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It was late afternoon and Claire was sitting in the front row of the symphony hall, watching Sebastien put the orchestra through its paces with Stravinsky. Her sketchbook was balanced on her knee, but she hadn’t drawn so much as one line. She was worried. It wasn’t just his demeanor tonight — he seemed to be in a pretty foul mood and was snapping at his musicians more than usual — but also the way he had been for the past week or so.

Ever since the night of the costume party, when Claire had felt a separation between them most acutely, she had been noticing it more and more. They spent time together, but it was as if Sebastien was distracted somehow.

Claire had been trying to brush it off, but today watching him berate the string sections until the first cellist was nearly in tears, she decided that enough was enough. He would tell her what was going on, or she wasn’t going to leave him alone. She so rarely pressed him on how he was feeling, she thought she should get a free pass just this once.

“Again, again!” he cried. “Let us take it from three after B. Three after B, please, and the cellos need to play out. I cannot hear you over the horns.” They began again, but had only gone a few bars before he was shaking his head and waving his arm for silence. Whipping around to face a rather startled Claire, he asked, “How does it sound to you? They still need to play out more, no?”

She bit her lip. Truth be told, she hadn’t been listening all that carefully and she suspected Sebastien was nitpicking. She heard the cellos, though it might have been that the balance wasn’t exactly perfect. Still, looking up at the first cellist’s distraught face, she knew it wasn’t the time to encourage his perfectionist tendencies.

“It sounds fine to me, Maestro,” she said lightly, trying to tell him with her eyes that he should let it go. He twisted his face up in irritation and she shrugged. “Besides, you’ve only got them for another fifteen minutes and you should probably run through the last movement.” He glared down at her, and she frowned back.

“This is my orchestra and I will keep them here all night if I must in order for them to get it right.” She knew she should let it go, but…

“No, you won’t. You can’t, and you won’t, so you should make use of the time you have.”

If she’d thought he was glaring before, it was nothing compared to the look he gave her now. She could see he wanted to argue, that he very much did not want to be bested in a contest of wills in front of the orchestra. At the same time she knew he was well aware that she was right, which left him unable to do anything but give in.

They stared at each other for a long moment, and now Claire was getting annoyed. She’d have been willing to look away first, but she could hardly give him a nice, submissive look with the entire symphony watching. And they were, of course watching. Waiting.

Sebastien finally composed his face into his usual non-expression, but his eyes stayed on hers as if he were trying to tell her something. She held his gaze for another moment before shrugging one shoulder and dropping her eyes back to her blank paper. Sebastien turned back around and, to the surprise of the musicians, flipped forward in his score.

“Last movement, please. We will start from the top.” When some of the musicians were slow in getting there, their glances still lingering on Claire, he made no more than a token protest. Claire was relieved, but watched him with concern. He had a defeated air about him now, never a good sign. And they both knew what the orchestra was thinking. The lamb had tamed the lion.

Hah. If only they knew.

Even Sebastien’s conducting seemed subdued now, as if he were contrite, even regretful of his snappishness. He let a few minor errors go by entirely without comment. When the orchestra got off by a beat, Claire thought he wasn’t going to do anything at first. Three bars later he dropped his arms, shook his head briefly, and waited for them to lumber to a halt before raising his arms again resignedly.

“Once more, please, from four after letter F. Four after F.” He conducted, but it seemed he was somewhere else, perhaps listening to music none of them could hear. At last feeling he would make no further progress with them that night, he dismissed them early. They shuffled out of the auditorium, looking a little confused, but Claire didn’t move until they were all gone.

Sebastien stood alone on stage looking a bit forlorn in the dim stage lights. He wandered off to the side of the stage, straightening a row of chairs absently as Claire mounted the steps. He didn’t turn when she touched his arm.

“Maestro, are you feeling all right?”

“Of course.”

“It’s just that you don’t seem quite yourself today.”

“Everything is fine.”

“I think we both know that’s not true. Why won’t you talk to me?”

“As çapa escort I have already said, everything is fine!” he snapped, turning to face her so suddenly that she took a step back in surprise.

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

“Oh, really? Perhaps you recall arguing with me in front of all my musicians tonight,” he said, stalking toward her menacingly. She moved back away from him until she suddenly met the wall behind her.

“Th-that’s not what I meant, and you know it,” she stammered, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Oh?” His voice was low and dangerous, and altogether too steady.

“You’ve been acting strangely all afternoon. I want to know what the matter is.”

“There is nothing,” he said in a soft, angry voice.

“There is!” she insisted, just as angrily now. “I know you’re hiding something from me, and I want to know what it is.” Sebastien jerked back in surprise, a flash of something that might have been guilt crossing his face briefly.

“If you keep harassing me about this, I swear I will –“

“Will what?” she challenged, interrupting him.

“I will make you very sorry,” he replied, leaning over again and moving his face inches away from hers heatedly. Claire felt twin spikes of terror and arousal tear through her, and her heart sped up. Her chest was heaving with the emotions flooding through her, and it did not escape her notice when Sebastien’s eyes strayed downward for a lingering moment before making heated eye contact with her again. Things were getting intense, quickly.

Just then, they heard the scrape of soft-soled shoes on the stage. Turning as one from the humming energy between them, they saw a little slip of a girl — one of the youngest in the orchestra, a flautist named Shelby.

“Get out,” growled Sebastien, and Claire had the curious experience of watching someone else turn red and quiver under his stare.

“Ohhh,” sighed the new arrival in obvious embarrassment, “but I, um, I left my, um…” She trailed off before finishing her thought under Sebastien’s withering glare.

“Get it, and then get out,” he said bitingly. Shelby scurried over to her music stand and grabbed a little case from underneath it. She turned to leave, but before she walked away she cast a glance over her shoulder. Making wide-eyed eye contact with Claire, she inclined her head slightly. Claire could do nothing but swallow nervously and blink back at her. Apparently deciding there was nothing further she could do, Shelby turned frightened eyes back to Sebastien and then fled for the safety of backstage.

When her clattering footsteps had died away, Claire and Sebastien turned back to each other. The tension had not dissipated; if anything, the brief interruption had increased it. Claire’s stomach twisted and she could not quite suppress a shudder from the strain of his hot glare. She wasn’t sure what Sebastien was going to do.

He reached out to grip her upper arms tightly and press them into the wall behind her. She made a soft pained noise and he crushed her against the wall, digging his fingertips in and kissing her in a fierce, almost painful way. Claire tried in vain to move away from the wall, but he held her firmly, taking what he wanted from her. She whimpered into his mouth and he drew back to bite her lip. Her body was on fire, her blood heating with every passing second.

“God, please!” she gasped.

“What?” he demanded, before stealing her breath with another kiss. She could feel him, hard and hot, against her hip. Somehow, over the blood rushing through their ears, they heard footsteps again. Sebastien stilled immediately, pressing his face into the side of Claire’s neck as if he could hide from whatever was about to enter the room.

“They’re probably not even here anymore, but you should have seen them. He had her up against the wall and they were just glaring at each other like you wouldn’t believe when I came in.” Shelby, sounding like she was trying to keep her voice down.

“What do you think they were fighting about?” Holly. Great, thought Claire.

“That’s just it. I’m not sure they were fighting. I mean, they both looked pretty mad, but there was just something about it that seemed…” Their footsteps stopped as she considered her words.

“Seemed what?” A third woman, probably Violet, Shelby’s friend. She also played flute.

“I don’t know, different from when he looked at me. If they hadn’t been glaring, I would have said it looked like he was…was, well, about to kiss her.”

“Kiss her?” echoed Holly incredulously, apparently forgetting all pretense of being quiet. The women started to laugh, but softly, as though they weren’t sure it was really so ridiculous.

“Look, he was either supremely pissed or he was thinking of doing something extremely dirty to her.”

Claire let out a kind of choked laugh as Sebastien shook his head grimly beside her. If she hadn’t known better, she’d have thought he was actually eyüp escort embarrassed that his thoughts had shown so plainly on his face. Obviously, he had been both supremely pissed and thinking of extremely dirty things to do to her.

“Did you hear that? Maybe they are still in there!” said Violet in a hushed tone. Claire looked meaningfully at Sebastien, who gave her a pained look as he ground his still-hard cock into her firmly. She rolled her eyes, but the footsteps had begun again. He frowned down at her and took a step back, still looking pretty annoyed.

“And that,” he said as the musicians entered the room, “is what will happen to you if you cannot refrain from criticizing me in rehearsal. When I want your opinion, I shall ask you for it, and otherwise I expect you to stay out of my job.” The thing about it was, he probably meant it. A flood of renewed anger ran through Claire and she stepped away from the wall, annoyed.

“Don’t threaten me, Maestro. I will always tell you when I think you’re making a big enough mistake to fuck up your rehearsal.” Sebastien started, obviously surprised she was arguing rather than acting the part of a chastened employee.

“I shall threaten as I please, because believe me when I say I will follow through if you cannot respect me.” Neither of them remembered that he hadn’t even threatened her with anything.

“I respect you,” she responded hotly. “It’s you that doesn’t respect me enough to tell me the truth.” She flinched inwardly. She hadn’t meant to say that in front of the others, who were exchanging confused glances now. Evidently they were not so afraid of their conductor that they wouldn’t risk his wrath for a little workplace gossip.

“I — of course I respect you,” he faltered. “More than…I…well…but there is a time and place for some conversations, and now…now…” He paused, looking a little lost.

Then Violet sneezed. Sebastien turned, his irritation reminding him that they were supposed to be putting on a show, not discussing their relationship. It had gotten way too personal.

“You again,” he said, addressing Shelby. “Apparently I cannot even discipline my soprano without prying ears and eyes. Very well, Claire, we will continue this discussion in private. Come.”

“I don’t have to just do everything you say,” she protested, and he closed his eyes briefly.

“You do, or you do not have to return to my symphony hall,” he said coldly.

That stung. Claire sensed they were way past playing, and her eyes immediately filled with tears. She was frozen, knowing there was nothing she could do. She wanted to go with pride and leave, but then what would his threat mean when she returned next rehearsal? Maybe she no longer cared. She wasn’t his slave — certainly not here, and he had no right to treat her like one, especially when she hadn’t even done anything wrong.

“Fine,” she said, setting her jaw and stalking to the side of the stage to grab her bag and sketchbook. “I’ll get my things,” she said pointedly, letting Sebastien draw his own conclusions as to whether she meant the things she kept at his apartment. For a long moment she heard nothing but her own heartbeat. Sebastien looked at her, clearly upset. Neither of them knew what to say. Things had escalated so quickly. Their salvation came from an unlikely source.

“I’m so sorry, Maestro, Claire,” mumbled Shelby, clearly dying of embarrassment.

“This is none of our business,” muttered Violet in agreement. Holly could only stare, red-faced and speechless. They backed out of the room and wandered down the hallway, whispering furiously. Claire and Sebastien were alone again. Neither seemed sure what to say or do. Through a haze of unshed tears, Claire could see Sebastien was as upset as she.

“Would you really leave?” he finally asked, his voice cracking slightly with tension.

“I’m tired of this argument,” she said softly. “If you can’t talk to me, and you want to insist your word is law under this roof, if you really believe you can command me like that…yes, I’d leave.”

“Some things are better left unknown.”

“Not when they affect you like this, I can’t believe that.”

“I need you to trust –“

“No, I need you to trust me,” she snapped. Sebastien shook his head in frustration.

“It is not about trust.”

“But you said –“

“Claire!” he said loudly, startling her into silence. “I do not want to have this conversation here. Others are about.”

“I don’t care what you want anymore,” she heard herself say, surprising them both.

“Is that so?” he asked, firming his jaw in annoyance.

“Yeah, that’s so,” she said, glaring up at him and trying to ignore the fact that she was still, inexplicably, turned on. She was baiting him and she knew it. From the look on his face, he knew it, too. He took a deep breath, trying to decide what to do. Finally he stalked away behind her, flinging aside the curtain and going backstage. Claire just looked after fatih escort him, confused.

After a second, he re-emerged and beckoned to her. Hesitantly she approached, until he reached out to grab her wrist and jerk her behind the curtain with him. It was backstage and technically connected with the rest of the symphony hall via a narrow hallway behind the stage, but no one went back there unless they needed to get one of the large instruments they stored in the alcove. It was darker the further Sebastien pulled her, and when he finally stopped, she could no longer see him clearly.

“Mon abeille,” he said softly, the endearment catching her off guard, “I repeat, I do respect you. You are an amazing and dedicated singer, passionate and caring in and out of bed, intelligent and adorable — if impulsive and as quick to anger as I. You are the most incredible woman I have been with, and I mean that in every way you care to take it.

“I wish…I wish very much to have complete honesty with you, if you could but trust me a while longer. I very much regret some of my words to you today, but I am hurt that you think I could mean all of those things. You know I command you only as much as is pleasing to us both.” He paused for a moment to let her think about what he had said so far.

She had misgivings, as he had nearly — but not quite — admitted he was in fact hiding something. But she did trust him, and more than that she was beginning to wonder if she really wanted to know.

“Claire, I do not want you to leave. If you did, I truly do not know what I would do. You mean so much to me, and I thought we had something special enough to be worth any trouble.” At this, Claire burst into tears, throwing her arms around him.

“Maestro…Sebastien, I don’t want to leave. Never, never want to,” she sobbed into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her until her crying stopped. Stroking her hair, he made soothing noises over her head. He still felt tense, she thought.

“I think we must…I need to say…” He stopped, frustrated, and then began again. “About correcting me in rehearsals…” Claire couldn’t believe it. He was really going to bring this up?

“Are you serious?” she protested, backing away from him abruptly. “You were completely out of control tonight.”

“I?” he asked incredulously. “It was you who was out of place.”

“It was not! You were making Celeste so upset, and she didn’t deserve that at all. Especially not because you’ve got some private problem that you’re letting spill all over rehearsal. You never let personal stuff get in the way of work.”

That must have cut too close to the truth as he saw it, because Sebastien drew himself up arrogantly and said, “How I conduct my orchestra is certainly no concern of yours.”

“Like Hell it’s not!” she said, her vehemence startling him a bit. “I have to work here, too, and unlike you I care about the feelings of the musicians in the orchestra. You know, you might get a better sound out of them if you were nicer to them”

“Oh?” he said icily, and Claire knew she had overstepped. “You think there is a deficiency in the way my orchestra performs?”

“N-no, not exactly,” she said uncertainly.

“Then kindly mind your own fucking business.”

“I will not,” she said, insulted.

“I say you will,” he replied, deadly calm.

“Or what?” They were glaring at each other again in the barely lit alcove. Claire’s heart was speeding up again. The back and forth was getting exhausting, but her adrenaline was going again.

“Thank God,” Sebastien muttered, confusing Claire until she found herself pinned between him and the covered piano behind her. The dusty smell of the space clouded her mind and she yielded to his intense kisses. She moaned softly as all the feelings she’d had pent up all afternoon exploded suddenly. Desire shivered across her skin.

“Tu me rends fou. Vous m’avez enchanté et je ne sera jamais libre. Je ne veux jamas être libre, car c’est moi qui suis esclave par vous,” he murmured into her hear. Claire only understood half of the words, but it was enough. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes even as his kisses enflamed her. He would take her here, where anyone could find them, and she would let him, like she always did. Like she always would. Emotion welled up in her and then words were tumbling incoherently out of her mouth.

“Anything I have, everything I am, is yours to take. Tell me please I can always be here, at your service.” Sebastien drew back for a moment in astonishment at her words, and then enfolded her tenderly into his arms.

“Just when I was ready to ravage you, you say something sweet, darling, and I just want to make love to you.”

Claire looked up at him with a little smile and asked, “Should I make you mad again?” Sebastien smiled then, too, as much in relief as in amusement.

“I would rather you did not,” he said.

“It’s just that…of course I adore making love, but right now, I’d, um…I’d kind of rather…the other thing.”

“Would you now?”

“Yes, sir.”

