1 comments/ 46744 views/ 4 favorites Black Knight's Will Ch. 1 By: lady moneypenny Rachel Fortescue was 55 and Personal Assistant to Sir Gregory Wilkinson-Smyth, a top-flight Whitehall civil servant with great influence and responsibility. She enjoyed her job and the status it gave her, she’d been his PA for over 15 years and had never married nor had children. Well in her day having children without marriage was unthinkable and there is no way she would have disgraced her family. No, that definitely would not have done at all! Daddy had worked in the Foreign Office and Mummy had stayed at home to raise her and her younger brother. In fact, the only engagements her mother had undertaken were charity ones and lunches with her friends. In essence, Rachel was a well brought up middle class gel. Rachel looked in the mirror over the washbasin, it was 5 pm on a Wednesday evening, work was over for another day, Sir Gregory had spent the hour or so after his highly liquid lunch at The House of Commons snoozing quietly in the armchair in his large well appointed office in Whitehall. Rachel on the other hand had spent the entire time catching up on typing and fending off phone calls so that Sir Gregory could sleep. She was feeling rather frazzled and tired and just wanted to get home to her nice little flat in Chiswick and have an early night. Snapping the powder compact shut, she looked at herself with pride, She looked rather good for her age, Her well cut, expensive navy pinstripe suit, fitted perfectly and showed off her slim figure, hinting at the fullness of her breasts and flatness of her stomach, the skirt length, just below her calves, accentuating her slim ankles and hinted at shapely legs. A Hermes scarf was draped around her neck and a single string of real pearls could just be seen peeping out from behind it. Her dark, shiny bobbed hair suited her well and her understated, classy makeup made her look naturally attractive. “Well done, old girl, you’re looking good for your age.” She said in her distinctive clipped Home Counties voice. She smiled at herself in the mirror, picked up her handbag and left the ladies room to make her way to the tube station. She took the lift down to the ground floor, saying goodnight to several colleagues on her way out past the security guard, who as usual nodded in deference to her as she left. “Night Miss Fortescue” he called after her. After all, she was PA to one of the most important men in Whitehall and should be treated with respect. She waved her hand absently in acknowledgement as her expensive Bally court shoes tap tapped over the tiles as she made her way out of the imposing building and turned left to go to Westminster station. Making her way down the station steps in the rush hour, she arrived at the platform just as a train was about to depart; she dashed the last few feet just as the train doors were closing. A large black hand held back the door for her as her slim figure slipped inside the carriage. Looking up, she saw her helper properly for the first time. He was at least 6 feet, in contrast to her 5 ft 5. Broad shouldered, with clear, glistening chocolate coloured skin. As he looked down at her and smiled, she saw the 2 small gold earrings glinting in his left ear and a small diamond mounted on one of his front teeth. He looked like some kind of body builder she thought, as she looked up and smiled her thanks. She could see the width of his shoulders under the thin material of his shirt and found herself getting wet at the thought. “Don’t be stupid!” She said to herself “He can’t be more than 22, you’re old enough to be his mother, if not his Gran.” She looked hastily away, trying to gather her composure. All the time she was aware of his hard body next to hers, she felt the dampness spreading in her sensible Marks and Spencer’s knickers and her large nipples stiffen in her serviceable brassiere. Covering her confusion, Rachel scrabbled in her handbag, pretending to need a tissue, She could feel his body pressed close to hers; there was no room even to breathe in the crowded cattle trucks of a rush hour tube. Her shaking hands trembled even more under his scrutiny, he watched her openly, amusement glinting in his eyes. His hands brushed against hers as he steadied the bag for her to rummage. Rachel blushed as she again smiled my thanks, She could feel beads of perspiration glistening on her top lip; the squelchyness of her pussy was becoming unbearable. She shook as she dabbed the tissue across her top lip. She started as she felt his hand rest on her waist, stroking her gently with his fingers, small almost imperceptible movements which sent huge shocks through her already straining body. She hadn’t felt like this in a long, long time. They stood there, swaying gently with the motion of the carriage, neither speaking. Rachel had no option but to stay close to her black knight, but even if she could move away, her body was screaming for her to stay close. She pressed her thighs together in a vain attempt to quell the dampness and