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Four for the Handyman Ch. 01

By: spikysex



Ever had one of those days? I don't mean one of those 'so bad I want to kill myself' days, or one of those 'my God, who do I fuck to get another one!' days... I mean a day that was both so good and so bad that you don't know quite what to make of it?

I had one. Not a day, precisely, but an entire fucking month. Should I list the good shit or the bad shit first? Should I mix them up a bit? Tell it in order? Maybe that would be for the best... really it would be I'll be damned if I can sit down and just calmly list events like that.

Lets see: My girlfriend of the last couple years finally decided to break up with me. Really, I can't even say if it was a good thing or a bad thing in the end. I mean: years dude, but we'd had so many fights... 

I got 'not fired' from my job. I mean, I didn't go to work anymore, didn't have any privileges on the office computer, but they couldn't violate the contract and just fire my ass. That's good, right? I mean, paycheck without responsibilities? Fuck that, I couldn't exactly pack up for a new job either, a better job, my career was stalled. 

The deal for that sweet house, the one that I'd practically drooled over for the last couple years... that fell through at the last minute, leaving me with an agreement to move out of my apartment at the end of the month and no where to put my shit... so I left it in the truck, which was promptly stolen that night. 

I got diagnosed with one of those nuisance diseases, the ones that irritate, take a long time to cure, but won't really fuck up your life much if you just keep taking the medicine like a good little boy. On the up side, I was paid to participate in a drug trial for six months... 

I can't really sum up the rest, I mean, shit man, that's the fucking whole story, the god damn point of talking to you, right man? 

So, I'd stepped out of the apartment that morning with my little suitcase with my change of clothes, my laptop and a few minor sundries to tide me over for a few days, only to find my moving van missing. Cue hours of talking to cops for no real benefit and the landlord standing by not patiently waiting for me to turn over the keys so he could rent out to the new tenant he'd already lined up. At least I didn't have the girl wailing in my ear that we were right fucked... she was off with her 'new' boyfriend, along with my dog and a good chunk of my last paycheck. 

After all was said and done, I was standing there looking like a stunned deer, looking at where my worldly possessions had once been just wondering what the fuck now. I had, just hours earlier, some vague notion of a plan, an idea to start hunting for a storage unit, maybe a cheap ass motel room for a few days while I looked for another 'permanent' place. I almost called work to let them know I'd be in late, checked at the last moment when I remembered that I was a pariah there, unwanted.  They wouldn't care, and a least a few of them, mostly my various 'superiors' would probably wish I'd catch a nasty disease in addition to losing what amounted to 'my life' to date. I almost just sat on the steps to my former apartment in stunned disbelief, but one look at the landlord told me he'd just as soon have me arrested for vagrancy as anything else. 

So with a sigh I tossed my suitcase into my car, which at least was paid for... but that meant I'd had it past it's 'sell by' date and it wasn't exactly a champion of repute anymore either. As I shut the door I contemplated locking it. Not that the loss of these last few remnants of a life I no longer could claim really held any value to me. If it weren't for the energy involved, I'd have made a sign saying 'Free Car, first come first served' and forgotten about it once and for all. 

I walked, downhill because it was easier, and as the sun rose and I grew hot I realized I had no real need to keep the jacket to my suit, nor the tie. I'm not entirely certain the bum I handed them to really cared for my charity, but I guess a littering charge was something I didn't feel I needed. Maybe. 

I found, eventually, refuge of a sort in a coffee shop. I spent too much money on a drink I barely bothered to taste and I sat. At least this I could do, keep the local economy buzzing, support the college girls of the world as they worked their shitty service jobs between classes. 

Around me people came and went as I mostly stared at my now quite cold drink and just... sat. I hadn't lost everything. Far from it, I had an income, several really. I simply had lost every touchstone of my daily life; I was cast adrift so totally that I wasn't even sure I could continue on. 

There was a clatter of ceramic, a splash of liquid as a lithe body slithered into the seat across from me with a slight grimace of apology. Lunch had come and the place was filling up, her half-hearted wave indicated I had the only empty seat in the house. Lucky me. I supposed I should finish up my drink and be about my... business. I vaguely recognized the girl across from me as the same one who had handed me the paper cup in front of me much earlier in the day.

"I just got off." She muttered. "Like to take my drink before I head out to class, you know?" I nodded sagely at this, straightening from long habit. 

"Sorry... I should be going and free up the table for more customers." I managed. 

"Oh... not on my account. Last thing I want right now is a free seat across from me." She half whispered. "Mind if I ask what's eating you? I mean, you've been staring at your coffee like it holds the secret to the world." She had a pleasant voice, an easy manner about her. I supposed it was helpful in a barista... 

"Maybe it does." I managed half playfully. 

"Only if you drink it." She shot back. So much for deflection, I sighed.

"I suppose that you are at least a little familiar with having to figure out your entire life all at once. Well... here I am, starting all over again. No home, no possessions but the clothes on my back, and no real job. I am not the man I spent the last ten years trying to become. All at once."

"Oh.... Bummer." She chewed her lower lip thoughtfully. "I can see how that would make coffee look appealing." She raised hers in a toast. I drank some of mine in response, old habits again. "I mean... I wouldn't have guessed from looking at you that you were some sort of loser. I mean you look like a man who's got his shit together, right? Fit as a fiddle, nice clothes, good haircut... chicks dig that stuff. You don't blink at the cost of a cup, tip well, and don't come across as a guy drinking it because it's the current fashion while secretly wincing at the price." 

I stiffened at the 'loser' bit, but she had a point of sorts. No, she was poking fun at my misery. Smart girl. I took a deep breath, another, smiled at her over my cup, noticing the bitter taste of cold coffee at last. 

"I suppose you've got a point." 

"Several." She assured me with a mischievous smile. 

"Ah... yes. I guess I've had enough self-pity for one morning. Time to move on and figure out something, yeah?" I moved to stand.

"Better hurry, the morning's almost done for." She shot back. I paused, saluting her.

"Touché." I looked at my watch. Five minutes to be exact. An instant passed, a million ideas flowed into my head, draining back out. I looked down at my companion.

"Exactly when do you have to be in class?" I asked her, the college was across the street. She smiled and leaned back, stretching catlike. 

"Five minutes. But I'm in no hurry to get there, why mister?" 

Instinct. My instinct was to offer my hand, lift her from her seat and take her somewhere private, rediscover life in her soft skin, the curves and muscles of her body. She would take it, I knew, instinct knew. The offer was as naked as it was subtle. My hand was halfway to her when I realized that if I listened to my instinct I would... I would be trapping myself in the same patterns that had just become a shambles around me. There was more to her offer than a simple afternoon of pleasure. I could use her, take a simple delight in the physicality of the moment, or I could cast aside, if only for a moment, the control I had demanded of my surroundings my entire adult life. 

I stood there, hand half extended, looking awkward and lost for a minute, then another. Time was passing, and as they say, failure to make a decision is a decision in and of itself. She reached for her bag, moving to stand.

"I... if you don't mind, I would like any help you might offer." I felt so stupid, a grown man, a not unsuccessful man, asking this girl barely out of her childhood for help. I probably had more money than she did, even with out the promise of future paychecks. 

She tucked a fold of paper into my hand as she stood.

"Some girls and I are sharing a nice house not far from here. Big, plenty of space, rents not too bad with the sharing and all, but we're all a bit overwhelmed with the upkeep. You know, plumbing and lawns and so on.  I'm the only one with afternoon classes, but I can introduce you to them if you can wait a few hours, or you can go there yourself. In return for handling all that 'guy stuff' for us you can have a room." I blinked down at her, realizing for the first time how tiny she was. My ex was tall, looking me in the eyes when she wore heels, this girl was much shorter than she'd looked behind the counter. I kept my eyes from her curves, the smooth skin of her in the shorts and t-shirt she'd changed into before she'd sat down. Not a good way to get a handout, leering at your benefactor. 

"Ah... normally I'd say I'd go right up, but I think it'll be better if I wait... this time." I managed, still fumbling through this sudden burning need to be helped, to be helpless. 

"Great. I'll meet you here around three thirty then? That'll give you some time to buy some 'handyman' clothes. Unless you like mowing lawns in a suit." She smiled and breezed out. "We'll probably put you to work right away." And with that she was gone. At least that gave me the chance to stare more or less openly at her legs, her tight little ass as she sashayed across the street.  Get it out of the way now, I told myself, inoculate yourself so you don't make an ass of yourself in a couple hours. 

I finished up my coffee and took her advice, though I didn't bother changing. I figured my professional clothes, as out of place as they were, would make me less creepy, less desperate. In reality, I didn't feel so lost, nor so desperate as I had in that terrible moment when I'd practically begged her for her help. If I was desperate at all, it was to get into those tight little shorts, to take her up on the offer I'd turned down only seconds ago. 

I knew there was nothing under them. It was a knack, a gift of sorts, one I'd spent years honing as a young man, the surreptitious glance at the exact moment when a woman let her guard down, the eyes sharp for any tale-tell lines or signs. I hadn't even remembered looking, but I knew, as I knew I wanted her, that she'd been naked under her clothes, and it excited me more. Job or no job, I'd be back in three hours and change, waiting. 

I had all that I needed on the slip of paper she passed me. I had a phone number for the house, one more for her. I had the address, I had her name 'Marie', and I resolved not to mispronounce it as 'Mary'.  

And at three thirty I was sitting in my seat at the café, with another cup of too expensive coffee and a gourmet sandwich on a plate in front of me, half eaten. I had, I realized, gotten a bit nervous. Marie had given me something of a gift, this putting my feet on a path, any path, where I had been lost and frozen. This was a truth, and a powerful one. 

No, I was nervous because I was about to begin cohabitating with a bunch of presumably nubile co-eds, provided some sort of luck was with me. A thousand and one fantasies, and a thousand and two rejections of them flitted through my head in those hours between meeting Marie and meeting her again. I knew that even thinking those fantasies, even acknowledging that they might exist made them impossible to achieve, that perverse whim of fate that denies men their expectations where women are concerned. Somewhere in the world some bastard who's never even bothered to think on it is fucking the most gorgeous woman in the world, and probably her sister as well, and never once questioning how lucky that makes him. That was what was running through my mind when I spotted my benefactor crossing the street through the windows of the Café.

I took my time, looking at her as she strolled up. I built for myself a sort of impossible calm, accepting whatever fate and the whimsies of women tossed my way this afternoon. I admired her as I would a piece of art, enjoying the aesthetics of her, rather than the lust that had stirred earlier. 

I spoke earlier of her size, shorter than I was... experienced... with. Maybe five two, five three at most, with a compact lithe musculature, all feminine curves, with short fleece shorts and a tight t-shirt barely covering her sun browned skin, long dark hair, dark eyes like liquid pools that a man could drown in. She moved like a dancer, an athlete, a swimmer maybe, her body to heavy for a dancer's, solid if you will. She smiled warmly, but I didn't let that distract me from the sudden appearance of her nipples against the cloth of her shirt. I pushed my plate away, standing holding up my bag from the clothing store I'd been to earlier.

"Took your advice." I stated, obvious I know. "Would you like to go, or would you prefer to eat?" I asked, not wanting to appear overly eager. She glanced around.

"I do work here, I'll pass." She took my free hand and shook it firmly. "Glad you came back. Frankly, we DO need a man around the house. For guy stuff, you know." Her skin was warm, soft, dry... I thought it would be clammy, sweaty maybe, like mine felt to me. 

"I see it's not too far. I have a car up the hill, we can drive if you like, walk if not, or I could go and meet you there." I offered as she led me outside, as if embarrassed to be seen at her workplace with me. I could understand, I guess. Rumors at work had been one of sadly many problems I'd had to deal with. Unsuccessfully, apparently. 

"Ooohh... a car!" she laughed mockingly. "We can drive. I'm sure you need to move it anyway if you don't have a house. Besides I've spent most of the day on my feet. Lead on." She prodded. I nodded gamely and led her to the beast. I won't lie, I had spent at least part of the time cleaning it up a bit, moving my suitcase to the trunk, and parking it closer to the café after my shopping trip. 

We didn't speak much on the drive. Marie poured herself into the passenger seat like she lacked bones, kicking off her canvas sneakers and wriggling her bare toes in the foot well as I drove. She helped me find the place with a few curt comments but mostly stared out the window lost in thought. 

The house was large, I'd seen similar looking places when I'd been shopping around, and even divided up the rent had to be brutal for barely employed college students. Most, if not all the rooms would be upstairs, the yard was small and obviously neglected for the last few months. I wondered if they even owned a lawnmower... Oh, how the mighty have fallen... and how I added when I looked over at my passenger. Years of faithful relationship homemaking had largely killed my lustier instincts, but when I looked over at her, watched her ass leaving my car I felt the old stirrings and knew I wasn't dead, just sleeping. If I was right about earlier I wondered if I should be thankful my instincts were dulled, that my primitive lizard brain lusts had been held in check long enough for me to play the long game here... I put that all out of my mind as I followed her up the cracked concrete steps that lead up to the house, my once fancy car parked in the driveway in a decidedly impermanent fashion.  

We paused on the porch, her hand on the doorknob.

"I called ahead before I came to get you, so they should be expecting us. I'm not entirely sure how they'll react, so be cool, alright?" She asked with sudden nervousness. I gave her a reassuring nod and she led me inside. 

The living room was large, spacious actually, with a very high ceiling, a corner 'fire'-place and an eclectic collection of furniture.

I've always held that all... well nearly all... women are beautiful, and its only in comparison with other women that they suffer unfavorably. I've also held that in any group of women at least one does her best to prove me wrong by being undeniably ugly.

Obviously I needed to rethink my theories. The three women that practically leapt up when the door opened were all beautiful by any reasonable standard, picking one from the bunch would say more about the individual's taste than the comparative loveliness of the girls.  They did seem oddly dressed for company, I supposed, but then I'd never really gone into 'women only territory' before, so who was to say.

The only girl that didn't stand was tiny, even compared to Marie, her face looked vaguely Asian, Filipina if I had to guess, mixed with something... maybe European. Her skin was pale, with that odd cream color that you get when you keep naturally dark people out of the sun. She was dressed in a short purple silk robe that might have fell to her mid thigh had she been standing, and she looked as if she'd recently showered, her lustrous dark hair damp and heavy down her back. She smiled, licking her lip with the tip of one tongue before turning back to her toenails. 

The Second woman was tall, curvy, heavy of hip and breast in her flannel pajama pants and scrubby t-shirt, with red hair and green eyes that made me think of Ireland. Her hair was bullish, pulled back roughly away from her face, fighting savagely to be free and wild, her face was flush, like she'd been fighting with her housemates and she was skittish, like a colt ready to bolt for freedom. 

The third girl was taller still, all angular muscles and sleek lines, though it was hard to tell in the sweat suit she wore with flip flops, her blonde hair braided down her back. She hadn't exactly leapt to her feet, but rather sat up abruptly when we came in, her sensual lips pursed, I would have said hard, but those lips didn't do hard, though the rest of her face balanced nicely. I wanted to picture her in leather. 

"This is Karen, Suzy and Tatiyana." She waved from the Filipina to the blonde, "Why don't you introduce yourself." She pushed me slightly forward, disguising the fact that we had never properly exchanged names. I did so easily, not quite stepping into the disputed turf of the house. 

"I don't see why we need him to... to stay here!" Suzy protested a little too loudly as soon as I was done. "We don't really need him anyway, and where's he gonna stay?" she muttered.

"Don't be silly." The blonde, Tatiyana, argued back. "Are YOU going to fix the pool? The sink?" she had a faint, a very faint accent. Second-generation immigrant maybe? "What of the garage? It is only for a short time, yes? A cot, maybe the spare couch? He will not mind I think." She didn't even look at me. Apparently this argument had been going on for some time. I waited for Suzy to reply, or maybe Marie to step up, to make the call, something. 

Karen put her feet down and leaned back, I could see her nipples through the thin material of her robe, the flaps falling on either side of one thigh, riding high as she looked me up and down once. 

"Well. I still don't care either way, but since he's here we might as well keep him. I'm going upstairs." She finished and stood, pausing on her way out long enough to shake my hand in welcome. I wanted to watch her, wait for her robe to fail her, something, but the real action was still with the girls in the living room. 


Four for the Handyman Ch. 01



"Suzy, I know how you feel, but its three to one now. We really do need someone to do all this stuff for us, at least for a while, and he needs a place to stay for a little while. It's a good deal." Marie pleaded with the bigger girl. The fiery redhead crossed her arms under her spectacular tits, pouting slightly. 

"Fine, but he stays downstairs unless we're all out. I don't want him creeping around upstairs while I'm studying." She relented. Marie nodded at this and the tension eased. After a moment of staring, Suzy left, taking the blonde with her. 

"We'll have to work that out later, once she's calmed down. There's stuff to do upstairs, and it's the only shower. You don't mind a cot in the garage do you? We've got a sleeping bag you can use, and its warm in there from the heaters and stuff for the house."

"Its fine. I guess I'll go change and see about the lawn, make myself useful right away." She led me to the door near the back of the house, though the spacious kitchen. The Garage was mostly unfinished, obviously insulated, with unpainted drywall covering the interior walls, the forced heating and the water heater making it somewhat stuffy. There was a smallish window on the sidewall that let in some light. I could see an old, mostly rusty, cheap ass mower parked haphazardly against one wall, along with a few random tools rusting in a bucket. I wondered if the mower even had gas... 

I changed quickly into some heavy work pants, double layered denim, a t-shirt and some work boots. It took a good half hour to start the mower, I wound up draining the old gas into the bucket and putting in new gas, finding some sparkplugs buried in the tools, so I changed that too. It ran like crap, but the summer dry heat meant the grass was thin, long and sparse rather than heavy and shaggy. The back yard, complete with an aboveground pool half filled with stagnant water, was bigger than I'd expected, and with the heat of the afternoon wearing on me in my heavy pants I stripped off my shirt to keep cool, welcoming the sun on my skin. It had been a while since I'd had the time to spend on simple projects like this. 

I didn't put everything away as soon as I'd cut, but took a moment to look around. There was plenty I could do, most of which would be cheap, even free, that would seriously improve the look of the yard. Watering, for example, would help green the grass until the weather changed on its own. With even a straight ho, I could edge near the sidewalks. I'd need some simple tools, maybe a bag of grass seed. Fair trade for free room and board, even if it was the garage and not a bed filled with nubile bodies. I turned back to put away the mower, but not before seeing curtains moving in the upstairs windows that faced the back yard.  I was still sweating so I left my shirt off as I went in the house for a drink of water. I needed a shower, but Suzy had put down the law about heading upstairs. 

Marie was the only one downstairs, her books open on the coffee table, but it didn't look much like she was studying. I decided to leave that alone as I hunted for a glass and drank some water. I glanced at the clock, it was getting later than I'd thought, close to six, dinnertime more or less. A glance at the sorry state of the cupboards, and a second in the fridge told me these girls didn't cook much, probably overspending on take out most nights. There was enough for me to whip something up... once. One food miracle on demand. But then, one is all you need sometimes. I'd have to replace my cooking implements at some future date, probably sooner rather than later... but there was enough to get me started. 

I could see Marie out of the corner of my eye, not watching me exactly, but obviously keeping an eye on what I was doing. Maybe she was dying to ask me, but didn't want to pressure me... 

As I cooked ...working with cheap but functional sausage, some old but still edible onions and a few random inherited spice bottles, some butter that mostly served to provide a little flavor for toast, some eggs... as I cooked the girls drifted downstairs, drawn by the smells and sounds of real food being prepared. They hadn't changed since I'd gotten here, not even Karen in her silly little robe, though her hair had since dried. The cool blonde, Tatiyana, looked mournfully at the food I was cooking, a bag in her hand before shaking her head and continuing out the door.

"She works nights." One of them put in as Marie joined the other two at the counter to watch as I scooped food from the skillet onto the mismatched plates I'd laid out as I worked. I suddenly felt half undressed in my shirtless ness, but it was too late to do anything about it. I set aside the Russian's portion, covering it in saran wrap for the 'fridge before setting down across from the line of beautiful, and hungry, young women to eat. Given the gusto, and seconds, Suzy put away I was reasonably certain I'd won her over. I promised myself I'd do some shopping tomorrow before calling it an early night. 

I still had little rituals I could rely on, I realized early the next day. Going to the Gym at stupidly early hours was one of them. Still had a membership, and no reason to stop going. I was back, freshly showered as the first of my new housemates staggered downstairs bleary eyed and wanting a ride to work. I could hear the shower going upstairs, realized that despite my early start I really wasn't that far ahead of them. Motivated young women, I supposed. 

I dropped Marie off and did my grocery shopping straight away, buying a few implements of the craft while I was at it. I had a nice shrimp curry dish I hadn't made for a couple of years. Fancy, maybe, but not that shockingly expensive if you live near the coast. Scaling it for five wasn't even a challenge. 

It was still early when I got back, thought the sun was up and the day growing warmer. I remembered vaguely that the pump on the pool was 'bad' and took it apart, cleaning it out and, after a while getting it running. Sickly but running. I added some extra chlorine to the water and set it to work pumping in fresh water and pumping out the old nasty shit. Then I turned my attention to the upstairs bathroom sink I'd heard about. 

It turned out that there fittings needed some resealing, nothing fancy, and something I did have the tools for. The house was pretty hot and stuffy, despite the open windows, so I stripped down to a pair of shorts and crawled up under that bad boy to take it apart.  I guess I lost track of time, certainly I didn't hear anyone moving around the house. 

I heard a single noise, maybe a gasp and looked up to see Karen standing in the doorway, stark naked and holding a washcloth. I jumped, swearing, hitting my head on the pipes, hard. 

I tried to blink away the stars as I lay there, stunned. Warm soft hands caressed my head, ruffling my hair looking for blood. Her small shapely breasts hung right over my eyes as I blinked away the tears. 

"Shit, I'm sorry, I thought no one was home." I managed as an apology, not quite moving. 

"Oh! No! I'm sorry!" she protested. "I forgot completely about you. I should have checked before walking around in the nude." She gave a half laugh, relief maybe that I seemed not to have utterly brained myself. I couldn't help but to notice her other hand was stroking across my bare stomach just above my shorts.  I managed to extricate myself from the sink and pushed myself to my feet, the smaller woman rising with me, almost but not quite touching.  

I was a bit unstable on my feet, the world dipped and I staggered slightly, almost bowling her over, her bare skin pressed to mine like a branding iron as I pressed her against the sink with my body. I could feel her hard nipples against my chest, could smell nothing but the scent of a woman, a warm, slightly sweaty woman. I braced myself, hands on either side of her hips, pressed against the cool stone countertop as I steadied myself. 

After a second her hands came up, pressing against me, pushing me back, pushing me around so our positions were reversed, giving her a little breathing room. The way her chest rose and fell she needed it almost as much as I did. I almost suggested she grab a towel for modesty, but I was half preoccupied with leaning for all I was worth against that damn sink. 

"I'll be fine in a moment." I promised her, seriously. I was already feeling better, I had just stood too fast, I was certain. I realized, almost as soon as I'd spoken, that my shorts were in a very real danger of sliding right off my hips. Sometime in the confusion the button had come undone and the zipper half slid down. Only my rock hard erection seemed to be keeping things up. 

"I'd like to make sure." She husked slightly. "Hop up on the counter before you fall down again." She moved close to help me up, as silly as it was, I was twice her size. When I jumped, really just sort of leaned back onto it, my shorts slipped completely down, dangling from one foot. I had nothing underneath but what nature gave me, and HE was staring straight at her. I'm not entirely certain who gasped. 

I blame the head injury for making me so slow on the uptake, but I was starting to realize that Karen wanted me right there, in her power for the moment. I wasn't sure when her game had started, if she had been nude knowing I was in the bathroom working, or if she had honestly been surprised to see me. It didn't matter just then, as much as I wanted to bury myself between Marie's tanned thighs, I wanted this sexy little firecracker in this bathroom right now. 

I needn't have worried. One tiny hand was already caressing me, making me looked positively huge by comparison. 

"Well, this seems healthy enough... but maybe I should get a better look." She giggled slightly bending down, her silky hair caressing my legs.  I groaned when her tongue, complete with a hard little piercing laved my glans.  I could feel her saliva, cool in the hot sticky air, drying on my cock as she licked the entire length of me, her tiny darting tongue missing nothing, not even a tiny patch of skin underneath my balls went untouched before her unbelievably hot mouth engulfed the head. I couldn't see much, not at this angle, not with her hair forming a black curtain around her pretty little face, but I didn't need my eyes. I trusted myself to let go of the sink with one hand, to stroke the skin of her back as she worked me over, inch by inch until I swore she could go no further... and then proving me wrong the very next moment.  I felt her cute button nose burrowing into my short and curlies, her throat making a humming noise that almost killed me right there, death by blowjob, and I just about lost it. 

My hips bucked, driving into her mouth, or trying to, my hand tightening against her back, willing her to stay down, stay just like that for a moment longer, maybe two... but the little minx slipped out of my grasp, standing with a wet gasp, face shiny wet, her drenched hand pushing my cock down at an almost painful angle, shutting down my imminent orgasm stillborn. She smiled, leaning forward between my legs, nuzzling against my sweat soaked chest.

"Everything seems just fine down there..." she giggled again. 

"I dunno. " I growled lowly, "Check again, there seems to be some sort of blockage." But I was already sliding off the marble, greased by my own sweat. I wasn't unstable at all now, though there was a slight ache in my skull where I'd knocked it, I was past caring. I put my hands around her hips, I swear my fingers almost touched, and lifted her up, setting her in my place. She leaned back, unlike me she could lay almost completely down, lifting her legs over her chest, spreading her hairless pussy for me, arcing her ass up a bit. I dropped to a knee, shaft bobbling obscenely in front off me, sun pouring hot down my back from the window. I could smell her now, spicy musk, sweet sweat, her skin glistened wet, water beaded on her thighs. She looked at me over her tits, one hand grabbing my hair, pulling me close with a little eager mewling sound. 

I pulled back, resisting, stroking her upraised legs with my hands, thumbs curling along the inner thigh, stroking the inside off her knees, down her leg until they tugged gently at her mound, separating her sticky nether lips without actually touching them. I let my hot breath tickle her skin, evaporating the sweat so new sweat could bead on her creamy skin. I wanted her to beg for me, to beg for my touch. I didn't have to wait long, her insistent tugs at my hair growing firmer until she started pleading softly. 

"Oh, kiss me, kiss my pussy you bastard. Lick me... lick me and stop teasing..." she breathed. "Touch me... oh god, touch me..." I bit back a sarcastic reply, contenting myself with a triumphant grin as I leaned in close and tasted her sex for the first time. Honey poured over my tongue even at that simple touch, as ready as she was. I put one calloused thumb circling her nubbin as I licked further south, using my tongue as a broad brush, spreading her wide with that muscle as I worked deeper into her tight little body with the tip. She was so hot to trot her body started jerking, her breath coming in short gasps as a mini-orgasm washed over her, her feet dropping over my shoulders, rubbing against my back as her body squirmed under my touch. 

I enjoyed myself. I didn't really think about it much, oral hadn't been high on my list before, but Karen tasted so nice, and her body responded so sweetly to my every caress that I stopped paying attention to the wider details and focused instead on the little flower in front of me. It was a few seconds before I realized she was pushing my head down, down and down until my nose was pressed against her sex, my tongue level with her ass. 

I didn't question it. I licked her little brown star, sour with sweat and wet with the juices pouring out of her. The response was instant, powerful, more powerful than anything that had happened when I'd been restricting myself to her cunt. She didn't come, not from that one touch, but her entire body seemed to go entirely limp, as if I'd found some magic switch that turned off her muscle control. 

The angle was awkward so I pulled her tighter to me, one arm across her hips as I lifted up, lifting her ass to my face as I kissed and probed her brownie with my tongue. I was tiring, my jaw ached slightly, but I didn't stop until she pushed me away weakly, standing, my cock still as hard as she'd left it, leaving little dribbly trails of precum on the tile floor. 

It seemed to take her a great effort, but she rolled over, feet dangling off the floor for a second until she got her knees under her, both hands reaching behind her, cheek pressed to the dark marble, spreading that tight, tiny ass. All the invitation I, or any man, would ever need. 

Still, I paused, my burning iron laying along her valley. I was longer than the cleft of her ass, thick enough that even with her hands pulling her cheeks apart that I forced the sides apart. She was so tiny...

"Are you sure?" I choked, my cock throbbing with need, my balls heavy and swollen, aching where they lay against her soaked cunny. 

She tossed her glorious dark hair over her shoulder, rising up slightly against me to look at me, her hips pressing tight to mine. "Fuck my ass, you bastard and stop asking stupid questions!" she snarled. Alrighty then...

I pulled back, leaving a glistening, drying trail of fluid behind, her tight, tiny little star winked ever so slightly at me, already drying slightly. I dribbled a wad of spit right into it, earning a satisfied hiss from my young lover before I pressed the tip of my spear to her opening. I tried to go slow, worried that I'd hurt her, but I needn't have worried, as soon as I pushed against her she relaxed so there was almost no resistance, then pushed back against me, taking me inside of her in one smooth display of teamwork. 

I blinked, face tightening as her ass tightened hard against my shaft, my balls tapping almost painfully against her sodden flesh. God she was so tight, so hot... she moaned, impaled on my shaft, broken words, almost prayers escaping her lips as she writhed slightly, fucking herself, fucking her ass against me. Her hips bucked, telling me what to do. My hands found her raised hips by instinct, pushing her away, pushing her almost off of me, then slamming into her tight body, ass spread by my girth. She cried out, her eyes squeezed shut, all sense gone, the girl was already in mid orgasm and I was only on the first stroke, her body flushed to the waist as I fucked her on the bathroom sink. 

It was incredible how responsive she was, how desperate, how tight and willing, her body milking me for all I was worth, I couldn't hold out, you couldn't pay me to hold out... a fucking gun to my head couldn't stop me from cumming, from filling her ass, my heavy sack draining into her tight little ass. At the very moment of truth, my own body rigid, almost standing on tip toe, straining to drive as deep into possible into her, I felt a hard hand, sharp nails, grip my ass as a warm body slid behind me, a sultry accented voice whispering in my ear...

"Its about time, I was going to explode waiting for you two..." 

It only pushed me farther over the edge...

When I had recovered my senses enough to think again, my twitching shaft still buried in the screaming, moaning girl now half sprawled on the marble, I noticed blonde Tatiyana sitting on the toilet, wearing only a bra, her nude colored panties, a 't-bar' I believe they call them, dangling from one ankle as the sound of her bladder emptying hit my ears. She winked at me, slapping Karen on the ass as the smaller girl recovered, a bit slower, only to shudder through one last mini-O as I pulled out. 

"God... I haven't cum like that in... weeks." She moaned in a raspy, broken voice. She slid from the sink counter, unsteady as I was earlier, grabbing my softening dick in her small hand and half pulling me into the shower as she turned it own, blowing a kiss at her pissing roommate. Tatiyana finished up, tossing the panties into the hamper and walking out without a hint of shame. 

Not that I noticed, even as the water cascaded down my aching body, I felt a hot mouth engulfing me, cleaning me up, stiffening me far faster than I might have thought possible if it wasn't happening right then. 

Scarcely had I gotten fully erect than my shower partner pushed me out of the water with a wink.

"I think you've had enough fun for today." She dismissed me, slipping a finger into her slippery slot even as I watched. I tugged my shorts over my wet skin and saw myself out, headed downstairs per our agreement. 



Four for the Handyman Ch. 02



Marie met me in the living room. I flushed guiltily, my body still sore from the incredibly intense sex I'd just had with her roommate, my skin slick from the shower, my cock hard in my shorts, obvious to even the most oblivious observer. To my surprise she stepped close, standing on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek.

"Thank you. I told you we needed a man around the house. Now maybe Karen will be able to focus on her schoolwork..." She squeezed my ass and stepped back. I was about to ask more, or perhaps I thought Marie intended to say more, but whomever intended to speak next was cut off by the door slamming as a whirlwind tore through. 

Suzy raced through the door, red hair wild, skin sheened with sweat, her body straining the yellow t-shirt she wore. She shouted something about being glad to be home as she slung her bag aside, one hand working her cut-offs. They had hit the floor and been cast aside, giving me a very brief flash of copper curls before her shirt fell over them, before she looked up and spotted me, her face flushing crimson, her words dying in her throat. 

"Excuse me." She squeaked, looking mortified as she dashed for the stairs. I heard the bathroom door slam shut behind her. 

"Oh... I guess I forgot to mention..." Marie smiled cruelly, "You want any more action like today's, you have to seduce our poor little virgin first.... Before she drives the rest of us nuts." She walked away from me. A minute later Suzy yelled from the top of the stair.

"What the hell is wrong with the sink?" I looked up, then away before she had a 'modesty moment' when she realized I could look right up her flimsy t-shirt.

"I was working on it when everyone came home. I'm not supposed to be upstairs, remember?" I replied evenly. I waited a moment...

"Well... why didn't you start earlier?!" 

"I was fixing the pool." I had barely gotten the words out of my mouth when I heard her feet scrambling down the stairs, practically bowling me over to go look out the back door, completely forgetting herself... again. She squealed in unconcealed pleasure, hopping up and down, the shirt fluttering over her bare ass briefly. 

"Swimsuits!" she cried loud enough to carry through the house. "We're going swimming, girls!" she yelled, turning to glare at me. "But not you, mister. You're going to finish my sink."  She held it for a second to make sure I knew, then dashed back up the stairs. 

I reclined on the couch to wait. It didn't take long, and it was worth every second and then some.  

Tatiyana was first, maybe she'd the pool earlier and was already changing, who could say. Her lean body was in purple, rich against her pale skin and hair. A tiny two-piece string bikini like you'd see in any summer fashion catalog. She wore sunglasses and flip-flops, stalking through the house like a graceful ghost, smiling knowingly at me as she went by. 

Suzy was next, the most eager I supposed, barely noticing me as she whirled by in a somewhat more modest two piece in earth toned patterns, barely holding her huge breasts, a ring of some white plastic holding the top together. Her red curls were tied back loosely, pretty much the only look I'd seen on her yet. 

Marie was third, wearing tiny navy shorts and a halter top, barefoot and taking her time slinking by. She had a naval ring I saw for the first time, something silver and dangling over her taut bronze stomach, she'd left her dark mahogany hair unbound, shorter than Karen's raven tresses. 

