0 comments/ 41637 views/ 1 favorites Leslie By: Oceans_minx She lay in the dark with her blindfold on and her wrists and ankles restrained. She tried to move her feet but her bonds were secure. There was no way she was going anywhere. She tried to remember how this happened. What had she done? Who was her captor? What did he want from her, and how on earth did he think that her Master was going to let him get away with this? Leslie had no doubt that her Master would come for her. He loved her, of that she was sure. He had promised her His protection. She knew He did not make promises that He did not intent to keep. Still it was dark and cold. She was naked, as her captor had cut her lovely masquerade ball gown that Master had picked for her. She nearly cried when he cut her dress, but she did not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her tears. She was a stubborn bitch; Master had told her that often enough. She tried again to loosen her bonds to no avail. They seemed to get tighter as she struggled. She tried to think about what her Master would want her to do in this situation and decided that He would want her to stop struggling, to be respectful and obedient, and hopefully would save her own ass in doing so. She lay still, trying hard not to move too much. She was so frightened she started shaking. She was cold, too. Then the tears started rolling down her cheeks. Leslie heard a noise in the hallway She stopped crying and listened. The door opened slowly and she heard soft padding towards the bed. Maybe if she pretended she was asleep this person would go away and leave her alone. She breathed softly and did not move. She felt the heat of someone's stare and wondered who it was. Someone's fingers started gently caressing her face. She didn't move. The same hand began moving down to her chest and then to her breasts. When the fingers circled her nipple and pinched, she gasped. "So you ARE awake!" the female voice said. Leslie was confused. A woman??? She turned towards the voice, looking perplexed. "Yes, dear, I am a woman." the voice stated. "I belong to He who took you for His pleasure. I am His as well. I will help you to get ready for Master's inspection." Again the fingers pinched her nipple. She cried out in pain. You better get used to that. If you can't take that then you really are in trouble. I am going to release your hands so you can wash up. Master likes His sluts to always be squeaky clean." Leslie's hands were released but her legs were still spread wide apart and tied at the ankles. Her eyes were still blindfolded and she was scared. She felt the hands attached to the voice moving down her body. She shivered as they slipped between her spread thighs. When she felt a finger move inside her she jumped. Again a giggle escaped the woman's mouth. "You'll get used to this and so much more." The woman said softly. Leslie knew that there was no way that she was ever going to get used to these strangers touching her. She was so frustrated at her predicament she wanted to scream. "My Master will find me and you will be sorry that you took me." Leslie said defiantly. She knew she should have kept her mouth shut when she felt a hand slap her breast extremely hard. She screamed. -2- "Insolent bitch" the woman said. "A word of advice--be wary of what you say because your words will be either your salvation or your undoing." She pushed two more fingers inside Leslie's exposed pussy. "Please, stop!" Leslie cried. The woman answered, "My Master says I am to train you to please Him, so that is what I am doing. I know you have this silly pride and pride will get you nowhere in this household except pain and lots of it. And just to let you in on a little secret....our Master LOVES to inflict pain. He has ways to torture that most men would die from in a few short minutes. But we, being women, can take so much pain. And we do it gladly when it is for someone we love. It makes our Master very aroused when He makes us hurt." she explained. "By the way, my name is Larissa and you are?" "I am Leslie." she answered. "And why do you keep referring to your Master as OUR master? He will never be my Master. I already belong to Someone. He will come looking for me. I know He will. I am His property and He will never let anyone just take what belongs to Him." Larissa answered, "If it makes you feel better to believe this then you go right ahead, slut. In the mean time you will serve my Master and anyone else of His choosing. If you are wise you will not resist. Plan on spending the rest of your life in Hell/Heaven, because you will find both here." "Now, slut, sit up and wash yourself. Make haste as we do not want to keep Master waiting." she demanded, as she released the girl from her bonds. Leslie sat up and Larissa placed a warm wet cloth in her hand. "Please, will you remove the blindfold so that I can see what I am doing?" Leslie begged. "I'm afraid not, silly girl. You will wear the blindfold until Master says it can be removed. Get used to it. I will help you to wash though." Larissa began washing her, starting at her face and working