“As my lady commands,” he said with an ironic smile before gripping her waist and pulling her into him, grinding himself against her. She wondered if they could possibly stop now if they wanted to.

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The night was getting late, and she knew her “victims” would be eagerly anticipating her arrival. She stayed in the hallway a few minutes longer, knowing that their nerves would be pushed to the limit with every minute she made them wait.

She was The Mistress. Mistress Raven is the name that she took, and it would be the only name that the young men would know her by and use when around her.

Finally, after a few more minutes, she turned the knob, pushed the door open and strode into the room. The room was lit with candles placed all over the room. Their flames gave the room a soft glow, but there were enough of them in the room that one could see clearly.

The eyes of the two young men fell upon her, taking everything in. They were in total awe of what they saw before them, not believing that they were actually in her presence.

She wore all black leather. A corset, the lacings so tight, they would leave markings on her back later. A pleated skirt, that came to her mid thigh. Knee-high boots, with a spiked heel of six inches. She wore a mask covering the upper part of her face, to help keep her identity secret. Her raven black hair was pulled into a ponytail and reached to the middle of her back.

The two men could only stare at her; their mouths dropped open. Butterflies started stirring in their stomachs. Their nervousness went up a few more notches. They were both virgins and they had thought this would be a fun and interesting way to loose their virginity. Now one of them, Nick, was starting to wonder if this was such a good idea.

Nick was the buff type. Not too tall, maybe five foot nine inches. He was a young one, just on the verge of turning nineteen. His hair was a bit on the lighter brown side, and he had hazel eyes that were filled with passion. He was not too happy with the thought of being dominated, but he was willing to try anything at least once.

Wes, the other one, was defiantly up for anything, including this night. Wes was a young twenty-one year old. He was tall, six foot two inches at least. He wasn’t as buff as Nick, but his body was well toned. His hair was almost black, and he had blue eyes that seemed to penetrate you to the bone.

Raven looked at the two young men sitting on the couch. She could see their nervousness, and a smile almost crossed her face. Raven could not wait to have her way with these two.

She quickly turned towards the door before the young men could see the excitement on her face.

Raven spoke, “Chasity! Come!”

Another female entered the room. She was dressed exactly as Raven, with a few exceptions. Where Raven was wearing all black, Chasity wore all white. Raven wore leather, and instead, Chasity wore lace. Where Raven had hair that matched her name, Chasity had shinning blonde hair.

Chasity came to Raven’s side. Raven grabbed Chasity’s hair lightly and brought her face towards her. She flicked her tongue out and ran it across Chasity’s lips. Raven’s tongue then parted Chasity’s lips and probed inside her mouth.

Chasity opened her mouth and accepted Raven’s tongue. She let out a little moan, and soon her tongue was probing into Raven’s mouth.

Raven reached a hand up and gently took one of Chasity’s breasts in her hand. One moment her mouth was on Chasity’s mouth, and the next it was on her breast. Lightly, Raven flicked her tongue over the nipple. She bit on the nipple lightly, and then with more force. Chasity let out a moan and shuddered a bit.

Raven’s other hand then lingered down between Chasity’s thighs, lifting the skirt up so that the guys could see her white panties on underneath. Raven’s hand then disappeared into Chasity’s underwear. Raven slipped her middle finger into Chasity’s sex, and was happy to feel that she was already wet for her.

Chasity tipped her head back and bit her lip. Raven worked her finger in and out a bit and then rubbed Chasity’s clit. Chasity started to writher under Raven’s hand.

Raven’s mouth worked its way down Chasity’s body until it reached her wet spot. She pulled Chasity’s panties down and tossed them over in front of the guys. Her tongue was then probing deep into Chasity’s cunt. Licking up her juices and flicking across the clit.

Chasity wanted so much to put her hands on her Mistress head, but she knew she could not unless the Mistress directed her to. So, she behaved like the good pet that she was, and kept her hands to her side.

Nick was in shock. He had never seen anything like this. Never in his life had he ever imagined he would come face to face with something like this.

Wes, on the other hand, had decided he was madly in love with Mistress Raven. He wanted her başakşehir escort so badly, he was fighting the urge to get up and go to her. Finally, he could take it no more. He stood up and was about to walk towards Raven, when she turned suddenly and gave him a look that could have killed him where he stood.

Wes slowly sat back down, and he glanced over at Nick. Nick had a smirk on his face. Wes gave him a look back that said, “Shut up”.

Raven had stood back up and was giving Chasity little kisses, gently biting her lips. She then turned towards Nick and Wes.

“Is it my understanding that you are agreeing to let us do whatever we want with you? No questions asked?”

Nick and Wes answered in unison, “Yes Mistress Raven.”

Raven crossed her arms under her breasts, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. What did you say?”

In unison again, only louder this time, “YES MISTRESS RAVEN!”

A slight smile crossed Raven’s face. “That’s much better!” The smile quickly disappeared. “I want no questions asked. You will keep your mouths shut, unless I ask you to speak! Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress Raven!” Nick and Wes replied.

“Good!” Raven snapped.

“You will experience things tonight that I’m sure you’ve never experienced before, and most likely will never experience again. That is, unless you choose to come back to me for a repeat performance.”

Raven walked over to Wes and made him stand up.

“You will follow Chasity to another room, and you will stay there until we come for you. Do you understand?”

Wes looked a little confused, but he answered how he knew the Mistress would want him to answer.

“Yes Mistress Raven.”

“Good boy. Chasity, take him to the other room now.” Raven commanded.

Chasity bowed her head, “Yes Mistress Raven.” Chasity then signaled for Wes to follow her out of the room.

Raven turned her attention to Nick. “Nick.”

“Yes.” Nick replied.

Raven cocked her head questioningly, “Yes?”

“Yes…Mistress Raven?” Nick said nervously.

Raven smiled. “Hmm, you seem a little nervous. Are you sure you want this?”

Nick’s eyes lit up, “Oh yes! Yes Mistress Raven. I am ready for anything you have to offer.”

Raven took his hand and helped him up. “That’s a good boy. There is nothing to be frightened of, really. I will be gentle, at first anyway! HA!”

Raven pulled Nick close to her and then gently kissed him. She bit his lower lip softly, “Mmm, nice lips you have…”

Just then, Chasity came back into the room. She walked over to Raven and Nick.

Raven turned Nick to face Chasity, pushing him near her. “You may touch him Chasity.”

“Thank-You Mistress Raven.” Chasity placed her hands in Nick’s hair.

“Kiss him.” Raven said.

Chasity leaned in towards Nick. Their mouths met, and soon Chasity’s tongue was inside Nick’s mouth.

Raven placed Nick’s hand on one of Chasity’s breasts. “Feel her. Let your hands wander over her body. Yes, that’s it.”

Nick complied, his hands grabbing her breasts and running up and down her body.

“You want her, don’t you?” Raven asked.

“Yes…mmm…yes Mistress Raven.” Nick mumbled.

“All in good time, all in good time.” Raven replied.

Raven stood behind Nick. She ran her hand through his hair. Her finger then traced his ear. Then she moved her hand down his chest, past his stomach and towards the bulge in his pants.

“Have you ever had oral sex performed on you Nick?”

“Yes Mistress Raven.” Nick answered.

“Good. We’re going to do something. Chasity, you may give Nick oral pleasure now.”

“Thank-You Mistress Raven.” Chasity got down on her knees in front of Nick, and slowly unbuttoned his pants. While she was sliding down his pants, Raven was removing his shirt.

Raven still stood behind Nick. She came up under his arms and put her hands on his chest. Caressing him, then pinching his nipples.

“We understand that you are a virgin, and you will be loosing that tonight. What we don’t want is for you to have an orgasm right away. So, in order to prolong your first time, we will make you cum before hand.”

Right as Raven said the last bit, Chasity took Nick’s already stiff member into her mouth, and Nick replied with, “Oh yes Mistress Raven!”

Raven came around to face Nick. She stood, with her legs spread, over Chasity. “Yes, good girl. Run your tongue up and down the shaft. Take it in your mouth now…all of it. Yes, that’s good.”

Raven then placed her hand on the back of Nick’s head and pushed his face towards her. Her mouth went towards his, her tongue searching bayrampaşa escort for his.

Chasity continued to suck on Nick’s hard cock. Occasionally running her tongue up and down his shaft, circling the head with her tongue. Her hand went to his balls, and she lightly fondled them. Then took them in her mouth.

Raven stepped away and became the observer. “Yes, that’s it. Stroke him, take all of him in your mouth.”

Nick’s head was tipped back and he was letting out little moans. “I’m so close Mistress Raven!”

“You may cum whenever you’re ready.” Raven replied.

Chasity seemed to quicken her mouth going up and down on Nick’s cock. Her hand followed up and down right after her mouth.

Nick let out a loud moan, “AHH…Mmmm, YES!”

His body quivered as juices started to spurt out of his cock and into Chasity’s mouth. Chasity kept sucking on him, keeping her mouth over his member. She made sure to get every last drop in her mouth, and Mistress Raven said, “You may swallow now Chasity.”

Chasity complied, and then ran her tongue up and down the shaft and over the tip making sure to lick up every drop.

Nick let out another moan and then said, “Thank-You Mistress Raven.”

“You may thank Chasity as well.” Raven replied.

“Thank-You Chasity.” Nick said.

Chasity only bowed her head then stood and walked over to Raven.

“That was only the beginning. There is much more in store for you.” Raven said as she walked over to Nick.

She took his hand and led him to a spot on the floor where there was a feather mattress and pillows of all shapes and sizes. The mattress was covered with many different colors of silk sheets.

“Lie down on your back.” Raven commanded and Nick quickly obliged.

Raven looked towards Chasity. “Chasity. Come!”

Chasity walked over to Raven.

“Remove your skirt.” Raven commanded.

Chasity complied. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to her feet.

“Now, help me.” Raven said to Chasity.

Chasity unzipped her Mistresses skirt and helped her out of it. She then slid Raven’s black panties down and tossed them to the side.

Raven knelt down on the feather bed and Chasity followed suit. Raven was on one side of Nick while Chasity was on the other side.

Raven took Nick’s cock in her hand and gently massaged it. It hadn’t gotten hard yet, and that was fine with her. She loved to feel a cock grow in her mouth. To feel it get hard from her mouth being over it.

She slowly placed her mouth over his member, rolling it around in her mouth with her tongue.

Raven felt Nick’s cock growing in her mouth. She sucked on it lavishly, loving the feel of it in her mouth.

Raven took her mouth off of Nick’s cock and offered it to Chasity. Chasity ran her tongue down the length of his shaft, back up, and then took all of him in her mouth.

Raven and Chasity then began to run their tongues at the same time up and down Nick’s shaft. Their tongues found each other, and they locked lips, then they went back to licking and sucking on Nick’s cock.

Raven sat up and looked into Nick’s eyes. She then straddled him. Nick inhaled sharply. She smiled lovingly at him. “Relax, you’ll be fine.”

She then gently took hold of Nick’s stiff, throbbing member and slowly inserted it into her wet pussy.

Nick’s eyes widened as he inhaled sharply, and then he let out a loud moan.

Raven slowly went all the way down on Nicks cock, then slowly back up. She did this a few times. Then just when Nick was getting into the groove of it, she came all the way up so that his cock was no longer in her.

She paused a moment, and Nick squirmed and whimpered a bit. Raven inserted the tip of Nick’s cock back in her pussy, slowly going up and down on just the head.

She teased Nick a bit with this. Going up and down on just the tip, letting the cock fall out of her, then back to riding just the tip.

Then she suddenly went down hard and fast, taking every inch of Nick into her hot pussy.

Nick gasped out loud. His eyes flew open. He arched his back, tilting his head back and then he settled back down and his eyes closed once more.

Raven continued to do this technique. Riding only the tip, then when Nick least expected it, she’d thrust down hard and fast on his cock.

When Nick thought he was about to explode, Raven would stop, letting his dick fall out of her. Resting a moment, and then putting him back in her.

While all of this was happening, Chasity was caressing her Mistress breasts, licking and sucking on them. Raven now motioned for her to sit on Nick’s face. Nick bomonti escort accepted Chasity’s pussy, licking it with his tongue. He probed deep with his tongue into her warmth, lapping up her juices like it was the nectar of the gods. His tongue flicked over her clit, and this caused Chasity to cry out in pleasure.

Raven reached across to Chasity’s breasts and fondled them lovingly. She leaned forward and ran her tongue around one of the nipples, and then she sucked gently on it. Her teeth grazed over the nipple and then she bit lightly on it.

Chasity threw her head back and moaned. She rocked back and forth as Nick’s tongue continued to lap at her clit.

Her rocking became more frantic, and she whispered, “It feels so good! May I cum Mistress Raven?”

“No. Not yet.” Raven answered.

Chasity slowed her rocking down a bit, trying to stop herself from cumming. Nick only lapped more furiously at Chasity’s twat, wanting to lick up every drop of her. This sent Chasity into a frenzy.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold off Mistress!”

Raven reached over to the side of the mattress and brought a dildo out.

“Nick, fuck her with this.”

She handed Nick the dildo and he slipped it into Chasity’s dripping wet pussy. He continued to lick at her clit while he pumped the dildo into her hole furiously.

Raven let this continue for a few minutes. She watched Chasity’s expressions. She could tell that Chasity was trying with all her might not to have an orgasm.

Finally, Raven gave her permission, “Chasity, you may cum now.”

“Thank-You Mistress!!” Chasity exclaimed.

Chasity began to rock furiously with every thrust that Nick gave her with the dildo. He began to suck on her clit, and then would lick more. Suck, and then lick.

Raven continued to ride Nick’s cock, and he was thrusting upwards to meet her every thrust downwards. She had both of Chasity’s breasts in her hands and continued to lick and suck on them.

Nick began to moan more, and they became louder. Chasity was in a frenzy, shaking her head from side to side, and tilting it backwards. Her moans became more frantic.

Raven rode Nick harder and faster. “Yes! Do you like that?”

“Ahhh, OHHH…YES MISTRESS!” Nick replied.

“Does it feel good?” Raven asked.

“Yes Mistress! You feel wonderful! I’m so close now!!”

Raven rode Nick even harder and faster. Nick was fucking Chasity with the dildo like there was no tomorrow. His tongue continued to lap at her juices, licking her clit, sucking on it.

Chasity moaned out loudly, “Oh Mistress! I’m cumming! OOOHHH!!” She moaned and squealed as Nick just pumped her harder and sucked on her clit. “Ahhh….uuuhhhh….YES! YES!” Chasity shuddered violently as the thrusts continued into her and Nick’s tongue had no intention of stopping.

Nick’s tongue did stop though. It stopped so that he could speak. “Yes Mistress! I’m so close!”

Chasity got up off of Nick’s face and she crawled over to her Mistress. One of her hands went to Raven’s breasts, while the other lingered down below. She began to rub franticly on Raven’s clit

“YES!” Raven said.

“Mistress Raven is going to make you cum, would you like that? Would you like to cum inside Mistress Raven?”

“Yes. Please Mistress? May I?” Nick replied.

“May you what?” Raven asked.

“May I cum in you Mistress Raven?” Nick answered.

Raven bent down and kissed Nick, pushing her tongue inside his mouth, locking onto his mouth and not letting go. Finally she raised her head up a bit and answered him. “Yes. You may.”

Raven and Nick’s thrusts became more hectic, both of them moaning out loudly. Raven threw her head back, and Chasity took advantage of this, kissing and licking her neck, all the while continuing to rub Raven’s clit.

Nick arched his hips up, trying to go as deep as he could into Raven’s hot pussy. Raven moaned louder, and this excited Nick even more. He grabbed onto her hips and helped her with her up and down movements. Nick’s head tilted back and he moaned out, “Ohhh…I’m cumming!”

“YES! Cum for me!” Raven replied. “Cum in me! Ahhh…ahhh…mmm…”

“Ah…AHHHHH! Nick arched up and held still as his juices flowed into Raven. At the same time, Raven exploded with her own orgasm. Her body shivered as she continued to thrust down on Nicks cock, and Chasity continued to rub her clit.

