0 comments/ 43939 views/ 0 favorites Rich Bitch By: phillyriter Princess. That's what daddy said 'Regina' meant, and that's how she was treated all her life. Having never been denied anything, she now had to ask permission to eat, drink, use the toilet or have an orgasm. Yet she'd never felt so serene, so warmly content, so whole- as if submitting and obeying him were hard wired into her brain. Carlo's dominance filled a large empty space deep inside her. She lay back passively while he attached a short, strong chain from the ornate, iron headboard to the cuffs on her wrists. She knew she would have plenty of time tonight to ponder the cosmic justice of a 'rich bitch' becoming the love slave of a former landscape contractor. With her wrists securely fastened, he went to the foot of the bed, took a slim ankle in each hand, and pulled her roughly, until the chain and her arms were taut. He looked at her long slender feet with the perfect pedicure and considered a bit of foot torture, then decided against it. "The night is young" he thought to himself. Spreading her shapely legs uncomfortably wide apart, he secured each ankle strap to more chains connected under the bed. Finally, he took two thick king size pillows, told her to lift her bottom off the bed, and pushed them under her soft smooth ass. Stepping back he saw his little Regina awkwardly arched, small firm breasts with nipples hard and protruding, pussy with its fine downy hair thrust upward. He nodded to himself approvingly. "Shall we begin little one?" he asked. "Y...yes, I suppose" the trembling girl whispered. "You don't sound very enthused my dear. What do you desire?" "Only to please you, s...sir" she said a bit louder. He smiled and went to get what he needed from the bathroom, in a moment he returned with a large ceramic bowl of hot water, washcloth, old fashioned shaving mug and soap, brush, and straight razor. She looked at him with fear in her eyes, but bit her lip and said nothing. He soaked the washcloth and draped it, steaming, on her gaping crotch. "Ouch!" she yelped at the sudden sting on her delicate vulva and tried in vain to wiggle away from it. Ignoring this, he dipped the brush in the water, put it in the mug and began swirling it around, making a thick lather. Removing the washcloth, he energetically rubbed the soap on Regina's mound, lips, down her sex almost to her anus. She was relieved to have the hot cloth off her, and it was quite pleasant to feel the warm slippery brush against her cunt and clit. Seeing her enjoyment, he continued rubbing a bit longer than necessary, but not to the point where she would cum. As he opened the razor, the fear once again returned to her eyes, and just as she was about to speak, he began to shave her. Carlo gently tugged the lips out and over one at a time as his skilled hands scraped the blade over the tender skin. "Be very still now my pet, I do not wish to cut you" he told the quivering girl. First one then the other labia was revealed under the thin layer of shaving cream. He worked forward and up from her tiny rosebud of an asshole to her cunt lips, scraping and wiping the blade, scraping and wiping, always sure to hold the shiny instrument so she could get a good, terrifying look at it. Finally he ended with a few deft strokes on her mound, and folded the antique razor. Carlo didn't rush the process, loving this slow intimate time with her. It was she who grew impatient, anticipating what would come next. He took the warm washcloth from the bowl and gently wiped the remaining lather from her crotch, the heat and the slow stroking motion fueling her arousal. Putting the washcloth down, he examined her sex closely, his face so close that she could feel his breath on her cunt, and her heart quickened with her growing desire. "Yes, pleassse..." she oozed with the urge for release. "Almost done" he said. He produced a bottle and unscrewed the cap. As she strained to see what it was she barely got out the words "what's that?" when he poured some alcohol onto her freshly shaved pussy. She squealed and jumped and pulled against her restraints when he splashed it on. "Oh god, oh please, it burns, make it stop, please, it hurts so bad" she screamed, tears running down her cheeks. He went up and stroked her soft straight hair and held her head still and kissed her and licked her tears and said "we don't want any tiny cut to get you infected do we my pet?" She could only moan her response "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh god, but it burns...ooh" as she rocked her head back and forth. "You sadistic fucking bastard" she whispered. His eyes opened wide and she regretted her words as soon as they left her lips. She knew she would pay later for that one. Carlo returned his attention to her now bald cunt. He knew the burning wouldn't last. "After all, hadn't she endured worse with the hot wax?" he asked himself. The moisture which had been steadily trickling from deep inside when he instructed her to don her collar and cuffs now was growing into a stream. Soon, she knew, it would flow like a river. He took one lip between thumb and forefinger and moved it outward...inward... up and down. Then he repeated this with the other. Doing so, he knew, would brush against her clitoris just slightly and drive her half mad. "Oh, oooh, please...oh Carlo, please my love. I didn't mean it...please let me cum" she moaned, her head back and rolling side to side. "Patience, my pet" is all he said as he slipped his hands under her bottom and lifted her off the pillows to his waiting mouth. Regina fought the restraints holding her wrists to the headboard, thinking how she would love to grab his thick dark hair and push his face into her soaking pussy. But the leather cuffs held her fast. His lips kissed hers, light and tickling at first, as she squirmed to push her crotch into his mouth. Then rougher, pulling the little cunt flaps into his mouth and sucking each for awhile. Pulling one hand from under her, he inserted a finger into her, as she squirmed and wiggled to maneuver it deeper. Licking her swollen clit, he thrust the finger inside her, bending and wiggling it inside to scratch the insatiable itch that was her g-spot. As she writhed and moaned, head rolling side to side, the juices flowed freely, down and around her tight, puckered anus. Carlo pulled the finger out, never stopping his clit sucking for a moment, but when he re-entered her he was not so gentle. She let out a gasp as she felt the finger back inside her, and a second one suddenly violate her resistant asshole. "Oww, oh god, yes..." she whimpered. Pumping in and out of both holes at once, Carlo knew she was close to the edge. His thumb now took the place of his tongue on her clit, and he moved his face up to hers. "Ahh...ahh...please, please let me cum..." she pleaded. He ignored her begging and placed his mouth over hers, giving her a taste of herself. This was almost too much for her to bear, and the aroma and taste of her pussy got her bucking and thrusting against Carlo's hand. "Oh please, oh please god, now, please" she whispered. Regina would have been tempted to finish it herself if she wasn't restrained, but she still bore the marks on her tender bottom for the last time she was caught giving herself an orgasm without permission. Carlo kissed her face, eyes, chin, neck. All the time his three pronged attack continued on her clit, cunt and asshole. His lips and tongue slithered down her collar bones and on to her breasts. They heaved up and down with her heavy breathing, which now kept time with the hand assaulting her sopping wet crotch. Taking a hard nipple between his lips, she let out a gasp as he sucked it in and rolled his tongue over it. With his free hand he caressed the other small firm breast, working in toward the center. Finally with a nipple between his teeth and the other between his thumb and forefinger, he simultaneously bit, squeezed and shoved his hand deep inside Regina's cunt and asshole. This was the ultimate for her, all the nerves in her body lit up like high voltage wires sending one screaming message to her brain- ORGASM! Her whole body was one uncontrollable muscle in a spasm: her arching back, thighs, calves, belly, arms, neck, face, all tensed like steel cables. Her bucking and contortions extended from her curled toes to her fists to her face. The fluids flowed from between her legs as the dam burst, she let out one long loud "Ahhhhh", collapsed limp and soaked and she panted and twitched for a long time afterward. When she returned from that perfect world where there is no such thing as time and her belly is the center of the universe, she opened her eyes to see Carlo sitting on the bed next to her. He was smiling and holding a large glass with a straw bent over the rim up to her lips. Regina took it between her lips and sucked greedily- losing all those body fluids left her parched every time. As she sucked the last drop of the juice from the glass, Carlo put it down and produced a thin leather strap with a ball attached to the center. She automatically lifted her head and opened her mouth so he could place the gag in it. Sometime, she didn't know when, he had repositioned her legs and tied her ankles together, then reattached them to the bottom of the bed. Laying on her side, gagged and tied, she was aware that Carlo had undressed and was laying behind her. He pulled a sheet over them both and pressed his hard cock against her the cleft of her bottom. Kissing her tenderly on the back and neck, and caressing a breast in his hand, he said "sweet dreams my pet" and they fell into a deep sleep. Rich Bitch 'Because you have been so amazingly helpful'...the note began, on the richest and creamiest of stationaries, in a flawless hand.... 