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Reclaiming My Sex Life Ch. 02

By: LaPatitMort



Andrea and I exchanged almost daily emails for what turned out to be a three-month stay away from home. She was making marvelous strides at her new job. The five guys respected her talent and loved not having to be involved in the business side of their now growing profitable company. She was asking me fewer and fewer questions. Her confidence was soaring. Andrea even wrote of a stupid mistake she made and laughed at herself. The oldest partner, the senior Jim, had introduced her to one of his friends and they were really hitting it off. 

At first she had been reluctant to tell me all about her new love, thinking I would be hurt.

I worked hard to word my emails to let her know how special she was to me but that I always knew I was too old for her and that I knew the intimate part of our relationship would only be temporary.

A week before I returned home, one of Andrea's emails was a book. She was worried about her long-time friend, Cortney, and asked if I would just take Cortney out for dinner a couple of times to cheer her up. The story was fascinating.

Cortney had trusted and lived for one man for five years. She was a natural submissive and he was her Master in the truest soft Dom/sub traditions. For some reason he had raised the ante. He began to hurt, bruise and degrade her in ways that were beyond the limits they had set. When he left, he left her destitute with no place to live. Now she was very depressed, convinced that she was a horrible woman and unworthy of a man. She couldn't get motivated enough to find a secretarial job and put her substantial skills to work. Andrea felt that Cortney had lost touch with reality and may now even be suicidal. 

Andrea described occasions where Cortney could almost reach orgasm from the voice and suggestions of her Master. She said, how Cortney trusted him enough to never question his demands. She described a drunken party where her Master was bet $100 that outwardly shy Cortney would not strip naked in front of everyone. Not only did she strip but she stayed that way, glued to her Master's side, all night as he touched every inch of her when ever he wanted. Andrea said by the end of the evening, the heat and desire that radiated off Cortney had all the party going couples so turned on that the party broke up early. Now three years later, the women still talk about how hotly they were fucked when they got home. I sent Andrea my reply:

Andrea,

Since you have abandoned me for someone younger and hotter, I'll need someone to talk to. Maybe Cortney will have a very private playful dinner with you and me at an unusual place I know outside of town. Tell her a little about me and see if she's game. I get home Tuesday. Dinner would be great Friday night, 7p.m. Tell me all of Cortney's favorite foods and everything you can about her. You dress semiformal for the evening, no slacks. Make sure Cortney dresses in a light blue, flared, puffy, little girl's skirt and a thin low cut white top. If the timing works for the two of you, please advise."

                   John

The return email really got me dreaming and compromised my effectiveness at work. 

John,

It's a date. Don't scare the hell out of my friend. You know I'm not into girls but Cortney is beautiful. She is about 5'6", thin around 125 pounds, auburn hair, green eyes, no freckles, body shaved clean, never seen her fingernails or toenails with chipped polish, husky voice, very limber, never been married, never had kids, 40, cannot take birth control pills, is physically very healthy, wants a baby very much, intelligent but definitely not ambitious, hard working, interested in almost everything, good cook, small breasts, nipples always hard, seems too clean, never heard about any family, not good alone, shy with strangers. She used use to be talkative, naughty and fun with me. Right now she is more than hurt; she is crushed. There doesn't seem to be any life in her eyes. They use to always sparkle.

Andrea



Years ago I loaned my little sister a lot of money to buy a big old house and get into a business. She was very secretive, always telling me that I would not approve. I wanted to know more because she was unusually successful; the monthly cash and check always surprised me. Finally I discovered her business. Mistress Anne owned the "Dungeon of Delights." Sis was so happy and excited when I did not judge her and showed interest that she talked my ear off for hours and asked for my help on the business end. She taught me a lot but generally the "Dungeon" bored me. 

Mistress Anne helped me plan and arranged everything for the fantasy evening - the fine food, the private dungeon, the two females and the two males to help and my list of equipment. She had even called Andrea and told her how to act and to go along with what ever happened. The evening was going to be an experience for us all to remember. Neither woman had any clue about what to expect. Andrea probably had a few ideas, especially after I told her to change the date if Cortney wasn't fertile during our special evening.

Promptly at seven, Andrea and Cortney rang the buzzer on private entrance #2, Mistress Anne opened the outside door and ushered them into the anteroom, took their coats and nudged them through the second door into a pitch black room. She left them there, loudly locking the door behind her.

A dim spot light illuminated a well-set formal table for two about five steps in front of the two slightly frightened women. I was dressed completely in black with a black scarf around my head and a black eye mask. My shoes were lifted four inches towering my normal 6'2" over both my 5'6" subjects. For an extra disguise, I had chemically lowered my voice. They both jumped when I moved from the darkness and welcomed them, "I'm so very glad that the two of you chose to have dinner with me tonight."

Andrea questioned, "James?"

"Tonight, we are here for a wonderful meal. However, in this place, to avoid any unpleasantness you both will respectfully address me as 'Sir James.'

Andrea snickered, trying to maintain control and said, "James, what is this place."

"Because you are new, I will answer your question and allow you that one disrespectful slight. You had better get Cortney to explain to you what the 'Sir' denotes. Look about you."

I turned on a powerful flashlight and moved it quickly about the room, pausing on items I had selected for shock value. I highlighted a large selection chains and manacles, a stock, a rack, a cage, a selection of paddles, a table of electric sex toys, a collection of dildos and the two shadowy female assistants.

Andrea resisted again, "What the hell is all this? We were invited for dinner."

Anne emerged from the shadows with two very light skinned muscular men. Each man was clad only in black speedo trunks and a black hood. The three hustled the struggling Andrea into the darkness. A door firmly slammed and her complaining voice could no longer be heard.

"Let's begin our lovely dinner, Cortney. Please sit here. I have had all your favorite dishes prepared."

We started with individual cheese plates and a light wine to spur our conversation. "Cortney, because we do not know each other, I want you to feel free to talk to me openly."

The cheese was almost gone before she spoke. "Sir James, did you know Andrea well?"

Cortney could hear a heavy door open. She heard a rattle of chains and could feel someone approaching. Andrea was nude except for her chains. Her head was lowered and she carried two small beautiful crisp salads. She sniveled as she meekly approached and properly served the salads and cleared the cheese plates and used wine glasses.

I stood and walked behind Cortney, retrieving a different wine from the darkness. As I poured her wine, I answered her, "I know Andrea's professional work and I know her body. Until tonight I did not know her spirit was so rebellious." I slipped my hands down to caress Cortney's neck and then down farther to rub first one and then the other nipple. She sucked in her breath. Before she exhaled, I was moving back to my seat.

"Why did you previous Master violate your trust in him and hurt you?"

She was obviously shocked by my knowledge and hesitated to answer.

"Tonight, I will be firm and demanding, but gentle with you unless you disrespect me by not responding to my requests instantly."

She understood, "He said I was no longer pleasing him, that I spoke of wanting a baby too much and that he had prettier and hotter women than me."

"He forgot the privileged place that you had given him. He was a fool. You are very beautiful and desirable. Pick up the little tomato from your salad, close your eyes and crush it with your front teeth allowing its juices to run down your lips and chin."

Again I went to her, leaned over and kissed away the juice running down her face. She sighed and opened her lips slightly. Cortney loved to be kissed. She offered her tongue tentatively and I sucked it. When she took it back I lightly kissed all around her face and slipped my right hand inside her gauzy top, under her bra and rolled her left nipple firmly between my thumb and fingers. As I withdrew I pulled, stretching her breast. I felt it snap back as her nipple slipped from my grasp.

"Your body is welcoming me. I want you. To taste you." I used her hair to pull her head back and kissed her passionately. She rocked her mouth into me trying to get more sensation from our kisses. She could feel the need in me and moaned into my mouth.

Another moan came from the darkness. "Andrea, come here to us."

Still in her chains and with her head down submissively, she slowly approached stopping on Cortney's left side. "Put your hands behind your back Andrea." She did not resist this time.

"Cortney see if her pussy is wet from watching us." Cortney did not hesitate, turned and slipped her right hand between Andrea's legs. There was no prompting. Andrea spread wider and Cortney pushed two fingers steadily and easily to the second knuckle into Andrea.

"Yes, Sir, she is wet."

I knelt on one knee beside Cortney, "Taste her then let me lick her wetness off your lips."

Twice Cortney loaded her fingers with Andrea's juices and licked them into her mouth not swallowing. She turned toward me, mouth open and her tongue slightly out. We shared Andrea; we kissed, tasted, licked and swallowed. During our fourth hot kiss, my hand slipped up to find where her legs met. She gasp but I encountered panties.

In mock anger I loudly announced, "Panties are never allowed in my presence."

The female helpers burst from the darkness pulling Cortney from her chair and onto the table. Her clothed breasts were smashed in her salad plate. I raised her frilly skirt, grabbed a sharp knife from the table and cut them from her body. I reached between her and the table and pulled her up by her bra. "Don't hide your beautiful breasts from me either."

I cut her bra away.

The helpers gathered all the debris, cleaned up the table and helped Cortney settle into her seat again. As she sat down, I ripped her top open and kissed first one nipple and then the other. Her eyes were wide, she was breathing hard.

"Since you have salad dressing on you, can I eat you?"

"Yes, Master. Anytime you want, you can eat me."

I knew Andrea was still in the room because another gasp came from the darkness.

