body spasms and bucks underneath him, then I feel his cock pulse inside me, he pulls me fully onto his cock and holds my hips to him whilst my upper body lies sprawled, face-down, on the bed. Slowly he withdraws, letting the thick white mucous ooze down my thighs, pulling me close to him as he lies down next to me so we’re spooning. Are we back together or not? I don’t know, but I guess we sorted out who’s in charge.

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As Emily Garrison made her way to 412 Old Homestead Place, she couldn’t help but feel how wet between her legs she had become. This was nothing new, though, as she always gotten wet when she made her way there. Today was a bit different, though. Today, it was like someone had poured melted chocolate between her legs; that’s how thick her issuance had become. She could actually feel her clit palpitating in anticipation over … what, exactly? It was something new, something never done before, her mistress, Domina, promised her, something cooked up just for Emily’s benefit. She could hardly wait.

She rounded the final corner and saw that she was about a minute early. That wouldn’t do. She had to be late. How else would she learn her lesson? She pulled her phone from her purse and checked her messages, and after a couple of minutes had passed, she made her way to the house, up the steps, and rang the doorbell. Domina answered the door, took one look at Emily, then slapped her across the face. “You’re late, bitch. On your knees. Now!” Emily did as she was told. Domina hiked a leg up, then commanded Emily to eat her pussy. Emily did as directed, thinking nothing of eating her mistress’s pussy right there in the doorway where any passers-by might see.

It didn’t take long for Domina to cum as Emily knew, through experience, just what it took to get her mistress off. Once cumming, Domina said, “Crawl your ass in here and take your clothes off.” Emily did. It was just the trench coat. Domina had ordered her to arrive today wearing nothing but that, and who was Emily to disobey?

“I’m so sorry about—”

“Shut your fucking hole!” Domina screamed as she brought a riding crop down hard against one of Emily’s ass cheeks. Emily tensed as she felt herself squirt, then felt her cum dripping down her leg.

“But I just wanted to apologize for—”

Another swing of the riding crop, this time on the other cheek. Emily convulsed as a tremendous orgasm rocked her body. “You’re quite the chatterbox today, aren’t you?” Emily said nothing as she moved forward and began kissing Domina’s feet. “Oh, no. Unh-uh. You’re not going to get out of this one,” Domina said as she stepped back. She reached onto the table and picked up a set of pruning shears. She handed Maltepe Öğrenci Escort them to Emily, then pointed at a rose bush and said, “Go get me a nice, sturdy one.”

When Emily saw the rose bush, she gasped from excitement. She crawled over to it and found a nice, thick thorny switch. She pricked her fingers several times as she tried to cut it loose, and was finally successful. “Put it in your mouth as you crawl back to me,” Domina ordered her, so Emily did. She lay it and the shears at her mistress’s feet, then stayed bowed awaiting further instruction.

“Lay on your back,” Domina told Emily, then squatted above her and affixed her asshole to her slave’s mouth. “Eat it. Eat my ass, bitch.” Emily did, with a relish. She knew she was getting Domina off, but that didn’t stop the sadist from belittling her masochistic pupil. “Why the fuck do I even bother with you? You can’t eat ass worth a damn, you can’t eat pussy worth a fuck. You’re worthless, you fucking pig.” She grabbed her riding crop and spanked Emily’s clit as hard as she could. Emily writhed in orgasmic delight.

As she lapped at Domina’s ass, Emily thought back to how all this started. It was several years back when she was in college. When she was pledging her sorority, in an act of hazing that never really stopped, she was made to service all the current sisters, eating their asses and pussies for as long as they wanted it. On the day before mid-terms, she was made to eat ass for ten hours, then eat pussy for ten hours, giving her just four hours to study and sleep before taking her tests. From there, throughout the remainder of her Freshman year, she had to eat the asses and pussies not just of the seniors in her sorority, but any sorority on campus, whenever they decided they wanted it, so it wasn’t unusual to be awakened at three in the morning by a complete stranger and told that she had to eat puss and ass, and she had eaten every kind there ever was.