'In fact, your advising on this project has been—and I say this sincerely—'incalculable'— almost 'invaluable'—I want to give you a token of my most grateful appreciation.... If you will forgive me, I have taken a certain liberty in inquiring into some of—how shall I put it—your 'desires,' so-to-speak...nothing outside of the realm of what seems to be held as 'public knowledge' amongst some of us deemed to be your friends and associates...in any case, I'm hosting a little soirée this evening on your behalf—yes, Darling, YOU are the guest of honor! Ha! Ha! Ha!—so you can't refuse me.... I'll send a car for you at half-past eight....' It was signed 'Bianca'.... 'Shit! Shit! SHIT!' Sydd muttered to herself.... 'Bianca Trevors'.... She truly had not wanted this one but there was no one—NO ONE—in the firm who could have handled it—who would have handled it—not even smooth-talking Schuyler himself....But this was the way you earned your chits—this gave you 'favors' to call in....Sydd had accumulated a shit-load.... Bianca Trevors was the richest bitch in half the state...she was rumored to own at least three counties outright, probably including the one Sydd was sitting in at the moment.... Sydd had taken the case, and true to form, as the brilliant advocate that she was, and because of her oath as an officer of the court to defend her client at all costs, well....well, she simply kicked the asses of the opposition...and won a settlement that amounted to scads of money for a woman who needed no more....she also set a precedent for the protection of intellectual property rights....all in a day's work...right?... And here she was...late afternoon—having snuck out of the office early after the verdict—thinking about 'indulging' undisturbed....the candles were playing against the dark shadows of the mirrors...the skylight was open just in case this little interlude lasted til the stars came out—nothing like 'what a little starlight can do' when you're in this kind of mood—music was piping sensuously...the champagne flute was chilled...and the Asti was in the ice bucket within easy reach.... And just before she could slide out of her robe and into the depths of a rich, bubble-filled tub, the condo intercom buzzed... 'Got-dammit,' Sydd hissed....then, just as pleasantly, 'Yes, Bruno?...' 'Signora Black, so sorry to disturb you,' Bruno began in impeccable English, with just the slightest tease of Sicilian.... 'But a messenger has left a small parcel for you.... I would have never have disturbed you, but I thought that you might wish this immediately.... You see...it is from the offices of Ms. Trevors—Ms. Bianca Trevors.... So I took the liberty to bring it up to you immediately....' 'Shit! Shit! SHIT!' Sydd thought to herself as she opened the door.... 'I thought the verdict meant I was done with this bitch....' What Bruno got when she opened the door, however, was all sweetness and light...and the vision his dreams....the deliciously dark occupant of the suite below the penthouse greeted him in an oversized white kimono, that had inadvertently—truly inadvertently—Sydd had rules about NOT teasing the help—slipped from one shoulder to reveal an ample darkly coppered breast down to its even darker, bronzed nipple.... 'Scuzi, Signora Black,' Bruno began...struggling desperately to tear his eyes away from the nipple winking at him.... The only thing that broke the trance was the twenty that Sydd placed in his hand, and the dazzle of her smile that was brighter than the kimono.... 'You did exactly the right thing, Bruno....Grazie....' 'Prego et grazie, Signora Black....Enjoy the evening....' 'You too, Bruno... 'Ciao'.... Sydd shut the door....only to realize that her 'puppy' had been teasing Bruno all this time.... 'Damn! Maybe I should ask him to give me my twenty back,' she smirked as she opened the envelope.... *** At eight-thirty, the intercom buzzed again... 'Be right down!' It was simple but elegant—a black, off-the shoulder, crinkled bandeau top, over a black, long, full crinkled skirt....cinched at the waist with a black with gold and silver threaded silk band, and over that a belt of black suede with silver inlay....under that a pair of expensive, black thigh-highs—it was a dinner party Sydd supposed with people she hardly knew and probably cared for even less—so she had also cinched her 'python' in place with an 'industrial grade' thong—there would be no unintentional wandering there—she completed this with a pair of four inch black patent, peep-toe pumps, silver rings on every finger and heavy onyx jewelry for her neck and wrists, and long silver dangling from her ears.... Yes...'elegant' best described it all (she was clear that she wouldn't be up-staged by the Trevors bitch, no matter how much money she had)....she grabbed her long silk wrap.... The elevator brought her to the lobby and there her escort waited.... THEY were gorgeous! Both about 6'2—dwarfing Sydd, who might, in these heels be 5'10, 5'11—broad shouldered, tight-waisted—just immaculately built.... Bald, black, smooth-faced with perfect teeth and perfect grooming—twins....twins in tuxedos—black with black shirts and a cameo choker at the collar.... 'Ms. Black....' They said in unison as they both offered an arm.... Sydd immediately began to wonder if she should reconsider her prohibitions concerning men.... *** One opened the rear door of the Bentley convertible...the other assisted her into the car....then the two of them climbed into the front seat....the car slid out of the circular drive of the condo, the engine all but a whisper.... Wonderful evening for a drive—even to Bianca Trevor's—warm, a slight breeze, hint of honey suckle in the air...soft moonlight reflecting off the twins' domes.... Yes, delightful evening for a drive as they hit the lakefront and took the shoreline drive.... A big lake.... It separates two countries...the sun setting on its western edge; behind the twinkling of an urban universe as the city turns on its lights...and across the wide water to the north, the lights of an even wider universe begin to wink at Sydd as she settle back into the deep leather of the Bentley's rear seat as it enters 'unchartered' territory.... Sydian Black lives a comfortable life—a very comfortable life, thank you!—but it is nothing by comparison to the gated opulence that the Trevors' money signifies as the car turns through the stone pillars that mark the outer boundaries of the estate—one of several, or so we're told.... This is clearly not the money of 'comfort'...there is an extreme here that would make most uncomfortable, but Sydd has mastered and masks that discomfort.... 'might as well make the most of it and enjoy,' she sighs as the car comes to a stop in front of a portico with white double doors two-stories high.... The doors to the vehicle are opened again—this time by two different men—young, fit white valets—who hold the doors for both Sydd and her escorts....the white, two-story double doors swing wide, as doormen—literally—shoulder them out to reveal a broad, central staircase that looks like it has been stolen from some Hollywood backlot.... Sydd strolls through and in on the arms of her honor guard....heads begin to turn as they cross the foyer....then, at the head of the staircase, an even grander entrance is made—'La Trevors' makes her descent.... 'Syyd-jaahn, darling!' breathlessly...but all time stops when Bianca Trevors enters—or so her retainers believe—so her utterance carries the power of a shout—a loud shout—in the vault of an empty cathedral.... 'Our guest of honor....' Again, all heads swivel in the direction of the black, shoulder-less, full-skirted crinkled swirls and it's noire, blonde, nappy-headed occupant....a murmur swept the crowd of very rich—and more than likely very decadent—people...and their hangers-on....just as beautiful as their patrons—yet none clearly as exotic as Sydd—'Wonder why?' she half mused....she knew... 'part' of her reputation had preceded her.... Trevors swept slowly down the staircase.... 'Darling...Darling...Darling....' she intoned.... 'I am soooo delighted....soooo thrilled....' What amused Sydd most was that this bitch actually knew how to pronounce her name—better than most....clapping her hands twice for hush, her guests fell still....then with a sweeping gesture of her hand, Bianca trilled deeply—a pale platinum version of Carmen's voice: 'Syyd-jaahn Onyx Black...Barrister par excellente'....the crowd erupted—if such a term could be used for such a crowd—into polite applause.... 