her way down. In spite of everything the warmth of the cloth and the gentle touch of the hands made Leslie moan just a little. "Aahh yes, little one, you do like that don't you?" Larissa chuckled. "In that case, relax, because you will love this. Leslie felt the hands moving lower on her body, back to her thighs which were still spread wide. She felt the warm, wet washcloth move between her legs. In spite of herself she moaned again. She felt the woman's finger begin rubbing her clitoris. "Oh my God, please stop!" Leslie cried, embarrassed at her predicament and her obvious arousal. "Hahahaha" Larissa laughed. "No, not yet. I'll stop when I've had my fun." Leslie lay in the dark and tried not to feel what this strange woman was doing. As hard as she tried to ignore what Larissa was doing to her, her pussy was starting to get very wet. Her clit was feeling so good. It was starting to swell. Leslie began moving her head from side to side. Then without warning Larissa removed her fingers and replaced them with her tongue. She began moving her tongue all over and then pulled the clit between her teeth and began sucking. Leslie screamed and her hips began bucking up against the invading tongue. All of a sudden they both heard a voice and everything froze. "I trust my well trained pet and my new little whore are having a good time in my absence?" Larissa slowly stood up. "I am sorry Sir, I thought -3- You wanted her wet for Your inspection." He moved into the room a little more. "No, no, continue, pet. I will let you know when it's time to stop." Larissa plunged her tongue between Leslie's spread thighs again slipping it deep into her aching vagina. Again Leslie moaned deep inside her belly. "Ah, I see the whore likes when her pussy is licked." He said, amused. He wandered over to the head of the bed where Leslie lay with her eyes blindfolded, unable to see her captor. His hand found her nipple and twisted it painfully. Leslie groaned. He then reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair yanking her head back. "You pathetic little whore, you will learn to serve Me and My needs without question. You will be at My beck and call always. I will control EVERYTHING that you do. You will not even breathe without My permission. I will hurt you as I see fit. You will come to crave My pain. I will use your cunt when I choose. I will use your ass everyday for the rest of your life. And without fail, every morning your mouth will service My cock or the cock of whomever I choose to give you to the night before. If you fail in any of these tasks you will be punished severely. I trust Larissa has told you of My penchant for inflicting pain? I will tell you this: the more it hurts you, the better I will feel. Oh, and traditional methods bore me," He said with a boyish grin. "I will give you pain you never thought it possible to endure. So either way I will be satisfied--whether you fail in your tasks or not, but it will go better for you if you never let Me down. He looked at Larissa busily licking Leslie's pussy. "Stop now, pet." He commanded. Larissa immediately stopped and stood up. Leslie was so close to her release she let out a little cry of dismay. He chuckled "I think the whore thought she was going to cum. "Yes, Sir," Larissa giggled. "Not very bright is she, Larissa?" "No, Master, she is not" she answered. "Indeed" He said matter-of-factly. But she will learn that her release is only granted as a reward, not a right." He turned back to Leslie, "I even control your orgasms. You will see that pain comes in many forms. I will often bring you to the brink of heaven and then watch you spiral into hell. Only when you have been exceptional in your duties will you be allowed to reach heaven, and furthermore I will enjoy immensely watching your pathetic attempts to manipulate Me into giving you your release. I will enjoy your pain. I will enjoy your desperation. I will enjoy your humiliation. All of this will make you serve Me better. Larissa can tell you, pet, that when she is allowed her release, it is a crushing orgasm Her insides cave. It will be the kind that you do not recover from for a long, long time, and it will be so good that you will beg Me to allow you to serve Me better. You will beg for more tasks. And if you have been faithful in your duties I just may allow you more opportunities to serve. Until then I will have My other slaves bring you to the point of physical pain, needing to cum. In this way you will be well trained so that when I say cum, bitch, you will cum--on the spot. If even once you have an orgasm without permission your body will be whipped almost beyond -4- that which a human can bear. And the slut who gives you the orgasm will be punished in the same manner. As He spoke, He walked back and forth, watching His new property's face, enjoying the look of fear and desolation, which she wore. "Also, you are on the merit system. If you see someone doing anything they are not supposed to do and you tell Me, you will be given a great reward. If you do not tell Me and someone else does and reports that you knew about it as