Finally, when she could take no more, she stopped her thrusting and sat still. Raven leaned forward and kissed Nick passionately. She then looked him in the eyes. “Did you enjoy that? Did it feel good? Was it everything you hoped it would be?”

Nick nodded his head yes and said, “Yes Mistress Raven. I loved it. Thank-you Mistress for pleasing me. I will never forget this.”

Raven rolled off of Nick and sat next to him. “You are welcome, but your initiation is not over with… yet.” A wicked smile appeared on Mistress Raven’s face as she let out a sinister laugh.

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For six sweaty, tangled months, they played at B&D. He, her stern, experienced Master. She, trembling and shaking through it all, unable to stop herself, a moth to flame.

One day she came unraveled. Running scared, she fled his domain, fled his control, drove out of his life.

For the next ten long years, she moved through her life as in a dream. The “good” mom. The “example” in the restaurant she ran 80 hours a week. Community events and meetings. But at night, oh at night, she moaned and twisted, sliding her treacherous hand beneath the sheets to find and rub frantically her hard little fuck button. Scenes with Master flashed through her head, a sex movie in fast forward.

His cruel, tight mouth and mocking eyes as he secured her bound arms to the hook in his living room ceiling. And sitting on the toilet with a vibrating metal butt plug crammed up her ass, and his cock crammed down her throat, trying in vain to pee.

Yes, she was that kind of slut.

Finally, sitting late one night listening to the rain and comtemplating her situation, the woman she had struggled to become warred with the nasty slut she was. The nasty slut won.

The realization propelled her off her chair like a rocket. Groaning, she gave herself over to the wave of raw lust that had churned through her for the last ten years.

She yanked her panties down around her ankles, grabbed a thick, plastic-handeled spatula from the kitchen drawer, and shoved it up her rectum. Rooting frantically through the laundry room, she came up with two prizes: clothespins. Pulling her nipples up and out, she attached the biting creatures to each one. Shuffling into the living room with her panties still pooled around her ankles, and feeling like the slut that she was, she lay panting on her side on the sofa, and dialed his number on her cell.

After ten years of aching need, she still carried that number burned into her brain.

He answered. She hesitated a moment, and then fucking the plastic in and out of her naughty back hole, she asked,”Do you know who this is?” His deep, evil chuckled came to her ear as he paused to blow the smoke from his cigarette out of his mouth. “Of course,” he responded drily. “How could I forget a shameless slut like you?”

Perceptive as always, he quizzed her, “And what are we doing right now?” Silently, she continued reaming her brown little hole with the hard spatula handle, reveling in the sight as it protruded rudely from her ass. Into the long silence he breathed, “Ah, so it’s like that, is it?” He lauged knowingly. “What did you stick in there this time, slut? Probably anything you could get your greedy hands on, I’d bet,” he continued.

“Get up!” he commanded harshly. “Pull it out right now, whatever it is. Pull your filthy panties up and drive over here.” He added cruelly, “You know where to find me. Oh, and if your pussy’s not shaved, well, you know the rules.” With that, he hung up on her.

Shivering, moaning with the hot, dark need tearing through her clit and asshole, she waddled through the house with the spatula still lodged tight in her rectum. She showered, holding the spatula in her secret hole, moaning as she pinched and twisted her clit and lips while shaving her pussy. Her mind shouted at her to hurry, hurry. Pulling out the spatula, she dried off and brushed out her long, dark hair. Her empty anus pulsed and throbbed, begging her to shove something, anything in there while she dressed in her low-cut, black spandex dress.

Across the freeways and the rain-soaked city lights she drove, barely aware. Her newly shaved cunt reacted to the cold night air, underlining her coming vulnerability. Arriving, it was as if she watched herself from afar. She parked and locked the car, and with her stomach dropping like a stone, she knocked on her Master’s door.

The door slowly şişli escort opened, and the careful cruelty that filled his domain like an aura washed out over her in a flood. She turned as if to flee. “Come in,” he said, taking her arm. He led her in and shut the door with a final click.

His cat-like eyes rested on her with lazy assurance. A thin, cruel smile twisted his lips. His gray hair shining under the soft lights, he commanded: “Life your skirt and bend over.” Jerkily, she did as he bade.

As he observed her naked ass and ran his finger along her hairless slit, he told her “good girl”. He flicked her clit hard causing her eyes to water. “Spread your ass and show me that dirty little secret you’ve been abusing without my permission.” Shakily, she spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing her wrinkled anus to his hungry eyes. The little opening was puckered from the earlier attentions of the spatula, and twitched under his steady gaze.

“Look at that!” he admonished, gathering her hair and yanking her head up until her eyes met his. “You’re a little anal whore, aren’t you? Your dirty little hole is still glistening from whatever toy you lubed up and inserted earlier. What was it, slut? A candle? A cucumber?”

“A spatula,” she answered in shame.

“A spatula?” he exclaimed disbelievingly. “You really are a dirty girl who needs her little anus stretched, aren’t you? Well, my dear, a spatula is a thin joke. Your master knows what you need. Your beady little browneye gazing at me so innocently will soon be a gaping cavern, open and begging for my cum. Ask your Master for what you know you need.”

So saying, he moved to the red suitcase on the coffe table, unzipping it to reveal its contents. It looked like a BBQ grill utensil set, except if was filled with an array of anal plugs, dildos, vibrators, clamps, weights, gags, chains and handcuffs. “I’m waiting,” he said, selecting two cuffs and snapping one on each of her wrists.

Still bent over, her sphincter tightening against the punishment to come, she raised her agonized eyes to his merciless ones, forcing the words out, “Please, Master.”

Selecting two more cuffs, he snapped one on each ankle. “It will go very hard for you indeed if you cannot do better than that immediately,” he informed her flatly, removing a length of chain from the box of pain. Swallowing convulsively, she begged, “Please, Master, fill my asshole with a giant dildo, and fuck my mouth.”

Securing her wrists to her ankles with a length of chain and a padlock, he dangled the key in front of her eyes. “Hardly inspiring, my dear. Allow me to inspire you,” he said, tucking the key securely into the pocket of his jeans. Selecting a stout, wooden paddle dotted with cruel holes, he slowly, deliberately walked around behind her.

“Spread your ass,” he ordered. As she reached behind her and spread the two globes wide, he swished saliva around audibly in his mouth, and spit right onto her waiting asshole. It clenched tightly in shock. With spit running down her back crack and legs, he began his diatribe:

“Remember this?” he asked her, waving the paddle. “Remember we crammed a rubber plug in your ass and a vibrator in your dripping pussy, then secured it all with your tight panties?” Her cunt ran with juices as he recounted the tale, but she shook inside, as she knew what was coming next. “We dressed you in nothing but your panties and a long coat, and ushered you down yo the adult toystore to select your Christmas present. Remember?” he prompted her as he caressed the trembling flesh of her butt cheeks with the paddle.

“I remember,” she softly answered. He drew his arm back, poised to strike. “Tell me, slut. Tell me what happened next.”

“Master, I’m sorry!”

“Tell me, whore.”

“In your truck you forced me to open my coat, taksim escort and ride naked except for my panties. You handed me a tube of Colgate, and forced me to squeeze it on my clit and rub it in. With my clit burning, you pinched and twisted my nipples. You stuck one, two, then three fingers down my throat until I gagged.”

Sternly, Master took up the tale. “And when we got to the toystore, I told you how much that paddle would hurt, how cruelly it would mark your white ass. But you didn’t listen, did you? You were so over-the-edge and wrought-up, you chose that paddle, didn’t you, slut?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And then what happened, slut?”

“When you used it on me, I ran away. And I didn’t come back for ten years.” She looked underneath her own pussy and ass, sticking up like that, trying to sneak a peak at his face. What she saw was not reassuring. Her Master, settling into a wide, baseball player’s stance, informed her, “That’s right, slave. And for that, you will pay.”

And he swung.

Fire coursed through her upturned rear end as the paddle connected with soft flesh with a resounding whack. She screamed and tried to jump out of the way, but she was bound tightly. Her poor ass was raised high in the air, inviting more blows.

Smack. Scream. Smack. Scream.

Her soft buttocks morphed from white to fire engine red, dappled with the pattern of those vicious holes.

Musing softly, Master said, “Strange, but I’d forgotten that you just never could take your punishment quietly. We can fix that.” With that, he moved to the case and removed a round, black leather ring with two straps attached. “Open your mouth, bitch.” He inserted the round, leather “O” in her mouth, stretching it wide, and tied the straps tightly behind her head. Stepping back, Master surveyed his handiwork. She gazed at him, eyes pleading, her jaws stretched wide in a silent, endless scream. His groin began to stir.

“Now, where were we?” he asked somewhat rhetorically, as she couldn’t possibly answer. “Ah, yes. What is going to be forcibly inserted in your butthole? I have just the perfect instrument for you begging anal hole.” From the selection arrayed before him, Master picked out the case with the anal training kit, opening it up for her inspection. Three anal plugs lay nestled therein. She could see the online advertisement in her mind’s eye: “Small for beginners. Medium, recommended. Extra-large for those experienced in anal play only. 7 inches long and 4 inches wide.”

Roughly yanking out the extra-large dong, he addressed her matter-of-factly. “Now, I know you’re not ready for this, but the way I see it, you had ten years of training offered that you didn’t avail yourself of, and now you’re behind, so to speak. So, I’m jumping forward ten years to the point where you should be, and you are going to take it, bitch.” He held up the monstrous tool.

Eyes flicking to her helpless, stretched mouth, he laid the tip of the rubber tool against the leather ring at the entrance. She began to gag as she smelled the rubber and anticipated what was coming next. Slowly, inch by inch, he slipped the fat rubber cock into her open jaws. When the tip of the monster caused her to gag, he pushed hard and it popped down her throat. She gagged and began to fight. Master counted slowly to ten, then eased the ebony shaft from her throat and out. Emerging tantalizingly, it glistened from her saliva. Wet strands of her spit were hanging off it, and dripping onto the floor.

“Mmmmm,” he murmured as his cock grew in his jeans, parked right in front of her eyes. “You’re such a whore, you’re giving me ideas,” he said. “But first, where were we? Oh, yes. Your hungry bunghole is waiting for a good reaming, now isn’t it? Get ready, bitch, because you’re taking it all up your chute, and it’s not topkapı escort coming out until tomorrow.”

With the dripping, huge phallus in his right hand, he glided behind her, pinching one dangling nipple on the way by. As she gasped in pain, drooling a little, he spread her ass cheeks wide. He laid the tip of the thick shaft against the tight ring of her anus. Slowly, he pushed the shining member in. One inch, two. She groaned and fell to one side, snapping her head left and right like a labrador shaking off water.

“Take it, bitch!” he ordered her. He steadied her with one hand, not needing to hold her ass cheeks open anymore, as the width and depth of the huge member were doing the job for him. His strong left arm provided leverage as he impaled her with his other hand on the enormous plug.

Three inches, four. She was grunting and squealing now. Tears leaked from her eyes and streamed down her face. They ran down her hanging tits and erect nipples like a river, forming a dark wet circle on the light tan carpet.

He continued to pull on her body with his left arm, while working the giant schlong down into her rectum with the right. The tight hole had almost disappeared under the onslaught of that thick rubber cock.

Five inches, six. Her rectum met the flare at the base of the plug. She knew what was coming. She screamed and cried to no avail, the tears flowing in earnest now as he struggled to push the huge flared base past her resisting ring of skin. With a wet pop, the cock finally slid home. Seven inches of round, hard rubber filled her quivering bowels.

He opened her quivering buttocks and invaded her with his eyes. The black oval of rubber lying snug between her spanked red buttocks looked better than good, especially since he knew that behind that little black base protruding from her violated anus lay seven inches of hard ass plug painfully filling her rear tunnel.

“Now, my little cocksucking whore. You’re slammed and crammed on one end. Master’s going to give you what you crave to fill the other.” Unzipping his pants to the background music of her snuffles and moans, he came around to her wet face. Yanking it out of his jeans, he fisted his hard cock in his hand.

Grabbing her hair in one hand, he slowly fed her his glorious tubesnake, slithering it past the leather gag and down the back of her throat. Completely immobile, bound and impaled upon that huge prick from behind, with her mouth stretched wide, she could do nothing but take all of his cock down her throat. He facefucked her, enjoying the freedom, the hot, velvet openess of her mouth and throat.

He jerked his hips in earnest now, hard and fast. He drew his wet dick all the way out till the bulbous head rested on the very tip of her tongue. Then he thrust it in hard and deep till her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Yanking her head and bucking his hips like a stallion, he moaned his release as he spurted jet after jet of hot, sticky cum down her throat.

Withdrawing from her still-open mouth, he wiped his sticky, damp prick across her eyes, the cum adhering to her eyelashes, then finished cleaning himself off with her hair.

He unchained her, removing the gag. Slipping his belt from its loops, he wrapped and fastened it around her neck. Leading her casually with one hand, he laughed cruelly as she stumbled awkwardly in her four cuffs, the big dildo still crammed up her ass.

Laying her back on the bed, he secured her wrists to one of the bedposts, lightly rubbing her clit and raking it hard with his fingernail. When he had her bucking and begging to come, he removed his hand and slapped her in the face.

“There will be no cumming for you, slave. You will sleep with your clitty on fire and your ass stretched in burning pain. Tied tight, you can do nothing to relieve yourself as I diddle your clit and facefuck you throughout the night.”

“In the morning, you will suck my balls and rim my asshole for one hour. At the end of that time, if you have been a good girl, and you ask pretty, I might just fuck you in your filthy whore’s ass.”

“But then, tomorrow’s another day…”

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I have selected fans who keep mailing me regarding my stories and we carry on further discussions regarding them. One such fan was Mala who keeps asking me through mail the ways and varieties of erotic thrills i go for.

On one fine mail she almost begged me to come to her place and explain things in person. I asked her about her husband as she’s been married to a somewhat rich guy for the past 4 years. She said “Don’t bother he will be out of station for a week starting from this friday. One more thing is that he wants to divorce me for some silly reasons so he won’t care even if he knows, so please pleeze do come… …to give me your cum!!”. From the way her words went itself i understood she is very horny to surrender herself to me. She also gave me her mobile number. I haven’t seen Mala personally before. All that I knew about her is through her mails. It seemed she is around 30 years of age, medium sized body type, but not slim, not so fair in colour. I asked her if she is ready to take any kind of experience from me as she knows my varied interests. She said, ” Yes Sir I’ll be happy to do anything for you!” So accepted her invitation and her exact address of her apartments. I told her i will meet her on the following saturday and to expect my phone call early in the morning. I told her make sure there won’t be any disturbance for a day or two for i was planning to be with her for minimum two days. As per my order she will arrange things to keep her apartment free from any neighbours, friends and other disturbances thoroughly. As that day was monday I ordered her not to have any form of sexual pleasure particularly not to touch her cunt for the next five days till my visit. I allowed her only a brief washing of her cunt everyday while bathing. Even the bath should be very short.

So I made her wait till friday. On saturday morning, I called her by mobile and she was so thrilled to here my voice and happy. I can sense her longing and yearning for sex after after a long five day waiting. I asked to wear a saree red colour, matching blouse, laced bra and laced panties, everything should be in red.

She should be dressed like a bride, perfectly made up. I told a question that i will ask her as soon as she opens her apartment and the answer she has to give in reply just to be secure if we are meeting the right person as we have not seen our photos. I will be in her place at 10am sharp.

Afterwards i cleansed myself, shaved my face dressed well and finished my breakfast. I was standing before her door exactly at 9:59am waited for a minute and rang the bell at exactly 10am. As soon as the door opened a little bit asked the question and got the right answer from the female on the otherside of the door.