Karen came down last, after the other girls were already in the water, playing and splashing about delightfully. She was the only one who broke with the two-piece pattern, but how! Her swimsuit consisted of a loop of some material, tied behind her neck, flowing and widening as it crossed her breasts, than crossing over her sex, coming up through her ass as a pair of strings that looped over her hips to tie to the front straps. I was reasonably certain it wasn't legal on a beach in the country, just like I was certain she hadn't made any effort to clean up after our romp aside from the brief, shared, shower. She too went barefoot, slinking down the stairs, with an unmistakable sway to her ass, what I called on the street the 'just fucked walk'. She came over to where I sat, her hair tied back, away from her face, leaning over me, just for a second.

"Don't take too long." She whispered cryptically before giving my softening cock a rub through my shorts and heading out. Did she mean the sink or seducing Suzy? Were they all on some script they hadn't felt like sharing with me? Not that I'd mind if what had happened less than an hour ago was a sample. 

Fixing the sink took less time than the girls had to parade past me on their way to the pool. I'd already taped the threads and half assembled the pipes when I'd been interrupted earlier, all that was left was to tighten everything down and turn the water back on for a quick test. I took a moment to peek out the window into the backyard, looking down into the pool where the girls were frolicking like the little nymphs they were. Their skin was shiny with the water, their suits flimsier than I'd thought when I'd seen them dry. 

I didn't have a swimsuit, my shorts would have to do, I thought, hurrying downstairs. I stepped out the back door pretty much as I was. 

"Mind if I join you ladies?" I asked casually as I put my hand on the rails. Suzy seemed set to refuse, but she didn't get the opportunity.

"Not in those nasty things. Take them off first." Tatiyana ordered. For a moment I wondered if she was joking. I mean, she'd already seen me buried balls deep in her friend, but...

"I... don't have a suit." I protested weakly. 

"Oh.. that's no problem. I thought you might not have brought one, so I bought one on the way home for you." Marie chimed in mischievously. "Didn't you see the bag on the kitchen counter?" I had not. I turned back to the house, curious. "Just change in the kitchen, we won't peek." The girls tittered at this. It took me a second to get it, the kitchen wasn't the most private place from the back yard pool, no matter where you stood. There was even an oddly placed mirror. A show, the I thought. No matter. 

The 'shorts' turned out to be a Speedo banana hammock that was barely my size, and with the chub I'd had most of the afternoon I'd be looking.... Healthy. I barely bothered with modesty, not that I had any real choice aside from ignoring the suggestion to change in the kitchen, and skimmed off my shorts to some pleased gasps that I did my best to ignore and tugged on the flimsy thing.  I was fit enough, but normally you'd never catch me dead in something so stupid looking. I leave that for the professional swimmers and men with no sense of shame. 

I came back out to some cheers and jeers, and knowing that I was nominally a piece of meat for the moment I went ahead and turned around for them before sinking into the cool water. 

Tatiyana swam... if you could call anything done in three and a half feet of water 'swimming' over to me. 

"Good job with the pool." She told me. Meanwhile, below the water's surface her lacquered nails traced hard lines down my shaft through that ridiculous Speedo. Karen leapt on my back before I could recover, wrapping legs around my waist, grinding against my back even as she dunked me into the water, screaming 'Good Job!" In seconds they were all on me, not entirely sexually, not entirely innocently either. My left arm was practically smothered in Suzy's massive mammaries as she tried to pull me under, finally giving up on the simple pull and tripping me by wrapping her beautiful legs around mine. 

Through it all I found hands reaching for my Johnson, sometimes I knew, other times I had to guess. More than one bikini top got temporarily misplaced as we roughhoused in the shallow water.  But eventually, as all things must, the playtime seemed to end, with the sun dipping in the horizon and exhaustion setting in. Through it all, my cock never quite managed to soften. 

Once again Tatiyana left the pool first, her bottoms wedged firmly into the crack of her tight ass. I was busy watching her leave and I missed the hands slipping into my Speedos. A second later I was pants'd, the flimsy scrap of cloth winging through the air out over the lawn somewhere... 

For just a second I considered the wild Irish lass behind me, thought I'd return the favor... but something told me she'd freak out. She needed the sense of power, of immunity, at least until she got comfortable. Besides, she was already half way out of the water, followed quickly by the others. Obviously planned to leave me hapless in the face off their wiles.  They all stopped halfway into the house, egging me out of the pool. What choice did I have? 

Cock erect, proud as I could manage all things being equal, I climbed out to appreciative hoots and walked towards the house. The Russian had already made off with my shorts from the kitchen, I quickly learned.

"So.... How about cooking up some dinner?" Karen suggested, licking her lips. I knew what she wanted... but I was also under strict orders and we both knew it. I shrugged, helpless for the moment. 

"It'll be twenty minutes." I told them. 

"Then you better get cracking, you can't dress until we're all satisfied." Marie told me sternly.  I raised my eyebrow at this. Suzy wasn't in on the 'plan' as near as I could tell, and I know she didn't mean I couldn't get dressed until Red... and the others after I supposed... were limp wrecks in their beds. 

So I cooked naked, wondering what else the minxes had in store for me. At first every time my cock started to flag, one of the girls, never Suzy, would manage to brush against me, to grope me or stroke me in passing, keeping the teasing going, keeping me hard in spite of myself. 

Karen pushed the game to a new level, big surprise there, when she ditched her wet 'swimsuit' about half way through cooking, while I just stood there and stirred the pot. Tatiyana followed a split second later. I had hopes of seeing Marie, or a clearer look at Suzy perhaps, but the virgin seemed too shy and the conductor of this little musical was holding back. The tiny Eurasian and the tall Russian were friendly enough, more than friendly enough really, to keep me going until we'd sat down, though they kept the most obvious petting for when Suzy was looking my way... which was often.  

Like all Indian food, my shrimp dish was swimming in sauce. Karen and Suzy especially seemed to struggle with the messy stuff, though only one seemed to do it deliberately. Once, Suzy spilled a fat dollop of the orange-ish cream on her magnificent tits, and to my surprise it was Marie who wiped it up with one finger, sucking said digit clean deliberately. Suzy never blinked at the contact, but then she'd spent most of the last half hour staring non-to-secretly at my manhood, bobbing on display. 

Dinner done, the girls essentially dismissed me to the garage for the night, where I could dress, or not dress as I pleased. I felt vaguely uneasy about the whole 'dismissed to the garage' thing, to be honest, but then I had what appeared to be a difficult seduction to plan, one for a girl who was skittish as a wild colt around men. I was pretty tired, to be perfectly honest, and while I considered pulling one off, I was asleep before I made up my mind.

I was awakened by a light hitting my eyes, the door from the kitchen was open, the lights on. I was still nude, laying on the cot with my cock throbbing against my stomach. I blinked painfully against it, wondering what time it was, I could see Tatiyana and Suzy standing there, staring at me. 

"If you don't mind..." the blonde asked softly, early morning whispers I guessed.

"Ugh?" I managed intelligently, starting slowly to sit up.

"I know it's early, but I need to get to school today. Suzy also has early classes, we thought, since you have a car, you could drop us off." I blinked. No one had asked the other day, but I'd been out at five AM to hit the gym... and I recalled that Tatiyana had mentioned that she didn't go to school after work nights. 

I staggered to my feet, my balls swollen and aching with need, regretting not taking the time to polish off one before passing out. 

I had to wonder about colleges today, really. Suzy looked almost as she had when she'd burst through the door yesterday. The shirt was pink instead of yellow and a bit shorter, I thought. Pictures of that stupid little cat thing were holding rainbows over her nipples in what had to be a deliberate design choice, though she obviously had a well-chosen bra on, a necessity for her. The denim over her hips was not, on second glance, the same shorts she'd kicked aside so casually, but a slightly longer skirt with a frayed hem, showing off her lovely legs, though I could have done without the flip flops, they did show off her pink painted toenails. 

Tatiyana was the one who looked out of place. Her 'school clothes' looked more like a 'little black dress'. Sleeveless and backless, a buttoned strap around her neck to hold it up in front, short and tight almost all the way down it's short length, with high heeled sandals on her feet. 

I couldn't help but to notice Suzy lick her lips absently. I really had to wonder why they needed a stud to seduce her, the girl seemed half cock crazed as it was, though still skittish, she practically hid behind the taller woman while I found my shorts and a shirt to wear. 

Suzy went to the same school as Marie, only a tiny drive, but Tatiyana gave me directions that led practically into the next city. I had to wonder how she got there before me. 

We spoke some on the drive, though she insisted I toss my shorts in the back seat first. It was still dark out, damned early, really... too early for schools to open, but I guessed Suzy was headed to the library or some such. I had to drive and talk while a dangerously well-manicured hand gently kneaded by aching balls. 

Tatiyana explained to me in, in small ways, that she'd disagreed with Marie's plan from the start. Not so much the idea of getting Suzy laid, but the way of doing it. Marie had disagreed with Karen's demand to take their 'stud' for a test drive... and Karen was pretty likely to break the rules given have a chance, especially now that she'd had a good taste of the action. 

The point of contention was really all about what made each girl tick, Suzy excepted, as no one would really be able to say until she'd gotten past her hang up about men and sex. 

"... we all have our little kinks, as you must realize. Karen's... well, I'm sure you don't need me to explain. I won't tell you mine..." she smiled cryptically, "But I expect you to figure them out soon enough. Marie... all I can tell you is that despite her early start on sex, almost as early as my own, she's more about the control, the teasing than the act itself. She has had less lovers than any of us barring poor Suzy, and I sometimes think that half the reason she cares is that until Suzy is awakened, she's no fun to tease..." she explained as she fondled me along the way. 

I figured out, by the time we had pulled into what I realized was one of the better medical schools in the country, that one of the things that drove the blonde bitch was mind games. She'd lost to Marie over Suzy, so she was setting me up to win for her. She wouldn't throw the game for me, if only to keep me working for it, but really I was her proxy in this game. Playing it well would turn her on, just like breaking rules and flaunting her sexuality turned Karen on, but wasn't a deal sealer... Marie was a stone blueballing bitch, and to win I had to turn her. Well, that last part I figured out on my own, maybe I was projecting. She'd follow through with her deal, but that didn't mean she wouldn't make it as hard a possible first. Marie had to be beaten before I could possibly succeed with Suzy... 

As we sat there, the sky starting to lighten, I laid out, as subtly as possible, my questions to Tatiyana, wanting desperately for her to break the rules herself... She only smiled and admitted that she thought clever men were sexy, along with her penchant for juggling several lovers at once. 

Karen used and discarded, looking for the perfect lover, Tatiyana juggled men and women both to sate her lust for ready, quick fucks, Marie had no one... sort of like the virginal Suzy. 

"I must go soon." She told me at last. A car pulled into the parking lot behind us somewhere, looking for a good parking spot. She ducked her head, coiffed blonde hair bobbing over my seeping rod, tongue licking me. She didn't dally long, engulfing me. I thought I'd pop as soon as she did, but the death grip around the base of my shaft held me back as she proceeded to give me the wettest, and hottest, blowjob I'd ever had, even as the headlights swept through the cabin of the car, my body straining until the seat frame creaked and cracked, my eyes screwing shut as she worked me over expertly, keeping just on the verge. I thought I was past holding back, beyond salvage when she lifted up, pushing my rod hard between my thighs until I blinked with agony and frustration. 

"I will make this deal with you, on the side." She said, smearing the sticky precum around her lips like a balm, "If you can refrain from orgasm, refrain from even attempting to masturbate, until the time comes I will reward you in ways you can only dream of. You thought Marie was setting you up with a sweet deal..." she laughed, throaty and sexy, and I groaned, her hand still hard around my shaft, keeping me from popping off by main force and a cruel understanding of biology. She didn't let go until I was 'safe'. 

"How...." I swallowed, my throat dry, "how will I know?"

"Silly boy, I'll tell you. Obviously you can't afford to cheat with Karen... not unless you have one hell of a self-control. Don't worry, I'll let her know about the deal, she'll be kind... enough." She opened the door and stood up, turning to walk away. Before she did she flipped the skirt back down over her ass, she'd been sitting bare assed on my seat, which smelled of sex. How'd I miss that? Aside from the obvious, anyway. She took her time, letting me see her lack of panties, the bare pale skin, the silver ring through her clit.  She was letting me know that while Karen may have been the sex kitten, she was the real freak of the house. I believed her, oh... did I believe her.  

I really... really... regretted not pulling one of the night before. It seemed like it would be a long time until my next one, a long painful time. 

I didn't bother retrieving my shorts for the drive back, aside from not really wanting to 'bare ass' the parking lot while I looked for them. When I pulled back up to the house Karen was walking back, and I saw her for the first time in 'real clothes'. Surprisingly demure, actually; tight low-slung jeans, baby doll t-shirt, canvas shoes and only a hint of makeup. I could see the hint of a colorful thong when she moved, peeking over the top of her jeans... I wasn't sure if I found that sexier than commando or not. I'd love to think of those tight jeans rubbing her twat directly all day, but... she saw my state and winked at me through the window, pausing long enough to tell me Marie had already left, miming a handjob. I gave her a pained smile back and retrieved my shorts before hustling in the house.

The week progressed about as you'd expect, actually. I spent most of that day relaxing, I didn't have any urgent projects, and I wanted to take my mind off of sex like no one's business. The girls came home in no particular order and mostly ignored me at first, heading upstairs to shower off the heat of the day, then stayed upstairs. I gathered they generally hung out nude up there, but was under stern orders not to look. Tatiyana was last home, dropped off by some stranger I suppose, she paused long enough to kiss my cheek with lips that smelled like sex, her entire body smelling faintly of lust, hers and someone else's. She slipped a hand into my shorts as she did so, fondling my swollen balls. She also stripped off her dress on the way up the stairs, tantalizing me with her body for a brief moment. I didn't hear the shower start after, so I supposed she'd gone into her room, though I did entertain notions of her with Karen, or perhaps Marie, who remained impenetrable to me.




Four for the Handyman Ch. 02



They came down when I cooked, demanding at once that I strip for them. I warned them that I wasn't easy, I told them there was a price to pay, I got shirts off of Tatiyana and Karen, and after a bit more scolding from Suzy and Marie, though they all kept their bra's on, though Karen went habitually braless.  The sight of four pairs of beautiful boobs lined up waiting for me stiffed me up nicely, not that I needed much encouragement at the moment. 

And so it went every day after. I did some labor during the day, fixing little shitty problems, planning minor landscaping, and so forth. The girls came home, teased, or didn't, before going upstairs until dinner time, which I was forced to suffer through sans clothes, after two days I was almost constantly seeping fluid, and noticed that Suzy once wiped up a dollop smeared on a cabinet door and licked it experimentally, though she begged off dinner when she saw me looking her way. 

By Wednesday I had all of them down to bras and panties, though Marie warned me that she would go no further until our deal was sealed. She also disappeared upstairs when I made my price clear, later I was told by Tatiyana that Marie hadn't owned a pair of panties since she was maybe twelve or so... shortly after she discovered sex supposedly. She'd had to borrow something modest (boy shorts) from the taller girl just to eat. 

Karen was merciless to me after Tatiyana spoke to her. Aside from the fact it was a crap shoot if she'd be wearing panties at any given dinner, and never had a bra (she didn't actually own any, which was fine for her small breasts by any reasonable standards) on; she usually came home first, and when she had a chance she'd trap me somewhere and stroke me, suck me or even, if she was particularly bold, slid her slippery slit against my shaft. She sometimes snuck downstairs in the night to slip into the garage where she'd be absolutely merciless until I'd made her cum. She wasn't totally mean, like the cool blonde she was an expert at keeping me under control, though I had no doubt I could force the issue, a gentleman never does. I wasn't sure how much longer I could be a gentleman, however. 

Wednesday, Friday and Saturday nights Tatiyana either skipped dinner or we ate early, as she'd catch a ride to work, coming back sometime in the wee hours. Saturday, after I mowed, and having the girls around all day, I planned to make my final moves on Suzy. I was already out of the garage, sort of. I was sleeping on the couch, fully nude, with only a too small blanket to cover me, my clothes stayed in the stifling room, where I would change. 

Friday was really the big day, the run up. During the day I took advantage of the empty house to inspect the entire upstairs, in specific the girl's rooms. Marie's room was no-nonsense, empty of clues. I knew she was into sport, and her room reflected that a bit, but aside from a few pictures from a family vacation, including a few with skimpier swimsuits than I had already seen, and a few textbooks, there was nothing there. 

Karen's room was incredibly girly, her closet and dressers bursting with clothes, including an impressive panty drawer, complete with a half buried note addressed to me to take whatever I liked... obviously written earlier and moved when she took stuff out. I found a few sex toys and a tiny porn collection that pretty much told me what I already knew about her, and a box of souvenirs from past conquests, small items that guys had accidentally left with her, or that she had filched. She actually had one of the tools from the garage, one of the ones I'd left in the bathroom during our escapade in there. 

Tatiyana's room was elegant, sparse and arranged like a boudoir. It almost seemed, aside from a tiny selection of scruffy sweats that all she owned were fancy, elegant clothes, though she had a singularly impressive collection of toys... in fact a suitcase with foam inserts, in several levels, all arranged neatly by purpose. Toys for solo play, toys for play with other girls, toys for play with boys... or so I estimated. 

Suzy... it was like walking into a teenager's room, which I supposed by some accounts was entirely accurate. No toys, no sexy lingerie, no real hints... but she did have a diary, along with a largish collection of bodice ripper romance novels. I needed the cliff notes, but I didn't have time, so I skimmed. I think Karen suspected what I was up to when she got home, but she only smiled and said nothing.

After an early dinner Tatiyana let me escort her outside to her ride to work. Another woman, tall and athletic, with obviously enhanced breasts; I could see frilly see-through clothes and high heels peeking out of a bag in the back. Much became clearer.

"Have a care." She warned me softly, kissing my cheek. " You are moving too fast." Was all she said before climbing in.  The car almost rolled off, pausing when she rolled down the window and leaning out. "I should let you know, I'm on a full scholarship, and my family sends me enough money for my share of the rent." I absorbed this, adding it to the mental model I was building for each woman in my head. Still, her first comment, that I was moving too fast? What exactly did that mean?

Saturday... the day, I thought. I was on the couch, second night for me, it was more comfortable than a cot in the garage, and everyone 'in the know' agreed that a naked man on the couch was a good move to keep Suzy moving towards her awakening. From there she could see me, couldn't necessarily ignore me, pretend I didn't exist. The semi-enforced nudity was tiring, I admit. I'm a guy, we generally don't like our dangly bits being that vulnerable. Still, I know it was worth it, I'd wakened a few times knowing a woman was standing at the top of the stairs looking down at me. 

I woke this time to the door opening. It was almost three in the morning by my watch. I could hear the click-clack of high heels across hardwood. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness hours ago, the streetlights streaming through the still open front door were more than bright enough. 

She hadn't changed from work. Glitter dusted her skin, even in the darkness. She wore a dress of some see through material, and nothing under it. Had I stood her shoes would have made her taller than me by a few inches, no mean feat. I could see, strangely enough, her friend standing in the shadows just inside the door. Hiding in darkness, more a presence than someone I could see clearly. 

She sat on the couch next to my leg, the dress riding up over her hips as she sat, bare smooth skin against my hairy thigh. Her nails caressed my swollen sack, the endless torture repeated once more, though I was coming to enjoy it, strangely enough. She leaned over me, her long body draping across my own, until she could gently bite my nipple, her tongue soothing away any pain. She didn't speak, just stayed like that for a long moment, until I felt compelled to do something, anything. 

As soon as I shifted she pulled back, putting the fingers of her other hand over my lips to keep my silent, staring up the stares silently for a second. She nodded to her hidden friend, who left silently, giving me only the briefest glimpses of her shadowed body as she slipped out and closed the door silently.  

She slipped off the couch, to her knees, hand still on my balls, closer to my head now when she leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"If you are silent, and if you can control yourself, you may come with me." She husked. "Consider it a foretaste of your rewards for good behavior." I nodded, barely certain. Control myself? I'd been on such a tight leash for so long I was starting to fear I'd forget how to lose control when I finally had the option. I ached for release every moment of every day, my dreams filled with nubile bodies and... at least recently, iron bands around my balls, shackling my cock. Twice this week I'd turned on the television to find that someone had slipped porn into the DVD.  

She stood, letting me follow, never quite letting me go. It was awkward, to be led silently up stairs by a woman with a firm grip on my nuts, but we managed. The thick carpet of the stairs and upper hallway muffled her footsteps as we passed Karen's wide open door. I could see her nude body, pale against dark sheets as she slept soundly. 

Inside Tatiyana's room she released me, closing the door behind me stepping to the foot of the bed, looking at me over her shoulder. 

"By the rules, I can not have you yet. You are the handy man, my body is stiff and sore, be handy. Pamper me, take care of me, love my body as best you can. Do you understand?" I nodded and she closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath. 

"Do you need... help... controlling yourself?" she asked. I wasn't sure what to say to this, so I shrugged. 

"It might help." I offered. She nodded again, turning back to me, walking to me, to a small table near the door covered with small bottles and tubes, one that hadn't been there during the day. She selected one, pouring it liberally into one palm as she knelt before me, almost... but not quite... worshipfully. 

The oil was cool against my cock, soothing the burning that seemed almost permanent now. A numbing agent of some sort, pretty mild, but effective for all that; she applied it in a way that was unmistakably sexual, making sure that no part of the boys went untouched. She wasn't done just yet, from where she knelt she could reach the table easily, and in deft moves had firmly applied tight rings to my shaft above and below my balls, and another, a wide steel O that fit perfectly under the ring of the glans, putting pressure on the underside of the sensitive ring, cutting off some of the sensation. It was uncomfortable, yet exciting in it's own way. Then she took a strange looking bag of leather, fitted nicely to my swollen shaft and sealed my member in the leather, lacing it tightly. I swear I swelled to fit, but I was reasonably certain I could endure almost anything sexual without risk now, sensation numbed or redirected to the point of non-existence. 

She stood with the easy grace of a dancer, the heels no obstacle for her, and returned to her position at the foot of the wide bed. Again over the shoulder:

"You may begin when ready, Handyman." I did not reply. Service is not a reward, but I knew the night was just starting.  I picked up the tiny table and placed it near her, near the end of the bed, then, thinking quickly, I walked, awkward in my 'control' measures, to the windows that faced the street and opened the curtains wide. The room was softly lit, but this late, from outside it would be like we were spot lit. I could see the familiar car across the street, a shadowy shape in the driver's side. I smiled to myself at guessing correctly, or reading my 'mistress' if you like. I looked back at the shivering woman in her heels, looking tired yet expectant. It had been a very long day for her, 18 or more hours, the last eight on her feet, in those shoes.  She could be seen, the bed could be seen from across the street, if barely. There was no better public view, but compromises have to be made, I supposed.

I padded silently back to the waiting woman, staying behind her. There were no fasteners on the flimsy dress. I could have peeled it down her body, perhaps I should have, but I wasn't some meek servant, for all I seemed to be playing one. I took the two shoulder straps in hand and tore, the material parting like rotten tissue. She gasped as I pulled it from her, tossing it aside, her shivering growing more pronounced. I removed my watch, setting it on the table. I would be done when I was done, maybe by the time the sun came up, and that was that. Now I wore nothing but what She'd put on me, which only seemed proper. 

I let out her hair, gently now, shaking it free. It would be in the way a little, but these things have their own rhythm.  I selected a folded square of silk, some sort of handkerchief in burgundy, and a bottle of rose scented water, wetting the silk. Slowly, methodically I washed her body, taking the sweat, the grime of strange hands, the glitter from her skin, every inch of her. I worked from the top down, her back then her front, taking my time, taking smooth long strokes, pausing often to rinse off my cloth. I polished her little rings, removed her earrings, the rings on her fingers, setting each on the table as I worked. 

When she was finally clean, except for the soles of her feet, the areas covered by the straps, I switched to the oil. Her entire body shook openly now, her nipples were hard, her pussy visibly wet, a drop of milky fluid suspended from the silver ring through her clit, the ring I had just polished carefully. I chose an oil that heated in response to body heat and friction. I massaged it into her, worked the oil into her skin until she gleamed like polished marble. I oiled her breasts, letting her moan and lean against me as I worked, I oiled between her legs, working it into the lips of her cunt, up inside of her, I oiled the crack of her ass, slicking one finger and working it gently into her just cleaned rear. She shuddered, but I didn't linger. Sex, gratification, was not the point... 

As I worked her legs she nearly collapsed as exhausted, taut muscles finally gave out. I caught her gently, lowering her to the bed, raising each foot in turn and removing the tortuous shoes, having waited as long as she could stand. I paused then in my oiling to clean her feet more thoroughly, then climbed up, straddling her, and began massaging her in earnest, the oil growing hot under my hands. She almost cried as knots unwound, as her body relaxed, too sexed up to pass out, but so on the brink. I took special attentions on her legs, her feet, until she began to writhe on the bed. 

I took another oil, a moisturizing, scented oil and began all over again, front and back, leaving nothing, absolutely nothing, undone. She panted and squirmed under me, helpless, though I played the dutiful servant.  

When I had her on her stomach once more, after finishing the second oil, I selected a third, one meant for hair, a 'treatment' that she would wash out in the morning... whenever that was for her. I worked it into her scalp, the very roots of her hair on out to the tips until it lay heavy against her skin. 

Only then, my hands aching and slick, my cock almost painful in its confinement, was I done. There were perfumes and other items on the table, but she was headed to sleep, not out... they were useless now. 

I stood, dutifully, at the foot of the bed. She shuddered, rolling over sensuously to look up at me, her eyes pure smoldering sex. 

"I have half a mind to beg off, to pass out her." She said softly, accent thicker with exhaustion, "But I am not so selfish as to forget a promise, a bargain made." She rolled to her feet then, standing, not far from me, steadier than she'd been before I removed her shoes. She slid one finger along her sopping slit, coating it with juice that she rubbed gently onto my own lips, pushing me back, a bit farther from the bed. 

It was my turn, I realized. I had gotten so wrapped up in the pampering of this gorgeous woman I had forgotten the deal, at least partially, temporarily. I could taste her on my lips, could smell her sex, her lust. 

She began much as she had when we'd entered the room, kneeling before me. There was no mistaking the position this time, worship, submission, her face pressed against the tight leather sheath, hands wrapped around my ass as she rubbed herself against me, breathing deeply. 

After a moment of this she stood before me, turning me gently to face the bed as she had so long ago. I felt the cool water on silk first, just as she must have. She took less time than I had, I supposed, but I didn't mind. I had more skin, certainly, but less funk by some measures. Cleanliness wasn't as important. Still, I luxuriated in the unexpected sensations, my skin coming alive, the cool water evaporating in the hot night, aware of distant eyes watching as I hadn't when I had been working. I braced my hands against the posts of the bed when she raised my feet, one by one, kissing them as she worked. She worked up my front from there, still behind me, heated flesh pressed to mine. 

When she started with the oil there was no massage, no pretense of needing one. She oiled me as an act of worship, anointing me as a God, a messiah in the most original sense of the term. Her hands worshipped my body, as mine had soothed hers. 

She unlaced the leather sheath, tugging it off me, leaving the rings. The relief was palpable, but she didn't bother with a second dose of the soothing cream. I had to earn this worship, had to be worthy. That was how I chose to interpret it. Its possible she wanted me to fully luxuriate in the sensations, wanted to feel my skin, the heat pouring off me. Certainly she made liberal use of the sticky goo that oozed out almost continuously, applying it to lips, nipples, even clit, dabbing it on her body like a perfume as I watched. She oiled my shaft, taking special care of it, torturing me with pleasure until I was harder than I'd ever been, fighting the constraining rings. 

Without speaking she pushed me gently back onto her bed, until I lay back, head propped on her pillows against the oil and sex stained sheets, still faintly warm from her body. I knew, absolutely and uncompromisingly, that I still had to maintain control, no matter what. I knew she would test me. I suspected, only that, suspected she would not hold it against me if I failed this one test.  Perhaps not hold it against me, but I would regret it, I was certain. 

She climbed up between my legs, her heavy, oiled hair brushing my thighs, followed by her lips, her tongue as she worked up my body, thighs, then cock, then stomach, chest, nipples, her breasts, then her sex following, leaving a faint trail of her own lust as she worshipped my body, this time not as a god, but as an implement of pleasure, perhaps as a lover.  She straddled my hips, her burning wet cunt pressed tight against the length of me, her hands braced on my ribs. No words, just an understanding.

She began to slide against me, the faint click of metal on metal punctuating each movement as she hit the rings at the base and head of my cock with the ring through her clit. I could do little but grip the posters at the head of the bed for all I was worth as she worked, slowly, certainly. I shuddered and twisted beneath her as she tossed her head, her body flushed with pleasure. She took her time, oh how she took her time. Once or twice I thought I was utterly done for, each time she slipped past the head, pushing my cock back with her body, bumping painfully against her ass as she forced my body down, and once I had calmed began the agonizing torture once more.  

The Sun had almost crested the horizon when she finally shuddered to a halt, a silent flood drenching my tortured flesh as she came silently, collapsing against me for a long moment, her hips still pumping slightly. 

She helped me to my feet, I was almost curious as to why, thinking she'd collapse into unconsciousness, having been up for more than a day by this point, but there was still the matter of the rings. I learned, almost to my chagrin, that there was an art to removing them when the man in question was so thoroughly ready to pop. As blood rushed into the affected flesh, I almost lost it once more. There was no way, none at all that I could make it through the day, I swore to myself. The merest brush of cloth, or god forbid a teasing hand, would spell the end of me. 

She handed me the numbing oil with a knowing smile, practically collapsing back on the bed. I glanced out the window, but the car was gone.



Four for the Handyman Ch. 03



Sleep wasn't an option. I hurried downstairs before anyone could wake up, glad of the numbing cream on my raging shaft. The cool air and goofy bobbling were almost as effective at calming me down, though I swore my nuts had grown to twice their already swollen size, surely a figment of my imagination. 

Suzy wanted a romance novel hero. As a handyman, I supposed I fit into a certain category there. I tried to remember what I knew of the genre, not terribly much as it turned out. I suspected that I'd have to rope her into a 'situation' where I could 'take advantage' of her... in my handyman role that is. I thought it might be customary to give her a couple of 'warm-up' scenes first, where I pushed her to near 'bodice ripping' then let her back out, leaving her gasping for more, yet letting her think she was in control.

But then, I couldn't actually say I'd ever read a romance novel or not. Maybe I was thinking of the sex novels I'd read in highschool when regular porn was hard to find. I wanted to peruse her collection, see what she was into, but frankly, with Tatiyana's side deal, and Marie's 'rule' that I wasn't to touch the other women until after I'd succeeded with Suzy, I was growing a bit desperate for a release. Reading a bunch of books would take days, particularly since I had only a few hours alone to do so during the week. 

On the other hand, the trading clothes for nude cooking was coming along well. Of course, Marie, true to her word, no longer ate with us, since I was already pushing past her 'limit'. Keeping the treasure chest well under wraps, that girl was. I had to admit it was working. I'd pretty much seen everything everyone else had to some extant or another, yet I really... I do mean REALLY... wanted to see what Marie hid under her short shorts and tiny shirts, or under her swimsuit. It had to be somewhat annoying for her, given this heat, to abstain from further swimming gatherings, though to be honest, they had never quite approached the level of the first one, either in teasing or exercise. Of course no one tried to get my Speedo's off anymore, they were still on the grass somewhere. I'd have to pick them up before I mowed.

I debated waking the girls with breakfast, in hopes of tightening the deal, but really I needed the distraction of work. Mowing it was then. Besides, that would give me an excuse to be sweaty, and from there the chance to negotiate on being allowed upstairs for a shower despite Suzy's almost forgotten rule. 

It promised to be another hot day, so I stuck with my shorts and some sturdy shoes, nothing else. I knew the sound of the mower would wake the girls up, if not right away by the time I had finished. That meant they'd be wide-awake, instead of half asleep, when breakfast time came. 

An hour later, with eggs and bacon sizzling on the stove I greeted the two women that I had expected to feed directly. Karen was already naked, I doubt she'd dressed since she came home from school the other day, honestly. Suzy had argued with her about the 'nastiness' of putting bare cooch to the hard seat of the stool, but had lost when Karen had started rolling her hips against it like she was going to get off on the seat. 

Suzy was in a summer dress, easy on, easy off, she was learning. She pouted when she saw I was still wearing my shorts. 

"Aren't you supposed to be the naked cook?" she asked with a pout. I smiled, stirring the bacon a little. Hot grease and bare skin were a bad mix, so I cooked it lower and slower to keep the spitting to a minimum. 

"I will be, once you've paid my price." Was my reply, a very minor twist on the usual game, and a necessary one I thought. Suzy smiled back, reassured, quickly pulling off her dress and tossing it aside ready to take her seat. She was wearing matching undies, a little sexy, a little demure, though she'd trimmed her bush back since I'd moved in. No more peek-a-boo hairs sticking out. 

"Ah ah!" I held up a hand. "Fair is fair, you've been getting off easy, young lady." I told her. "Bra, now." I snapped. She blinked, ready to balk. "Do it, or the shorts stay on and you have to cook your own breakfast." I could have gone for the full Monty, I'm sure, but I was playing it easy. I had all day, after all... all weekend if necessary. 

"Surely Karen is topless enough for both of us! She hasn't wore a bra at all!" she wailed in protest. 

"Actually, Karen is setting the standard YOU should be meeting. I'm going easy on you. You want naked cooking, I want naked eating." She flushed until her face threatened to match her hair then reached, slowly, for her straps. 

"Just the bra, right?" she asked for reassurance. I didn't dignify a response. I'd relent, if I'd intended to push the issue I would have opened with that bid and negotiated from there. 

The bra opened with a faint pop, her breasts springing free with a firm bounce. Her nipples were hard, no mistake, but I didn't dare check for wetness yet. I wondered if I was on to something, however, if something about the tone of our deal just now hit her button, or if she was like the sleeping beauty upstairs, and got excited by being watched. 

God her breasts were gorgeous, magnificent, glorious. Karen stared openly, envious, lustful... take your pick. Suzy raised a hand to cover them instinctively, then with some effort relaxed. She didn't sit yet, probably wouldn't until I doffed my shorts, and I estimated that if I waited long enough she'd drop her panties on her own. 

Marie chose just that moment, as if summoned by Tatiyana's earlier prediction, to walk up and take her seat, fully dressed, and slide her plate across the counter. 

