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Frank's Angels Fantasy #001

By: Franks_Angel



Fantasy # 001 -- Exposure and Exhibition

When I confessed one of my, at least to my mind, dirtiest and most secret fantasies with my Sir, I never dreamed it would ever become a reality.

That morning began not unlike any other. I woke to find my Sir touching me, creating incredibly exciting feelings in my core. His caress woke me in more ways than one and it seemed no time at all before I was gasping and whimpering in pleasure. The grin on his face was the one he gives me when he is in a very playful mood.

"Do you want me, my Angel?" his voice seemed to purr as he nuzzled my neck.

My reply was another whimper as his hand, already between my legs, encouraged them to open. I knew my answer, in so many ways, did not matter. When I gave myself to him of my own free will, I gave up the right to say "No." to his advances. But I loved the game and I loved the question. So I gave my answer.

"If it would please Sir, I would love to be taken by him in any way he sees fit." I replied between sweet moans and groans.

"Good girl." he moaned, even as he sank deeply into me. The words alone sent a rush through my body.

He used me well that morning, moving my body into the positions he most preferred. I reacted to him with all of the love and devotion I have for him. As was his wont, he kept me at the edge, but did not push me over it and into orgasm. We were both panting and sweaty when he was finished with me and he smiled as he lay over me, caressing my face.

"I have to get ready for work, my Angel." he told me. "I will be home at seven and you will be dressed in long skirt, long sleeved blouse, bra and shoes. We are going to the club after dinner."

Feeling immediate butterflies in my stomach, I simply nodded and replied. "Yes, Sir. I will be ready for you at seven."

He climbed off of me and I cherished the feeling of him leaving my body. Then he prepared for work, kissed me and was on his way.

My day went much as it always did. I did my morning chores, made sure the house was pristine and tried not to think about going to the club. Of course, I would go without protest or complaint, but Sir knew how very shy I am. Going to the club meant dealing with people, mostly friends of Sir's but many I didn't know at all. When I thought about it, my heart raced and I worked to calm myself. Sir would never do anything to shame me or to hurt me.

Throughout the day, Sir called me to see how I was doing. I did not ask about the club and he did not offer me any more information than I already knew.

In the mid-afternoon, showered and dressed as my Sir wanted me to dress. All of my skirts were long, so my only consideration was which color I should wear. Since we were going to the club, I opted to wear a long black broomstick skirt. The bra I wore was of black lace and over that, I wore a long sleeved, high necked, almost Victorianesque blouse. After I tucked it in, I lifted my skirt and pulled it down even more.

I was dressed. Only dinner needed to be prepared for Sir before we left for the club.

Dinner was ready for the table when I heard the key in the lock, announcing Sir's homecoming. I quickly reached up and pulled my hair out of the bun I wore it in while I worked throughout the day. My long, thick, wavy hair fell in a rope and a comb or two through it with my fingers as I headed for the door and it was loose and very pretty falling past my shoulders and halfway down my back. I reached the door as it opened and I stood quietly, head slightly down and my hands clasped behind my back, waiting for him to greet me so I could greet him.

"I'm home, my Angel." he greeted me with a smile and opened his arms to me.

Throwing myself into his arms, I kissed him deeply and passionately, as I always did. I missed him so when he was away from me, and I put all of that into the kiss I gave him when he returned home safe from work.

Part of my distracting myself throughout the day was to put extra pains into dinner preparations. I'd searched the refrigerator and the cabinets and decided that I would prepare pineapple chicken along with a starch and vegetable.

Sir smiled at me as he sat and I sat after him. He praised my cooking and we both enjoyed the meal. It was not until I was clearing the table that he mentioned my clothing.

"Perfect, my Angel." he praised me. "You look exactly as I wanted you to look." he grinned at me as I almost blushed at his praise.

I then covered myself in one of my aprons and very carefully washed the dinner dishes. I dried my hands, removed and put away my apron and looked down at myself, making sure my skirt and blouse were still clean and neat.

"Are you ready, my Angel?" he asked me, standing in the kitchen doorway, tossing his keys in the air and catching them again. He had the look of a little boy who was excited to get to the ball game before the first pitch.

My stomach flip-flopped, but I smiled, nodded and told him. "Yes, Sir. I am ready."

The drive to the club seemed long to me, only because I was dreading the unknown. I comforted myself with the knowledge that Sir would never do anything to hurt me. He took my mind off of things by asking me how my day went and again praising my cooking skills. Our conversation was light and I was feeling much more relaxed when he pulled into the parking lot of the B.D.S.M club.

Getting out of the car, I looked up at the building and could feel myself beginning to shake. Sir offered me his arm and I took it like a drowning woman would take hold of a life ring. He smiled at me and led me into the club.

Being with my Sir and holding onto him, I was nowhere near as anxious as I would have been had I been alone. For almost an hour we chatted with people. Masters and slaves, Dominants and submissives. As we did, we were greeted with three good friends of my Sir; Dave, Jack and Stephen. They greeted my Sir and then stayed near us as the socialization continued.

If there was a sign, I completely missed it. Sir led me to a closed door and opened it, motioning for me to go inside before him. While he followed and closed the door behind us, I noticed that the room had many of the standard B.D.S.M equipment inside of it. A St. Andrews Cross was in one corner, there were some chains along the wall and in the middle of the wall to our left was a large bed, complete with rings and chains.

Gulping I stared, my heart stopping and my imagination starting in earnest. Sir had never whipped me, never tied me up, never chained me. I couldn't help but wonder what he had in store and again, reminded myself that my Sir would never hurt me.

He took me by the shoulders and turned me to face him. Looking deeply into my eyes his voice washed over me, comforting me, as it always did.

"Sweetheart. My darling. Beloved. My Angel." he began. "You told me once that you harbored a secret fantasy of being exposed by me to others. Do you remember that?"

I gaped at him and nodded, forgetting to speak. Quickly I remembered and replied. "Y-yes, my Sir. I remember."

The smile my Sir gave me was as if Christmas had come early to him. "Today I am going to make that fantasy a reality."

My eyes must have been as large as dinner plates, because he caressed my shoulders and then my hair. "You are my Angel. Mine." he reminded me. "I have set up some ground rules. First of all, the only participants will be Dave, Jack and Stephen in the room here with us. You need only speak to me, if you'd prefer. They will be allowed to touch you, but you already know that no one but me can make you cum, don't you?"

My head nodded slowly. I was going to be exposed to three of Sir's friends. They would be touching me. Exciting me... I felt both frightened, scared and ... I had to admit to myself ... excited. "I ... I know, Sir." I bit my lip. "And you will be in the room the whole time?"

He must have seen my dark skin get darker in my blush. "I will, Angel." he looked at me closely. "Are you excited, my Angel?"

I wanted to deny it, but lying to my Sir had never been an option for me before and the truth was I could already feel myself getting wet. As I nodded, my Sir gathered my skirt on one hand, lifting it up and exposing my bare pussy to his view. I spread my legs slightly as he slipped a finger between my pussy lips. "Yes, Sir." I breathed as he softly grazed my clit, finding it moist already. "I am."

"Good girl." he chuckled, taking his finger back, slipping it into his mouth and tasting of the beginning of my excitement. He dropped my skirt and turned to the door. When he opened it, Dave, Jack and Stephen filed in.

As soon as I saw them, I dropped my head and could feel the blood rising to my face. But these were nice men and they seemed to like me well enough. They certainly liked and respected my Sir, or they wouldn't be here now. All of them smiles softly at me, as if to try and reassure me that no harm would come to me.

"Hello, Jack. Hello, Dave. Hello, Stephen." I tried to speak with confidence, but my voice came out just above a whisper.

They all greeted me in return, still looking at me with soft, kind expressions.

"On the bed, my Angel." my Sir commanded of me. "Lift your skirt, spread your legs and show these men your pretty pussy."

"Yes, Sir." I murmured, trying to keep my voice from shaking. I climbed onto the bed and turned to face them. Parting my legs, I stood on a mattress that was softer than it looked. My eyes remained on my Sir as I began to gather my skirt in both of my hands.

Over my knees, exposing my calves. Then inch by inch, exposing my thighs. I paused a moment before I lifted the hem and gathered material to my waist, exposing my bare pussy to the men gathered.

I realized that my Sir had been preparing me for this very night. Over the last month or two, he had made me expose my pussy to these very men. They had seen me naked before. Sir showed me off with all the pride of possession and I had grown used to it and proud to be shown off my my Sir.

But never before had they been invited to touch me. And that is what made my legs shake in nervousness.

"Steady, my Angel." my Sir's voice came from across the room and I focused on him as his friends approached me. "Lay down and make sure they have room to play."

I all but fell to my knees on the mattress in relief. Another minute and I was sure I would have fallen anyway. Taking a deep breath, I leaned back, my knees spread wide. Readjusting my body and my skirt, I placed myself on my back, my knees bent and spread, exposing myself to Jack, Dave and Stephen's eyes.

The pulse in my clit took me by surprise. I wanted this. More, I wanted to make my Sir proud of his girl.

"She is a beauty, Frank." Dave proclaimed. None of them had seen me this open, as if to inspection.

"That she is." my Sir agreed.

Jack placed his hand on my left calf. "Breathtaking." he murmured, his hand beginning to caress my thigh. First the outside and then the inside.

Stephen did the same with my right thigh. "I've told you before that I envy you this girl. You're very lucky indeed."

Dave stood between my legs and leaned over. He placed his hand on my pubic mound and caressed the bare skin with a slight smile.

"It's alright, little one." Stephen told me. "We won't hurt you." and his finger touched one of my pussy lips.

"She's shaking a little bit." Dave observed.

"Understandable." Jack pointed out. "But at least we aren't strangers to her."

I realized he had a very valid point. If they were strangers or if they hadn't already seen me naked before, I may have fainted dead away long before.

My clit was pulsing in anticipation of being touched. I felt a bit guilty that I wanted the hands of men that were not my Sir on me and I gulped hard, wondering if this made me a bad, betraying girl.