Now the door opened fully, what i saw in front of me is a medium looking lady dressed in red with perfect make up and a romantic perfume filling the air. She is presenting herself to me like a gift which I can unwrap and use like anything. I entered and closed the door behind me securing all the locks on the door. I turned and smiled at her. She was about to say something I hushed her to be quiet. We just stood there for a while at a 4 feet distance from each other. We just stared at each other. I looked at her body shape relished it from top to bottom. She blushed. She was dying to hear something from me to break the silence coz the silence and the slow heat from her body was killing her. After the long five day waiting she was in a condition to burst out with sex. I didn’t say a word. I motioned her to turn around. I relished the view of her back pose. She is endowed with a nice ass just like her tits. The fact that I’m watching her behind aroused and burnt her ass as she was gasping and breathing loudly now with her breast heaving up and down. My cock is already straining under my briefs looking at this woman waiting to be taken by me. After some silence I said in a clear voice, ” Raise your hands Mala and hold them behind your head!’ A little startled and confused she raised her hand and held them behind her head. I said ‘Turn around, put you head down and listen to me and do what i say without hesitation. It will be good for you’. She is still breathing heavily with all the thrill and excitement i’m giving her. I said,’ hands behind your head will be your etiler escort normal position from now on. Whenever I say “Position!”, you should be in this position. Now remove the top of your saree and push your chest to the front for me to inspect those heaving breasts of yours!’

She slowly removed the top of her saree from her shoulders and brought it down and pushed her breast forward

showing me her boobs. Both of them are almost ready to jump out of her blouse to be touched and caressed by me. She had the tingling feeling in her boobs arousing her more. I said “Position”. She put her hands behing her head with protruding boobs for me to inspect. I said ‘ mmmm they look really nice and seem to be burning longing for my touch, isn’t it?

She said,”MMMmmm” in reply almost like a moan. I know her cunt is already wet

She slowly removed the top of her saree from her shoulders and brought it down and pushed her breast forward

showing me her boobs. Both of them are almost ready to jump out of her blouse. They wanted to be touched and caressed by me. She had the tingling feeling in her boobs arousing her more. I said “Position”. She put her hands behind her head with protruding boobs lifted a little up for me to inspect. I said ‘ mmmm they look really nice and seem to be burning longing for my touch, isn’t it? She said,”MMMmmm” in reply almost like a moan. I know her cunt is already raging to engulf my cock,finger or my tongue or anything! I can see her beautiful stomach stretched a little bit because of her position, with a thin oval shaped navel and her curvy hips. Her stomach is also raising up and down with excited breathing. I am eating her body inch by inch with my eyes. In a nice way she started to enjoy my watching and inspecting her. I suddenly picked up the top of her saree slowly pulled it to unwrap her. As the saree is rolled around her body she has to roll herself to get out of it. As I pulled it slowly she turned round and round slowly nervously. Now she is standing in “position” without saree. Her skirt red in colour as I ordered her to wear is little tight and almost hugging to her lower body. Her beautiful shape of her thighs and her lower stomach are protruding gloriously through her skirt.

The cool AC and my sharp scanning of her personal body parts both made her tremble and shiver a little bit.

‘Turn around!’ I said.

She turn around and I was looking at her beautiful back pose with nice ass.

‘Push your bums a little!’ I ordered.

She slowly pushed it back for my viewing. I went down and lifted the bottom of her skirt high enough to see her bums.

‘Oooh! What a wonderful piece of ass!’ I praised. This praising made her to still push it out for me, as if she is asking me to eat it. After a while I said ” Turn around”.

She turn around and looked at me like pleading to take her.

I smiled at her. I went near and pulled the knot of the thin rope which was keeping her skirt tied to her hips. As soon as I removed the knot the skirt fell down showing me a shiny pair of thighs and that amazing erotic gift given to all the woman in the world, the sex mound!!! Her sex mound is already pushing out her panties and I could see a little bit of wetness there. She felt a little awkward when I looked at her wetness. I stared at it for a while and I can see it is getting more wet as I watch it.

I said, ‘mala my dear be patient and you’ll get the best of it!’

‘MMMMMM’ she moaned almost like groaning.

I can see her lips are so wet of her constant licking them and they quivered mildly. By now my erect cock straining inside started leaking precum. Now just to tease her more I removed my shirt slowly unbuttoning it. I left it on the corner of the couch next to me. She opened her mouth a little looking at my upper body with increasing tension. For her amusement I started to remove my baniyan as well showing her my upper body glistening with mild sweat.

‘MMMMMM’ she groaned again as if pleading me to release her from her ‘position’ to have a taste of me.

I myself felt the tingling sensation all over my body because of the cool AC and her devouring look. She looked at me with desire. I looked back into her eyes with passion and love. mecidiyeköy escort I can see her melting with desire, love and longing for me. Both of us could not bear the mounting tension. Here she is standing before me with perfect makeup wearing just the red blouse, red panties and red bra. Showing me her face with pouting lips, cleavage, stomach with that sexy navel and those trembling legs. Her love juice is seeping out of her panties more and more. Some of her hair from her bushy cunt is visible through the edges of the panties. The sight of it pulled me towards it. I went very close to it at almost a centimetre’s distance I sniffed and smelt the aroma coming out from her love juice and the earthy smell of her bush.

‘Oh!’ I groaned.

‘What a pleasant smell!!’

At these words her cunt responded with some more wetness. I rose up to face and said, ‘Remove your blouse, unbutton it slowly!’. She brought down her hands to the front of her blouse and with nail polished fingers started to unbutton her blouse breathing heavily. I enjoyed watching this, the slow revealing of her bra which is elegantly holding her milk mounds! She pulled off her blouse and looked me like asking what to do with it. I took the blouse from her hand and started to sniff and smell the blouse. It gave another variety of aroma, a strange mixing of her perfume and her armpit sweat. It sent my mind reeling. She watched me smelling it and enjoying it. She slightly turned and looked at her shaved armpits as if directing me to them. I didn’t want to disappoint her and I went near one of her right armpit and smelt it.

‘MMMMMMMHHHHH’ I groaned.

This left her mouth open and she is almost salivating. I looked at her beautifully quivering red lips.

‘Oh! Yeaaaah! I wanted to taste them like anything!

‘Turn around’.

She turned and I started smell her back from top to bottom. Her back, her ass, her thighs and her feet, they all smelt so amourously good!

She got goose pimples at my smelling and breathing so close to her body. Her body hair stood erect!

I rose up and said ‘turn around!’.

She did and I looked at her beautiful body just wearing her bra and panties.

She looked into my eyes and said,’Sir pleez pleeeeeez touch me!!!

She sounded like she’s crying for help. I know her whole body is aching for my touch, but I wanted to increase the degree of her raging sexual desire a little more!

‘Remove your bra!’

She quickly removed in a hurry and gave it to me. I saw a perfect pair of firm breasts mildly jiggling when she gave the bra to me. Her nipples were already erect and ready to pop. She had dark brown areolas, fairly big for her breast size.

I went close and smelt her breasts. Her body hair again stood erect. ‘MMMMMMMMMM Sir plleeez pleeeez Sir do me Oh pleeez’ now she is moaning, groaning loud and almost crying.

‘Quietly remove your panties, now!’ I ordered.

Again she did that in a hurry making her moderately big breasts jiggle and dance for me!

She brought down her panties and left it on the floor. I bent down to pick up her panties a part of it soaked in her love juice. I went close to her lovely bush covering her sex mound, smelt and inspected it. Some of her hair near her cunt walls are all wet already exuding fragrance of her protruding cunt!

Then I stood up and looked at her glorious body all over. By now she is continuously moaning and groaning for my sex! She has become hot like hell. I thought I might get burnt going near her! I took her panties and started rub it all over my chest and stomach with erotic desire.

This is too much for the aching venus standing before me. She cried ‘Sssirrr, pplleeez take meee!’

At these words I picked up her saree, grabbed her hands dragged her into her bedroom, the details of which I already knew from her emails!

Her bed has tall poles on all the four corners of it. So with her long silk saree I tied both of her hands to the two poles on the bottom side of her bed. I took one of the bed sheets lying there and tied her legs to the legs of the bed. Now she is standing in an ‘X’ shape both her hands and legs stretched. Now she is in a position completely exposing her body to me. Her breasts şirinevler escort are lifted up because of her raised hands. Her cunt is open like a vertical mouth because of her stretched legs. She is exposed, exhibited, and tortured by her increasing sexual hunger!

She felt like a whore wanting to be used and used and used, fucked and fucked and fucked till all her appetite for sex goes off!

She is continuously pleading for sex, groaning and moaning loud for hot sexual torture for her body!

I stood there infront her 6 feet away.

Slowly started to unzip my pants and removing it. She saw my mildly hairy legs and my straining cock!

‘Oh Gawd!’ she groaned.

‘Give it to me plleeeezzzz!Fuck me with it plleeezzz! Fuck my mouth! Fuck my cunt! Even Fuck my asshole if you want! But pleeezzz give it to me! Do something to me! Don’t leave me like this! Stop torturing me like thizz!’ she kept crying out loud to me like this.

I turned and showing her my back started to remove my brief. Now I pushed my bare bum towards her to see and swayed it a little!

‘Oh Gawd’ she kept shouting, ‘give it to me! I will eat it! Pleezz Sir let me lick all over your hot buttocks pleezzz!

A few seconds later I slowly turned to face her showing her my cock! Fully erect and leaking precum! She looked in awe at my hairy balls and cock like it’s an animal on its own!

My cock looked like a hungry beast waiting for its prey!

My precum dripping from the tip of my cock head, a drop dangled in a thin thread of precum for few seconds before falling down on the carpet.

‘MMMMMMMMMM’ she licked her lips extending her tongue out like a bitch.

‘Oh Sir give me that love rod of yours! Put it into my mouth and let me suck you dry! Sir pleezzz!’ she continued her feverish blabbering!!

I slowly walked to the hall picked up her panties, came back stood before her. She watched hypnotised my swaying balls and cock as I walked in. I tied her panties, after smelling it once more, around the base of my cock just to keep my cock more erect!

‘Oh Sir your love rod looks so gorgeous with my red panties tied to it!’ she praised.

‘Yes my love rod is a gift for you tied in a red ribbon that is your panties, my honey!’ I explained her.

‘Oh thank you so much Sir

MMMMMMMMMM plleeezz give it to me now hhhhaaa’ she begged.

‘Oh yes I will it give now!’ I said and went near her.

Her eyes brightened at my answer and she looked like a child about to receive her toffee.

Suddenly I went down.

‘But I will give not my love rod but my red hot tongue!’ I said extending my long red tongue out. And slammed my sharp stiff tongue into her delicious cunt swiftly.

‘AAHHHHHHHH GAWD OOOOOHHHHHHH PLLEEEEZZZZ’

she cried out loud. As I began my tongue fucking, my red hot tongue going in and out, in and out making her scream in sweet agony, ‘AAAOO, AAOO, AAOO, HHAAOO, HHAAOOO!’ she shouted out her pleasure of being gloriously fucked loud!

Her limbs tied, helpless and cunt alone is fucked by my soft and rough tongue, she was in heaven! Her whole body screaming to be embraced and made love, but for now only her love hole is getting fucked. She felt like her sex mound is the centre of her body mind and soul. ‘

‘OOHH GGAAAWWDDD OHHHGGHHGGGAAAWWDD OHH YEAAAHHHGGGG’ she kept screaming her head out. Streams of pleasure started from her sex hole and ran across her body driving her crazy! I attacked the walls of her cunt and her clit alternatively increasing her scream!

‘AAHH, AAHH, AAHH, AAHH, AHHA, AAHH, AAARRG, GGAAAHH,…’

her cries went on. The only way of her escaping this neverending ecstasy is ‘cumming’! So I decided to give it to her. I started licking her love bud very hard and fast! Lick lick lick lick lick lick!

I licked and slurped for while. Her screaming steadily rose to a high note!

Oooh oohho ooh oooh hhooohhh ohhhohhhhh!

And finally she cummed!

‘I cummmiiinnnggg!!’ she shouted.

‘AARRGGHHH AAAARRRRGGGGHHH AAAAGGGHH AAAAHHGGG OH YEAH OH YYEAAH OOH YYEEAAAHH THANKYOUHH THANKYOOUUU OHH OHH OHHH OHHH MMMMM MMM MMM MMM … ‘.

She slowly calmed down.

I rose up to her with her love juice all over my mouth and dripping from my chin.

I went near her face and kissed her beautiful lips sucking our tongues for a while. I sucked her lips and bit them softly. I slowly pulled off from her lips and stood a little away and she looked devouringly at my still erect gift for her! My SuperLoveRod!

How she got her gift is another story!

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September 15

Dear Master,

Today I couldn’t find a cock to fill up my poor cunt. I really tried! I’m so sorry…

I know we both need me to be fucked silly and used by a complete stranger. A stranger with a huge cock, so that I remember what it’s like to feel stretched to the limit. Humping back at it at the same time that I try to get away because it hurts so good… Feeling the ache between my legs for days as my poor little pussy tries to recover.

But you won’t let me. You’ll send me to get fucked again, won’t you? By someone else? Imagining you making me into your little one-night stand whore makes me so wet…

There is that nineteen-year-old boy, Arthur, who seems quite eager to use me like I need. He keeps calling me his little cockslut, his filthy worthless whore. I love it. I’m not even sure he knows what it means, and I love it.

I almost wish he didn’t speak English and I didn’t speak French. If there was a way we could just meet somehow. I would bend over for him, pull down my pants and beg him to fuck me. He wouldn’t understand my words, but the dripping pussy spread open for him and the pleading in my voice would tell him what I was offering.

I masturbated on camera yesterday, rubbing my clit for him. I flipped over and shoved a plug in my ass to show him how easily he would slip in. I wanted him to imagine my dirty hole closing over the head of his cock. Pumping inside a woman like he’s never done before.

My legs spread open so that my pussy was on full-view, I felt so hot and would have done almost anything for a cock, any cock, at that moment. I imagined him beating off to the video, showing all of his teenaged friends the American whore spreading herself open to their probing eyes.

I thought of the scenario you had suggested; sucking them all off, being covered in jizz. Being used quickly and frantically, like a prostitute rented for the hour. I know they would all blow their loads fast and it would make me feel powerful and smug to have sucked all of that cum out of their young, quivering cocks.

I even rented a hotel room, but he couldn’t make it…
September 16

Dear Master,

Today I went to Gabriele’s in the morning. In the afternoon I had an appointment at a latex designer here in Paris. The outfits were very beautiful and I can’t wait to order something so that I can wear it for you. Some of the selections are see-through and I know how much you love that. I imagine wearing them somewhere and you finding a dark corner to just fuck my brains out. I won’t even care if anyone sees me taking it on my hands and knees at your whim. The desires of your cock are mine to fulfill. Anywhere. Anytime.

In the evening I went out with Gabriele and some of his friends. Afterwards we went back to his place and I set up the camera in his room. I’m sorry the quality wasn’t very good and I didn’t do exactly what you wanted me to. I was tired and drunk.

I did take it in every one of my holes though, like a good slut. If you watch the video you’ll see how I moaned and screeched as he pounded my ass. I was thinking about how much you would love to see that, how you would watch him pumping in and out of me as you rammed your cock into my mouth over and over. After my ass started to ache, I told him that I needed him in my mouth, since he’d fucked my other holes. Can you believe I said that? Shy little me! Like a flower blooming I’m coming into my sluttiness. I think it’s beautiful, in a dirty sort of way.

You can actually see me suck him off until his hot cum filled my filthy mouth. I was happy when he picked up the camera and turned on the light. I knew you would jerk your dick off to seeing me coax the load out of his balls. Again, I only wish you’d been there behind me, shoving my head onto his cock as you made me scream with pleasure and quake on your own, deep in my twat.

The dirty talk rolled off of my tongue like never before. I feel like I’ve reached a new level of sexual need and wantonness. You helped me get here. I hope you like it. Hope you like how you have made me crave cocks and pussies constantly. What I wouldn’t do to get one…

September 17

Dear Master,

I woke up this morning and the first thing I did was get G hard and ride him until he came, groaning, in my tight pussy, just as you demanded. It filled me with pleasure to have his cock pumping inside me, but it made me glow to know I was doing it for you.