"Food's ready." She stated flatly, almost ugly in her voice, though she managed to hide it a little. "I'm bored with this game." She stared me in the eyes, challenging me. Yeah... she wanted Suzy to stop being the cock blocking prudish V, but when I started to come out ahead she panicked... just as expected. She'd made a promise she wasn't quite ready to keep. 

Behind her Karen first stared daggers into her back, then, smartly, began pulling Suzy away, upstairs. Hopefully I wouldn't have to go through the entire ordeal over again, but I was pissed enough as it stood. As the other two made their retreat I slowly pushed her plate back.

"I don't think so." I replied evenly. "You don't get to make that call. You can either play the game, or you can see to your own food. That's it."

"You telling me what to do in..." she started with a hiss. I slapped a palm hard against the counter, interrupting her. 

"You were about to say 'your house'? I'm sure the others might be a bit surprised to learn they've been cut out of the loop." I shot back. "I'm not your slave, your guest. Cooking wasn't even in the deal, I do that out of the kindness of my heart." I slipped around the edge of the counter, she scurried out of her seat like a scalded cat. I heard doors open and close upstairs, almost violently as I stalked Marie, pushing her back with my very presence. 

"Fine." She managed, "Then..." I cut her off again.

"What? Get out? I can you know, leave you right were you were a week ago, with a bunch of broken toys, and a girl who can't decide if she wants men or wants to run from them." I snapped. "You want to break the deal? Hey, I can do that, you know. I can bend Karen right over the kitchen counter and wake the neighbors with her screaming. I can do Tatiyana on the front lawn... she'd like that. I'll be back every night for weeks, months even, fucking the two of them... and where would that leave you? Suzy?" She ran out of space, backed against the wall. I could see the two women I'd just named out of the corner of my eye, Suzy hiding in her room if I didn't mistake my guess. I pinned Marie, my arms trapping her in place. 

"Do you understand me?" I snarled. "You're going to play along, and completely this time, not like you are above all this. You're going to stop the petty bullshit, the interference, you're going to be meek... Is that perfectly clear?" I growled, inches from her face. She stared up at me, knees shaking, then slowly nodding. 

"Good." I snapped, reaching down to the neckline of her shirt, tearing it apart with a forceful yank. She gasped, hands covering her breasts before I could get a good look. No rush, though. She wasn't dressing today, that was a given. I hooked my thumbs into the waist of her shorts and tugged them down, admiring the lack of tan lines, the sweet pussy bare but for a tiny trail of neatly trimmed hair forming a line right to her sex, directions. I had to lift her feet out of the shorts one by one, giving me plenty of opportunity to see how wet, how open she was. I took the shorts with me as I stood. I glanced over, seeing a sleepy, approving smile on Tatiyana's face and I realized that this was 'the moment'. 

Still pressed close to the trapped 'ringleader' of this little group I began tugging my shorts down with violent jerking movements. 

"What... are you doing?" She gasped, eyes wide. 

"I'm making a few addendums to our deal." I replied, still in full on snarl mode, cowing her a bit more than perhaps strictly necessary. I felt two pairs of hands behind me, tugging on the recalcitrant garment, helping me out of them, my angry, seeping cock leaping free to tap against Marie's taut belly. 

"First: If I'm naked, you're naked. In fact, none of us should be wearing a fucking thing unless absolutely necessary until this is all over with." I turned my glare on the other two, making sure they understood that it included them too. "And no hiding upstairs, either, no avoiding me just because you're nude. Kinda violates the entire point, right?" I asked. I didn't wait for an answer. 

"Secondly: No more treating me like some outsider, some pet or stray dog. I live here now, for the near future, I'm not a guest. That means no more rules that don't specifically relate to the deal, I'll make up my own mind.

"Thirdly: When I've done my part, you WILL see your part of the deal through completely." 

"I..." she started to protest, I covered her mouth with my fingers.

"Completely. You're not going to toss me a little quickie, reluctant and dry. You won't renege claiming I'm getting it from the others. I expect you'll make yourself available at my convenience for as long at least as long as it takes me to hold up my end... no. Until I move out. That is: as long as we're both living here, you won't deny me... within reason, and if something happens the absolute minimum is... as of this moment anyway, a single week.

"On that note, no more threatening me. If you want to make changes to the deal, you want to throw me out, you want to claim I'm violating my end, you need a unanimous agreement between the three of you. You don't have the right to make a unilateral decision on this, not since you started imposing restrictions on everyone else about it would all go down." I waited until she, finally realizing she was trapped, nodded her agreement. 

I put one hand on her head, pushing her downward, slowly causing her knees to buckle.

"What the?!" she snarled.

"One last thing. There isn't a ringleader job here, sweetheart. I told you, I'm adding to the Deal. Karen got to test me to make sure I was good enough, Tatiyana gets to tease me, to keep me motivated and ready to go whenever the time comes.... 

"... its your job to make sure I don't pop off as soon as it does. No sex, that's the deal, but you can damn well suck me off when the pressure gets to great. I'm in pain here because of you." I cupped my purplish sac. She looked around wildly, her legs already failing her, both from the adrenalin/nerves of our confrontation, and from the slow insistent pressure I put on her. 

"You made this bed." Tatiyana told her mildly. 

"Yeah, suck him off!" crowed Karen, no help there. When Marie closed her eyes, her lips opening wide I saw the Russian wink and blow me a kiss. 

I spread my feet wider, looking down at the incredibly sexy brunette kneeling before me. She started with her tongue, the talented amateur, no hint of her outspoken reluctance once she got started. She gripped my thighs with her hands, using only her mouth on my Johnson. 

There isn't much to tell. I know, you probably want me to describe her technique in loving detail, to compare the merits of her mouth to Tatiyana's, or perhaps some woman from my past, to give you the sloppy details.

Of course, it had been a hard week of teasing since I'd last cum; I'd spent several hours in the predawn hours being teased as no man in my position should ever have to endure; I had lusted after Marie since I'd accepted her help, she was sexy and gorgeous and eminently fuckable, not to mention naked and eagerly engulfing my rod. 

Oh, she noticed the oils and smells on my skin, she had to guess, at the very least, what I had been up to before her. There were even angry purplish marks fading into my skin from the rings, still. She didn't even blink... of course her eyes were closed as I already said. 

Seconds after she sucked me into her mouth I went rigid with the expected/unexpected lightning bolt that shot through my spine, my swollen balls draining forcefully into her mouth, choking her, spilling out her lips, blasting across her face, her tits, her hands as I utterly lost control and she failed to anticipate my reaction. 

I staggered back a few paces, feeling somehow smaller, deflated, though my cock hadn't really had time to go limp yet. Marie swore softly as soon as she swallowed reflexively the load in her mouth, wiping fruitlessly at her face. 

"Let me help you, dear." Tatiyana offer, helping her stand, kissing her violently so the white cream smeared between the two sexy women. Karen took ahold of my still leaking member with one tiny hand.

"I guess I'm stuck with clean up and getting you ready again." She stated happily. No one protested, though Marie did weakly attempt to keep Tatiyana from licking her clean, where she didn't just rub the jizz into the shorter girl's skin like some sort of lotion. I was equally weak pushing Karen away, my balls ached, different now, like a vacuum had sucked the guts out of them, and my poor dick was so sensitive I just about jumped out of my skin when she nibbled the head gently. 

When Suzy came down at last, dressed still in her sexy/demure panties, we were all 'cleaned up', the girls sitting primly, and nude to a one, across the counter from me where the food waited. I was also naked, a deal is a deal after all. Despite the slightly posed look to the tableaux, Marie managed to have a distant, thoughtful expression on her face. What Suzy didn't notice that was readily apparent to me was the fact that all three women were seeping fluids onto their chairs. From my angle I could even see the petals of their flowers winking at me, fluttering when they weren't pressed tight to the curved wood. 

We waited for her, for our dear, shy Irish rose; waiting to see what she'd do. After a long moment of tense silence she sighed and skimmed her panties down, revealing a lightly trimmed bush of wiry copper hair, thin and natural. She set the wadded panties on the counter, pushing them across to me as she took her seat. I pushed the plates across to the waiting girls, then turned and dropped the panties deliberately into the trash behind me before digging into my own food. 

"So... its the weekend, none of you have school. Aside from making suggestions about what we can all do, I'd like to ask something? Do you really want me going unshowered for two days?" I put out, testing, watching Suzy. She was a bit more reserved than normal, not skittish actually, or shy, just... reserved. 

"You can always go swimming, that'll keep you clean." Shot back Marie, finding her groove easily enough. I chuckled, preparing for the lively discussion that was sure to follow.

"I'm not entirely stupid, you know. Or deaf." Suzy said quietly, dropping a bomb on the four of us. For a moment it seemed like we'd missed it, but sure as the sun rises every eye turned to her, and she squirmed in her seat.

"I... I know what you guys are trying to do for me." She hurried on. "I mean... I don't know everything... I mean I heard... I heard some things that didn't make sense to me exactly... oh... I'm making a mess of all this..." she moaned, covering her face. Karen, the closest threw an arm around her, comforting her. 

"Say your piece." I offered, even though my cock drooped slightly, mirroring my fears. 

"You... you don't have to seduce me." She managed. "I.... I want... to... you know. I mean... I'll do it... you...whatever. Today. Right here and now." She challenged, standing as she attempted to bull through her obvious case of nerves. 

"Oh... honey, not like that." Marie told her softly. "I've been... well, I've been a bit of a bitch about all this, but I really do want your first time to be special. Not some hurried rut over a counter." She stood, going over to stand at Suzy's free side, hugging her. "Let Karen take you out, go shopping, get pampered. When you come home... then we'll... you'll... well, you'll be better able to relax and enjoy yourself, or refuse, or whatever." She managed awkwardly. When the girls started crying... sobbing really, I backed slowly away, giving them space. This wasn't my business and I knew that. 

Tatiyana caught up with me just inside the garage door, stopping me with a hand on my shoulder.

"Running out like that... not the smartest thing." She smiled. "I WAS planning to go back to bed, but I can see that won't be happening now. I'll have to call in sick tonight." She shook her head. "You and I... and Marie, we have things to do while Suzy is out." I blinked...

"I don't think any of us realized that she'd make her call so soon after you confronted Marie. I'm sure your endurance is up to the task, but why take chances. To be honest, I think a hard fuck over the counter was a perfect way to get started, but Marie does know what she's doing I suppose." I heard the girls, not sobbing now but talking quietly and rapidly, moving away from the kitchen. Marie joined us seconds later.

"Well.... I guess I underestimated two people today." She admitted sheepishly. I shrugged. I couldn't disagree.

"I underestimated her as well. I was actually thinking how I could find time to read her stash of romance novels to get into her mind..." I admitted. She nodded, still looking thoughtful and distracted. 

"Tati, do you mind helping me get our stud ready for his mare? I know you must be dreadfully tired." 

"Not at all, I was just explaining to him what we had in mind. Do you know how long they'll be out?"

Now Marie shrugged. "At least a few hours. I gave Karen all my tips for the past two months, a couple hundred, and she has some of her own salted away for this. I gave her a few suggestions that should keep them busy until... oh... around lunch time."

The blonde chewed her lip, thinking for a moment. 

"Ok. Its still early, I know you haven't gone to the gym today... please do so, take your time, get as pumped and hard and masculine as you can. Even exhaust yourself if you need. At least two hours." She told me. I whistled at the time, that'd be one hell of a workout... a disruption of my normal routine, but I didn't argue. "Marie, call Karen, ensure at least four hours, at least four. Two hours with him will be enough, more and we risk having to start over from the blowjob..." she smiled wickedly as Marie blushed through her tan. "I will go back to sleep until he returns. I suppose you have preparations to make while I nap?" 

Marie nodded, I did the same; Tati gave my cock a gentle squeeze before padding out, headed back to her room for much needed sleep. 

"I..." Marie began, uncertain, even perhaps apologetic.

"Forget it. I've got to get going, and there's nothing that needs to be said." I brushed her off kindly. She hung her head a little, starting to turn away as I started for my suitcase and gym clothes.




Four for the Handyman Ch. 03



"I..." she called from behind me. "I think it does need to be said... I." she swallowed. "I realized, just now, that I am jealous. Jealous of Suzy for what she's going to have, Jealous of Karen for what she already had, and even jealous of Tati because she seems to have found an agreement with you... I found you... you're mine...." She pleaded softly. "...right?" 

I turned back to her, looking her up and down deliberately, slowly. She flushed, hands drifting to cover her sex, instinctive rather than deliberate. 

"I think you have the last part backwards." I replied equally softly. "I may have sex, may fuck the other girls... but you are the one I wanted from the moment I met you, you are the one I will take because I want to, the one I will claim as my own.... Your own deal gives me that right." I caught her eye with mine, staring at her meaningfully. She looked away, hiding her face behind her hair, leaving me alone to get ready for the rest of the day. 

Two hours... I was pretty sure that was two hours of weights, not an hour of weights and an hour of cardio. They wanted me pumped, swollen, hard. I wasn't certain why that was, but I didn't question the directive, just my ability to fulfill the intent. I won't bother with the boring details, nonetheless, when I finally staggered back to my car for the drive home I was as tired as I'd ever been, no part of me seemed fit, not even to fuck. 

Marie met me at the front door, still naked despite the fact that technically I'd given her permission to dress while I was out, clothed. She wrinkled her nose at the sweat soaking my gym clothes, but helped me upstairs, holding my almost feverishly hot body close to her own. Tati didn't need wakening, she stepped out of her own doorway as we crested the stairs, looking a bit more rested and came over to help me to the bathroom. 

Once inside I was stripped by the two women, who pulled me with them under the hot shower, where they soaped my body, my hair, every part of me, rubbing me down with rough washcloths, scrubbing me until my skin glowed pink and new under the working tan I'd built during the last week. 

The girls led me dripping from the shower to dry me with big fluffy towels that smelled and felt fresh from the drier. I had to admit the attention felt wonderfully decadent, and my body responded quickly. 

Manicured nails traced cool sharp lines down my stiffening cock. 

"Well, it seems he's getting ready. Would you like to do the honors?" Tatiyana offered the other girl. Marie took the weight of my swelling rod in the palm of her hand, considering.

"Well, it is your place to tease him to readiness... my last effort was somewhat explosive." She smiled. 

"We'll share then." 

So there I stood, the early midday sun streaming through the bathroom window onto my back, two nubile nymphs, their bodies still glistening wet, kneeling on either side of me, fondling my manhood while their lips and tongues laved every inch of my sex, slathering it with their saliva until it was a bar of iron that throbbed with its own life. 

Then, and only then did they relent, caressing my legs, my body, with their hands as they rose together, leading me by the hands back down stairs, the stairs giving me a nice respite from their attentions. 

I had missed it when I came in, exhausted by the extreme workout, and distracted by the beautiful woman who had been waiting for me, but there had been changes since I'd left. 

First the chairs and couch had been rearranged slightly, forming a sort of amphitheatre. Everything had been draped in white sheets, and a fire was prepared in the fireplace and candles set out around the room, though nothing was lit. Several tall mirrors circled the room.

Behind the arena for the main show a sort of 'prep room' had been created, a folding leather massage table was set up, the table full of creams and oils was placed beside it, a small box of props rested underneath it. 

Guided by their hands, I lay on the massage table, letting them work the exhaustion from me, letting them pamper me, much as I had pampered/been pampered the night before, though this time with more purpose than mere pleasure. I admit to passing out once or twice as I relaxed, though my handmaidens never let me rest long, reaching between my legs to fondle or stroke me each time I flagged. 

Once I had rolled over they took turns massaging me, the alternate instead gently working my cock, my balls. Hands, mouth... whatever she wanted it seemed, never hard enough to throw me over, just enough to keep me there. 

Once I had been totally massaged, they poured a thick golden oil over my groin, all four hands working in tandem to lather me up, to coat me utterly, working the excess into my thighs, my ass, my stomach. 

They helped me stand, using the oil liberally, coating me until I shone, I could see myself in a mirror standing like some bronzed god, my spear thrust proudly before me. Not exactly classical art. 

Marie lathered my face, then my groin, with a bristle brush from a thick foamy soap, Tatiyana stropped a straight razor, and I admitted then that I was afraid. They shaved around my cock first, not stripping me bare, but removing most of the thicket, leaving me a tidy patch. As Marie cleaned the area with a hot towel, before beginning to re-oil it, and I had to admit the shorter hair made my already somewhat prodigious member seem positively massive, Tatiyana bade me to sit and with careful strokes removed the stubble I'd grown over the last few days. 

The job done, she switched places with Marie, who cleaned my face as Tatiyana allayed my fears about my manhood, bringing me back to life with her talented hands and tongue. I could only groan. 

Eventually the preparation of my body was complete. Now Tati applied the familiar steel ring behind my balls, at the base of my shaft, and the second one just under the flare of the head. I groaned again, feeling my rod swell against the confinement. I half expected the leather sheath again, but they strapped a white loincloth over my hips, just long enough to conceal my manhood. I looked again in the mirror, half smiling to myself. Despite the silly little cloth I looked as if I'd been carved from old bronze, sun and oil combining to tint my chiseled flesh. 

They pointed to my throne, with the altar of offerings, in reality the heavy wooden coffee table draped in a sheet, in front of it, then Tatiyana led me away to the garage, where she stayed with me. Her job now was to keep me hard, but not too hard, until it was time for the show. 

Did it take two hours? I couldn't say. Really I couldn't. The wait after seemed incredibly long, though that might have been the entertainment... 

She didn't just stroke me, kiss me, lick me... didn't just practice her lap dance moves, all the little things to tease me without actually giving me an excuse to go off, or even really to get much further along. In fact, she did little of that, a little here, a little there to keep me lively. 

She prepared herself as well. To be honest, Marie joined her at first, bringing the house phone with her, waiting for the call. The two women didn't go through the entire process I had, but they did oil one another until their flesh gleamed, their body obviously ready for pleasure, nipples hard, pussy's dripping. The phone rang just as they finished with the oil... or just before, and each looked slightly disappointed... I certainly found it distracting. Marie fled the garage, speaking quietly on the handset, closing the door behind her. This led to the teasing from Tatiyana between 'preparations'. 

She dressed, if you could call it that, in clear plastic 'stripper shoes', just like the ones she'd worn last night, her painted toes wiggling. She covered her lower face with a see-through veil. She applied some rouge to her nipples, and perfume to her body. Lastly she pulled on an off white corset, one that just covered her waist, inviting me to tighten it as much as I dared, the white leather laces I bowed neatly at the bottom and left them hanging over her upturned ass. 

I could hear the girls outside, understood that Suzy was going through a shorter version of what I had experienced, then being led away as well... to the pantry opposite the garage I supposed. 

I was led from the garage by Tatiyana, led to my Throne as I watched the other two women finish their ritual ablutions and dressing, closing up the massage table and wheeling it back to the closet it had come from. The worked quickly, though Marie and Karen both took a peek under my loincloth to check my state of readiness. 

I sat, listening to some low, slow, primal sounding music played distantly in the background, the candles and fire lit, even in the heat. The Sun had moved over the house now, beaming in narrowly through the open front window, an eyewitness I supposed. 

Once everything was lit, everyone dressed and in their places, Marie right behind my shoulder, holding a tray with a goblet, did things actually proceed. Karen knocked loudly on the countertop before hurrying back on her high heels. A moment later I heard the pantry door open softly. 

"Who seeks admittance into this holy place?" The three women with me called in unison. They'd practiced, obviously... though when I couldn't begin to guess.

"A lowly supplicant..." came the timid reply from just out of sight. Stronger as she went on "A girl, nothing more." 

"Seek you the Path? Will she place her feet upon the Path of her own free will?"

"I do, I shall." Came the responses. Karen and Tatiyana, dressed identically, moved slowly to bracket the entryway into the living room from the kitchen.

"Come forward, Supplicant." Chanted Karen, her hands raised.

"Become a woman..." began Tatiyana before she realized she'd missed her line, smothering a giggle, she put her hands out just in time as Suzy came around the corner, closing the girl in the ring of their joined hands. Suzy froze awkwardly, though she had sort of expected it. She was dressed in a white robe that hung open down the front, she'd obviously been cleaned up, her pubic hair was cleaned from the lips of her pussy, and obviously professionally trimmed elsewhere, her feet were bare, freshly pedicured, her hair was styled, though it retained its wild rawness that made it so fierce. 

"Is the Supplicant pure of flesh?" Asked Marie from my shoulder. The two women holding her peeled the poor excuse for a robe from her, letting it fall at her feet, then they slowly knelt, hands still joined, each taking a turn peeking at her nethers, then up again, each looking in her mouth, her eyes.

"She is Pure." Karen intoned, suppressing a giggle of her own. 

"She is ready." Added Tatiyana. 

"Is She Willing to walk the Path? To leave behind her childhood, her girlish ways, to become a Woman in truth as in Flesh?" there was a long pause after this, until someone prodded Suzy. To be honest, as silly as it seemed to me, and obviously the others, the ritual seemed to be having some impact on Suzy, her eyes seemed faintly glazed.

"I Am." She replied at last. I felt rather than saw Marie turn. I glanced in a mirror, trying to remain still, her face was stern behind the white veil she wore.

"Then you may approach the Alter." She said evenly. Suzy, guided by a smiling Karen walked around the backside of the chairs and couches, past the crackling fire until she knelt across from me on the other side of the sheet covered coffee table. Marie stepped forward, holding the 'chalice' full of white wine, holding it forth.

"Drink then. Drink a libation to your purity, which you will sacrifice this day, on this alter." Suzy took the cup, taking a deep gulp of the wine, then spilling another across the white cloth. Marie took the chalice, exchanging it for the one Tati handed her, this one full of red. "Drink, take your first womanly blood within you, the blood of your sisters, your mothers, your ancestors, consecrated for this day, so that when you spill your blood you do not do so alone." Suzy drank the entire goblet down, gasping from the effort when she handed the cup back, her lips wet with the wine. As I watched her chest rise and fall I felt a warmth that had little to do with lust and a lot to do with wanting to take care of her. I wanted her to enjoy this, wanted her to be happy, to not ruin this. I know, at this late hour such a sentiment was superfluous, but there you have it. 

Marie continued on as Karen and Tati reclined on seats opposite each other, flanking the 'altar', legs spread slightly so that their sex was exposed. 

"Rise, no longer a Supplicant, not yet a Mistress of the Path. Rise and uncover your lord and master, kneel in worship before the God of Men, who alone has the power to unlock the woman within you." Suzy rose, slightly unsteady from the wine, from the near trance Marie's monotone seemed to have created within her. She stepped over the altar, not around, crossing a threshold and knelt before me, between my knees. I tried to suppress a twitch, but I could see muscles jumping in my chest in the mirror as I looked on impassively. Suzy reached forward, taking the flimsy loincloth from me, and Marie took it from her. My cock stared up at the girl, as close as she'd ever been to it, the head angry purple above gleaming steel, my balls heavy and swollen, laden with promise above another steel ring.

"See Him Crowned before you, awaiting your worship. You must awaken the God of Men, must seek his approval before he may shower his blessing upon you." 

Her hands had rested upon my knees as Marie spoke. Prodded into action by the ritual words she leaned forward, slowly and certainly, her hands gliding along my legs, brushing the hairs backwards, sending shivers up my body as she got closer to the prize. I could feel her hot breath against my skin. 

I happened to glance aside, out the window, noticing a few people loitering outside, pointing at the naked people, wondering what was going on. They could hear us clearly I was certain, as the window was open, but they remained politely silent, though a few camera phones were held up. I noticed Tatiyana's contented smile before I managed to wrench my attention back to the girl before me. 

She was frozen, inches from my throbbing cock, her eyes seemingly glued to the 'crown' around the head. I caught her eye, just a tiny little movement. I smiled encouragingly and whispered. 

"Do it." Quiet enough that I wasn't sure even she heard me, close as she was. 

Her coral tongue darted out, however, curling to flick up a droplet of clear thick fluid from the slit, tasting me, tasting my 'sacred essence'. Another flick, another tasted, and another, until her hands awkwardly gripped my burning iron, mauling it slightly, but endearingly. I shuddered when her lips closed about my head, suckling gently, her teeth scrapping against the sensitive ridge. Despite her lack of skill, and slow in coming enthusiasm, I have to say it was the hottest blowjob I had ever received. I heard faint cheers from our audience as her head bobbed gently in my lap. I couldn't remain a statue, I gripped her hair with my hands, pulling her gently but firmly onto my cock. 

"You have awakened the God of Men." Marie intoned, pulling her off of me, slapping my hands free with tiny, subtle moves. I growled at her, but without force or real anger. Suzy's dazed look seemed even more entrenched now, her mouth gasping and open, like she could barely register that she didn't have a cock to suck anymore. 

I remembered my part of this... what little I had been told before hand. This was my moment. I stood, towering over her, ringed cock swaying heavily, dripping spit and precum over her.

"You seek to become Woman?" I growled loudly.

"I do." She replied. 

"Are you prepared for the sacrifice, the Sacrament?" I returned, unsure which it was supposed to be. 

"I... Am." Came the firm response... without doubt now. I straddled the 'altar', turning so that I faced the window, the sun and other witnesses.

"Come then, Maiden, Sacrifice on this Altar so that all may see and know that the girl is no more." I managed. She nodded silently, standing above me, feet spread on the wide table, facing away and lowering herself. When the tip of my cock touched her sex she paused, frozen, at the very final threshold, my hand on her hip causing her to drop suddenly like I'd placed a fifty-pound weight on her lap. She gasped, crying out loudly as I pierced her, my thick cock tearing through wet but unprepared tissue. 

Marie took one knee in hand, spreading her legs wider. Karen, with her back to the window, rose and took the other knee, spreading the girl's legs wide, causing her to sink even lower on my shaft, I could feel my head crushed between the unyielding cervix and the steel ring. Karen wiped her middle finger along the last bit of skin along my cock, holding up a red stained tip, showing it around the room and out the window before wiping it on the sheet between my legs. 

Suzy's eyes were closed, I could see in a mirror she was biting her lip as she got used to me inside her for the first time, her legs being spread by the two 'priestesses', nude but for their waist cinches and veils, shook at the tension. I felt Marie's nails scrape down my spine as she leaned close to whisper in my ear.

"She's all yours. Be her God for today..." when she leaned back with a tiny nod to Karen, they released her. I'd been holding her upper body steady, now I wrapped my arms through her armpits, pulling her up and letting her slide back down, pulled by gravity. The Ring slipped slightly, ever so slightly along my shaft, I could only wonder how it felt to her as it slid through her as I slowly fucked her, bottoming out on each thrust. 

When I could feel the trickle of her juices, and our mingling sweat, flowing over my balls to soak into the sheet I picked up the pace, changing my grip, one arm around her ribs, the other hooked under one knee. I flexed my knees, standing, taking her with me, impaling her with my spear, fucking her just by moving. She cried out, breasts bouncing against my arm until I grabbed one with my hand, bringing her trapped knee up to grab the other one, her free leg dangling as I fucked her. I took a moment to get her other knee into the crook of my elbow, now holding her up by the legs, one hand gently mauling each of her beautiful breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers as I slammed into her, liquid splashing out of her. 

I moved again, bringing her knees together, turning her slightly sideways as she reclined against my chest, legs held up by my grip on her ankles as I folded her practically in half. 

I felt the pressure building, the pleasure of her exquisitely tight cunt around my shaft, gripping it like a fist. But I couldn't come this way, too much effort, too much work. I was still sore from earlier, but I held out, wanting to draw out the fuck as long a I could manage, wanted to wring every erg of pleasure from her body, leaving her limp and used up. 

Still, the crowd had seen her flower more than enough, I struggled to spin her around, something a little less strenuous for me, wrapping her legs around my waist, her arms clutching my neck as she screamed her pleasure into my neck. Of course, I thought, from this angle her clit scrapped along my belly and she could hit the lower ring around my shaft when she bottomed out. She flexed her legs, ridding me now, I just held her up, counting on my legs and back to hold out for a while longer, I pulled one of those teats up to my face, suckling on her sensitive nipple, large and full. When she mewled a protest that it was growing too sensitive, I switched to the other one, enjoying their marshmallowy softness in my hands, against my face. 

When I began to shake, when her legs grew to weak to grip me, to fuck me properly, I lowered her to the altar, lowered myself so we remained joined at the hip, rolling her over into doggy style, facing away from the crowd this time. It gave them a great view of the action but if they didn't like my ass they would move on, I refused to care. 




Four for the Handyman Ch. 03



She didn't bother holding her head up, but with a contented purr lay her face against her arms as I took her from behind, slapping her upturned ass with great pleasure. I could cum this way, so I wasn't as vigorous as I might have been, wanting to hold back as long as possible. Before me her once virginal body quivered and shook. She wasn't particularly loud or demonstrative, but there was no mistaking the ongoing series of cuntal spasms against my little man inside her, or the way her eyes had remained screwed tightly shut, the tiny tosses of her wild mane... she was riding a never ending wave of pleasure. 

Trying to keep my pace steady, to keep my head cool I glanced around, seeing all three of the women in various seats, not the Throne, all with their legs propped up on the arms of the various chairs they occupied, one hand busy. I could see how each preferred her solo play. Karen used both hands, fingers of one hand plunging into her pussy, the other hand dipping a lone finger into her ass from behind. Tatiyana did the four-finger rub, writhing madly in her seat, her whole body in on the act, moaning louder than Suzy's quiet whimpers. Marie trapped her clit between two fingers, rolling it back and forth as she rubbed in circles; the tips of her fingers sliding in and out of her puffy lips. She kept her other hand in reserve, occasionally sliding a finger across the top of her clit when it peeked through her other fingers, each time gasping silently. 

I knew I needed to finish up soon. My endurance was wearing out, Suzy's moans took on a slight pained tone as she grew more sensitive... and I knew just how I wanted to finish. I nodded to each of the 'priestesses' that I wanted them on the couch, which would put their backs to the window, but oh well. I flipped Suzy onto her back, spinning her around so her head was pointed out the window, rising above her, holding her down by weight of my body. I even felt godlike, a victim of the same sort of hypnotic suggestion that seemed to have entranced Suze... 

I took an ankle in each hand, rubbing my thumbs along the skin of her inner leg, the soles of her feet, lifting her unresisting legs up over her shoulders, spread wide so I could plunge deeply into her, staring at each of the women who had arranged this as they stroked themselves and each other. 

I was rough now, rougher than I had been when gravity had done the hard work, harder than when I'd fucked her like a beast. Now, more than ever I took her, made her my Sacrifice, with her head dangling over the edge of the Altar, her hips lifted off the table by the angle of her legs, her breasts bouncing back and forth as I fucked her, plunging deep into her, the ring at the head of my cock winking at me every time I pulled back, the one at the base slapping her clit with every inward thrust as I plowed into her sodden, willing body. She screamed now, lusty and full throated, never once vocalizing what she wanted, never demanding, perfectly yielding to my burning need, and her own insatiable lust. 

I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her, barely slowing, never pausing when I had to tug her back onto the altar as the force of my thrusts drove her forwards. I fucked her with purpose, with driven need, my need, held in check by force of will, by habit, by the pain of constricting ring prisoning my flesh. I growled like an animal as I slammed into her, our bodies meeting each time with a loud slap, wet sprays and sticky trails accompanying each movement. Our entire body, merged as we were, was soaked with sweat, it poured liberally from us, muscles cramped up in my legs, my back, my arms burned with exhaustion, but still I fucked her, her voice raw and rasping from screaming out, yet still she screamed, still she bucked her hips against my grasp, doing her best to meet my every inward thrust, to draw out every outbound stroke. 

With a final roar, a blinding pain in my head like I'd never felt during sex I slammed into her, my legs jack hammering straight, pulling her hips upwards with mine until only her shoulders touched the Altar, her wiry red hair dangling with her lolling head over the edge. I felt the pressure, the force of my orgasm pushing against the constricting rings, and like the nozzle of a fire hose, making my spray, when if finally came, jet out of me in a hard stream. I filled her, white oozing out, my exhausted hands spasmed open, dropping her to the table, and still I sprayed, jets lashing out, splattering her sodden skin, landing on her face, in her hair, the three seated women sliding out of the couch, as if in a hurry to catch it. Marie took some across her face as she clamped down on my cock, grabbing the empty chalice and coaxing me to finish in the cup. Not that much remained compared to what lay against the semiconscious girl on the coffee table. 

It only took a tiny push to get me to collapse into my 'throne', exhausted and weak. Karen coaxed Suzy to drink of some water from a cup, rousing her enough to finish the ceremony they'd planned. Once she was done twitching through her aftershocks they let her lie as she'd been left on the Alter for a few moments. 

"The Sacrifice is done, you are a Girl no more, but a Woman true. Arise, Woman." They helped her sit up, too weak to stand just yet. Marie held up the chalice, the one that held the rest of the White Wine, the one I'd put some cum into a moment ago. 

"Once this chalice represented your purity, it held the fluid, clean and untainted, and so you drank from it, laying a libation on the altar in preparation of your Sacrifice. Now it is, like you, tainted with Sin, with Pleasure, with the Essential Element of Man that every Girl must take within her to become Woman. Drink now in Celebration of your Sacrifice." She held the cup to the dazed girl's lips, holding it for her as she noisily drank it down. I couldn't see a clock, but the sun had moved visibly while we had fucked... an hour at least... though perhaps part of that was ceremony... I'd been busy. 

The rest, and drink, roused Suzy a bit more and they helped her to her feet, leaving the trails of sticky cum drying on her body. 

"When you came before us, you wore the robes of a Supplicant, barefoot and innocent of your power. You leave us a Priestess of the Mysteries of Womanhood, and garbed as befits your new station, with pride and sexuality." Tatiyana knelt to help her put on the white, rather than clear, shoes, she's be able to look me in the eye if we both were standing, which I think was the point. Karen settled the veil over her face while Marie viciously tightened a corset around her waist, exaggerating her figure. 

"Go forth, Priestess, and know that no Man is beyond your power or desires now. Go forth with all the responsibilities of a Woman blessed by the God of Men before the all seeing Sun, a Sister among us." With this last each woman took a turn lifting their veil and hers to kiss her on the lips, then they led her out in a short procession, following the path in, headed, I could see from my seat, not to the Pantry or up the stairs, but out the back door... where they broke up, dropping the formal ritual, though they were out of sight of the crowd, which only slightly dispersed after the climactic finale. My business, I supposed, I stood and closed the drapes enough for privacy. The day was barely half over and I was physically a wreck, yet four essentially nude and highly sexed young women were waiting for me in the back yard... though I suppose at least one was, for the moment, satisfied. Certainly her walk had been unsteady, the trail of mixed cum down her inner thigh as she walked had been surprisingly erotic all things being equal. 