'Hmmmmm,' Sydd thought as Bianca took her arm from her escort and linked it with her own, 'Barrister par excellente'...all these folk certainly hadn't gathered for legal advice....She and Bianca began to make the tour of the foyer—smiles and 'hellos'—'how-do-you-dos'—through the crush....the escort, three paces behind.... *** They worked their way through various rooms of the mansion—Sydd aware that activities and the hum of them were contained—restricted to select and 'dedicated' space....the deeper they ventured, the more 'promising' the ambience—colors, smells, temperature—if the walls were licked, probably taste as well—and, of course, people....all types...all body proportions—power and wealth as aphrodisiac—surrounded by the extremely exotic—and therefore highly erotic—all of whom—by degrees—seemed to have lost more and more clothes the further they went into the house.... Sydd had done her homework—always—couldn't survive without it!—she knew Bianca Trevors much, much better than Bianca could ever know Sydd—in spite of all the money.... Trevors was legend too: extravagance and excess....in the Paris of de Sade, it would have been called 'debauchery'—so 'Syyd-jaahn' was mentally prepped for what she saw.... Bianca squeezed her arm...leaned into her ear...Sydd caught her fragrance and her warmth—heat-charged scent...seductive...inviting.... 'Damn!' Sydd said to herself as Bianca whispered.... 'So, Darling, you have pleased me to no end....' 'Really...?' Sydd shot back softly.... One of Sydd's most 'endearing' qualities—one that had certainly won over 'La Trevors'—after initially flooring her—was her refusal to accept bullshit from anyone....Sydd remembered the scene as if it were yesterday.... *** Bianca Trevors swept into Sydian Black's suite of offices...furs trailing behind imperially—unannounced....Bianca Trevors had a reputation of 'sweeping'....She brushed Cleeta—Sydd's executive assistant—off with a wave of the hand, and stormed through the cherry doors of the inner sanctum, Cleeta at her heels.... Sydd barely glanced up from a desk that seemed to occupy the full expanse of one corner window on the lake....she didn't signal Cleeta's retreat—it was clear that she wanted the younger black woman to witness the object lesson.... Softly, but very firmly and clearly, Sydian Black began: 'I don't give a fuck who you are...there are forms of common courtesy everywhere...and you have just breached one in MY office....more importantly, you've insulted an extremely important member of my staff—and if nothing else, a sincere apology is due (Cleeta had only been with Sydd all of two weeks!)—if you hadn't noticed, you've come to ME seeking help, I DID NOT come to you....and by the way, if it hasn't already occurred to you, my balls, literally and figuratively, will always be bigger than yours....' Trevors was stopped in full stride...she blanched...went whiter than any platinum blonde ever should and swallowed hard....she wheeled on Cleeta, glared...then stammered 'I beg...your...pardon....' Sydd was heard to sigh audibly... Trevors finished what should have been done a moment before, 'I mean that... sincerely....' She swung back round to face Sydd, flushed.... Sydd looked up and passed her to Cleeta—who was somehow embarrassed by the whole thing—smiled gently and nodded for her to pull the double-doors shut....without a word, she motioned Bianca to a seat with a stroke of her hand.... From that moment, Bianca Trevors knew her place in the company of Sydian O. Black.... *** Bianca hugged Sydd's arm...snuggling...almost cuddling against it....she continued to coo into Sydd's ear, her very expensive perfume, light but intoxicating... 'So glad...so very glad you came.... I do hope you brought an appetite...of sorts....' she crooned as she steered Sydd to another set of doors that their escort immediately held for them....the four of them stepped inside...the escort stopped on either side of the doors...their mere presence 'secured' them.... Compared to the rest of the house, this room was damn near 'intimate'....it was big, no doubt...but the dining table and side-boards gave a sense of containment...that is if you didn't notice the wall of floor to ceiling mirror that framed the very large fireplace—which, by the way—for late spring—was blazing full bore.... There were guests at the table and others milling at the buffet....the wait-staff was quite attentive—and quite naked.... Bianca gently cleared her throat and smiled as Sydd cocked her head—much like a cockatoo might—to catch Bianca's glance and to keep the room in perspective as well.... 'I hope this doesn't offend...that it's not too gauche....' ''Offensive?'... 'Gauche?'.... Sydd repeated... 'Hardly,' she smiled.... 'I actually find it quite amusing....' Then it caught her eye: the centerpieces for the main table, the side-boards and the grand buffet were live...and nude...and beautiful.... Then, Sydd realized that another 'feast' of sorts was in full force....it was not so much the squirming of the centerpieces as it was of the diners that caught her attention.... The ethnicity of the centerpiece was purposefully obscure—an incredibly beautiful, Afro-Eurasian type....bathed in syrups, chocolates, mousses, and creams...surrounded by fruits and garnishes...that the more discreet diner scooped with edible utensils...others simply cupped their fingers....the more emboldened employed their tongues.... That was the approach of a 'Trevors-type' blonde whose shoulder-strap had given way to expose a firm, creamy, strawberry-nippled breast, as she dipped her tongue between the woman's thighs searching for another kind of honey.... Behind her, Sydd noticed, another delicate hand raising the hem of the blonde's skirt...also in search of 'honey'.... Sydd turned towards an elaborate fountain pumping a punch of some sort.... This cascaded down the body of a young black man with a magnificent physique and a tremendous erection....so big that Sydd's eyes went wide.... 'Ooooouch!...'she winced to herself... 'and just how the hell does he keep it up—under these circumstances?'.... 'Never mind that...' she observed...more than enough cups were running over.... At the very moment Sydd thought that she had seen it all, a very tanned buff, tuxedoed, fading 70s-type star approached the fountain sans cup...bent and simply took as much of the 'spigot' in his mouth as he could and sucked greedily....the 'statue' responded...gently, but forcefully pumping the bloated face.... She glanced round...a 'well-ordered' crowd....some eating...some drinking...some.... Sydd backed away from the scene, managing to pluck a strawberry from the snatch of the buffet centerpiece....mmmmmmmmm....delicious...pussy has a way of making almost anything taste good.... *** Bianca sidled up to her hooking her arm in Sydd's again and steered her toward another curtained side entrance....her scent was delicate and expensive... 'intoxicating'...as she breathed into Sydd's ear... 'Dessert, Dah-ling?'...Bianca drawled as she moved Sydd away from the buffet, through heavy velvet and sashed drapes and another set of double doors...the twins at their heels.... 'Dessert?', Sydd laughed.... 'You mean there's more?....' Sydd knew the answer before she asked.... 'With me...there's always more....' Bianca breathed.... 'My middle name....or maybe it's in the blood...both...who knows...who cares....?' *** OK....OK...it was all beginning to have its effect on Sydd....shit! she's only human....Trevors was not only rich as sin...she was also a charm monster—that was, when she wasn't trying to act like a gorilla slinging power and influence.... Sydd's thong was becoming just a little too tight...and there was a tad of moisture accumulating in her 'basket'.... Bianca's scent...those soft, hot whispers in Sydd's ear....and then the backdrop...the backdrop...the backdrop....it was too obvious that every door they went through held a room with hotter and hotter sex....And Bianca Trevors' body hadn't even been mentioned yet.... Trevors had the finest body that money could buy....some joked, so much silicone that it was 'made by mattel'.... 'Nah...I don't thinks so....' mused Sydd... 'too much money, and too many contacts for anything cheap and shoddy....' Here was a body and face that had clearly been 'sculpted' in the sense that a great artist does her or his work....Michelangelo would have been honored; Leonardo would have saluted; Selma Burke would have recognized the art...but they might have puzzled by Bianca's aesthetic model—that is all but Burke.... You see, even though Bianca was a striking, water-blue eyed, ivory-skinned, platinum blonde, sho-nuff white girl...her salient features from the firm and shelf-like apple ass, to her 36c rack, the full, thick lips, broader than usual nose, and those high cheek bones...had been taken from some mythical black goddess of beauty....a collage of the most elegant—and from another angle, some of the nastiest and most pornographic—yet altogether beautiful black women who had walked the planet.... Yeh...Bianca Trevors was a sight to behold...a real head-turner...a show-stopper....A striking, arresting black woman...in a white girl's skin.... 