I rented the hotel for Arthur and myself. I planned everything out. I bought thigh-high stockings and a blindfold as he had requested. I planned on wearing nothing but that and positioning sefaköy escort myself ass up for his use. The first thing to touch me was to be his cock slamming into my vulnerable and exposed cunt. You cautioned me that it might be unwise, and I scoffed – what would he do, fuck me?

Even if he slammed me hard enough to hurt, I’d beg for more.

Then I begged you to be able to fuck Gabriele again. How hot would it be, I asked, to put on the same outfit and leave to have my pussy used again and again, without even showering. Two cocks in one night and Gabriele wouldn’t even know. What a fucking whore!

Then right before I executed my plan Arthur cancelled again. I was so bummed! What does it take to fill my cunt around here??? Do I need to walk around with a sign: “Horny American Girl – FREE FUCK!”?

Disappointed, I spent the evening with Gabriele.

When he came home I was naked. He started to strip and I quickly ripped off his underwear before swallowing his cock up in my soft, wet mouth. He groaned and told me he could have me do that for hours. Know what I made him do? Watch the video we had made at full volume while I sucked softly and languorously on his cock. He tried occasionally to thrust further or push my head down until all of him was enveloped in the cocoon of my mouth. I would shake my head and lick the shaft with only my tongue until he stopped trying to force his will on me. He was just to be a tool for my desire. For our dirty fantasies. He exploded in my mouth within a minute of the grand finale on the video. I knew you would enjoy me telling you that.

I left for the hotel at around midnight and talked with you until 2am. You demanded that I sign up for that hook-up website and start looking for some cocks to fill my hungry pussy. I hadn’t had one since morning!

With your orders ringing in my ears, I hunted for cock until it was quite late, sending messages that said only, “Your cock is beautiful, want to chat?”

September 18

Dear Master,

I showed up at Gabriele’s apartment at 11am. He was reclining in only boxers and I immediately felt myself grow wet. After the disappointment of Arthur cancelling again and salivating over all of those rigid members on the internet, I was aching when I woke up.

I ripped off his boxers after stripping myself nude. I made him hard with my hand and mouth and then mounted him, working myself off furiously against his pelvis. I was a bit mad with the need to cum. After I came, I flipped over and pulled him on top of me, shoving my hips against his so that his dick plunged into my cunt without him even moving to do so. I humped back on him until he came, fingering my clit while he did.

I can’t get all of these dirty thoughts out of my head! The fantasy that came unbidden was again of some sort of timed “fuck Emma” race. I could hear the other people waiting to fuck me urging him on, telling him he was taking too much time and, there was a line, after all. Then I imagined overhearing two of them agreeing to double-team me so as to get more time in whatever hole each chose. And I came again, quivering on my fingers, as G, too, groaned that he had reached his peak.

It was almost as if I had been out of my body and came back as my orgasm faded. I knew that I was there, with him, but what I was thinking about was being somewhere else. With several somebody elses. A line of cocks ready just for me.

He rolled off of me and I breathed heavily, dozing.

The next thing I knew, his cock was pressing at my pussy from behind again. I bumped back against it. I want cum so badly. Dripping out of my pussy so that I can smell it every time I pull down my underwear. A constant reminder sticking to my panties that I am merely a vessel. A little cumslut ready to spread her legs if I see a man get hard. I felt a rush of liquid heat as I thought about my cunt filled up with cum by a number of men.

I grudgingly reached for a condom and quickly slipped it over G’s rod, laying back with my legs spread so he could mount me. Why do I feel so empty when there isn’t cock filling me up?

I used his shoulders to fuck myself up and down as hard and fast as I could as he thrust up into me. It felt so good, but… I wanted that feeling I get when you fuck me hard. That sharp spasm when you hit my cervix. That explosion of pleasure when you shoot your load deep inside me.

I turned over and worked myself off again, while thinking of that same scenario. I just can’t stop thinking about being abused by endless cocks! You’re such a generous master to help satiate that need.

We ran errands and did lunch in silivri escort the park. He started annoying me, so when he tried to fuck me again before we went dancing I just sucked him off.

That sounds almost funny, that I sucked him off rather than fuck him because he was annoying me. I didn’t want to make him think I didn’t want his cock, because I do, even when he annoys me. First of all, I always want something in one of my holes more than I want them to remain empty. Also, he’s a “sure-thing” and I know that even when pussies like Arthur bail, I can ride Gabriele and reduce that burning need to fuck for a little while longer.

I need the way you humiliate me though. The complete wanton slut you bring out with only a look or a word. How I would give anything to be at your feet, ready to do as you wish…
September 19

Dear Master,

Your little bitch in heat needs her master’s cock…

I delayed Gabriele twice in the morning/afternoon, pleading that I needed a shower, which I would have after the gym. After our shower I was all clean and spread my legs for him again.

I love the way that sounds… “spread my legs.” So base and just… It reduces me to what lies between my legs, as I was meant to be. I can imagine you saying, “Emma, when I tell you to spread your legs, you fucking get on your back and make yourself available for anyone who wants a pass, do you understand?” Mmmmm. I understand.

I thought of you and how I was going to open my legs for someone else soon. I turned over and we fucked doggy-style while I stroked my clit. Gabriele came before I did, but I kept working back on his softening cock, using it because that’s what he’s there for, to fill me up and help me cum. I mean, isn’t that what you intended? For Gabriele to be a vanilla trinket for me to entertain myself while I’m away? There’s more, since he and I knew one another before, but still… I’m a lucky slut to have a dominant so understanding and generous.

I thought of meeting a random man and fucking him, on your demand. How I would send you a video of me working on his cock and how you would cum all over your hand jerking to me being your cockslut. You order me around and I jump to your demands for more and more perverse fantasies. Do you like me being your fuckdoll? I hope so… Because I love it.

September 20

Dear Master,

I’ve spent all day panting after cock. I hope I make you happy…

I had to change my underwear more often than usual. Sloppy wet from writing this journal and trying so hard to line up a hard cock for me to ride. Over 100 men have messaged me in the last couple of days. Can you believe that??? Even if half of them pussy out, that’s fifty guys I could fuck on a day’s notice.

I only want the big cocks though. Maybe we can figure something out. Nice men with huge cocks get to fuck me on video. Cute, nice boys with small cocks get blowjobs and cum on my face and tits while it’s being recorded. I like the sound of that… You know I like a small cock sometimes, so I can get it all in my mouth, slobbering until drool drips down their balls and covers my chin. Fuck, I love sucking dick! I’d want them to be cute because I have to see their face while I suck them off. Huge cocks can just fuck me doggy-style and I don’t care what they look like. The only thing my pussy and ass see is cock. Big beautiful cock. Is that too far? How whore-ish can I get before you reign me in?

I set up a date for 11pm. I was going to go back to his place but you made me get a hotel. In the end it was better because that way I got to send you videos of my whore initiation. I mean, I didn’t know his name, address, and I hadn’t seen his face. Just his huge, beautiful, turgid dick. You’re right though, it was safer. I just got so desperate for a cock and I so wanted to please you that I let my pussy do my thinking. Can you believe that? You with your throbbing cock being more rational than me about getting laid. What has the world come to?

I showered and got ready. I wore my skinny jeans, brightly colored peasant top, and black and silver sandals. Classy. I like doing degrading, humiliating, absolutely filthy things looking classy or innocent. Contrasts. It makes the beautiful more beautiful and the filthy more filthy. I had an intense moment, when I arrived at the meeting spot, when I realized that any one of the men at that metro could be this guy.

It could be that weird looking guy under the awning of the bakery. Uh oh.

Or he could have brought friends… it could be those four guys loitering at the entrance to the metro. Mmmm…

Or yenibosna escort that really cute guy over at the bus stop staring at me. Meow.

Or it could be any guy that walked up to me and said, “Wanna fuck?” Would I have said no? I probably should have. But I wouldn’t have. Maybe. Only if I thought you would be mad. Maybe I would have called you and begged to fuck this ballsy stranger. What would you have said?

Eventually he called me and I realized he was in a car. That’s when I found out his name – Mohammed. He was ok looking. Young, slim, not too shabby. I was a little nervous, but he drove us right to the address I dictated, and we had a drink. After maybe 30 minutes I invited him back to my room.

Oh! I forgot to say that I had checked in less than an hour earlier. I booked the room on the internet and they had to look up my reservation in the system. Then I walked in 30 minutes later, looking classy, this rough young guy with a swagger at my side. I’m sure they knew what was up…

We got to the room and chatted a little before starting to kiss. I straddled him and rubbed my cunt against his hardening rod, which pushed against my dripping slit through both of our pants. I took off my shirt. I wanted to rub my big tits in his face. His hands pawed at them in a completely untutored way. A young, grasping stud gearing up to pile-drive me. He stood and flipped me over. His arms were skinny but lifted me with relative ease. I took off my pants while he took off his and we were both in our underwear. Not for long. I wanted a look at that cock. A taste. Ok, ok! What I really wanted was it pressing against the back of my throat until I gagged and moaned and begged for more.

It was a very nice cock. Thick, especially towards the top, uncut. My eyes glinted and I jerked my hips in response. Oooh. A big dick to fill my cunt.

I sucked him into my mouth and he immediately told me how good it was in broken English. He was only 3 years younger than me, but I felt so much… more than him. Like he is a Level 2 Fucker and I’m a Level 8. Typing that makes me laugh.

I knew that he thought I was just some dumb whore who doesn’t know better than to get used by guys on the internet. Because clearly guys fuck and girls want more. But I know, and you know, that I’m even more hardcore than most of those guys. So I felt superior as he ordered me to suck his balls, stroke his cock, lube up my tits and let him fuck them. And when he shot his load all over them after less than a couple minutes I wanted to crow my victory. I am a better whore than you… Na-na-na-na-naaaa.

But I was also annoyed. I wanted that fuckstick in my cunt and now it was soft and useless to me. But he was young and I knew that if I sucked on that shrinking piece of meat it would soon be rock hard again. So I did. I craved his cock so much, and I was so ready for it, that I forced him hard with my mouth before urging him to smush it in me still half-soft. I knew the squeezing of my pussy would bring his soldier to full attention. After a few strokes, he was indeed hard again. Mmmm.

He really worked me over. My favorite part was when he turned me on my stomach and fucked hard while I lay on my hand and played with my clit. My head was off the edge of the bed and I could only see the floor and bed sway as he pounded me. I thought about the date I would have the next day with that Dutch dominant. I thought about all of the fucking you wanted me to do two days later. I realized I didn’t remember his name. And I came, screaming, while that stranger plunged his big fat cock in me, straining the walls of my pussy.

Eventually he wanted me to suck him off. Mohammed forced my head down, he slapped me in the face with his penis, he jerked on my hair to have me lick his balls. I started to get annoyed at how long he was taking. I mean, he hadn’t tried to make me cum (I’m just such a horny bitch that I did on my own) and he was expecting me to suck on his cock for over thirty minutes after we’d fucked for nearly an hour??? Eventually he did squirt his hot load all over my tits. I took one finger and rubbed it around a bit, giggly because I was covered in cum, which I adore.

Then I kicked him out. Said I needed a shower and to call you and saw him to the door. He looked nonplussed. What did he expect? He came without condoms (luckily I had one) and I had gotten all of the cock I could get. I was done with him. The last blowjob was just because I hate to see a hard cock go to waste, not because I wanted him to feel good.

We talked for a really long time after. You made me cum without touching myself. Can you believe that? Then, I cried, because in all of that dirtiness and filth that we enjoy together, there is beauty. Because while he fucked me with his cock, you were fucking my mind.

We’ve entered a new stage and I know we both realize it. You own me. And I love that. As of today, I am your lover, your friend, your wife-to-be, and your slave.

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As I left the bedroom that evening after shaving I saw her, naked, watching the moon come through the window as she stood there. Now was the time I decided to make two of her fantasies a reality. I reached inside my overnight bag and pulled out a pair of leather wrist cuffs. I knew that I could secure them to the eyelet above the window that you were able to hook a clothing line in. I had already surveyed that much of the room.

Silently padding up behind her I wrapped my arms around her and before she knew it had locked her wrists into the cuffs. I raised her arms by the cuffs and slipped the little loop over the eyelet holding her in place.

“Diane, I am not waiting any longer, as you stand naked before the window and everyone nearby can look in and see I am going to whip your sweet ass and then fuck you right there for all to see.

“Please sir, don’t do it like this, I thought…”

“CRACK!” the whip went and snapped against her ass. She silently shut her mouth and whimpered a moan of pleasure or pain at the time I wasn’t sure. Then I decided I would rather just spank my new slut with my bare hand as to make the contact more personal. Diane winced but managed to moan out, “One, sir,” exactly as I had instructed her to do if I were to spank her ever.

I reared back and swung again, cupping her ass as I hit it and lifting her slightly off her feet swinging on the eyelet above. “Two Sir,” she whimpered again. I continued the assault on her ass until she couldn’t cry out any longer. She was moaning and squealing in pain with each blow as I stood back and looked at her ass noticing the deep red marks. She was definitely going to be bruised and need some loving later.

I slowly stood behind her and let her sob and shake for a few minutes before I ran my hand up the insides of her thighs and found just how turned on she was her pussy was drenched and she easily accepted my digits as they probed her further. I reached back inside my bag and pulled out the non-piercing clamps for her nipples and walked around standing in front of her. I gently reached out and rolled her nipples as her eyes locked on mine. As the nipples became even more erect I pulled kayaşehir escort them taunt and then slid the little clamps down over them. I gave the little linking chain a good tug to make sure it was secure and she moaned once more as the pain and pleasure ripped through her body.

“I’m going to fuck you now my little one,” I told her sternly as I looked into her meek little eyes.

“But, sir, we agreed…” her voice tapered off.

I slapped her lightly and told her to hush, she was mine and I was going to claim all she had to offer.

I unhooked her from the eyelet and pushed her down on her knees, with a wicked smile she complained no more but opened her mouth and licked her lips as she leaned forward resting her head on my stomach as I pushed the tip of my cock against her lips. She teased me opening her mouth and lapping at the mushroom top before sucking it into her mouth and then pulling away, as she pulled away she blew over the tip and then lapped again at the slit leaking precum. I enjoyed the teasing so I let her continue, knowing that she was hoping to save the fucking for the next day if she pleased me with her mouth this night.

I pushed her back a bit and took her pigtails in my hand and thrust forward, right into her open mouth and she swallowed most of my cock minus a few inches. Her tongue danced along the veins and head as she bobbed her head and allowed me to use her mouth for my pleasure. She was moaning and that’s when I noticed that her hands were between her legs, still cuffed and she was playing with her pussy. I pushed forward and choked her with my cock stuffing her mouth full and into her throat it went. She tried not to gag and managed rather well but still now I was determined to fuck every hole she had before letting her loose.

I pulled away and stood her up, quickly pushing her back and onto the bed. I grabbed the silk tie that went to her robe that lay there on the bed and then the one from my own robe which she had lay out and tied each around an ankle as I put her legs spread eagle and fixed the ties to the bedposts.

“Please sir, no, not tonight, let me finish you off with küçükköy escort my mouth and you may fuck me in the morning any way you wish, I’ll wake you up with a little oral action if that pleases you my master.”

I cut her off by slapping her face again, “Slut, you are mine, you know this and you touched yourself without permission earlier, yes, I saw it. Now you’re right that I will fuck you in the morning and how you will wake me up but I am also taking you tonight.”

With that I slid over her and opened her delicate pussy with my fingers and pushed my cock just inside. Her hips raised up despite her own protests and she resided to the fate that I was going to fuck her tonight. I slid a few inches inside her as she whimpered and pleaded still and tried to offer anything but penetration tonight. I wasn’t having it though. I worked in and out until she could take a little more and then rammed the rest of my cock inside her as she screamed and moaned.