Cortney was warm, soft and responsive. My hands opened her shredded blouse, fully exposing her firm natural breasts. My lips sucked, kissed and worshiped every inch of each one. I left them uncovered when I returned to my chair and gave the signal for the entrée to be served.

Conversation was pleasant and informative through the entrée

"Cortney, come stand next to me."

Without hesitation she came to me.

"Remove all your clothes and let me see all of your body."

Again no hesitation.

"I want to examine you now."

A light came on highlighting an OB-GYN examining table. Cortney was led to it and spread wide. Heals into the stirrups. I examined her very thoroughly. Her breasts were clear, her abdomen was ticklish but normal, her hips were wide and her uterus was not tipped. I leaned forward, kissed and tasted her pussy. I spread her thin lips; she still had remnants of her hymen; her clit glistened pink and stood proud of its hood. My lips closed over it and she moaned softly. She had not used heavy fragrances. She smelled and tasted devine.

"Do not dress her. Bring her back to me at the table."

When she arrived at my side, I ordered her, "Kneel on my right side."

I handed her a bowl of cleaned strawberries. "Select the best berry, dip it in the cream on the table and feed me."

She fed me – neatly, carefully and sensually.

"Now select the next best berry, dip it, lick it and let me watch you eat it."

By the time dessert was over, I had to have this delight. Serving me was making her cunt wet and its sweet smell had given me a hard-on.

"Feel what your presence and body have done to me while you served me."

Cortney's hand slipped to my crotch. Her fingers closed around my cock and she softly masturbated me.

"Listen carefully. I hate to repeat myself. I understand you do not have a job or a place to stay. For at least the next year, you will live with me. I will provide for you very well and will be good to you. You will serve me as you did you previous Master. I will not share you, even with the eyes of others, like he did. You will also do secretarial work for me. Your body is strong and you have not had children. I will make you pregnant and you will bare us a beautiful healthy baby. At the end of the year, we will discuss what is best for you and the child."

Cortney was in shock. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were sparkling but she immediately dropped her gaze.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a half-inch wide soft pink collar. The collar was held together with a small broach. The broach had three stones, a diamond, a ruby and a blue sapphire. I tied the collar around Cortney's neck.

"The diamond represents me, the ruby represents you and the sapphire represents the baby you will give me. You will have many collars. Some you will have to earn. If you ever come to me without one around your neck, I will know you no longer want to serve me and have me care for you. Your body and your surrender pleases me Cortney. Do not turn your beautiful eyes away from me. You can respectfully say anything to me. All final decisions are mine but we must be partners at least for our child."

I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her body melted into my strength. She felt safe and sighed.

"The first time I have sex with you, will be more for making you pregnant than to make love with you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand Master."

"My name is John."

"I understand John."

In the darkness, one by one candles were lit surrounding a white satin bed. A large man came from the shadows, picked up Cortney, carried her to the bed, laid her gently down in the center and faded into the darkness. The two naked female helpers moved to her side arranging her red hair and fretting over her.

When I arrived at the foot of the bed, the helpers came to me and removed all my clothes, except the mask. My cock was only half hard. Andrea, still in chains, was brought and knelt in front of me. I nodded to her. She took my cock gently in her hands and guided it past her lips into her mouth. As Andrea worked to make me hard, both female helpers returned to Cortney. They rubbed her skin with a light vanilla warming oil. Anne, dressed like a white winged nude angle, descended between Cortney's legs and licked her until she was moaning near orgasm.

I went to her. She reached for me and opened her legs a little wider. 

"Cortney, give yourself to me, guide me into your body." 

Her pussy was wet and welcomed the head of my cock inside her folds. Her wetness was a blessing. She was tight around me. She was a virgin to a man my size. We rocked together and shared our first few French kisses while we waited for her to stretch and allow me to slip farther inside her.

She raised her hips and my cock met her with a gentle push. We both kept up the pressure and felt my shaft slip in ever so slowly until our pubic bones touched. Being engulfed by her and feeling her warm skin under my naked weight was exquisite.

"Your body is magnificent. I am happy with you. Do you want to make a baby?"

Cortney had tears in her eyes when she whispered, "Yes."

The two helpers came from the shadows again. Each took one of Cortney's legs, bent her knees and tilted her hips so her body was perfectly angled to receive my sperm.

I started to thrust into her; pausing deep on every stroke.

"Do you feel my cock lightly bumping the mouth to your womb? When I ejaculate into you, I will flood you there and my sperm will swim to your egg. You will be pregnant before your climax ends."

I made sure that the entire length of my cock slid along her clit on both the in and out strokes. She was so very tight; I hoped I could wait for her.

She said something no one could hear. Again she spoke; louder but we couldn't understand. Her body was tightening. Her hands were clinching the sheets. Her toes were spread wide. She said, "Please, give me a baby. Please, give me a baby."

Cortney felt my first throb deep inside her. Her climax began with her prayer again, "Please, give me a baby."

My body bent backward holding the tip of my cock perfectly. My semen pumped from my balls and flooded into the dimple of her cervix. When I quit ejaculating, I kept driving into her, hoping to give her more from my body and help assure her prayer would be answered. 

Neither her climax nor mine was mind blowing. There would be time for that later. Later when her belly was growing and our son was kicking in protest. Over the next few months, she would learn to suck me and please me with every part of her body. Soon her hands, her feet, her ass, her neck, her armpits, her everything will all recognize my cock at the slightest touch. Her body will be well satisfied and she will be financially well off. But she doesn't know all that now or even care. Tears were rolling down her face. She was pregnant now, belonged to someone now and was safe now.

Reclaiming My Sex Life Ch. 03



A couple of new members have requsted another chapter to an old D/s story with soft BDSM. Thanks for asking. It is my pleasure.

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Cortney was beginning to show. At almost six months, she had the best doctors and knew that she and the baby boy in her belly were very healthy. John had sex with her several times a week but touched her body every day. He was attentive but had not taken her back to the "Dungeon of Delights" since he had made her pregnant and Andrea watched. She wished Andrea weren't so busy; she would like some female company. She wanted to talk to a woman who had given birth. She had seen births on TV and talked to her doctors, still she had fears of the unknown.

She had learned that John James Adams was not a Master like she had ever heard of. He liked sex and demanded respect from her but he gave more than he took. She never knew what he would do. He ranged far beyond the BDSM fetishes. He pushed her limits, used her body for his pleasure but would not truly hurt her. In fact even on nights when he was preoccupied with work, he would spend time pleasing her before he sent her to her room. The discipline he drove himself with was maddening. Even when he worked most of the night, he was awake early and ready for the day. He was a morning person, loved to talk and was interested in her. 

Most nights she slept with him in his king-sized bed. She had her own room, money, car and freedom. Still she knew not to sleep in, not to miss breakfast at eight, not to be late for dinner at 6:30. She looked forward to each evening. At ten p.m. she had to be clean, inside and out, nude, shaved smooth, have no fragrances other than her own body, collared and going into his warm suite. If he wanted anything else, which was seldom, he would tell her. His wide welcoming smile and open arms were always there to show how pleased he was that she was there for him and carrying his child. Their child. The child she had always wanted more than life. The child her previous Master refused to give her and discarded her for wanting.

One morning she decided to risk pushing him. She had spent extra time to look perfect for him. She had made sure the cook had everything ready and she served him his breakfast by herself. He did not require it during the day, but she collared herself with the pink training collar he had given her on their first night together. She lowered her eyes every time he looked at her.

"Cortney, you have something to ask me."

"Yes, Sir James."

"You know that you can speak freely to me during the day unless I tell you otherwise. There must be something special today. Tell me or ask me what ever you want. You can talk to me as James or John."

"I have two things to ask that you consider. If you say "No" it is all right with me. I am very happy being here with you and carrying your baby."

"I am pleased with you too, Cortney. Ask what you want to ask."

"John, I want to ask you if I can have my sister or Andrea visit me here from time to time. Maybe even stay a day or two. I miss having a close female friend. I would like to talk with them about our son, giving birth and women things. I would like to meet them for lunch and things like that."

"Of course. This is your house too, within my rules. You have never mentioned having a sister. I want you to tell me all about her. You will have to honor our agreement, even if she visits. She may not understand or approve of how we live. I will not accept rudeness or disrespect."

"Thank you. My other question is for Sir James."

"Remove all your clothes and kneel beside me while I finish my coffee."

"The servants are ..........."

Instantly, Cortney knew she had crossed the line. She had to recover. Sir James had looked away, rejecting her for her dissention. She stood, stripped naked and knelt beside her Master.

Sir James let her kneel for several minutes on the cold terracotta tiled floor. He would not risk her health and the health of their child, but he waited for her to shiver. It did not take long. He leaned from his chair and began to rub her pregnant belly. His hand ventured lower and began to rub her clit and slip gently into her. She gasped when he thrust his middle finger into her wet cunt and finger fucked her. Only he had ever been able to make her cum easily that way. She was ready to cum in just a couple of minutes. He stopped and turned back to his coffee.

"Crawl under the table, remove my cock and worship it while you ask what you want."

How had he known? For this moment her question sounded so stupid. But she had requested this. Now she had to humiliate herself and ask it anyway.

Cortney pulled her Master's half hard cock from his fly. She licked the drop of precum that was waiting there, glistening to welcome her tongue. As the salty drop spread over her taste buds, her body shivered and she moaned knowing that controlling her was pleasing her Master.

"Sir James, I want you to be rougher with me and use me more for your pleasure. I love when you please me but my body is yearning for your strength and direction."