well, you will be severely punished. There will be NO secrets from Me. Is that understood? Leslie nodded. Slappppppppppppppppp!!!!!! Leslie's head nearly spun on its axis. "Do not EVER answer Me with a nod of your head, you fucking little whore!!!!! I will be addressed as Master at all times. Do you understand Me, bitch?" he growled. "Yyyyess Mmmaster," Leslie stammered. "Good, now finish getting washed. I want you in My chamber in 30 minutes. I want you to be clean and well groomed and ready to serve My needs, is that clear?" "Yes, Master, I will be there" Leslie replied. "Good. Larissa remove the blindfold when you have finished bathing her and lead her to My wing." "As You wish, Milord." she replied. He turned and strode out of the room. "Leslie, you heard Him. You have to do as He says. If you resist Him You will be hurt. I don't know why I should care one way or another, but I don't want you to get hurt. So just do as He says. One day you will learn to love Him. You will do all you can to please Him. The sooner you forget the past, the better off you will be." Larissa said softly. As she spoke she finished washing Leslie. "Alright, you are clean. Let's go. It's time to go see Master. She reached behind Leslie's head and removed the blindfold. Leslie struggled to see. When her eyes cleared she looked at her surroundings. There was one large bed and nightstand. There was one window and two doors. There was a fireplace on one wall that was unlit. She turned and looked at her captor. Larissa smiled at her. Leslie looked at the small woman. She knew she couldn't be more than 25. Her hair was coal black and hung to her waist. She was small and very fragile looking. Leslie wondered how this young woman could withstand the beatings of her Master. She wore a green wool dress to the floor. Leslie looked down at her own nakedness. "Don't worry, you wouldn't have clothes on for long anyway," Larissa stated. "Follow me," she ordered. Leslie followed Larissa out of the room, down a long hallway into a large foyer. They began climbing a huge, wide staircase. Leslie was very embarrassed by her nakedness in this strange house. They walked down another long hallway and stopped in front of two heavy oak doors. Larissa knocked gently. "Enter" they heard a deep voice say. Larissa pushed open the doors and said, "Milord, I have brought You Your slut, Sir." "Excellent, My pet." He said, very pleased with the new slave. "Please leave us, Larissa." "Yes, Master." she replied. As she turned to leave, Master said, "Pet, you -5- have pleased Me very well. You will be rewarded." "Oh, thank You, Master, it makes me so happy to have pleased You," she exclaimed. "Good girl, now go." He said. Quickly, she left the room, closing the heavy doors behind her. Leslie looked at the floor, unable to meet His gaze. "Look at Me, little one." He commanded. She looked up at Him. He smiled at her and she smiled back. "See, that was not so hard now, was it?" Leslie remained silent. She drank in the sight of Him. Lord, but He was handsome, she thought. He was very tall and powerfully built. She was sure He could crush her with one hand. "Come over to Me," He said, softly. Leslie slowly walked over to the chair that Master was sitting in. She stood before Him, again unable to look Him in the eye. "Kneel, girl." He commanded. Obediently, she knelt where He pointed. Her head remained bowed. She felt His hand pull her head up by her chin, to look in His eyes. She looked into the eyes that she just knew were going to be cold and soul-less. What she saw surprised her. He had beautiful, warm, blue eyes, which were—she thought, actually twinkling. He smiled at her again. She quickly forgot all the things he had said to her earlier which convinced her He was a monster, and found herself smiling warmly at Him. Quickly His smile faded as He grabbed her by a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. She gasped as His mouth breathed the words, "you are My whore and My toy for life, and I'm going to play with you very, very roughly." He pushed her away and told her to get on her hands and knees. She quickly complied, completely embarrassed and humiliated by her position. He knelt in front of her face and placed a wide leather collar around her neck. "You are My pet, now and that is how you will behave." He said. "You are going to be My little puppy dog until I say otherwise. You will crawl on your knees. Unless I tell you otherwise, you will not stand on your feet, is that clear?" He asked. "You will crawl whenever and wherever I say. And when I tell you, you will fetch whatever I tell you to fetch. You will present your body to Me naked at all times and available for my use. You will lay down when I tell you to lay down, and My little puppy-pet, you WILL do tricks for Me. Now crawl over to the bed, little bitch, we are going to have some fun with My new toy." Leslie crawled quickly over to the bed and knelt there, sitting back on her heels, waiting for Master's instructions. Master walked over to the bed and circled her, watching her closely. He looked at her nipples and noted how they