'Bianca'—'whiteness'—that is the name...the meaning attached to it—the irony in all that—in all the money that exponentially whitened, 'white' Bianca—was that she wanted to be a black woman...well...at least, in part—to the degree that it didn't interfere with privilege.... And, this was privilege.... Even Sydian Onyx Black is not immune to seduction.... It is a rare occurrence...it is—she believes—only under circumstances where she might exercise control—over her own desires—physical and emotional—but she is not immune to seduction.... And Sydd recognized that she was being seduced....not so much by Bianca Trevors, as by the entire ambiance of the moment—by Bianca and everyone and everything within it.... Ms. White 'White' Trevors knew how to orchestrate the moment...she was a master conductor—a 'maestra,' as it were...and there clearly were, always would be, enough 'batons' at her disposal.... She was dressed to lead this ensemble....all of her fairness and blondeness were poured into a black ankle-length knit, criss-crossing in the front and rear, bearing her shoulders and back to that alabaster ass-crack and hugging every cosmetically-induced curve she possessed...tits and thick nipples straining against the flimsy bands...cinched impossibly tight and broken in the middle by the finest, black leather corset Sydd had ever seen....an hour-glass of 36c above and 38 below—who knew what the waist was—was it measurable?.... 'My kind of dresser,' Sydd mused.... She was almost conservative by comparison....but we should be clear, she drew as many stares as Trevors—stunning, black, nappi-headed blondes can do that.... Rich Bitch Sydian had an admiration and an affinity for women like Bianca—not her wealth—but what her body said...in its obvious 'manufacture'—its 'crafting'.... Lots of people argued—women, men, and all the spectra in between—that, women who underwent such augmentations were clearly and publicly displaying their inner-most insecurities—and all for men!.... Nah! Sydd didn't buy that...being one of them—she had, after all, a pair of purchased 'parts'—and she clearly had not done it for any man—or woman—or anyone in between—she had done it for herself....And if there were insecurities in that, they were those involved in the desire to become what she had become—a powerful, self-assured, transgendered creature...what she celebrated in Bianca and others like the two of them was what their bodies said of their embrace of sexuality....Sydd looked at her own body and Bianca's and the two, under these circumstances, clearly said 'sex'... 'dangerous' sex... *** Another huge fireplace....soft firelight flickering off the walls...and more bodies...magnificent bodies...quite spectacular bodies.... Fit! Fit! Fit!...a gymnasium of rainbow hues—not a one overdone...simply and majestically sculpted...sorry, no power-builders here...just everyday bodies gone beautiful.... Sydd stopped to take it all in...the bodies first....all that beauty in one, contained space....they made the couplings, at first, incidental...and then, that much more intense....then, something else dawned on her that made her head swim....everyone in the room appeared to be twins!.... She quickly glanced over her shoulder to the door...her 'guardians' stood there—'twins'.... On cue...Bianca whispered hotly: 'It IS your party....' *** A slinky bitch who looked exactly like Bianca—EXACTLY like her!—slid up, cupped both of those 36c's and began to examine Bianca's tonsils with her tongue....Sydd's eyes went wider than they ever should.... Bianca smirked.... 'Not everyone's a twin...' she laughed out loud... 'I simply have access to some wonderful body-doubles....Truly sorry...couldn't find yours....' she said with real sympathy....She didn't realize how relieved Sydd was.... Bianca's hand slid to Sydd's ass....Sydd turned to the door once more and saw her shaded, bald bodyguard had begun to shed their jackets....she starred, oblivious to Bianca cupping her ass.... Jackets slid gracefully to the floor....chokers still at the neck....studs popping from buttonholes...shirts forced open by twin sets of....breasts.... Sydd did a double-take....her two, six foot-something escorts were sporting tits at least as big as hers....Sydd watched as the trousers slid from athletic hips a bit wider than she would have suspected...passed the top of expensive thigh-highs...over long, thick, delicious, still slumbering, black cock....the trousers fell to ankles and were stepped out of...the 'bois' were shod in four-inch 'talons'—exquisite French stilettos.... 'How the fuck did I miss those...?' Sydd whispered to herself....big tits and big cocks bundled under starched shirts, cummerbunds and tuxedo jackets...those were great camouflage...she could be forgiven those...the pierced ears?—it was hard to find a guy who didn't have 'em....but....THE stilettos....how did she miss those....must have been the overall impression they made as they marched her out to the car....damn! these bitches were fine...! 'Anything strike your fancy?' Bianca breathed...her hand firmer yet on Sydd's haunch...kneading.... Sydd glanced sidewise at her...those Jolie-lips were just a bit too close....the fragrance and sweetness of the breath, a tad too heady.... 'Mmmmmmm....' Sydd breathed herself.... 'Almost too much....' feeling her thong strain.... 'Nonsense,' Bianca sighed as she teased the silver dangling from Sydd's ear with her tongue.... "There's never too much....' *** Another set of twins appeared...or so it seemed...dark like Sydd's escort...female and male—no assumptions there—they approached Sydd's 'guards' and immediately knelt in front of them and began to lick the thigh of each in tandem...up to the heads of the cocks...each cock stretching in anticipation of the next lick until its own power forced it to jut forward....Then each was trapped....in the hot, wet mouths of the 'twins' kneeling before them.... Bianca took Sydd's hand and led her to a divan...they both set and observed.... Sydd watched her guards being serviced, but her eyes roamed the room.... In some spaces...couples who looked exactly alike were coupling with one another...in others, those who looked alike were coupling with different 'twins'....as she shifted uncomfortably on her bottom, she remembered Bianca's comment about 'body-doubles'....that made her no less comfortable—the thong became even tighter as she spied a GROUP of 'Biancas' going at it.... At least four....pale, sea-eyed blondes, crossing the gender-divide....two females—exact replicas of Trevors—big lips, big tits, big asses...shaved, rouged, swollen pussy lips...high-heeled.... Another Bianca clone—built like the other two, but with eight, marvelous, thick and beautiful inches that looked like sculpted ivory, where the other two had pussies....Then there was Bianca the 'boi'....pale, blonde, water-blue-eyed like the others, but all male—sculpted physique...and his own piece of ivory.... He was on his hands and knees—twenty feet from where Sydd and Bianca sat.... one of the twin 'Biancas' had slid beneath him and was gorging herself on his cock—the head working in her throat like a bobbing Adam's apple....his head was dipped between her thighs where she scissorred him and pulled his tongue deep into her steamy pussy.... 'Bianca of the ivory cock' pushed smoothly up his ass...the effect was apparent...the 'twin's' throat got thicker with cock....the beauty with the cock pumped him smoothly with a regular rhythm that gave a kind of harmony to the three actions.... The other 'twin' straddled 'Bianca-boi's' back and offered a very thick and delicious clit to 'Bianca-the-dickgirl'....she accepted it greedily.... It was not that all of this activity was not having its effect on Sydd....in fact, she was somewhat relieved when she realized that Bianca was gently pushing her skirt up her thigh and raising her own as well... Bianca whispered—almost to herself as they were being approached by two green-eyed, redheads—'It's not really the twin thing... or incest—or any such nonsense—at all...what it REALLY is...' she said for emphasis.... 'is the greatest notion of self-indulgence and auto-stimulation one can imagine...just think of it this way...' she sighed, as she cupped and massaged the 'basket' of Sydd's thong.... 