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The Introduction

By: Terra



"This is so like me." I thought as I sat back down in front of my computer. I had always enjoyed Halloween but over the last few years my participation in Halloween activities had been fewer and fewer. This year was the worst yet. My one concession that it was even a holiday was a plastic pumpkin light that gave the office an eerie orange glow. I glanced back at the website I was revising, took a deep breath and began typing. "I really need to get this done." Outside the office, trick or treaters were going house to house and parties were just beginning. Before I was finished with all the little extra touches that makes my web page unique the kids were home in bed and parties had reached their peak and were on their way to winding down. I clicked off the web and just continued staring at the monitor. The screensaver kicked in and a scene from a old horror movie filled the screen. 

It was an old cemetery with the above ground crypts as well as large stone makers. One of the crypts door leaned away from its post and inside appeared two red eyes. As I stared at the eyes I hadn't noticed in the screensaver before, fog entered my door and began swirling around the chairs and multiple desks in my office. My eyes felt glued to the monitor. The fog found its way to my feet and caressed my ankles taking an upward curl following a unmarked path moving up and around my calves and thighs. It felt like someone gently moving a few fingers slowly across my skin's surface. I shivered as the fog continued its climb. Eerie organ music came from the computer's speakers as I felt a wisp of fog trace my lips in a gentle butterfly kiss.

A hand came out of the fog to caress my breast. Just cupping it and giving the nipple a soft twist and gentle pinch. I glanced in the mirror on top of my monitor; a reflection of me, the fog and my jack-o-lantern smiling gleefully. I looked down and could see the hand cupping my breast and inhaled deeply. My eyes followed the hand up the arm and I turned in my chair to continue my sight path up the arm. My eyes were treated to dark rich material stretched against full muscles; broad shoulders lead to a well-defined neck and chin. Full lips lead to strong nose then stopped at the eyes. The eyes returned my own image and I fell into a light trance. 

The hand continued circling my nipple and applying soft pressure to my breast as he leaned down and his lips met mine. My mind seemed to explode in returned passion as the kiss built to deep tongue diving and the hand increased its pinching and twisting. Another hand rested just a second on my thigh then started a slow climb under my skirt. I never thought to resist, or question as my passion washed over me and the stranger made love to me in such a familiar manner. My legs opened to the stranger as his hand found my panties and started working them down over my hips. I rise out of my seat to help him and he takes my chair and pulls me to his lap as my panties fall in a on the floor. 

I am straddled across his lap as his hand swirls around my clit and occasionally dips into my wet pussy. His lips release mine and start traveling down my chin and on to my neck. His tongue licks and nips at my neck as his fingers roll and dip between my legs. As I near the first climax I have had in months I feel his bite on my neck draw blood, pushing me over the edge to wave after wave of ecstasy. But this stranger isn't done with me; he pushes me back to standing then pulls me across his lap. Somehow I end up with my head down almost to the floor and my bottom across his lap. His hand probes my pussy, diving in and bringing the juices up to my small puckered hole and deeper around my clit. I moan in response to his manipulations. Instantly they stop. 

I start to look , but stop when my bottom explodes with pain as his hand crashes on my ass. Several more whacks follow as I squirm trying to escape his iron hold on me. My bottom is on fire as the spanking continues. I cry out and try to find a way to push myself off his lap as the hand rains down again and again. Finally as the pain fills my head with a white light, I stop struggling and realize that my ass isn't the only thing burning. My pussy has built its own fire as the fire builds on my inflamed rear. I am not sure when the blows stopped and the soft caresses started but they gently rubbed my bottom's cheeks and again dived for my juice and spread it up to my backdoor. 

He pulled me off his lap and laid me face down across my desk. His hands each grabbed a cheek and opened them wide. His thumb traced the circle of my tight hole and then pushed in. I tried to get away but my desk holds me in place as a second thumb enters me and both probe as deep as they can go and start stretching my ass for what is to follow them. I moan as the pain turns to pleasure and the fire builds in my stomach. The thumbs retreat and I feel another pressure at my back door. Searing pain as his cock enters my ass and he pushes himself deep into my bowels. He rests for a moment fully inside me the slowly pulls out almost all the way. Again I am washed with pain as he thrusts; again I feel the fire build as he pulls out. The fire builds as he continued thrusting. I started thrusting back as I got closer to Cumming. The waves of pleasure-pain envelop me as again I feel his bite on my neck.