need that grew so rapidly within her. She jumped violently as she felt the doors open behind her. “This station is St James’ Park,” intoned the mechanical sounding announcement. She felt the black knight’s hand gather her towards him as people pushed past to alight and to get on the train. As usual there was a fair amount of pushing and shoving and each movement thrust them together. Rachel felt each touch a million fold. It was as if somebody had slipeed her a drug to make her feel more acutely. She was now pinned up against the door, her back towards it, with the cause of her consternation standing directly in front of her. She knew that when they got to the next station, she could just step back onto the platform, walk away and never see him again. Victoria station came and went. He watched her quizzically, his hand still on her waist. He held her captive with just his gaze. As the doors opened at Sloan Square station, he moved his hand to her arm and led her from the train onto the platform, she followed meekly a mere step or so behind him. She had to hurry to keep up with him, as his stride was so long and confident. Up the stairs, through the ticket barriers and out onto the street. No words had been spoken; it was as if she’d become attached to him via a steel rope. She HAD to follow him. They continued along the streets, the streetlights glistening in the puddles as they walked. It was only 5.30 a mere 30 minutes had passed since she had left her office, but now she was in a totally different world. A world she had not entered for a long, long time. Not since here fiancé had been killed in the Falklands conflict had she felt the desire burning in her loins as she did now. Her wetness permeated the material of her panties; she could feel droplets begin to gather on her lips, ready to begin the journey down her thighs. Her black knight paused by the entrance to a small market; in the distance she could see the stalls, under cover for the night. He turned towards her and took her hand, leading her into the market compound. She smiled nervously up at him…. But followed all the same. Rachel trod carefully through the debris of everyday market life. Discarded packaging and fruit and vegetables were strewn upon the floor. Once she nearly slipped and fell. He placed his arm around her waist to steady her. Leading her onwards towards the stall storage area. When they reached the storage space, they hesitated, allowing their eyes to become accustomed to the gloom. He turned and kissed her hungrily, his tongue probing the depths of her mouth, playing with her tongue and teeth, his lips crushing hers. She returned his kiss, tentatively at first, then her hunger growing, matching his. His arms wrapped around her waist, moved his hands massaging her bottom through her suit, pulling her towards him so she could feel his growing erection pressing upon the burning furnace of her womanhood. She twined her hands behind his head, responding to her stranger, like a bitch on heat. His hands slipped inside her jacket, mauling her breasts, his thumbs grazing her nipples, feeling them spring to attention at his merest touch. He fumbled as he pulled her blouse out from her skirt and thrust his huge black hands inside her brassiere, the contrast between her milky white skin and his dark hands shone starkly in the shadows thrown by the streetlights in the distance. Suddenly she felt a jerk and the sound of her blouse ripping…. In his hunger for her, he had no patience for buttons. She leant back to facilitate his attempt to remove her brassiere and his mouth fell swiftly to her still pert tits. She groaned as he chewed the large brown aureole, his hands busy unzipping her skirt, which fell to the floor, leaving her with just her jacket, her tattered blouse, panties and tights, Suddenly he lifted her bodily and deposited her on the edge of a stall, she could feel the hardness of the wooden edge under her bottom. His mouth, still chewed at her breast as she looked down in awe at the muscles rippling under the thin material of his shirt. The feelings emanating from her tits, flooding her guts with a sexual fire she’d not felt for a long, long time. Rachel groaned. He looked up and grinned at her, laughter in his eyes. He pushed her so she rested back on her arms, her body open before him. She followed the direction of his gaze… the wet patch between her thighs, as she licked her lips, wondering what he would do next. He held her gaze for what seemed, to her, an eternity but was probably only 10 seconds, before his fingers tore the thin material of her tights, ripping a huge hole in the crotch. As he did so the unmistakable scent of woman on heat assailed his nostrils, which flared in appreciation. Rachel gasped in surprise; his fingers pulled aside the material of her panties and slid along the grove of her sex. She groaned, her lips parted and she licked them nervously. Watching his fingers trace patterns up and down her snatch. He lifted his finger to his nose, sniffing deeply of her scent. He put his fingers to her nose to smell also, then to her mouth. She hesitated; he lifted one eyebrow sardonically, before forcing the finger into her mouth… Just for one millisecond did she hesitate before sucking avidly! His left hand, twisted her nipple drawing gasps of lust from Rachel, his right hand gravitated back to her lightly downed pussy, again pulling her knickers aside, he slipped two fingers deep into her sopping hole, the pad of his thumb upon her clit, she moaned, thrusting her hips she urged herself onto him. ‘Hmmm so you like that do you? You little slut!’ Her eyes snapped wide open at the first sound of his voice, deep, chocolaty like his skin, cultured, refined. He smirked at her amazement. ‘Oh I see. After a bit of rough are we? He jabbed his fingers deeper into her streaming puss. ‘Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssss, yessssssssssssssss’ Gasped Rachel as she shuddered to her climax upon his fingers; her hands grasped his shoulders as she held on to stop herself falling from the barrow. When she finally stopped shuddering he removed his hand from her pussy and held it to be shaken ‘How do you do, I’m James’ He said, a smile playing across his finely chiselled features. She took his hand and shook it ‘Rachel’ she said simply James sat beside her on the barrow as she tried to tidy herself up. She removed the tights and her jacket and what remained of her blouse, hanging the jacket and skirt from a convenient nail on the side of the market stall. All the time James looked on appreciatively at the older woman, taking in the slimness of her waist and the wetness of her velvety pussy. When she finished she sat quietly beside him. He reached down and pulled off his trousers, his huge black cock springing to attention once released from the confinement of his pants. Rachel gasped at the sight of his proud member, her hands naturally gravitating towards it, she licked the palm of her hand and rubbed it tenderly over the tip of his cock, cupping her hand as she did so. ‘Ah you little slut, you like my fucking big black cock don’t you?’ ‘You want to play with it, and suck it don’t you, you little slut!’ Rachel’s eyes widened with lust as he spoke. He could tell from the way she handled his cock that she was inexperienced, but it felt good all the same. He grabbed the back of her hair. ‘You’re gonna suck my big black cock till I spunk in your mouth, do you hear me?’ Her eye’s widened even more as she stared at him. ‘Do you hear me?’ He demanded. She nodded silently. ‘Answer me!’ ‘Y..yes’ said Rachel. ‘Yes Master.’ Said James sternly; he shook Rachel’s head to emphasize the point. ‘Y..yes Master’ stuttered Rachel. ‘Good girl.’ James smiled, contentedly. Using her hair to guide her, he moved her off the barrow and onto her knees between his legs. He watched amused as all shades of fear and embarrassment flashed across Rachel’s face. Finally, she licked her lips and took the tip into her wet mouth. James sighed ‘There you are you fucking little whore! Sucking cock like a pro now aren’t you? On your knees begging me to fuck you.’ Rachel’s eyes widened in lust, nobody had ever spoken to her like that before. She could feel her body responding. She could feel her nipples harden once more, the wetness of her cunt, dripping in anticipation, she groaned as she licked and suckled his throbbing member. James guided her hands to his balls and showed her how to fondle them to give him pleasure. ‘Fucking little cunt, whore; look at you! On your knees in the shit of a market sucking my dick. Look at all your fine clothes now you little slut!’ With that he slid the whole length of his meat into Rachel’s mouth, she gasped in surprise as it slid down her throat. James grabbed the back of Rachel’s head and fucked her mouth, once, twice, three times before delivering his creamy load right at the back of her throat. James shuddered and jerked for almost a minute before collapsing backwards onto the barrow. Rachel carefully picked herself up and sat beside him, watching him as he floated on his little cloud of satisfaction. He reached out and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue. His hands roaming freely over her body, feeling her nipples taut with desire and the chill of the evening. He could feel her nervousness as she touched him. ‘How long since you’ve been with a man honey?’ He asked gently ‘Over 15 years.’ She said, smiling ruefully at the memory of her fiancé ‘He died in the Falklands’ ‘Nobody since then?’ James looked surprised. ‘Nobody I’ve wanted to sleep with.’ James kissed her deeply, his hands roaming her body, touching her, lighting the fires of desire once more. He touched her pussy gently, stroking and teasing her till she was taut as a bowstring before dropping his face between her thighs and licking her from back to front in one sweeping motion, again and again, till she shouted incoherently with desire. Moving up her body, he kissed her belly, her waist, her nipples, licked along her collarbone, before nuzzling behind her ear, all the time touching, teasing, and tempting her. As he moved up along her body, he pushed her back so she lay on the barrow, her legs braced against the uprights, his hand found a large parsnip laying on the edge of the barrow, obviously left over from the days trade. James reared up and kneeled beside Rachel, the parsnip in his hand, he peeled back the petals of her pussy and slid the parsnip inside. Rachel started with shock at the cold, hard vegetable. James smiled his reassurance down and her, and moved so that he could watch the parsnip sliding in and out of her hot, wet cunt. The creamy vegetable continued to slip inside her and James watched in silence as his cock began to rise again from the ashes of his spent desire. He started as Rachel spoke. ‘Fuck me; fuck me like the fuckslut I am. Use me as you see fit!’ Breathed Rachel. ‘Come on fuck me! I’m a fucking little slut.’ Louder this time James looked at Rachel, lust in his eyes, the parsnip was pumping harder in and out of Rachel’s snatch as he dropped his mouth to suck at her clit. Rachel groaned ‘Oh yes, yes, what a slut I am, a little cunt, a bitch.’ Louder then ever this time, obviously enjoying the effect that the words had on them both. James threw the parsnip to one side and slid his cock into the sheath of Rachel’s hot wet pussy. Despite the fact she was so fucking wet, she was so, so tight, like a virgin James knew he couldn’t hold out for long not with the tightness and wetness of Rachel’s pussy. ‘Take it, take all you little cunt.’ Shouted James as he pumped his wad into her Rachel groaned and held him tightly to her as the spasms receded. A few minutes later, James levered himself from on top of Rachel, sweat glued their bodies together, kissing Rachel he said ‘I think we’d better get dressed before somebody finds us don’t’ you?’ In silence, they both dressed, Rachel discarding the blouse and tights, so badly torn earlier, luckily her suit covered her well enough. She brushed her hair and tidied herself as best she could in the circumstances. The smell of sex surrounded her like a cloud of perfume. ‘I think we’d better get you a taxi don’t you…?’ said James kindly. Rachel nodded in agreement and they strolled out of the market hand in hand. It took several minutes to find a black cab and James climbed in alongside her for the ride to her flat. They chatted amiably throughout the journey about this and that, discovering similar tastes in books and so on. When they got to Rachel’s flat, James waved aside the money she offered for the fare and asked for her phone number. Pocketing the number the black cab drove off as Rachel stood on the steps and wondered if she’d ever see her Black Knight again. James sat inside the cab, fingering the paper with her number, before keying the number into his mobile phone. At the same time the security guard who had been checking the monitors of the close circuit TV at the marketplace had just finished cleaning up after he had shot his wad… Black Knight's Will Ch. 2 I had just left the shower when I heard the intercom buzz; I had been readying myself for a Saturday morning trip to Harvey Nichols, not that I really required anything you understand, the trip was more a way to fill the void that the weekend caused in my life. I crossed the hallway, using a towel to dry my hair as I walked. “Hello” “Rachel?” “This is she.” “I have a delivery for you… from James” The voice at the other end was deep, velvety and well modulated; I looked at the video image before me. Two well-built black men were on the doorstep, a large box between them. I buzzed the door release. “Come up” Quickly I grabbed a towelling robe and managed to slip it on before the two men arrived, muscles bulging, at my door. The box was between them. It was obviously heavy. The taller, more muscular one looked me up and down, a smirk on his lips. “Where’s the bedroom?” “Through there.” I nodded along the corridor of my mansion block flat. He nodded at the other man who turned and walked out of the door. “He’s gone to get the rest of your present.” He replied to my questioning expression. “I’m Carl.” said the first guy as he lifted the large box and manhandled it along the corridor. “James sent this for you, it will take a while to set up, Gary has gone to get the rest of it” As he completed this sentence Gary appeared, wheeling in front of him a trolley with a number of boxes. He was slightly smaller than Carl, had very sharply defined features and was probably about 25 years old. He smiled at me, his gaze falling to the opening at the front of my gown. I quickly covered up and blushed. “You can leave us to it, it’s gonna take a while.” Said Carl as they both disappeared into my bedroom shutting the door firmly behind them. Dismissed, I went to the kitchen and filled the kettle, as I busied myself making tea I thought back to the evening just a few nights ago, when I found myself fucking like a bitch on heat in a market, surrounded by the days rubbish. I had met James on the Tube, not a word had passed between us as we’d sallied forth into our