"Your request pleases me, Cortney. I often want to do more with you but have been hesitant because you are pregnant. I cannot slam your body onto the floor and pound into you. When I want to spank your pussy, I hold back in fear that a slap would hit too high. I want to stretch your cunt with a fat dildo, leave it there and fuck your ass. We both are sacrificing for our son. I apologize to you for not living up to our agreement. I will learn to use your pregnant body for my pleasure. You must accept some responsibility. If your body turns me on too much and I go too far, you must guide me to protect the baby."

Cortney's eyes were filled with tears. Her Master understood and wanted her but he wanted to protect her and their child more. He had not quit wanting her, he had been holding back. She sucked the head of her Masters cock deep into her mouth.

"Crawl over and sit on the short stool against the wall."

She obeyed and watched him with her lowered eyes. He was undressing and coming over to her. He pushed her head back against the wall, fisted his cock and pushed its head past her lips. Cortney wanted to lick him but he had something else in mind for his release. She started to reach for him. He pushed her hands to her sides and used his fingers to close her eyes. She could still tell that the breakfast nook was very bright in the morning sun. It was a round room with unshaded windows open to the garden. She almost wished there were cameras outside, so the world could see her nude body crying out to please her Master.

Sir James pushed his cock over Cortney's tongue into the opening of her throat. She did not gag and he withdrew before she and the baby ran out of air. After she had several breaths he thrust his hips forward again, pushing a little deeper into her throat this time. In the brief seconds he held his cock in her, he said, "Push two fingers into yourself, rub your clit with your thumb and fuck yourself slowly."

Whatever, he had scheduled for the morning would be late. Sir James tortured himself for not having honored his agreement to take care of his wonderful compliant sub. He pushed a little deeper into Cortney's throat on each thrust but only stayed there a few seconds before he pulled out allowing her time to breathe for two. He slowed her several times. He was demanding that she cum only once. That climax could be as big as she wanted but it had to be exactly in time with his.

Several times, she heard him groan from the frustrating punishment he was giving himself with her throat. Cortney's hand was wet, the outside of her pussy was cold but the inside was boiling hot and sucking her fingers. Her clit was driving her mad. Even if she displeased her Master she could not stop this time. Her belly was tightening. She felt their son kick to complain about the tightness.

Sir James could not take any more either. He leaned forward, closed his fingers around her throat lightly and pushed his hips forward until his short pubic hair pressed flat into her lips. His long loud groan started her climax. He had never groaned like that before. His fingers were caressing her neck feeling his dick throb inside. She would need to breathe soon but for now the strong contractions in her cunt matched the jerk of his cock that signaled another shot of his sperm was flowing down inside her into her stomach. She and their son would digest it. They were being fed by "Sir James."

He pulled back, fearing his family could not breathe. Another pulse put his cum on her lips. Her own climax extended for the fourth time as she licked away his offering.

He knelt in front of her and wrapped his arms around her, warming her with his chest while he kissed her neck and lips. Their relationship was still new and unusual. She had never thought about this, but maybe he loved her just a little.

She felt cold and did not know if she should move as he stood and walked into the laundry. She wasn't confused long. He returned with a heavy quilt, pulled her up and wrapped her lovingly. 

"Tell me more about your sister, tonight. Tell me more about what you need to be happy.

I will not be home until after eight. I have a meeting and a presentation today and a business cocktail party this evening. Your throat pleased my dick this morning but thinking about you will please me all day."

Still in the breakfast nook wrapped in the quilt, Cortney watched him dress and rush out the door. Usually his clothing was impeccable. Today, he was a little rumpled. She imagined that as he slipped his pants on some of his cum touched his fly and dried to leave a white chalky stain on his gray slacks for everyone to see during his meetings and presentation. She liked the idea that they would wonder what kind of woman would please her man so well.

Late that evening, John told her about his successful and profitable day. He started to talk about them going somewhere to celebrate after the baby was born but cut his conversation short. He realized, that time would be beyond their agreement; he was assuming something and did not want to open that subject now. He played parts for her and enjoyed them. But there were hard facts. He was more than twenty years older than her. She was mentally and physically stronger now. She was confident and could be independent. She wanted to get out more and have girlfriends visit. He was starting to care more than he should in this situation. His caring was always how he got hurt.

Three weeks later Cortney's tiny stern sister, Marla, arrived for a two-week visit. Cortney had described her in such admiring glowing terms. The baby sister with her act together, driven, educated, successful, no one took advantage of her, always knew what she wanted and was always sure of herself and where she was going. John saw something different but for two weeks he could stay quiet and let Cortney enjoy her company.

For most of three days, everything was pleasant. For their third dinner together, Cortney begged off. Being around food was making her sick; so it was just Marla and John for dinner.

Even during the salad it was all too quiet.

"Marla, is something bothering you tonight?"

"I've told Cortney that I would hold my tongue."

"It's just you and me tonight. Please let go of your tongue. Good conversation always makes the meal better."

"My conversation may not be very good. I don't like to see Cortney submissive to you."

"We have an agreement. True, she is submissive to me but that is her nature. I also have to do my part for her."

"That sounds like so much bull shit. She works for you, serves you, sleeps in your room, gives her body to you and is having your child."

"I also work for her, provide for her, keep her safe, serve her, sleep with her, give her my body and she wants this child more than anything."

"I still don't like it."

"You are not supposed to. It is her life. It's not for you to judge her. It's for you to love her and accept her. You are to decide what's right for you and control your own life and chose your own relationships."

"It still makes me angry."

"Let me risk making you even more angry. Cortney and I have decided who we are and how we want to live right now. We match, for now. I don't think you have ever had the guts to honestly face what you need to be complete, sexually satisfied or who you are as a woman."

"That is damned insulting. How dare you."

"We're just talking. You can tell me your worst opinions about me. Over the years, I have redefined who I am as a male several times. My comment comes more from my failures than any great knowledge."

Marla was taken aback. John wasn't going to fight with her or claim any great religious truth. Her anger had flashed at him because he was 90% right about her and he had sensed it so easily. She struggled daily and was unhappy.

"So you think being submissive is what a woman should be?"

"I hope I didn't say that. No, you might need to be dominate, neutral, lesbian, the girl next door, a wild party goer or even celibate. When you decide who you are and what you want, you will then have a chance at finding a good match and happiness."

"Cortney was dumped and hurt by her last Dom. I'm certainly not anyone's "sub-of-the-month" to be abused and discarded."

"Many people who play on the edge and go from partner to partner are just toying with what they think the lifestyle is. It is just their current fantasy. Cortney and I live a very soft version of D/s. "We find it relaxed, sexually fulfilling and satisfying. I think you see that she is happy."

"Do you actually think I am like you two?"

"Not at all. I would love to get you to relax and help you see that your body is designed to give you great joy and sexual satisfaction. I would love it if you could be happy for others who chose paths that you currently judge as wrong."

"How, would the wise sage, sex guru do that for little unenlightened me?"

John's chuckle was nervous, as well as, honest, "I've pissed you off enough for now. If you want we can discuss "How" when Cortney is with us."

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Marla was still tight lipped and tense at dinner the next evening. Cortney had recovered from her stomach upset. She wasn't feeling good about herself and was using food to find a comfort zone. She was eating everything in the kitchen. 

John was standing by the sink when Marla sarcastically asked, "Don't you have some great wisdom for me?"

The note pad on the refrigerator was very convenient. He scribbled her a note, "Marla, your sister feels fat, ugly, unloved and unwanted. Please, go to her. Kiss her lovingly on the lips, rub her swollen breasts, rub her belly, even caress her pussy. That will make her feel better and loved."

Marla read, bristled and loudly proclaimed, "Like hell, I will."

As Marla sat down with her coffee, looking stern and superior, John turned to her sister, "Cortney, Marla is feeling down and unloved. We have each other but she is alone. Go to her, hug her, kiss her passionately on the lips and touch her body, so she will know that you love her."

Marla sat frozen, in awe, as her sister, moved without hesitation, wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed her. When Marla did not respond to the first kiss, Cortney followed the first with a second; this time letting her tongue flick out and caress her lips lightly. "I'm so happy that you are here visiting me. I have missed you. John and I both are enjoying your visit. We both would like for you to stay longer, if you can. I would love it, if you could be with us in the delivery room when our son is born."

Cortney continued to kiss, caress and hold her sister. Finally, Marla stood and hugged her sister. Cortney's ongoing kisses could not be ignored and Marla tentatively returned a closed mouth one. Cortney's body immediately responded and pulled her tight, rubbing her swollen breasts into her shorter sister. After a long hug and another soft kiss, Marla pushed away gently.

Marla's eyes were full of confusion.

John asked softly, "Was it wrong? Was it control? Was it dominance and submission? I started it, but the kiss was beautiful. Now you know how much your sister loves you and has missed you. I think you both enjoyed what happened. It did not happen when I asked you to initiate the comfort."

"I won't let anyone control me like that."

"You saw my request as some horrible low, degrading and hurtful control issue. Ask your sister, why she did what I asked."

Cortney just jumped in, "Sometimes I am so full, so happy and overflowing that I cannot give enough of myself to John. I trust that he will not hurt me. I know he will have me do things that will bring pleasure to him." She paused and added sheepishly, "And me."

He smiled at her and said, "Good thing I am not Sir James right now. Putting yourself in that answer would get your pale, perfect, pregnant ass spanked until it glows bright red."