Yet I whimpered when I felt first one finger, then another, slide over my pussy lips. It was with a will that I kept my hips from arching up into the touch. Somehow it was more exciting, as I did not know which two hands had touched me first.

"She is so wet." I heard Stephen proclaim.

Another finger slid between my lips and directly onto my clit. I gasped and tried to suppress a moan. "She's hot, too." Dave noted.

"Is she always this wet for you, frank?" Jack asked, as I felt his finger, or someones, followed by another. Then another sliding over my clit. Masturbating me.

"Always." my Sir announced and I could hear the pride in his voice. "Angel, are you holding back?" he asked. "Or are you not enjoying this?"

Taking those words as permission to enjoy myself, I lifted my hips into the exploring fingers. "Yes, Sir. It feels good." and my moan suggested that it felt more than good.

"You have a hell of a girl here, Frank." someone told my Sir. I have no idea who because as one they inserted their fingers into me. Three fingers entered me at one time and I cried out, arching my hips for more.

One of the fingers left me and slid over my clit, causing my jaw to drop. I whimpered in pleasure, trying to resist the pleasure and so prolong it. The other two fingers pumped in and out of me while the third flicked my clit slowly.

I could barely see the mens faces above me. All I knew was three different sensations. Inside of me. Stroking my clit. Faster they began to move and my gasps came louder. I was far closer, far faster than I had wanted. 

"Sir." I panted. "Sir, please." I gulped, moaned and felt my thighs begin to shake. "If they keep going I am going to cum."

My Sir heard me. "Alright boys. Don't push her over the edge. Only I can make her cum."

The fingers left me and I arched my hips up, as if seeking them again. My Sir's face came into my view. He was sitting beside me. Smiling down at me, he addressed Dave, Jack and Stephen.

"Should I make her cum?" he wondered aloud.

All of them chuckled and made a show of considering this as my Sir's finger softly caressed the petals of my pussy, keeping me near the brink. He avoided my clit as they all considered if I should cum or not.

"Sure."

"Why not."

"I'd like to see her cum for you, Frank."

The fingers that slipped between my lips were, without a doubt, my Sir's. He wasted no time, going straight for my clit and concentrating on it.

My hips lifted higher than ever. "Sir!" I all but begged, panting and writhing under his touch.

"Cum for me, my Angel." he commanded, his fingers moving faster and faster on my clit.

His words and his fingers forced me to do his will. I felt the orgasm approach and knew there wasn't a damn thing I could do to stop it even if I wanted to. My hips shot up as I came, screaming "Sir!" so loudly, my throat hurt. I bucked under his touch, completely under his control.

I was his, and he knew it.

He slowed as I came down from the orgasm, but did not stop. I whimpered in pleasure, laying back and trying to still my hips. My head moved slowly back and forth and I panted from the powerful orgasm my Sir had blessed me with.

Sir smiled down at me. He always loved to watch me cum for him.

"I think we'll have to do this again, my Angel." he smirked. 

Gulping, I forced the words out. "If that is Sir's wish."

He smirked at me. "It is." he told me. "You may take a few minutes to rest. And then we will do it again."

My eyes flew open and I stared at him for a long time. I wondered how many times he planned to make me cum on this night. There was only one way for me to reply to him.

"What Sir wants, Sir gets."

Frank's Angels Fantasy #002



"Angel. Don't cook dinner tonight. We're going out."

My eyebrows arch up at this announcement. I don't mind going out to dinner, but I do love cooking for my Sir. Cooking is only one of the many labors of love I perform for him every day. At the same time, if he wants to eat out, that is his choice.

"Yes, Sir." I reply. "How does Sir want me dressed for dinner?" I wonder if this is formal or casual.

"That nice long black dress of yours." he tells me after a slight pause. "And your paisley shawl." he nods, no doubt picturing me in the black dress, which I rarely wear.

"Of course, Sir." I tell him.

I go about my day as I always do, save starting dinner when I usually do. After a shower, I put on a lightly floral scented lotion and my black lace bra, followed by my black dress.

When I hear the key in the lock, I go to stand beside the door, after putting the shawl around my shoulders. He greets me and kisses me deeply. It is then I notice that he has not come home alone.

Stephen is one of Sir's good friends. With him is his girl, Dana. I smile and nod in greeting to her. She looks a bit nervous. From what I have been told, she is new to Stephen and the Lifestyle both.

"Before we go." my Sir says, stepping into the house. He says nothing more, but walks into our bedroom. After a moment, he returns, and I see he has something black and round in his hand. He moves to his chair and taps the arm of it. "Come here, my Angel. Lift your leg on the arm of the chair, please."

That is all I need to hear to know the round black thing is the remote control vibrating egg Sir got me a month or so ago. I had only worn it around the house until now. Sir had warned me that someday I would wear it out in public and he wanted me to practice looking as normal as possible when I did, despite the pleasure the vibrations gave me. And so now the black dress made perfect sense. My wet spot would not show up quite so badly.

I replied without hesitation. "Yes, Sir." and I walked to the chair and lifted my leg onto its arm. He caressed my leg, pushing my long skirt past my knee and up my thigh. Moving the leg, he spread me open and I closed my eyes as he inserted the egg himself. Then he kissed my inner thigh and pulled my skirt back down.

"You may lower your leg, my Angel." he told me, and I did. I stayed by his side as he stood and looked over at Stephen and Dana. "Let's go."

Dana bit her lip and looked at me with something like mixed envy and pity. There was something about her look that told me no one had ever done this to her and she wasn't sure how she might react. It wasn't my worry. My Sir wanted this, and he would have it.

In the car, my Sir and Stephen sat up front and we girls sat in the back seat. After buckling up, I smoothed my skirt as Sir started the engine. I knew the remote would be near to his hand. He kept it on his key chain. And before we were out of the driveway, I started very slightly as he turned it on low for the first time.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dana look at me, sharply. I smiled reassuringly at her. Nothing was wrong. Just some incredibly delicious vibrations deep inside of my pussy.

She bit her lip. "Are you wearing panties?" she whispered, sounding concerned.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "No. I'm not." I replied, simply.

My Sir and Stephen talked throughout the drive, but Dana seemed very shy and a little bit worried. In a low whisper I asked her if she had a vibe in as well and she shook her head. "I couldn't. I .. I'd just die!"

Grinning I smiled at her. "What Sir wants, Sir gets." I shared my overall life philosophy. But I sighed in relief when Sir turned the vibe off.

She sighed deeply, apparently realizing this for herself. The rest of the trip was spent in silence with Dana looking out of the window and chewing on her lip, nervously.

The restaurant was a lovely place. Sir pulled up and a valet opened the door for him. As Stephen got out the other side, the valet opened the door beside me, and I exited, followed by Dana. Reservations had been made ahead of time and I stayed near Sir as we were shown our table. He turned the vibe on as we walked and I paused only a moment in my walking, but did not stumble or in any other way shame my Sir in public.

At the table, Sir pulled out my chair and seated me, as Stephen did the same for Dana. Once Sir was seated, he turned the vibrator on what I knew was the high setting. I straightened my shoulders and cleared my throat as I was handed a menu.

"Thank you." I smiled at the waiter, both hoping and not hoping that he suspected what I had vibrating inside of me.

When eating out, I knew I was allowed to give Sir three choices of what I wanted to eat. From there, he decided what I would have. My voice wasn't even shaky while I gave him my choices and he smiled in pride at me. As the others perused the menu, Sir turned the vibrator on all three of its settings three separate times.

Once Sir and Stephen had ordered for Dana and I, we fell into small talk. Stephen watched me, and I knew he was looking for signs that the vibrator was on or off. For the most part, I was able to give few signs when Sir was manipulating me. The occasional straightening of my already straight shoulders and the clearing of my throat in lieu of the moans that wanted to come from my lips.

Stephen looked at Dana more than once, also looking for her reaction, is my guess. His girl watched me, and the look on her face was somehow pitying. I couldn't help but smile at her. What was happening to me wasn't anywhere near as embarrassing as I had feared it would be. Sir knew what he was doing, letting me get used to the feel in private so I would not give myself away in public.

I squirmed slightly when our meals came. The vibrations came whenever Sir saw fit to send them and he turned it on as soon as he saw the waiter coming with the food, I think. My clit was begging for a touch I knew would not come, at least not then. I am very clitoral and Sir was well aware that, without stimulation on my clit, I would get turned on, get wetter and wetter, but I would not cum.

The waiter saw my squirm as he set the plate before me. I saw his nostrils flair, and I suspect he could smell my sexual excitement. However I only smiled at him and said, in a voice that was shaking almost imperceptibly, "Thank you."

He nodded at me and, once all had their meals, took his leave. Then Sir turned the vibrating egg off and kept it off as we ate. Knowing that we were going out to eat, I had fasted during the day, which allowed me to clean my plate. Again, my Sir smiled at me in pride for finishing all my food, as he knew I was a very light eater.

Once the meal was over and the waiter came to clear our plates and ask us if we wanted desert, Sir turned the vibrator on high and casually ordered desert for himself and coffee for me. A small moan escaped me when he did this, but I was able to play it off by saying. "Ah, yes. Coffee would be wonderful, Sir. Thank you."

As subtly as I could, I moved my hips each time Sir turned the vibrator on throughout desert. I sipped at my coffee, enjoying it immense,y right along with the incredible vibrations in me. Using the great tasting coffee as an excuse, I was able to allow myself a few moans of pleasure.

Desert over and my coffee a memory, Sir paid the check and we stood to leave. As I was with my Sir, I was not required to cover my hair with my shawl, as I would have been had I not been with him. As a result I could use my shawl to cover the wet spot on my skirt. I draped it at my elbows until it covered my ass.

I shuddered visibly, I know, when Sir ran a finger along my neck, bringing pleasure to me as we began to leave the restaurant. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I thought I saw men looking at me, on my Sir's arm. I hoped I was making him proud of me and that my behavior reflected well on him.

The valet brought the car around and as we waited, sir put the vibrator on its medium setting. I licked my lips but stood still, fighting the urge to buck my hips. Tightening my grip on my Sir's arm, I welcomed the deep kiss he gave me, allowing a shaky moan to escape from my mouth and enter his. He turned the vibe off when the car arrived.