I slipped my 'crown' from my softening cock as I walked out back to see what came next.



Four for the Handyman Ch. 04



It occurred to me as I staggered out the back door that I had probably missed out on a great deal of fun with Marie as my blowjob queen with the short seduction of Suzy, the almost instant conclusion of my half of the deal. C'est la vie. To be honest, I wasn't sure I could match the intensity of that one extremely abrupt blowjob if I had months to set it all up. A perfect storm situation I supposed. Still, I could claim my prize now, couldn't I? Marie was mine to do with as I pleased... by her own agreement no less.

I guess I took too long heading outside to join the girls, I knew the deal was for unanimous decisions, and I could see from their veiled faces that they had reached some sort of agreement on something already. I smelled trouble, big trouble. 

I looked at them, taking a good long look before I crossed that threshold. Tall Tatiyana, cool lean blonde, on her eight inch stripper shoes, each girl's matching hers but for Suzy, who wore white instead. She looked slightly sleepy, very satisfied... far too satisfied actually. Her already narrow waist was cinched down to ridiculous levels by the off-white corset around her middle, her high proud breasts standing free above it. The silver ring through her clit was practically thrumming between her long legs, her face behind the diaphanous veil covering everything from the nose down, wore an easy, mysterious smile.

Suzy, my recent conquest, former virgin... a wild Irish rose with the curves of Venus, swaying slightly from exhaustion that was purely physical, and perhaps from some alcohol, dressed like the others, though just recently, with my own white jizz painting her pale skin, seeping from her puffy red sex peeking out from a newly trimmed copper bush, the only girl with noticeable pubes in the bunch. The corset, pulled cruelly tight by Marie, my prize, made her look vaguely kewpie like, her huge pillowy breasts, beautifully formed, even dare I say groomed swayed hypnotically as she tottered slightly, leaning against Tati. 

Cute, tiny Karen, vaguely Asian looking, but almost as pale as Suzy, her skin taking on a crème color, setting off the corset almost as well as her long black hair, her tiny breasts exaggerated by the miniscule wasp waist her corset gave her. I felt like I could wrap one hand around that waist, certainly both hands would do it easily. Her body, her posture, her every attitude practically screamed 'fuck me', and remembering her behavior the first day I'd spent in the house, I felt the first stirrings of recovery below the waist. She licked her lips as I stared at her. 

Lastly my prize, the ringleader of this circus, Marie, she of the evenly bronzed skin, her nipples brown nubbins on full, shapely breasts, her cunt looking tiny in an inviting gap between muscular legs, her brown hair over one shoulder. Had I the strength I'd bend her over the rail of the pool behind them and take her right there, as was my right by conquest. She stood with her legs slightly spread, as if inviting me to take her by force, as if she was braced for it. 

My skin still gleaming with sweat and oils that had been rubbed into my skin earlier... twice today in fact... I finally strode into the sun, joining them. 

I kissed Suzy on the lips gently, holding her hand so she wouldn't collapse at the pressure, so tired was she. 

"You were... are... beautiful." I told her. Always compliment a girl, especially after. 

"And you... " she breathed..."were like nothing I'd ever imagined." 

I took that as a compliment and before I released her hand I slipped the steel ring from my cock head, the one that had been inside her the entire time we'd fucked just moments ago, onto the ring finger of her right hand. 

"That's for you. A memento of your first time for always. Give it back to me before you go to school Monday morning and I'll have it remade into a real ring by the time you get home." I promised. She smiled softly. I still had the other ring around the base of my shaft, I'd need help getting that one off. 

"You did... better than expected." Tati complimented me. Marie wouldn't, of course. 

"I do feel a bit proud. I feel I should claim my prize now, but forgive me if I'm a bit worn out from the command performance. I don't doubt that the lot of you could coax an encore, but..." I shrugged. The tension was thick, their lineup unnatural, almost confrontational. 

" Well, we all know you want to take Marie, according to the deal... and you're right." Karen piped up. 

"But we decided... unanimously... to change the deal again." Marie was almost smug. "You don't get me. Not today. If you have the patience... well..." I blinked, ready to argue, to point out that reneging wasn't an option, not even by unanimous choice, but Suzy cut in first.

"You get me. Just like you would have had Marie. I get you first because they were unfair to me to trick me like they did, and as the 'virgin' I have the most catching up to do."

"Then me." Added Tatiyana with a wink that promised more would be forthcoming eventually. "After all, I was as teased as you were last week, unable to touch you, even as you were ripe for the plucking." 

"And then I get you.. all to myself... you can't just give a girl the best orgasm she's had all year, then taunt her with a serious fucking like the one you just laid down then expect her to sit back patiently to wait until you're done with another..." Karen added stridently, hands on hips, challenging. 

"Then..." Marie taunted softly, taking charge once more... " And only then, if you survive the gauntlet will I let you touch me." Her voice caught on that a bit, but she couldn't resist throwing her brilliance in my face. "After all, changing the deal was your call, not mine. I'm just following your precedent." I swayed on my feet, Tati, the game player, watched me closely, almost leaning forward in time with my backwards sway...

"True, but I don't need agreement from anyone to keep altering. One night." I tossed back, each girl blinked, almost in unison. "One night apiece, in rotation. First Suzy..." 

"Susan. I'm a woman now..." she protested weakly.

"Susan. Tonight I sleep in her room, her bed. All the things I said about you applies to her as well. Tomorrow, Tati, her bed, all night, same deal; then Karen, then you... Tuesday." I promised her. "I think I can wait that long..." I paused, letting it sink in, I could see her planning, thinking to keep the girls on her side, convincing them that one night apiece was far too little, then I closed the deal. "Then we start over with Susan, starting the cycle again." Once every four days... not what I'd planned, what I'd expected, but better than nothing... and it wasn't as if I'd be complaining while I waited. 

She tried to take a deep breath, as deep as she could in the corset. I waited with baited breath... who would break ranks first. Tati was my guess, but only I knew she was on my side, so to speak.

"I like it." Karen chimed in. "And it only covers which bedroom he sleeps in, who he fucks that night... which means you can still hold your end of the deal during the day... he's fair game for whomever has an itch to scratch." 

Game.Set.Match. I even got a freebie out of it, thanks to Karen's reading the fine print for me. Tatiyana actually laughed out loud, breaking ranks physically with the other girls, stalking to the patio to sit, legs still spread, on one of the loungers. Poor Susan looked a little lost, out of the loop and unaware of some elements of The Deal. 

With her move, the tension dissolved, the girls scattering, mostly. Marie just stood there looking stunned. I'd outmaneuvered her for the second, maybe third time today, I'd triggered buttons she didn't even know she had. Karen was leading Susan off, telling her out loud a few minor details, explaining that Marie was basically my little pet now... at least for a while. Almost in those exact words, as a matter of fact. My cock stirred as it hit home, I had the initiative, the advantage.

I stepped forward, scooping Marie into my arms. She was lighter than Susan, though my arms ached anyway. I carried her quickly before I could exhaust myself and dropped her, screaming, into the chill water of the pool. She sputtered and cursed, angry as any pussy forced into water against its will when she came up, hair a wet curtain over her eyes.

"I like my pet clean and ready for me. When you are mine, essentially every day, and every fourth night..." For now, "... you will be clean when I want you clean, how I want you clean." I glanced at the repaired motor. It would be fine for now. She glowered at me, knowing I wasn't quite ready to fuck yet. I would be, oh... I would be. 

"Go ahead and remove that silly veil and corset. Leave the shoes on." The padding under her feet was already soaked, no sense letting that sacrifice go to waste. "once you are done, just stand there and wait for me.... Put the cloth on the stairs there." I told her, walking away and signaling Tati to meet me inside. I was at the sink, pulling out some dish soap and a rough sponge when she tottered in.

"You know, you just completely destroyed a very excellent plan that would have taken two weeks to accomplish what you just did in five minutes?" She asked me, leaning against the counter. " I guess I can't complain, I don't have to wait nearly so long to enjoy you, if less thoroughly than I had planned." She arched her back, perfectly comfortable in the corset and heels, the two or so hours she'd been wearing them child's play to the eight or more she spent in them at work. 

"Tragic. I know you must be ready to go to bed... again... but would you mind terribly playing my second for a while... and I would like some of your toys."

"Ah... certainly. I had hoped you'd want my help waking the beast there, but I suppose you have everything well in hand." She stretched luxuriously, catlike and utterly feminine at the same time. "I suppose you want me pool side? Karen? Suzy.. Susan?"

"You. I'm sure Karen will be happy to help Suz...an explore a few other avenues of sexuality for a while tonight. If Susan doesn't pass out on her." I looked at the sky. Summer, I had plenty of daylight left, though of course I'd had a really early morning... I'd seek my bed... Susan's bed, before the sun went down. Hopefully I'd get some real sleep tonight, I had the feeling Susan would want to wring me dry and then squeeze a bit more just to be certain she'd got it all. She was a lusty teenager, and I remembered the girls when I'd been that age: They'd either fuck you until your dick chapped, or they wouldn't let you past second base. Besides, while I was working over Marie, turning her into a good Submissive instead of a crappy switch Dom/tease, she'd be resting up and thinking about the night to come. It seemed horribly unfair... er... 

I headed back outside with my dish soap and scrubby sponge. Marie shivered in the pool and glared at me, but she'd obeyed. The heels were a poor idea in the pool, I knew, but I was already thinking ahead. I didn't live here because I was short of money and needed to split rent or work it off, after all. I could probably match Tatiyana dollar for dollar if I had to, and I knew what kind of money a young, naturally hot woman like her could earn as a dancer, never mind the stipend from her parents and the scholarship funds. The whole 'rental property' was a sticking point, I had to admit, but the place was run down, poorly maintained by the owners... bah, I get ahead of myself.

Marie took one look at my supplies and shook her head. 

"Oh, hell no!" she snarled, starting for the stairs.

"Oh, hell Yes!" I snapped right back. My voice alone was enough to pull her up short, a reminder of this morning's confrontation I supposed. Yeah, letting her think was a mistake, giving her time to stew, to work up her pride and indignation. I threw the sponge at her, slapping her in the face with the harmless yellow and green thing. She blinked, staggered back, lost her balance and fell into the water. By the time she sputtered upright again I had the sponge back. I took one hand in mine, turning it up and slapping the sponge into it. Then I took the other and poured a fat dollop of the syrupy soap into her palm, slapping her breasts with her own, soapy, hand. 

"You Will clean yourself. You're covered in sweat an old nasty oil and sex. That won't do at all. Is that how you want to have your first time with me? Covered in someone else's sex funk? Nasty? We can do nasty, but I'll be damned if our first is sloppy seconds for you." I snarled. Stunned she rubbed the soap around absently. I snapped the top shut on the bottle and tossed it in to float next to her. " Be through. Make me happy with how clean you are or it will go downhill from here." She shuddered, eyes closed at my words. Not fear, I was certain. She trusted her friends, trusted the public venue, despite the high wooden fence we were still out of doors where the neighbors could, if they chose, listen in. 

I stood by and watched, my cock swelling pleasantly, but not completely as she obeyed me. I had never tried to exercise power over a woman like this before, it felt... good. My ex had been too willful, too selfish to ever listen to even my suggestions, but not dominant enough to challenge me either. 

About the time I heard Tati's heels behind me on the patio I grew impatient with Marie's cleaning and snatched the soap from the water, pouring a fat dollop into her hair, rubbing it in vigorously with my hand, then grabbing her wrist to pull her around and pour another dollop down the crack of her ass. 

"I said through." I stated flatly. Instinct or basic decency programmed into me from childhood kept me from adding a dismissive 'bitch' to that. With Tati I would have in a heartbeat, with Karen I'd say it if we were in mid fuck... no sweat. With Marie? Here and now certainly she'd react poorly. I wasn't giving her the opportunity to collect herself, I wouldn't give her the opportunity to get indignant, to get her pride up. I couldn't confront her too strongly too often or I'd lose my power over her. She had to be coaxed as much as possible. 

Tatiyana's sharp nails dug into my hard ass cheek. I had cramps all through my body from before, the sudden reminder almost staggered me. Standing there, glowering, I had frozen up. I needed water, needed... god I needed anything but the hard, necessary, work I was putting in. 

"Lift your legs up, honey, clean them good too..." Tati cooed to her friend. Marie blinked, looking to me instantly for confirmation, and I nodded. Excellent, I thought. The knowledge that her friends were on my side, coupled with the exact right response... I wanted to skip ahead, to fuck her right then. Tati set the case down on the grass next to my bare feet, leaning in close so she could whisper to me.

"Have her serve you like she did before. You need to relax, and the 'non-sexual' work will keep her... calm." She whispered, caressing my back. "Give her a few more minutes... she's not 100% clean yet." I nodded tightly, and coughed when I realized she was moving into a crouch before me, taking my cock in her mouth, only chubby, half sized, still exhausted but getting better. It was easy to get her lips over my tight sack, matching up with the ring still there.

"Don't worry about her, pet. You need to clean there better." I leaned forward, braced on the edge of the pool and cupped her cunt, just over the water line, slapping upwards sharply, drawing a gasp. And don't forget your face either." I added roughly. I was swelling in the blonde's mouth, the hard stud in her tongue working miracles on my abused flesh. I wondered if she enjoyed the mingled taste of Suzy's body and mine, the taste of the oils she'd massaged into my skin over and over again. It was hard to tell, she was eager enough, skilled certainly, but she gave no hint, no clue about her own feelings as she worked. She kept her lips locked to that ring, like a prize, as my dick swelled in her willing mouth, one finger rubbing my pucker. I wasn't sure how to take that, but I had to admit it felt good with everything else. I didn't waste time wondering how she could breath like that... a womanly mystery that could remain unsolved. 

Of course, her efforts grew less magnificent as my girth and length limited her options, until she relied on tongue flutters and main suction. 

Meanwhile I enjoyed watching Marie clean her conch, my stern gaze keeping her working on it far far longer than strictly necessary. Despite herself, she obviously was enjoying it as well, before she could get off, however, I sternly reminded her to scrub her face, I'd already ensured she'd used both sides of the sponge, particularly the harsh green side, her skin glowed from the friction. 

I tapped Tati on the shoulder, letting her up... or rather asking her up, and leaned forward, sponge in and. I rasped Marie's twat with the scrubby side, watching as she jumped at the contact. I pushed her over, into the water once more, though she'd rinsed several times. The pump was only pulling the soapy film out slowly, utterly inadequately. 

"Ok, Marie. You're clean enough... now." I stated for the benefit of both of the women. I didn't want her using the rails on the stairs out of the pool, she had to hold my hand up and down, until she stood before me, shivering with the cold, she'd be warm soon enough. She looked down at my hard cock, dripping with her friend's saliva. I shook my head briefly. Oh, I knew she wouldn't mind giving me another blowjob.. .but she was about to learn a thing or two about teasing. I lifted her chin with one finger, looking down into her eyes.

"You must learn that you are mine, and only mine, until such time as our deal ends. No one else may touch you, you may not touch anyone else, not even when I am forced to share a bed with the others. You remember the deal, don't you." After a long moment she nodded, a tiny limited thing at the angle I held her head. Rules, she loved rules, setting them following them, forcing others to follow them. Maybe she loved breaking them under certain circumstances, but really, once you had her roped to rules... of her own making anyway... she became pliable. "Are you ready for your first lesson?"

She started to form an answer, and argument. What about the bath? Where did lessons come into the deal? I don't know what she planned to say, but the awkwardness of the finger under her jaw, the look in my eye, made her pause just long enough to whimper and nod once more, just as before. 

"Excellent." I breathed, sounding as pleased as I felt. My pleasure washed over her, palpably rewarding her for obedience. I HAD to figure out how that worked, to use it later, on demand if at all possible. She closed her eyes with another whimper, utterly at my mercy, at least for the moment. That would undoubtedly change, and soon I suspected. 

"Turn around, my pet." I shaped the term into an endearment now, rather than the dismissive pejorative I'd used earlier. Keep those lovely dark eyes closed, face out over the water... there you go... that's my lovely pet, so obedient, so..." I sighed softly, caressing her back. "Put your hands on the rim... like that. Step back a bit... a bit more... that's my girl, spread your legs... wider... wider still... I know it aches, I know..." I kept caressing her back. She was spread wide now, totally open, and I had the best look at her sex I'd ever had. She was so narrow, so tight, with neat little lips that failed to close over her cute little bud, wide tanned skin, with faint pale streaks in the folds where her strong thighs met her body, I reached between them, finding the thin little line of close cropped hair, barely pencil wide and trailed my finger's down it, straight to her nubbin, making her jump. She was so wet, not just the water beading on her skin, but a faint runnel of thicker fluid collecting like dew in her folds. I nodded to Tati, indicating what I wanted. 




Four for the Handyman Ch. 04



Marie believed I was about to fuck her, no doubt. She was willing, ready... there could be no mistake. It might have even been the right thing to do, but Tatiyana was right, I was in no condition to do anything of the sort right now, no matter how hard I got. Pain accompanied every stiff movement. 

I took the blindfold, traditional, a folded square of black silk, rather than the easier, more effective mask. Marie would respond to tradition, safe and secure tradition. I wrapped it around her head, tying it tight as she shivered next to me, dry in the heat of the afternoon, not cold now I was certain, but needy, ready... eager even. Should I curse myself for spending myself so fully earlier? Should I curse the fact that I wasn't 18 anymore, and I took longer to recover? Should I curse the Russian for spending my strength this morning twice over, thrice? 

My hard burning shaft brushed her skin as I tied the blindfold tight over her eyes, checking it twice to ensure it had no gaps. She leaned slightly into me, seeking more contact as I trailed my hand down her spine, over the curve of her ass silently, possessively. I smiled wistfully. It wasn't so easy, no matter how it seemed. I'd broken her once today and yet barely had control over her in the pool. Now it was strictly the lust that made her easy, pliable. I let my thumb trace her delicate lips. It was, I thought, one of the prettiest cunnies I'd ever seen; from a purely aesthetic aspect. 

She bucked slightly, the position relatively easy to hold I thought, though the widespread legs, in those heels, had to be a challenge. I pointed silently to my next selection, Tati looked at me in faint disbelief. 

"As I said, you are mine now. Solely mine. It's a lesson you'll have to learn." I considered something, reaching under her stomach, pressing against her pelvis with hard fingers. She gasped in discomfort.

"Please... don't... I... I'll have to pee..." she whispered. I pressed again, insistent. 

"I recommend it, actually." Demand, but she'd react to it. She gasped, struggling against my hand, my other hand pressed between her shoulder blades so she couldn't move. She didn't last long, not at all, the warm gush of liquid spilling out of her into the grass, hardly and splatter at all thanks to her posture. 

"That's a good girl." I soothed her, taking the sponge from the water, using the soft end this time to clean her gently with gratifying response. At my insistent wave, my blonde assistant handed me the next item.

"As you are mine, you are not to enjoy anyone else, or anyone else to enjoy you except at my instruction. This is a lesson you need to be taught before we go any further, and I can think of no better way than this." I slid the wide leather between her legs, the two flesh colored prongs, wet with lube, pushing against her body. She gasped, a protest, a question, even a demand on her lips, but the sudden breath caused her to loosen just a bit more, though she was already as open as a woman got without actual penetration, and the prongs slid into her openings in a second. She stood abruptly in shock, a move I anticipated and I wrapped the belt around her waist, snapping the lock shut with an audible click. 

I caught her before she could fall, her sudden movements totally at odds with her posture, her shoes. She snatched the blindfold from her eyes, glaring up at me, forcing herself to stand, tugging the belt.

"Get it off me, now." She hissed. See what I mean about elusive control. 

"No." I said flatly. "Take it off yourself." She pulled at the locking hasp helplessly for a second before turning to Tati, hand out.

"The key." She demanded. Tatiyana, bless her soul, shrugged helplessly.

"It is your deal, after all." She said simply. 

Marie stalked away, I let her go. Her legs were shaking with fatigue, she'd try to sit soon, and I knew she wouldn't get the belt off without help. Despite the violent reaction, expected as it was, I was quite pleased with her progress so far, the pee was a brilliant bit of improv if I say so. 

"You are quite cruel." Tatiyana smiled at me. "Shall we follow her in, or wait out here?"

"Out here. I don't think she'll tolerate Karen or Susan seeing her like this, though I bet at least one of them has been watching from the windows. She'll be back soon enough, and everyone is expecting dinner soon enough." There came a yelp from inside as she sat down without thinking. 

It took less time than I thought, minutes or less after the yelp. Marie appeared in the sliding door from the kitchen, not quite stepping out, head hanging down low in surrender. 

"What do I have to do to get this off me?" she asked meekly. 

"Master." Corrected Tatiyana for me. I blinked. I hadn't thought about things like that myself, and certainly didn't think Marie would accept it.

"What?!" she demanded in shock. See?

"You are his pet, you've more or less accepted that, with a few exceptions. Pets have owners and masters, and owner seemed awkward. Maybe you like it more?" she asked mischievously. Marie looked to me, but I refused to answer, raising one eyebrow. I could watch as she chewed it over, almost forgetting the intrusive chastity belt locked around her hips, the center strap wide enough to make closing her legs painful. It was, I thought, a wonderful training aide. 

"What do I have to do to get this thing off me... Owner." She spat out the last defiantly. I smiled. It was damned awkward, but the acknowledgement was all hers, and more powerful for it. Besides, aside from the purely unusual syntax, I rather liked the implied difference of Owner. It would do. 

"Several things, I'm afraid. Time is one, until I'm sure you've learned that lesson, you're stuck with it. Secondly, you need to check that attitude. Pets with attitude get disciplined, then more training." She had the sense to look fearful at that, at least. "though its early enough that I can be more generous." She'd forgotten that we were working under far more than what I assumed were normal 'safety' precautions. She had friends to protect her, and most of what she did was entirely voluntary. I hadn't actually forced her into anything yet. Tricked her? Yes, forced... no. 

"I am sorry... Owner..." she managed around the odd word. " What does... your pet... need to do?" she managed softly, almost desperately. 

"Your... owner... has need of your services. Once you've completed certain tasks for him I'm sure he'll consider removing the belt." Tati played along, speaking for me. I held up my hand.

"This was... is true enough. But first there are lessons. A pet should never walk away from its owner without permission. Strays tend to have bad things happen to them. I can forget a pet strayed if she comes back promptly, and aware of her guilt." Marie almost leapt out the door, staggering across the patio too fast for her shoes. I stopped her at the grass with an upraised hand, like she'd gotten ahead of me, rather than the kindness I actually did her.

"Begging forgiveness, Pet." I waited until she got it, dropping to her knees slowly, on all fours across the grass. "Keep your shoes up, pet, I don't want them getting stained." Between the belt and the unfamiliar posture she struggled across the short distance to my outstretched hand, nuzzling it as if she'd done it all her life. 

"Please, owner. Forgive me. I've been a bad pet, I need training." She whispered softly into my palm, her breath tickling my hand, her damp hair soft. She was crying, or rather a trail of a few tears, nothing else, leaked from her dark eyes. God, could I continue this? 

The Russian squatted behind her, running one hand against the wide leather, making Marie shiver.

"Still a bit damp back here." She commented, standing. Marie just rested her head against my palm, shoes clattering together from the effort of holding the heavy things up. 

"Come with me, Pet." I said, keeping my hand to her face as I walked towards the house slowly, waving my assistant ahead of me. Marie stayed on her hands and knees faithfully, trying to keep up. I stopped short of the hard patio... "You may stand to follow me, my lovely pet. You aren't begging now, but learning." I pointed out as if it had just occurred to me. "I expect that tomorrow you will have some idea of a training aide that will help you learn better." I shook my hand slightly, the one she'd been doing her best to keep in contact with. I wondered if she got it, if not Tati would have what I wanted, several times over. "I am starting so slow. " I whispered, caressing her face, "So carefully. I want... I so want you to master every lesson... I want you to be the very best pet you can be, the best pet I can imagine..." I trailed my fingers across her cheek as I turned away and walked stiffly into the house, into the living room. 

The Massage table was waiting, as was Tati and her case of toys. I needed to assemble my own, more selective, selection, and soon. I glanced at Marie, she glanced back, looking away quickly, but I saw that I didn't need to speak. She understood, and I had to wonder just how much she understood, if she saw just how close we'd come to what she'd expected when I'd blindfolded her. Could she read me so easily? Would she see just how ragged, how forced my control over her was? Was I a fraud? 

I let it all out with a deep breath, laying face down on the warm leather padding. 

This was purely functional service, no sexuality involved, odd I know given the circumstances. I was in pain, agony almost from strained muscles and exhaustion, and I needed my pet, no matter what her wants were, to sooth them, to bring me back to full readiness. 

The only one who spoke at all over the next hour was Tati, giving pointers, techniques, suggesting methods of working my body over, even choices of oils, though I didn't see how that could possibly matter. I passed out early on, sleeping on the table lightly as Marie's hands kneaded my flesh, working the pain and tension out of abused muscle. 

I woke near the end of the back massage when Tati scolded her, I felt her thumb pressing my ass gently, as Tati had done. I stirred slightly, the thumb disappeared, though seconds later a wet probing tongue replaced it for a few seconds before withdrawing. I was fully awake now, but I had missed whatever had passed, and I knew better than to disrupt the dynamic. 

Small strong hands prodded me to roll over, since I was awake, and so I levered myself up and over, feeling much better, if not 100%. Marie lifted my head up, cradling it against her breasts as she held a tall glass of cold water to my lips. I drank it dry and part of a second, the fluid feeling like drugs passing through my veins. She smiled and lay my head down, fully into the massage thing, unquestioning, undemanding, unresisting... though I suppose the fact that she wasn't being actively ordered about helped quite a bit. 

The competent massage continued, and I dozed off again, waking briefly when she climbed astride my hips, the stiff leather hard against my body, a sharp contrast with her soft skin. 

Despite the extreme relaxation brought on by the massage, I woke with raging wood. I was given more water, much needed. I sat up, my spear upright in my lap. 

Marie was kneeling, had been since I'd fully woke, looking at me with bright eyes.

"I'd...." she froze, started again, slowly but without the reluctant hesitation from before. Playing along now.

"If it would please the Owner, the Pet would like to suck his cock." She smiled. I suppressed the urge to look for guidance from the blonde, it would undercut my authority and I doubted she had an answer better than mine.

" As a reward for a job well done, you may." I allowed generously. "But first, remove the ring." The damn thing was hurting me after hours. She lifted her toes from the ground and knee walked around the table to where I sat, eyes bright... too bright. She must have had an idea, but whatever it was, it didn't manifest. She struggled with the ring, giggling at how I bobbled when she released it, dropping it on the table. She reached for my spear again and Tati spoke up.

"Hands behind your back, dear. Its only proper." She froze, but complied without a second glance at me. Er... that wasn't right. 

She leaned in, her breasts pressing my inner thighs, her tongue and lips playfully chasing my wriggling spear. It didn't take her long to catch him and less time until she was giving me the blowjob that had been so rudely interrupted earlier. 

This time I could wax poetic about her skill. I was in no rush, no urgent need to cum, I'd had some very satisfying sex earlier, and I was only just recovering despite all the stimulation I'd gotten since. I leaned back and enjoyed it. 

Tatiyana was an artist with her mouth, a full compliment of techniques had been deployed earlier to great effect, and she had not difficulties with my member, but it had been a game to her, almost. The goal had been to give a good blowjob, nothing more. Marie lacked that art, her technique was cruder by a wide margin, not much better than the girls her age I'd slept with when I'd been that age myself, not too much more than a decade earlier. 

But she had enthusiasm, and one hell of a set of lungs. Once she got going I swore she was going to suck my balls through my shaft, copious amounts of spit leaked out of her hot mouth every time she paused for a breath, coating my groin. Her tongue tried to curl around the shaft in her mouth and she gagged pleasantly as she forced herself past her comfort threshold. I enjoyed it, drawing it out, just as I could tell she was enjoying herself as well, her hips rotating rhythmically against the intrusive belt. I sighed, let go and let lose a fairly normal load into her mouth, and she let nothing escape, sucking me dry, letting me go only reluctantly. I smiled down at her dreamily, very relaxed now and she sat back against her heels, gasping as she forgot the belt again, but not leaping up as she had earlier, instead relaxing onto it, enduring it.

"Oh... well, I guess you won't recover before bedtime. So sorry... owner." She smiled. 

I smiled back, just a hint of cruelty tainting it.

"Nothing to be sorry about, pet. I have no intention of allowing you to fuck me until I'm sure you are ready, well trained and all that. Speaking of..." I looked to my 'assistant'. " The key, if you please. I think its best if I hold onto it for the time being." I held up my hand. She didn't say a word, her face completely blank as she handed it over, only breaking when she winked a second later. Damn her and her games. I looked back to Marie, trying to puzzle through my latest maneuvers. I had ten years on her, maybe a bit more. It wasn't that hard to out think her, even when she pulled an honest surprise. I really hadn't expected she'd try to 'exhaust me' to keep me out of her pussy today... not after earlier. But then, if I'd intended to do it, I wouldn't have let the blowjob go on, either. I wasn't a novice at sex by any stretch... though I did have some awe of just how serious Tati seemed to pursue that skill set. 

" I think you are progressing well enough on the first lesson, my pet. It's time to begin a second one. Tati? If you will..." I waved to her case, pointing to an item Marie couldn't see behind her. "Then, if you will be so kind as to cook dinner for us all while I continue the training." She handed me the cuffs, not leather, sadly, but some sort of poly-vinyl. I helped Marie stand, letting her see the cuffs briefly before slipping them on her wrists, binding her hands behind her back just as they'd been. She was tired, I could tell, exhausted mentally, her body wrung out physically, but still game. 

"You must understand that as a pet, you must earn trust, earn love, earn pleasure. Needs are provided for, all else, even your essentially humanity must be earned. You are an animal, a step above a thing, above furniture. You can, of course, regress... though I don't recommend it. Things can't be trained, they can only be used or discarded. So, as you are an animal, you are denied the use of your hands as I see fit." She opened her mouth to protest this, I sealed it with a single finger. "Animals can also be denied speech, but I have faith in you." She glared at me, but without heat. She was too tired to fight me now, though my words had been perhaps a little to direct, I too was tired. 

"I'm thirsty." I mentioned. She blinked. 

"But... Owner, my hands are bound..." 

"I know that. You'll just have to use your mouth. One trip at a time." I enjoyed watching her walk in those heels, I indulged openly, after a week of pretending not to look it was nice to break with the façade. It took her a few awkward moments to work the handle of the tap, to fill her mouth without swallowing, she left it running as she brought the water back, kissing it into my waiting mouth. She started back for another mouthful, I called after her.

"Don't waste water, pet." She shot me a look, resigned where a few hours ago it had been venom. She spilled some trying to turn off the water, swallowed some more and had to refill twice before she got it right. 

I made her go back, trip after trip until I had drunk enough to fill another of those large glasses. I'd have to piss myself soon enough, maybe after dinner. She got pretty good at working the faucet by the end, but the effort obviously wore on her. 

Dinner was ready by the time I was, I called up for the other two women.

"But..." wailed Marie, "I thought you'd take the belt off before..." she protested. I raised an eyebrow.

"Where did you get that idea? You are being trained, my pet, training doesn't stop just because you are shy." I sat on my usual stool in the kitchen as Karen and Susan came downstairs. They goggled for a second at Marie's bonds, they'd shed the 'ritual' clothes some time ago I gathered, leaving only Tati fully dressed and Marie in shoes with her. Only Marie remained standing, staring at her plate and the shallow bowl of milk I poured for her. I waited a polite moment, the others watching with avid, naked, curiosity.

"My Pet..." I began patiently. "You have two choices, only two. You can sit down and eat with the rest of us." I offered. She looked at me, a hint of dread on her face, smart girl. "Or I can put your food and milk into a bowl on the floor and you can eat there. I won't let you skip dinner either way." I heard three collective gasps, but Marie said nothing. After a second she sat down with a wince. 

"All the way on your seat." I reminded her sharply. Unable to stand easily, she squirmed uncomfortably to sit properly. She continued to stare at her food, face red. 

"Dear, I'm sure that if he speaks to you again, you will be eating from the floor." Tati prodded her softly, seconds ahead of me. 

"He seems pretty serious." Karen added. Her face glowing hot she bent awkwardly at the waist and took a mouthful of potatoes. Spicy, actually, which was why I'd poured the milk. It was awkward enough that she'd have had an easier time eating from the floor on her knees, but her sense of shame wouldn't let her. I watched her, and she watched me watching her eat, watched as she defiantly left a few morsels on her plate and left the milk untouched, though I knew her mouth burned. 

Karen and Susan retreated to the living room to pack up the sheet from the altar for 'posterity'... I gathered from the distant conversation that Suzy's 'Supplicant robe' and her 'priestess garb' had been packed carefully in a trunk for the same reason. They also set about restoring the living room to a more normal configuration. Tatiyana let out a great yawn and retreated upstairs while Marie and I stared each other down. 

"My I be excused... owner?" She asked at last. I smiled tiredly, holding up my fist.




Four for the Handyman Ch. 04



"Two small lessons." I raised one finger. "A pet eats what is put before her, want is not in the equation." I pointed the finger at the food and milk in front of her. She started, slowly, to bend back down and I raised a second finger. "Secondly." I took her plate and scrapped the scraps into her untouched milk, taking the bowl and setting it on the floor near the counter. "Pride, for a Pet especially, will lead you astray. Finish your dinner, my pet." I ordered softly, unmistakably. With Karen and Susan watching from the living room she climbed from her stool, unsteady, sore and tired. She lowered herself to her knees; bending cautiously down until her she almost dropped into her bowl face first. It was as awkward as eating from the plate had been, using just a mouth where hands and implements were typical, but compared to the obvious discomfort of sitting on the belt, bending against the stiff leather and bulky lock, it was positively easy, and in moments she had slurped up the last of the milk and eaten the food. She looked up at me, almost too tired to lift back up from bowl level.

"Wasn't that easier? Less painful?"

"Yes, sir..." she whispered. 

"Then what kept you from doing it in the first place?" There were two real possibilities, I figured. She could blame me for making her think I wanted her to sit...

"Pride, my owner." She whispered. I'd broken her, at least for tonight. I helped her stand, kissing her cheek.

"Very good, pride." I smiled softly. "Some lessons you have to learn for yourself." I knew she still held some hope of release from the belt... false hope, sadly. I took a washcloth and cleaned her face, then her knees. 