Several hours later I wake laying across my desk with that damn pumpkin grinning at me. My skirt pulled up, my ass burning and panties on the floor. No trace of fog or the man within it except for the handprints on my bottom and a couple of bite marks on my neck. I quickly dress and grab my purse as I leave my office. My hand travels to my throat and caresses the bite as I think of the nights events and wonder whether I will see the stranger again.

The Introduction



Dear readers, the following are one of many true stories from my own personal archives that I dub as 'sexperiences'. There are quite a few chapters to this first story that I aptly named, The Introduction. I was eighteen when I was introduced into the gay/bi scene. Here's how it happened:

I was living in Germany at the time when I just had my eighteenth Birthday and planned a four-day weekend party at the notorious 'Red Light District' in one of Germany's larger cities, Frankfurt. I had been planning this trip for a while and was definitely looking forward to it. I didn't have a car at the time, so I headed to the local train station. Just as I arrived at the station, the train I had planned to catch was pulling out. I quickly looked at the schedule and read that I had over an hour until the next and final train for the evening was to arrive. 

I had set my overnight bag on a bench and pulled out a cigarette when an elder German gentleman approached me. He didn't say a word but indicated that he needed a light for his cigarette. After lightning his cigarette he thanked me in his native tongue and I responded back. He raised an eyebrow and asked if I spoke German. I responded that I learned German in high school, which impressed him. We started a small conversation, which grew into a larger one when I began to brag about my planned weekend. 

I told him that I was heading to Frankfurt to get a hotel room, hit the nightclubs, score and get laid or not score at the clubs and head to the whorehouses and still get laid. This seemed to excite him a bit and he finally introduced himself as Helmut. Upon shaking his hand, he offered to buy me a beer and I thought to myself, 'what the hell, best beer, free beer.' I agreed, picked up my overnight bag and we entered the small pub inside the train station.

Once we got a table for two, we started to drink beer, smoke cigarettes and have an interesting conversation. I learned Helmut was fifty-two years old, divorced but living with a friend who was out of town at the time. Before I knew it, I realized it was late, I missed the last train out and I was a bit drunk. I stood up to leave when Helmut looked at me a bit stunned and asked, "Where are you going?" Then looking a bit firmly at me he said, "You are not leaving. I just ordered two more beers."

I felt a bit awkward and replied in German, "Oh no Helmut, I need to go to the toilet." I watched as a smile crept across his face and he nodded his approval. I felt the floor tilt a bit before I slowly stumbled towards the toilet. I looked back to see if he saw me stagger out the pub's door toward the toilet. He did and his grin grew larger.

As I began shaking the last drops of piss from my cock, I heard the door open followed by uneven footsteps. It was Helmut who came in and stood right next to me, almost shoulder to shoulder. I didn't think much of it at the time and thought he was as shit-faced as I was.

Now my dear readers, I must share an interesting fact with you that will give the title credibility; before my introduction I was straight. I had never jerked another guy or sampled his cock out of curiosity or vice versa. However, in all honesty, I always liked to 'sneak-a-peek' at another guys crotch, just to see what he was sporting. It didn't matter if I were in the shower checking them out or standing next to a guy while he was pissing. I really liked to look and see, but it never occurred to me to drop to my knees like a whore and suck cock. It was my personal secret. 

I waited and heard Helmut unzip his pants. I timed it just right and 'slyly' glanced over. My jaw dropped! Here's why; although Helmut was flaccid, he was extremely thick and uncut! I had never seen an uncut cock before nor one as thick. I caught myself gawking and looked up to see Helmut smiling at me. I turned away embarrassed that I got caught. First time ever! It had never happened to me before and now I was self-conscious that my secret was discovered and to a stranger no less. I stood there a bit petrified; unable to move when Helmut began to cough. He kept coughing until I finally realized that he was attempting to get my attention. I looked over at him and without a word; he motioned with his eyes for me to look down. Sadly, I shook my head no.