Seated in the back again, I sat back, slightly. Dana sat beside me and touched my elbow as Sir and Stephen got situated. "Are you alright?" she whispered, looking at me with concern.

Chuckling, I whispered back, "I am so turned on right now I can barely see straight."

Pulling off, my Sir looked at me through the rear view mirror. "You may let go a little bit, my Angel. I am very proud of you." he smiled. "No cumming." he warned.

"Of course not, Sir." I replied and sat back a bit more, resting a bit. The four times Sir turned on the vibrator on the way home, I was able to moan softly at the feeling, grabbing onto the seat and closing my eyes in bliss. When I opened them each time, I saw Stephen watching me with a small smile on his face.

Sir had the vibe on as we pulled into the driveway but turned it off as we all got out of the car. He led me into the house and tot he couch, where he sat me down before I fell down. Stephen sat in the chair Sir had been in when he inserted the vibrator and motioned for Dana to kneel at his feet, which she did quickly and gracefully.

"Is my Angel wet?" my Sir asked me with a small smile.

Rubbing my thighs together, I nodded. "Very wet, Sir." I told him.

He nodded. "Spread your feet apart on the couch, hike up your skirt and open yourself to me, my Angel." he ordered.

I whimpered, even as I complied. "Yes, Sir."

Sir stroked my inner thigh, but looked over at Stephen and Dana. "She has a beautiful pussy." he told them, although Stephen had seen my pussy before now.

Dana said nothing, but Stephen looked at my bare and exposed pussy, "She's glistening, Frank." he noted.

I felt my Sir's hand move down my thigh. "That she is." he agreed. "So slick, my girl is." and I felt his hands on my pussy, sliding over my slick lips and my clit.

Crying out in the pleasure of my Sirs hand on me, I arched my hips, wanting the touch never to end.

"You are so close, my Angel." my Sir's voice sounded so calm to my ears. "What does my girl want?" he asked, his hand moving firmly around my pussy lips and clit, bringing me closer with every pass.

I whimpered and looked at him with every ounce of the incredible love I felt for him in my eyes. "Please, Sir." he begged. "Please make me cum."

Sir smiled at me and kissed me softly. His hand moved a bit faster. "Soon, my Angel." he promised me.

Moaning, I could just barely get out the "Yes, Sir." as he kept playing with the pussy I'd given him. I let my eyes move to Stephen and Dana. Stephen was watching my pussy closely, but Dana's eyes were averted. It wasn't too long before Stephen noticed. "Watch and learn, girl." he commanded her, and she lifted her head to watch my Sir masturbate me.

The fingers on me changed slightly. Hooking two fingers, my Sir inserted them in me, brushing my clit with his thumb. "Talk to me, my Angel." he commanded.

With a whimper, I began to speak. "Sir. You make me feel so good."

He smiled at me. "Stephen and Dana are watching you, baby girl." he reminded me. "How does that make you feel, my Angel."

"Excited, Sir." I told him. "They are watching you play with the pussy that is yours." I arched my hips and moaned again. "And it makes me even more excited, Sir."

He began to finger fuck me more quickly. "I love showing off my good girl." he told me ... of maybe he was telling Stephen and Dana. "Who controls when you cum, Angel?" he asked me.

"You, Sir." I whimpered. "You control when I cum. You make me cum. This is your pussy. Your clit." I gasped as the fingers were removed from my pussy and began rubbing in earnest on my clit. "Gods! Oh my Sir. Please. Please. I want to cum for you. Please!" I began to beg again.

The fingers on my clit sped up and the pressure on it increased. "Cum for me, my Angel. Cum for your Sir."

I did ... and I came hard for him. "Sir!" I screamed as I came for him. "My Sir!" my hips arched and bucked under his hands. He slowed but did not stop.

"Good girl." he encouraged me. "Cum for me, Angel. Keep cumming for me, baby."

He slowed enough for the first powerful orgasm to begin to wane, but as it did he began rubbing it again. I cried out again, just barely seeing Stephen and Dana watching my Sir making me cum. My hips bucked more and I could feel another orgasm on the heels of the first.

"Sir!" I called out. "Sir! Please. May I cum again. Please!" I begged him. "I'm going to squirt!"

I saw his smile. "Cum again, Angel. Cum again for me."

The orgasm made me shake terribly, but it felt so good. I could feel the ejaculate come pouring out of me and saw a bit fly away from me and towards the coffee table. "Sir! Thank you, Sir!" I screamed my thanks as the orgasm overpowered me. With a will, I kept my legs open. Sir might not be done with me.

He slowed and laughed in joy. Smiling, he lifted his hand and I could see it was dripping where I had cum on it. This took his hand off of my clit and I collapsed onto my arms, my legs still wide open. Panting, I continued to thank him in a hoarse whisper.

Leaning into me, Sir kissed me deeply. "Good girl! I'm so proud of you." he told me. "Say good night and rest a bit. I am not done with you yet, Angel."

Swallowing in a dry throat, I sat up a bit and looked between my legs at Stephen and Dana. "Good night, Stephen. Good night, Dana. Thank you for watching me tonight." I offered a weak smile.

Dana nodded, her face red from blushing. Stephen smiled. "Always a pleasure." he told me. He stood and motioned for Dana to stand. I could see he had an erection in his pants and I felt a naughty flush of pride. "Let's go, Dana. I'll be using you damn well tonight, girl."

I did not get Dana's reply. I worked to control my breathing as Sir saw them out of the door. Once the door closed it was another minute or so before Sir pressed a glass of water into my hand, for me to drink. Drinking greedily, I then opened my eyes and looked at him.

He caressed my face and took the glass from me. "Bed, Angel." he commanded. "I will be there in a minute."

Standing on weak knees, I made it to the bed without incident, knowing that my Sir would use me well. Dinner had been a complete success!



Frank's Angels Fantasy #003



Fantasy # 003 -- Do the Dishes

Finally! It is Friday and the kids are off to spend the weekend with their father. As always, it is difficult to see them go, but I know that they need this time and, of course, I could always use a a couple nights of rest and relaxation.

My Master comes up behind me as I watch the car with my children pull off. He knows what a bittersweet time this is for me. While it means he and I will be alone with no worries of children knocking at inopportune moments, I will still miss them. As my Master, he must keep my mind occupied.

"Time to clear the table, my Angel." he tells me, stroking both of my shoulders with his hands.

Sighing, I turn in his arms and offer him a smile. "Yes, my Master. I will get to it right away." I tell him and back off to go around him through the door and back into the house.

I feed my children before they are picked up for the weekend, so the load of dirty dishes is as it usually is during the week, that is to say there are many dishes for me to wash. I take the dishes away from the table and move them to the kitchen. Placing them in the sink, I turn on the hot water and while it is heating, prepare the dish drainer and make sure the other sink for rinsing is clean.

My back is turned to my Master, but I have little doubt he is watching me. With that in mind, I remain bent over as I get the drainer from under the sink, where I keep it when not in use. The way I wiggles the ass I gave him wasn't necessary, but now that the children were gone and I had chores to focus on, I was feeling a bit on the frisky side.

Straightening, I check the temperature of the water. Nice and hot, just like I am getting, thinking of how my Master may use me while there are no children to worry about. I stopper the sink and add dish soap, watching it steam and cover the dishes. As I wait, I lean over the sink and again, wiggle the ass that belongs to my Master idly.

When the sink is filled, I begin washing the dishes and then rinsing them and putting them in the drainer. I place my body rather central, but keep my legs spread wider than usual. The hem of my skirt brushes my legs as I continue my chores and I can imagine how it looks, waving side to side as my hips move while I work.

I am almost done with the dishes when I feel the hands on my hips ...

Keeping the smile out of my voice is not easy. "Yes, Master?" I ask, as innocently as I can, never once pausing in the washing of the dishes.

"Keep working, my beautiful Angel." he commands me.

It is a chore just keeping the grin off of my face. "Of course, my Master. I am almost done, if you will be needing me to do anything afterwards." my voice sounds still innocent to my own ears.

He says nothing to this, but I feel him pulling my skirt up. A grin breaks out on my face, but I continue to wash, rinse and dry dishes. At his silent urging, I spread my legs a bit more and I feel his hands running up and down the ass he owns.

As I back up into the grasping hands, I speak in a voice that is full of mock protest. "Master, I have dishes to do."

"I know." I hear his voice in my right ear and his breath on my neck. His hand moves between my legs and caresses the wetness at the opening to my pussy. "And you will continue to do your chore. Do you understand?" it is then I feel two fingers slide effortlessly inside of me.

Through my moan of pleasure I reply to him. "Yes, my Master." and press back just a little bit.

He finger fucks me slowly at first, but soon my hands are shaking with pleasure. As I rinse the last dish, I feel him press against me, his cock invading between the ass cheeks that are his and his alone.

"Knees up, Angel." his voice is breathless.

With a little help from him I climb onto the sink, my knees spread wide. I can feel him step between my legs. What I feel at the opening to my pussy is hot and hard.

"My Master." I breathe as I feel him press the head of his cock inside of me.

His only reply is to grab my hair and press into me to the hilt. I cry out in the pleasure of his entering me as well as the slight pain of his pulling at my hair.

Fucking what is his, my Master holds my hair firmly as he begins slamming in and out of my wet pussy.

"My pretty little black slut." he breathes into my ear. "Taking her Master's white cock."

I can only whimper in reply. My Master feels so good inside me. I grab onto the back of the sink. The position he has me in keeps me from doing anything else. I am completely at his mercy. All I can do is gasp and grunt as he slams hard into the pussy that is his property.

His pace quickens and his breath is a bit ragged. "Who are you?" he asks me with an urgency in his voice that tells me he is close.

"Master." I pant. "I am your slave and your slut."

The grip on my hair tightens and my head is pulled back. I look at him, feeling him still slamming into me. "Good girl. My slave and my pretty black slut. Aren't you, Angel?"