“Sir, yes, I mean no, I mean oh…fuck me sir, make me your whore if you must.”

I knew she was giving in but still going to protest as I started fucking her harder and faster. I continued to slide in and out making circles with my hips touching every inner inch of my pleasure toy. I fucked her hard, I fucked her slow, I mixed up the pace so that she would remain on edge longer and to prolong my own orgasm.

She was finally squealing and moaning “Oh gods” when I untied her as I pulled out and put her face down on the bed. I rammed my cock back into her wet slit and was greeted by her pushing back this time, eager to accept it all.

It was then that I started rubbing her tiny asshole and working a finger into the puckered opening, she relaxed enough for me to work the whole digit in as I filled her pussy with my hard cock. I then pulled out and went down, starting to lick her ass and tease her asshole with my tongue as I paused to tell her to finger herself and rub her clit with permission this time. She was giggling and moaning and crying so overwhelmed with her desires and needs as I straightened back up and nudged her asshole with my cock.

“No sir, not there, merter escort I fear I can’t take your big cock back there yet.”

I swatted her already red ass and pushed feeling the head slip past the tight ring and deep inside her asshole. I worked it in and out until my balls were finally slapping her ass. As soon as I accomplished this she screamed out, “Yes, fuck me in the ass master, give it all to me please. Take your slut and use her.”

I did just that holding her hips and driving my cock down and into her ass deep with each thrust, I soon felt the sweat rolling down both our body and knew that I had to cum, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I slammed in and out as fast as I could and ass I started to cum I pulled out and spun her around, she opened her mouth and waited patiently.

A few more strokes and I was painting her tongue with cum, warm and thick and just how she had claimed she loved it. I pulled and jerked my cock until no more cum would spurt and then reached down to untie her and uncuff her hands. Once free I led her to the bathroom and turned on the shower, washing her off and feeling her little hands doing the same to me.

We stayed under the water until it began to get cold and then dried off and ran out to the bedroom. I told her to kneel down and when she did I put a blindfold over Diane’s eyes. I pulled one last item out of my bag and then bent down and kissed her forehead as I placed the thing around her neck. It was a simple item really, remembering it now, a light blue choker that would be her collar, easy to wear out in public as a symbol of our bond and discreet. But also a hint to those in the lifestyle that we would pass when I took her the next night to a club for our lifestyle.

But to return you to the collaring I stood her up and took off the blindfold and kissed her lips, “Now you belong to me and the little charm here says so,” I said, lifting it and showing the charm to her. “Master J’s pet,” is what the little heart with the lifestyle symbol on the back said.

As she started to cry I kissed her and lay her down on the bed and slid back inside her and made love to her, she may be my submissive but that doesn’t always mean we have to be rough. I whispered that sentiment to her through her tears she just smiled and wrapped her legs around me and dug her nails into my back.

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I felt positively giddy as I drove to Scott’s house. As I waited at a stoplight, I checked his text to me once more to be sure there had been no misreading of what he wanted.

“Elaine didn’t compare to you. Come back to my bed. Now.”

Did it bother me that he had not only fucked this Elaine, only hours after he had finished with me? Was I hurt that he had all but dismissed me from his bed the other day, casually and almost contemptuously informing me that he was going to fuck another woman? Should I resent being treated as a slut at his beck and call? Was I a fool to allow this man to have his way with me when I could have any man that I wanted on my terms? My head knew the answer was yes, but my heart yearned for Scott, and my pussy was wet and ached for his cock. It was only the other day that he had given me the most incredible sex of my life, having stripped away my pride and haughty self-confidence, leaving me totally compliant and helpless to do naught but give into him completely.

I had given my pride away and was left with only desire. Well, it was more than simple desire that sped me on my way to his house. It was more than just the physical need for Scott to hold me naked in his arms and to penetrate me, though I desperately wanted him to do both. I had never been so low as I had for the past day or so, knowing that he had been with another woman so soon after marking me. I wanted to reclaim his entire male essence and make it mine. I wanted Scott to know that I would yield to him in every way that a woman could, so that he would never want any one else.

And with that thought uppermost in my mind, I found myself at his door, my heart pounding. And before I could knock, he opened the door and I was instantly in his arms, our mouths hungrily joining in passionate need. Scott’s cock was already full erect, straining at his shorts and pressing into my body. I held nothing back, my impassioned, desperately wanting kiss telling him all that he needed to know. My breasts ached for release as they flattened against his manly chest. And release them he did, in one swift motion as he literally ripped off my blouse and undid the clasp of my bra. And then I felt the roughness of his unshaven cheeks against my soft breasts. He devoured them, his mouth suckling my nipples as he cupped and savored the fullness of my charms. I melted and yielded to his passionate need for my body, whispering my desire for him to take me.

And then he roughly pushed me to my knees, and I knew what he wanted. I tugged off his shorts and my mouth found and engulfed his erect penis, so beautiful, thick and veiny and as hard as a diamond. Even as I sought to be careful with his sensitive organs, he thrust his erection repeatedly into my mouth, his low-hanging testicles slapping against me. I gagged and tried to pull away, but was unable to dislodge his cock, which continued to piston my mouth. My eyes watered with the pain of trying to pleasure him, and then, thankfully, he pulled me to my feet and held me at arm’s length away from him. As he looked me in the eye, he tugged off my skirt and once more I stood before him, naked and defenseless. And then, with a kiss his hand found my pussy, and he found me dripping wet with desire. I looked at him with expectant, wanting eyes and he took me in his arms and carried me to his bedroom, his sexual prize. And I knew that he had me totally — body and soul.

And he laid me on his bed, naked and completely his to with as he pleased. He moved his body on top of mine, my legs spread in submission as he positioned himself to enter me. His cock found the opening to my vagina and in one thrust he buried himself inside of my body. And I came. I came with such intensity, feeling his erect penis filling me once more, completely and to a depth I had only dreamed of. I no longer cared about his other women, about who else he had pleasured. I only wanted Scott to be balls-deep inside of me. And as he continued his vigorous plundering of my body, I relaxed and yielded completely to him.

Scott moved me from beneath halkalı escort him to my knees, his desires forcing me to accede to his sexual demands. I complied with his every requirement, moving this way and that as he sought his pleasure. And I came. Over and over, until I was almost drunk with the release he provided me. I physically ached for him to be done with me, so sore had he made me with his vigorous lovemaking. With slow, unhurried strokes he fed his full length in and out of my body, his control of our mating was total. His hands sought out my low-hanging breasts and I was pleased that he enjoyed them so much. His touch was firm but surprisingly gentle as he caressed them. And then, as he tossed me once more beneath him, I heard his voice.

“You’re mine, Cheryl. Understand? You’re mine to do with as I want.”

“Yes,” I replied. “Oh god, yes. Don’t you know how much I love and want you?” My gasped reply was almost inaudible.

“Good,” he replied. He took my legs over his shoulders, exposing my defenseless pussy. I had this fleeting thought that it was almost unfair for a 6’4″ muscled specimen like Scott to be using a woman as petite as I am in such a savage way. And his entry was indeed savage and I cried out in real pain. But if anything my cries spurred him on as he drove into me with pile-driver intensity.

And then, as my hands sought out his slender, muscled buttocks to steady his motion, I felt his body tense as he bottomed out. Scott released his seed once more inside of me. And as I felt his ass clench and unclench, I knew that each rhythmic pulse signaled a release of his seed inside of me. I visualized the tip of his penis sending out volleys of virile sperm against my cervix, spurt after spurt of his potency filling my ravaged vagina. One more I carried his alpha male essence; his liquid offering finding a home in my most private place. I had become a receptacle for his sex. And I didn’t care. I didn’t care about the other men who wanted me, so long as I could give this one man my female essence entirely. And, yes, that meant impregnating me. What woman would not want a child with a man like Scott?

We lay there for some time, both spent and exhausted. Scott enfolded me in his arms and once more I slept contentedly, my head against his chest. He was all that I wanted and I knew that it would be on his terms. I no longer cared whom he might be with so long as he would be with me as well. Well, that’s not true. It did bother me. But I knew that I would have to acquiesce to his need to have other women. I wondered how many other women were in his stable and had fallen for him as I had. My coming so quickly to his house and to his bed in response to his summons, or rather his command, left no doubt of my sluttish needs.

As I idly stroked his chest, I was conscious of his cum continuing to seep from my opening, half an hour or more after he had finished. It was almost unreal to think that one man could produce so much cum, and even more amazing as I reminded myself that he would have had to recharge after being with Elaine. It’s no wonder that men are so horny, with all of that pent up sperm in their bodies. Maybe that’s all a woman really is to a man, a vessel into which they pour out the contents of their balls. If so, then I would have my hands full satisfying a stud like Scott, whose sexual needs were unrelenting. I was going to have to accommodate him; that much was certain.

As he slept soundly, I shifted a bit so as to examine his sex more closely. His spent penis lay against his thigh and even flaccid, it was impressive and I wanted to examine this giver of pleasure more closely. Even without the wellspring of blood that swelled it to hardness, I marveled at its size. It was a beautiful, golden brown color, offset by a lighter, pinkish color at the tip. A smear of our juices had dried on his thigh, where it rested, quiescent for the moment. I carefully lifted his cock and ran my fingers over its length. Scott shifted slightly in his sleep, his legs opening slightly to ikitelli escort reveal his balls. I knew that they were busy creating countless millions of sperm cells even as he slept. I wondered casually where they would find a home and then smiled, knowing that certainly Scott would require my body at least once more before sending me on my way again. I had only been with a few men of course, but none of them had a sac to match his. I thought that he was part bull and part man, driven solely by his testosterone, which his balls produced in equal proportion to the life giving seed they churned out. Both were surging into his body even now.

And I had to have him in my mouth, and so I did, fellating him slowly and gently. And even in his slumber he responded as I felt the blood filling and distending his cock. The veins on his stiffening penis now stood out clearly, as they poured blood into the spongy tissue. The transformation of a penis into a cock was a marvel, and I think for the first time in my life I appreciated the magic of this change. And I was determined to bring Scott’s cock to its full magnificence. He was awake now, his hands stroking my hair as he moaned with pleasure. I felt his cock pulse slightly and as I pulled my mouth from him, I saw a tiny upwelling of semen appear at its tip, knowing that a full measure of his male liquid could not be far behind.

Scott positioned me on my side and with my ass pushing into him, his cock once more found and pushed past my opening. He was still a bit sleepy as his motion was slow and gentle. It turned me on to hear the squishy sounds of our lovemaking, as I still carried quantities of his fluid from our earlier session. Scott played with my breasts as he drew me tightly to his body. Then, he arose and without skipping a beat, pushed me down into the sheets. As he began to thrust into me more vigorously, I felt his recharged balls slap repeatedly against my ass. I knew instinctively that he would not last long, and he didn’t. Once more his cock spasmed inside of my vagina, sending out its potent contents in forceful spurts. I knew by now that each of his deep grunts signaled an ejaculation and I felt four separate pulses. I lay motionless so as to give him full control of his orgasm. When he had finished inseminating me, he fell on top of me as I felt the full weight of his massive frame press down on my tiny body, almost smothering me. But I stayed as still as I could be. Then as he pulled himself off of me, there was an audible plop as his softening cock withdrew from my body.

“Was that good for you, baby?” I asked, knowing full well that it was.

“Damn right it was. You just couldn’t let me sleep, could you?” He smirked knowingly.

“I love pleasuring you, Scott. And I don’t know, I just wanted to touch and look at you naked while you slept. I sort of got carried away.” I smiled at him and he took me in his arms and kissed me. I responded and felt my pussy throb with desire. What a slut I was becoming! I touched myself and a surge of his spunk came out of me and onto my fingers. I brought it to my mouth and tasted our mixed juices and smiled coyly.

“Do you do nothing but make cum? It’s ridiculous how much you put into me! Look at the mess you made!” I giggled, pointing at the huge wet spot beside me.

“My nickname isn’t Peter North for nothing, babe.”

“Who’s Peter North,” I asked.

“A porn star, famous for the volume of his orgasms.”

“Oh, I see,” I said making a mental note to Google his name when I had the chance.

“And speaking of which, tell me what you’re doing for birth control. We never got around to discussing that. Now’s probably a good time, seeing as how you have several hundred million of my little swimmers deep up inside of you.”

“Don’t worry,” I said matter-of-factly. “I’m fitted with an IUD. I took care of that before I got online — slut I might be, but I’m not stupid.”

Scott grinned, “Yeah, you are becoming quite the hungry little slut, aren’t you?” I should have been pissed at kağıthane escort him saying this, but instead it excited me. “But, here’s the deal. You fuck only me. That’s how this is going to work. Understood?” The tone of his voice was harsh.

“I have no problem with that. I deleted my profile and kicked the two other guys I was going to do to the curb. But you have to promise me something.” And my look was serious.

“Promise you what? That I’m only going to be with you? Ain’t gonna happen.”

I sighed, hearing him voice what I already knew to be the truth of our connection. “No, that’s not what I meant. I just want you to promise me that you will make love to me on something approaching a regular basis. I mean, my motor is running now and you’re the only one who’s going to drive this body.” And I sat up and proudly displayed my naked body to him.

“Mmmm, yeah, I can do that,” he said as he helped himself to a handful of my bared breasts.

“And, Scott, promise me that you will be sure that the other women you are with are clean. I don’t want to catch something.”

“That’s a given,” he said. “Besides, I’m more selective than you might think.”

“Really?”

“Really. Elaine has been a regular partner for over a year. She’s divorced, doesn’t want to date as she has two young kids, and we get together a couple of times a month — strictly sex.”

For some reason I felt relieved, although why I felt that way, I don’t know.

“And I service two couples I met on the site, or rather I service the wives while the husbands watch.”

“Really?” I was genuinely intrigued, although I knew from his validations that he enjoyed couples.

Scott laughed, “Yeah, really! I mean, I’m open to new women, but, frankly, with you in the stable, my needs should be more than met. You’re going to be my ‘rich bitch’, which makes what I’m getting from you all the more pleasurable. I’ve always wanted to service a classy woman like you.”

His words thrilled me. And I suppose he was right. I was rich and could definitely e a bitch when I wanted to be. “So, you like taking control of a woman like me, do you?” I grinned. “Well, then that’s what I’ll be then — your ‘rich bitch’ slut! You know, speaking of rich, I am quite well off. Would you consider letting me buy you things or take you with me on vacation sometime?”

“Sure, why not?” he said with a laugh. “I’ll be your boy toy, if that turns you on.”

“It does.” And I meant it. It did turn me on. And I was so glad to know how we would be together after this. But I had one question. “Did you know I would come running back to you when you texted me today?”

“Yeah, I did. You loved what I did to you the first time, but I had to give you a day or so to soak in the simple fact that I am generous with my cock. That’s why I told you about Elaine. Sex is on my terms. Women want an alpha but they also want to manage him when they get one. Let them practice their wiles on the millions of beta males out there. You deserve and crave what I offer as an alpha. And you’re a true cum slut, but only if what you’re getting in your pussy is of superior quality and quantity. Tell me I’m not right.”

My reply was immediate. “You’re absolutely right. It turns me on so much to be carrying your seed in body. That’s sort of the way we women are wired — the oxytocin doesn’t flow unless the man is right for us. And you are so right for me. But I promise not to be a problem for you, I mean, get all possessive and mushy.” And I paused. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t fall in love with you. I’ll let you be a man if you will let me experience all that I want as a woman.”

“Done and done!” he said as he clapped his hands together. “Come here, you.”

And I melted into his arms. And for the first time, he truly made love to me, tenderly and with passion. I couldn’t get enough of his kisses. And when a few hours later, I left him sleeping soundly in the bed, I walked unsteadily to the door, and was conscious of how sore I was. Perhaps it was all for the best that he had other sexual options. I seriously doubted that I could physically handle all that he required of a partner. For now, all I wanted was a warm bubble bath at my place; and the chance to take in the events of the last few days.