"Stand here until I call for you. " I instructed kindly. "Relax as best as you can." I left her then to help move furniture, clean up candles and firepit, until the living room was restored to normal. The free girls shot glances at Marie once in a while, Karen drifting by once or twice to tweak a nipple, but other than that they tried to focus on other things, eventually turning on the TV, while I kept a watch on Marie out of the corner of my eye. Eventually I joined the ladies on the couch, trying to relax into the show while Karen stroked my cock softly, and Susan ran her hand up my leg possessively. 

"If I'd known how much fun they were having downstairs I wouldn't have undressed so quick..." she told Karen, leaning across from me.

"Its hot, isn't it? Freaky but hot... not sure I want to get too mixed up." 

I saw Marie sway dangerously, eyes drooping; I stood, extricating myself from the duo, snapping my fingers sharply. Marie snapped awake and looked to me, where I pointed at my feet. She walked over slowly, carefully and I sat down again between the other two.

"You may curl up at my feet and enjoy the show." I offered kindly. 

"Sitting is... painful." She replied slowly. I had thought on her side, but I could see her point. 

"I suggest kneeling then, something you should get used to, my pet." 

But I had spoiled the relaxed mood. I should have called it off, called it a night rather than trying to bring the Deal into it, neither Karen or Susan relaxed or spoke for several minutes with Marie kneeling by my feet, leaning back awkwardly to relax as best she could against my leg. After ten minutes, I thought she'd be drifting off again, but she spoke.

"I... have to pee." See? The belt was a wonderful tool, making her dependent upon me for the most basic 'pet' functions, like being let out. I stood, and she clambered to her feet, still awkward, still tired, but getting better. She acted as sore as I had felt earlier, as sore as I still felt from time to time after. Instead of up the stairs, however, I led her out back again, the sun fat and heavy and low in the sky. It was later than I'd realized... a very busy day. When we reached the pool she braced her hands against the side, spreading her legs as wide as she dared, without my asking. The lock on the belt had two positions, I only had to remove the center strap pulling the small dildos from her body wetly and, with little prompting she peed once more, almost exactly as before. Ad almost exactly as before I wiped her clean with the sponge, though this time I re-girded her loins right after and led her back in the house and upstairs to her bedroom. 

"Think you can sleep, my pet?" I asked softly. 

"Like the dead... sir." She mumbled, though she turned so her cuffs faced me. I ignored that and led her into her room and helped her lay face down on the bed, a pillow propped under her hips. 

"My shoulders..." she whined softly. "And what if I need to pee in the night?"

"Hold it as long as you can, then come wake me so I can let you out. Or... pee your bed like a bad pet." She whimpered softly but didn't argue as I turned out her light, leaving her door wide open. 

I went back down stairs, I had some minor work to do, I promised Susan that I hadn't forgot her, and she headed upstairs. Karen lingered a bit longer, but never said a word, just watched me, shuddering delicately on occasion before she too headed up. 

I was tired, understand, it had been a long tiring day and I had a lot of hard sex waiting upstairs that I wasn't sure I was up for, though my cock wasn't totally against the idea. I finished up my minor projects, satisfied with my work and headed upstairs for Susan's room.



Four for the Handyman Ch. 05



Technically by the terms of the amended deal, all of them were in the same boat as Marie, but I knew better than to mention that out loud. Tati would play along for a while, the perfect pet, until she got bored. Karen? No idea, but Susan would revolt. Just yesterday she couldn't even imagine having sex, to push the pet thing? No... not now, maybe not ever.

Besides, did I really want four pets? Training just the one was an epic challenge. 

I put those thoughts aside as I closed up for the night, headed upstairs for what felt like the first time. The hall lights were on and I looked around. Four doors, four rooms, four sexy young women. 

Every door was open, nothing hidden tonight. Tatiyana was too tired to worry about being disturbed, she lay sprawled out bonelessly on top of her elegant four-poster bed, invitingly unguarded.  Next door I could see Karen, not asleep yet, lying on her stomach humping her pillow gently, my gaze swept past the empty bathroom where it had all started, past Susan's room to where my Pet lay, uncomfortable but unconscious, her arms still bound behind her back, the uncomfortably wide leather strap between her legs keeping them spread open, her ass, barely covered by the same strap lifted up invitingly by the pillow under her hips, heavy heels pointing skyward as her legs relaxed for the first time since before the lunch we'd all skipped. I imagined heading in there, unlocking her... in the fantasy the problem of the lock being under her wasn't a problem, taking her... I shook my head, gripping the tiny key in my palm on it's fine chain. 

Finally, Susan, newly minted woman, waiting in her darkened room, lit by candle light, ready for her lover to come to her for the first time.  I could see her, clean and freshly showered, lounging on her bed, propped up on a mound of pillows, eyes glittering in the flickering light. Our gazes met and she wet her lips. I reached over deliberately and flipped the lights of the hall off, shrouding the house in darkness, only that lone beacon of warm light inviting me. 

I stepped into her room and she rose, beckoning me with her hand, the oversized steel ring glittering on the finger I'd placed it on hours ago.  I leaned over her, taking her face gently in my hands, our bodies pushing together, her marshmallow pillows pressing, with their hard tips, into my chest as we kissed, I melted into her inviting flesh, letting my exhaustion claim me, the fatigue draining out of me into the bed beneath us. 

I never thought of a kiss as particularly arousing before. In fact, greeting a woman with a kiss should have brought back awkward memories of the passionless romps with my ex... of the fights that provided the only moments of passion... 

But when Susan kissed me, no longer little Suzy but a woman, with a woman's wants and needs, she poured her body into it. Her tongue sought mine, awkwardly, passionately, demanding attention, her fingers clawed at my back as we kissed, her body arcing up to press more fully into my falling one. I hardened against her, my shaft trapped between us, right where he needed to be. 

We rolled as one, so I was on my back, she straddling me, kissing me, rubbing her body against mine, her wild red hair falling over us, brushing my face as she kissed her way down my body, exploring it for the first time, her hands exploring ever angle and plane of me, her lips following in their wake. I groaned, resting one hand on her head, twining fingers through her hair gently, giving it little tugs that sent shivers through her as she explored me. 

Once she'd reached my little soldier she slowed her search, her exploration, focusing her movements ever closer, teasing me with the spiral she traced with her lips, leaving flaming kiss marks branded into my skin, cooling against the night air. 

Her tongue formed a broad brush that she applied to my balls, licking a long line up my shaft, circling the faint bruising where the rings had pressed the sensitive flesh, bathing ever chafed or sore spot she could find, most of them earned in her own body just that day. 

Then she rose above me, my Venus, my Goddess, one leg raised as she knelt on the bed, guiding me as she slowly, oh so slowly, lowered herself, impaled herself, fucked herself. Today I had taken her, tonight she took herself, took her time, explored her own body as she had just explored mine. Tonight I let her, the most I could do for her. 

She rode me, moving her hips, her body, hands pressed to my chest, grinding against me. She tried different positions, different moves, her eyes closed, gasps and moans and faint cries her only vocalizations. For an hour, maybe two she worked for both of us, allowing me to play with her breasts, or to stroke her thighs as she fucked herself over and over again. 

I came once, maybe midway through, a tepid jerking spray, a gasp, but she didn't mind, didn't slow, didn't even think that we were done, and she was right. She just smiled triumphantly and kept right on going. When she finally collapsed, sweaty and as exhausted as I was, on top of me, kissing me again and again, I was still hard inside her, but I didn't mind. It had been beautiful. 

End Interlude (begin next chapter)

I woke, laying on my side, cock semi hard inside the warm folds of Susan's body, her back pressed to my chest, her tits in my hand. I lay there for a second until it repeated; a warm wet tongue stroked my ear, hot breath and the nibble of tiny white teeth against the sensitive lobe. 

I turned my head, pulling free partially, but Susan barely stirred, even as my cock stiffened slightly now that I was awake. I could see a pale figure in the darkness above the bed, the lone candle that had lit our lovemaking long since burned down.

"Owner... I need to go potty." Came a familiar voice, not entirely happy sounding, the resignation that I had heard when I'd put Marie to bed was gone now that she was somewhat rested.  

I led her downstairs, not missing, but ignoring, the tiny whimper of protest when we passed the bathroom at the head of the stairs. I led her down, out the back door, to her usual spot by the pool, taking the key from around my neck to unlock her belt. 

"I..." she gasped as the belt came free, or at least the strap between her legs did. "I... have to crap." She looked down. I blinked, I'd already considered this, but I hadn't quite... you know... considered it. The bent waist pose I was teaching her for urination worked fine for that, but for this? I considered making her pee first, but discarded it.

"Can't I just... go inside?" she pleaded. "For this at least? This time?" bargaining now. I shook my head slowly, indicating a patch of grass near the fence and some low scrub bushes that was out of the way. 

"Squat over there." I told her. Dinner sat badly with her, obviously, the smell and explosive voiding was disgusting, she cried the entire time, her legs shaking. I had her hold the pose over the mess so I could hose her off, cleaning her efficiently, washing away the worst of the smell as well.  I walked her gently over to the light so I could inspect her; clean her more thoroughly with a wet rag. I was worried about irritation from the belt, but aside from a bit of chaffing from the belt and a little reddish irritation there didn't seem to be anything to worry about. I applied some oil to the prongs, and a little lotion to my pet's skin, hearing a faint sigh of pleasure at the touch. Had she not been bound I would have handed her the strap to see if she'd put it on herself, but she didn't fight as I gently pushed the tips inside her, locking her sex up once more.

I put her to back to bed without further ceremony, returning to Susan's bed, slipping behind her, slipping my air cooled shaft into her warm wet slit, hearing her sigh in her sleep, cuddling back into me like I'd never left.



Four for the Handyman Ch. 06



I woke, laying on my side, cock semi hard inside the warm folds of Susan's body, her back pressed to my chest, her tits in my hand. I lay there for a second until it repeated; a warm wet tongue stroked my ear, hot breath and the nibble of tiny white teeth against the sensitive lobe. 

I turned my head, pulling free partially, but Susan barely stirred, even as my cock stiffened slightly now that I was awake. I could see a pale figure in the darkness above the bed, the lone candle that had lit our lovemaking long since burned down.

"Owner... I need to go potty." Came a familiar voice, not entirely happy sounding, the resignation that I had heard when I'd put Marie to bed was gone now that she was somewhat rested.  

I led her downstairs, not missing, but ignoring, the tiny whimper of protest when we passed the bathroom at the head of the stairs. I led her down, out the back door, to her usual spot by the pool, taking the key from around my neck to unlock her belt. 

"I..." she gasped as the belt came free, or at least the strap between her legs did. "I... have to crap." She looked down. I blinked, I'd already considered this, but I hadn't quite... you know... considered it. The bent waist pose I was teaching her for urination worked fine for that, but for this? I considered making her pee first, but discarded it.

"Can't I just... go inside?" she pleaded. "For this at least? This time?" bargaining now. I shook my head slowly, indicating a patch of grass near the fence and some low scrub bushes that was out of the way. 

"Squat over there." I told her. Dinner sat badly with her, obviously, the smell and explosive voiding was disgusting, she cried the entire time, her legs shaking. I had her hold the pose over the mess so I could hose her off, cleaning her efficiently, washing away the worst of the smell as well.  I walked her gently over to the light so I could inspect her; clean her more thoroughly with a wet rag. I was worried about irritation from the belt, but aside from a bit of chaffing from the belt and a little reddish irritation there didn't seem to be anything to worry about. I applied some oil to the prongs, and a little lotion to my pet's skin, hearing a faint sigh of pleasure at the touch. Had she not been bound I would have handed her the strap to see if she'd put it on herself, but she didn't fight as I gently pushed the tips inside her, locking her sex up once more.

I put her to back to bed without further ceremony, returning to Susan's bed, slipping behind her, slipping my air cooled shaft into her warm wet slit, hearing her sigh in her sleep, cuddling back into me like I'd never left. 

Despite the interruption I woke at the usual time, Susan stirring to a sleepy half wakefulness this time, disappointed that I was leaving her. I considered ending the night with a bang, certainly my cock would enjoy it, but the reality of the situation was that I couldn't constantly satisfy all four, or even three, of the girls full time... I had to restrict myself to 'necessary' sex. Once Marie was trained, maybe I'd organize a daylong orgy/marathon... maybe I should arrange for a prescription of Viagra now? 

There is a pattern to these things, a necessity of sorts. I didn't really want to deal with Marie, with her training right now. I wanted to enjoy my privacy, the quietness of an empty house. Normally I'd even head to the Gym on a Sunday morning, maybe swim in the pool... I was too sore today.

But training takes precedence over personal comfort. I woke her gently, helping her up off the bed. She bitched that she wanted to stay in, that it was Sunday... I would hear nothing of it, of course. I led her downstairs towards the backdoor.

"I don't have to pee, Owner." She protested behind me. 

"You will pee, even poop, when I tell you. I don't want you soiling yourself, of course, but just because you are good 'right now' doesn't mean I want to listen to you whine that you need out later. Potty training, pet, its basic, even baby steps." She groaned, shrugging her shoulders in irritation. 

"Will my Owner at least free my arms for this? My shoulders are killing me." I shook my head sadly, pushing her gently before me, rubbing her shoulders to help keep circulation going. Not that they were under that much tension, the cuffs weren't particularly tight, it was just an unfamiliar posture. 

I led her to her 'potty spot' by the pool, had her adopt the potty stance, legs as wide as she could handle, even wider than she was really comfortable with, head down, resting her face on a piece of floaty foam I placed for her, I'd handle a more permanent solution later. 

Once she was set I undid the chastity strap and massaged her lower belly. It took a while, she really didn't have to go exactly, and the eventual trickle was weak. Once she was done I wiped her clean once more and reattached the strap. 

"Now what?" she asked abruptly once she'd stood. I ignored the tone. Once. 

"This was a short lesson, Pet. You are, of course, free to do as you please until I want you for another lesson."

"Free? I'm bound and strapped and fucking naked!" she snapped. I shot her a look, it was all it took, I was impressed. She crumpled immediately, dropping to her knees in the grass, nuzzling my thigh, my cock with her face. "Forgive me, my owner." She begged earnestly. "I'm grumpy, I forgot." She continued her delightful rubbing, a nice touch.

"I forgive you, but perhaps another ongoing lesson?" she almost wailed. Of course she would worry, the first two kept her in a constant state of bondage, needing my help for the most basic of tasks. I tsk'd. "Trust, my pet. I think that your constant misbehavior is a result of your excessive hubris. A little humility... no more 'I' or "me', pet. You will only refer to yourself when absolutely necessary, and then only using the terms I use for you." I looked down at her. 

"Your pet understands." She stated earnestly, looking up at me with fearful eyes. I patted her cheek.

"Very good, pet. Very good." I rewarded her with my own pleasure at her progress. It had worked before and I was certain it did again; she closed her eyes and rubbed against my stroking hand. I was really regretting not waking Susan fully with a belly full of cum... "Come with me, pet, I would like to show you something." I led her back to the house, and as last night, she stayed on her knees until we reached the patio, with no word from me on the matter, her method of showing her earnest desire to not be punished.

Understand that there are levels to discipline. First you have to establish dominance, even breaking the will of the animal you are training. Then you teach basic obedience skills. At this point the pet works purely on earning rewards and avoiding punishments. I suppose a great many people stop training their pets there and assume they've done something great. Those people have no idea what they missed. 

Eventually, the threat of punishment or the promise of reward becomes unnecessary as the obedience becomes a habit.  However, the true goal of discipline training a pet, and I held Marie, for all her ability to speak and reason as no different here, is for the Pet to obey, to seek to please it's owner just because. It moves beyond obedience or expectations or even habit into doing thing specifically because the Pet believes the Owner will like it, avoiding things specifically that it thinks the Owner will not like. Call it Love, for lack of a better term, though in truth any Owner is loved by their pets with even a minimal effort. 

Marie was still learning to Obey, still in the earliest stages of her Training, and I had no intention of stopping until we had moved well past Habit. 

I didn't share all this with her, I only share it here so that you might understand why I was only mildly pleased by her earnest affections. Released from Discipline, from training for even a moment and she'd revert to the untamed bitch I'd met. 

I kept my walk slow enough for her to keep up. There wasn't any really good 'training' value to the shoes but for the fact that they pleased me. I supposed I could make a case that I was teaching her grace, strengthening her legs, what have you, but the simple truth was, I liked her in the shoes, they added to the atmosphere I was creating, the mood.  Sort of like giving a dog a fancy haircut, I suppose. 

I pointed around the kitchen, pointed out the soft rope wraps and loops around cupboard and fridge handles, at the sliding door, and other places. 

"These should make transition to handless-ness easier for you. Try the fridge." I suggested, watching as she walked up to it, bent down and caught the rope in her teeth, tugging it open fairly easily. Inside I'd selected a few bottles, milk, juice, water... things like that... and put long straws in them facing out, along with a few open dishes of sliced berries and other chilled foodstuff she could 'munch' if she grew hungry. Of course they were slightly less than fresh, since I'd put them out last night, but they were still edible, still tasty. She looked at me, straightening up.

"Owner, I.... I mean..." She flushed, started again, from her knees. "Your Pet doesn't understand." Her nipples were hard, however, though I supposed it could have been the cold air from the refrigerator.

"While, of course, you should only really be eating when and what I tell you, I understand that you might get hungry or thirsty and want something right away. Rather than have you try to eat something inappropriate, I have set out some treats for you. Have some, please." I suggested firmly. She took the hint, scrambling back to her feet and bending into the cool air to work at the sliced strawberries, washing them down with a good swallow of milk. She looked to me for approval, and I nodded, allowing her to close the fridge. Her lips were splattered with reddish juice, but she licked it off before I could comment. 

"Of course, this also allows you to bring ME treats and drinks when I ask." I pointed out, earning a tiny laugh from her as she recalled the awkward trips to and from the sink. 

"Your pet isn't sure what she should be doing while her Owner is not training her." She claimed again. I sighed, only mildly exasperated. 

"Try relaxing." I offered.  I watched as she thought this over, ready perhaps to complain about the discomfort her belt gave her, but she wandered into the living room and lowered herself carefully onto her side, I waited until she had almost completely relaxed before I barked. "Off the furniture!" she reacted instantly, rolling off and looking up at me in utter shock. "As a pet you are not permitted the use of furniture unless I give you specific permission, for example... when I put you to bed at night." I informed her casually as I turned away to setting out some basic prep work for breakfast, though only we two were up. Marie watched me for a moment then continued as she was, laying at the foot of the couch on her side. 

I didn't want to actually cook so early, mind you, just to get ready for later. An hour maybe, or two; the real point just then was to work with Marie without actually having to work. 

I put aside my ingredients and wares and headed upstairs, where there were some minor signs of life from the girls, but only signs. I came back downstairs with a hand towel wrapped around some basic sundries.

"Hygiene, my pet." Informed her easily. She stirred where she lay, struggling to rise without her arms.  She waited for me by the pool... correctly assuming I wouldn't want to wash the leather belt. I pondered, however, the merits of having her wash herself or keeping her bound. I undid her belt, removing it completely for the first time while I thought about it.  The helpless thing seemed to be working... but then, so did Service. 

In the end I helped her up over the stairs into the water, following her. 

"You need to learn how to get properly clean." I muttered as an excuse, the cold water lapping at my balls in a ticklish fashion. I took up the sponge and the dish soap bottle.

"Yes, Owner." She replied lowly.

I washed her much as I'd had her wash herself, slopping goopy soap all over her skin, lathering it up by hand, scrubbing with the harsh side of the sponge, paying particular attention to her breasts, her cooch, her ass, lifting her legs one at a time, making her balance on one leg in the water, in those heels, while I scrubbed her thigh and knee, working in the water itself to get her calves and ankles, then changing legs, then back to her sex, while she squealed and jumped from contact with the scrubby against her delicate, irritated sex, then switching to the soft side to wipe away any film as the water purifier pulled the soap from the water. She moaned against my touch.

"Oh please, oh please, let me.... Ugh... let your pet... oh please... my owner..." she moaned, unable to take care of herself at all. I stepped back, and she half staggered a step closer to me. Once she'd calmed, though she half sobbed as she did, I washed her hair out, dunking her repeatedly into the water to cool her off, and to wash out the soap. 

Then I continued on, I brushed her teeth for her, the hose draped over the rim used to rinse and spit, I combed then brushed out her hair, I had her bend down over the edge of the pool, legs wide, and I lathered and shaved fresh her sex, her thighs, unable to lather underwater, I simply ran the razorblade carefully along her legs under water, caressing them carefully as I sought patches of stubble, and finding none, let her stand again, squatting into the water to wash away the flecks of lather. Only then did I let her leave the pool, helping her up the steep wooden steps and down again onto the grass. 

"Your Pet thanks her Owner for taking good care of her." She managed with a smile. "If the Owner thinks his pet has been a good pet, maybe he can reward her?" she asked hopefully. I laughed at this and, after drying her hips with the hand towel I strapped her back into her belt. 

"I seem to recall that my Pet was supposed to think of ways to improve her training, not ways to get off..." I prodded, waving her back into the house. 

I put on a movie, something soft-core, near total porn but with actual plotting and writing, if somewhat silly, and sat on the couch to watch it. Marie waited patiently, standing unobtrusively by, a quick learner. I patted the couch beside me, wondering if she'd sit, despite the belt. 

She draped herself on the couch, one leg cocked up, head resting on my thigh, her damp hair tickling my cock. We sat like that for a while, pleasantly relaxed and enjoying the silly movie, the hot bodies and fake sex. 

"Will training always hurt?" she whispered, dropping the good pet act. 

"Hurt?" I asked seriously, "Or just discomfort?" I stroked her hair softly. "Not always, not forever. In time, once you've gotten over your rebellious streak, I'll use rewards as often, then more often, than punishments. In time, you will learn to enjoy the minor discomforts inflicted because they will bring happy memories to mind." I rested my free hand on the curve of bare skin below the belt. She nodded against my leg. 

"I... would like that..." she whispered, too softly for me to correct her. 

We were still there, watching the movie, when Suzy breezed downstairs. She was dressed, which almost shocked me, and dressed nicely, like a sensible adult rather than a slutty teenager, which seemed the default these days. 

"Church!" she explained with a single call as she headed out the door. "Don't hold breakfast for me." And she was gone. Her whirlwind through the house seemed to have roused Karen and Tatiyana; I could hear them moving around upstairs. I moved to rise to cook breakfast.

"Oh... please... Your Pet begs the Owner to stay... just a few minutes longer." She husked. How could I refuse? I relaxed, not even half watching the film, but watching my Pet laying by my side. 

Karen came down first, almost as energetic as Susan had been, though with less clothes. She was fresh from her own shower, smelling of some flowery body wash. She saw us watching the TV and, after a moment plunked down nearby, without a word. 

Tatiyana didn't make it down until the credits rolled, swanning down like a sex goddess from a black and white era film. She paused at the bottom to stretch like a cat. 

"Training already? You should have woken me..." she protested. 

"Not at all. I won't be needing your help today. I might ask a favor from you in the future." I slapped her down as politely as possible, Marie was MY pet, and Tati knew she was just muddying the waters when she took control from me. Marie rewarded me with a tiny snuggle, but it was past time to get up and start cooking. 

"Off." I pushed her gently, rolling her from the cushions to the floor as I stood. She curled up slightly, hips still sideways but managing to get a forearm on the floor behind her, propping her up somewhat. The wide strap between her legs pressed into her soft skin, but it looked absolutely gorgeous. She watched me from that angle, from the floor, as I moved to the kitchen and fired everything up. In minutes, thanks to the prep work, I had breakfast for five ready, though Suzy's plate would go back into the fridge. I set out the three prepared plates and looked to the reclining girl. She pretended not to notice me looking.

"Your pet has learned her lesson, Owner." She said at last and I poured her food into one of the prep bowls, setting it near my feet in the kitchen.  Tati, stung from my refusal ate in silent purpose, tragically, while Karen stared with wide eyes as Marie made it to her knees and crawled, though without hands it was more of a low knee walk, only her well toned body allowing her to hold so low off the ground as she made her way from the living room to the kitchen, just keeping her head high enough to keep her hair from sweeping the floor, and that incompletely. 

At the counter she didn't tuck in right away, settling down for a long session of kneeling, but instead rubbed her face against my leg where it was propped on the high stool. 

"Breakfast smells delicious, Owner. Thank you." She purred, putting on a show for the other two, I was half certain. I reached down and patted her head once. 

Thanks to the miracles of forks, and the head start her long slow crawl gave me, I finished quite some time before she did, watching her ass up in the air as she ate made me regret, momentarily, the training belt. 

I checked the time, remembered something. It was a bit after nine, getting late enough to actually accomplish stuff in town now.  

"Finish up and put your bowl in the sink, Pet, we have business to attend to." I told the eating girl, headed to the garage, my suitcase. "Tati, be a dear and fetch my watch for me?" it was in her room the last I could recall, on her little table of creams and lotions and oils. 

Ten minutes later I was mostly dressed, Marie actually curled up around my legs, buttoning up my shirt when the cool blonde finally delivered my missing timepiece. I caressed her face, deliberately mimicking the action I used on Marie... just to see her response.

"Thank you." She actually curled into my palm before pulling back, still angry.

"Don't think I'll wait until dark to get my turn with you." She snapped. "I'm not our meek little Suzy waiting for her hero." She spun on one bare foot and stalked out. 

I led Marie out of the stuffy heat of the garage, indicating she should sit in one of the comfy chairs. She managed with only a tiny peep of discomfort. Karen was flipping through channels on the TV, surfing. I caught her attention with a wave.

"Karen, would you come over here for a moment?" I asked. She scampered up practically bouncing on her toes before me. I held up a black object I'd taken from Tati's kit.




Four for the Handyman Ch. 06



"I want to put this in your ass. To give you something to think about while you wait for me." I told her. She gasped, eyes wide. 

"Do... I have to?" she asked in a small voice. 

"Only if you want." I replied. Her choice, always her choice...until it wasn't really anymore... but I get ahead of myself... 

Two sets of eyes stared at me, both unreadable for different reasons. 

"Um... Ok!" she beamed. I waved for her to bend over the arms of the chair where Marie sat, close enough for skin to brush skin, her dark hair draped over one of Marie's legs. I pushed the soft black rubber to Marie's lips.

"Be a dear and wet this for me, my pet." I offered softly, she opened her mouth into a perfect 'O' for me, her tongue slipping out. She stared me in the eyes as I fucked her mouth with the butt plug until the spit started to drip off of it, coating her chin, 

All the while I caressed Karen's upturned cheeks, now I spread them with the fingers of one hand, her tiny opening winked at me, tight yet inviting. I pushed the butt plug against it swiftly, before it could start to dry, and in it went with a quick pop, and a gasp from the girl. 

She stood unevenly, wriggling her ass, turning one way and another trying to see the black ball that protruded. 

"That's... wow." She gasped. "Um... how long?" she managed, reaching behind her to gingerly touch it. 

"I thought maybe until your turn... tomorrow night." I suggested. 

"Ooh... I dunno if I can make it that long..." she protested. "What if I decide to take it out early?"

"They you decide to take it out early." I raised an eyebrow. "This is strictly voluntary, Karen. You trust me and leave it in, or you don't and take it out." I told her. 

She looked up at me suspiciously. "This isn't part of 'The Deal'?" she asked... "You don't think I'm... like her? I mean... that I'd let...you know." The suspicions weren't fully formed, and this anal fetishist couldn't ignore the current penetration.

"It's just a butt plug, Karen. Its only more if you make it more." I turned away, signaling for Marie to rise and follow me upstairs to her room. I could hear a soft 'Oh!' as Karen experimented with sitting down. I had my pet stand, in her own room, legs spread shoulder width, at the foot of her bed. While she stood there, ignoring the gentle moans coming from downstairs, I tore through her bedroom, her sanctuary. Tati was right, I found not a single panty, not that I was looking for that. I had half a mind to 'judge' her wardrobe, cull the stuff I didn't like, but Marie was the one who dressed the least in public, though formerly the shyest around the house. I'd have to work hard to cull anything. 

Eventually I found what I was looking for, or close enough. I held up a t-shirt, longer than most of hers, almost dress length, if you were a stripper. It was buried, old and forgotten, in the back of a drawer. I walked up to my pet, pulled it over her head, over her bound arms, it was long enough, falling an inch, maybe two, past the bottom of the chastity strap. It was hung up on the cuffs, which was fine as I had to unlock them, watching her squirm a bit to get her stiff shoulders to work, getting her arms through the tight armholes. Even post arm stretching, the shirt was tight on her, especially her breasts, her hard nipples completely visible. I let her work her shoulders a bit, enjoying the freedom before returning her cuffs. 

I walked around her, suitable for public, in this heat, and looking vaguely like she was wearing something underneath thanks to the stiff leather belt. It would do, and do nicely. 

"Does the Owner intend for his Pet to go out like this?" she asked, barely managing to choke back the incredulity, the outrage. I let it go. 

"What? Did the pet expect to wear pants? Does a pet even care to wear clothes?" I asked, rhetorically. Marie stiffened, jerking upright.

"A Pet does not." She replied anyway. "If a Pet Owner wishes to dress his pet, that is his right." She didn't quite choke on it, her face flushed. I wondered if her heart was all right, she'd been blinking crimson on and off for twenty-four hours more or less. 

I nodded absently. If I thought I could get away with it I'd do even less, nothing but the belt and cuffs, but I did like the image of propriety... tainted and flimsy it may have been. Besides, watching her walk in those heels, with nothing but that shirt covering her? That was the sort of visual treat you normally had to get second hand from a magazine or dirty movie... and THEY usually fucked it up. 

I hadn't been angry or even really put out by her questions, I expected resistance from her every time we added something new to the routine, and I figured that would keep happening until she was either fully indoctrinated into anything I could think of or she was fully, truly Trained. 

Nevertheless, Marie surprised me, dropping to her knees, then down onto her belly in utter abasement, kissing my shoe. 

"Owner, please be patient with Your Pet. She is miserable and not even housetrained properly despite her age. She has snapped at her Owner's hand and refused even the meanest task given her. Your Pet begs your forgiveness for her faults and suggests a collar and leash might help her remember her place." 

God was my cock hard. Totally spontaneous, utter abasement and an admission of guilt for resisting... I wanted to rip the shirt, the chastity belt... everything from her, take her right there, on the floor... 

And I didn't... quite... buy it. She'd tried to outsmart me too many times by giving me what I wanted for me to swallow it whole. I'd need to chew this... thoroughly. I reached down, taking her jaw in my strong fingers, gripping hard enough to hold her fast and pulled her upright, making her scramble, off balance and unprepared. I lifted her up, pushing her back at the same time until her legs caught against the bed, kissing her fiercely, holding her up with that one grip. One leg, already swept out from under her came up, wrapping around mine for stability as her body molded to mind, her breath coming in needy pants. I believed her body, I had always believed her body, but I knew her mind ruled her. 

But God, what a kiss; I released her, gasping for breath myself, ready to explode in my pants. She fell backwards, her rump hitting the mattress, bouncing, she yelped, skittering like hot oil hitting a grill. Her shirt had ridden up above her hips, legs splayed by the pressure on her thighs from the wide leather, her hips bucking against the intruders slapped hard into her. I could smell the sex wafting from her skin, see the brown leather stained dark from absorbing her juices. She panted as heavily as I did, easily, her large, unbound breasts sliding against the inside of her shirt. She struggled futilely against the cuffs behind her back for a second, then fell back, surrendering. 

"That's it?" she panted. "You'll touch anyone else, but not..." she swallowed, unwilling to break the rule, unwilling to break the personal moment with self-abnegation. 

"I told you, Marie." I called her by name for the first time since I'd started her training... twice in short order for firsts it seemed. I made her name into a caress, "You have to earn it, work up to it. You..." I repeated it, stressing it... "YOU are the one that brought this on, with your deals and rules and behavior. You forced me to pick my poison, walking out or taming you. I wouldn't do this if I didn't believe you were worth the effort, the wait." I turned away. "Once you've gathered your senses, meet me downstairs." I used a stern 'masterly' voice, shutting away the raw openness of the moment. It had run its course, and further indulgence would violate Discipline. I didn't mention Tati's meddling, nor did I point out the patently obvious that flipping her so thoroughly hit all the buttons that her teasing dominant bitchy behavior did, only with more games... more pleasure. 

I paused at Tatiyana's door, closed in an unusual gesture. I frowned at it before knocking gently, exchanging a quick, quiet conversation with her through her cracked door and heading downstairs as promised. 

Karen was lounging awkwardly on the couch, half engrossed in some show, though the sweat beading on her fine skin and her hard nipples... not to mention the finger idly trailing her slit... told me her awkwardness was due to the plug inside her.

She looked up at me with hooded eyes. 

"Training going badly?" she asked cryptically. 

"I'd say its going too well, at least for some tastes." I glanced up the stairs, then back at Karen. She frowned absently at the implied message. 

"Oh... I'm fascinated is all. Don't mind me, I've never seen, never heard of anyone being turned into a pet like that, much less letting it happen to them." 

I chuckled softly. "Oh... I understand that usually they already want it; they just have to learn how. Marie is an... unusual case." She nodded at that, turning back to her show silently, her mind obviously on something else entirely. 

I waited five minutes in silence, longer than I'd intended, before I turned towards the stairs, intending to collect my wayward Pet.  Imagine my surprise to see her wavering at the top of the stairs, eyes wide, obviously torn about something... possibly coming down the stairs, I got the idea she'd been up there for a little while. She saw me looking, half turned to come get her, and ducked her head coming down the stairs carefully. 

She'd wriggled the shirt back into place over her belt, looking as decent as possible for an obviously bound sexpot, dressed for fun. Even Karen gave a whistle, though from down here the belt was still visible under the shirt. We'd just avoid long stairwells, no mall then. 

She walked up to me, kneeling again, her knees had to be aching she'd done is so much lately. 

"Your Pet is ready, Owner. Her training is incomplete and she is eager to please you, and she begs your forgiveness for her weakness." It sounded rehearsed, but I wondered if there was another, very different speech that she'd been considering. 

"There is nothing to forgive, Pet." I rested my hand on top of her head. "That is why Discipline is enforced, training conducted... if pets started perfect there'd be no need for either." I helped her stand and led her out to the car, buckling her into her seat. 

As we drove off I spoke.

"So far we have focused purely on lessons. Everything has been done for instructive purposes of some sort or another, even your speech. What I'm about to tell you is something different, and I want you to understand this, for they will seem very similar to the lessons. I am about to give you Rules to follow instead. There isn't much, if anything to be learned from Rules. The Rules, you will find, are simple and easy to follow, for now." 