were hard as little pebbles. He wondered if she was cold or if she was excited by the prospect of performing for Him. "Leslie, when you kneel and lean back on your heels, you must spread your legs wide. You must NEVER hide your cunt from your Master. It must ALWAYS be open and completely exposed to Me. Additionally, you must clasp your hands behind your back and push your breasts out for Me to view. I require that you always be in this position when you are motionless and waiting for instructions. Is this clear to you? Is there anything you don't understand? If so speak now as this is your only chance. If you say -6- nothing, I will assume you understand all I have said and any infraction of the rules hereafter will be a result of disobedience, not ignorance. "Sir," Leslie said quietly. "What is it, pet?" He answered. "Sir, my Master…He will come looking for me." Master began chuckling. "Didn't anyone tell you, slut? I own you now. Your Master used you to pay off a gambling debt. Haha!! I thought he was going to pay his debt with one of his prize horses. He decided his horses were worth more. That might be why he only had one slave. Because he did not treat his slaves well. Do you know how many slaves I have, pet? I have fourteen slaves. FOURTEEN!! Ask any one of them if they would like to leave. I can guarantee that the answer will be no." Leslie listened to what he said. Her tears rolled down her cheeks when she heard his words. She had thought he loved her, yet he just tossed her aside. She was so confused. She just wanted to go someplace and be alone with her misery. He seemed to understand that and did something that she thought was out of character for him. He pulled her into His arms and kissed her head gently. He wiped her tears with his fingers. "Leslie," he said. "You will be happy here if you obey the rules. It is not a bad life. You will be well cared for and well loved. You will earn human status quickly if you follow the rules." Leslie replied, "Thank You, Master, for Your kindness, Sir. Your humble servant wishes to serve You however You see fit." "Tonight, dear pet, you will sleep in Master's bed. I will protect you and keep you warm. Tomorrow night will be a much different story, but we do not need to discuss tomorrow tonight." He stood up and told Leslie to climb upon the bed. She tried to climb up as He had instructed but needed Him to push her up, which he did. He removed His clothes, watching her eyes watching Him. When He removed His pants, her eyes widened in shock. She licked her lips absentmindedly., drinking in the sight of His massive cock. Even her Master's cock was not so large. This man's cock was beautiful, and she found herself wondering what it would taste like. He stood by the bed stroking His cock, as He watched her eyes. Her wide-eyed, shameless staring at His cock was causing it to grow very big and hard. "Lie on your back with your legs apart." She turned over and lay on her back and spread her legs. "Wider, slut. Spread them wide and open your pussy with your fingers. I want to see what is mine." Leslie did as she was told, spreading her pussy lips open and feeling her own wetness. "Slide your finger in your cunt, bitch. Touch yourself. Show me your obedience." Leslie was so humiliated. She didn't want to do this, but she was afraid not to. His voice, His presence, His control of her was intoxicating. She could no more deny Him this pleasure than she could deny herself oxygen. She slid her finger deep inside her dripping pussy and began moving it in and out. She was watching Him closely, watching Him stroke His giant cock. Her eyes were glazed over with passion and she wanted to beg Him to let her touch His cock. "You want this cock, don't you, -7- My little whore." He said, His breath ragged. "Master, please let me touch Your cock." Leslie pleaded. "Let me pleasure You, Milord." He could not stop Himself. He pounced on her without warning, and shoved His cock in her pussy, feeling its burning heat and slippery wetness engulf Him. A loud moan escaped her lips as He began thrusting faster and deeper into her welcoming vagina. His hand found her left breast and He began kneading her nipple between His thumb and forefinger. She cried out as His fingers pinched and twisted her nipple. He whispered in her ear, "You are My fuck-toy. I am going to enjoy breaking your stubborn will. Before long you will come to enjoy the pain I inflict on you. You will be my pain-slut. You will beg me to hurt you. I will oblige you often, My little whore." Leslie This is a short tale about me and my older lover - the first time we met. She owns me... It was raining lightly today and at last the buds had popped from the trees, a light green of spring beginning to adorn the streets. But none of that mattered to me. My body was trembling as I stood in Leslie's living room, facing her as she sat on the chair. It was a moment I'd been eagerly anticipating for the last week, ever since our chance meeting at the cafe. It had been fairly busy in the precinct and I'd asked if she'd minded me sitting at her table. The way she glanced up