And as I walked to the car, I muttered to myself that I really should get that IUD.

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If we were to meet I would expect you to wear a see through blouse, no bra! A short skirt, stockings suspenders and panties would be optional.

We would meet in a public place for our first meeting, say a park or pub. Let’s say a pub.

We would meet in the car park and walk in together, sitting in a quiet corner I would ask what you wanted to drink and as I rose to fetch you a drink I lent over and told you to remove your jacket by the time I returned.

When I returned I told you to move your arms to your side so I could see your hardening nipples poking through the blouse, your dark areola, clearly visible. I leant over to kiss you on the cheek and pinched your nipple between my finger and thumb; such took a sharp intake of breath, but did not attempt to remove my hand.

I then leaned further over and told you to go to the ladies and remove your panties, returning with them in your hand to present to me.

When you returned I took your panties and discreetly accepted them before raising my hand to my nose to smell your newly removed panties. I then slip them into my pocket and slide nearer to you. Ordering you to open your legs, I slip a hand up your skirt and insert one then two fingers into your extremely aroused cunt.

Again you take a sharp intake of breath, I slowly wiggle my fingers ensuring a liberal coating of your cunt juice, washes over them before removing them and smelling the fingers, I then order you to lick them clean.

Next I tell you we are going for a drive, and take hold of your coat so you have to walk from the back of the pub out to the car park with all the men staring at your aroused nipples.

Once in my car I tell you to undo your top five buttons on your blouse, allowing me a generous view of your cleavage. As we drive I ask you questions about yourself and after every third question you are ordered to UN do another button.

Soon your blouse is fully UN buttoned and I order you to open it wide, your tits are now on full and open view. As we drive other vehicles pass us and sometimes the try to remain beside us as they can see your upper torso naked.

I then turn off on to a country road which leads to a woody lane; I turn off the engine and order you to raise your skirt. I continue to order it raised until I can see your pubic hair clearly and your aroused cunt lips open like a precious flower.

The single touch of my finger is enough to start your climax, as your sexual arousal has been climbing since you began to get ready of our date.

I reach into the glove box and remove a rampant rabbit vibrator and instruct you to insert it in to your cunt until the ears lightly touch your clitoris.

I then turn on the head to a slow hum, whilst the ears to a much faster hum and bigger vibrations. I warn you that you will have to keep it there until we arrive at your home and if you cum before that you will be punished.

By the time we get to your place, you have failed to prevent yourself Cumming, I allow you to fasten just two buttons of your blouse and to put your skirt down over the top of the rabbit. I then warn you that if you allow the rabbit to fall out of your cunt, you will receive additional punishment.

We walk slowly to your front door and you open it and step inside. Where I allow you to remove the rabbit, but before you can go anywhere it has to be licked clean.

Ask you to choose your form of punishment, will it be a good sound spanking on your arse, or a less firm spanking on your breasts, or an even less severe punishment of your cunt lips with my hand.

You kneel before me and beg Master which ever punishment you decide to give me I fully deserve. I order you to remove my prick from my trousers using only one hand and your mouth. Failure to do so will result in you receiving all three punishments.

You struggle but manage to retrieve my prick, and as you bring it out of my trousers, it is held between your lips, so I naturally tell you to suck me to full hardness.

Mean while I have UN buttoned your two remaining buttons and removed your blouse. I wait until your have fındıkzade escort done your job on my cock before making your remove your skirt. Next I tell you to serve me a cup of tea in the living room as you are and it had better be done with style and courtesy or you will suffer.

You return after five minutes, placing my cup of tea on the table beside me and try to do a little curtsy. I bring my hand up in between your legs and locate your erect cut.

Part 2.

When your nipples are rock hard, I complain that you have not satisfied my desire to have your cunt juices smother my hand. I instruct you that you will now have to face all three punishments.

Order you to kneel down over the edge of the settee and to open your legs as wide as you can. I tell you that after each punishing slap you will say, thank you master I still need much more training to be a worthy slut for you.

My first slap lands on your right arse cheek, thank you master I need to be punished more, you reply. A harder slap lands on your left arse cheek as I correct you and tell you I want word for word the information I gave you originally. Thank you master I still need much more training to be a worthy slut for you. I repeat.

You then repeat it word for word, as the next slap lands directly on your cunt lips, as I drag my index finger backwards along your cunt lips, it slips inside and brushes against your cut. You gasp as it drags it lightly backwards. This is repeated a further five times, right cheek, left cheek and then the cunt.

I then make you kneel up and reach behind you to grip your ankles in your hands, this tilts your upper torso back presenting your breasts at the right angle for their punishment. Six slaps rain down on each breast and as I with draw my hand each time your nipple is both pinched and stretched.

When you have correctly accepted your punishment, I stick my cock in your face and order you to lick its length and make sure you don’t forget to kiss my balls.

This continues for five minutes until I begin to face fuck you, ordering you to take my whole length of seven inches into your mouth.

As my climax nears, I withdraw my cock and order you to masturbate your cunt in front of me while I finish drinking my cup of tea. I tell you that I want you to make yourself cum, by the time I have finished my cup of tea or I will have to make you cum another way.

You fail to make your self cum properly, so I grab you by the hair and make you lead me to the kitchen where I order you to find me a broom.

I then make you lay on the cold kitchen floor and to insert the end of the broom handle into your cunt. I gently begin to force 6 inches of the handle up you before slowly removing almost all of it.

I the begin to flick you with the handle, until you are begging me” master please allow me to take your cock in me, fuck me in the cunt or my arse which ever you my master desires, I am only fit to serve you my master in any way you see fit.”

I then allow you to continue fucking yourself with the handle as I take some pictures of you. As you begin to climax, I order you to remove the handle and to finish yourself off with your fingers.

Part 3.

I then make you lead me to your bedroom where I command you to show me your sex toys and order you to get me two pairs of stockings. I take the stockings, tying one to your left wrist; I securely bind it to your right wrist behind your back. Next I tie a stocking around your waist and attach a third to the front of this, pass it through your legs and pull it tight before fastening it at the rear.

The Stocking is forced tightly into your cunt lips pressing against your clitoris. I then take your smallest sex toy and ease it into your cunt, turn it fully on and ensure it can not fall out by securing it in place with the stocking. I take the remaining stocking and use it to blindfold you. I tell you that you’re going to be made to cum until you cannot cum anymore. I take a large vibrator and place it against your old, before turning the toy to full speed.

You fulya escort hips begin to buck, as your excitement begins to build. A further toy is turned full on and pressed against your anal ring, without entering your arse. You are literally trapped between the two vibrating toys front and rear. As your excitement rises you begin rocking back and forth on these two toys. The vibrations in your cunt help to push your body towards the inevitable climax

You begin to moan, begging me to fuck you. I tell you that you are my slut and as such you will need to earn my cum. You will have to show me that your worthy of my prick entering your wet slutty cunt. You beg me to tell you how you can show me you are worthy. I simply reply that you must obey my every instruction without question. Then and only then will your body prove itself worthy of my cock and cum.

I wedge the two vibrators in place using the stocking cutting into your cunt I then take two spring loaded pegs and pinch your left nipple and attach the peg to it, I repeat this four times as pegs are attached to your left breast around your nipple, I repeat the whole procedure on your right breast, by which time your in the middle of a violent climax, your knees buckle and you slip onto your knees.

I take my now erect prick and slip it between your lips, I command you to suck me off, but not to swallow my cum, I instruct you to allow it to dribble from your mouth on to your tits. Then I begin to fuck your mouth with my 7″ prick, slowly to start with and then speeding up as you become accustomed to my prick’s thickness.

You use your tongue to lick the underside of my penis, as it invades your mouth and you do your very best to hasten my Cumming. After some ten minutes of this treatment I finally shoot my sticky white fluid into your mouth and as instructed you allow it to dribble from the comers of your mouth on to your breasts.

I order you to clean up my cock, which you do and just as you finish yet another climax, you ask for permission to go to the loo. I instruct you that your body is mine and therefore you are not allowed to go to the toilet unless I escort you and you will not be allowed to undo your hands to clean yourself up so if you’re desperate to go, I will have to wipe you dry.

In the toilet I allow you to go to the loo but without undoing the stocking which is holding the three vibrators in place, so you have to piss through this stocking and it soaks the stocking and your toys. Adding to your discomfort I then take you to the bath area and allow you to stand in the bath I release your hands and allow you to remove all the stockings and toys from your body, you are just about to remove the first of the pegs when I interrupt you and tell you, you can remove the pegs but must not squeeze the pegs to do so.

This means that the only way to remove them would be to pull them away from your body until they snapped away from your breasts. You gingerly try this on the first one but find it too painful to do a second one. You plead with me to allow you to remove them normally and in return you promise to be my undivided slave for a whole weekend to be used and abused as I saw fit. I warn you that you would be well advised to consider this carefully as I had a private party planned for five males and their girlfriends where you would have to serve them as a French maid and allow them to use your body as they saw fit.

You agree to this and I allow you to gently remove your pegs. I allow you to clean yourself up and get dressed. You join me back in the living room where we sit and chat about your likes and dislikes. The rest of the evening we chat as equals and no further demands are made upon your body. How ever I do leave you instructions for going to bed that night. You are to insert the largest vibrator you can stand, into your arse and to fuck yourself there until you climax, I tell you I will phone you the next moaning for a blow by blow account of it, including how you felt.

Part 4.

The party.

About a week alter our first meeting, I call you gaziosmanpaşa escort and order you to bathe, dress in the French maids uniform I sent you and to ensure you wear no underwear An hour later I am knocking on your door to collect you, we drive in silence to a hotel where you are deposited in a large room. I inform you to get the things ready; you find twelve glasses and a tray with wine chilling in the fridge.

After what seems like ages, but is only ten minutes, I knock on the door and lead five males and there female partners into the room. I stand talking to them and indicate to you to serve the wine, as you approach me, I announce this is Katerina, my slut French maid, who will not only serve us tonight but will be our entertainment as well.

I further explain that she can not refuse any suggestion made to her and any one whom wishes to may indulge in a quick feel as long as no other guest is kept waiting for drinks. I also warn you that later you are to remove your maid’s uniform and serve us naked.

The party begins to warm up as several of the women engage you in conversations while feeling your breasts and at the same time their partners are feeling your cunt. You then accidentally spill a glass of wine and I immediately call you over to me. I chastise you for the spilt wine and confuse you by saying you will replace the wine immediately.

I then order you to remove your uniform and in front of everyone, I hold the empty glass in front of your cunt and order you to fill it will your piss, you find it difficult to begin pissing with everyone watching you until I warn you that you have until I count to ten to begin filling the glass or I will have every member present spank you on your cunt with three slaps each. You realize that it would mean 33 painful slaps on your cunt.

You literally force a few drops of piss out by the time I counted to Sand had managed a full flow by 10. When you filled the glass you could not stop your flow and others dipped their glasses in to the flowing urine to mix it with their wine.

I raise the glass of full urine and order you to drink the fluid that it contains. You gingerly take the glass and try to swallow it in one go. But as you raise the glass a woman begins to feel your wet cunt, and slides three fingers deep into you.

You eventually drain the glass and are lead over to a coffee table where you are laid down, each woman in turn kneels between your legs and begins to eat you out, whilst the men stand in a circle with their pricks all exposed and begin wanking over your prone body.

By the time the third woman has brought you to your third orgasm, the pricks begin to cum, each prick launches a torrent of spunk on to your upturned body, and most of them are aimed at your tits and face. By the time the last penis has erupted over you, you are a mass of cum splashes from head to toe and are in the middle of your fifth orgasm. Two of the women then begin to lick you clean whilst a third squats over your face and orders you to lick her out.

You are then made to lick out each woman in turn; the last three after their cunts have been filled with someone’s spunk. Then your lead away to a bathroom where you are allowed to clean yourself up before being lead back to the coffee table and you are tied face down to it. Your legs are secured to woe of the legs and your arms to the other two legs. It is now impossible for you to close your cunt off from being felt or flicked and each guy in turn, inserts his penis into your cunt and flicks you but pulls out before shooting his cum over your back.

When all my guests are sated, they begin to leave the room, where I come over to you and tell you that as my messy little slut, you have pleased me no end tonight and for doing so I have a special gift for you. You begin to wander what the gift may be, until you feel my own prick pushing against your anus. I whisper into your ear, yes bitch your reward is to have me flick your arse and my spunk shot up your tight little arse hole.

Your almost too exhausted to resist but suddenly feel something large and stiff begin to force its way into your cunt, I laugh as I see the shock on your face, before I announce, yes it’s the rampant rabbit for your cunt while my prick flicks your arse. You by now are almost Cumming no stop as my prick erupts deep inside your arse and I with draw it to present it to your mouth for sucking clean.

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A/N This is my first story ever. I would love to receive your feedback. Good or bad.

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In the big city there lies a coffee shop catering to an exclusive list of working women. These women range from titans of industry, elected political leaders, prize winning authors, to everything in between. Powerful woman from all across the globe come to this small coffee shop located in the middle of this unremarkable city for one thing…to be dominated by stronger more powerful women.

One such woman was Melonie Basu, Indian billionaire heiress and philanthropist. On her way to help refugees in Latin America, she decided to make a small detour to a certain coffee shop. This was not her first time being served, she put on the mask all patrons are required to wear, sat down at one of several available tables and leisurely flipped through the menu.

A moment later a server appeared. Wearing the coffee shop’s uniform; black buttoned jacket with a grey vest and white shirt underneath. She was young, skinny, had brown curly hair and green eyes. The server smiled at Melonie, placing one gloved hand behind her back and the other over her right breast. “Good evening honorable patron,” She said, bowing, her voice deep and heavily french accented. “Who shall you be having today?”

Melonie had to lean her neck all the way back to meet the towering server’s eyes. She placed her long manicured fingernail over a picture on the menu “Her.” She said.

“Valentina Petrov. Russia’s Olympic gold medalist speed skater. Excellent choice, madam.” She said bowing again. “What flavor?”

“Vanilla.” Melonie replied.

The sever took a step back and extended her arm “Right this way.”

Melonie trailed behind the server, walking at a brisk pace to keep up with her long strides. When they arrived at the big red door, at the far end of the small coffee shop, it opened automatically. Melonie stepped through; the server smiled at her, said goodbye then turned on her heels walking away as the door closed behind her.

She stood in a 36″ x 48″ box. A moment later the box shook and descended towards the basement level of the coffeeshop.

When the doors opened, there was a long hallway lined with thick black doors. Melonie walked passing door after door until she reached a room where the door wasn’t closed. She stepped inside the room, it was furnished like a small studio apartment; there was a queen sized bed, a desk, television, a wall covered in hundreds of toys and instruments of varying sizes. There was also a woman, Valentina avcılar escort Petrov, standing in the middle of the room. She had a large physique: chiseled six pack abs, large biceps, muscular thighs, and a prominent jawline. It was if she were sculpted from marble and brought to life. She wore black leatherette chaps and bra decorated with studs. No bottoms, her pussy was out in the open, wiry fair pubes groomed into the fashion of a mohawk. Her golden hair was pulled back into a tight ballet bun at the back of her head.

“Close the door and strip.” Valentina said, her voice rough and thickly accented.

Melonie closed the door then moved towards the center of the room “Let’s skip the bullshit and get down do it. I’m quite busy and can’t stay long.”

Valentina didn’t respond. She walked over to the wall, surveyed the collection of instruments, before deciding on her instrument of choice. Gripping the short leather riding crop in her hand she strolled over to where Melonie stood, eyes following her.

Melonie held her breath. Heart pounding in her chest, beads of sweat running down her long neck. She gulped as she watched Valentina circle around her, like a shark, fierce eyes piercing through her.

“I said strip!” Valentina smacked Melonie across her ass with the riding crop.

She let out a satisfying howl.

“I say do, you do, yes?”

Melonie glared at her and received another quick smack across the ass.