I am whimpering in pleasure. Feeling so good. "Yes, Master." My voice shakes with his powerful thrusts. "Your slave and your pretty black slut."

My clit is throbbing, but I am in no danger of cumming ... yet. He commands me to repeat my words again and when I do he slams into me one final time, blessing me with his powerful seed as he calls me his good girl.

For a long moment he stays deep inside of me, kissing my neck. Then he pulls slowly out of me, slaps my ass and lowers me on my shaky legs to the floor. I sink to my knees and suck his cock into my mouth in order to clean it for him. Then he caresses my hair one more time, directs me to finish my chore and walks out of the kitchen.

The dishes are done, but I have to empty the dishwater and dry the dishes. As I do this, I can feel his essence slowly leak from my body. My thighs are slick with his cum and my clit is still silently begging for attentions it is not my choice to give it.

Once the dishes are done, dry and put away, I put away the drainer and clean the countertops. Then I walk out of the kitchen and into the living room, where I see my Master on the couch, reading a book. I approach him without a word and sit in something like a leaning kneel at his feet. I rest my head on his thigh and, as he reads, he reaches down to caress my hair.

For a long time there is silence. Such a rarity when the children are with us. I bask in it and in his touch. After maybe an hour, he reads with me at his feet. Finally he speaks.

"Up here." he commands and as he does, he again grabs my hair and pulls me up and into a hard, passionate kiss.

I return it with a whimper of pleasure and when the kiss breaks, my voice shakes with desire.

"Master. Please." I beg. "Please fuck your pretty black slut."

He smiles down at me and pushes me into a laying position on the couch. Looking down at me he hovers only a moment before he crawls high on me, grabbing the tits he owns and squeezing hard before twisting my nipples. Then he crawls further up my body and in no time his cock is in my face.

Without having to be directed, I suck his cock into my mouth. Looking up at him I moan as he begins fucking my mouth.

I cannot speak, I can only moan and suck what he gives me. His hand remains firmly in my hair, keeping my head still as he uses my mouth for his own pleasure.

Just when I think he will fuck my mouth until he cums, he withdraws and, barely missing a beat, thrusts himself inside of my pussy. I am free to scream in pleasure as he fucks me, his pretty black slut.

My clit is screaming and I am surprised to find myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. It has not been an easy way to cum, while being fucked. But if anyone can do it, it is my Master.

I begin to pant as I am fucked ... as my hair is pulled ... as my Master takes what is his...

"My Master." I somehow both pant and whimper. "Please. My Master. I am so close..."

He smiles at me, even as he slams into me over and over. "My Angel wants to cum?"

"Please, my Master." I beg, feeling myself getting closer to doing something I have not done before. "Make your pretty black slut cum. Please. May I cum for you? Please."

Master slams into me for a bit before, finally, he almost yells at me. "Cum for me, my black slut! Now!"

And I do as I am bid. I begin to scream. "Yes, Master! Yes!" my hips bucking of their own volition. I feel tears fall from my eyes as I cum for the man who owns me.

I feel him begin to fill me and my tears come harder. As we both begin to come down from our orgasms, my Master gathers me gently into his arms. I feel his hand caressing my face and I hear his sweet, tender voice float down to me.

"I love you, my slut." 



Frank's Angels Fantasy #004



Fantasy # 004 - Dinner is served

I open my eyes from an excellent night's sleep to see a magnificent sight I am most usually only blessed with twice a week – Saturdays and Sundays. To open my eyes to it makes my day, every time.

My Master continues to sleep peacefully beside me. Our week is over, the children are with their father and we are alone. He can sleep in for a change. Usually, he is up before the sun, but the weekends are different. They are ours. It is not unlike having a honeymoon on a weekly basis.

For almost a solid minute, I lay motionless, simply watching him. Then I very carefully get out of bed, so as not to wake him. While I may sleep as late as he allows me, I love that I can wake before him on Saturdays. It gives me a little bit of time to prepare myself.

Quietly, I enter the bathroom and begin my daily ritual. Every day it is the same, but on Saturday morning I can do it while my Master is still asleep. I pee, then turn the shower on as I brush my teeth. The one deviation on the mornings the children are not with us is that I do not have to take off my nightshirt. Master has me sleep naked whenever possible. Usually this means there is simply a nightshirt beside the bed, in case I need to cover up should a child need me. No worries about this on the weekends. And so, I put on my shower cap, having washed my hair as always on Friday, so I need not waste Master's time fussing with it over the weekends, and get into the shower.

As the hot water begins to assail my body, I sigh deeply. My muscles are a slight bit sore from Master's enthusiastic use of me the night before. The hot water feels very good on them. I relax a bit before reaching for the soap. Quickly I shower, more out of habit than anything. Shaving my legs takes the longest, as I am so careful to not only get all of the hair, but not to nick the body I've given my Master.

Satisfied, I turn the water off and open the shower door to reach for a towel. I catch sight of myself in the mirror and smile very slightly. Then I whip off the shower cap and wrap the towel around me. Drying myself carefully I hang the towel back up and reach for the lotion I use to keep the skin I've given Master soft and smooth. Once I am done, I turn my attention to my reflection.

I reach for my brush and shake my hair, freeing it from the bun I secured it in for the shower. With strong and confident strokes, I brush my thick and longish hair. Once I am satisfied, I set the brush down and begin to twist my hair into its usual bun. My hair is of a texture and thickness that I do not need pins to hold it in place and as I secure it, I allow myself a moment of pride at this fact.

Looking into the mirror again, I give myself the once over. Feeling I am now presentable, I open the bathroom door and walk naked back into the bedroom.

My Master is still asleep and I spend a moment simply watching him. Looking at him, I feel a flush of pride at being possessed by him. Never have I regretted for a moment my decision to offer myself to him in slavery.

As if he senses me watching him, my Master stirs a bit. He is beginning to wake. I straighten myself and look at him with a slight smile on my face. When his arm snakes out, feeling for me, I watch his eyes as they open. It is only a second before his eyes connect with mine.

"Good morning, my Angel." his voice is only slightly roughened by his sleep. He stretches and props himself up on one elbow, looking at me standing naked before me. A moment later he throws back the covers and sits up.

"Good morning, my Master." I greet him, first looking into his face and then allowing my eyes to lower to his cock, which is up and more than a little hard this morning.

No words are spoken as he rises and heads to the bathroom. He pauses at my side only long enough to twist his hips and hit me lightly with his hard cock. I inhale deeply as he does and close my eyes, suppressing my desire for him.

After a moment he comes from the bathroom and goes back to sit on the bed. He looks at me expectantly and I know what I must say to him.

I straighten myself, setting my legs a little past the line of my shoulders, my back straight, hands loosely behind my back and my chest out. "My Master?" my voice comes from me soft and confident.

"Yes, my little slut?" he replies.

"I present myself to you, freshly showered, for your inspection." I inform him, as I do every morning of every day.

He smiles slightly, but to me it looks a little bit like a smirk. I wonder what he might have planned as he stands and takes a few steps towards me. 

There is more than just the smile on his lips, I notice as he approaches me. An intensity burns in his eyes. Something is brewing in his head and I have absolutely no idea what. Every weekend is different and Master never fails to surprise me pleasantly.

As I feel his eyes on the front of the body I've given him, I feel my clit pulse slightly. I swallow my desire for him again and listen for his instructions. "Turn left." he directs.

I turn my body so my left arm is facing him. I look straight ahead, but can feel his eyes taking in every curve of my profile. Between my legs, a slight moisture begins to develop.

"Backside." his voice directs and I swear I hear the slightest hint of laughter in it.

Without hesitation, I turn my back to my Master, the only time I am allowed to and not face discipline. I assume he is inspecting my ass, but I learn it is more when I feel his hands between my spread thighs. He slaps one inner thigh and then the other and I know it means I am to spread my legs wider for him. I do that and feel his hand on my shoulder. Master, leaving one hand on my shoulder and grabbing my hair with the other, pushes me so that I am bent at the waist.

I place my hands on the floor between my spread feet. Master comes around my right side, continuing his inspection. When he slaps my ass, the sound is sharp in the silence of the house. I gasp, but do not move.

"Good girl." he praises me and I feel his hand slide along my ass to the wetness between my legs. When I gasp, moan and move back a bit against the fingers he has out on my clit, I hear him chuckle. "My cunt it wet." he tells me. "Does my slut want to be fucked."

My eyes remain on the floor and I take in a shuddering breath. "Your slut always wants to be used by her Master." I reply, between moans of pleasure as he continues to rub the clit I've given into his possession.

He continues to laugh lightly and I see him move back behind me. In a moment, I feel his hands on my hips, followed by his wonderful hard cock lining up with my dark, hot and wet opening. One thrust and he is completely inside of me. I moan in pleasure as he begins to use the body I gave him.

For many long minutes, my Master fucks me. Grabbing hard to my hips, he pulls me onto his cock and then I am away from it, wanting it more than ever. I keep myself balanced as best I can, panting in the pleasure of being used.

The pleasure begins to mount and I remember quite well that I am not allowed to cum without my Master's permission. His strokes are quickening and I wonder if, should I beg properly, he will allow me to cum with him.

"My Master." I moan. "Please. Master. May your slut cum for you?"

His strokes quicken even more. With a slap on my ass he denies me with a single word. "No, my black cunt. You may not cum."

I whimper my disappointment and do my best not to cum, as he has directed. Just as I feel I have succeeded, I feel him begin to fill my pussy. That in itself is incredibly satisfying to me and I tremble, feeling the warmth of his seed inside me.

Master is still a moment, recovering from his orgasm. Then he bends over my back and grabs my hair, pulling me up and turning me around.

"Clean my cock, cunt." he commands of me.

I do so with pleasure, but he does not release my hair. Tightening his grip, he thrusts his cock into and out of my mouth as I suck eagerly, cleaning him. But, to my disappointment, he withdraws before he gets too hard and he does not cum in my mouth as I had hoped he would.

He pulls me to my feet by my hair, which has fallen out of its bun. The kiss he gives me is passionate and makes my clit twitch with unrequited desire.