and then did a double-take as she saw me made my heart beat a little faster. I hadn't seen that sort of look for some time but I recognised it instantly. This was a woman who was into other women. And she wanted me... It turned out that she was ten years older than me—thirty-eight—but that only added to the attraction on both sides. We were both turned on by the younger and older theme. I'd known that the instant her gaze had found mine. In my case, my first lover had been much older than me. She hadn't been particularly attractive in a conventional sense, but she had been persistent, dominant, and she'd known exactly what she'd wanted. She was everything I'd ever wanted and I'd been searching for another woman like her ever since. Now, fate had decreed that I'd found her. She told me later that the thought of being with someone younger had always haunted her sexual fantasies. Her niece had often featured in her masturbatory moments, when they would do wonderful, naughty, and taboo things together. Even during that first getting-to-know-you meeting in the cafe, she confided that she masturbated regularly, recognising instantly that her lewd words found their way between my thighs. When she confessed that she occasionally enjoyed multiple orgasms, and that she usually became so sensitive she just had to press her clitty hard and hold it like that, I'd almost cum there and then. Don't ask me how we had ended up talking so openly, so sexually, because even now I can't remember. It just seemed so natural. Then she had asked my preferences—did my body shiver and quake at being commanded, did my nipples harden instantly when touched, did I get wet when I was told I was a slut. And all of the time, her toes ran up my leg under the table, promising me everything when she eventually got me home... She telephoned me midweek to invite me to her house at the weekend when her husband was away. I'd agreed instantly, of course. Then she'd confided that her robe was open as she was talking to me, that she was pressing her breasts together and drooling on them as we spoke, making them slippery as she held them in her hands—and offering them to the empty chair in front of her, imaging that I was sitting there. I had instantly cum—hard—at the images her soft voice created. Right now, she was sitting beside that same chair, watching me closely, in the same robe that she had described to me. We hadn't spoken much—yet—but we both knew I was hers to do with as she wished. That she was a substitute high school and junior high teacher only made her more desirable. How wonderfully wicked. So was the fact she often thought about her niece, and that sometimes an interaction with a student sparked a particular interest. She had always dreamed of having a sweet young girl who lost herself in her emerging slutty lust, one who was helpless other than to obey her touches and commands. That girl was me. Yet it wasn't quite that simple. She also knew of the dangers of such a liaison, that society was so judgemental about things sexual, and that—as a married woman with such a respected job—she had so much to lose. Her husband was straight laced, and although it wasn't terrible, their sex life lacked the edge she knew she had inside her. Of course she didn't want to risk her marriage—she hadn't been with another woman in years, not since a few years after college, before she was married—but what choice did she have? She was craving the need again... The thought that she wanted me—me!—was such a turn on. I'd played with myself every night since that first moment we'd met, thinking about her words and their meaning. Leslie was craving it, craving me, craving Rach! She'd said she wasn't a 'pretty' woman and yet I found her the most desirable being on God's earth. And right now, the whole of my body was trembling as I stood infront of her, watching as her gaze swept across my figure, her tongue wetting her lips. Her warm cozy robe had drifted open a little as she lifted one leg up onto the hassock and it was impossible to keep my eyes away. But then she caught me looking... "Look at my eyes, Rachal," she softly told me. "Nowhere else ... just look at my eyes. Watch them as they travel down your body, resting on your breasts, clearly looking at one and then the other, before returning to meet your gaze." My nipples began to ache longingly at her words. When she nodded her head at my breasts, I knew it was a silent instruction. I raised my hands to my white blouse, flicking open one button after another, continuing to watch her eyes as I eventually pulled the blouse out of my skirt and allowed it to slide down my shoulders and float down onto the carpet. She smiled again, even though she was shaking her head. "Oh, my dear, I see you have chosen to wear a bra today. No wonder I couldn't see the shape of those delicious nipples through your blouse. But I can see them now, pushing through the fabric. In future when you come to see me, the only bra you may wear is a shelf bra, so that they always ride above the cups, always slide against the fabric of your clothing, and are always available