little adventure, but the adventure itself had shown us that, different as we were; we were kindred spirits. I had been more than disappointed when he had not called me the following day, or the day after. I had resigned myself to it having been a one off, disappointment and the memories of that night had kept me horny and wet each night as I masturbated myself into a frenzy before falling into a deep sleep, tormented by the dreams about James. This was a new phenomenon to me as I had been celibate for a number of years. It was as if James had awoken not just the woman in me, but the fuckslut who had never been to the surface of my persona before. I sat at the table, a fine bone china cup and saucer between my manicured fingers, the tea rapidly cooling, in the background, the sound of construction wafting intermittently from my bedroom. How long I sat there I have no idea, memories, thoughts, daydreams all washed in and out of my consciousness as I waited. I was roused from my reverie by Gary who appeared at the door of the kitchen, a fine sheen of sweat on his bare arms. “Carl says you can come in now.” I followed Gary into my bedroom, I gasped as I scanned the room and took in the changes that had taken place. I glanced up at the clock on the wall, just a few hours had elapsed since they arrived; yet looking around my once prim Laura Ashley bedroom, I realised that much had happened there. I stood silently, my eyes taking in the new computer table and chair, the fact that the furniture had been moved, and trying to understand what was going on. I was startled by the fact that Gary had moved behind me and grabbed my wrists. I struggled as he manhandled me, panic setting in. It was only as he and Carl tied me to the bed head that I realised that it was James’ voice that was telling me to calm down. I abruptly stopped struggling. Carl and Gary stood alongside the bed as my gaze focussed on the pc screen at the end of the bed. James’ face smiled back at me. “How do you like your present?” “Errrr” was all I could say as I realised that I was held captive on my own bed, my gown open and my womanhood visible for all to see, Gary and Carl, standing looking down at me. “Don’t worry my dear, this is Carl and Gary, my brothers. They will not harm you. In fact they will bring you a great deal of pleasure, say hello boys.” “Hello Rachel.” Both men grinned. “How can you know what’s going on?” I said, my eyes darting around the room and back to the screen in front of me. “They have installed cameras and microphones so that I can see and hear everything that you do in your bedroom. Do you find that exciting? The only thing I can’t do is smell you. Carl, does she smell on heat to you?” “Oh yes bruv, she’s damn hot this one.” I heard a whirr and suddenly a picture of my sex appeared on the screen, the wetness clearly visible for all to see. I gasped and blushed as I heard James chuckle. “Yes, all the cameras are controlled by me, as are the mikes. I want to have access to my fuckslut at any time of the day or night. Is that clear fuckslut?” I nodded my acquiescence. “Tie her legs up boys, lets all have a look at her.” Carl and Gary both grasped one of my legs and using leather cuffs and restraints secured me to the bed. I tried to shy back as I saw Gary pull out a knife; only James’ calm voice stayed my panic. “Don’t worry, they won’t do anything I don’t tell them to do. You’re gonna be a good little fuckslut for me aren’t you?” I nodded meekly James nodded and Gary leant over me, his eyes registered the fear in mine as the knife neared my body. I only relaxed when I realised that he was cutting the gown from me. A few seconds later, I was naked, bound to my bed with 3 men watching me. I could feel the wetness seep from my pussy, my nipples peaked showing their alertness for all to see and the fire in my groin could be read clearly from my expression. “MMMMMMM she looks good enough to eat boys, don’t you think? Let me see, Carl, would you like to eat her for me?” “Sure bruv.” He shucked off his top and kneeled at the end of the bed, his hands reached up and peeled open my sex, a finger snaked in and traced a pattern through the wetness. Carl lifted the finger to his mouth and licked greedily. I can hear James’ voice as I look down between my legs, “Look up Rachel.” I do so and find myself face to face with a large plasma screen, the image on the screen is of Carls finger slipping in and out of my cunt, then a millisecond later Carl’s tongue sliding up my inner thigh to my snatch. The wetness now cascading from me, my arousal plain for all to see. “Come on Gary, are you gonna stand there all day?” James’ voice cut through the pleasure. I was vaguely aware of Gary’s actions, his clothes falling to the floor as Carl continued to lick, tongue-fuck and nibble at my lips and clit. I was climbing steadily towards supreme arousal, barely aware of what was going on around me, my eyes focussed on the plasma screen which was sometimes showing my cunt, now and then James’ face, at times his cock, proud and erect