I had mixed emotions as a huge part of me wanted to look down again while the other was telling me in a distant and quickly fading voice not too. Helmut was insistent with his eyes; I caved in to temptation and looked down. This time my jaw fell to the floor! Helmut was stroking his cock that appeared to be even thicker now that he was erect. I could not take my eyes away from what I saw; I was completely mesmerized by the way his foreskin glided smoothly back and forth across his thick, bulbous head. Presemen began to form at the tip of his fat erection. I slowly started to raise my head up, even though my eyes were locked on his cock. I finally looked at Helmut who was silently giggling. I panicked, turned and ran to the one and only toilet stall. I dropped a few coins in the slot, opened the door, entered and sat on the toilet.

I sat there more confused than before when I heard him approach the door. He quietly knocked on it as I started to reach up to open it. Before I had a chance to pull the handle all the way down, Helmut had the door open in a flash. He looked and signaled me to keep quiet, entered, shut and locked the door. He turned and faced me. Now his fat, erect cock was now mere inches from my face. I quickly glued my eyes on his cock. He knew what I wanted to see and he grabbed his cock and started to stroke it gently once again. The head of his cock was gleaming from the presemen.

"Grab it." He gently whispered to me.

I looked up at him with a look that he read perfectly. He knew I wanted to grab it and stroke him, but also knew that I wasn't going to make a move. He reached down, grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. I quickly latched on to it and was surprised by the way it felt so warm and thick in my hand. Instinctively I began stroking him. I could not take my eyes off of my own hand stroking Helmut's gorgeous cock. 

"Suck it." Helmut said in the same whispered tone.

I looked up quickly at him and immediately back down to his cock. He repeated his request when I started babbling like an idiot, "I don't know how too...I never did that before..." and finally, "I don't think I like the situation I'm in." Still stroking his cock.

Then I quickly looked up to Helmut when I heard his voice become a bit loud and stern, "Then explain this to me!" and he pointed. My eyes followed his finger that was aimed at my crotch. When I looked down at my own crotch, I realized that I still had not zipped my pants shut. To make matters even hotter, I was sporting a raging erection myself!

I was surprised by my own erection. At that point, I realized how attractive my own cock looked. It turned me on just staring at my own erect cock, pointing at my own face. Then I saw Helmut's meaty hand wrap around my cock and he started to jerk me off. God I remembered how good it felt. His thick fingered hand expertly stroking my cock. All could do was hold onto his cock even tighter, close my eyes and enjoy his firm stroking. 

Helmut was good. Damn good. He knew how to stroke my cock, fast and hard, then slow and teasingly and everything in between those two spectrums. He knew I was about to cum when he suddenly let go of my cock. I opened my eyes looked up at him, down to my quivering cock and then back to him. He had a lecherous grin on his face. He knew he was in control of me at that point and could get me to do anything his naughty mind desired. 

He repeats his request, "Suck it."

I knew I was being played yet somehow I really enjoyed it, but now it was my turn to play. I looked at him innocently; swallowed hard before I asked, "Suck it?"

"Yeah, suck it." He reached out with his finger and gently rubbed my chin. "Open your mouth and pretend it is a lollipop."

I looked down at his cock, stroked it, carefully eyeing the thick teardrop of presemen threatening to spill on the floor. I had to do something quick so I moved my mouth closer to his cock, slowly opened my mouth a bit and started kissing his cock head over and over again. I kept kissing his cock until my lips were thickly coated with his presemen. I stopped kissing his cock and pulled back and looked up at him.

He was watching me. I kept the innocent look on my face that seemed to melt him. Then he gestured with his finger in a scooping motion near his mouth. I looked down towards my mouth when I noticed a thick string of presemen and saliva hanging between the tip of his cock and my own lips. I looked back up at Helmut as if I had just spilled a glass of milk. Keeping my eyes on his, I raised my finger and scooped the sticky string into my mouth. I sucked on my finger, tasting my own presemen for the first time. Enjoying the thick salty taste I blinked my eyelashes at Helmut who let a small groan escape from his lips.