to be caressed, made ready for me. Do you understand, Rachal?" I nodded affirmatively, trying desperately to obey her instructions to maintain eye contact even though her robe had now fallen far enough open to fully expose herself. Was it my imagination or could I see, in the periphery of my vision, that her fingers had crept to the tuft of dark hair she maintained above her nether lips, combing and tugging it while she spoke. "Unzip your skirt, precious one," she spoke again, her breath a little raspy. "Show me the decoration you've worn for me today ... how you've wrapped up that pretty package. Show me." Her urgency was such a turn-on. She needed to see me. Was she going to taste me? Was I going to taste her? I already knew the answer to each question. Taking a step closer, my hands went to the zip of my short black skirt, easing it downwards and then allowing the garment to pool at my feet. The right strap of my bra fell from my shoulder and I left it there while Leslie nodded approvingly at the delicious skimpiness of my plunging black thong. I slowly did a full turn so that she could savour the sight of my tight ass, loving the heated gaze it brought to her eyes. "Exquisite, darling," she praised as her fingers began to provocatively move between her thighs, "Now the rest." Oh my God, she was masturbating... With a swallow, I instantly obeyed. I wanted—needed—this wonderfully sexual woman to see my nakedness. I unhooked the front fastener, allowing my full breasts to bounce free and cupped them in front of her. When her hand began to move faster, my large nipples hardened further. Keeping my gaze on hers, I eased my thumbs into the waistband of the thong and pulled it over the gentle curve of my hips and down over my thighs. Standing in only my lacy-topped thigh-highs, I felt liberated. "Do you know what this is?" I cheekily asked, gesturing to my body. "What is it, darling?" she asked, eagerly leaning forward as she sensed my answer. "It's yours." Leslie's pupils dilated as her smile widened. "Indeed it is," she purred. "Now pull your nipples out to the sides so I can see how it changes the shape of your breasts, Rachal." My breath almost caught in my throat as I followed her direction. Could she tell how aroused I was? "That's it darling," she softly murmured. "Now tug them, twist them just a little ... yes, like that..." I gasped as the delicious sensations worked their way from my nipples to my clit. I was ready to cum already. "Come here, Rachal," she suddenly directed. I moved forward that one final step, spreading my legs as I stood in front of her and opening my nether lips to show her my wetness. Her hungry gaze took in the glistening drops as they formed. It was quiet time, sensual time, giving time, filled with the aromas of our bodies and with the little kitten sounds from our throats punctured by our raspy breathing. When I lowered myself to straddle her thigh, I almost fainted at the delicious friction of skin on skin. Leslie's hand had begun to work between her legs again and this time I couldn't draw my eyes away from her, even as I rubbed my baby-smooth sex—once, twice—on her thigh. That was all it took. I came instantly, covering her thigh with my girl-juices as I shrieked out my climax in the all consuming way I always did. Even when I tried to be quiet, I was noisy. Leslie's eyes narrowed in lust as she avidly listened to my moans and watched as the orgasmic tremors flooded through me. When they eventually began to subside, she removed the fingers from between her thighs and offered them to my lips. I took them into my mouth, sucking each one clean as if I was giving head to a cock. "That's it, darling," she sexily murmured, curling her fingers in my mouth. She hooked two of them behind my teeth so that I had to slide to my knees between her spread thighs. Her head tilted forward as she took my hanging breasts in her palms, squeezing them gently as her lips found mine. We kissed—softly, lightly—and I heard her murmur her approval as I nibbled on her lower lip. "Open your mouth," she told me, and then dribbled saliva from her mouth to mine. I sucked it inside before opening my lips wider, letting her see me run her saliva around the inside of my mouth before swallowing. She dribbled even more inside, passing her fluids to me in the sexiest way imaginable. My distended nipples were hard in her hands, grazing against her warm palms as she moved her hands back and forth on my breasts. Cupping, squeezing, mashing... Then both hands had left me, wrapping themselves in my hair as she pulled my head to her chest. "I do think I'm perspiring," she told me, "Why don't clean all around my breasts darling, like a cat would clean itself." I felt the heat between my thighs at the first touch of my tongue on her skin. I lapped between her breasts to begin with, loving the salty taste, and then moved my tongue slowly around each breast, occasionally flicking across, up and along the delicious curve but then returning to the path she'd instructed me. My hand dropped between my thighs as I licked at her skin—her personal cat, there