John let his smile drop, turned and said, "Marla, for this stage in your sister's life, she does not want responsibilities in every aspect of her life. For now, she has traded her submission for security, strength, belonging, acceptance, not being responsible and not having to make certain decisions. She is smart and capable. She has time to enjoy being pregnant. The D/s lifestyle does not cover all subjects. Our baby is an equal and joint concern. Some things, like running my office at home, she does much better than I do. She can rescind our agreement at any time and knows that at times she can talk to me as John, not Sir James. Still our agreement is that, within character, I am in control. For you, Marla, tell me, what pleases you; completes you; makes you want to give your all and find satisfaction in doing so?" 

Marla so wanted to argue, tell how strong she was, tell John and Cortney that they were stupid for following such a course. She could not find any words.

"If you were the family's best shopper, loved to shop and you chose to submit to your partner's request that you go shopping for items to prepare a meal that would please him, have you given away so much? Do you want to control how your body climaxes or do you want the mystery of letting your chosen Master for the evening, tease, lightly torture and surprise you? Most people do not want the responsibility nor can they trust enough to choose paths within the lifestyle. Don't try to fault what others like. None of this is right or wrong; it is just part of the great diversity of humans and what they need to feel satisfied and complete. I can see that you need to get your arguments together. I will be happy to talk on this subject with you as long as Cortney is present. Now your sexy, hot, wet sister and I are going to bed."

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All night Marla tossed and turned. She was angry by what John had said to her. She was angry that he and Cortney were comfortable with their relationship, she was angry that she had never known great sexual satisfaction in her own life. John had said they could talk more sometimes, but in front of Cortney. She did not know what to say but she felt she had a lot to resolve.

About eight a.m., Marla wandered sleepily into the breakfast nook, following the smell of fresh brewed coffee. At first, she wasn't shocked to see her sister straddling John's lap. Cortney had on a large pink housecoat, had her arms were around John's neck and she was kissing him passionately. As she got closer, Marla froze for a few moments; her sister's hips were thrusting rhythmically and she was making low moaning sounds. Quietly, Marla poured herself a coffee and stood just out of sight. Their bodies occasionally slapped together, Marla arched unnaturally because of her growing belly. There were squishing sounds and the smell of pussy. Cortney was ready to cum when she saw her sister; she just closed her eyes and said, "Yes, Yes, cum in me. Fill me. Use me." Marla's empty hand caressed her own pussy through her slacks while she watched her sister's face contort in pleasure and then relax in satisfaction. Her eyes went to John's face as her sister forced her sensitive cunt to continue thrusting to make him cum. His face too, contorted as if in pain, his body arched off the chair, lifting the pregnant body he had impaled on his cock. Marla could see the spasms rack through him as he pumped into her sister and she gave him his ultimate pleasure.




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All three were still now. There was a small puddle of combined sex juices on the floor between John's feet. Cortney began to kiss him, bringing them both down from their highs. Once she giggled. John must have softened and slipped out because several more drops were quickly added to the puddle.

John finally saw Marla and recovered remarkably well. "Good morning. I'm sorry we were not more discrete. I guess, we are not used to having a house guest."

Cortney wiggled her ass, nuzzled against John's neck and said, "I knew she was there. I think she liked watching. Look at the wet spot between her legs."

Even Marla looked. Sure enough, there was a large dark spot that had soaked through her prim and proper slacks.

John wanted to get Marla off the embarrassment hook. "Her wet spot is lovely and it makes her more beautiful and desirable than ever. Cortney, she has her coffee already, please, get us our first cups."

As Cortney swung away from John, Marla gasped at the wet, shinny, purple headed, abused, six inch long flaccid cock that lay over John's still tight balls. The scent in the room now shifted more toward sperm than pussy. John covered himself with his robe. Marla's cunt twitched and she instinctively covered her wetness with her hand.

Sisters won't let each other get away with anything, "Too late, Marla. We already know you are wet and turned on."

But Marla was not the only one turned on. Twice she saw Cortney whispering to John. Twice he shook his head gently to say, "No." Marla could see her sister keep pushing and could see him weakening even though she read his lips, saying "No" three more times. Finally, he relented and said, "Be ready for me tonight."

After John left for work, Marla quizzed and quizzed her sister, to discover what the secret was. Finally, Cortney told her all about her first meeting with Sir James, the Dungeon, how depressed she had been, her thoughts of suicide, Andrea's involvement, how Sir James impregnated her to give her what she wanted and has protected her. Cortney confessed how her body was aching to be controlled and for a total release. She told her sister how she had been pleading with John to address her special needs but how he was resisting because he was worried about the baby. This morning, John had finally agreed to be Sir James and use her tonight. 

Later in her room, Marla's body was betraying her. She was hot and wet, imagining how her sister might be abused and how she might be pleased. Could it be wild and uncontrolled like the stories she had read? Would Sir James look foolish? Why was she turned on by these thoughts? Fleetingly, she remembered she only had three more days to be with them. Her mind raced; she had on bra and panties, was sitting on her bed and her fingers had slipped by the elastic around one leg and were thrusting into her as she tried to imagine her sister in the throes of a wild orgasm. She was startled by a little noise. Her eyes opened to just slits to see her sister turn and try to slip out of her room.

"Cortney!"

"I'm sorry; I should have knocked. I didn't mean to disturb you."

Marla had been so close. Now her body throbbed and flushed, hot with embarrassment. She was speechless and struggling to find something to say to cover what she had been doing. Her sister was full of compassion.

"It's OK little sister. We all do it. I already told you how out of control my body is, but I have John."

"Sir James, you mean. I can't get my mind to stop racing or my body to calm down because I'm thinking about what he is going to do to you."

"I don't even know that. That is part of the excitement. I'll ask him, if you can watch."

"Oh my God."

"He won't embarrass you. He might say, "No" but it won't hurt to ask."

"He would just let me sit in the room and watch?"

"He might give you some instructions. I don't know. He will be in total control of me and everything."

Cortney did not wait for her sister's reply. Instead, she picked up the telephone, punched the speaker phone button and called John, "Sir James, I apologize for calling you at work and I know I will have to be punished for it but I have a massive request and wanted to give you all the possible time to consider it."

"I am free to listen but not talk. Go on with your request."

"Marla and I have been talking about tonight. She is very turned on. She would like to be in the room and watch. She only has a couple more days with us. Please, consider granting her wish. We can even delay our time, if another evening is better for you."

"You are definitely pushing me. I wasn't comfortable with what I agreed to this morning."

"I know, I know. Please, please don't change your mind. It will be alright and the baby will be fine. I need................."

In the background John heard, "Tell him to forget me being there. This is something you need and me being there will mess it up for both of you."

"Cortney, I will consider what you have asked and I will send you an email in about an hour. I have to go now."

For an hour both women were in turmoil, apologizing and trying to make each other feel better. The email raised the ante considerably.

"Cortney,

We will meet in the special room tonight around eight. You will come in prepared for me, totally nude, when I summon you. Marla can watch but she must sit where I tell her. To pay for her admission, she will be barefoot, wear a skirt with no panties and only wear a white t-shirt up top. She does not have to be prepared for me, but you will tell her everything you must do to be ready for me. She does not understand your needs; tell her what you hope to feel tonight. If I ask her to do something while she is with us, she must do it or leave the room.

Sir James" 

Cortney did not read the email to her sister. Marla was right behind her. She just turned and handed her the sheet of paper and waited. Sir James had clearly thrown down the gauntlet in front of Marla, challenging if she had the guts to earn what she had requested. Marla's mind swirled with the many unknowns in the emails. It did not leave open any paths for discussion. He clearly was claiming authority and control within the situation and telling everyone what they had to risk to have a role in his play. Cortney easily accepted her place and felt no responsibility for her sister or had any thoughts of questioning Sir James. She trusted him.

For hours Cortney talked to Marla, explaining how she was preparing herself for Sir James. For hours she talked of what he might do to her. She had been used many times by her former Dom, but this would be their first real time together. For those hours she grew more and more excited anticipating her evening. His preparation ritual, his order that the sisters talk and the sexual unknowns were all designed to heighten their desire. Marla had not decided to go; yet, she found herself washing her feet and private parts. She selected a full skirt and borrowed one of his white t-shirts from Cortney. She tried to freshen up her eye make-up and discovered her hands were shaking. She did not have to touch herself to know that she was dripping wet and ready to have sex.

At exactly eight, Sir James, buzzed Cortney's room on the house intercom. He said nothing about Marla. "Come to me now, Cortney." There was not a second's delay. She dropped her robe as she went through her bedroom's door and totally nude she raced through the house down two flights of stairs to the special basement room. Marla scurried to stay up with her excited sister. She heard her own feet slap on the tiled floor and her own heart beat in her ears. She still had not consciously decided to go into the special room.

The room was pitch dark except for a spot light shinning just inside the heavy door. It closed with a loud locking sound. Slowly a table like platform was dimly lit and the spot faded to black. The table was slanted with the head up about twenty degrees. It had a wide leather belt across it, two heavy leather shackles at the foot corners and two Velcro cuffs on short ropes at the top corners. From the dark came a deep voice, "Cortney are you ready to submit to me?"

"Yes, Sir James, I am ready."

"I may want you to feel pleasure. Will you give me your pleasure without restriction?"

"Yes, Master, I will."

A masked figure much taller than John, dressed totally in black, reached out and guided her toward the table. Only the dimmest hint of a silhouette was visible.