During the week, Master says to me "You may dress and begin your day.". But this is the weekend. His words are different when the children are not about.

"You may begin your day." he tells me, skipping the part about my getting dressed. When we are alone, he wants me naked. "Get your hair settled and then get my breakfast ready, my pretty black cunt. I want bacon, eggs and French toast."

My voice is shaky. I am wet, filled with my Masters cum and as randy as a racehorse. "Yes, my Master. May I make myself breakfast as well?"

He looks at me, quite evenly and his voice is soft. "No, baby. You will not be eating breakfast today."

The words make me freeze a moment. I cannot eat? Master has never denied me a meal before now and I am shocked into silence. But I see he is watching me and I swallow and sigh, resigned to his directive. "Yes, Master." I offer him a smile and reach up to re-twist my hair as I back away from him towards our bedroom door. Only when I am through it and out of his sight, do I turn and walk forward, so my back is never to him.

In the kitchen I first set the breakfast table for one, then go to the refrigerator, taking out bacon, eggs, bread, milk and cinnamon. Placing them on the counter, I then reach for my apron, the only clothing I am allowed while cooking, and put it on before beginning the preparations. While I put on the apron, I smile a bit more. The apron is not the usual one I use during the week. It is made of purple leather with black trim.  Master had it made for me, knowing purple is my favorite color.

Getting out two frying pans, I place them both on the stove. I turn on the heat under one, but not the other yet. In the heating frying pan I place the raw bacon I will cook for my Master. As it begins to get hot, I get two bowls and scramble eggs in both. Leaving one plain eggs, I put milk, cinnamon and vanilla into the other.

I cook the bacon until is it harder than can be called "soggy" but not "crispy". This is how Master likes it best. Just before I take the bacon out to drain, I place butter in the other pan and melt it. Then I soak two pieces of bread in the mixture of egg, milk, vanilla and cinnamon, then place it in the butter pan to cook. After that I take the bacon out to drain and immediately reach for the bowl of plain scrambled egg and pour it into the bacon grease. Throughout I am glad of the leather apron, so the skin I gave my Master does not get burned.

The smell of the food sets my mouth to watering. I gulp and try and ignore the feeling in my stomach. Missing a meal won't kill me. There is no doubt in my mind, master must be denying me breakfast for a good reason, even if I cannot imagine what that reason might be.

As I cook the eggs with one hand and turn the French toast with the other, I hear my Master's voice as he enters the kitchen. "Smells divine, my love." he tells me, causing me to beam, even though I do not turn to look at him, lest I burn myself. The stove and sink are two of the few places I am allowed to have my back to Master.

Not long after this, the meal is completed and, once I turn off all the fires on the stove, I prepare a single plate. After taking off my apron, I pick it up, and and bring it to the table, where Master awaits his breakfast. Placing his meal before him, I take half a step back and stand straight, as when I am presenting myself, my hands clasped loosely behind my back.

Master looks down at the plate and inhales deeply. He picks up his fork and takes his first bite. The moan that comes from his throat is high praise for my cooking. Feeling a twinge of hunger in my belly, I ignore it, setting my mind to other things. Anything except for food.

Despite my peckishness, I watch my Master eat with pride. My cooking pleases him and, this morning, that must satiate me. I satisfy myself with the knowledge and with it comes more and more acceptance of whatever he has planned for me.

Soon he has finished his meal and he pushes away from the table and stands. He turns to me and takes me into his arms. With a kiss to my forehead he tells me. "An excellent meal, my Angel. Thank you."

"You are more than welcome, my Master." I tell him, feeling warm inside at his words of praise.

He pulls me closer to him, grinding his hips against me. Again my clit pulses in longing. Master nuzzles my neck and I sigh softly with pleasure and hope.

"Now clean the kitchen, then join me." he directs and steps away from me.

"Yes, my Master." I reply, finding myself more frustrated on more levels than ever before. 

Still naked, I clear the table and begin washing dishes. I give them a bit more concentration than usual, trying to get my mind off both being horny and having skipped a meal. I'm a bit hungry, but it isn't too bad. There's always lunch.

Halfway through the dishes, I am almost startled when I feel my Masters hands on the full breasts he owns. I do not stop what I am doing, and he presses himself against me. This is how I finish the breakfast dishes – with my Master behind me kneading, pulling and pinching the nipples I happily gave him. When I place the last dish in the drainer, the pussy my Master owns is again sopping wet.

With a kiss to my neck, he backs away from me and leaves the kitchen again. I finish cleaning in the kitchen, wiping down the stove, table and counter tops. Then I am able to leave the kitchen and find my Master.

I find him in the living room in his favorite chair, watching television. He is working on something, and has been all week long. Made of purple and yellow rope is all I know. When I asked what is was, he simply told me not to worry about it and so I put it out of my mind. Walking up to his side, I kneel on the floor at his feet and lean into his leg. Pausing in his work, he reaches down to caress my hair, and then returns to his task.

For what seems to be a long time, I simply sit there with my head against his leg, loving the physical contact with him and enjoying watching the program as he works. Once it is over, he leans forward and begins to squeeze the breasts that he owns. My beck arches, pressing the tits into his hand, and he begins to pinch and pull the nipples.

The sound of my increasingly heavy breathing must reach his ears. He stops his attentions and I hear him as he directs me. "Suck my cock, my Angel."

Eagerly, I move into position on my knees between his legs. Moving one hand to cradle his balls, I lick my lips and suck him into my mouth. Unable to help myself, I moan at the taste of the man who owns me and my hips writhe as the wetness between my legs returns with a vengeance.

Master grabs two handfuls of my hair and begins both to pull my head onto his cock and lift his hips as well. I groan and gasp and try not to choke, but I love it. Sucking my Master is among my very favorite things to do. The faster his hips move – the harder he fucks my face -- the more I look forward to my reward. Drinking his his essence. I feel myself begin to tremble in anticipation.

Just as Master is about to cum, he lets go my hair and grabs hold of my shoulders. He pushes me back with one hand, holding his cock with the other. With a groan, he begins to cum. I feel the heat of his his essence on my bare tits.

Out of my own mouth comes a whimper of disappointment and frustration. I am not often denied the pleasure of drinking my Master's cum, and being denied not once but twice so far this day makes me swallow hard.

He pulls my head up and kisses me hard. "I love you, my Angel." he tells me. "Now be a good girl and clean me up, then yourself."

"Yes, my Master." I nod and lean forward to clean him with my mouth. While I can taste his his essence, it is very different from being allowed to drink his entire load. He is teasing me. And bad.

After I have cleaned him, I stand and back away carefully. I watch him and he pulls out his rope work again. Just before I am able to turn and walk forward, he turns his head to me.

"After your shower, you may go to your tasks of cleaning the house. Once that is done, you may prepare my lunch. You know how hungry using you makes me."

Swallowing hard, I nod again. "Yes, my Master."

In the shower, I wash my Masters his essence off of me. As my hands pass over my now slightly sore and sensitive nipples, I feel as if I may cry. My mind goes over the night and day before, wondering if I had somehow dome something to offend or even anger my Master into the drastic actions of the day. Passing the soap quickly between my legs and over my sensitive and needy clit, I can find nothing I've done. I was a good girl. I always am a good girl, or try to be.

Leaving the shower, I towel dry and take off the shower cap. Then I rebrush my hair, mussed again from Master's grabbing. I look at myself in the mirror for a long time before I am satisfied that I am both presentable and a good girl. Only then do I leave the bathroom.

My Saturday chores are quite light. I arranged it that way, in case Master had plans outside of the house. So the vacuuming is quickly dealt with, taking me no more than an hour. Once I am done, Master walks through the house, checking my work. He smiles once he comes back to the living room.

"A wonderful job, as usual, my Angel." he strokes my hair. "Now time for lunch. Something easy, but filling..." he ponders a moment and then nods. "Of course. Take some of that left over chicken from last night and make a nice chicken soup or stew for me, please."

The idea sounds very good and my stomach, having been denied breakfast, rolls over lazily in approval. 

"Yes, my Master. May I cook for myself as well?" I try and fail to keep the eagerness out of my voice.

He strokes my face tenderly and when he speaks, his voice sounds the tiniest bit sorry. "No, my beautiful slut. You will not be having lunch, either."

I blink and bite my lip against a protest. Now, I am actually hungry now, having not eaten all day. When I open my mouth, no protest comes from it.

"Yes, my Master." I swallow a lump in my throat. "I will have your lunch ready for you in about an hour."

Master smiles at me and I can hear definite pride of me in his voice. "Good girl!" he praises me and those words alone, make me smile.

I watch him go back into the living room and, with a heavy sigh, I go back into the kitchen. For chicken soup, I won't need my apron, so I ignore it. Looking in the refrigerator, I see the left over chicken. My stomach protests and I murmur. "Oh, hush up. You heard Master." at it as I take the cold chicken out. Opening the freezer, I pull out a bag of frozen mixed vegetables. The bag tells me it is an "Italian Blend."

I set it aside and go to get a pot, which I fill with water. Setting it on the stove, I turn the fire up high under it and leave it to get hot as I cut the chicken from the bone, resisting strongly the urge to lick my fingers. Meat separated from the bone, I toss it in the pot, then turn right back to grab the bones and throw them away.

Master is standing right there and I almost run right into him.

"Good girl." he smiles at me. "You could have cheated and you didn't." he nods. "I'll remember that." and he turns and marches right back out of the kitchen.

After those words of praise, I would go a month without eating, if that is what master wanted. Without a whimper of protest. The smile on my face is huge as I toss out the chicken bones, wash my hands to rid myself of the temptation of the smell, then turn my attention back to the water.

When it begins boiling, I get the bag of egg noodles and add enough to make it a toothsome dish. Then I add the vegetables and begin to stir. In the steam coming out of the pot comes a smell that makes my stomach grumble at me.




Frank's Angels Fantasy #004



"Shut up." I tell it in an undertone. While it grumbles at me, ignoring my command to it, I continue to stir. 