“Yes?” Valentina asked again. Raising the riding crop for another hit.

“Yes.”

Melonie undid each button on her black blouse and dropped the garment onto the floor. Then she unzipped her vintage pink pencil skirt letting it puddle around her ankles. Stepping out of her Stuart Weitzman tanzanite heels, she kicked them along with her skirt across the room.

Valentina circled Melonie, dragging the riding crop across her body, inspecting her. She wore a sheer pale peach bra and brazilian cut thong with grey streaks lingerie set. She had cinnamon colored skin, full lips, brown eyes, a long wide nose, and a curvy figure. Her silky coal black hair brushed the top of her ample breasts.

Valentina circled the riding crop around Melonie’s areola through the fabric of her bra. “Now the rest.” She said.

Melonie did as she was told.

“Very good. You’re like a cute puppy,” Valentina said “and in this room I am your master. You do what I say, when I say it, yes? If you do not I punish you. When you do good I reward you. Simple, bahçelievler escort yes?”

Melonie nodded. There was a chill to the room, goosebumps appeared over her body, her large dark nipples hardened, so she crossed her arms over her breasts tucking her hands underneath her arms pits. She shivered slightly “I have somewhere to be, can we start already?”

She howled, leapt into the air, and covered her ass with her hands as the riding crop came across her bare ass, the pain was sharp and stinging.

Valentina smacked her time and again until red welts ran every which way across her cinnamon plump ass. “You are here for however long I choose, yes?”

Melonie’s ass and upper thighs burned red, her flesh feeling as if it were being seared off. She caressed her inflamed cheeks, fighting back tears, the slightest touch sending stabbing pangs through her lower body. “Yes.” She said in a quiet choking voice.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Valentina kneed Melonie in her leg; bringing her down on one knee, then she grabbed a fistful of her hair and led her crawling over to the chair. Valentina sat down in the chair, hoisting her legs onto the arms, she spread her pale lips with two fingers “Eat my pussy, Puppy.” She commanded, still holding Melonie’s hair.

Before Melonie could do anything, her face was shoved into Valentina’s wet pussy. She had a sweet smell to her—like honey—Melonie ran her tongue along the edge of Valentina’s inner lips. Dipping the tip of her long flat tongue into Valentina’s sopping pussy.

Valentina held onto the sides of Melonie’s head, pushing her face into her pussy. Moaning and digging her nails into Melonie’s head as she grind her throbbing pussy on Melonie’s tongue. “That’s right, Puppy, eat my pussy.” She moaned.

At her urging Melonie pushed her long tongue into Valentina’s pussy all at once. Thrashing her tongue against Valentina’s tight walls and sucking her pussy; Melonie moved her hand between her legs. Feeling her own wetness, she rubbed her clit in small quick circles.

She let go of Melonie’s hair, lifted her studded bra, and rolled her stiff pink nipples between her fingers. Moaning as she arched her back, she threw her neck back, squeezing her breasts. “Lick my clit, Puppy, make me cum.”

Immediately Melonie pressed her full lips together around Valentina’s glistening pink bead and hummed. The buzzing of her lips, simulating a vibrator, sent jolts from her head to her toes. Valentina curled her toes as her bahçeşehir escort body shook and muscles tensed; her orgasm came fast and hard, spewing her milky essence over Melonie’s mouth and chin.

Like the good puppy Melonie was she scooped Valentina’s cum with her finger and licked it. Then lapped up the cum dripping from Valentina’s cum stained pussy. Feeling her own climax building up, Melonie rubbed her throbbing clit faster.

“Good puppy. Now crawl over to the desk and I’ll give you your reward.” Valentina managed through haggard breaths.

She stopped touching herself and crawled to the back of the room on her hands and knees. When she reached the desk, Valentina instructed her to stand up and bend over the desk. Suddenly Melonie felt pressure in her pussy as Valentina eased a nine-inch dildo into her. She groaned, gripped the sides of the desk, and bit her lower lip “Oh my God.” She muttered when she felt the dildo hit her cervix.

Valentina grabbed Melonie’s head, pulling it back so her ear was next to her mouth. “You’re reward, Puppy, is I’m going to make you my bitch.” She licked the side of Melonie’s face then tossed her head away from her. Holding on to her waist, Valentina forcefully thrust into Melonie’s wet throbbing pussy.

Her pussy hugging the hard plastic; each thrust made Melonie’s entire body shake. She could feel her climax rising as her throbbing clit ached. Melonie leaned back into the dildo, her ass igniting in pain as her cheeks connected with Valentina’s waist. She frantically rubbed her clit as she closed her eyes and moaned “Fuck me!” She pleaded. “Make me your bitch.”

Before her sentence was finished Valentina grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her head down against the desk. Pulling her hair while she roughly pumped into her “Good puppy. Take every inch of this plastic dick.” Valentina smacked her ass and smiled as she danced and howled underneath her. She reached around, cupped Melonie’s breasts, rubbed and pinched her hard brown nipples.

Melonie arched her back and groaned as her pussy contracted around the hard plastic. Her orgasm came as a gush of clear liquid erupting from between her legs. Her body spasmed and collapsed onto the desk where she lay still cumming.

When Melonie awoke, she was underneath covers in bed and Valentina was lying next to her. She peeled the covers back and flicked her nipple with her finger “You’re finally woke, Puppy.”

“What time is it?”

“It matters little.” Valentina said. “I’m not finished with you.”

Melonie opened her mouth to say something but gasped instead when Valentina lowered her hand and pushed two fingers inside her pussy. She closed her eyes and sucked Valentina’s wet finger tips when she raised them to her lips.

Valentina kissed Melonie “You stay.”

Melonie smiled and nodded her head “Yes.”

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The rumors about Benjamin quickly swirled around campus. Very attractive, he was every woman’s dream man. Tall, muscular, six pack abs, strong handsome face, dark wavy hair, he had it all. Benjamin was an anomaly though as he did not have sex with women (and he was DEFINITELY not Gay), made even more ironic as he was also spectacularly endowed. He grew up in a very strict household and was taught (beaten into him actually) that spilling his demon seed outside of his bride on his wedding night was a one-way ticket to hell so not only did Benjamin not have sex with women (which he greatly wanted to) he also did not jack off. His pent up lust caused his balls to ache all the time with this very heavy burden he had to carry.

He cursed himself every time he had an ‘accident’ in his sleep since his very strict mother had beaten him severely anytime she discovered he had soiled his sheets with an uncontrolled nocturnal emission. Whenever this would happen she would say “Boys are full of the devil, and sometimes the devil sneaks out.”

When the inevitable did happen and his boiling cum spilled into his sheets, his misguided mother would force him to wear a chastity belt for a few weeks, both as a punishment for his “sin” but also to prevent any unauthorized leakage in the future. Now with her only son away from home, she worried greatly about his chastity while at college since being surrounded by all of those nubile young girls was enough to tempt a saint and she knew her boy was no saint.

Despite all this, Benjamin was popular with the other guys, and quickly pledged a fraternity. His father had told him that the ties he made in a fraternity would serve him well for the rest of his life so he eagerly pledged. Being a normal hormonally supercharged American male, he attempted to date the girls he met on campus, but eventually things would progress too far and he would back off. Ironically enough, his resistance to their female charms only made him more attractive to them, which tended to piss his brothers at the frat house off immensely.

Whispers about Benjamin were ripe around Delta Pi, the sister sorority to his fraternity. When they found out that not only did he never have sex, but according to his roommate, never even jacked off, the girls were very intrigued. When it accidentally slipped out form one of his frat brothers that not only was he chaste, but he had a huge cock, they were beside themselves with lust. Now they must have this boy and break him to their will. This was their mission and nothing on earth would stop them.

Despite his will, and most likely because of his constant self-denial, Benjamin was constantly horny. Once the rumors about him got out, he found himself constantly subjected to female assault, each wanting to be the one to take his “cherry”. Scantily clad women would grope his ass, or rub their oh so tight curvy bodies over his aching groin, causing his cock to almost rip through the denim in his jeans. Perpetual displays of cleavage and delicious little toes peaking out from those flip flops filled his brain with increasingly perverted fantasies and he now had sex on the brain 24/7. Each day when he would go to class, it seemed as if every girl in sight would target him for special çapa escort attention. Blowing into his ear, texting him naked pictures of themselves (which he would desperately try not to look at before deleting) and generally keeping him constantly, hopelessly and impotently aroused.

Nights were the worst for Benjamin as he would lay in his bed at the frat house, staring at his giant throbbing cock tenting his sheets, desperate for relief. If only his mortal soul was not at stake he would just grab it and milk it for all its worth, or better yet, plunge it into some hot co-ed and spew his 18 years worth of cum all up inside them. As the months went by in college he was becoming more and more distracted as dirty and filthy thoughts filled his mind constantly and he thought he would go insane! This was a typical evening for him, and as his mind played porn movies of his own making in his head, he finally drifted off to sleep. The erotic dreams continued until he was suddenly and rudely awoken at 2 AM.

“OK Fuckers WAKE UP! Tonight is hell night, and time for your initiation!” yelled the very belligerent and quite drunk president of the Frat. “Get your asses down to the living room in 2 minutes, naked as the day you were born and ready to enter into a world of pain.”

Benjamin, as well as all of the other pledges, had dreaded this night for weeks, but at least their pledge period was almost over. After tonight he would be a full brother, and all would be all set. He had heard about these initiation ceremonies before, and figured it would just be some humiliating stunts he would have to perform, probably get paddled a few times and then it would be over but when he was handcuffed behind his back, NAKED, and had a hood pulled over his head, he began to get worried. When he felt himself being led outside, the gravel in the parking lot cutting his bare feet, he began to really get filled with fear. As he was shoved into the trunk of the car and driven off, fear rapidly turned to blind panic.

For what seemed like hours, but was in reality only 10 minutes, Benjamin was driven off into the night. When the car finally stopped, several unfamiliar hands grabbed him and frog marched him into an unknown building. Hooded as he was, he had no idea where he was and when he was roughly pushed onto a couch his wrists and feet were quickly bound to the sides. In this position he had no way of covering himself, or even moving very much, so whoever else was in the room was obviously seeing every inch of his naked body and there was nothing he could do about it.

He couldn’t tell who else was there, but from the little sounds he could pick up (his hearing greatly enhanced by not being able to see) he knew there was at least a small crowd. Hearing footsteps leave and a door opening, his stomach fell as he also heard the car, his recent prison but now his only method of escape, peal out of the driveway. His face turned beet red with shame as he then realized that whatever else was going to happen to him that night, several strangers were going to see him naked. Sweat began pouring off of him and he started to shake and to his horror, he also began to get hard and his cock started to throb.

His ears eyüp escort attuned to any sound thought he heard the faint gasp of a female voice. His face turned even redder at that prospect as he realized that not only was he naked, but now it was probable that he was naked in front of a bunch of strange girls. As his mind raced to try and desperately think of a way out of this humiliating situation, the hood was violently ripped from his head. As his face was uncovered, his eyes squinted as they adjusted to the harsh light. Once they adjusted his pupils got big, VERY BIG, as he now realized exactly where he was.

He was tied naked, completely with his legs spread out lewdly and wide and now with a huge throbbing erection in the living room of the sister sorority of his frat. Quickly looking around the room he counted, and realized that every member, all 30 of them, were in the room and staring silently and intently right at him in his naked state. Well, right at his cock, which twitched again unconsciously.

“Well Benjamin, tonight is your big night!” – said Sarah, the gorgeous President of the house. “Our sorority and your fraternity are based on the ideals of service to others and generosity to our fellow man, and from the looks of that magnificent piece of meat you have between your legs, you have holding out on us and not been generous with your GIFTS.”

Benjamin said nothing, but closed his eyes, somehow thinking that by blocking his sight of them, they wouldn’t be able to witness his shameful nudity.

She sashayed across the floor, removing her clothes as she went as Benjamin looked on, years of frustrated lust burning in his testicles, he could not look away. His cock, now hard as nails, stood up and throbbed to greet her as she reached his chair.

Slowly and languidly she slid her bare foot up his thigh and over his aching balls as she smirked at his desperate struggle to get away. He twitched, and without being able to help it, leaned in to get more friction, despite also simultaneously trying to run. Spreading her toes she ran them up one side of his cock, over its purple head and down the other as he just moaned and shuddered, helpless to stop her seduction. Raising her foot up again she lifted it to his face, stopping mere centimeters from his lips. Without thinking and totally acting on hormonally charged instinct, he reached out his lips and lightly kissed her soles as a wicked smile crossed her face. His reactions told her he was obviously cracking.

“OK Benjamin, you have pussy teased us enough with your monster package and stingy ways. Here is the deal. We are not rapists, and certainly will never do anything to you that you don’t want us to. What we are going to do is try to convince you for the next hour that you should allow your beautiful cock out of its self imposed prison and allow us to partake.” Hearing another desperate moan erupt from his mouth she giggled. “I am quite positive we can convince you.” As she left him throbbing in his chair, she strolled over to the mantle and wound the timer. “NO!” Benjamin screamed with his mouth even as his cock screamed yes. “Please don’t make me spill my seed, I made a promise to my mother and to the Lord, please fatih escort don’t make me”

Sarah lifted her toes up to his lips again and closed them with her cute lickable toes.

“Benjamin, it is your choice. My two best girls, Julie and Margaret are going to tease you for the next hour. We aren’t going to take your cum, you are going to give it to us. If you can make it the hour and not beg us to finish you off, we will let you go and you can go back to your frat and rejoin your brothers, no harm done.”

Benjamin looked relieved until she continued:

“But, if during that hour you beg (and trust me boy, you are going to beg) for us to finish you, well, you will have to stay here with us for some serious re-education.”

Julie spoke next.

“It won’t be so bad, but there will be some changes. You won’t be able to wear clothing anymore, as we all think it criminal that you hide that glorious cock of yours.”

“And of course, your days will be quite busy buried between our thighs.” laughed Margaret. “But think of it this way, you are going to make up for lost time in a big way.”

Benjamin was torn. His brain so wanted to keep his promise and stay chaste but his hormones raged for relief. He knew this was going to be a battle, but, he planned on winning it.

Julie and Margaret quickly disrobed and sat on either side of him, slowly oiling their soft palms with coco butter, making them slippery and velvety soft as they quickly began to lightly stroke and tease Benjamin’s dick. He moaned softly as it got even harder and began to throb uncontrollably, trying hard to maintain his composure, it was useless as these girls were experts. They managed to keep him completely horny and desperate but right on the edge of cumming, never QUITE stimulating him enough to actually release. His brain was frying and his will was crumbling, and for the first time of the night he thought all was lost.

After 50 minutes he was panting and sweating uncontrollably but the end of his ordeal was in sight. He only had to hold out a few more minutes and he gritted his teeth, trying desperately to hold on as his toes curled and sweat poured off of his hard cut body. Finally the Reptilian part of his brain took over and smashed his superego to smithereens. He was now all ID and out of control and in total desperation he screamed.

“FOR GOD SAKES FINISH ME, PUMP MY SEED, MAKE ME CUM! I CAN”T STAND ANYMORE!!!!” he shrieked, tears of frustration clouding his eyes as he spasmed and shrieked in a mixture of torment and ecstasy.

The girls winked at one another and looked relieved. If he had known he only had 45 seconds to go he might have be able to hold on, but it was too late and they had won. They then increased the speed of their stroke and the firmness of their grip and within seconds, 18 years of pent up sperm came bursting out like a geyser in a full, growling toe curling gasping orgasm. All of the girls witnessing this gasped in glee, some of them shifting uncomfortably in their seats trying to hide the wetness that was gushing out of them as he hosed his load high into the air.

Right as the last spurt hit the floor the buzzer rang indicating his hour was up. Benjamin just stared ahead in disbelief as his cum soaked body shook in relieved exhaustion but now he wondered what future awaited him. When Julie gently grabbed his head and began to direct it to her open pussy, he had his answer as College was going to be a lot different for him than he had originally thought.

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