to lap at her as instructed—arousing myself further as if the delicious feel and taste of her wasn't enough. Eventually, when every inch of skin was glistening with my saliva rather than her perspiration, she cupped both breasts and offered her nipples to me. I took them eagerly—sucking, licking and lapping all at once—suckling like a baby. When she held them apart, I followed the movement and alternately sucked on one and then the other, loving their hardness between my lips. My eyes found hers as I drooled over them, my saliva pouring from between my lips, sliding over her warm flesh, curling around her nipples and then slowly, very slowly, dripping down onto her belly. My tongue followed, tracing downwards, following the saliva-stream towards its inevitable destination. Her musky aroma and the lewd sight were overwhelming. "Now, darling..." she gently encouraged as she opened her nether lips with one hand and pulled my mouth to her glistening folds with the other. "I want you to show Leslie exactly how much you need her." Leslie and I My wife Leslie and I had been married for five years. We had an amazing sex life. We were always trying something new...toys, blindfolds, threesomes, and even some public playing. Our latest fun involved emailing new fantasies and sexy photos to each other's cell phone when we knew they were someplace important like in a meeting, or talking to a customer. One of the emails that she sent me was that secretly she wanted to visit a strip club with me. At the end of my shift, I jumped in the car and drove over to her work. I caught her just as she was about to get into her car to go home. She was wearing a conservative skirt and blouse with a pair of heels that were definitely sexier then you would usually see in an office like hers. "Where are we going?" she asked. "Did you read my last email?" "No. I didn't get a chance to." She pulled out her phone and read it. It said that one of my fantasies went hand in hand with hers. I wanted to see her dance on an amateur night. When she finished reading, she turned and looked at me. "Tonight? Honey, I've never stripped before. I'm not dressed for it; I don't have an outfit, I ...I..." She stammered. I laughed as I turned into the valet parking line at the local strip club. She nervously followed me into the club, her cheeks were red, and I knew that her panties were getting wet with anticipation. We signed her up at the bar, and the bartender gave her the rules. She could strip as far as she wanted to go, but no penetration, and no physical contact with the customers. She was the fifth one to dance in the contest out of nine girls that night. I thought she did great. She put on quite a show for it being her first time. She stripped down to her panties, and danced very closely to the customers while she teased and flirted with them. There was a lot of money on the stage when she was done, but some of the crowd booed a little when they realized that her panties weren't coming off. I watched her routine from the bar, and the bartender asked me if it was her first time dancing. When I told him it was he said that she did great for a rookie. When they brought the girls back up on stage to announce the winner, Leslie wasn't even in the top 3. She looked disappointed about not winning, but she did get quite a round of applause. She came over and sat down next to me. She had put her skirt and blouse back on, but her bra was missing. "Honey, you did great! You definitely made my cock hard!" I told her giving her a hug. "Thanks, Baby! I'm surprised I got a lot of applause though. I didn't think I did that well." The bartender spoke up, "Sweetie, it was your first time, and I'll admit that if I was wearing any panties under these shorts, they would be wet. You did great!" "Do you want to head home? I asked Leslie. "Not yet. I want to stay and watch for a while. Maybe I can pick up some pointers." We sat at the bar for a while, and as each dancer would finish, they would come over and compliment Leslie on her performance. They would hug her, hold her hand, a couple of them even gave her a kiss on the cheek. Eventually as the crowd thinned out, we moved up to the front row by the stage, and some of the dancers started giving Leslie and I a lot of their attention. One of them even pulled Leslie up on stage. My cock was rock hard watching her give my wife the sexiest lap dance I have ever seen. I couldn't believe it when she gave Leslie a long wet kiss. Leslie and I had done a couple of threesomes before, but I had never seen her get into a kiss with another woman the way she did on that stage. About a half an hour before closing time, I looked around and watched the last of the customers other then Leslie and I leave. The bartender took the opportunity to lock the door so that no more customers would come in. The music kept playing, and the dancers kept coming out, but the DJ wasn't announcing them anymore. I turned and saw that he, the two bouncers, and the manager were sitting at a table towards the back, and each was getting a lap dance that looked more like fucking then dancing. Cindy, one