in his hand. Gary came alongside me, his cock, hard, at least 9 inches long, thick and deeply veined. He grabbed my hair and turned my face towards him, my mouth opening automatically to accommodate his thrusting movements. “That’s it my little fuckslut, you have what you wanted now don’t you? I’m watching you sucking off Gary and being tongue fucked by Carl. You love me to watch you don’t you girl? You love people to see what a fucking whore you really are! All those fine clothes and the posh job in Whitehall are nothing. You’re a fucking little slut who just likes to rut with black men and can’t get enough of it.” As James finished his tirade, my body arched, an orgasm of tsunami proportions swept over me, his words pushing me further and further into the release that the fuckslut in me craved. James must have motioned the men away from me for I don’t recall him telling them to leave me alone. The stepped back and sat on the edges of the bed, watching me, my face clearly showing each aftershock as it rippled through my body. “Did you enjoy that Rachel?” James’ gentle voice came across the speakers. I nodded the affirmative. His eyes motioned to Carl and Gary to continue, both now naked they slid alongside me in the bed, touching me, kissing me, fingers and tongues exploring both my body and my wetness. I greedily sucked on cocks, balls, fingers and tongues as they came into reach. My body was still restrained and I had no control over what was happening to me. My eyes were trained on the screen showing what was happening. It was a very strange but highly erotic situation, seeing what was happening to me, feeling it, enjoying it, but watching as if it were somebody else. All the time a small picture in picture of James was shown in the top right hand corner. His fine manhood, the same cock that brought me to so many screaming orgasms a few nights before, hard, paying tribute to the erotic effect that his brothers using my body had on him. “Take her legs up above her head and fuck the little slut boys!” James voice had an immediate effect on Carl and Gary; they unfastened my legs from the foot of the bed, and bending them back over my head, fastened them securely to the bed head. My cunt and arsehole were open for all to see and I couldn’t move at all. An almost imperceptible nod from James brought Carl up between my legs, his erect cock in his hand, he settled on his knees and with one swift move slid his hard cock into my snatch almost immediately settling into a fast and hard rhythm. The sounds of my wetness and his balls slapping against my arse filled the room. I kept my eyes fixed on James’ on the screen; I spoke to him, my whoreish persona having completely taken over some time before. “You enjoy watching me fuck your brothers don’t you? You know that I’m yours and you can use me as you wish. You know you can stick what you like in my cunt, tell me to fuck who you want and I’ll do it.” “Yes fuckslut you are mine… for my pleasure… and for the pleasure of those I choose to give you to.” Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Carl had cum, his cock spasmed inside me, his cum shooting out deep into my pussy making it wetter and silkier than ever before. Carl relaxed back on his heels, he wearily climbed off the bed, Gary took his place. His finger dips into my snatch, lifting a finger full of cum he places to my lips and I lick greedily. Once more he dips his fingers in my cunt, two this time, he trails them back towards my exposed anus, again and again he does this, wetting the rosebud with the mixture of his brothers cum and my juices. The picture of my puckered gateway fills the screen. For several minutes this continues, each time his finger lingers longer and longer on the opening, finally, it dips slightly in, the virgin opening resisting the pressure. Again and again he penetrates me with his finger, going deeper and deeper each time, until finally he manages to get a whole finger in my arse. Slowly he eases the finger out and in again and again until I’m begging him to put it back in, to fuck me in my arse, to use me and abuse me. I appeal to James. “Please James, he’s driving me mad, I can’t take much more of this.” I see James signal something to Carl, who had been resting and watching from the chair beside the bed. He moves over and lands a slap on my arse, and anther and another. Gary is still fingering my anus, now with two fingers inside. “ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I am now incapable of speech. My senses are on overload, the feelings emanating from the penetration and the spanking are bringing me to heights that I’ve never experienced before. I groan again and again. “You want more slut?” James’ voice cuts through my stupor I nod meekly, once more James signals to Gary, who pulls his fingers from my arsehole and shoves them into my mouth. I suck greedily… then gasp. Gary has shoved his cock deep into my virgin arsehole and is fucking me hard, fast and strong. My orgasm shoots through me as I feel Gary cum in my arse… I