"I may want you to feel some pain. Will you endure pain for me?"

Cortney's voice was weak. She was begging to begin, "Oh, yes, my Master."

"I may ask you to suffer and struggle so I can see your devotion. Will you suffer and struggle for me?"

"I am yours and will give you everything."

"Whatever I ask of you, you will give, you will not hold back and you will give your body to complete my desires."

"I will my Lord. With my mind, my body and my heart, I need to give everything to you so you will know I am yours."

He laid her back on the table and ordered, "Marla, buckle the wide strap just above her breasts." Marla rushed to comply. Sir James secured each of her sister's ankles into the leather shackles. As he moved toward the head of the table, he guided Marla to a near invisible black strait backed chair that was centered to view the table. As she sat, Sir James trailed his gloved fingers across her neck and the side of her face, because he could and because her body wanted it even though her mind rebelled. He deftly put the Velcro closing straps around Cortney's wrists and whispered, "Do you remember your safe word?"

Already her breathy voice showed she was slipping deeper into character, "I remember."

"Whisper it to me, then struggle to free your hands while I kiss you."

Cortney pulled against her bindings, tried to rub her thighs together to stimulate her clit and moaned into Sir James' mouth as he kissed her, sucked her tongue and lightly trailed his fingers over her breasts, neck and ears. The lower part of his face was not masked and he took off his gloves. Gently he tied a silk scarf over Cortney's eyes and for the next thirty minutes he worshiped every inch of her body with his tongue, his lips and his fingers. Three times she arched, ready to cum, and three times he backed off. Her body was withering, searching to be touched and already begging for needed release that she now feared would be a long time coming or might be denied all together.

Cortney sighed when Sir James' lips closed again around her left nipple. She thrust her breast up when he pulled away. He grasped it and put an adjustable spring loaded nipple clamp on the rigid tender nub in the center. Her body recoiled and she moaned in the first pain that her body was seeking. She was very still; her body was filling with mixed and complicated waves of lust, pain, pleasure and commitment to give everything to Sir James; he tightened the knob. Cortney groaned loudly and Marla could see her sister's nipple pressed almost paper thin at its base and swelling at its tip.

"That was beautiful, Cortney. Endure my love for your other nipple." She knew what to expect this time and sought his tongue and lips. Bravely, she took the second clamp and its tightening. To stay quiet, her fists were clenched and her knuckles were white. The cold chain between the clips rested on her hot skin. The cold was more harsh than the pain in her breasts. Her lips trembled, she opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out. She had spiraled a level down where she could not speak and the biting pain turned into desire to feel more. Sir James used his thumbs to part the lips below her swollen belly. She was wet and two streams had flowed onto her ass and dripped onto the table. He licked her; pushed a finger into her to push at her g-spot and he gently sucked at her clit. Her body tightened and convulsed once.

"Do not cum, Cortney. You can only cum when I tell you. Struggle for me. Let me see you struggle."

Again he stimulated her inside. She pulled at her bindings and rolled from side to side to seek escape. Ripples flowed through her. Muscles tightened and then released; sweat beaded between her breasts, on her neck, under her nose, around her eyes and on her forehead. Above the pain, above the physical exertion, her greatest struggle was to obey the order not to cum. Still he tortured her. Her body lifted so only her shoulders and feet touched. Her arms pulled against their bindings, not wanting to be free. She whimpered and tossed about. Her belly had visible contractions and the baby inside her kicked and pushed in protest, helping his father bring torturous pleasure to his mother. Just when she froze, ready to give up and cum against Sir James' wishes, he stopped. Her chest heaved causing the chain linked clamps to jangle and slowly she regained control and her hips returned to the table.

Magically, he produced a medium sized butt plug. He had not prepared her but he lubed the plug, spread her and pushed hard enough to stretch her and give her pain. The pain kept her close. It took minutes but she endured; her body opened and her ass accepted the plug. She was full, stretched and uncomfortable. He wiggled the plug and licked her clit. Twice she got close again and he backed off. The third time he pulled at the chain while he pushed at the plug and licked. Like before, Cortney's body arched off the table; she struggled and sweat dripped from her; she trembled and liquids flowed from her. A moan of pleasure turned into a groan of frustration when he stopped before she could cum.

For the next forty-five minutes he kept her on the muscle cramping edge of climax, while sucking her toes, rubbing her skin with fur and teasing all about her with a rabbit vibrator. There was ice, hot wax, a fork to rake across her skin and slippery warm oil to torment her. Cortney was constantly moaning now. She had spiraled deeper. Her sounds did not change when he pulled on her chain, licked the part of her nipples that protruded from the clamps or pinched her clit. Her body was now overloaded with sensations and need. Slightly more or slightly less from Sir James did not make much difference now. He decided to show Marla where her sister was. He left Cortney. She did not notice. Her body continued to churn, feel stimulation and hunt for release even though he was not there.

Sir James was not surprised to find two of Marla's fingers working inside her wet cunt and two from the other hand rubbing her clit. "Go to your sister and kiss her lips but keep your fingers moving where they are."

Marla's body had taken control over her mind; she was beyond arguing or disagreeing. When her lips closed over her sister's, Cortney's tongue came out to be sucked. Marla sucked and passionately sought to taste her wetness. Both sisters made a humming sound and both sought to find and share pleasure. Marla was out of control. Sir James stood behind her to steady her. She felt his rigid covered cock nestle into the crack of her ass. His hands went around her. She trembled. He whispered so only she could hear, "Cum for me, Marla." His fingers rolled her nipples and she moaned loudly into her sister's mouth and came so hard her knees buckled. His strong arms supported her, kept her safe. In a couple of minutes, he guided her to her chair and bent over to kiss her. His lips and mouth were wet and tasty with her sister's cunt's juices. Marla lapped at them and sucked his lips trying to keep him with her but he moved back to his willing sacrifice.

Sir James loosened the screws on Cortney's clamps. She did not notice. Her nipples were swollen and dark. He wrapped the chain around his left hand, slipped two fingers from his right into her, pushed and licked at her protruding clit. Cortney's body rose again but she groaned in constant frustration, knowing at some primal level that he would stop. Every inch of her body tightened and began to tremble close to exhaustion. Cortney was not in control of her body. Cortney was deep in sub space and her body was in spasm, arched and trembling.

He stood. The body continued to tremble, sweat and suffer. Cortney's chest heaved for air, before she had drooled but now her mouth was dry, any available liquids flowed from her gaping cunt, surrounded by glistening, swollen thick lips. He did not touch her but his order boomed to find her no matter how deeply she had spiraled.

"Cortney!............Cum for me now, Cortney."

The body paused mid tremble. Questioning what it had heard. Doubting that it would ever find release. In one mighty jerk, Sir James snatched the nipple clamps from her breasts and long denied blood rushed back. The pain almost made her black out but she didn't because her body demanded its orgasm. Her pregnant womb contracted and she squirted without being touched. From deep in her dry throat a raspy scream started. It escaped and echoed off the walls as her climax began. Marla saw Cortney's pussy go into full spasms, opening closing and pushing out more and more liquids. Her scream finally trailed off but her body was still arched, rippling, until it could take no more. As if a light switch was flipped, Cortney's breath rushed out and her body flopped heavily onto the wooden table top. She was deathly still. Marla panicked but then saw a slight movement in her sister's chest. Her breathing was very shallow.

Marla needed to recover also, but he commanded her. "Help me free Cortney. We will wash her off, remove the plug and get her to bed. She will sleep soundly until late tomorrow."

She was wondering how he knew that, while she unbuckled the chest strap and freed her sister's wrists. Sir James took off his mask, leaned over Marla, and uncannily said, "I know many things." She froze in shock. He reached down and then up, sinking two fingers into her pussy. It felt so good, Marla, spread her legs and thrust her hips forward. His fingers had minds and knowledge all their own. She came in seconds. Liquids poured down her legs. Again, her knees did not hold her but he held most of her weight on his curled fingers imbedded in her cunt. It hurt and she never wanted it to end. Again he sat her on the chair. This time he licked his fingers. His eyes glistened and flashed with lust. "I want to drink from you. You have me mad needing to cum."

Marla watched as he backed into the table, unzipped his pants, pulled his wet, dripping and rock-hard cock out and began to masturbate. She needed to give him this. No, she was madly driven to do this for him. She slipped out of the chair onto her knees, leaned forward and crawled to him. She used her hands to walk up his body until she was on her knees again. She could barely keep her lust filled eyes open. Her mouth parted and she licked at his wetness and then closed her lips around the big head and sucked feeling his fist sliding up and down the thick shaft. She wanted to be used. She wanted him to fill her mouth; she wanted to feel his demanding cock slip over her tongue and she wanted to feel hot male lava in her belly. She thought of her sister's big belly and how it grew from what she now wanted to swallow. Her head spun and her hands went around him to grab the cheeks of his ass to make sure he did not pull away. Her mind did not challenge that she had never taken a man's cum in her mouth before, much less swallowed. Her femaleness needed to do this. It needed to possess his cum, suck his cock and feel his strength flow into her. Most of all, she needed to serve, for this moment, she needed to give him pleasure. 