"Your Pet thinks she understand." She murmured.

"Which brings us to the first Rule. The Rules, for now, only apply when we are away from the house, whenever we are in public, together or separately. Often you will be without supervision, I expect you to follow the rules even then, and faithfully tell me when you have violated them, on accident or on purpose. 

"The First Rule is that when we are in public you are to act completely normal. You will not act as if you are dressed unusually, even if you are, you will not notice anything that makes you stand out. Your speech will be normal, no 'Your Pet'. However, you are also to continue your lessons as best as possible without anyone knowing. This means you will still avoid saying "I" or "Me" or most especially possessive or demanding speech. You will continue to obey me without question, though you will act as if you merely agree with what I say, not that you are compelled. You have a lot of latitude in interpreting this Rule; use it wisely. " I waited for her acknowledgement.

"... understood. You are a lover, a mentor. Adored and respected. The cuffs? Nothing, just a little game. The Shoes? Aren't they pretty?" she practiced, frowning at the difficulty. 

"Remember, this Rule, like all the Rules, applies even when you are at work or school, though you are not to jeopardize either, merely report when you have had to violate it, and how." 

"Got it." She managed with a smile. "Easy as pie, right?" she beamed at me. I patted her bare thigh in reward, and was rewarded by a slight widening of her legs. The seat was uncomfortable for her, but she took it without flinching, though she gasped every time I hit a rough patch of road, or a speed bump. 

"The Second Rule: You will quite often be strapped down, as you are now, even as you go about your daily business. You will therefore adjust your diet and fluid intake; time your schedule around the fact that you cannot go to the restroom as you like. Your bathroom breaks will be scheduled by me around your existing obligations, even when you aren't strapped."

"That's not much of a rule." She pointed out. I smiled.

"True, but I would have felt silly saying 'first rule' and then having only the one." 

Our first stop was a hardware store I'd already visited. I helped her out of the car, unlocked the cuffs, though they remained on her wrists like a fashion statement, utterly at odds with the faded yellow shirt. She drew stares, but no comments as I made a few necessary, mundane purchases. Okay, a few of them had ulterior motives behind them... mostly harmless than. She enjoyed the freedom, picking up and fondling random things, carrying my basket, and generally playing a normal girlfriend quiet well. I caught a few of the customers trying to peek up her 'dress', particularly when she reached for things on the shelves. As if reading my mind, she made a game out of teasing them... though I wondered what any of them would make of what they saw if they ever succeeded? 

I went ahead and left her arms unbound as we headed for our second stop, a pet store. Oh, yes... a Pet store. 

I let her pick the collar, though I rejected a few choices. We wound up with a tiny pink leather thing, meant for a fat cat, thinner than the width of my pinky finger and, I estimated, barely big enough for even her slender neck.  I also picked up a very obviously 'not fashion' collar, wider sturdier nylon, meant for a smallish dog, and one leash for each. The 'cat' leash was as tiny, as much a formality, as the collar it was meant for, while the leash for the dog collar was a training leash, long, retractable, with a belt clip and accessory pouch for 'treats' and a doody bag dispenser. I also picked up a proper food bowl, a large fuzzy 'pet bed', and a second one with a tent like cover, like a mobile doghouse, for a big dog, or a human Pet. Lastly I picked up a large container of kitty litter for her 'potty spot'.  Her clothes and bearing got a lot more attention from the more mixed shoppers, one woman shoeing her children right out the door as soon as she spotted Marie, and her act was more broken, alternating "I" and aborted corrections when she got flustered. 

She stood meekly by as we were rung out. The girl behind the counter looked like a typical Goth once she'd grown up and gotten a soul-destroying job in customer service. She barely batted an eye at Marie, popping her ancient gum between her teeth, but when I held up the cat collar once it had passed the scanner and Marie put it around her own neck without a word, she actually did a double take, having to ask me twice if I had a discount card... of course I wanted one, I was a responsible pet owner now. I sent Marie to the car with the bags as I finished the paperwork.

"Is she for real?" the clerk hissed at me..."Is she really a slave?" almost eager.

"A pet, yes. I'm still training her." 

"Oh that is wicked hot. I'd love to... you know..." she made an obscene gesture, I wasn't sure if it was directed at me or Marie, however. 

"Well, when her training is far enough along." I suggested noncommittally. I figured I'd need a stranger or two at some point, and just because of personality, I'd prefer women to men for it... I just hadn't expected a solicitation... the girl handed me my paperwork and added a store card to which she quickly scrawled her name and cell number, with a lavicious wink. 

"Is that all for her?" she asked as I took it from her. I nodded and she nodded with me. "Fuck yeah! I... yeah." She grinned, flashing her tongue stud at me. I hated to tell her I'd had two different women actually use theirs on me in the last day or so, or that these women had them not to flash strangers with, but for sex and only that. Still I thanked her and headed out. I could tell Marie wanted to ask me what had happened, but didn't, so I didn't tell her. 

I took her to lunch at a reasonably nice, quiet place. I ordered for her, something light and cheap, an appetizer, and let her know that using her hands and eating like a normal person, even as uncomfortable as her seat was, was a reward for good behavior. She smiled in appreciation, savoring the small meal, even as I enjoyed my regular one. Once she was done, I let her feed me morsels, a task she seemed to enjoy, making a game of it. 

Our last stop, as the day grew hotter, sweat making the worn thin material of her 'dress' cling to her body like second skin, was the place I'd gotten from Tatiyana, an outlet for the more extreme sex supplies, a storefront for a shipping warehouse, one advantage of our town if you were into fetish play... no waiting for shipping and you could get custom stuff quickly as they also handled leather goods, doing the work in town for orders, and mailing it out. Here I cuffed her again, after making her pull her arms under her shirt. I didn't use the leash, the pet product was perfect for my purposes, but would probably be insulting to purveyors of fine leather goods of that sort. 

Once inside a quick question of the management and I stripped Marie of her garment, tying it around her neck like a scarf, concealing nothing. I informed her that the Rules were not in force here, only the lessons, and instructed her to follow me silently. 

Walk ins, needing custom leather, were not unusual here, nor was my Pet's behavior, though I gathered the people running the place were more jaded merchant than fellow freaks, not that it bothered me in the least. I'd rather have a competent, agreeable professional than an enthusiastic amateur making my goods. I pointed out the problems I was having, listened to their comments and advice and unhooked Marie completely so they could measure her in ways no woman ever imagines being measured. Confident of their professional, even clinical, approach I left her in their care as I walked the densely packed aisles, selecting ready-made products of all sorts, building a kit much like Tati's, but far more narrowly focused and suited to my needs. 

As I made my purchases I listened to the advice, put in my 'pre-orders' of custom goods, and even took their offer of pre-made stuff that was 'perfectly sized of the rack' for my Pet. They'd have to outsource a lot of it, but they had everything they needed to get it done, and quickly... I'd have even the most demanding orders filled before the next weekend, by Tuesday night, in fact... with a couple of exceptions that I honestly didn't mind. We waited patiently as they made some alterations to some of the leather goods, having the staff and tools on hand... as I said. Well, I waited patiently; Marie had to pee, though she promised she could hold it, as uncomfortable as she obviously was. 

I won't give a dollar amount to how much I spent. Rest assured, only a generous income coupled with an utter lack of bills even made it feasible. It was a mix of quality, with lots of custom work, and quantity... I was buying enough goods to approximate years of assembling the toys and tools of the 'lifestyle' I had only previously read of. 




Four for the Handyman Ch. 06



One thing I took advantage of was their brochure of 'suppliers'. It was mostly a list of websites that sold items that their customers were likely to be interested in, PVC clothing for example, or furniture or metal goods. Rather than shopping the generic catalog, they had contacts with the people who made the various goods and could arrange, for a fee, custom sized gear. Not so necessary for furniture and some metal goods providers, who were more available to their customers, used to custom orders as part of their business model. I had to consider this, but first I had to see how well Marie responded to the 'full treatment'. She enjoyed the limited window-shopping, both looking around the store and the limited pictures in the brochure. 

In what must have seemed an eternity they brought out the 'most important' of my custom purchases and the altered goods. 

The new chastity belt fit her like a glove, thought the prongs inside were small off the rack ones, similar to Tati's, they were better placed for her body, less irritating and yet more effective, the straps were smaller, thinner, better suited for full time wear, the locking buckle smaller and less awkward, in fact the belt strap could be used as a real belt with only a little alteration of the garment in question. No more chaffing either. I had a stricter one, modeled after Tati's generic model, with large dildos and wide heavy straps, d-rings for attaching cuffs or other 'toys'. 

We also ditched... bagged for return... the cheap vinyl cuffs in favor of much more practical, and comfortable leather ones that fit like they were molded for her, though these were only suitable for the water if I kept them well oiled and kept exposure short. In other words, they'd have to come off for bath time. To make up for it, I had a set of waterproof cuffs with a single link chain. 

Dressed, strapped and re-cuffed, I took my Pet home, her need to potty outweighing all other considerations, I couldn't tell if she'd had a good day or a bad one, and I didn't want to break training over what I considered a keystone to the entire program. My absolute control over her biology was, I felt, a key in bringing her to the right mindset smoothly. 

She positively danced through the house, danced as I forced her to wait as I made her remove her dress, re-bound her and led her, by the tiny leash out to her 'spot' by the pool, and then undid the confining belt. Scarcely had I pulled it off when a warm trickle started down her leg, before I told her to pee and the real blast came. The trickle stained her leg all the way down into the shoe, though the plastic wouldn't be harmed. She cried an apology, admitting that she might need to poop too. 

"Hold it for the moment." I told her. Karen watched this from her perch on a kitchen stool, munching dry cereal. Leaving her standing there, soiled and distraught, leash tied lightly to the pool, I made my way back out to the car, bringing in the various bags, three trips worth, and I always carry huge loads. I took a moment to search for a few vitals that I'd need immediately, bagging most of them quickly, carrying the large container of litter. I'd had half a mind to make a 'cat box ' for her, at least for the shit, which I really didn't want to deal with... discipline, however. I went to her hidden spot near the bushes and laid down a patch of the litter, coming back to her to lead her over to do her business, scuffing over the mess as she stood with one foot, burying it in the litter. 

I used the hose again, the sponge, though there was less mess than last night. I made certain she was absolutely clean, and was about to move along with her training when Tatiyana strolled outside.



Four for the Handyman Ch. 07



Tatiyana announced, as she strode outside where I had been washing my Pet, "I have a wonderful idea. It's a beautiful day, a weekend. Lets go to the beach!" From Karen's cheerful cry I figured out that a unanimous decision was likely; was, in fact, the plan. I even heard Suzy, obviously back from church, holler out her window. 

I smiled. "It's a great idea. Lets do it! Get your swimsuits, ladies." I honestly didn't mind. I'd been maneuvered, certainly, but I could just as easily use this as I could more time cooped in the house with three lusty girls waiting their turns, distracting us. I turned to unbind Marie.

"I... Your Pet would have refused, Owner. She wants to complete her training as quickly as possible." She murmured. I kissed her lightly.

"No worries, Pet. Leave your shoes outside and go upstairs and get ready for the beach. Some training is best conducted away from here anyway." Besides, I didn't want to upset the apple cart by forcing close votes from the girls. Eventually someone would notice the unbalance of power, where I could make unilateral decisions that could only be vetoed by all four of them, and no one else could... eventually if I didn't keep them distracted and thinking on things other than The Deal. 

Tati waited until Marie was upstairs before turning away with a wink, but no other comment. I had the car, after all, I had something of an ace up my sleeve for this situation, not that I had planned for it, but sometimes life just works out funny that way. Besides, after a week I was enjoying keeping Mr. Winky under wraps, though of course, I knew the Speedo was sadly in the cards once more. Can't win them all. 

While the girls were upstairs getting ready I moved the bags to the garage, leaving the jug of litter by the back door. I considered the level of success demonstrated by the simple acceptance of the act of crapping in front of the others without complaint. Last night, when it was just the two of us in the dark she'd fought me as best as she could... today not a peep. Maybe I had truly won her over? We'd see after she went back to school and work tomorrow. That would be the true test, I'd reserve judgment until next weekend, when she was mine for essentially 36 straight hours, being mine Saturday night and both days without undue interruption. 

Karen wore something quite a bit more demure than her last swimsuit, but I could see the faint hint of the ball between her ass cheeks, so I didn't have to wonder why. Other than that, they all wore the same suits as before, though I knew at least Marie had a few others, more revealing than the tight, insanely narrow, shorts she wore as bottoms. The top of the shorts actually fell below her hipbones, and the legs, while even, fell exactly even with her mound. Four inches maybe? And not too much wider at the back. I'd dismissed them as demure when compared to, say, Karen's string confection, but with my attention focused on her completely I now saw what an illusion it was. 

Tati dangled the banana hammock from one longer finger, so I stripped and dressed, pulling shorts over them for the drive. Marie had taken her time, but she also carried a bag packed with towels and other important beach sundries, and she'd kept the tiny pink collar on. All the girls had a towel but she was the only one with a bag. I had one of my own, actually, but much smaller and less focused on the beach itself. 

"No volleyball?" I asked with a sad sigh, I could picture the two on two game with these lovelies. 

"There's one in the bag." Marie replied. It was, as I said, a big bag. Of course, she was a sun-worshipping athlete; I should have guessed she'd play. 

Marie laughed softly when she realized where we were headed. It took Tati a moment longer and she swore softly under her breath, but not unkindly. The other two were clueless until sometime after I'd parked and we began walking past the fence with 'Clothing Optional' signs. It was a longer drive, out of town and then some, but totally worth it in this case. There was no real control on entry, no fees, no guards; just the fence and signs, just like the fact that the lifeguards were on duty solely to keep people from drowning. Sure, there were rules here, there had to be by law, but enforcement was non-existent by design. I'd been a few times, years ago with my Ex, but we'd never really taken advantage of the place and I'd all but forgotten it until the Russian tried to pull a fast one on me. 

I'd heard from a few friends that some 'freaks' liked the place because it was the one place they could fly their flag in broad daylight without being worried of being arrested. I'd never seen it, but some of the things I had seen the last trip out made me think this was utterly true. Not that I intended to push things that hard exactly...

Optional was just that. Plenty of beach-goer's didn't bother, or were there just to watch. There wasn't a place to store your stuff, no real facilities other than some toilets and open air showers, a drinking fountain, that sort of thing. Accordingly, we walked until we found a good spot, the beach not nearly as crowded as the normal ones in town. 

Karen doffed her top, which set the others to stripping, with catcalls directed towards me to participate. Marie abstained from the rush, instead going about the simple business of laying out a truly massive towel, big enough for two or more, and valuable protection from the hot sand. Only once that was done, the rest of us nude, but for Karen's stubborn insistence on keeping her bottoms on... hiding her toy I guessed... did she turn to me for permission to strip. 

Tati apparently figured that things were, at least momentarily, out of her hands and quickly joined Susan in chasing Karen around, trying to strip off her bottoms. The tiny woman, while faster than her pursuers was hindered by the very reason she refused to take them off. 

Marie looked lovely under the sun, wearing only her collar and a smile. She held up some sunscreen and politely insisted on applying it to me, a process that was sinfully decadent and drew a few whistles from passer's by. I returned the favor, though she favored a less protective tanning lotion. I had to admit that I loved the feel of her soft body under my hands, the way she arched to meet my hands, made herself available to my every touch, no matter how innocent or perverse. She provided me a beach pillow and a bottle of ice water, then retrieved the ball. 

Susan and Tatiyana had caught Karen and stripped her of her bottoms by this point. Tati already knew all about the butt plug, it was hers after all, but Susan couldn't resist prodding it and commenting about it, until I was certain Karen would tear it out herself just to escape the attention. Luckily for me, Marie's offer of ball provided a key distraction, and butt plug and all the girls paired off, the smaller faster, presumably more skilled team of Marie and Karen against the size and power of Tatiyana's blonde goddess and Susan's Irish rose. I knew that Karen was a liability, distracted, too short to reach the ball most of the time, a handicap for the talented Marie? I knew that Tatiyana, could be good, she had reach and grace, and was fairly athletic thanks to her dancing. That left Suzy as the wildcard... her swaying breasts were hypnotic...to me, but I wasn't playing, and she lacked the speed or grace of the other women... suffering by comparison I suppose, but she was easily the strongest, what my father would have described as a 'good old fashioned corn fed farm girl... built like a brick shithouse ta boot.'. Poetry runs through our veins I guess. She also seemed the most naturally aggressive, at least outside off sexual matters. 

So I got a command performance of four incredibly beautiful goddesses playing nude beach volleyball, breasts bouncing, bodies colliding, sweat beading. The first game went about as I predicted, Marie's skill showing with her expert serves scoring point after point with little effort, Karen fumbling set ups once the game settle into a grudge match, Susan aggressive but unfocused, and Tatiyana acting above it all for a while. The second game was much closer, with Karen sprawling face first after missing a vital last point. She reached around as she stood, looking at me once, one of the few acknowledgements of my existence, and continued as she was. 

If the second game had been a grudge match, the third, and final was a showdown at high noon. Karen and Marie had come to an understanding about their roles on the court, Susan had risen to the challenge of the game, powering point after point over the net, not always accurately, Tatiyana covering her partner's weaknesses. They went into overtime, then double and triple, neither team getting that all-important two-point spread to declare a winner. It came down to endurance, and Marie was the only trained athlete, conserving her strength, waiting until she could get the easy points. It almost cost her, but by this point Suzy was using one arm to hold her breasts, staggering in the deep sand, and Tatiyana, used to long hours on her feet still moved sluggishly. Karen, never really a factor in the games so far became a key player now, limited to strict defense by her inability to clear the net at all, she played her very best in those final rounds, proving Marie's faith in picking her. 

Rather than collapse onto the towels to sun for a bit, the girls dashed for the cold water to cool off. Their game, while attractive, hadn't gotten as much attention as you might think... frolicking nude girls, even pretty ones, were not exactly rare on a 'nude' beach. 

In the water I noticed Karen jump, goosed by Susan, though their play turned... or so it seemed to me... sexual, intimate. Opposites attract? Marie and Tati were then, by that measure, too similar? 

My pet flopped next to me, tired and happy. 

"Would Owner like his pet to pleasure him?" she offered. There was, as was common, a 'no sex' policy on the beach, but even from where I sat I could see pairings in and out of the water. I had the leash in the bag, I could walk my pet if I wished. I could accept...

"Oho!" came Tati's sultry voice. "He's mine tonight, and that means I get first crack at him." She shot a glare at me, hands on her hips, looking down. "And don't try to bullshit me with 'training', a deal is a deal." 

I knew the real source of her outrage. A beach, a public beach, one where no one would complain if she rode me like a merry-go-round and screamed to the heavens... a dream come true for an exhibitionist, and she was worried that Marie would steal her chance. 

"My pet... I do think she is in more need of pleasuring than I am. See to it." I ordered offhand. Marie shot me a look of shock mixed with unreadable other emotions before rising to her hands and knees. Tati raised her hands, half in protest before she realized what she was about to refuse. I knew she did women as often, maybe more often than men... by her own admission, and a public licking was as much a part of her wiring as a ride on the meat pole. Most of all, I hadn't refused her, in fact, I was ensuring she got her special attention today, I was obeying the deal... sort of.

On Suzy's towel, Karen finally having relented, the other two watched, thought Susan split her attention between the show and the black rubber in her friends ass, Karen just enjoyed the attention and the show without complaint as she lay on her stomach. She had some pretty strong sunscreen on, I'd seen the bottle wrapped in her towel. 

Marie stayed on her knees in the hot sand, Tati stayed standing... it was a serviceable bit of cunnilingus... nothing fancy but definitely functional. So, as I suspected, Marie knew her way around pussy, and just being in Public made the blonde easy to please... very easy. When she pushed Marie's head away, the sun-bronzed face was glazed from ear to ear. 

"Enough..." Tati rasped. Marie looked to me for confirmation and I nodded. The dancer sprawled on her own towel, the warm sun evaporating her sweat, drying her almost instantly, while Marie crawled back to lay against my legs, sunning herself. She reached into the bag and offered me the decorative leash for her collar, and I thought to myself 'why not?'. I would have to 'walk' her, like I'd heard of others doing, just because I could. From her attitude I believed she'd enjoy it as much as I did. 

The blonde looked over at me from where she sprawled. "You will still fuck me." She promised. "Once I've recovered..."

"I never said otherwise." I stroked Marie's hair absently. Things were going... well. 

Over on the other towel things were getting hotter. Karen could only stand so much ass play without things turning serious. She'd been primed by the plug anyway, hours so far of constant pressure in her favorite place, she'd rubbed more than a few off since then, and to have someone, anyone toying with it... well, Red was playing with fire every time she prodded. 

Karen had leapt up, pouncing on the bigger girl, bowling her over from surprise more than anything else. As I watched she sat on Suzy's face, pressing her sodden slit to the surprised mouth. She reached back and fucked herself with the plug right in front... literally inches... from the other girl's eyes.

"Stop teasing me, bitch, and start fucking me!" she ordered, grinding her cunt against those puffy lips. Susan, to my surprise, as I'd thought she was still exploring this... it HAD only been a day after all... reached up and gripped Karen's hips, one hand replacing hers on the ball, diving into the muff with gusto. With both hands free, Karen took ahold of the shaking teats in front of them, twisting them viciously, making Susan squeal and buck under her, but not stopping the licking. Hot as she was it only took Karen seconds to groan through her first orgasm, falling forward over her friend, reaching for the red ringlets south of Susan's border, but falling tragically short. Not that Susan was letting go of her hips to make it easier. 

Reluctantly Karen released on breast, reaching for the pale slit, sliding a finger in easily as we watched. Marie and Tatiyana had been barely a warm up act compared to what was happening.

Susan, obviously not quite happy with the arrangement, flipped Karen off her, rolling her into the white sands, powder coating the sweaty girl. She pinned the smaller girl down with her body, kissing her passionately, working one hand between Karen's legs still. Without breaking the kiss, Karen struggled feebly to get up, to break the pin, her ass wriggling against the hot sands, eventually wrapping her legs around Suzy's thighs, spreading wider for those plunging fingers. Between the plug, the kiss and the plunging fingers it wasn't long until Karen was screaming through a body shaking orgasm, coating Susan's hand with her cream. Susan sat up, a satisfied smirk on her face.

"No, THAT"S how I please a bitch." She lay back, closing her eyes against the sun. Karen just lay there panting from aftershocks. 

Tati was still recovering, the show was evidentially over. I stood, taking the leash in hand, shaking it slightly to get my Pet's attention.

"I'd prepare yourself." I told the reclining blonde. "Once I've walked my pet I'm in a mood to get some payback for the teasing you inflicted upon me all week." She shivered at my words. 

With Marie on her hands and knees we went for a leisurely walk around the beach, taking our time. It was a big beach, even confining ourselves to the sand and the surf, the cold water washing over us as we walked. I got many comments and more than a few compliments from men and women alike... not all of them regarding my lovely pet... awkward when the compliments were from men... inviting when they were from women. 

"What will Owner do to Tati?" Marie asked me, moving slower as she tired.

"What does my Pet think?" I didn't wait for a response. "I am going to fuck her, just as she asked. When I am done with her she will be unable to walk off the beach under her own power." Easier said than done, but at least she was already tired from playing. "I'm going to wear her out until she would prefer to sleep the night away, then... when it's her turn properly, I will do it again, until she passes out from the force of her pleasure. I am going to slake my lusts on her tender young body in ways she only imagines she has experienced." I promised. She made an approving noise of sorts, sore and tired from the long crawl. 

"Since Owner will not have much time for his Pet, she wants him to know that today has been... her favorite day. She hopes Owner is proud of her." 

We were on the way back now, "My pet has nothing to fear on that." I replied. "Not about my pride in her, nor in my attentions." 

Tati was ready for me, or so she thought. Karen and Susan were curled together, relaxing. I let Marie sit, brushing the sand out of her knees and palms. The slender blonde seemed fired up, ready to go, I distracted her with a bottle from the bag I had brought myself. 

"Oil yourself up. Get Karen to help you if you must." I told her. "Be... very... through." I turned to my tired and happy Pet. "Playtime is over. Lessons." I told her. She sat up a bit stiffer, expectant, curious... I reached into my bag. "Ass please." I told her, and after a moment she rolled over pushing her derriere up towards me. I held up a plug, similar to Karen's, only this one ended in a long bundle of hair, a tail if you like. It was bigger than the tiny probe that had been in her ass in either chastity belt, but not as big as Karen's full sized plug. I pushed it in dry, careful to not hurt her. Her ass was ready, her body tired, sweaty despite the drying heat, it proved enough, though she did wince once before it was seated, giving her a tail that swished over her cunt at this angle. I also had a strappy assembly that lifted her feet, tying ankle to thigh, which I put on with only a moment of effort. I had another pair of shoes, but the harsh sand and saltwater were utterly inappropriate for them. Too bad, I sighed. I did push the pair of rubber eggs into her wet slit, leaving a tiny white string to pull them out later. I put a 'horse bit' in her mouth, effectively gagging her, and the handcuffs, in front of her so she could still 'walk' like this, but still binding her. 

"Karen, Susan, I know you both are somewhat eager to take the Pet for a walk, and you'll have your chance. Give her a bit of time to grow accustomed to her training aides, and to recover from the long walk she just had, then you may each take turns walking her." Behind her bit, Marie was breathing harder than she had when we'd returned. 

My earlier walk had drawn more attention to the five of us. A group of mostly men gathered, loose and disorganized, a respectful distance away. Excellent. As Karen took up the leash I bent down for one last inspection, rubbing my thumb over her cum-slick clit. Oh yes, Marie was most definitely hot to trot, no matter how her mind might be spinning in that beautiful head of hers. I wiped a line of drool from her lower lip, knowing it would just form again, the bit held her mouth open, she couldn't control it. Susan took one look at Tati and I and followed Karen. 

"I seem to recall a reward 'beyond my wildest dreams' for the torture of last week. Is interfering in Marie's training my 'reward'?" my voice was ugly, more than I meant. 

"No!" She protested weakly. 'Its... its..." she looked away, the crowd threatened to move away, following the trio of pretty girls, but they'd be back. 

"Tell me, then. What's this fabulous reward I was promised?" Kinder. 

"It... was supposed to be me. Not just for sex, or sex every so often... me, like you are taking Marie. I wasn't going to fight, or resist... but she... you... stole my thunder. I had such a plan to present myself, tied with a bow for you." 




Four for the Handyman Ch. 07



"But: For how long?" she flinched. We both knew the answer. Weeks, a few months at the most, until she got bored with it; there was more too it as well, a certain intimacy brought on by training. I would never have known what I was missing if things had gone her way. The girls were coming back from their first circuit, bringing back the crowd like a magnet drawn through iron filings. I raised my voice, let it carry to the people hovering around.

"So, you want to find out how a real man does it, do you? Then get down there and earn it, bitch." I snarled. She blinked, just for a second, her nipples popping when she understood. I pointed to the ground in front of me. "Here." I snapped. She made it in a few hurried steps and started to go to her knees.

"Don't kneel, spread your legs wide so everyone can see just what an eager little slut you are." I corrected her. She took a deep breath, squatting down, knees outside of my legs. I used mine to push hers out wide, leaving my feet far enough apart that people behind me could clearly see her twat, the silver ring flashing against pink skin in the sun. 

My cock was hard as a rock, seeping pre-cum... sort of the default for this last week or so... and a sticky glob stuck to her cheek when I slapped her with it, glistening streamers connecting us. She ran her hands up and down my legs, looking up at me. I glanced around, seeing more than a few off the watching me with hands on their raging boners. I dumped my water bottle all over Tati, the sudden cold shock making her gasp. I tossed the empty wide mouth bottle over towards the nearest dude.

"This little fuck-slut is a real cum-queen. Do me a favor and pass that around, fill it up for her while I take care of her." The guy caught it, thought about it for a moment.

"Why not!" he called back. Of course, what did he have to lose? He was already stroking his meat in public, after all. A few guys called to him saying they'd donate to a good cause. This would hardly be the first public show on this beach, a similar event had been the straw that convinced my Ex that this beach wasn't for 'Us'. Now here I was, putting on the show. I looked down to where Tatiyana was licking her lips, open-mouthed. 

"Well, what are you waiting for? Tell these nice people, and me, how much you want it?" 

"I want it." She replied.

"I can't hear you, bitch." I snapped. 

"I said I want it!" She called loudly. "I want your cock in me, I want your cum all over me, in my mouth, in my pussy, coating me, painting me. I want you to fuck me, hard, make me scream." She called out, addressing the crowd. It was only a dozen or so people, with a few more coming over to check out the commotion, but it was more than enough.

"I don't know, fella's. Do you believe her?" I called. There were some mixed calls, some impatient heckler calling me to just do it already, a few boos, a few loud 'yeses'. "They don't sound too convinced." I told her. 

"Oh... fuck me, I'm wet. Please fuck me... do me, hard, here and now, make me your bitch..." she moaned. 

"That sounded pretty convincing!" Came a voice, some of the guys called out in agreement. 

"How wet are you?" I asked, slapping her face, her forehead with my rod. She slipped a finger inside her, another... then three, the white fluid squishing loudly, oozing around her fingers, forming a white ring around her nether lips as she finger-fucked herself loudly. She held up her hand, wet to the wrist, though only her fingers had gone in. "Well, that looks pretty wet." I admitted to some laughter. "But I'm not convinced you really want ME. You seemed pretty happy with my pet earlier." I challenged her. She moaned again, her fingers back in her cunt. 

"I need this cock inside me, I need YOU inside me." She pleaded. "I need you to take me...make me yours." "Prove it." I whispered to her. Louder, "Open up, bitch and show me." I slid my cock into her waiting, willing mouth. I let her do her thing, use every technique she wanted, one hand on my shaft, caressing my balls while the other slipped in and out of her cunt, both hands working me over as she fluttered her tongue up and down the sensitive skin, hands free, using just her mouth, hands reaching under her hips, pulling her sex wide for the viewer. Her legs shook with the strain of holding the crouch, but she didn't stop, drool and precum spilling off my balls as I fucked her expert mouth, coating her chin. She was loud, eager, sloppy... a real crowd pleaser. 

If I had been ten years younger I would have lasted only a few minutes. The decade plus I had on her had taught me quite a few things about sex. A passionless relationship had taught me that my orgasms could be produced or withheld nearly on demand. There were limits, certainly, and given time I knew she could pull them out of me no matter how much I tried to hold back. But time was all I needed. I enjoyed, mentally, the idea of this hot young exhibitionist publicly working my shaft, the expert and entirely willing blowjob, focusing on the eroticism of the moment, tuning out the physical sensations that were the enemy. In other words, I enjoyed myself immensely even as I forced her to wear herself out trying to melt the iron in her mouth. When her legs collapsed under her, my cock slipping free one last time, spittle spraying her skin, gasping, jaw slack from exhaustion I smiled big for the crowd.

"Well? Do you think she's done enough? Does she REALLY want to get fucked?" I asked them as she panted before me, eyes glazed, tracking slowly over the audience. I could see the bottle being passed around, already holding a small measure of thick stuff. It had been a while, ten minutes? Fifteen? A few guys seemed to be working to get it back up already, and some more women had joined in, pairing off with men, or each other, rather than flying solo for the show. I could see Marie resting uncomfortably on a towel, with Susan and Karen beside her, fondling her as they all watched. Women may not be as interested in watching for its own sake, but they weren't immune, and what was happening here was pretty personal for them. 

The response from the crowd was mixed but mostly positive. I shrugged, looking down. "I'm not entirely convinced." I reached down, slipping a fat finger into her cunt. Still wet, ready... very ready. "Back up on your feet, give them a real show... not just some half hearted sucking this time." I told her. "Lets see that tongue in action this time." I told her. 

She started with small circles around the head, the pressure just right, slipping the silver ball of her piercing under the rim from time to time, masterful control, though the fatigue of her mouth showed in her technique, I doubted the watchers noticed. I made her keep both hands up, on my junk, or on my body, out of the way, and when she started tonguing around my balls I caught Karen's eye. A silent exchange, I thought she understood, certainly she started whispering to Susan. 

"Why don't you come over here and taste her, let the crowd know just how good she is?" I asked out loud. She nodded, slowly, crawling over, between my legs to get to get to Tati's pussy. It only took seconds for the fully primed blonde to freeze, crying out loudly in obvious pleasure. Of course, Karen's posture put her own 'private' distress on display, but then it had never really been hidden since we'd arrived. Karen backed out, standing up, face wet, and Susan took her place, taking maybe twice as long... though for such short measures who really counted?... to pull another screaming orgasm out of the distraught dancer.

"Oh, yeah, she's wet. Mmm... and tasty." Karen smiled, licking her lip. She and Suzy knelt next to her, running their hands, dipping their finger into the endless flow. They stood again, holding up glistening hands to the crowd.

"Who wants a taste?" they called out like vendors at a ball game, walking to the still growing crowd, offering their hands, and occasionally their wet lips, to people that raised their hands. I grabbed Tati's chin with my hand, lifting her face. 

"How do you like that? Anyone who wants gets a taste of you, can taste how much you want it." I asked her quietly. She closed her eyes, barely able to keep her feet, barely able to talk, moaning softly. 

"Please... just fuck me... stop... teasing me..." she managed, shuddering through aftershocks. Karen and Suzy were done with their rounds, though they seemed happy in the crowd, I saw Susan helping a man with a handjob, the bottle in her other hand. Karen, meanwhile, was proving very popular with the ladies today... I wondered if any were squirters... and if they'd contribute. 

"Well?" I asked the crowd, getting much the same response as before, maybe a smidge more positive. "How do you fuck a bitch, guys?" I asked. 

"Like a dog!" came the reply. I nodded, stepping away from Tati a bit, she was game to follow me, but her legs were weak. 

"Face your fans, slut, face them and get down. I want you to watch them watching me fuck you like the bitch you are. Are you in heat, bitch?" She nodded. "I couldn't hear that." 

"I am a bitch in heat, fuck me like a dog, fuck me like the bitch I am... let everyone see what a hot little slut I am." She was on a roll with her responses, really into it or a great actress... but the shiny oil slick on either thigh told me she wasn't acting, her needy panting only helped convince me. 

I won't lie, I was glad of the short break, though the entire spectacle seemed to make me hard enough to cut glass. I was so hard I was sure I could manage two or even three explosions in a row, something I hadn't done for years... but I didn't want to risk being wrong so publicly. Maybe once we'd done 'enough' I'd see if I could keep going. 