Now I had played him. I was more than ready to suck his cock and get extremely nasty. Still looking at him, I pulled my finger out of my mouth and opened it a bit wider, moving my face closer to his cock. I could see the look of enthusiasm on Helmut's face as my mouth neared his cock. I opened my mouth wide and covered his cock head. I slowly closed my lips around his cock. I felt the girth of his fat cock in my mouth. I closed my eyes.

I opened my lips a bit more allowing more of Helmut's thick cock deeper into my mouth. I could hear him breathing a bit harder as I continued gobbling down more and more of his cock. I nearly had all five thick inches in my mouth when I felt the swollen head at the back of my throat. I reached up with my hand and wrapped my fingers around the thick base. I held his cock firmly in place as I began to bob up and down on his cock.

Helmut's breathing became a bit louder. He started to mumble in German as I quickened my pace. I could feel my mouth drool as I continued sliding it up and down on his cock. Saliva dripped off his cock as my mouth glided down towards the thick base where I paused before slowly sliding back up. I pulled my mouth back until his head remained in; I slid my hand up and down his rigid shaft stroking his cock. Presemen oozed into my mouth; I quickly swallowed it down.

I opened my eyes and looked up at Helmut. His eyes were tightly shut; jaw clenched. Every now and then he would mumble out something inaudible in German. I kept my eyes on him as I continued to bob on his cock. When I would go deep on his cock, his jaw would loosen and he would let a small grunt escape from his lips. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked down at me. He smiled and winked at me before closing his eyes again.

I returned my gaze to his cock that was glistening from my saliva. I reached around and grabbed onto his ass. I pulled him towards my mouth; I wanted more of his cock into my mouth. I pulled him hard feeling his cock head tapping the back of my throat. I sucked harder; I fed on his cock like a hungry baby does to her mother's breast. I kept sucking, bobbing up and down, stroking his thick tool. Helmut started to buck his hips against my face. I knew he was about to cum.

Helmut was a gentleman. He bent over at his waist and whispered that he was about to cum. I guess he thought I would pull his cock out of my mouth and stroke him to orgasm. I did the exact opposite and clamped my mouth even tighter around his cock. I kept bobbing up and down until he came. And cum he did!

He exploded extremely hard and deep in my mouth that I gagged a bit. I regained my composure as he shot another thick glob into my mouth. It seemed that he would not stop cumming and that I could not swallow fast enough. He came so much that some seeped out of the corners of my mouth. He jerked a bit as he finished cumming. I continued sucking on his cock. I wanted more; I didn't want to stop; I was craving cock!

Gently, Helmut pushed my head away from his cock. He slumped against the stall door. I reached for him, but he held my greedy hands at bay. I watched as his cock became quickly flaccid and his gorgeous foreskin covered his thick head once more. Helmut started to zip up his pants. I kept my eyes on his cock as I reached for my own zipper.

I looked down as I felt something sticky. It was cum, but I didn't remember Helmut cumming other than in my mouth. I looked a bit more and realized it was my own cum. Sometime when I was giving Helmut head, I had an orgasm myself, even though I don't remember when. 

I stood up to pull my pants on. That's when Helmut whispered something that to this day still blows me away. He told me that he had to shush me a few times when I was giving him head. I asked what he meant by that. He explained that from the time I started kissing his cock until he had to push my head away, I was moaning and at times a bit too loud.

I felt my face flush. Helmut extended his hand towards my face and whispered, "Don't get me wrong, I loved to hear you moan," he smiled at me then, "but here is not the ideal place. If you desire, you may come home with me and moan as loud as you like."

Needless to say, I never made it to the Red Light District in Frankfurt that weekend. But that is another story. 



The Introduction



After talking on the internet for months the time has finally arrived. I am sitting here waiting anxiously for your arrival. The curtains are drawn closed, the wing back chair in the middle of the room. Everything as you have requested. I hear a car pull into the driveway. I stand up and get into position with my arms stretched out, legs apart, blindfold on. Nervousness and excitement are coursing thru my veins. I took half a day off work to prepare for this moment. I took a bath in lavender scented oil, shaved all the right spots, including my pussy. I fixed my hair, put on a new red lace underwire bra, which makes my tits look fantastic, and finally a black lace short skirt and open toes 3 inch heels to make my legs look great. I hear the back door open; steps walk thru the kitchen into the open cove of the front room. You stop in the doorway. I feel your stare upon me like a 1000 lbs of bricks. There is rustling; I'm assuming you are taking off your coat. You approach me, stand in front of me, your face goes into my neck to smell and taste it.