Marla wanted to touch more of him. Just as she reached in to cup his balls they tightened and his cock throbbed pumping his first offering into her mouth. It was a lot. She swallowed and marveled at its smoothness and that his second pulse found room in her mouth. She could taste him now. He was hot, salty and sweet. She sucked for more before she swallowed again. He pumped again and thrust deep into the back of her throat. His fourth rope shot past her tongue and slid directly into her stomach. It was like whisky. She could feel its warmth. She swallowed, sucked, swallowed again and realized that he wanted her to have the last drops that were in the fleshy tube. She lifted off him and watched him milk the shaft, pulling those drops to puddle on the tip of his softening cock. She licked them, savored them swallowed them and wished he had more so she could show him again that she was serving him and was his to use.




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Sir James recovered slowly. He was completely quiet. Marla sensed that he wanted to say something very personal. Instead, he cupped the side of her face, looked deeply into her eyes and caressed her cheek. He pulled back, zipped up and said, "Will you, please, get the door for me?"

He showed no strain as he lifted Cortney, carried her out, down the hall, up the stairs and gently deposited her on the bed in her room. He covered her, kissed her "Goodnight," went out and closed the door.

He and Marla faced each other for long silent moments. Finally, he spoke, "Your body is very alluring and desirable. You are even more beautiful when you cum. I want to make love with you. Your gift to me was unexpected and wonderful. I did not intend for you to participate tonight. I am worried about the baby. I do not know how to safely mix what Cortney wanted tonight with her being pregnant, but she begged and I weakened to give it to her. Thank you for what you did. I know Cortney's and my lifestyle is not your choice."

Marla's body screamed to be touched and hugged and kissed by him but he turned from her and went to his room. She was just about to go into hers when she heard his shower turn on. She too showered. Her mind was swirling with what he had told her and what had happened that she was so sure was wrong, before tonight.

Marla was asleep, exhausted, as her head touched the pillow. She slept with many vivid, sex filled dreams. She struggled against the bindings on the table and kissed her sister again. She endured pain to have her sheath stretch to take Sir James. And she slept until ten. Two hours longer than she could remember having done before. She checked on her sister. Cortney had not moved from where she was put eleven hours ago. John was gone but there was a box and a note.

The box held a beautiful, hand-tooled, silver, cuff bracelet with her birth stone and her sister's birth stone. The note read, "We are very different in age and life. I have enjoyed your visit, conversation and company. I wish you would stay, at least until the baby is born. Cortney does too. Thank you. John."

Cortney finally came into the kitchen about one looking for coffee and breakfast. Marla almost laughed at how unkempt she was. She also smelled of satisfied pussy and walked stiffly. The baby kicked her painfully twice before she got her mouth working. 

"I remember you being there last night. Were you there the entire time?"

"The entire time."

"I got pretty carried away, huh?"

"You were amazing. You gave Sir James everything. He was very pleased. I got so turned on, I masturbated in front of both of you and did not care."

"Is he at work? What time is it?"

"He's at work. It's one in the afternoon."

"My God, how long did I sleep?"

"Thirteen hours."

"I feel like I could sleep another thirteen."

"If I tried to get my body to do what yours did, I would be lucky to be alive."

"My pussy is still tripping, wet and contracting once in a while. John didn't want to do last night. He felt we might force pre-mature labor contractions or something."

"I enjoyed watching you but he was probably close to right. You scared the hell out of me."

"I spiraled pretty deep. I am very satisfied and relaxed today but I don't remember much after you helped strap me to the table."

"Do you remember me kissing you?"

A cute, sly smile came over Cortney's face, "Yea, I do remember that. I liked it a lot. I sucked your tongue and you tasted good."

"Don't start anything. You barely can stand."

"Yea."

Marla was deep in thought. After long minutes of silence, Cortney asked, "Are you still leaving tomorrow?"

"Why?"

"I want you to stay. I need your support and want you there when the baby is born."

"I don't know how I can afford to stay. I have to make a living and pay the bills."

"I'll ask John tonight, if you promise to stay, he'll agree. He won't care about the money."

"Looking at this place, I'm not surprised. His business must do very well but I don't want to impose or presume that he will be my "Sugar Daddy."

Cortney giggled, "He would find that hilarious, with you hating how we live and being such an independent woman and all."

Marla did not respond. Cortney's description of her did not seem to fit today.




Reclaiming My Sex Life Ch. 04



That evening was very subdued. Marla was so full of conflicting thoughts that she could not think or make decisions. After dinner, John asked her to join him in his den for a few minutes. When she arrived she was surprised to see her very pregnant sister sitting quietly in the shadows of the darkened room. Marla and John were lit only by the flickering light from the warm fireplace. Still, she felt she and John were the only two people in the world and were lit by a big spot light. She hung on his words.

"Day after tomorrow is when you are scheduled to leave your sister and me to return home. We must talk tonight because tomorrow, you will meet Ann. She will be here all afternoon and into the evening. She is a wonderful midwife and will deliver our baby. I have known her all my life. You will like her."

John sipped his coffee and then continued, "Cortney and I talked about you a long time today. She told me about your financial concerns related to staying. If you can work out a way to take the time off, I will gladly cover any of your financial obligations. We both think it would be wonderful for you to be here when our son is born and then stay as long as you can." He paused, almost looked embarrassed and continued, "I told Cortney about the wonderful oral gift you gave me two days ago and I told her about how strongly my body reacts to you. How I want to repay your gift by pleasing you. How much I want you. And we talked about how I worried that might cause some problems in our relationship and how I did not want that. I even added, maybe it would not be good for you to extend your stay."

Marla was shocked and feared her sister would be jealous. Her heart was beating so loudly that John's words were muffled. Her pussy was getting wetter with each of his carefully rehearsed, halting words.

"Cortney told me that she already knew how much I want you. She said that she thinks you feel the same way but are fighting against the tide. She said she would like for you and me to be together - for you to live with us as part of our family."

This was clearly new emotional territory for John. He looked relieved that he had gotten everything out. Now his articulate manner just collapsed and he sat drained and quiet. Cortney moved from the darkness and sat next to her sister and held her hands, "I am very happy in my life right now. Having you here has made everything better. I know it has to be your decision, but I want you to be here so we can share our lives, love and desires. Sis, I must admit that I am attracted to you too."

The pause seemed to last forever. Marla could feel her sister's pulse in her hands and feel her pregnant belly pressing into her forearm. Her life had been so boring, formal and orderly. Now it was full of exciting unknowns, was lust filled and was a little scary. Her mind raced from thought to thought but her mouth could not form words.

Cortney saved her, "I know this is too much to think about all at once. If you stay with us, you will always have a say. When you get back home, think about our time together and consider living here with us."

Finally, the calming voice of John added even more reason, "Marla, consider a trial period. Take a leave of absence, if you can. Don't make any permanent moves. Just come to us. Help your sister and get to know your new nephew. Your slightest direction will keep everything else in check. I will not be a problem for you and you will learn a lot more about how your sister and I live."

Marla did not sleep well that night. The next morning she did not go down for breakfast. Instead, she packed. No, she had not made any decisions. Either way she had to go home for at least a few days.

Over lunch, Marla was introduced to Ann by Cortney. Ann is in her seventies, a shapely wrinkled thin blond with blue eyes that are shaped like and sparkle like John's. Lunch was a talkative female delight. Ann is playful about where to shop, her travels and a million other things. Her energy and confidence just bubbles out of her words and she is full of life.

John worked later than expected. Ann was just leaving at 8:30 p.m. when he got home, looking tired. He obviously, had not slept much last night either. Ann lit up when she saw John, but was in a hurry. She caressed his cheek and she kissed him squarely on the lips before they swapped greetings and she scurried off into the night.

About eleven, John knocked on Marla's door, "I'll be gone before you get up in the morning. I wanted to say, "Goodbye" and tell you again how much I appreciate you spending time with your sister. She is still worried about the natural child birth. Even if you cannot come back for that, your visit has helped immensely."

She was struck by how medicinal his words were. He had raised a protective shell so her anticipated rejection would not hurt so much. He cared. It was very obvious, even though he was trying to act above the emotions of their discussion the night before.

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For ten days Marla struggled to get back into the swing of work and her quiet apartment. For ten days she failed. For ten days she thought about her sister, John, Sir James, their "no strings" offer and the accepting, love she felt in their home. A week later, her incoming flight arrived in the morning that her sister's active labor pains began. John only broke half a dozen traffic laws getting back home after picking her up at the airport. Ann was there and had everything well under control.

Ann wanted John and Marla to shower and scrub up after being exposed to so many people at the airport. Marla did not have time to unpack so she just put a hospital gown over her damp, nude body and went to be with her sister. For five hours little happened, except her holding and encouraging Cortney. Then there was a flurry of wet sheets being removed and wetness being cleaned. The room stayed very clean and tidy. In a total of seven hours from Marla being picked up at the airport, Ann put seven pound and six ounce, Anthony John Adams into Marla's arms for just a few moments while she cleaned him, flipped his little dick one time with the tip of her index finger, wrapped him and transferred him to his father's arms and said, "Put your new son into his mother's arms."

Marla's breasts were wet from holding Little Tony but that cold discomfort did not keep her from crying at the beauty of her tired sister holding the baby she had wanted for so many years. Ann had her own way of doing things. When she had the room even more tidy and had wiped Cortney just a little, she asked John, "Do you want to show Marla what your father showed you when your sister was born?"