collapse, incapable of any form of movement of speech. As I wake, I realise I’m no longer restrained, I feel a body holding me, caressing me. I open my eyes and see a beautiful black woman, about 5 ft 8, softly curved, her belly and arse beautifully feminine, her tits rounded and her nipples large and dark. She holds me tight as she speaks. “I’m Jemima, James’s sister.” Instinctively I look up and see James nod. “I’m here to help you with your training to be James’ fuckslut.” “Kiss her Rachel, let her play with you and use you as she wants. I want to watch you.” Jemima looks deep into my eyes to ascertain my agreement. Seeing it there she kisses me deeper, her hands roaming over my body, already sodden in her brother’s cum. I respond hungrily, the novelty of a woman touching me so intimately not really registering in my eagerness to please James. I allow myself to be licked, her tongue exploring my crevices, between my toes, under my arms, my belly button and finally, after long minutes of sweet torture my pussy, her fingers and tongue taking up the work so recently undertaken by her brothers. I threw back my head and opening my eyes see James watching me intently, his hand encircling his cock. Slowly, carefully stroking it, sharing with me the sensations engendered between Jemima and myself. I start as I feel the coldness of something inserted into my bottom; Jemima kissing me deeper stills my disquiet. She nimbly moves around to face my bottom, her cunt just inches from my mouth, instinctively I make contact with her pussy with my tongue and reaching my hands around her bottom, pull her cunt down towards my hungry mouth. Greedily I lick and nibble and suck as I feel the vibe in my bottom buzz into action and a second one slide up into my snatch. Together they dance a salsa, driving me mad with lust and desire, my fingers now reach inside Jemima, massaging her g spot, her furry bush thrusting itself down on my fingers and tongue. Her orgasm washing over her, squirting juice into my mouth, I greedily swallow, tasting her sweetness. Gently, she slides away from me, still keeping the vibes deep within me, by now I’m so sensitive that only a touch on my love button can trigger off yet another cum. She coaxes me onto my knees, doggy style, the vibes still driving me mad with desire, holding me just below the threshold of my orgasm. I start as I feel a clamp secured on my nipple, the pain quickly subsiding into pleasure, I feel Jemima tug gently on the chain that is attached to it. She murmurs gently into my ear. “Are you ready to cum little fuckslut?” I nod, once again totally incapable of any other form of communication. I feel the chain and clamp moving and only as I cum realise that she has placed another clamp over my clit, they are joined together by a chain, every little touch to that chain sets off another wave of orgasms each one more exquisite than the last. Again and again Jemima ran her fingers gently across the chain that joined the two clamps, each time another wave hits the shore of my orgasm, cranking up the intensity until finally I submit to the overwhelming sensation of release and slide blissfully into a full blown multiple orgasm, no further intervention was required. Unknown to me, Jemima slipped stealth fully from the bed, her job completed. “Rachel, Rachel?” James voice cuts through the dreamlike state I find myself in. I open my eyes and find myself staring up at his face, magnified to fit the screen above me. “Did you enjoy that honey?” I nod “Did you?” I somehow manage to whisper. “MMMMMMMMM you are a really hot little slut aren’t’ you?” “For you I am.” “Are you still feeling horny?” I look down at my sweat and cum stained body; I still see the 2 clamps attached to my body. Exhausted as I am I nod. “Well little slut, this is what you’re gonna do. I’ve videoed everything that has happened today. I want you to watch it and play with yourself. You mustn’t cum until I say you can ok?” I lay back as the film starts, the look of shock on my face when I’m first shackled to the bed, the way my face looks when I’m getting turned on… all of this James’ has captured, the ecstatic expression changes on my face at orgasm. The close ups of Jemima and her vibes and clamps. Once more we relive the entire day. I beg James to let me cum, but he refuses. Finally, as I watch myself cum on the screen, I hear James’ groan, the screen changes to a shot of James’ his jism shooting out towards the camera, his face contorted in bliss. I lay there, awaiting his command, none comes, I still my hand to prevent my orgasm once again. Finally James speaks. “Go to the bathroom.” I open my mouth to protest, but he stills my arguments. “Go to the bathroom and have a nice soak in the bath, its 9:30 now, we should be able to get something to eat still if we hurry. I’ll pick you up at 10:30. We’ll have the whole night then.” I smile as I realise his plans and start to prepare to leave the room. “Oh and Rachel?” I turn back towards the screen. “Gary put a camera in there while you were busy with Jemima…”