"Hello Wench," you say, "I am your Master."

"Hello Master." I say.

You have walked around the backside of me. You slap my ass. "I did not give you permission to speak Wench."

You walk around me to continue your inspection. "Do you have any questions of me, Wench?" You ask. "You may speak."

"I'm nervous and I don't know what to expect right now, but no questions Master." I say.

"Today is a day for us to get to know each other. You will do my bidding, pleasure me, take note on how I like to be pleasured. Then I will decide if I want to keep this arrangement. If not, we will go our separate ways. Do you understand? Please answer."

"Yes, Master." I say.

"Very good."

You are standing behind me. Both arms extend out and you interlock your fingers into mine. You bring your face into my neck again and kiss and suck on it for a moment. I am very surprised on how sweet and gentle with me you are. Your fingers glide up my arms to come around the front of me and cup each breast. You massage them from the outside of my bra. You can feel my breathing starting to speed up. One hand goes to my the back to unhook the bra. You push my arms down so the straps fall off both of my shoulders. My nipples are rock hard. You direct my arms back in the original position. Both hands go back to my tits and cup them while your fingers squeeze and pinch both nipples. A gasp escapes me. What you are doing feels incredible. I can tell you are a sexual person. My arms rise up because they are tired from being extended, and it gives me a different sense of pleasure. As one hand continues to manipulate my nipple and tit the other glides down my stomach into the top of my lace skirt. You feel I have shaved for you. Your middle finger continues the journey until you get to my clit. A tingle happens in my stomach and I can feel my cunt getting wetter by the second. You slide your finger in my wetness, and back to my clit. My knees almost buckle.

"Very nice, my bitch is ready for me." you say. "Take your skirt down and bend over, so you can be inspected." I do as I am told. Your finger goes into my dark, pink, wet hole; back and forth you pump it; then out and slowly into my ass. I can't control my moaning, that feels so good.

"Stand up." you say.

There is movement from behind me. It sounds as if you are undoing your belt, then I hear a zipper. You are taking off your pants. Next to me is the wingback chair. You sit in it. You tell me to go to my knees and go to the left direction to face you. You take my hands and guide me to your knees. "Suck my cock, Wench." you say.

My hands glide up from your knees to your thighs, to your prick. I feel how long and hard you are. You give me no instruction on how to please you so I do it how I know best. I take the head, lick it with my tongue to get it nice and wet. Then slowly take your whole shaft deep into my mouth, to the back of my throat. Slowly my head moves back and forth while my right hand goes to your balls and massages and caresses them gently. Your breath has sped up. Your hand has found its way into my hair to guide my head on how fast and deep you want me to take you. Nice and slow at first. After a few minutes you become more aggressive. You're moaning now, your fingers are now tangled in my hair and guiding my head more rapidly. Finally you pull at my hair and make me stop what I am doing. 

"Turn around and get on all fours."

I do as I am told.

You get off the chair on to your knees. You slide your rock hard cock deep into my cunt and start pumping me hard. One hand is gliding my hips and the other comes around to the front of me to find my pussy. You start fingering my clit. My moaning intensifies.

"I have not instructed you to cum." you tell me, as you proceed to bring me closer to exploding.

After a minute or two you explode in me. You can tell I am going to do the same, so you stop.

"I am pleased." you say as you go to sit back on the chair. "You follow direction well. Now come to me and clean me up."

I turn around, you guide me to you, and I take your cock into my mouth once more. I suck and lick off both of our combined juices. You run your fingers through my hair in a sweet gesture because you are pleased. Once I am done I sit back on my heels and you move to put your pants back on.

"You have served me well today wench, don't you think so, slave Jordan?"

"Yes, Master, very well." I hear from a voice off to my left.