John did not say a word. He got up, guided Marla to stand with him between Cortney's spread legs, "Put your left hand on my right wrist." Ann lubed the strange handhold and John gently and smoothly slipped his hand inside Cortney's still open, relaxed vagina. Marla's hand went with his. He pushed her elbow with his free hand and caught her fingers when her arm slipped the few extra inches so they could really hold hands. "Our hands are inside your sister. Carefully, feel the empty cradle where the baby grew. Feel how warm, soft and protecting she is inside."

If this had been described to her at another time in another setting, Marla would have been appalled. Instead, the hot damp stretched tissues caressed her hands and she clearly felt the cradle inside her sister. Her hand grasped John's and she was totally consumed with feelings of closeness. She watched little Tony wiggle on his mother's breasts for the first time. Cortney was the picture of contented happiness and the proud, strong father wanted to share this moment with Marla by holding her hand where her sister's egg and his sperm had started it all. Fleetingly, Marla remembered it started in a dungeon with Cortney spread on an OB GYN examining table where Cortney's friend and three masked attendants helped a stranger called "Sir James" make her pregnant. Even that thought could not mar the beauty she felt.

Their hands stayed clutched together inside her sister as John stepped behind Marla. His eyes stayed locked on Cortney but he kissed and sucked at her neck. Cortney smiled tiredly. This too was what she wanted. John's cock recognized the bare crease it found between Marla's perfect ass cheeks and it grew to slide its clothed shaft smoothly between them. Cortney's voice was hoarse and weak but she mouthed two words. Marla did not catch her sister's request. Ann gave Cortney a sip of water and helped her hold her new son. This time, Marla saw that John was still unblinkingly looking at Cortney, so proud of her and so happy, even though he knew this might be all Cortney wanted from him. There was no mistaking Cortney's words this time. Her eyes sparkled, glanced first between her legs, then at John, then to her sister and then back to John, "Fuck her."

Ann guided their hands out of Cortney and said, "Explain this to Marla later." Then she pushed them out of the room with the words, "Give us a couple of hours." Truthfully, Cortney and Ann were giving John and Marla a couple of hours.

As soon as they cleared the door, a sense of urgency set in, with no regard for anything, Marla took off her hospital gown and wiped her hands. John had little on but he left a trail of discarded items while he pulled her and she pulled him toward the king sized bed in the master suite. They had never kissed and had never seen each other naked. Her Cortney-coated hand scented the air; it went around his neck as his Cortney-coated hand supported her waist to lie back onto the bed. His open mouth met hers just has her free hand closed around his cock and guided it. To do this again would take a hundred times of practice. Marla was falling back, opening her legs and being penetrated before either of them was on the bed. Their weights fell together and she curled up against him in defense as he went deeper into her than any man or toy had ever been. Even that rough slide into her raked across her clit and stretched her delightfully. Her legs flared, her hips tilted up and her body surprised her, it seemed to open, pull at him and try to possess him. There was enough surprise to go around. Their first thrusts were perfectly together, yet they were new lovers. Kissing took some practice; he was a lot taller and the need in his body was evident. She took his strength easily and relished in her pleasure while he worked. She had never been this wet. Even his size did not hurt her or slow their thrusting bodies. He seemed to be growing inside her. Always her mind kept going with thoughts, but now, pleasure washed over her and her mind did not work. She tried to bring up more thoughts but he drove into a spot inside her, under her clit. Her mouth opened; she made a sound for the first time during intercourse. That sound spurred him on to do it again. Three, four, five more strokes and Marla had no mind, only a body - a sexual, on fire, demanding body. Her nails dug into his back and pulled him to her, her mouth sucked his tongue and nursed for wetness from his mouth. He weighed a hundred pounds more than she did, but her body had no trouble thrusting her hips up, grinding her clit into the base of his cock and lifting him. He was animal now. He drove her back into the bed.

Again and again, she lifted him like that only to be driven down. Her body flushed, it began to tighten from deep inside, her muscles trembled and her mouth opened but no sound came out. He pulled almost out of her and then drove hard, sliding along her clit. Sound erupted. Her scream rattled the windows. His hips were wild; his hands closed around the cheeks of her ass and pulled her to him. The tip of his cock stretched against the dimple of her cervix but it did not hurt. The little mouth welcomed him. Her body arched, to hold him right there and her womb forced her to cry, "Now." For the first time she felt a man's cum shoot inside her. His body arched too and tried to hold still, but contracting spasms rippled through him. She knew when each rope launched into her.

His shaft was still throbbing and her sheath was still milking it, when his weight dropped. Before she could be crushed, have her breath pressed out or think of complaining, John grabbed her and rolled so she was on top. His hands moved frantically all about her face, moving her head so he could kiss every inch, showing how pleased he was with her. His cock kept lurching and did not seem to be softening. As he moved, her recent climax decided not to subside but to build again. She needed more friction so she struggled to sit up and thrust against the long thick shaft impaling her.

"Yes, Marla, use me. Let me watch you. You're beautiful. Cum for me."

She had seen her sister respond to that order. Her mind would not do that but her body sure did. Her hips went wild, ripping at the rod inside her, raking it across her magic spot and grinding it into her clit. She heard a woman roar and her body filled with pleasure and it floated. His strong hands would not let her stop. Her climax extended and she floated higher and went into another. She was having trouble breathing but still leaped to a higher cloud. Again she went over the top. She felt her pussy push a large amount of wetness out around his cock and onto his belly and her thighs. That was new. Wild. She liked it and thrust harder. There was no breath left but she leapt into the unknown hoping that he knew what to do. He kept working her hips because she could not. His cock lurched and he screamed, "I'm cuming." Her sound was like a pirate's "Arggggggggggggggg." All the muscles in her belly cramped at once. John responded, "Yessss." His cum was too much and it too was running back out of her. Her eyes could not see. Everything was black but white and red lightening strikes lit the darkness. She heard a woman urging him on. She tried to hear, she wanted to know the limits of this pleasure but all went blank.

It was dark outside when Marla's eyes opened. Her naked body was warm and satisfied nestled against John. His arm was around her; she had one leg across his. She barely moved but his eyes opened too and his compliments flowed honestly, "You are beautiful asleep as well as awake. You body feels good against me. You surprised me. You are hot, passionate and demanding. You are the most beautiful when you cum."

Marla did not know what to say. She enjoyed waking up slowly, lightly rubbing his chest. He broke the spell, "We should clean up and go check on Cortney."

The steam spray from the shower nozzles felt good. John bent down and kissed her and ran his index finger through her slit. Marla moaned, "She is tender and bruised."

"I'm not surprised. I can still feel her sucking my cock and your clit rubbing into the base of my shaft. You are magnificent. I didn't get to taste every inch of you yet. Promise to give me another chance." 

Ann was finishing up some paper work when they walked in holding hands. 

"You two definitely look more relaxed and rested."

Cortney and Little Tony were asleep. John touched the side of Ann's face gently and asked, "How are they doing?"

"Great. Cortney has already asked about exercises to get back into shape and Tony is definitely a hungry breast man."

"Want us to sit with them for a while, so you can have some time to yourself?"

"That would be nice. Tony is my area code baby, you know."

"What does that mean?"

"He is number "209" for me."

Marla timed her first question for John with Ann getting out of earshot, "What did she want you to tell me about your sister?"

"When I was nine, Ann gave birth to my sister. My father took my hand, like I did yours, and put it into her and got me feel where my sister had grown. In an instant it explained a thousand things. My father died a couple of years later. I wish I had known him when I was a teenager."

"You said, you have known Ann all your life?"

"I'll answer you as completely as I can, if you promise to accept what I tell you, what you have seen and not pass judgment."

His harsh, even protective, tone, surprised her. She nodded and said, "I will."

"Ann's name is not on my birth certificate but she is the only mother I have ever known. My first memories are of her dressed like a hippy and my father totally in love with her. When I was little I slept with them; she was always nude and did not move my hands regardless of where I touched her. She answered my questions and made love to me, my first time. She taught me how to please a woman. 

She raised me after my father died. They were wild together. They were sexually playful with everything and everyone. They never owned anything or had much money. She has always been my greatest supporter. I pay all her bills and own the house she lives in. She has a reserved live-in boyfriend her age but she still dreams of the naughty free youthful fun times with my dad. In a way, I think she sees him in me."

"Your eyes are like hers."

"I've been told that before. I'm not sure if she is my biological mother. I've never asked. She is more than that to me."

"When Little Tony was born, she flicked his penis."

"She always does that. She touches the girls' clits too. I don't think she has had dozens of partners but if you ask her, her eyes will twinkle and she will say something like, "I have touched one hundred and twenty cocks and one hundred and thirty pussies." I've watched her leave many people standing in shock with their mouths hanging open. You are the only person I have ever breached that confidence to."

"I'm changing the subject on you."

John nodded.

"You said some lovely things to me. We've only been together once. You were not Sir James. Are those words what you say to all your lovers?"

"Sir James is a roll I play with Cortney in the lifestyle we have shared for a year. I am a dominant male but we are all defined somewhat by who we are with. May I answer the rest of your question in a few days? I'm still sorting out feelings and my reaction to you has my thoughts all mixed up."

Marla's mind was in overload. She was suddenly tired. The flight, the day and her time with John had all drained her. After Ann returned, they had a late snack together. Almost timidly, John asked, "Will you sleep in my bed tonight?"