'I'm watching me fuck me....' The idea sent a shiver throughout Sydd's body as her cock hardened even more in Bianca's hand, straining for release....agile fingers freed it...and the redheads crawled, head-first, into their naked laps.... The 'hoover-girls'—and that is what they were—made Sydd pant and swoon....they were experts....between the intense lapping and then suction, Sydd was able to steal glances a Bianca—her head back, tongue lolling over those puffed lips like a bitch trying to catch her breath... Bianca caught Sydd's eye, threw her leg over the shoulder of the green-eyed vixen glued to her clit, inadvertently clamping her in a vise as she moved to cover Sydd's mouth....the snake of her tongue was welcomed into the warm, wet lair...greeted by another slick, thick serpent intent on sensuous wrestling.... Sydd sucked hard on Bianca's tongue—almost as hard as the red-head at her thighs....she marveled on the fragrance and taste...both sweet....she also recognized that Bianca had had an 'appetizer' of pussy somewhere before Sydd had arrived—was there the tang of cum there too?.... Bianca sucked equally as hard...imagined spices of cinnamon and chocolate lacing Sydd's tongue...the faint freshness of mint in the background...and then more exotic and erotic, that made her cum full force in the redhead's mouth when Sydd pulled and twisted her long, thick nipples between her thumb and forefinger.... The 'uuuunnnnnghhhh....! was muffled but forceful into Sydd's mouth....Sydd pushed her back just far enough to whisper: 'My, my, my...who would have thought that THE Bianca Trevors was such a little slut....?' She smirked and continued, 'Actually, who DIDN'T know it...but now I've got the goods first hand....' With that, Sydd pulled the redhead between Bianca's thighs to her mouth...kissed her as deeply as possible, probing for as much of Bianca's cream as she could salvage, then lavishly licking the redhead's full lips for any traces.... The other 'hoover girl' had created a vise with her thumb and forefinger encircling the base of Sydd's cock behind the balls...she had managed to push two fingers up Sydd's asshole forcing an already big cock to get thicker and longer....Sydd's eyes flickered for a moment...the lids fluttered...her loins smoldered....through thick lashes she caught Bianca's hungry stare anchored on her beautiful cock.... Bianca had slid to her knees and was licking all that the red-headed twin had not covered...full mouth sliding up and down that shaft....an incredible heat and slippery friction gripping Sydd's pole as the other tried to suck her inside out.... With the greatest of effort, Sydd pushed them both away....then pulled Bianca to her and forced three fingers up her cunt before she made her mount her.... Bianca forced herself down on most of the eleven-plus inches...leaned forward to moan into Sydd's mouth: 'Yessssssss...Babi, yessssss....' Arms wrapped round Sydd's neck, hands rummaging, fingers playing through the short, blonde naps.... Sydd's arms encircling Bianca's waist...biceps crunching her lats...forearms crossing over the smooth lower back....open palms coming to rest firmly—cupping that big white girl black ass....holding Bianca still...forcing her to take all of that pretty black cock...impaling her.... Bianca murmuring softly, deeply, into Sydd's ear: 'O yesssss.... I've wanted this ever since....unhhhhh!....ever since....ever since.... O, Babi!...ever since you told me....mmmmmmm....O Shit!!!....to sit down....unghhhh!...and shut the fuck up!.... 'I knew—O damn, Sydian! Damn!—I knew'...she panted...I knew what I wanted to sit on—O, Bitch...do me! Dooooo me!—I knew what was supposed to shut my mouth....' Sydd clamped her biceps against Bianca's sides, her crossed forearms pushing Bianca as far down on her cock as possible...her strong hand squeezing the globes of that sculpted ass....as she pushed up into all of that honey.... Slow, deep, methodical strokes... that ended with the banging of Bianca's vulva.... 'Unhhh! Unhhh! Unghhh!....O, bang me, Bitch! Bang me! Fuck me!' 'Take it, Bitch....Take it, white girl....' Sydd crooned....'You've been wanting black cock—this black cock—for a long time, huh?...' 'Yes, Babi....yes...a...long...time....', Bianca swooned.... *** Too true.... Before she ever walked into the offices of Sydian Black, Bianca Trevors had asked everyone she knew—she needed to hear it first—of the infamous sexual enigma that was Sydian O. Black....fuck the brilliant legal mind—it was that fabulous, almost un-aging body and sexual appetite that she was most interested in....her own lawyers had already vetted Sydd's legal track record.... Bianca's confidantes murmured of a stunning, big-cocked, insatiable, black beauty....Bianca had expected some over-sized, Amazonian giantess...not the 5'6, 5'7—a tad shorter than she was—exquisitely fit, polished, stylish, and O so sexy, Sydian Black....Bianca had fallen for what the myths of black sexuality said it must be.... In fact, it may have been Sydian Black's attitude that was more electrically exciting than the whispered promises of her body.... She commanded Bianca Trevors—had taken control—from the very beginning.... *** Sydd banged the box once more....Truly rang that chime....Bianca saw stars...the universe went black for and instant, revived only by the sound of her own wail as her orgasm flooded over Sydd's cock—literally....Sydd had tapped Bianca's 'well' and had found a gusher....Bianca's cum was oiling Sydd's rig.... Sydd still held Bianca tightly...limiting her thrashing...focusing and intensifying her cum....Bianca twisted and jerked in her pleasure...fell forward, found Sydd's mouth, covered it and softly hummed 'Thank you...Thank you...Thank you....' Just as softly, Sydd replied, 'You're welcome.... Now please me....Show me—show them'—all eyes were on Sydd and Bianca—'whose bitch you are....You are MY BITCH aren't you, Bianca?....You were from the day you walked in weren't you?...' Bianca's eyes glowed.... 'Yes'...she whispered... 'Yes'.... 'Then'...said Sydd, releasing Bianca, 'Ride me like the bitch you are....' *** Bianca sat up straight in Sydd lap like she was in the saddle of her favorite stallion—all that dick, she imagined, felt much like a horse-cock—no wonder a few friends had referred to Sydd as a 'pony-girl'....the sensation was wonderful.... She put her arms out...braced them as she cupped Sydd's C's and flicked the nipples with a rake of her long nails....Sydd twisted and bucked.... 'Hold on, Bitch,' Bianca softly crooned, 'Mami's going to ride now...THIS is my cock.... Bianca flexed her back and made her ass sit up as if she were in the saddle in canter...the main difference with this 'saddle' was that she was sitting on its pommel—on the 'horn'—Sydd's big, thick cock....She then began to 'post' on all that big, black dick....rhythmically riding her beautiful black stallion—up and down, up and down.... This time, Sydd is pinned down....Bianca controls—she rides....the smoothness of her wide, ivory hips pistoning on hard ebony bone....an equestrienne on an exquisite mount.... The pony-grl—the pretty with the horse cock—tries to have her way every now then...this is what mounts do—particularly when the sensation is so perfect and delightful—the repetitive chafe of the up and down...the heat and tightness of the pussy...the pleasure friction in spite the volume of 'oil' Bianca's snatch produces....But Bianca holds her stallion firm—posting...posting.... 'Mmmmmm....Good, Babi, good....' Bianca murmurs....'Let me ride you....Let me ride....' Sydd tries to twist in sweet vise of Bianca's pussy...the sensation too good....Bianca slaps her lightly across the cheek...leans forward...pins her shoulders back.... 'So....my little black bitch really wants to be ridden, huh? Well let's see what happens when I really let your ass out of the gate....' Sydd tries to glare back through the glaze of pleasure as the canter becomes a gallop....Trevors' hips pumping like a jockey at steeplechase....Sydd can only fall back and let her mistress take her off to the races.... The pace picks up....is this the 'rounding of the far turn'?....Bianca leans forward, jockey over the beautiful head of her mount...smoothers Sydd's mouth with her....brings her knees together in classic form as she heads for the 'finish-line'...ass ever so slightly above the crown of that dick....twist and pound...twist and pound....Bianca feels it...she feels it....her womb is red hot as it begins to break down...Sydd feels it too...fights...breaks Bianca lock...and bucks.... Bucks up into that tight sweet pussy as Bianca slams down with her twist....bucks as Bianca seizes her shoulders, doing everything she can to stay on....bucks and twists like a big cocked stallion whose size says 'danger'....Bucks...then unloads as the two of them scream in unison...thick cream and cum flowing from Bianca's cunt coating Sydd's shaft.... 'Grooms' at the ready...tongues immediately in attendance to 'cool' the stallion down.... A long tongue starts at the juncture above Sydd's anus and slowly sweeps forward and up...over her smooth, shaven balls, twisting around whatever area of exposed cock there is and up the crack of Bianca's ass....the latter winces...moans...sighs.... 'They told me you would be good, Babi...they didn't say 'magnificent''....she whispered....her mouth on top of Sydd's again.... She disengages and rolls to the side...immediately...quicker than you can say 'Lick me!'