Again, Master startles me, coming up behind me and slapping my ass. I squeek and he laughs, then places his hand between my thighs, slapping one and then the other in his silent directive to open them wide enough for him to reach my pussy. Still stirring the soup, I gasp as he reaches around me, running his hand over my belly and between my pussy lips.

He moves the hand forward, entering me with two fingers. Then he withdraws them and I know they are sopping wet, I am so excited by his touch. As I stir, he nuzzles my neck and rubs my clit with his fingers.

"Master." I groan, placing one hand on the counter beside the stove to steady myself. "Master, it feels so good."

Without replying, he continues to rub my clit. I try and concentrate on the soup, my hunger forgotten under the pressure of his fingers. I sigh deeply and my hips begin to rock.

"No cumming, my cunt." he reminds me, as if I could forget.

I whimper in pleasure and buck my hips again. Then I sigh and in a voice that is near tears, I beg him. "Then Master. Please.  I beg you to stop before I lose control of myself."

His laughter is like music to my ears. But he strokes me a few more times, pushing my limits and I am afraid he may push me over the edge. Master knows me well, though. He stops just before I feel I cannot last a second longer.

As I pant, he removes his fingers from my pussy and lifts them to my lips. He spreads the juice around and whispers in my ear. "See. I'm letting you eat. That great, sweet, dark pussy of yours."

I kiss his fingertips before they leave me. My clit is now protesting as badly as my stomach was a few minutes before. Stirring the soup again, I gulp.

"Master. Your lunch is ready." I announce.

When I hear his voice again, it is from the table. "Bring it on, baby!" he tells me, enthusiastically.

I do, pouring the soup into a large bowl and bringing it to him. As I stand to the side, in case he needs me, my clit and my stomach both send me messages which I do my best to ignore.

After his meal, my Master stayed in the kitchen. I had cooled down and come away from the precipice of orgasm. Knowing this, my Master fucked me hard as I did the dishes. Forcing my mind on the dishes I was trying to wash kept me from cumming without permission. When he came hard inside of me, I almost collapsed when he lowered me to the floor and gave me his cock to clean for him. 

When my legs stopped shaking, I took a final deep and steadying breath and turned my attentions to the light afternoon chores. I spot mopped the tiled floors in the kitchen and all the bathrooms. And then, I rejoined my Master in the living room.

"Theres a great movie coming on in at two, baby." he tells me. "We'll watch it and then I have something I want to give to you."

I looked up at him, and nodded. "Yes, Master." was all I said, even though I was wondering what in the world he could want to give me.

The movie was a truly beautiful love story which came incredibly close to bringing me to tears. From time to time over the two hours we watched, my Master teased me without mercy, never once allowing me to cum.

At four o'clock when the movie ended, my Master grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into a passionate kiss. "I want you to shower again and dress. Wear the tight black mini dress, the black lace bra and your black high heels."

"Of course, my Master." I replied and left him to shower. For the first time in a very long time, I showered in cold water. Not touching my pussy or my clit was difficult. I was so worked up and horny.

I dried off and out on the bra first, then the dress. The dress clung to my every curve. Perhaps Master was planning to show me off? I shook off the thought, trying not to let my mind get too active.

When I walked back into the living room, my Master looked me up and down with a huge smile on his face. "You are breathtaking, my slut." he told me and he took me by the hand. "Now before I go, I have something for you to wear with that."

My curiosity was as aroused as my pussy. "Of course, my Master." I replied. "Anything for you."

He slipped his hand into the pocket of his pants and brought out a purple rope with yellow accents. It was what he had been making of the purple and yellow rope.

My lips began to tremble. "M – Master?" my voice shook with emotion. Could it be what I thought it was?

Smiling from ear to ear, my Master slipped the short length of rope around my neck and by the time he secured it, tears were running down my face.

"Oh, thank you, my Master." I managed to say through my tears. The rough day was forgotten in the wake of this most precious of gifts. A collar. His collar.

Master kissed me deeply and then backed up to look at me closely. "It's stunning on you, my Angel." he caressed my face and wiped my tears away. "Go on and wash your face, baby. We're going out to celebrate."

I walked on a cloud back into our bedroom. Before and after I washed and dried my face, I looked at the collar my Master had made with his own two hands and then placed on me. With an effort, I kept the tears at bay and returned to my Masters side.

He led me to the car and I got in, still over the moon about my situation. I was a collared slave now. More, I was HIS collared slave. There was nothing that I wanted more.

The drive was long and Master and I talked very casually. I watched out the windows and soon realized we were in the warehouse district. Confusion clouded my mind a bit, as I struggled to remember if there were any restaurants in this part of town.

Five minutes later, Master pulled up to and parked the car in front of a huge warehouse. He turned to look at me, reaching out to caress my face and finger the collar he'd put on me. Then he kissed me and got out of the car. A moment later he appeared at the passengers side door and opened it for me.

I got out of the car and looked at the warehouse and then at my Master.  Then I realized he had a leash in his hand, made of the same material as my collar. My tears almost began anew as he clipped the leash to the collar.

Then he took the blindfold out of his pocket.

My heart lept a moment before I could control it. If anyone else were holding a blindfold that was obviously meant for me, I would have panicked and run. But I trusted my Master with my very life.

He blindfolded me and then kissed me. When the kiss broke, he took my leash and my hand and began to lead me away.

The sound of the warehouse door was loud in my ears, but further away than it should have been. Master continued to lead me and he warned me. "Be careful, Angel. A big step through here."

My foot hit the spot he meant and I lifted my foot, carefully stepping through the door and inside. The silence was not complete. All around me, I could hear different sounds. Feet shuffling. A throat clearing softly. Whispered voices speaking words I could not catch.

I tightened my grip on my Master's hand and he squeezed back, giving me much needed confidence. To me, it seemed a long time that we walked, but soon Master stopped and I stopped with him. Still listening to the sounds around me, I realized I was shaking slightly. Feeling a tug on my collar, heard Master's voice in my ear.

"Don't be afraid, baby. You know I would never let anything bad happen to you."

"Yes, Master. I know that." I told him. "You won't leave me." it was more a statement of fact than a question.

"Never, my Angel." he promised me.

That helped me relax a great deal. A moment after this, I felt his hands on me, unzipping my black dress. I stood still, as I did when I was presenting myself or when we were out in public. My arms moved only when he tugged the dress off. Next, I felt my bra being removed and I gulped as I re-clasped my hands behind my back, now dressed only in high heels and a blindfold.

Master led me a few more steps and I gently kicked something. At that time, Master let go of my hand and I bit my lip until I heard his voice.

"I have leashed you to a large block, my slut." he told me in a loud, authoritative voice. "Tonight we celebrate your becoming mine. You've fasted all day and I am very proud of you. Now, you may eat."

Hearing these words, I was shocked almost speechless. Not just at what he said, but at my clits reaction to it. It pulsed eagerly and my voice was shaking slightly when I replied, my voice soft. "Yes, Master."

The hand that lands on my shoulder is, without a doubt, my Master's. He forces me to my hands and knees and lets go of me for only a moment. Blood is rushing around in my head and I cannot hear anything for a while. Then I feel a hand grab my hair and force my face into a crotch.

"Suck, my cock. Show them what a dirty black slut you are." my Master's voice demands.

When I suck the cock into my mouth, I can tell by the taste that is it my Master. Had I been able, I would have sighed in relief that the first cum I would swallow wound be my Master's. Eagerly I begin to suck his cock and soon he is fucking my mouth.

The hand I feel on my ass is not my Masters. It is rougher than his. Roughly, it rearranges me slightly until I know I am straddling a man. He grabs my hips, whoever he is, and lowers me onto a big thick cock. I moan around my Master's cock as he continues to fuck my mouth.

My pussy fills with this unknown cock. I can feel the condom around it, protecting me. With my mouth filled with my Masters cock, I can only whimper as I am fucked in two of my holes.

Suddenly both of my hands are grabbed and spread out. Into each hand I feel a cock. Grabbing each, I begin to jack them off, finding myself more and more excited. Four cocks!

Then I feel a pair of hands join the ones already on my hips. Softer than those, then move down my ass and spread my ass cheeks. I cry out, as I am not sure about being penetrated anally by any but my Master. Feeling the cold lubricant applied to my ass makes me breathe a little easier, and I make myself relax when I feel a condom covered cockhead pressing at my ass hole.

Whoever he is, he enters me slowly, carefully and gently. I cannot express my gratitude. My mouth is full, my hands are full, my pussy is full and my ass is full. Yet I imagine I hear more than one voice. The sound of skin against skin ... like other men masturbating fills my ears.

Master surely warned whoever was fucking my pussy to be careful about my clit. The man did not touch it. He only fucked me harder and harder .... as all the cocks were. Faster and faster I jacked off the two cocks in my hands while the cocks inside of me also moved faster.

The first load was let loose in my ass. I heard a man growl and felt the sharp sting of a slap on my ass cheeks as he grabbed them and thrust as deeply into me as he could. After that, the man under me bucked and came hard in me. Their cocks were rubbing against each other inside of me, and I could only imagine the sensation to a cock.

Master came next, pulling my head close as he bucked and came deep in the back of my throat. I swallowed as fast and as well as I could, having not eaten all day and desperately hungry for the taste of my Masters his essence. Even after he came, he held tightly to my hair.

Suddenly I felt hot cum hitting the left side of my face as the cock in my left hand let loose, followed shortly thereafter by the one in my right hand. My cheeks were warm from both the cum and the blush I felt.

I thought it was over then, so the hot cum on my back came as a surprise. At least two men had been masturbating over me as I was fucked.

Gulping down the last of my Master's his essence, I felt his hand loosen in my hair. I inclined my head upwards, unable to see him, but unable to resist turning my eyes to where I suspected he was.

"You were a good girl and didn't cum." I could hear the pride for me in my Masters voice. "And for that, I will allow you to do just that and cum for me."

Pulling my hair, Master rolled me onto my back. I felt hands grab my legs and pull them as far apart as they could go. Held there I could not move. My clit was exposed to at least seven men, one of which owned me completely. Then my master let go of my hair.