She did not answer but followed him through the still ruffled bedroom into the master bath. Her suitcase was in the guest room. He gave her a toothbrush and undressed her while she used it. He kissed her neck, swatted her behind lightly and pushed her out the bathroom door. The sheets were cool and the heavy comforter felt good. She was almost asleep when his naked body snuggled against her back. Quickly his cock was half hard and found where it wanted to nestle for the night. His arm went around her and his hand cupped her left breast. His beard had grown during the day. Its stiff bristles signaled where he was going to kiss her neck and shoulders, Goodnight.

At eight the next morning, Marla felt the cold air on her breasts and pulled a pillow across them. Her legs were being pushed open and a tongue explored her still sensitive slit. Always before she would rush to wash up before she would allow herself to be touched. With John life was more raw, spontaneous and real. Her hands naturally went toward his head to protect her tender pussy. She definitely was not used to much activity.

John caught her hands and pinned them to her ass cheeks. His shoulders and elbows held her thighs open. She did not have the strength or will to struggle. Besides she wanted to know what he would do. She did not open her eyes. She clutched the pillow for warmth and let him feast on her over used pussy.

His first kisses, licks and sucks were too tender. She was not sure she was being touched. Slowly, she learned to recognize his tongue and his lips. He even nuzzled his nose into her. She coated it with her wetness and it slipped along her still sensitive clit. Its tip wiggled around the tip of her pearl that braved to peep out from under its protective cover. His tongue replaced his nose and it flicked lightly, then his lips sucked and tugged at the lips of her pussy. Her every muscle relaxed. Her mind had not started to work for the day. She just surrendered and let him enjoy her. There was no pressure, no demand, no expectations. His every touch was to worship her and tease her into the new day.




Reclaiming My Sex Life Ch. 04



Marla felt her wetness double and then double again but she stayed relaxed until John licked the broad part of his tongue through her slit and across her clit. Her hips lifted to follow. They were rewarded by the most gentle nursing on her clit that she could imagine. Her legs widened. For a second her mind almost challenged why her body was leading but his index finger pushed directly into her g-spot and curled pushing her clit out more so it would have to feel his lips.

For the next half hour, time stood still; it did not exist. Instead, Marla enjoyed and let her body lead her life for the first time. Her hips began to churn gently and he released her hands. They naturally went to his head. They knew he wanted them to guide him and teach him how to best please her sensitive body. Her body wanted to give him encouragement so it made noises for just him to hear. She did not realize that all her movements and sounds were building. She was holding his head tighter to her, her thighs now were closed over his ears, her hips matched his finger's thrusts into her spongy spot and her sounds were now a series of encouraging, yeses.

If he changed anything it was subtle. He was in no hurry. He could speed her but he wanted to learn the early morning pace of her body. Some mornings, he hoped that she would still be full of their combined juices from a pleasurable night before. Today he only tasted her. It is what he wanted. He now could answer Marla's question.

Her body tightened. She was sure she was going to pee. He told her, "Let your body go. It knows."

Her Kegel muscles relaxed and something different happened. His finger pressed and rubbed into her g-spot and she felt a squirt of liquid come from deep inside her womb. The strange contraction repeated for one more spritz and then her climax contracted her abdomen with such force that she doubled over, wrapping her body around John's head. The climax rippled again and then again. His tongue lapped at her wetness. She wanted him to have it but her body was too sensitive. Her hands pushed his head away. The maddening finger kept going. She couldn't think about that. Her body curled into a fetal ball as it rolled to one side. John crawled up and held her. His morning piss hard fit perfectly along the crack of her hot ass while her breathing returned to normal.

After a while, Marla really did have to pee. She knew John did too. First she wiggled out of bed and then reached back and tugged his cock, urging him to follow her. The old Marla would have been embarrassed as he knelt in front of the toilet spread her knees, opened her pussy's lips, watched and waited. He watched as she hissed and splattered into the water. He wasn't good at it but he tore some toilet paper from the roll and dabbed her dry. Marla took it but her pussy was very, very sensitive. Too sensitive for him to touch.

With some effort they changed places. At first she did not understand when he sat down. There was no way "that thing" would bend down enough to pee into the bowl if he were standing. Her hand closed around his shaft and forced it down and waited. His stream made less noise than hers had. It took him a long time to go; she dreamed. She wanted to go to the mountains with him and write her name in the snow. She had never felt the freedom to be so playful.

John stepped into the shower turned on the jets and reached for her. She followed. The fine spray felt good on her sensitive breasts while he kissed her neck and licked at her skin. Slowly he slid down behind her and opened the cheeks of her ass. She held her breath and tried to fight against him. He just pulled harder. When his tongue flicked across her wrinkled opening, an electric shock went through her. He kissed her and licked again. He was not offended. He wanted to do this and it certainly felt good. Different, tickling but good. Soon her outer sphincter relaxed and his tongue wiggled to get inside. At first she was perfectly still but as she relaxed he penetrated her and her ass sucked at the tip of his tongue.

She was sore but her fingers went to her clit and began to rub. One arm and her head pressed into the wall of the shower and she thrust back against his face. The naughtiness, newness, her fingers and the exquisite feelings raced her along. She came, struggled to stand and trembled. Her legs gave away and she sat on his tongue, pressing him deep. Another ripple of pleasure went through her body and his strong hands were there to catch her and guide her gently to the floor when she collapsed.

John sat on the built in bench, pulled her onto her knees and held her from behind. His rigid cock danced on her back and pre-cum leaked on her neck. As her strength returned she started to twist around and take him in her mouth. His arms held her tight, "Relax, enjoy, you don't have to do that."

Her body spoke for her. Her words were definitely not hers. She would never say such a thing, "I still have one virgin hole for you."

John's entire body trembled. Another gift. He kept holding her with one arm as he found the lube and coated his raging cock. He knew she could not stand and endure his thrusts. He lifted her to sit on his knees; her legs spread to the outside. Firmly he pushed her neck forward so he could see his target and firmly he pulled her hips. He let go of her neck. She stayed down and he lined the tip of his cock with her opening. He tugged lightly and she pushed back. Only half of his helmet opened her but he was in the right place and Marla knew it. She could feel his need and wanted to provide his release.

John did not rush her. His cock throbbed and her push back every few seconds stretched her. Neither expected the shared beauty of their joint moan when the head popped through providing some stretching relief to Marla and the maddening pleasurable slide of her tightness across the sensitive ridge of his cock.

If John thought about where his dick was, he would have cum. Instead, he talked to her, "Yesterday, you asked me some questions I had not figured out yet."

He waited. She did not say a word but pushed back. Another inch of cock slipped into her tightness.

His first words struggled through his pleasure, "I have only said those things to you. The pheromones and softness of your skin steal my intelligence."

Marla pushed again. The stretching hurt delightfully and his cock danced. She could feel John struggling not to cum. This experienced man in her ass was now reduced to mental tricks to keep from cuming. She loved the control but wanted all of him in her. She wanted to feel him thrust and know what what his long full thrust into her ass would be like. She wondered if she would be able to feel him contract and shoot his sperm deep in her bowels. 

"My desire for you makes my hands tremble and the tastes of your body make my head spin. I don't want to fail at pleasing you but I have to struggle not to just take you, claim you and fill you with my cum."

Marla pushed again and John's arm tightened around her waist. That combined pressure, forced his cock to slide deep into her. She had taken all but two inches. Water was splashing all about but his throat was dry. He looked down were they were joined. Her perfect apple-bottomed ass was spread wide. He could clearly see what he had yet to get into her. His hands trembled and his belly tightened, wanting to shove into her body. His heart fought against his need. He could not hurt her. His hoarse words continued.

"I have never felt what I feel with you."

Marla pushed back hard. His cock buried to the hilt in her ass. Her mind was the clear one. John was no longer coherent. She was ready, "Thrust into me John. Take me."

There was no thought on his part and she had no choice. He stood, pushing as deep as he would go in the process. For seconds she was suspended on his cock, then his knees bent and she reached out holding herself against the shower wall again. When he pulled his cock partially out of her, she felt empty and one hand reached down putting two fingers into her cunt to make up for the loss. On the next push, she could feel his rock hard shaft slide across her fingers through the thin membranes. Each time, her fingers would retreat, he pulled back. Then they both would push together. He would pause deep in her; she would press her clit hard against her hand and grind her hips. They waited and waited before each new cycle for John to regain control. His cock never quit dancing; his balls had been tight for a long time but he had not cum. He was walking down the razor's edge. His breath was ragged and so was Marla's. 

On the next thrust, John's legs struggled to hold him. Marla tortured him even more by rubbing the head of his cock from inside her pussy. That pushed him beyond their practiced rhythm and any possible control. His hands went to the sides of her hips and he thrust, then he thrust again and again, faster and harder. His hips and Marla's fingers were a blur. Somehow she knew when the correct thrust would come. With all his force he drove into her. Her body absorbed it but began to cum. She felt his first rope in her bowels. Her own contractions matched his second, his third and his forth; he was empty but his cock still lurched in her stretched behind. He could still feel her climatic spasms convulsing through her. His cock was just hard enough to provide some support when her legs let go. His arms provided the rest to guide her back to sit on him. Her head rolled back onto his shoulder; his hands clasped and held her by cupping her breasts; his cock throbbed and softened inside her.

Her young body recovered quickly. When John's cock slipped out of her ass, she reached down to feel where she had been stretched for the first time. She almost gasped at the gaping slippery, cum dribbling hole that had been her tight pucker not too many minutes ago. Even while her fingers were inside, her muscles began to close. She was in awe of what had happened and looked at John. He turned his face away but she saw the tears on his cheeks.