"I had no idea Master we were being watched. Thank you for letting me serve you today."

I hear the rustle of you putting on your coat.

"Wench, I will be in contact with you through email if I decide to continue this. Leave the blindfold on until after you hear my car pull out of the driveway. Then you may go to the bedroom and finish pleasuring yourself with thoughts of what has transpired here."

"Thank you, Master."

I sit still until you and Sub Jordan leave through the back door and I hear the car drive off. Not really believing what just happened.



The Introduction



This is the first story I have ever attempted to write. I'm fairly well educated, and am pretty imaginative when I'm half asleep in my huge bed. My entire life I have wanted to be a Special Forces soldier in the military (either Recon or Green Berets), and like to fantasize about rescuing beautiful women from dire situations :D. If you would like to comment, please do - negative or positive. I've been reading on Literotica for more than 7 years now, and finally figured I'd give it a whirl...

The story is fairly long with plenty of background (character development, I hope) because if ya'll like it, then I hope to make it into a series of stories. This first one will be light on the erotica, but will set up the other stories.

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Another fat bead of sweat is rolling down my forehead. This damn heat is really starting to make me wish I hadn't decided to stay these extra three months out here. 

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My name is Meagan Gerano, and I am what my parents always wanted me to be as I grew up a little girl in Laredo, Texas - an accomplished orthopaedic surgeon. No expense was spared to put me through the best university and medical school the United States had to offer. Undergraduate work in mechanical engineering at Duke University readied me for the hellish four years of medical school at Harvard. Too bad for my parents I had other plans than working eighty hour weeks and spending my rare free time at their damn country club around their stuck-up professional friends. You see, ever since I was the little girl growing up in Laredo, I wanted to travel to far-flung corners of the world - seeing everything and doing everything. I always wanted to see what the world had to offer; to see it, taste it, feel it, live it. I grew up an adrenaline junkie, doing everything I could to push my life to the limits. I was young and invincible...nothing was beyond my reach. I dove on ship wrecks in the Bahamas, carved up some backcountry slopes in Tahoe, BASE jumped from El Capitan out in Yosemite, and endangered my life in every way my parents hated. Oh, and the boys...there never were enough MEN to satisfy my hunger as I was growing up. Not to say that I was a slut - far from it. Most of the time, I did not have the time or the desire to devote to a guy. Not that many of them lived up to my demands. 

Coming from a well-to-do and educated family, I had a command on life that was only enhanced by the time I spent with my uncle. Ben was my father's brother - and his antithesis. While my father, the older of the two, grew up as the straight laced southern gentleman of the romance novels, his brother Ben was the wild, party-child that made his mother roll her eyes just about every day. 

Ben was two years younger than my father, but was more intelligent, more athletic, more charming, more of everything that a woman could want in a man. He was my role model in life, everything that I ever wanted to be. In fact, I even wanted him when I was about thirteen or fourteen, but that was a foolish child's admiration for such an amazing man. He had been in the military after college, but quickly developed a reputation for partying too hard and disobeying all the "unspoken rules". Wild trips to strip clubs, small but inventive pranks on commanding officers, stealing the army humvees at night for a little rowdiness - nothing was out of Ben's reach. Lucky for Ben, he was charming and persuasive enough to get others to go along so he never took the full heat of his officers. The problem with Ben was that being enlisted was not the adventure he had planned, hoped, and wished for during college. He joined the army halfway through an escalating war in Africa, but ended up as a desk jockie after the military found out how intelligent he was. Army Intelligence does not quite live up to its moniker... So, he passed his time by generally pissing off "The Man" (as he so fondly calls any person of authority), until he was called for Special Forces Selection. Special Forces is the cream of the crop of the military, and the Army only takes men who have gone through Ranger School and Jump School into Selection for Green Berets. Ben was just the type of man that Special Forces seek out...tough, intelligent, creative men that work well in a small tactical team and will do anything to help their country. While Ben did some amazing things in Special Forces, his story is long and complicated, most of which he tells only after about half a fifth of tequila. I only bring him up to explain how I came to be in Nigeria during one of the most brutal civil wars that ever rocked the continent of Africa.