....they descend...tongues at the ready....Bianca goes into shakes...then shrieks....then moans...as a blonde and a red-head go down on her....neither wanting to leave a trace of what Sydd has deposited....two slant-eyed twins take a breast a piece....in the intensity, it sounds like sobbing.... There is a scramble for Sydd's goodies as well...a bit more dignified....the cream-coated cock is shared—several mouths take turns....someone has realized that 'goodness' has seeped along the crack of her ass and settled in the puckered ring of her asshole...the tongue works diligently to dislodge it....her nipples are pulled to their limits...their thickness caught in sharp incisors, flicked mercilessly by hot rasping tongues....the sound of her own ecstasy is muffled by hot, full, coated lips...that tongue tangling with her own.... She is being prepped.... *** The bodies surrounding and covering Sydd are moved aside—some kind of telekinesis—they seem to float away through no act of their own or anyone else—the stupor of sex?—a mind glazed over with lust?...Sydd focuses....through the fog of fucking, she can make out the two of them.... Their only identifying markers: the bald heads and chokers that had escorted her to this affair....from there down, a series of twinned marvels.... Breasts, firm and up-turned...sculpted and full...tight, flat bellies, accentuating full hips and apple asses....long, runners legs terminating in two pair of identical, extremely expensive stilettos....back up to thick—deliciously thick—long, dark meat—one a piece.... Sydd lingered there and they responded....cocks growing thicker and longer as Sydd licked her own full lips.... Sydd's gaze slid up to the faces—more exquisite than she remembered....the ladies had donned their makeup—they were ready to play....the smiles that twisted their mouths said so...the big pretty cocks that they now gripped and stroked said so.... Sydd licked her lips again...looked around....Bianca read her immediately...crooked a finger, flicked it....immediately a mirror, brushes, lipstick, and gloss appeared at Sydd's side.... Vain?....Hell, yes! If you've got a show to do, you'd best look the part.... Bianca knew this as well as Sydd did.... As soon as she was buffed to glowing—as soon as she was buffed to glowing, and her lips were thickly lacquered and glossed, Sydd flicked her finger, letting the twins know that they could now approach....letting them know as well, that they would be serving her—not the other way round....The two smiled to each other and strode to her side.... *** They settled on either side of her....each taking a nipple between thumb and forefinger, pulling hard, twisting and rolling between the finger pads....As Sydd's mouth formed a silent 'O' of pleasure, the two tongues slid in seamlessly....free hands found her cock....and at the same moment she found theirs.... The kissing, pumping, and squirming (mostly Sydd squirming) seemed to last for eternity....the spectacle elicited audience participation as well....as people paired off, moved into threes, or any other numerical configuration that might work.... One twin pushed Sydd onto her side...kissed down the length of her back from her lovely shoulders, through the valley of her ass, to the sweet well of her asshole....the 'Oooooooo....' Rolled from Sydd's mouth before it was covered again....the twin in front—hard, hot nipples, pressed against her own—stinging—the weight of her full, muscular breasts crushing Sydd's as she expertly milked Sydd's cock.... Rich Bitch The twin behind kissed her way back up Sydd's back, then with very strong hands, gripped the cheeks of Sydd's ass and spread them wide....Sydd tensed, momentarily...thought better of it and simply let the twin have her way.... The heat from the cock's 'warhead' was tremendous....Sydd swooned as it touched her slicked asshole—sizzling.... 'Uhhhmmmm...' she sighed as she accepted it inch by glorious inch.... 'Oooooooo....' trickled softly from her perfect lips before they were abruptly stoppered by the other twin's enormous, beautiful dick....at the same moment, Sydd's hot cock was sucked into a sweet oblivion as the hardest of engines drilled her ass.... The rhythms were superb...her ass and mouth filled by the most exquisite of black cocks...the heat of pointed nipples and firm breasts against her back, the same pressing her thighs...a firm hand encircling her cock, feeding it to a voracious mouth...Sydd just as greedily sucking—as if her life depended on it.... Then, the position shift....a slight disengagement....the rearrangement of partners....she who had been behind, moved to the 'head' of the line....she who had had been 'facing'—literally—literally 'took the rear'.... Penetration was flawless as Sydd was pulled to her knees....her ass slightly raised as a receptacle for beautiful, black, monster cock....bright, shiny, slicked lips popped by the cherry of a dick-head—all day sucker for an all day sucker.... Then, there was the third party.... Sydd on her knees...big cocks rhythmically pumping ass and mouth....a pair of delicate hands cupping her balls before gorging on her own pretty dick.... The body between her thighs was pale and delicate—almost doll-like...sculpted.... Sydd then realized that La Trevors was not to be denied....again.... The thumping up her ass....the smooth pistoning through her full, fevered lips and down her throat—deep...deep...deep...were only exacerbated—amplified—by the intense hum droning around her cock....tightening like a sweet, slick, hot, honey-coated, sleeve—the kind they take your blood-pressure with...Sydd could definitely feel her pulse registering there—from the tip of her cock to the tightly stretched drumheads of her temples....And, she was about to explode.... Bianca pulled on that thick, black swizzle-stick like it was the last cock she would be granted in this life-time, or any other—ever.... Her cheeks alternating in puffs and collapses, would have made Diz proud...she was truly blowing this 'horn'—forget the fact that it was actually a 'flute'.... She was a women on a mission.... She need to add Sydian Black to her list of conquests.... Moment of truth.... Bianca could feel it as Sydd's hips began to shudder....out of rhythm with the rest of them—no longer under their domain—their control—she was lost to them as she jerked—she only belonged to her orgasm as her hips and lips clinched simultaneously on those two magnificent cocks....as she found a depth in Bianca's throat that neither of them had known existed.... Then and there she spewed....and that was the cue for everyone else to have their due as well.... the magnum in her ass expanded balloon-size....the latex scalding inside-out....the sweet meat down Sydd's throat jettisoned its load and cream backed up and surged over the dam of her cherry-red lips.... Through the pressure that filled her ears, Sydd could hear Bianca choking and gagging...in spite of it all, she kept sucking....through the ecstasy of her squint, Sydd could see the hand of one of her twins firmly on the back of Bianca's head, literally holding her on to Sydd's cock.... Bianca continued to pull more cream from Sydd's cock, creating one little orgasmic aftershock after another that made Sydd's ass clench and then twist, expelling the huge dick that had recently made those sugar walls hum... Surviving the quivers of the quake, Sydd let her body relax—go limp as the powerful arm of the twin in her rear supported her.... A trickle of cream punctuated the corner of her shellacked red lips...then one tongue...two...now a third....penetrated her mouth....the taste of her own cum mingling with the twin's....Bianca's soft, hot breath—a whisper—'Thank you....Thank you....Thank you for everything....' *** What some people will do....to retain the best talent in town....legal...and otherwise.... Some women named 'Bianca' aretruly bitches—in more ways than one... Rich Bitch I had to work out of town for a few days several times a year and used this time alone to experiment with my longtime fantasy, Cross-dressing. In the last couple of years I have frequently been working in a town where my wife's very rich friend lives and she offered to let me stay with she and her husband. This produced a complication because I was no longer able to spend my evenings a little stoned dressed up in hotel rooms watching porn and fantasizing. They are a great couple though, good fun to spend time with, rich beyond belief (due to a dot com explosion he was standing right in front of) and very generous. I was welcome at their house at all times. Their sons had grown up and left home and most evenings we would go out for dinner or just stay in and watch a movie or TV. The week in question though, they were both going to be pretty busy. He was out of town all week and she had dinner engagements on two evenings. That meant that having spent Monday evening together, I went to work on Tuesday morning in the clear knowledge that she would not be back until late that evening. I would have all evening to dress up and tease myself. I wouldn't allow myself to cum until she was just about to arrive, I could have two hours of edging myself. So there was time for some fun after all I thought. Having not planned on this I had nothing to wear, so I stopped in at a shoe shop and bought a pair of size 11 killer heel sandals in a very lurid pink. I found a nice bodice and thong panty set at a chain store and off I went