I have no idea whose tongue I felt first. It lapped roughly at my slit and then my clit and then left my body. The next tongue did the same, but followed up by inserting itself into my pussy. My hips arched, seeking more stimulation. What I got was another tongue on my clit, licking and then flicking.

For many long minutes the men tortured me. Sometimes I could feel a mustache. Sometimes a beard. Always pleasure. I writhed and moaned under the sensations, whimpering when one tongue left me, so eager for the next one. Soon I was so close I could feel it. My thighs began to tremble.

And then it stopped. 

I arched my hips, but no more laps came to my clit. My voice was an almost desperate whimper.

"Please. Oh, Master. More. Please. Your slut wants more. Your black slut wants to cum. So bad. Please, Master. I beg of you!"

"Cum for me, baby," my Masters voice crooned and then I felt a tongue again. His tongue. Lapping faster and faster at my clit.

I hurt my voice when I came, I screamed so loudly. But master did not stop. His tongue flew over my clit without mercy. On the heels of the first I was forced to scream again.

"Please. Master. May I cum again. Your black whore wants to come again. Please. Please, Master."

"Again, baby. Keep cumming for me."

I did. My throat became raw with the next orgasm and master still would not let up. With the third I could feel myself squirt into his mouth. I writhed, but the strong hands on my legs kept them wide open. My back arched and my mouth opened in a soundless scream with the fourth orgasm.

Only then did my Master relent.

The arms released me and I collapsed onto the floor of the warehouse my Master had brought me to. Panting I tried to speak and found I could not. I felt strong arms ... Master's arms ... gather me up and hold me.

He untied the blindfold, but my eyes were half closed. I did not know exactly what was happening to me. I was hot and cold and shaking uncontrollably. Panting like a bitch dog in the heat of summer. My body felt numb, like I wasn't really part of it.

I vaguely saw Masters arm reach for something someone handed him and a moment later there was a cup to my lips. I drank carefully and gratefully. But when I tried to thank my Master, I found I still could not speak. But I tried again and managed to croak.

"Thank you, my Master."



Frank's Angels Fantasy #005



# 005 -- Coaxing

Throughout the day, my Master has been on and off of the phone. All I really know is that he is speaking to Dave, one of his better friends. I've heard my name and the name Pam, Dave's girl, but that is about it. Good girls do not eavesdrop. When and if Master wants me to know, he will tell me.

Not until after dinner does that time come. As I am drying and putting away the dishes, Master comes up behind me and presses into me.

"When you are done, go and put on that lovely rainbow colored dress." he tells me.

Master knows he need not tell me that all I may were under the dress is a bra. I already know that. However, my curiosity is piqued by his choice in dress. The rainbow colored dress is beautiful. Bright, tight and probably the shortest dress I own. More than once I commented that the dress is little more than a long and tight shirt. And more than once, Master grinned at me and replied "Exactly."

In our bedroom I find a sexy bra then the dress and put them on. As we are alone in the house, I am already naked. Slipping into the bra is simple enough. The dress I work my way into and when I am in it, I turn and look in the full length mirror.

The colors of the dress are bright and very pretty. In addition, the dress is incredibly sheer. As I look at my reflection, I can see my hairless pussy clearly. The lace bra I am wearing cradles my breasts nicely.

Master's voice behind me, makes me smile. "God, that dress is so sexy on you. Stand properly, my pretty black slut."

As I think him for the compliment, I turn towards him, straighten my back and spread my legs, standing straight before him. My hands go behind my back and I hold them loosely.

He walks up to me and reaches for my hair. For a few seconds he simply plays with it. And then he speaks to me. "Tonight, my black cunt will eat pussy."

I gulp audibly. "Yes, Master." I try and keep the eagerness out of my voice, but my Master knows me. He leans forward and reaches between my thighs, slapping both in direction for me to open them wider. When he runs his fingers between my pussy lips, we both now know how wet the prospect has already gotten me.

"Master's slut loves eating pussy, doesn't she."

"Yes, my Master." I whimper, arching against his fingertips.

He chuckles and removes his finger from my hot cunt. Moving his fingers to my lips, I greedily suck them clean.

The ride to Dave's is quite uneventful. As we get closer, I try and figure out what has happened. Pam, to my knowledge, is completely heterosexual. She never showed an interest in sex with another woman. However, I had no doubt that Master had noticed my interest in her.

By the time Master pulls into Dave's driveway, my pussy is sopping wet, just thinking of eating out Pam. As I walk to the door behind my Master, I can feel the moisture on my own pussy. When Pam opens the door, my clit heaves and again, I swallow audibly.

Pam has been directed to not dress at all. For the first time, I am seeing her naked and the sight comes close to making me tremble with desire. Her skin is darker than mine is by quite a bit and I am forced to think of ebony. With a will, I force myself to be patient and wait for Master to direct me to at long last touch this girls incredible body.

Greetings are exchanged and we are led into a room that makes me think of one of the old Masterpiece Theater sets. Dark oak surrounds us. Two large, overstuffed leather chairs are set at a slight angle in front of an honest to goodness roaring fire. Between the chairs is a small table on which is a decanter of brandy and two snifters, and before the fire is a white bear skin rug.

Dave does not even look at Pam when he tells her. "Serve us, slut." and while his tone is mostly loving, there is still something about it that tells me that Pam has in some way or another, displeased her Master.

When my Master and Dave have seated themselves, I take a position standing at his right hand, slightly behind him in the chair. Pam murmurs just before she goes to pour and it emphasizes to me that something is not exactly right.

The Masters talk softly in low voices. I do not try to hear, but I get the gist of why we are here. Pam and her Master had gotten into a disagreement about whether or not she would enjoy being with a woman or not. She insisted she was 'not like that' and would never succumb to the seduction of any woman.

Her Master disagreed and called my Master in order to borrow me.

I was here to help prove one of them right, and I strongly suspected which of them would win this argument.

My Master chuckled softly, no doubt suspecting exactly what I did. He glanced up at me and caught my eye. "Do your best, my Angel." he barely suppressed the humor in his voice.

Dave looked at Pam and, his voice deep and commanding, told her. "Stand on the rug, slut. Face us."

Pam looked for a moment as if she would protest, but after a moments hesitation, obeyed. She stood on the rug, turned and faced the men. To me she looked a bit like a Greek statue, ramrod straight, her objections obvious in every muscle.

With a nod, my Master directed me. "Begin when you are ready, my Angel."

Immediately I stepped out from behind the chair and walked to the edge of the rug. Then I paused and considered how I wanted to 'tackle' this problem. When my Master and I talked about Pam, I know he saw my desire for her in my eyes. I wanted her. But I had to be careful. She was reluctant, to say the least.

Slowly, I walked around her, giving her a wide berth, to make sure I did not brush up against her. I stood behind her, staring into the fire and collecting and rejecting various thoughts. The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fire.

Licking my lips, I made my decision and I turned slowly. I took three steps, which brought me as close to Pam as I could be without physically touching her with my breasts. I leaned forward and, when she felt my breath against her neck, she tensed.

"Did you know that I have wanted something like this ever since I first set eyes on you?" I whispered so low, I doubt the Masters could overhear me.

Pam gasped and I heard her breathe. "Why?" as quietly as I had.

I allowed a small smile to grace my lips. "You're beautiful, for one." I kept my voice very low and hoped the Masters would not demand I speak up. That would spook Pam, I was sure of it. "And you're smart and funny. Did I mention you were sexy as all hell?"

The sound that came out of her mouth next was a scoff which told me that she had many of the same self-esteem problems I had faced in the beginning days with my Master. Now I could bolster her up ... and perhaps even turn her on.

"I've fantasized about you." I breathe softly into her ear. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her eyes flick from her Master to mine. "Master knows how wet I get thinking of you. He's asked me what I would do to you if I had half a chance."

Again, Pam tensed visibly. She was afraid that, if I succeeded, she would become something horrible. I'd known girls like that before. In that way, she and I differed. I'd always been attracted to women as well as men.

Swallowing softly, I continued. "I would lean in and let you feel my breath on the back of your neck." exhaling, I know she could now feel it. "But I would ask things ... do what pleased you." and would please me, I added to myself.

Inhaling deeply, I shared a thought. "I would ask if you like having the nape of your neck kissed." I paused. "And if you've ever felt a pair as soft as mine, without the mustache hairs of your Master."

The last part of that must have been what set her giggling. However she did not reply, so instead of doing it, I simply moved on. "Then I would ask if you would mind if I brought my hands around to your breasts. If I kneaded, twisted and pulled at them the same way you would when you are masturbating."

I heard her swallow and knew I must have hit the top layer of paydirt. "Do you like soft kisses down your front, between your breasts. Would you like it if I did that even as I continued to pull at your tits?"

Now I heard a gulp. Progress.

"We are both dirty little sluts, Pam." I whispered. "Tonight is the first time I've seen you naked and ..." I sighed with my desire. "Can you smell how wet I am now I've seen your pussy? You're making my mouth water."

Pam inhaled then and I went on. "Can you imagine my hands on your clit. Stroking. Slapping?"

She whimpered and I almost cheered. I leaned closer. "Please. Let me show you how good it can be with a woman..."

For a moment, I feared I had spoken too soon and scared her off. But then she leaned back, very slightly. Just enough do bring her neck within range of my lips.

I kissed the nape of her neck and paused a moment to inhaled of her scent. Then I licked at her neck, slowly and sensuously. I felt her shudder under my tongue and I suppressed a smile. Opening my mouth slightly, I nipped softly at her neck.

Pam's breathing became the slightest bit heavier. Embolden, I took a step forward, pressing my tits to her back. My arms came forward and I just barely touched the skin on her hips with my fingers. Lightly, I ran my hand up her hips, along her side and to her tits, which I cupped in both of my hands.

"So soft." I whispered, feeling my clit pulse. Grabbing them harder, I pulled at them. Then I put both of her now hard nipples between my thumbs and my forefingers and twisted. Pam whimpered.

With a tug, I began turning her. I let go of her nipples and we moved so our Masters could see us from the side and we were face to face. Pam's nipples were so hard. Looking at them I gulped again and found myself wanting to get out of the tight, sheer dress I was wearing so I could feel her nipples against mine without even the thin fabric between us.