I took my place behind her. Really, watching the crowd was distracting, I'd prefer to tune them out, but this wasn't about what I wanted so much as it was about overwhelming Tati with her own kinks, giving her what she so desperately craved to the nth power. She rested her head on her forearms, slitted eyes mostly watching the crowd, watching her friends and complete strangers cheer for her degradation, her reduction to a mass of need and a hot body for my own pleasure. Her ass wriggled unconsciously as I knelt behind her, not touching her yet. I bent over her, to 'whisper' intimately into her ear, though I addressed the crowd almost as much as I addressed her.

"I'm waiting." I said. "Tell them..." 

She rose, first to her hands, then to her knees, spread wide and ready, cupping her breasts with her hands, eyes sweeping the crowd, eager now. There was a tension to the air, the foreplay was over, the real show was about to begin... and everyone knew it.  

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked the crowd, licking her lips. Her accent was thicker, almost slurred. "I'm so hot... I just want to fuck... if HE wasn't here... maybe I'd fuck one of you. Maybe all of you. I need it so badly." Her hands caressed her body, her sex, tousling her hair wantonly. Her hips thrust slowly, back up to me. "I want you to watch me get fucked... want you to see what a slut I really am. I want you to dream of me, nameless, just a piece of meat for your pleasure." She shuddered. "I'm just a bitch in heat... will you tell him to fuck me... please?" she pleaded. They roared. 

I pushed her back down, roughly, snagging a handful of her silken gold in my fist, keeping her face from hitting the hot sand, making her cry out. I shoved into, hard, making her cry out again. I slammed into her, jack hammering into her willing body, just a few to warm her up. 

"Reach back her bitch and spread wide for me." I growled loudly. She complied without a word, held up by the rope of hair knotted around my fist. "Is that what you want?" 

"Ooohh.... Yesss..." she hissed, loud enough to carry. I slammed into her again, our bodies meeting with a wet slap. 

"Like that?" I asked; she just mewled. I ground into her, pushing as deep as I could manage, working my hips with exaggerated motions.

"What do you think? Does she like it?" I called to them. Some had set out their towels, reclining to enjoy show properly. There were some cozy groups among them, and our friends still circulated slowly, both were on their knees sucking strangers off now. They cheered. " Is this what YOU want?" I asked them, and received a resounding yes from them, more than a few calls to 'fuck the bitch' seeded among them, a few raised beers in toast. I rose up behind her, still impaled on my spear, onto my feet in a low crouch so I could get my whole body behind me. I slapped her upturned ass a few time, turning the skin red, making her yelp. No more questions, no more answers... I tuned the people out of my mind, concentrating on the body in front of me, on the way she pushed back against me, tugged against the grip in hair, the way her back arched and bowed. 

We were past warmed up, my cock filled every inch of her, found every hidden nook inside her, stretching her yearning flesh with my swollen girth. 

So I began then to truly fuck her, luxuriating in the sensations of her body. I began with slow, even strokes, pulling out until just the tip of me rested inside, each outbound stroke bringing with it a tiny tidal wave of her fluids, splattering the sands between her knees. I would pause, just long enough that she'd start to push back, and at that instant sliding forward confident and sure, stopping only when I could go no deeper, my balls slapping against her clit. I built up my speed, the force behind my thrusts provided by my legs, digging deep into the sand, driving forward, pulling her back onto me by her hair, slapping her ass in staccato beats, clawing my fingers down her spine, raising red streaks, grabbing her throat when she began to buck against me, her body thrashing wildly, out of her control. 

Though it was awkward I pulled her upright, crouching low, balls scrapping the sand so everyone could see me splitting her wide. Her hands flew to my arm at her neck, though I kept my grip loose. She had been reduced to chanted prayer. " Fuck me..." or "oh God..." occasionally mixing them up when her voice didn't fail her completely. 

I steadied myself, short hard thrusts up into her, lifting her knees from the sand and dropping her again, people cheering her... us... on. Tati wailed, flailing on my shaft as she lost all control, her body arcing backwards, slamming into my chest again and again as she spasmed and flailed, her legs going utterly limp under her. I let go, pushing her face first into the sand with a roar, gripping her ass with my hands and really tearing into her before she could catch her breath. Only my grip on her hips, and my cock inside her kept her from flopping bonelessly to the ground, and by the time she'd recovered her senses she was already on the verge of cresting again, though not with quite the utter abandon. 

I slowed, drawing it out, conserving my strength, letting her recover enough. She pushed weakly off the sand, sweat pouring freely from both of us, sticking to her skin like a sugar coated pastry. 

"You know what? This position is absolutely perfect, her ass is right here! What do you think guys?" they cheered, though maybe not quiet as enthusiastically. Not everyone was an ass man, I supposed. I gripped her hair, pulling her up a bit. "What do you say, fuck-slut?" I growled loudly. 

"Wha... whatever you want..." she stammered, unprepared for this. I was tempted to go through the entire routine, but I wasn't sure she'd be able to convince them. Besides... I was tired of playing carnival barker. I pulled out of her, the suction, even after all this, incredible. I slapped her cheeks wetly with my member, painting her skin with her own cream, then pushed the head against her rosebud. 

I'd wrung her out so totally that there was almost no resistance at all, the combination of sweat and girl-goo making a natural lubricant, and I slid into her almost too easily. 

"Oh... fuck that's big..." she gasped, pained. "Oh.. big man... go slow..." she pleaded. I grunted.

"Its too late for that, bitch. I'm all in." I pointed out with a final push to prove the point, drawing a gasp from her. She reached back, desperately seeking.. finding... our joined flesh, breathing hard, hyperventilating, eyes watering when she looked over her shoulder. 

"Oh..." she managed. I raised my hands, calling for a chant, a cheer, something... and the crowd obliged with a ragged cheer and clapping, a few whistled. 

"Fuck her!" they shouted, a few at first, then more until it was a reverberating demand from everyone as I egged them on, then called for silence with a wave.

"Should I fill you up? Is that what you want?" I asked loudly of my partner. 

"Oh... God yes..." she managed. "Give it to me... fill my... my ass with your cum... fill me up, daddy." She improved to cheers, "Lube my ass..." I slapped her ass, hard, making her jump, her sphincter to tighten spasmodically around my shaft. 

"You heard the bitch!" came the heckler's voice. "Fill'er up!" he brayed. Obviously a happy man, however, as he had a woman sitting in his lap, eyes closed, biting her lip. 

"Are you ready for it?" I asked her softly, she looked at me, eyes half closed, sultry. That was my answer. 

I went gently, building up to it. I was stretching her wide, and while I was punishing her body, I didn't want to inflict real harm. I started with short slow strokes, let her warm up, start moving her hips, circling a bit, working onto me. 

"Look at her go, guys! See how needy she is? She can't get enough off me, even in her ass." I called out, egging her on to greater efforts, until she was, tired and sore as she had to be, doing all the work while I stayed still, hands on my thighs. She moaned, eyes closed as she worked, forehead pressed into her crossed arm. I let her build up to her first, mild, orgasm from this slow anal play. 

"Hands." I told her sternly. My cock ached, my balls felt bruised, and I was hungry for more. She lifted up weakly, putting her hands behind her back for me to grab. I took her wrists instead, holding them hard with one hand, pulling her arms taut, lifting her from the sand. I tore into her then, she was loose, unresisting, lubed... nothing else mattered to me so much right then as filling her ass right to the brim. I fucked her hard, fast.. pulling her pinned arm to me, putting one knee to the sand for stability, pushing off with the other as I sodomized her under the sun. Before me she moaned and thrashed and cried, sometimes for more, sometimes it almost seemed as if she wanted to call me to stop, let her rest, but couldn't quite bring herself to end it. 

With a roar I slammed into her, driving her hips to the sand, pushing her forward as I emptied all I had into her and more, tearing another orgasm from her as she felt the hot thick liquid splash into her. With a gasp of effort I tore free from her body, my cock still rock hard, slimy with jizz. I went to her shoulder, lifted her head with a grip on her scalp, her mouth already open as I managed another feeble squirt across her lips, then she was locking those same sensual lips around my cock, sucking it clean. 

"Look at her go." I rasped to the crowd. "The bitch got a full load and STILL she wants more!" They cheered us on. "You think I should give it to her?" More cheering, though some faces had drifted away, or were drifting away... newcomers, drawn by the noise, or the crowd replaced them. I tossed her down, pulling from her mindlessly sucking mouth, tossed her on her back, flipping her over in the sand, my rod purple and almost vibrating angrily, despite the monster blast I'd just unleashed. I grabbed an ankle and spun her sideways to the half circle audience, ignoring the few that had moved around to watch my ass, or hers maybe. She sprawled helplessly before me, mouth working, lips shiny wet, smiling faintly. I took both ankles then, spreading her legs wide, lifting her sand covered ass up, plunging into her waiting cunt, almost bending her in half as I plowed into her again and again. When her legs began to shake and quiver I let her go, letting her feet drop to the sand, knees bent. 




Four for the Handyman Ch. 07



I made sure she was sensate, tapping her ass lightly as I knelt on the sands until she raised her hips, on tippy toe, working me into her ass once more. She was a wreck, a gelid mass of overworked nerves and exhausted flesh, limp as I fucked her gooey ass, still seeping my jizz from before. 

I didn't last long, honestly. My cock was so sensitive from the first blast I could have come ever other minute maybe... dry spasms as I drained myself dry into her. I wondered if I'd ever grow soft again, finally pushing her off of me, to lay helpless and utterly spent on the sand, dripping fluids splattering her skin as I staggered to my feet. I caught Susan's eye, waving for the bottle, now half full, an amazing amount of cum, honestly. 

Tati looked up at me when I called to her.

"Hey, fuck slut... you like cum? Here's all you earned, your 'pay' for that pathetic performance." I held the bottle out to her, watched in fascination as she took it weakly and tilted it up into her mouth, draining it, dribbling some down her face, licking the inside to get just a tiny bit more. 

"Thank... you." She managed from where she lay, "May I have... another?" Loud enough to get a chuckle from the few remaining witnesses. 

"Oh... don't worry, bitch. You're day isn't done just yet." I mopped the sweat from my forehead. "Just for right now." 

A few guys waddled over, cocks pinched hard in their fists, spraying her body without a word. She hissed when the hot drops splattered against her where she lay, trailing her fingertips through the mess. A few others came over to congratulate me, though some had a mind to ask about getting a bit of my action... in several different ways. I shooed them away, our beach trip was done. 

Luckily for me there were a few more bottles of water, warm from the sun, but invigorating. I made sure Tati got one, Suzy doing the honors of holding it for her.

As Marie was indisposed, along with Tati, Karen and Susan packed up our stuff, shaking out towels and abandoned swimwear. Like most guests we'd 'cheat' going out, putting everything on at the last minute. I had Tati wrapped in a towel only, jizz drying on her skin, sand stuck everywhere. She couldn't really walk, I kept my promises after all, and mostly lolled against Susan's strong shoulder, while Karen led the crawling Marie by her leash, leading so I could see she still had the plug in her own ass, a reminded perhaps of whom it was that really wanted hard ass fucks. 

At the end of the beach I undid the straps that kept Marie on her knees, letting her legs unbend for the first time in... two hours or so? I'd spent a lot of time with Tati, the sun was low and fat in the afternoon sky, though darkness would come with summer's lateness. School, I realized then, must have just started for these girls. 

I let the girls put their tops on, did Marie's myself, but kept their bottoms in my bag. We'd be breaking the law when we stepped past the fence line, but no one would care. I did pull on my shorts, my rod finally softening somewhat, though the caress of rough cloth against inflamed skin threatened to change that. 

Marie, my Pet, got the front seat, odd as it may seem. Karen and Suzy, bottomless, sat in the back on a towel, with the utterly unclothed, and only semi-conscious Tatiyana draped across their laps. 

I did remove the bit from Marie's drooling mouth, well, by then it was cotton mouth, and let her drink from the last bottle of water. She remained quiet the entire drive back, making me wonder if I'd made a mistake in servicing Tati so thoroughly while she watched, neglected.



Four for the Handyman Ch. 08



*** What follows was being written as feedback came in, thus there is a change of tone and direction as the chapter progresses. The latter half should be better than the first.***

Despite any number of facts that would seem to contradict this, the girls were not too eager to traipse naked, or half naked, across the front lawn to the house. The private back yard? No problem. In the house, windows open or not? No problem. A nude beach with very public sex? No problem... front yard? Problem. Still, I had the bag with their bottoms, or in Tati's case everything, and I went inside. Marie followed without a peep, though a little extra pep in her step to hurry it up... standing in the corner of the doorway, as much out of sight as possible, while I unlocked the front door. 

Tati, I was glad to see, made it into the house under her own power, though without her customary grace. I suggested Susan make dinner for us all, and led my pet out back to where her soiled shoes were sitting on the back patio, it was her potty time, and despite being barefoot, and dried out by fun in the sun, she managed without incident. 

I left her hands cuffed in front of her from the beach and had her wash up in the pool. I also carried the wrung out dancer out, dumping her in unceremoniously, with instructions for Marie to wash her. 

The smell of cooking coming from the kitchen was delightful, a distraction from the two nude beauties in the pool, the one I'd just fucked and the one I desperately wanted to. 

Letting Marie clean Tatiyana appeared to be an excellent idea. Third bath as a pet, and each one handled differently... cleaning the other woman, who only struggled feebly against it in the beginning, seemed to give her some notion of what I was looking at when I had her clean herself. 

Tati floated lazily in the soapy water as Marie finished cleaning herself, another change, this time I rinsed the residual soap off with the hose, the girls jumping and squealing at the shockingly cold water, hands held up protectively, nipples tight from the cold. 

I tossed them a towel to share, keeping both of them on the patio, awaiting my pleasure. 

"My Pet, you are aware of The Deal you Owner made." I began, she nodded silently, "So any act of resentment over the results of that Deal will be dealt with harshly. Every four days Tatiyana requires my attentions, and so, every four days you will have another Pet undergoing training with you. You are to learn from her, and if necessary you are to train her as you have been trained." I turned to Tati, shivering still, invigorated slightly by the bathing and the restful car ride home.

"You can not be a Pet. First I refuse to allow for the confusion of two responding to the same endearment. Second, I refuse to invest the time and energy in what is merely a momentary fancy. But as you seem to require a firm hand, a firm hand I will give you. You are not mine, I will not claim you. You are a bitch in heat, just as I called you before, a fuck slut. You will respond to those names just as My Pet responds to hers. I expect a great deal more obedience from you, an example for my Pet, as you asked... no... demanded this. I will be harsh with you on your days, because you have no excuse for lax discipline and misbehavior. You will call me Master, not Owner." I told her. 

"Yes Master" she replied easily, smiling at a joke. I let the smile go, a happy slut was fine by me, even if the source of her amusement was off base. " But if its just as well, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow, with work and school and all, I'd like to take a pass on tonight." She told me. I slapped her breast, causing her to leap back in shock. 

"My Pet?" I turned slightly. She frowned slightly, but folded to her knees quickly.

"Owner, your pet begs forgiveness on behalf of the Slut. A deal goes both ways, the Owner has the right of the Slut's Bed every four nights, no matter what else, just as the Slut can demand the Owner's attention those nights, though He has other wishes. A Slut, like a Pet can not accept her position in one breath then deny it with the other." Tati looked at us in shock. 

"In other words... your insistence of being treated as My Pet is as complete as the Deal, and can only be changed by breaking the Deal, or by a Unanimous decision that makes a provision for it. I remind you that every time you try to change the Deal, I change it as well." I raised an eyebrow, gambling... bluffing really. 

She thought about it, holding her abused tit. I waited. Dinner was ready, Karen and Susan watching us from their stools by the counter. I felt like I lived in a fishbowl sometimes, a byproduct of shaking out a complex dynamic... maybe once things had gotten settled down they'd be less concerned with what I did, or didn't do with their roommates. Of course, Karen was squirming, her ass had to be burning from the butt plug, especially given all the play time it had gotten at the beach. 

Tati gave in. I wasn't sure she would. Honestly, I half hoped she didn't, and if she meant it about wanting a rest tonight she made the wrong call. I really didn't want to train two, even if one was part time. I was still learning with Marie as it was, and Tati's little mind game fetish, not to mention her utter self-possession about her lusts and lovers made her exceptionally unreliable. I could tame her, easily, and watch her walk away just as easily. It was a game to her, just a game with a particular lover. Not like Marie, who was focused entirely on the underbelly of her own personality, impaled if you will on a part of her she hadn't really explored. That was what made it so delicious, flipping her like that. As a Dominant, she'd breezed through her sex life, getting by on looks and teasing, fun but unsatisfying. What she was undergoing now wasn't fun, but I knew it was more satisfying than anything in her young life... and as she relaxed she enjoyed it more... it became fun. She'd never be the same even if it ended tonight, she'd never be able to go all the way back now that I'd unlocked the beast within. 

Tati's surrender was wordless, of course. She dropped to her knees, miming Marie's posture, then lowered herself onto her belly, abasing herself utterly, hands behind her back, face pushed into the rough patio surface. 

"Master, you should punish the Slut, she should know better." She said softly, not entirely insincerely, though I could hear the 'act' in her words. She was imitating what she thought Marie said and did. I knelt down, putting my shoe by her face, but not under it. 

"And what does a fuck slut think punishment is? Does a slut think she'll get off during her punishment?" I asked softly. She turned her face and kissed my shoe.

"Master, please." She begged a little more honestly, "I'm an untrained bitch, a slave to my lust... I... I mean... um..."

"Exactly. You don't know. I ask one thing of you, to be an example of eager obedience for my pet. As a slut you are good for one thing, to get fucked." She shivered, memories from the beach I thought. "I will punish you, forgive you, or fuck you as I please. You will enjoy whatever I chose, because that is what a slut does." I grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, lifting her up a bit, enough so she could get her hands under her before I let go. "Get up. Both of you." I snarled, turning away. I let them stand there meekly, watching my back as I stood there for a long moment. 

"I have half a mind to put both of you to bed." Not that Marie had done anything, but the idea was that the actions of one reflected in the treatment of both of them. Effective, if unfair. "But I would be a poor Owner or Master if I didn't see to the health and welfare of my charges." I stalked to the bag I had set by the back door, the one I'd prepared before going to the beach. I didn't have the right gear for two... damn Tati's confession. 

I tossed a bottle of skin lotion at their feet. "Go ahead, the sun and sand are harsh, and I want your skins soft. Pay particular care to knees, hands and ankles." Areas where they were crawling or had hard straps from shoes. I watched as they had a moment of trying to work out who got the bottle first. I sighed. "Each should do the other." I left them to it, sprawling into the lounge chair on the patio, I was getting a headache. 

"Um..." came a call from inside, Karen waving her hand. Of the four girls in the house she, above all others, should have been the one I was training. She seemed the most natural. Case in point. "Uh.. I've had this plug in my ass all day. I... kinda have to.. you know." She blushed, waving upstairs. "And... my rear sort of aches." 

"So? Go upstairs and do your business." I suggested. "I, personally, would appreciate it if you'd consider wearing the plug until your turn." I added. She scurried off without telling me either way, but I suspected she'd have it in when she came back down. Given her love for anal play I'd have to introduce her to enemas... which would also suggest a route out of having to deal with my Pet's unfortunate biological need to crap... and the awkwardness of training around it. No pun intended, but you could whitewash enemas, same dirty function, less ick factor. This led me to ponder why a woman's urine, or a mans I supposed, could be erotic under the right circumstances, but shit was just nasty except to hardcore fetishists... I had to admit, making Marie piss as I did had a certain quality to it, though I didn't want to actually deal with the stuff itself. 

Luckily the duo were done with the lotion, and a little gratuitous petting, nothing worth describing in detail... just a simple fact of life that all actions around the house had to involve some sexual aspect. Tati was too tired to want to get too involved, and Marie was either afraid of transgressing, eager to move onto dinner, or not really as into girl sex as she pretended. It is just possible she realized I was rather impatient, the sun was falling, I was hungry and had a headache from the sun, the exertions of the day, and the mess I'd just been handed. Keeping Marie in the right mindset was a difficult balancing act as it was without worrying about jealousy. I already knew she had some unspoken regrets about having to share me as it was, having to share the unique relationship we had could be a step too far. Only Marie was being trained, only Marie was 'My Pet'... and Tati had barged right into that like an enraged bull in a china shop. Of course, Marie had missed just when that had happened... in retrospect, a mistake. Hindsight never needs glasses, sadly. 

As I looked at the two of them standing there, skin gleaming from the lotion, awkwardly holding it, uncertain what to do with it, I realized I needed to set up protocols for shit like this. Ugh... 

"Just drop it, Pet. This time anyway." She released it as if it had grown hot. An ill-tempered bastard with near total control over her... yeah, that's what she needed right now, just when things were going so well, too. I sighed and rubbed a hand over my face. I was still dressed, the only one actually, though baggy cargo shorts hanging loose over my hips and sand filled shoes hardly counted as dressed. I looked at them and waved them to come closer, stopping them a foot or two from the chair. I stood, pulled an ugly little wooden bench to me, leaving it beside the chair for now, and sat again, looking right at the two pretty pussies at my eye level, looking up, past pretty breasts to pretty pretty eyes, large and slightly fearful. I reached into the bag and pulled out the new chastity belt and handed it to the taller girl. She glanced at it and, after a moment put it on Marie, a perfect fit... as it had been tailored for the smaller girl. 

"I can't have a heated bitch running around inviting everyone to fuck her. There is another belt laying on the cot in the garage. Bring everything from the cot, and a pair of your work shoes." I told her when it was done, dismissing her. I'd planned on giving it back to her, obviously I wasn't going to do it quite how I'd planned. 

Marie glanced at the clear plastic, slightly scuffed and soiled, high heels sitting by the kitchen door, then looked back at me. I shook my head. 

"A poorly trained Pet soiled those. To keep her from repeating that mistake, I have new shoes for my pet." I reached into the bag. In some ways the new shoes were a kindness. In others, they were abominably cruel. I was lucky to have found them on hand at the store, in her size.

Normal 'stripper shoes', the massive high heels seen predominantly in clubs and on prostitutes have seven or eight inch heels, typically eight. This sounds really brutal, but they also have four inches of 'stack' under the toes, meaning that while the girl stands eight inches taller, she really is only wearing three or four inch heels. I've seen some that only had two and a half inches of lift, though those were more 'fashionably chunky' than 'stripperiffic'. 

The shoes I pulled out, in absolutely divine black leather and scarlet satin lining, had eight inch heels... the resemblance ended there. There was no 'stack', the lift so extreme, vertical really, that the heel itself was 90% of the sole of the shoe, curving outward for strength. The more common extreme heels were 'point toes', ballet shoes with 7 to 7 ½ inch heels. They didn't really look much like shoes to me, though there were certain advantages to them, I supposed. These shoes looked like the first part of a 'horseplay' costume... incidentally matching the slightly bedraggled ponytail plug Marie had in her ass earlier today. I held the shoes up for her inspection. They weighed less than half what the other shoes did, all that plastic added up quickly. She stared at them, breath catching, eyes wide. I glanced at the bench I'd pulled over a moment ago, she sat, quickly, without argument. I was still the ogre, I sighed to myself. 

"Do you know what this shoe represents, pet?" I asked. She shook her head, then guessed. 

"Another lesson, Owner?" 

"No, or rather, not quite. There is a lesson in there, certainly. More importantly, they represent progress, they represent trust. They represent a chance for a Pet to move beyond..." I waved vaguely, not caring to find the right words, not against the headache.

"A pet rarely gets a choice. The only thing a pet can really decide for herself is how fast she progresses." I held up the shoes, then looked at the soiled cheap plastic just in her reach. She chewed her lip, then... quickly, before she could change her mind... reached for the proffered heels. She slipped them on her feet, strapping them around her ankles. Seated they weren't too bad, pushing her knees up into 'pinup pose' posture almost by accident. She stood, tottering, muscles of her calves straining visibly against the new posture. She'd have a tendency to lean forward, or cock her knees; it would take time to learn grace in those shoes. She managed to make it back to her place in front of me, barely set before Tati came rushing back out with an armload of stuff, her stuff. She noticed the change almost instantly, looking with a curious mix of envy and relief at Marie's new heels. 

"Where does Master want..." she half asked. I patted my lap, letting her set it down to take her place. I held up the wide chastity belt, still smelling of Marie's stale sex, soaked into the leather, Marie took it from me and put it on Tati with a the eagerness of revenge... she'd worn the poorly fitted thing overnight, was probably still sore from chafing, and now it was the Russian's chance to suffer for a bit. Not that Marie was exactly comfortable, but her custom fitted belt was meant for full time wear, and despite the thrusting dildos when she moved or sat, it was miles more comfortable. 

Of course, I was reasonably certain that Tati had worn her own belt at least once before... it was just a feeling, though. She did glance enviously at the smaller, lighter belt, but envy was a sin she seemed well practiced at... right behind lust. 

I waved her to the bench and put the heels she provided on her deftly. They were of higher quality than the pair by the door, but still essentially cheap, uncomfortable crap that worked because of what it represented, rather than what it was. I noticed my pet's legs had started shaking. She had a long way to go but I was sure she could hold a while longer. I had Marie cuff Tati with the cheap cuffs, and applied the ones I'd bought for her myself. Marie squirmed, not just the shoes than.

"Owner... you... left the eggs inside your pet." She managed. I blinked. I'd forgotten indeed. And now there was a small, tiny really, dildo up inside with them. 

"Are you being hurt?" I asked. She frowned, thinking. 

"The Pet doesn't think so, Owner." She admitted slowly. "There is some discomfort, and she is very full..." she pointed out. 

"Then why is the Pet wasting her Owner's time?" I asked sharper than I'd intended, covering my mistake. She opened her mouth and shut it again just as quickly, but didn't drop to her knees, thankfully. That one bit of improv on her part tended to slow things down now that it had become standard. I looked at the bound and strapped, and heeled, girls and nodded. I had more in the bag, but it was late and I really didn't want to start a whole new training cycle just yet. 

I prepared two bowls, one in the proper pet bowl I'd bought for Marie, the second in a regular dinner bowl. I put a measure of water out for each, leaving only the decision of where to set the bowls. I had an idea for the future, so I put Marie's next to a counter where I could watch her ass bobbing as she ate from the living room, though that meant my back was to her at the moment. I put the slut's bowl on the counter, forcing her to endure the same awkward meal Marie had the first time she'd had to eat like an animal. She had one advantage, she lacked the reserved pride and grunted and groaned through her dinner as sloppily as she liked. I knew she was probably working the prongs in her belt for her own pleasure, but I couldn't bring myself to care.  

Karen announced that she'd gone ahead and 'replugged', in case I missed her ginger perch. I gave her a kiss as a reward. Secretly I shuddered at the thought of three 'pets', and had to ask myself if it was just Karen's nature or if I was subconsciously trying to bring her over. If it was her nature, then we could keep this up indefinitely.

I shook my head to clear it, turning to watch Marie eat, so quickly had she not only grown used to it, but actually proficient at it, though I knew she got tired holding her face up out of the food by main strength alone. The bronzed globe of her ass bisected by the black leather strap was enticing, though I wanted to just see her sex uncovered... ah well. 

It was still a few hours until any reasonable person could call it 'bed time'. A few hours until I put my pet to bed for the night, a few hours until I had to do anything with... or rather too, Tati. There were a few tasks I could do around the house that weren't too involving. 

Suzy took care of the dishes, Karen headed upstairs to fetch her homework, planning to work in the living room, leaving two pairs of eyes watching me like a hawk. I headed into the garage and back out again. I set up the canopied 'pet tent' in a corner of the living room, not that this was a particularly difficult job, the hardest part was picking the location. Marie had seen me buy it, obviously, but hadn't thought anything of it. 

"This, my Pet, is where you can rest when I am not training you. You do not need permission to use this bed." I told her. It would be a moderately tight fit, particularly with shoes, but it was big enough for a Great Dane, I knew it wouldn't be a problem for her. She guessed correctly that I meant for her to try it out, but discovered that getting to her feet in the new shoes was much harder than before, thought the shoes themselves were easier to maneuver. She managed to avoid scuffing them, but she'd had practice with the heavier old shoes. She had to crawl in, working to turn around and lie on her side so could face out. I petted her face gently, reassuring her and returning to other business. 




Four for the Handyman Ch. 08



"Slut, if you wish to rest until I have use for you, you may use your room for the moment." I held up my hand as she moved awkwardly to the stairs. It wasn't the shoes, I knew, but the ache caused by sitting on her chastity belt. "This is an exception, however. Next time, I expect to keep you busy all day and night." Of course, that also depended upon school and 'work'... there was a very good chance she'd be home for only a few hours on any given day. I was too tired to think through, see when next she'd be my problem. My eminently fuckable, hot assed, problem. 

Susan watched TV, ignoring Marie, who had begun to doze lightly, a long and tiring day, I knew. Karen eyed the dog bed, squirming in her seat, but managing to focus on her books, leaving me. I had a notepad, I had rough ideas, plans to make... I suppose, in a way I was doing homework as well. 

Around 8:30 or so, Susan stood and stretched, her magnificent tits doing wonderful things on her chest. She took a sidelong glance at me, a sly smile on her face.

"Well, I WAS thinking I'd call it an early night... but then I thought... I haven't thanked you properly yet for giving me such a wonderful day." She was facing me now, but I saw her eyes shift towards her shoulder, where Marie lay behind her, looking up suddenly alert from the canopied dog bed. She took a few steps towards me, dropping to her knees between mine. I set aside my notepad, waiting, eyes hooded. Marie was nibbling her lower lip as she watched her friend. 

The naked goddess reached forward, stroking my thighs as she worked her hands up to the fly of my shorts. Once there she wasted no time undoing the button, pulling the zipper down with a confident hiss. My cock, exhausted by two days of heavy action, lay semi hard against my belly. 

"Poor baby... no one has been paying him any attention lately." The sexy redhead murmured, rolling him gently between her hands, leaning forward to kiss him. I lifted my hips so she could tug my shorts down part way while she did. 

Just yesterday this girl, this woman now, had never touched a penis, much less put one in her mouth. I was surprised at how quickly she had learned, my mind flashing back to the scene on the beach... how much practice had she gotten in that one period? 

Enough that I could feel the difference. My cock swelled in her mouth, growing harder as she gently suckled on it. She gagged lightly as I twitched slightly in her mouth. I brushed back her red curls, stroking her head as she bobbed gently on my Johnson. I watched as she reached back with one hand, the other cupping my balls, and toyed with her pussy. I felt sweat bead on my skin, burning like acid, quickly washed away. I couldn't stay still; my hips squirmed under her enthusiastic attentions. 

I understood, at least a little. Marie, her hands bound behind her, her loins girded with cruel straps, couldn't pleasure herself. As Susan's orgasm, brought on by the fingers, the watching eyes... even the hot cock in her mouth for all I knew... precipitated my own, and I felt my cum boil out of me, a weak jet after the day's many activities, and fill her mouth. She continued to suck, pulling every drop from me. 

Semi-exhausted, I lay back. She stood, mouth pursed, wet with the same saliva drying coolly on my shaft, and to my shock, walked over to where Marie lay, bending down to kiss her on the lips. Marie moaned a shocked protest as the larger girl held her head in place. Susan broke the kiss, a line of sticky white connecting their lips for a split second and, as my pet swallowed forcefully, leaned down to whisper in her ear. 

Curious. 

I glanced at the time, ditching the shorts fully. I didn't have to wake my Pet, just summon her with a flick of my hand. 

Getting out of the bed was as challenging as getting in had been, and she chose to crawl over to me, kissing my flaccid cock before looking up at me for direction. I stood and waved out the back door. Potty time. 

Once again I watched her struggle to stand. She followed me slowly, stiff and sore from fatigue, but gamely made her way out the open back door, the air almost cold now that the sun was down, and trotted easily from there to the poolside, where she bent over, as we'd practiced. 

The stairs proved far more challenging. People are used to balancing on three to four points of contact with the ground, ball and heel of two feet. The shoes provided two points, but they were so much closer together it was very much like walking on tippy-toes. With her hands bound, her balance was off, just enough. We took it slow and, rather than lead her to her bedroom, I took her to Tati's room on the other side. I should have brought the other pet bed up before hand, but it wouldn't be an issue for one night. 

The equally bound and strapped blonde was sleeping fitfully on her stomach, having learned, as Marie had, that the wider chastity belt was too wide for comfortable side sleep, and with her hands behind her back there was no other option. The cool air from her open window left goose bumps on her pale skin. I woke her roughly, yanking the comforter from underneath her and tossing it on the floor in a pile for Marie to use. I led the blonde down to do her toilet, but left the belt off as I led her upstairs. 

Susan had, incidentally, done me a favor. With no real pressure to fuck, I could concentrate on training. I started by binding Tati to her bedposts, standing with legs wide at the foot of her bed, facing the mattress. 

There was something I had done with a previous girlfriend years ago, when I first started getting interested in dominance play. During an early, marathon, fuck, I had asked her to withhold cumming as long as possible, then ordering her with a firm tone to 'cum'... shockingly, in that one session I was able to inculcate in her the ability... at least during sex, the ability to cum on command, bringing endless streams from her as long as my voice held out, and her body. After repeated sessions I could get her to cum even during heavy petting or foreplay, as long as she was in the mood, the combination of the tone of voice and the command was able to push her over the edge. I never was able to get her to cum on command when not engaged in sex play, alas... but she had enough triggers that I could trip even in public it hadn't been a total loss. Sadly, the relationship ended shortly after, and my Ex had never gone in for that game, though apparently the firm command did help her orgasms when she was close.

Now I had two women, far more sexual than any I'd ever been with, and both willing to surrender totally to me. You damn betcha I planned to train them to cum on command... and only on command. 

When I was ready to begin, Marie, curled up on her impromptu bed, was watching with great interest. Good, I planned to make great use of her tonight. 

"This is the Lesson: A pet needs to be able to cum when her Owner demands it. A pet never cums unless her Owner demands it, just as a pet only goes potty when it is time. The command to Cum is, naturally enough, 'Cum!' in a forceful tone. There is no command to 'Not Cum', to hold it. That is simply assumed. From here on out, any orgasm from my Pet will be punished unless it is ordered." I held up the riding crop from the bag I'd carried most of the afternoon. "This particular punishment, unlike some you will experience as my pet, will not be pleasurable." I lied, of course. Teaching them to enjoy spankings, even nasty riding crop ones, was high on the agenda as well. In fact, I suspected strongly that Tati wouldn't need any training in that department, which was but one reason I was starting with her. 