to play. When I got back to the house I wasted no time getting ready, I showered and dressed in my new things teasing myself all the while. I had no stockings. I would look and feel sexier if I had some. Feeling very daring, I opened the bedroom door and walked through the house to their room. The sound of my heels clicking on the floor was a real turn-on. I stopped by their bedroom door to stroke and tease myself again. When I was hard and desperate, the feeling or orgasm approaching I slowed my hand and tucked myself back into my thong panties, then I opened the bedroom door and took in the surroundings. I loved it, it was a little more feminine than our bedroom at home. I smelled her perfume, sprayed some on my neck. I went through her drawers looking for stockings but trying different items on as I went. She had some really sexy lingerie and once I found some sheer black holdup stockings and put them on I had a little fashion show, strutting around in front of the full length mirror. I put on some makeup. dug deep in all of her drawers, found some pornographic novels and some toys in a night stand. I found some Viagra too and remembered a story she had told my wife about making her previous husband take some because he wasn't giving her enough sex. I took a Viagra pill and got aroused all over again realizing how much this woman loved sex. I looked for her sexiest dresses and outfits, held them up in front of the mirror, stroking myself, teasing myself again. I was in heaven, her wardrobe was extensive and some of the clothes were really sexy. I'm a small man, but she is smaller still and little I picked out could fit me without either ripping seams or looking absurd, but I did find a cute mini skirt and a stretchy, sexy blouse that covered all of my upper body and with my bodice underneath, made me look like I had boobs. I put on lipstick, fluffed my overlong hair to make it look as feminine as possible and knelt by the bed holding one of the two dildos by the base, sucking and licking it, taking it deep into my mouth. It had a suction cup base so I stuck it to the mirror and positioned it as if it were a real live dick. Then I went to work loving it and slurping on it as if I were a real life slut. It had been half an hour or so since I took the Viagra and the erection I had was straining at the cloth of my panties. I stroked it lovingly as I sucked the one on the mirror. I was so hard and so close to cumming, it was heavenly. I could hardly bare to stop. Something in the open draw drew my attention: A tube of lube. I took it out and lubed up the big fake cock. I spread a little lube around my hole and backed up to the mirror. Slowly and gently I eased back onto the big fake cock. it felt wonderful the way it spread me and slowly forced its way into me. I gasped as the head popped in. Paused for a moment then gave a long low moan of desire as the fat shaft slipped deeper as I pushed back onto it. I dared not touch myself as I focused on the big shaft, I was so close to cumming, I had been edging myself for over two hours and this just felt so good. I worked my hips back and forth, thrilling with the sensation. I strained for release in my panties, a wet stain appearing at the end of the outlined thick shaft. I worked my hips on the thick cock buried inside me, trying to get the angle just right. It felt so good and I was so close to cumming there must be a way to get that cock to make me cum without touching myself. I was bent over, my hands on my ankles, my ass bouncing off the mirror, taking the full length of the dildo in my ass, moaning "Yeah, Yeah, fuck me, fuck my pussy." when I heard the garage door below me and froze. Fear coursed through me. I panicked. I frantically put stuff away as best as I could in her bedroom, thanking the fact that I had been putting things away as I took them off and ran on noisy heels back to my own room where I stripped off the shoes and quickly cleaned off the makeup. I was wiping off lipstick when I heard her call out. "Hallo, You upstairs? I've got something to show you!" "Yes, I'll be right down." I called back, panting. I threw on sweat pants and a sweatshirt, relying on their bagginess to cover up my feminine attire, and headed downstairs. I was in the large lounge when she came down the hallway. She was obviously a little drunk, I wondered idly about how safe she had been driving. She walked up to me, "You look flushed, Sweetie. What have you been up to?!" She said with a grin. My heart sank, as I realized that the Viagra flush had hit as well as my own guilty embarrassment. "Uh, just working out a little." I answered unconvincingly. She flopped down on the sofa. "Get me a drink, Sweetie, and come and see what I have here. A bloody Mary for me and something strong for you too." I went off to get the drinks, a feeling of dread whelling in me. Why was she calling me sweetie and what did she have to show me and why was it important for me to have a strong drink? Back in the lounge she had the TV and surround sound on and was playing music to it from her phone. "Come sit by me." She patted the sofa beside her. As I sat down she groaned: "That was the most boring meeting ever. It took three double gins to get through it. Fortunately though, I found some wonderful entertainment on my phone, thanks to you." She grinned playfully, reaching out and stroking my cheek. Her hand felt obvious and alien on me. This was one of my wife's closest friends. Her hand rested on my shoulder, fingers moving in a gentle caress. "What, playing solitaire in a board meeting?" I asked, trying to ignore the obvious. Her fingers had rubbed over the straps of my corset and even through the thick fabric of my sweatshirt she must have felt it. Her grin turned to a smirk of satisfaction; she looked like the cat that got the cream. "Nooo Sweetie, something far more interesting. Look." She was playing on her phone and soon the images came up on the big screen TV. First it was a picture of the driveway, then the patio at the rear of the house. "We have a fabulous security camera set up. I don't think I've ever told you about it. Look it even records if there's motion. There's you coming home." She said with a giggle as we watched my image as I walked up the driveway to the house. The quality was really good; you could even make out the name on the big pink shoe bag I was carrying. "Pretty bag." She giggled. I was uneasy. All this giggling was not good, she was either way drunk or she was plotting something. "The little runts kept stealing from their daddy." She carried on; she detested her two step-sons. "So.... We added a camera inside too!" The image changed to her bedroom. I froze. My heart pounded in my chest, my stomach felt like it was about to come out through my throat. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I was sweating and I was shivering. I was beginning to stammer an apology when she slapped me. "SORRY!" She screamed. "You fucking will be when I'm done with you!" "Please!" I begged "Please don't tell..." "HA!" She shouted. "Who? Your precious little wifey? Your boss? Your family? Your friends? WHO?" Her cruelty was astonishing. "Anyone." I mumbled. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. I....." "Shut up, bitch!" She cut me off again, standing over me now, swinging another vicious slap to my face before closing her hand on my throat. "I own you. I can ruin you any time I want. I've always thought it was a waste, a little pervert like you married to her. She has never made the most of the opportunity. But you can be fucking sure I will!" She looked down at me with a look of total domination. "I realized this evening that the slave I have always wanted is mine. I OWN YOU!" She reached down and pulled off my sweatshirt, then tugged on my sweat pants. I had no will to resist. I was shocked and scared and frozen in dread. She stepped back and looked at me, a sneer painted to her lips. I was revealed in all my submissive glory: Panties, and bodice in hot pink and her own sheer black stockings covering my legs. I was so ashamed. The image on the screen flickered behind her as I danced and paraded. She stood in front of it, the picture of dominance in short skirt and heels and a tight black blouse. Rage and total authority infused her, she was the complete dominant bitch. I was totally consumed by dread. Totally, except for a little glimmer of relief. Relief that a lifelong secret was now out in the open. And hope, hope that this cruel bitch would think twice before creating embarrassment to one of her closest friends. "Yes!" She exclaimed. "The little pervert in all her glory! Don't you look pathetic!" She glared down at me "Don't ever think I wont ruin you. I fucking own you. You are going to do everything I demand. I don't care if it hurts your pretty little wife or humiliates your family. I don't care if you lose your job or your friends. I can ruin you and if you ever deny me anything.... I WILL ruin you! I will fucking ruin you out of spite. You know I will. This is my chance to have a real slave and you WILL NOT DENY ME ANYTHING!" "Oh god, please." I whimpered. "Shut the fuck up, slut." She said coldly, grabbing me by the throat again, squeezing tightly. Leaning in and putting her face in mine. "You will do everything I ask, without hesitation. You will not whine or beg or complain. You will not speak unless I require you to and you will call me Mistress, or M'lady. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?" She released my throat her eyes wide with fury, and I gasped: "Yes." She slapped me hard. "Yes, mistress." I corrected quietly, ashamed. Her eyes were wild with a gleeful satisfaction. A euphoric smirk of triumph on her face, she said "That's right, bitch. I own you." She reached down and ran her fingers through my hair. The caress was unexpected but her fingers tightened and she pulled my head towards her until my face was under her skirt pressed firmly to her panties. The smell of her arousal was intense and surprising. She ground her crotch into my face and a groan escaped her. My lips touched the soft satin and it was wet, her arousal was intoxicating. I moved my head, trying to kiss and suck on the lips of her pussy. "Ohhhh, fuck, yesss. I own you." She groaned above me, as my lips found her clit and closed on it. Her fingers tightened in my hair and she held me there for a second, a little gasp, then she pulled my face away. "There will be benefits to your obedience and there will be punishments for you too." She smirked, eyes wide and glassy, as she held me inches away from her hot pussy. "And you will probably enjoy both, little pervert that you are!" She turned and looked at the screen. There I was in full glorious slut mode pushing my ass back onto the big pink dildo, lust all over my face. She dragged me forward and held the back of my head to her crotch, grinding her pussy against me as her hands constricted my throat, her nails digging in deep and painful. I was struggling for air as she gloated: "I own you. I fucking own you. You will not deny me anything. You are mine." I could feel the hard nub of her clit against my scalp, even through the fabric of her panties. She pushed me down and I lay gasping for air. "Do you understand the shit you are in?" "Yes, Mistress." I gasped. "And are you quite clear on what I require of you?" She grabbed my throat again, her red, defiant face in mine. "Yesss." was all I could get out of my constricted throat. She slapped me again. A hard stinging full force blow to my face. "Yes, mistress." I implored She softly ran her fingers down my hot red stinging cheek. "If you behave yourself I won't have to be so mean to you. Perhaps we can even have some fun together." She ran her other hand up my stocking clad leg and up the tender flesh of my inner thigh. Her fingers ran over the front of my panties, I was hard, intensely so. "Mmmmmm, not all girl then!" She purred. "I am fucking enjoying this. And I am going to love having my very own pervert slave-girl. You can enjoy it too, sweetie if you choose to." Her fingers teasing me through the satin making my hard cock even bigger and harder. "Don't ruin it for us both. I have fantasized too long about an opportunity like this. It can be delicious if you let me have my way. Your dirty mind and my imagination are made for each other. Your prissy wife and my square hubby, for all their wonderful qualities, could not conceive of the joyful depravity we can revel in together. Give me what I want and I'll make sure you won't regret it. Don't ruin this." Her words softly playing my mind as her fingers caressed the length of my cock, dread and desire fighting in my head. My body betrayed me as my hips lifted up to her hand, desperate for her touch to intensify. "Ohhhh, if only it were that easy! Sweetie, you are going to have to work hard for your rewards." She chuckled. "Nice that you are so well hung through! It will be so much more fun knowing my slave-girl has a big toy for me to play with. This is no clit, the only word for it is cock. A big hard cock!" She gripped me, squeezing tightly. "I was worried that you might be disappointingly small. Such a relief! This might be what saves you." All the time her hand was squeezing and rubbing my shaft through my panties. Her eyes locked on mine, piercing any armor I had left. Her hand speeding up as her knowing look told me she knew I wanted it. My hips began to rock, and her hand gripped me tighter and rubbed faster. Her fingers stroking over the sensitive head, coaxing me. "That's it, sweetie. Let yourself go. You wanted this too, didn't you?" "Yes, mistress." I moaned as she raked the length of my cock with her nails. My hips writhed with the intensity of desire, and her hand gripped me tightly again, resuming her stroking. "You won't deny me anything will you, sweetie?" She cooed as her stroking brought me higher. The fingers on my face caressing my lips. My mouth open in desire. "No, No, Nothing, mistress." I replied in a desperate cry as my body rushed headlong toward release. She slipped a finger between my lips, fucking my mouth rhythmically as her other hand tormented my aching cock. Groaning and writhing below her, the pent up desire from edging myself for two hours blurring my mind as I embraced the new reality of my most hidden desires freed by her. The words tumbled out in a mess of groans and cries of passion when her fingers left my mouth. "I will do anything you want, Mistress. Ohhhh. Ahhh. Yesssssss. You own me, Mistress. Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ahhh. I won't deny you." I was on the brink of cumming and she seemed a goddess to me. "Ohhhh you are going to make me very happy, Sweetie." She said, gently lifting her hand away from my straining hardness, focused intently on my face as the excruciating torment of unrealized release tore through me showed in gasps and groans of desire. "Mmmmm, look how desperate you are." She purred, as I sucked frantically on her offered fingers, my hips bucking up in a vain attempt to find the hand that might provide release, the hand that she had now slipped between her own legs. "Delicious." She murmured through lidded eyes, touching herself in blatant pleasure over my torment. "I'm going to enjoy our playtime." She watched me ride out the waves of desperation, aroused by the torture she had produced purely by removing her hand from me, and as my breathing and writhing slowed she whispered into my ear. "Obedience and loyalty will always be rewarded." She moved upward and squatted over my face. She pulled her thong panties to the side, exposing her hairless glistening pussy as she lowered it to my lips. Greedily I feasted on her. My tongue slipping easily between her glorious lips, lapping through their length as she moaned above me. She tasted wonderful and my desire to satisfy her consumed me. I lapped at her feverishly, fucking my tongue as deeply into her pussy as I could; loving the sounds of her moans. She moved, resting on her knees. "Good girl." She murmured. "Wifey said you like eating pussy." Then, "Ahhhh, fuck, yesss," as my tongue found her clit. It was pronounced and hard and every stroke of my tongue over it made her gasp. I lapped at it harder, and faster; her moans becoming a continuous stream of sound. She rocked a little over me but I held fast to her pussy, my tongue never stopping its rapid torment of her clit. I felt her climax build and lashed her clit with my tongue over and over, worshiping her in the most intimate way I knew. She cried out in gasps of pleasure. "Fuck, yesss yesssssss. I fucking own you. Yesss yesssssss. You're all mine." She laughed and her laughing grew into high gasps of pure dominant pleasure as my tongue drove her over the edge. "Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Yesssssssssss! Yesssssss!" She continued to ride my face, thrilling in aftershocks as my tongue continued to play between her lips. Her body quivered gorgeously above me as she continued to moan gently, soaking up every drop of pleasure. Finally she rocked back on her haunches, away from me, saying: "Fuck, you are good at that Sweetie." Her hand reached back and felt my cock. I was still hard, her arousal was infectious, her orgasm incredibly erotic and my body showed clearly how horny she made me. "Ha!" She laughed. "You even get turned on eating pussy!" My head swam with desire and tortured desperation as her fingers again stroked my shaft. It was so completely overwhelming, I reveled in it, in its thrilling urgency. Her free hand slipped inside my bodice, playing with a nipple as she watched me calmly. I was climbing to my peak again and she watched me, smirking at my wantonness. Coaxing my body towards the orgasm I so desperately needed. Suddenly she gave me a hard stinging tweak bringing me clearly back to earth. She rose up above me. "Now go and put those pretty pink shoes on and meet me in my bathroom. We are going to get you prettied up. I want you to look the complete girl slut, all except that fabulous cock!" I stood and walked, a little unsteadily, to the stairs. "I'M FUCKING LOVING THIS!" She shouted after me in a gleeful cry. "I OWN YOU! I FUCKING OWN YOUR PRETTY LITTLE ASS!"