But I could not without the permission of my Master. I did not ask, however. As far as I was concerned, this was all for Pam. Master would know how hot it was making me and, as long as I was good, fuck me senseless later.

I came forward and brushed my chest against hers, as our faces came within half an inch of each other. Searching her eyes, I saw confusion and even a little fear. Licking my lips, I kept my voice low, but not as low as I had. The Masters were likely to hear me if they were listening and I had no doubt they were.

"May I kiss you, Pam?"

Shocking me, it was Pam who leaned forward, capturing my lips with hers instead of the other way around. I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me. The kiss was tentative at first, but when I slid my tongue into her mouth, she made no move to stop me.

My hands moved to her ass and gripped it tightly. I finally broke the kiss and began to nuzzle her neck. "You are so fucking hot." I breathed, even as I slipped my leg between both of hers. She resisted me a moment and then allowed it. I pressed the top of my thigh up and could feel her heat before I got there. "You're hot. And wet." I observed as my thigh spread her pussy lips and her wetness spread on my leg.

Pam raised her head and sighed a trembling sigh. "God." she breathed. "What's wrong with me?"

I moved one hand from her ass cheek, lowered my leg and slipped my hand where it had been. Her clit was hard, hot and slick under my fingers. "Nothing." I assured her, as I began to stroke her clit. "You feel just fine to me." I nipped her neck and she whimpered. With a slight smile I doubled the pressure and speed of my fingers on her clit.

She cried out and pressed into my hand, wanting more. I rubbed fast and furiously for another ten or fifteen seconds and, as directed on the way over by my Master, stopped.

Her reaction was immediate. "Please. Crystal. Please. Don't stop."

In an almost teasing voice, tinged with a bit of sorrow, I told her. "I do not have permission to fuck you, Pam. That is to say, your Master wants you to beg him permission for me to fuck you."

Pam's voice trembled. She was a stubborn black whore. Begging meant admitting she was wrong and she did not want to do that.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dave nod to my Master, who spoke through his amused chuckle. "Tease her, my slut." he commanded. "Encourage her to do what she wants to do."

"Yes, my Master." I replied as I looked deep into Pam's eyes. I slipped a single finger between her pussy lips and rubbed with a slowness that would have driven me insane. Directing my words to her, I started my teasing. "You're so wet. God, I can smell you." I brushed my lips against hers. "I can almost taste you, Pam." grinding my tits into hers, I continued. "Can you imagine it? My tongue on your slit? Licking ... sucking ..." I increased the speed of my finger just a touch. "Nipping that beautiful, black, clitty?"

She whimpered again. I had a way with words that was coming in quite handy now. "Imagine how my tongue deep in your pussy would feel, Pam. Sucking your juice. Backing my head away so I have room to give that clit a good, sharp slap..."

Pam moaned, but I avoided smiling. She opened her mouth and when she spoke, I felt my clit stand and cheer.

"Master." her voice was rough. "Please forgive me. I was wrong and you were right." she whimpered at the feel of my finger slowly teasing her clit. "I will like being fucked by a woman, Master. Please. Your slut begs you. Let Crystal fuck your slut, Master. Let her make me cum for you."

I could see Dave smirking. "I don't know..." he hedged, obviously enjoying the moment.

"Your black whore begs you, Master." and it came through in her voice. "I am so fucking wet, Master. She has me on the edge. Please, please, please! Master! She is so good Master."

Dave arched both of his eyebrows. "But she is a woman, my slut." he reminded her. "You don't like women."

When Pam turned to face her Master suddenly, my fingers slipped right off of her clit. But I knew it would be pulsing. Protesting the loss of contact. She dropped to her knees, her knees spread and her pussy lips glistening from the wetness I had brought about. Clasping her hands together, she began to plead.

"Master, your whore will do anything for you. Anything! You see how wet my black cunt is because of her! So right, Master! You were so right!"

The words made Dave laugh. He was vindicated. But his speech was not rushed. With a sidelong glance, he took my Master into his sight. "Would you mind of Crystal fucked my slut, Frank? Made her cum?"

I knew my Master was enjoying the teasing as much as anyone. "Well, Dave." he began, slowly. "I won't mind a bit. The question is ..." and he paused a moment. "How many times do you want my girl to make your girl cum?" he turned his eyes to me. "Aren't you supposed to be teasing someone, my cunt?"

I blinked and nodded. "Yes, my Master." I agreed and sank to my own knees. Permission had been granted. Now the Masters were negotiation a number.

Pam turned to me, her eyes frustrated. I leaned in and kissed her, turning her away and leaning her back as I did. Our kiss was deep and passionate, and my hand moved down her body to one of her tits, which I pinched.

"She really annoyed me." Dave was saying to my Master. "Part of me says Crystal should keep her on the brink for an hour and my whore doesn't cum at all."

While I had no problems with this idea, Pam whimpered and my Master laughed.

"Don't be cruel, Dave. Give her at least one."

My hand left Pam's tit and I slid down her body. Her thighs sprang open of their own volition and I settled between them. I inhaled deeply of her incredibly aroused pussy, but turned my head and only kissed her thigh.

Humming as if unsure, Dave soon sighed with what appeared to be mock resignation. As my tongue slid up her thigh to just graze her slick, dark cunt lips, he relented. "That's fair. But no more than three."

I backed up and slid my tongue up her other thigh, again touching her cunt lips when my own Master told me. "Make her cum, my black whore. But stop at three or when Dave calls an end to it."

Lifting my head, I spoke clearly. "Yes, my Master." and then raised my hand and slapped her clit, sharply.

"Thank you, Master!" Pam screamed with both gratitude and delicious pain. I lowered my head to her cunt and lapped her clit fast and furiously, alternating every few seconds with another sharp slap. In less than a minute Pam almost sat up screaming and begging "Oh, Master! Master! Fuck! Fuck! Please! Let me cum, Master! I'm begging you!"

I wasn't even beginning to pay attention to Dave's facial expression. At long last I was tasting Pam's cunt and loving every second of it. But I did listen carefully and when I heard his voice grant her with. "Cum, my bi sexual whore. Know a woman is making you cum!" I lowered my head and sucked her clit into my mouth, sucking her as hard as I often sucked my Master's cock.

Pam screamed her thanks to the ceiling as she came right then and there, arching her hips into my mouth. My own clit heaved and I knew I was sopping wet myself, even if I was still dressed. Of their own volition, my ass rose in the air as I rode her orgasm out with her.

She was just beginning to come down when I heard her Master bark. "No rest, bi cunt! Keep cumming!"

Gladly I began licking her cunt again, moaning at her taste. Pam could not speak as I licked hard and fast up her slit and then began tongue fucking her. She could only scream, and she did, beginning to writhe under me.

"Crystal, could you turn around. Almost like a sixty-nine. I need to get in there." Dave's voice came to me.

I knew what he meant and, my tongue still on Pam's clit, I moved my body, my head facing between her legs and my knees spread around her head. Spreading my legs made my clit beg again for some kind of attention and I moaned into her clit, causing it to spasm under my tongue.

I saw the hands on Pam's hips and knew they belonged to her Master. She obviously felt them too, because as they lifted her hips, she began begging again. "Yes! Please, Master. Fuck me! Fuck me while she licks me!"

Raising my head as he lifted her hips, I was watching him slide into his girl, just as I felt my own Master slap my inner thighs in his signal for me to open my legs further for him. I did it eagerly, begging in my turn. "Please, my Master. Fuck your dirty black whore while I eat this cunt!"

How I avoided cumming as my Master shoved up the little dress and slammed deep into me I don't know, but even as he was pulling out a little, I was begging him, even as I ate Pam's delicious cunt. "Master. I want to cum for you. It feels so good! God, Master. Please!" and mixed with my begging cane Pam begging for the same thing.

Our Masters gave us both permission in unison. "Cum for me, slut!" and we did, Pan thrusting her hips up and me thrusting back, trying to get my Masters incredible cock even deeper in my hot, wet cunt.

As I began to come down, I panted as I licked Pam's slit at the same frantic speed her Master was licking her at. But just as I thought Master might be done with me, his thrusts got harder and his balls began slapping into my hot and needy clit.

"Don't stop cumming, baby." he ordered. "I didn't give you permission to stop cumming.

Pam and I were in the same boat. Under orders not to stop cumming. "Yes, Master." I panted, feeling another orgasm coming up behind the first. I cried out when I felt the tongue ... Pam's tongue ... on my clit, licking it while my Masters balls slapped it. The sensation was too much and I barely had time to scream "I'm cumming again Master!" before I did, muffling my scream by covering Pam's clit with my tongue as it moved under it and her Master's cock slammed in and out of her.

All either of us could do is moan and lick each others turgid clits. Pam sucked mine into her mouth as I nibbled hers and then we switched. I sucked while she nibbled. Our hips gyrated in pleasure and inside of us, our Masters slammed harder and harder into us. They came within ten seconds of each other and paused before pulling out.




Frank's Angels Fantasy #005



I dived into the cream pie that was left for me, sucking greedily at Pam's cum soaked cunt. If I wasn't half blind with pleasure, I would have been shocked at Pam doing the exact same to my own cunt. We sucked at each other and shook with pleasure.

We hit our third orgasm together, sixty-nineing each other like two starving women. She felt so good with her mouth around my clit, sucking me so eagerly while my own mouth was filled with her juices mixed with her Masters.

Taking my mouth from her pussy was one of the hardest things I had ever done. I wanted to keep her cumming over and over again while I sucked her dry. But the Masters had limited her to three and I rolled off of her, resting a shaking hand on her leg.

I listened as she panted in post orgasmic bliss. "Thank you, Master. You were so right. I am a black bi sexual cunt who loves having her pussy eaten and eating pussy herself." she groaned softly. "I thank you so much for teaching me the error of my thoughts."

For my part, I lay smiling and panting, looking at my Master, who was smiling in pride at me.

"Good girl." he crooned. "Very good girl!"