"As a bitch in heat, I know that a Slut care barely control her urges." I continued on, blowing right over the half voiced protest from the girls before it could take on a life of its own. "This is why you are being trained, however. While we cannot keep you from acting upon your lust, we can focus it, restrict it. We can control it. You WILL learn to control your orgasms, you WILL learn to cum on command. I refuse to leave a fuck slut walking the streets uncontrolled, a menace to any man or woman who takes her fancy." Okay, so I got a little theatrical. 

"Pet, you will now proceed to bring the Slut to orgasm with your tongue. If you fail, you will be punished." Marie, with a stunned look, simply did as she was told and crawled over to Tati's spread legs, burying her face in the taller girl's moist slit.  

And so it began. Marie protested once that it would be easier with her hands, the crop cutting her off halfway through the interruption. Tati held back and held back, like a good, obedient Slut until I gave her permission with my best Master's voice. Then we began again. When Tati slipped, which she did, she got the crop immediately, often jarring her out of her immediate orgasm, but more than once just prolonging it. Eventually Marie's tongue grew too sore to be any good, so I had her stand and borrowed a strap on from Tati's bag. She had one designed to drive her lover's mad, and it worked like a charm on her. Again and again I used the crop, my cock hard, throbbing from watching these two lovelies work. 

Marie was fairly into it herself, despite the physical demands I put upon her, and she shivered each time I ordered Tati to cum. I knew the thrusting motions had to be doing interesting things to the chastity belt and the eggs still inside her, and soon enough I had to alternate between ordering her orgasms and punishing them as well. 

Like a bastard, I drove them for three hours, long past the time when Tati's legs no longer held her up, past the time when Marie's exhausted legs trembled, when she leaned against the normally cool blonde as she fucked her. 

Nor did I restrict it to the fairly normal action we'd had so far. I switched up as Marie grew too tired one way, or the other and ordered her to work Tati's ass instead, no less gratifying for the Slut. 

At the end of the night, roughly midnight, though I was sure the girls thought it was later, I finally called an end to the training, if not the lesson. I untied Tati completely, letting her collapse onto the bed, shoes clattering noisily. 

Marie collapsed to her own knees, large rubber phallus flopping between her legs. I rewarded her performance by letting her suck my cock, though she was too tired to do a good job of it, I came easily anyway. 

Cock still hard I turned out the lights and crawled up behind the dancer and settled in, filling her ass to keep it warm, she mewled slightly at the penetration, but dropped into an exhausted sleep in no time. 

Six hours later I woke them both and took them to their morning toilet before unbinding them... though Marie still had her belt on... so they could prepare for school. Tati had a long, long night ahead of her, and she moved like a woman who'd just been fucked all day long. Oddly enough...

I had plenty to do after I dropped Marie off at work. She wore long, tight jeans and a t-shirt that hid the unusual belt that replaced her non-existent panties. If you really looked you might have seen something odd. As the morning was still young, traffic light, before she got out of the car she bent over and nuzzled against my shorts, then up to kiss me lightly. 

I made some calls on the way home; to my 'firm' to make some speculative inquiries, to a few suppliers in town I'd been talking to before I'd moved in about some projects, places like that. 

I had a busy morning. I wanted to extend the wooden fence around the back yard farther down the side of the house, where it ended in chain link. The girls couldn't really use that area at the moment, so I spent some time walking out the steps to see how far it should go, and how much it would cost. 

I was in the middle of my next project, replacing the motor on the water pumps for the pool with a newer, more powerful one and turning the original equipment into a secondary motor, when the neighbor peeked his head over the fence... eight feet of it mind you, then strode through a gate I'd barely registered.

"Hey!" I protested, standing, ready to defend myself. He was a big guy, older, run to fat around the middle, but still somewhat dangerous looking.

"Hey yourself, neighbor. Just a friendly chat, that's all. Me'n the missus have been seeing some.... Ah... interesting things going on over here." He stuck his hands in his pocket. 

"Its our yard..." I started to protest.

"Oh! No, its not like that. Sort of fun, you know... put the spark back into our relationship a bit. Me? I was actually wonderin' how you got them to do it? The nude thing, the outdoors sex bit. Since our daughter's away at school this year, we've got more privacy, and watching gets the missus fired up sometimes." He smiled easily, content.

"There's your answer, guy." I told him, still wary. He looked at me in confusion, for a second, so I explained. "She already likes it, so there's no work, right? Just do what you've seen us do. Naked chef night, play around outside until the clothes come off... once you get her started, maybe she'll start adding her own reasons to take her clothes off." I hadn't seen the woman that I recalled, maybe their daughter from a distance. All bets were off if she was ashamed of her body. 

"It's Phil." He stuck out his hand. "Thanks, man. I'll give it a shot." He winked at me. "If I were a few years younger, I'd be trying to push you out of here and go a few rounds with them fillies myself." I laughed cautiously.

"If you were a few years younger, I'd be adding your wife to my stable." I shot back blindly. Hey, if he wanted her naked, then how bad could she be, right? He laughed at my joke and wandered back through the fence. I wondered if I'd be hearing moans while I worked? Not that fast, I bet, not that fast. 

I had to wait on the wood, on the fenceline, but that was fine. As the day grew hotter I moved towards my indoor projects, moving select items from my new stash to various places, putting hooks and eyebolts into certain walls and ceilings for later 'play', and most obviously, hooking up the 'enema bag' into the bathroom, complete with a self operating pump and filter system so the girls could just 'grab and go'. I put up a set of guidelines on it's use, including a 'three times a day' schedule example for the girls that could expect/want anal play on a regular basis. 

I was making my list of more ordinary projects for the girls to prioritize for me, when the door slammed open with a bang. 

It was Karen. The tiny Eurasian stood in the front door looking like a fantasy. She was dressed, if you could call it that, in a short pleated skirt and a button down white shirt with babydolll sleeves. Neither was quite large enough and I could see her nipples clearly through the thin material of the shirt. Her long black hair was pulled up into pigtails and her feet were ensconced in a pair of very high-heeled chunky mary janes, complete with white silk lacy ankle socks. She was even sucking on a lollypop. In short, she looked like she'd stepped off the set to a porno. I didn't have to check my watch to know she was home early.

She pulled the lollypop from her mouth with a smile, ditching the silly little backpack as she half leapt across the room to where I sat.

"Daddy, I'm home!" she cried, leaping onto my lap, legs straddling my own, giving me a quick, cherry flavored, kiss. She pouted slightly, "But... I seem to have lost my panties." She pulled up the front of her skirt so we could both look at her bare, damp, pussy. I gaped, not at her pussy, but trying to wrap my head around the game. 

"Do you have something in your pockets, Daddy?" she giggled, reaching down to fondle me through my heavy work pants. She didn't have any trouble finding me down there. 

"You'll find out, little girl." I growled. "But first: what happened to your panties?" I lifted the hem meaningfully. She glanced back at her exposed ass, then to me with her best 'Innocent Girl' look.

"I don't know. I swear I put them on this morning, but when I got to school I checked and...." She shrugged 'helplessly'. "Oh, those hard plastic seats were so cold on my naked little cunt, Daddy. Plus, I think I sat on something hard, by butts been bothering me all day. I hope Daddy isn't mad." She sucked the lollypop a little. 

I pushed her to the side so she was half bent over my legs, arms on the couch, flipping her skirt over so I could look. 

"What's this in my little girls ass?" I asked, rudely tugging the plug. "Has this been in there all day?" She gasped a little at the rough attention, her tight shirt ridding up her bare back a little. I pushed it some with my hand as I toyed with the black rubber, waiting for an answer.

"I... oh Daddy... I don't know! It was there this morning." She wailed slightly. I pulled it free with a pop, watching her sphincter spasm shut on the sudden void, her tight slit visibly weeping in reaction. 

"And this!" I shouted, pushing the shirt up over where her bra would sit, if she ever wore one. "No underwear at all? What kind of little girl is Daddy raising?" I demanded. 

"I'm sorry, Daddy!" she wailed. "I'm a slut. I should be punished." She cried out. Her hips bucked slightly under my touch and I knew exactly what she wanted. Too bad, I thought, grabbing her arm and pulling her upright, her hot loins sinking onto by prisoned shaft. 

"I can't believe my little girl didn't wear a bra today!" I roared, tearing her shirt open, buttons flying, cloth ripping. She gasped, her exposed cunt grinding against my shorts, her nipples hard as little diamonds. I tweaked them hard, making her squirm. Her legs squeezed against mine, her hands holding tight to the waist of my shorts. I reached down and batted her hands away, slipping on finger inside her juicy pussy.

"You think I can't feel how hard your nipples are?" I asked, "Or how wet that slutty little cunt is?"

"No... ugh... Daddy... no." she moaned. With the back of my hand pressed against the tight fabric of my shorts, the crook of my finger made a perfect ridge for her to grind her clit against, and grind she did. With the way she was worked up there was no doubting she had spent the entire day working towards this very scene. I had to wonder how many of her classmates had gotten free shows, her teachers. The idea only seemed to spur me on. 

I held up the black rubber. "And do you think I don't realize this is just a substitute for a real cock inside you?" I asked. She stopped sucking it long enough to shake her head no, moaning in that faux-little girl voice again. 

"I think its high time Daddy's little girl learned what a real cock looked like, don't you?" I put some menace behind it. 

"N... I mean... yesssss daddy..." she gasped, seemingly on the verge of cumming. Odd, in the bathroom last week I hadn't had to work hard at all to drag orgasms out of her, and that was without having her all fired up beforehand. Her torn shirt clung to her sweaty skin like it was painted on, her hair looking frazzled despite the careful pigtails bobbing behind her. She worked my sodden fly like there was gold under there, my prick springing free, painfully faster than the zipper. In seconds she had replaced my finger, sliding her clit up and down the length of me, coating me.

"Its so big, Daddy. So soft, yet hard." She breathed. I had both hands on her thighs now, watching as she ran that little pink slit up my shaft, her tiny had polishing the head shiny with natural lubricants. 

She slipped all the way forward, reaching behind her to angle my spear, and when she pushed back, riding up, the tip was inside her. I watched as she slowly ground her way down my rod, her tiny body stretched by my shaft. Her eyes were screwed shut, and her hands toyed with her breasts, as she was slowly impaled on my rod. 




Four for the Handyman Ch. 08



It occurred to me then that I had never had her pussy. In the rush and passion of our first fuck, and all that had passed from it, I had forgotten that we'd bypassed it completely. Her little cunt seemed, if anything, tighter than her ass had been. 

I stroked her thighs as she worked her way down, taking her time. A part of me wanted to grab her hips, pull her down forcefully, take her by main force... to play out the game we'd shared verbally so far. So slowly she ground her hips down, inch by inch, like an endurance challenge. I felt an odd sensation, like someone had pricked the head of my prick with a dull safety pin and Karen stopped, a shudder passing through her.

"No more... daddy." She gasped. 

"Is it all in, little girl?" I asked, softer than before. She nodded, still biting her lip. "Are you sure?" I asked. She reached between her legs feeling the hard meat there, not entirely 'all in' after all. I felt her fingertips, hard compared to the tight grip of her body around the rest of my shaft. 

"I." she made a face, pushing down futily, "I'm full, daddy." She moaned. "Oh, God, I'm full." 

I'd never filled a girl before. I felt stupidly proud and I bounced my hips a bit, experimentally, making her call out. "Maybe Daddy's little girl should practice more so she can take all of Daddy's cock." I added jokingly. She slapped my face lightly, holding herself up slightly with the other hand against my ribs. 

I waited. Waited for her to get used to me. It didn't take long, she'd been primed and ready to go long before she got home, and she had to be used to men filling her up, as small as she was. 

She started by rolling her hips, circling them. She added a slow rise and fall, rising up on her knees an inch at most, each time pressing back as if she could overcome biology and take more of me, that last inch of naked shaft between her legs. The skirt fell back down, but had ridden up her waist enough that it hid little. 

I rotated my hips in counterpoint to hers, grinding against her in slow motion, letting her set the pace. She reached behind her, stroking my balls as we slow fucked. She seemed half out of it, holding back, even as we picked up the pace. 

Soon she was bouncing up and down in my lap, calling me Daddy still, begging me to fuck her harder. The sight of the sexy schoolgirl impaled on my shaft was too much and before I'd realized it I blasted inside her, my balls draining utterly without warning into her willing, sopping, cunt. She just kept going, and so too did I. 

Once upon a time, not that many years ago, this was normal for me. Stimulated by the scene, by the woman riding me, by the fact that neither one of us was really ready to stop, my body just kept going. There is a time, right after I came, maybe a minute or two, where the urge is utterly absent. There is the instinct to keep fucking, the body follows, it feels good, but absent is that burning need to 'finish'. 

"Did Daddy have a good cum?" Karen giggled in my lap. "Will Daddy let his little girl cum?" She asked, managing to bite one fingertip meaningfully, despite half lidded eyes and a sweat soaked body.

I got it then. Curse myself for a fool, but I got it. With the doors open and the rooms close together upstairs, she... and probably Suzy... knew exactly what I'd been doing last night with Tatiyana and Marie. She knew how I'd been doing it, had heard me wrest strings of orgasms from Tati on command as the training progressed. She'd been holding back, waiting for me, waiting to play along. 

"Cum for Daddy, Karen." I told her then, calling her by name for the first time since we'd started. I won't flatter myself by saying it was my words that sent her over the edge, but rather her own suppressed need given free reign after all this time. Her back arched, eyes rolling back before closing completely, mouth open as she silently worked her way through what had to be the most intense orgasm I'd ever been a participant in. 

By then I was fully in the mood to blow another load, to fuck her brains out, and I was quite tired of lying on my back while she rode me. As she started, just started mind you, to come down off her orgasmic high, I pushed her over onto the couch, swapping places with her, looming over her prone flesh. 

"Uh... wha?..." She managed, body still quaking, legs kicking a bit where she lay. 

"Daddy's going to take your little ass now, dear." I growled. She managed a nod, a little affirmative throat noise, nothing more. 

"That was so hot." Came a familiar voice behind me, almost ruining the moment for me. I glanced back, seeing the other three girls standing in the doorway, still dressed for school. Suzy had spoken, hand to her breast. I turned back to Karen, doing my best to tune them out before they spoiled the mood. 

I took her ankles, feet still sealed in those heavy Mary-Janes and lifted them, folding her in half, raising her hips off the couch, raising her puckered ass. Despite the ball draining she'd wrenched from me only a few minutes earlier, my cock was still rock hard, dripping in our mingled cum. I pushed the head against her rosebud, and in shocking contrast to her tiny slit that was winking wetly up at me, slid right in like she'd been made to holster my cock in her ass. I groaned at the sensation, the idea of how open she was. 

"Ooohhh.... Daddy...." She breathed. "Fuck your little girl's ass, she's been... bad..." she cooed up at me from between her ankles. Ignoring the other girls I took her, forcefully now. She wanted it, I wanted it. Her body sucked me in, gripped me tight, warm and willing, still spasming from the earlier sex. I felt feminine hands caressing my back, my ass, my balls as I sodomized the little Asian schoolgirl right on the couch, saw Tati lean between us to kiss Karen, tongue slipping out before their lips locked. 

My face screwed up tight with need. I'm no machine, as willing as my body was, it wasn't able, and I fucked her past the point of my own need, now consumed by the desire to cum once more but not quite able to make it. I watched her, however, waited until she shook with her suppressed needs again, repeating the command to cum, just as if I were training her. I was gratified when each time, no matter how shaky, managed to pull some reaction from her, leaving her a limp rag. 

At last I managed to empty my load into her body, gasping even at the weak spray, over stimulated body making it feel like barbed wire being yanked out of me, but pleasurable nonetheless. 

Hands pulled me back, not that they needed to; I only stood there because I was too tired to move on my own. Cock still hard and twitching before me, angry and red. Karen's legs, released from my grasp flopped back down, and it almost seemed that she had passed out, though her eyes watched me smokily. 

"Do you mind?" Suzy asked, not me... she was looking to Karen, who managed a weak nod. Suzy, who like the others had stripped while I'd fucked her roommate, took me into her mouth, keeping me hard. I tried to protest, raising my hands to push her away.

"Oh, no you don't. Enough games, we're all horny and you will take care of it, now." Marie told me. "Unanimous decision." She pointed out unnecessarily. I groaned, my lower stomach felt like it was on fire as it was, and Suzy's mouth threatened to rip my rod out by the roots. My treacherous body responded, and despite myself I needed to keep going, needed to keep fucking. I'd been out maneuvered. They demanded the impossible, and Marie got her sex despite the Training. And damn them, I'd deliver if it killed me! 

Tati pressed her lithe body to my back, her hands stroking my body as Susan sucked me, whispering in my ear.

"You should never have shown that you could keep going after... now there is no reason to wait." She licked it before withdrawing. Marie still had on her chastity belt, and undoubtedly needed to pee, but what could I do for her? I was trapped. 

"Key, shorts. Go pee." I managed. Susan looked up at me, smiling around my shaft, winking at me. Enough! I grabbed her head and lifted her, somewhat gently, and pushed her back on the hard wood coffee table that had, just two days ago, served as her 'Altar of Womanhood' or some-such, where she'd lost her virginity to me. I staggered towards her and she rolled, pushing her hips up at me, wriggling her ass at me delightfully. For a moment I thought she wanted me to sodomize her as I had Karen, but her fingers between her legs spreading her lips told me otherwise. 

I arched over her, head pressed against her hot lips, taking a hold of her breasts as they hung under her. Tati's hand on my shaft guaranteed I'd get in without the awkward fumbling of a 'no-hands' penetration. Smart girl... 

With Tati's help, my hardness, and Susan's wetness, I slid in smoothly in a single stroke, bringing an almost pained moan from the young woman, her eyes closed, mouth open invitingly. I put one hand around her neck, squeezing gently as I filled her. Her reaction was as intense as it was instant, I could feel the flood of her wetness against my thighs as her back arched to press against my chest. The action drove her deeper onto me, stealing an inch where I swore there was none, her inner walls fluttering as they sucked me in deeper. I could still feel the other woman's fingers gripping me, pushed down to my balls by the action. She was reaching between my legs with both hands, one for me, one for Susan, her face pressed against my buttocks. 

I couldn't really move like that, but Susan wasn't waiting. She leaned forward against my hand, then drove herself back against me, slamming her body into mine, fucking herself as hard as I'd just fucked her friend. She wailed when Tati slipped a finger into her under my shaft, stretching her already filled twat just a bit more. I could feel the blonde working her hand, one thumb on the fiery haired girl's clit while her finger drove into the girl's slit along my cock. The sensation was incredible, the idea erotic, the action just awkward enough that I knew I'd never cum like this. That seemed to be the plan, however. 

I lifted myself up a bit, bending down over Susan's pale back, biting gently where her neck met her shoulder, still lightly choking her, still tweaking the nipple. She thrashed under me, doing most of the hard work of fucking while I did my best to tease her body to distraction. I didn't stop with the one bite, I nibbled on her ear, returned to the original, sensitive bite, harder as she moaned in pleasure, then across her shoulders, down her back until I couldn't bend any farther down, then back up again, returning to that first, original bite, now almost blood red. 

She was huffing like a freight train on a one way trip, Tati released my balls long enough to claw my spine even as Susan tried to break my pelvis with her determined thrusts. I could taste salt on her skin as I nibbled her back, her wiry hair whipping around in a frenzy. 

I took time out of my busy schedule of biting to whisper filthy things in her ear, asking her if she loved my cock in her, if she loved Tati's finger with my cock, if she was my little whore... she ate it up, her body clamping down on my shaft as she moaned her answers. I released her breasts to wrap a handful of her long curly mane around my fist, pulling her back onto me, pulling her head up. Almost as a joke I whispered to her that she should cum for me. 

Tati was driven back by the force of her thrust, driving me onto my knees, as Susan sat back against me, her entire body flushing crimson as she slammed back as if trying to swallow the entirety of me with her cunt. She came for what seemed a minute straight, as if she'd been holding back just for that. Given that Karen had done just that...

I was exhausted, certainly, almost painfully bruised by the muscular sex I'd just had, but I hadn't cum again. Susan pushed herself off me as I let go of her hair and neck, pushing me back a bit. Karen, still half dressed in her ruined schoolgirl outfit stared at me from the couch with obvious intent, and there were still two girls I hadn't touched... I was in trouble. 

As I lay on my back, Susan, still shaking from the recent orgasm, moved over to me, squatting over my face, blocking my view of the four naked, horny women. Her juices poured over my face, the smell of her overwhelmed me, her lust fired up my body, while the heat pouring out of her threatened to burn me. Her hands braced her against my chest, between her body and the pressure of her hands I would be the one to struggle to breath now. 

Someone else lowered themselves over my hips. I felt a hot slit against the shaft of me, lying twitching against my belly, cool air on wet skin replaced by hot skin. Susan leaned forward, as did the mystery woman, I thought they might be kissing but couldn't see. 

I did my part, licking the slit in front of me, wondering who it was that was about fuck me. Susan released my chest and I felt then four pairs of anonymous hands on my junk, raising my flagpole and helping him into a willing, tight, body. 

Marie or Tatiyana, one of the two, I just couldn't say which. I'd fucked Tati, certainly, but even as hypersensitive as I was, I was too overwhelmed to say if it was the same. 

I felt a tongue on my balls, warm flesh between my spread legs, hands with nails drawing electric shivers from me as two women rode me. I was helpless against the onslaught. I wondered if they knew I'd never be able to cum like this? Enjoy it, certainly, but never finish; whomever was fucking me was doing her best to prove me wrong, tight hot cunt gripping my abused cock like a velvet fist, muscles clenching in sequence with expert control, hips moving in circles. I thought I felt the hard touch of steel against my shaft where her clit was... Tatiyana then. 

Susan wasn't waiting for more orders as she pressed to my mouth, my tongue pushing her over the edge several times even as my nose was half buried in her ass. All I could smell was sex and woman; all I could see was her naked curves above me. 

I felt then the harsh rasp of the mary-janes against my legs as Karen straddled my knees. I knew then where all four women were, though I wasn't sure what was going on. I heard, I thought, Tati grunt, the licking and fondling that Marie was doing pausing. 

Then I felt it, a pressure against my shaft, The Russian dancer taking another cock in her ass, Karen was wearing a strap-on! 

My mouth was getting tired but the girls were relentless. I could feel Karen fucking Tati's ass through the taller woman's cunt. I got a brief flash of the action when Susan and Marie exchanged places. Karen was squatting over my legs, pushing Tati forward, hand gripping her neck much as I had gripped Susan's not long ago. Karen was whispering in Tati's ear, what I couldn't say, but the taller girl was almost out her mind as she rode me and Karen. 

Just as Susan bit the inside of my thigh I lost sight of the girls as the sun browned skin of my Pet... suddenly more in control than I was, lowered over me. Her slit was wet, clit visible from under her hood, lips fluttering ever so slightly. I've commented before about how tidy and pretty her little slit was, it was still true. What I hadn't commented on, because I had no way to know, was how tight she was, my tongue struggling to penetrate her body, to lap up her sweet nectar. She was facing forward, rather than backwards, bending down over my face, arching her body so I alternately licked her sweet pussy or her tangy ass, laving away the soreness of wearing the chastity belt all day. 

Marie clamped her muscular thighs against the side of my head, grinding against my face, isolating me from everything but the feeling of the other three women at my hips. I was drowning in her, it was as if the woman on my cock was her, the woman licking my balls was her, the woman fucking her ass was her as well. I gripped her legs with my hands, stroking them, clawing them softly. I struggled to breath as I looked up at her. Any plans I'd had for her for today were gone, there was only her cleft pressed to my face, her body filling my vision, my senses. 

I felt, rather than heard, Tati cum. Unlike the other two girls she didn't come with earth shattering force but in a long series of jerks and spasms, drawn out over who knows how long. I felt Karen withdraw, standing up. I thought there would be another shift, bided my time, I was rested now, except for my mouth, and hard as could be. 

Tati didn't move, resting against Marie's back, panting, I could feel her breathing through our joined flesh. Then Karen was back, I felt her hands between my legs, between my body and Tatiyana's, felt her fingers against my cock inside the slippery flesh. 

Then something else, something slick and soft and squishy pressed against my shaft, I could feel her now, feel the hard leather of the strap-on harness, feel her hips where they brushed my legs as she squatted down. She dropped to her knees, forcing the new dork into the dancer's box, right alongside my own cock, almost pushing me out. 

Marie leaned forward then, denying me access to her rosebud. I felt another chin, another tongue as Tati tiredly licked the flesh above mine. Karen was doing the fucking now, and I was just another cock for them to use. I could feel it directly now, felt her awkward, not-quite-masculine efforts. Tati didn't seem to care; I could feel her moans through Marie's body between us. 

Reluctantly, Marie lifted off of my face, her hips utterly soaked with spit and cum, front to back, her eyes hot under half lids. Tati rolled off my, lying beside me, Karen squatting back on her heels, hot pink shaft rising obscenely from her hips, body soaked in sweat. Susan helped me stand; I'd missed when she'd stopped her ministrations. I didn't try to talk, knowing my words would be horribly mangled. 

Marie walked away from me, to the kitchen counter where everything had begun, draping her body over it's lip, hands spread wide, lifting her shoulders up so she could look at me, showing me only her upturned ass. 

"You didn't think you were done, did you?" she asked huskily. The sun streaming through the sliding glass door beyond her was orange, low in the sky. Hours.... I'd been hard for hours, yet I needed to cum so badly I wondered if I'd ever survive the event. She'd crossed her ankles, I never thought that a closed leg pose could ever look so inviting, but the way it framed her petite sex, her rosebud ass winking at me above it... I growled lowly as I made my way out of the exhausted sea of women, cock throbbing, abused, red and wet from the long hard fucking... and ready for more. 

I reached her after an eternity of walking, my hand landing gently on her upturned ass, stroking it ever so slightly. 

"You want me?" she whispered hoarsely, "Take me then, make me yours." It was a challenge, a promise. I'd run the gauntlet and only one last obstacle remained. No collar, no mastery, I had to prove myself to her as a man to a woman, no more no less. 

I reached down, not between her legs as they were closed fast, but to her sex, running one finger along her slickness, over that hard nubbin at the bottom, waiting for me. She sighed silently, her body as open as it could be. I placed my other hand in the small of her back, steadying her, steadying me... us. 

I slid into her slowly, her body stretching for my girth. I watched as that pretty pussy split wide around me, watched her hair toss, her breath come in short gasps as I filled her for the very first time. Her hips shook under my hand, not sure if they wanted to push back onto me, speed my entry, or run away, hit the counter that trapped her trying to get away. I shushed her, made calming noises, whispered nothings to her as I might to calm a nervous horse, my sweet filly being mounted for the first time. 




Four for the Handyman Ch. 08



There was a sense of finality when I finally finished, balls tapping lightly against her body, cock as deep as I could reasonably go. We both relaxed, the tension of her back and thighs visibly lessening. I applied a slight rearward pressure with my hand on her back, rubbing a small circle there as she sighed against me. 

The burning need to finish had retreated. I felt alive, confident, ready to... not to fuck exactly though certainly a close cousin. I let my thumb brush her rosebud, gentle pressure on the outside, circles to match the rest of my hand. I reached around her, pinched her nipples, one after the other, tugging them gently. She said nothing now, had said her piece, and I had nothing to add that required words. 

I intended to take my time. 

When she was relaxed, when her hips began their slow dance against mine, I knew she was ready. I started slow. Agonizingly controlled withdrawal, until only the crown remained inside her. Steady, almost machinelike piston strokes into her, lifting her onto her toe-tips, pressing her against the cool tile, grinding into her as if seeking to plumb the very depths of her. 

It took an act of monumental self control to restrain myself, to keep to the slow steady pace. I wanted nothing so much as to take her then, without reserve or reservation, to fuck her with the pent up need of a beast. Her lust called to mine, reflected it, magnified it. As I built up the pace, taking my time, drinking the sensations of her in, I took her raised neck in hand, cupping it, tightening and loosening in time with my strokes. I buried my need under ritual, under the demands of playing her body like an instrument.

And she responded. 

Could I describe the sound she made against my hand as purring? Certainly I could, just as I could say she braced against it, pushing her hips back into mine with increasing vigor, fucking herself even as I fucked her. I let her, helped her, find the rhythm for both of us, her thrusts meeting mine, bodies slamming together as if we were trying to merge our flesh into one. I could feel her internal contractions, the tight slipperiness of her body on mine, feel the mingled juices and sweat pouring down my legs from her, dripping off my balls onto the floor. I braced my feet outside of hers, pinning her in place just that tiny bit more. 

We built slowly, hard strong thrusts, to a jackhammer pace, her hips bruising against the counter, bouncing off the hard corner to slam back into me, trying to drive me back. She struggled against me, pitting her body against mine, her hips against mine, her mass against mine. She clutched at my hand, tearing at it feebly, as if to see if I'd let go, if she could make me. Her feet pressed against mine, trying to spread her legs, to uncross her ankles, to undo the awkward pose she'd taken to present herself. Every failure seemed to inflame her more, to cause her to fuck back against me harder. I knew she was on the brink of cumming, no matter if I said or not...

And I stopped, pressing against her to still her hips, pushing my hand against her back to keep her from grinding against me as she mewled with thwarted need. As if I felt any better. I pulled free of her sucking flesh, copious juices splattering against our tight bodies, falling to the floor messily when I did. I let go of her neck, let her drop to her elbows, head down, dark hair covering her face, damp with sweat. I angled my rampant spear towards her tight rosebud and pushed, her body opening for an instant, letting me in, then slamming tight as it rebelled against the intruder. She took deep gasping breaths as she relaxed, letting me in at an excruciating pace, half an inch at a time as she struggled to accept me. 

I let her set the pace even as I forced her to continue, both hands on her hips now, pulling her ever tighter against me. She bucked and she squirmed and she squealed even as she let me in, let me take her ass. Her body was mine, she had said, if I could take it. 

Sweat stung my eyes, pouring off my brow as I slowly sodomized this girl who had taunted and tested me so, this girl who had given me the best week of my life, this woman who gave nothing away, but offered it all if I could but conquer her. 

We were both breathing hard, exhausted and spent by the time my sack slapped wetly against her sodden pussy, my cock fully in that magnificent tight ass of hers. She lay flush against the tiled countertop, lungs heaving, sweat pooling in her spine just over her ass, our sweat, for mine poured freely onto hers as I hunched over her. I didn't dare relax, so aroused was I that I thought any lax vigilance would see me spill inside of her, ending the day... and there was still so much to do. 

While I waited for her to get used to me inside her rear, I bent over her prostrated form and nibbled gently on her ear, working my way down the curve of her neck. Where before it had be hard and fast and brutal, the way we wanted, needed it, now I wanted to take it slow, sensual, warming her to this new pleasure. She turned up, as if to meet my lips, to kiss me, then turned away so my lips fell against her cheek instead. She gave me a half smile, as if inviting me to earn that kiss. 

I reached down, working my hands under her hips, a cushion between her abused body and the hard counter, teasing her inner thighs, working a finger between her tight legs to rub gently against her nub as I slowly rotated my hips against hers. I spread my feet, inviting her to spread hers, letting her relax just a bit more, open up a bit more. 

As I took my first stroke inside her I shuddered, felt an involuntary spasm as I drained into her, filling her with my seed. I said nothing, could say nothing, though on some level I wanted to relax, to trust that I had done all I could, I didn't dare, didn't want to dare stop. Even as my cream lubed her up I kept fucking her, stroking into her tight ass. She gasped, moaned and groaned under me, aware on some level of what had happened, but too caught up in what I was doing to her to respond. I felt a deep emptiness in my gut, a reduction in the terrible, overwhelming hardness, but the sudden realization that I could relax now, could take my time with her overtook me. And with the sudden additional lube, the sudden relaxation, I was able to fuck her ass harder without worrying that I'd tear her open. 

I fucked her ass until I felt she would certainly cum from it, until that pressure seemed to grow in her body once more. I didn't freeze this time, but took a hold of her thigh and spun her over quickly, shocking her out of the mood as I flipped her onto her back, holding one leg high. I admired the way her proud breasts jiggled on her chest; the shocked gasp as she realized I was still fucking her, was still in her ass. She brought her other leg up, wrapping it about my hip, trying to draw me in with it as I fucked her still. She played with her breasts, her pussy, putting on a show for me, trying to spur me on, tossing her head back with pleasure when my hand joined hers. 

I started alternating then, drawing out both our pleasure then. First her ass, then her pussy, ass, cunt... again and again I switched holes, her body so totally open to me then that there was little difference, so totally drenched that even wetness felt the same. Each switch brought further moans of frustrated pleasure from her. 

Just watching her on the counter before me, her body totally consumed by her lust, totally into the sex we were both having, drove me to further lengths of endurance. I gave into my own desire then, slamming into her twat like I wanted to split her in half, fucking with greater speed, driving towards an orgasm, though I had to wonder if I had any more in me to give. She in turn fucked me back, thrusting her body back at me, crying out, eyes completely closed now. At the very last I growled only 'You are mine." Just as we both, finally, peaked. 

I would describe her orgasm in detail for you. I would if I could, but knowing she responded to my words in her ears only helped drive me over the edge; the orgasm I had been waiting and hoping to have with her overwhelming my own body, my own senses. I felt something not unlike a spike of pain, only of pleasure, through my skull, blinding me as I went rigid, my cock spasming, trying to unload the already empty capacity of my balls into her willing flesh. I thought I heard her scream, heard the distant sound of wet flesh slapping rhythmically against tile. Later I found a line bruised across my thighs where my body slammed into the counter. 

I staggered back, dropping onto my ass in shock and exhaustion, Marie, my pet, twitching slightly on the countertop where she lay bonelessly. I looked past her, out the windows... it was almost full dark outside; the neighbor's lights were on. I fancied I saw shadows moving away from their windows. The entire afternoon gone, and I felt like I'd gone nine rounds with a heavyweight champion. 

I looked over my shoulder, Karen and the other girls were sleeping, draped over one another on the living-room floor. I stood, helping Marie to her feet, helping her stay standing. She'd, they'd beaten me, but I felt like I'd won anyway. 

"It's Karen's night, but I don't think she'll mind..." I offered. Marie shook her head, letting go of my hand and headed out the back door to the pool.

"Oh no, rules are rules." She smiled back, pausing meaningfully. "Owner."