Emily had eaten white pussy and ass, black pussy and ass, Asian pussy and ass, Hispanic pussy and ass, Middle Eastern pussy and ass, Polynesian pussy and ass, hairy pussy and ass, clean-shaven pussy and ass, fat pussy and ass, skinny pussy and ass, sweaty pussy and ass, and clean pussy and ass. She had Maltepe Çıtır Escort even been made to eat the pussies and asses of the women’s softball team before and after each game whenever they played at home. She loathed being made to do such things, but after a while, the humiliation was the turn-on for her, as was the constant beratement, which is what brought her here, to Mistress Domina’s.

After college, Emily tried to put that sordid past behind her, but she had grown so accustomed to eating pussy and ass while being psychologically abused that she literally needed it in her life. She found Domina through an ad on Craig’s List, and after an initial meeting that turned into two hours of slow, exquisite torture, she knew she had found what her life had been missing. That was a little over two years ago, and she was a steady every-two-weeker ever since.

Domina came as she masturbated in tandem with Emily’s tongue lashings against her anus. She stood, then looked down at Emily. “Piece of shit. Couldn’t even make me cum. Last time you were here, I warned you what would happen if you couldn’t get me off, didn’t I? Answer me when I talk to you! Didn’t I?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Roll back,” Domina barked, and Emily did so. She rolled so that her shoulders were on the floor and her legs dangled past her head. “Now, spread those ass cheeks.” Emily did, and she watched as Domina placed a thick, leathery garden glove on her hand, then picked up the thorn-covered switch.

“Oh, fuck,” Emily gasped, and her cum flew from her like a fountain in anticipation of the pleasure through pain that awaited her. Domina very lightly began spanking Emily’s tender, pink asshole with the Switch. Immediately, Emily could feel the thorns digging into her soft flesh. “Oh, shit!” Emily cried out as her pussy oozed cum, and it showed no signs of stopping.

“Why, you little cunt!” Domina said with incredulity. “You actually like this? This is a punishment, not something to get you off.” She began beating the switch harder and harder against Emily’s asshole until what was once soft and tender and pink and pretty was now puckered and bloody. Then another jet stream of cum shot from Emily’s pussy. “Oh, you fucking whore. You fucking cum-drink Maltepe Elit Escort bitch. You’re going to get it now.” Domina pulled a bottle of Absolut Vodka from her table. She opened it and poured some onto Emily’s asshole.

“AHHHHHHH!!” she screamed, but she also began masturbating her clit furiously.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got just what you need,” Domina said. She emptied about a cup of molasses into a bowl, then a quarter cup of the Absolut, then a quarter cup of lemon juice, then a cup of Kosher salt, then mixed it until it had become a thick, spackle-like paste. Emily never stopped masturbating as she watched Domina mix this concoction, then was amazed when the woman pulled a strap-on dildo from a box.

“Oh, my fucking God!” Emily whispered as she looked upon this hulking monstrosity. It was the equivalent of two soda cans stacked on top of each other with a tennis ball on top of that for the head. “No,” she pled, even as she continued to masturbate.

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” Domina said as she secured the dildo onto herself. She then covered the dildo with the paste-like concoction she had made, then placed it at Emily’s ass. “Open wide.”

“NO!” Emily screamed even as the dildo was forcibly stuffed into her. She could feel every bit of the alcohol and citric acid and burning and coarseness of the salt as Domina fucked her asshole unmercifully, yet still she masturbated, and the cum was flowing as freely from her pussy as the tears were from her eyes.

Domina pulled out just long enough to add a fresh coat of Kosher salt to the still-sticky prosthetic penis before once again plying her inhumane treatment of her client’s ass.

Emily screamed and cursed and continued to vigorously throttle her clit until her climax hit, spraying her face and a good foot of flooring behind her with more cum. As she caught her breath, she said, “Raspberry,” the safe word, and Domina immediately stopped. She gently removed the dildo, then gave Emily towels for her face and anus.

Emily stayed there on the floor for about twenty minutes, then arose and made her way to the restroom. She cleaned herself up and placed a panty liner against her ravaged butthole, then went back out to meet with Domina, who was now just plain old Janice Gregory. Emily paid her the one hundred dollars for the session and refused the proffered ride home, citing it was still yet more pleasure to be obtained. “Pencil me in for two weeks from today, same time,” she said. It would take that long to properly heal, but she would be ready when she did.

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