of the dancers that had been talking with Leslie a lot came over and sat on Leslie's lap. She looked at me for a second and then said, "You know, for a married guy, you seem to be pretty OK with us playing with your wife. That's pretty hot." She turned and then kissed Leslie. After they broke the kiss, she leaned over and kissed me. I could see Leslie out of the corner of my eye stand up and reach between Cindy's legs to play with her pussy. Cindy moaned into my mouth. She stood, and turned to Leslie, and told her to lay on the stage. Cindy pushed Leslie's skirt up around her waist and started eating Leslie's pussy. I just stood there for a second before two of the other dancers took me by the hand and led me over to one of the couches. They removed my pants, and began giving me a tag-team blowjob. I was lost in lust and felt almost paralyzed as I saw the Manager and one of the bouncers walk up to the stage where Leslie was. The manager got between her legs as Cindy got up on stage and straddled her face. The manager took off his pants and slid his cock into my wife! He smiled over at me as he began fucking her while she ate Cindy's pussy. I started to get up to go get him off my wife when the bartender, Martina, appeared from behind us and straddled me on the couch. She kissed me and lowered her pussy onto my cock and slowly began grinding on me. I looked past her at my wife as Cindy stood up. Leslie looked at me with lust glazed eyes and smiled. That was her telling me that she was ok, so I turned my attention back to Martina. As she ground her pussy into me, another dancer stood up on the couch and lowered her pussy onto my mouth. I licked and sucked her pussy while Martina rode me first hard and fast and then slow and purposeful. I heard the manager groan out loud as he came, since I couldn't see them, I could only imagine that he was filling my wife. Then I heard Leslie tell the bouncer that it was ok if he wanted to fuck her too. Martina shouted as she came on my cock and slumped down onto me. The pussy on my mouth came and then got off of me. I picked up Martina and carried her over to the stage, laying her down like Leslie was. The bouncer was now pounding Leslie's pussy with a very large cock, while she screamed and writhed under his body. The dancer that was sitting on my face now climbed up onto the stage and laid down on Martina so they could kiss and rub their tits together. I now had the option of two beautiful pussies to fuck. I took turns fucking one and then the other as they moaned into each other's mouth. The bouncer screamed as he came into my wife's stretched pussy. He stepped back to admire his work. There was my wife laying on the stage, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her blouse laying on the stage in a pile with a dancer's panties, and two loads of cum running out of her pussy. Cindy crouched between her legs and proceeded to clean the cum from her pussy, and Leslie came yet again. I began fucking Martina harder, and the dancer that was laying on her and kissing her now got up and turned her attention to Martina's clit and my cock. Every stroke, I could feel her tongue on my cock and see her flicking it over Martina's clit. We were both moaning out loud, and Martina began squeezing my cock with her pussy. It was just too much for me, after watching everything that had been going on, my orgasm had finally fought its way through the alcohol in my system. I screamed and filled Martina's pussy with a huge load of cum. I came so hard that when my orgasm finished, I stumbled back into a chair, and watched Martina slowly get up, and lower her dripping pussy onto my wife's waiting mouth. Leslie cleaned my cum from Martina's pussy while Cindy finished cleaning her pussy from the two loads of cum. I sat and watched this sexy picture in front of me and wished I had a camera so I could prove that this wasn't a dream. Slowly my cock began to stiffen back up while I watched this. Cindy noticed it and walked over to me. She didn't say a word as she settled her pussy onto my cock. Cindy began bucking on my cock. It felt like we were putting on a show for everyone. My wife, the bouncers, the manager, the bartender, and about six other dancers all watched while Cindy and I fucked each other as hard and as wild as we could. Cindy came, and came again, screaming and whipping her hair around like she had lost control. She started pounding her pussy into my cock and I could feel my balls tightening one more time. I unleashed my second huge load for the night into Cindy as she screamed, and then fell forward into my arms, spent. I could feel our juices leaking out of her, down balls, and onto the floor. We all cleaned up the mess we had made before Leslie and I headed home. The manager gave us an open invitation to come back any time we wanted to, free of cover, and said that Leslie could dance whenever she wanted. We have gone back quite a few times and Leslie has become quite the dancer, but now, when we go, we take the video camera with us. Not for her dancing, but for our performances after the club closes.