Ben taught me everything I wanted to know about life. In the backcountry of Texas, he taught me how to shoot and hunt, drink beer with the best of my high school boyfriends, repair my old beat-up truck...pretty much everything a young Texas boy would ever want to learn. I was the daughter he never had, mainly because his wife was killed at 29 when their first house collapsed in one of Texas' famed tornadoes. Not to say that I was much of a tomboy, I just had a multi-faceted youth that prepared me for a life of adventure. It wasn't until high school that I realized my combination of intelligence, wit, and tough upbringing made me the desire of most of the hot guys in my school. Well, my athletic build and full, pouty lips probably didn't hurt. 

Unfortunately for most of the boys at my school, I was mature and an ass-kickin' adventurer, and most could just not keep up. I tested the water a few times, Bobby and Johnny being the best I had (yeah, they had me at the same time on graduation night). I even played around with some of the girls on my cross-country team, but nothing beats the feeling of a hard cock sliding in and out of my tight cunt, ever so quick, ever so rough. My appetite for sex is much like my appetite for life – quick, dangerous, and hard as fuck. There was one man who lived up to my expectations (most guys I ran off after a few weeks because I tend to scare men) during medical school at Harvard. I met Chris while doing some rock-climbing over Spring Break down in North Carolina. His hot body and full blue eyes drew me into him before I knew what happened. Twelve tequila shots and a hot night of passionate fucking in the back of his Silverado, and I was in love. Being a tough redneck that was six years older than me did not seem to matter as our personalities quickly meshed. He was spending the spring and summer guiding backpacking trips on the Appalachian Trail, and I flew down to see him several times over that summer. Too bad for me that Chris was a wanderer; never content to stay in one place, or one pussy, for too long. He broke my heart, and I cursed his hot, thick cock that filled me up just so, leaving me longing for more on the lonely Harvard nights in my single apartment. He taught me the pleasures of playing with myself, and I would rub my pussy raw dreaming and crying over him for that final year of medical school. 

After I graduated from medical school, I took an internship and residency in orthopaedic medicine in North Carolina (so I could be close to my mountains), but never made it past two years. I spent too much time staring out the windows and dreaming of the life I had wanted before Dr. Gerano set in. One day after helping perform a closed reduction on a seven year old girl's arm, I walked up to my prick of a supervisor and told him to kiss my sweet Texas ass. I went back to my apartment, called around to some old medical school buddies, and packed my bags. That night I had joined a medical relief team that was dropping into Nigeria in order to help relieve some of the atrocities that were occurring between the ruling factions of the civil-war torn nation. Civilians were being slaughtered whole-sale by both sides in attempt to genetically cleanse the nation...not much we could do for those folks. But the poor civilians caught in the cross-fire of automatic weapons fire, mortar rounds detonating, and decades old mine fields were the target of our relief team. Composed of four trauma surgeons, two orthopaedic surgeons, three anesthesiologists, and a slew of nurses and med techs, our team was funded by private donors who had an interest in preserving human life. We were to stay in country for six weeks, until another team of doctors and nurses could fly in to replace us. Not knowing what kind of horrible injuries and surgeries I would have to perform, I readied myself for the next adventure of my storied life – an adventure I would never have guessed.

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That bad, oily bead of sweat trickled over the vein in my forehead, down over the bridge of my nose, and dripped off the tip onto what the Nigerians call an operating table. It's late, and it's been another hellish day in the middle of a hellish trip. Not that I'm upset at all, but I'm starting to become disillusioned with what God allows men to do in His name. I've always been a believer, but never really had the time to devote to calling on Him. I'm standing in the middle of a makeshift operating room next to Marianna, the cute young CRNA that is desperately trying to help me remove shrapnel fragments from a mortar round that exploded all too close to a young pregnant mother. Her black, velvety skin is poring sweat as her eyes roll back into their loose sockets. She's bleeding out, and there isn't much I can damn well do about it. We performed an emergency c-section to remove her premature baby that thankfully escaped harm. But the baby's poor mother is losing the battle that too many of her countryman have already lost. Covered in her blood, I set down my scalpel and forceps, and take her limp, clammy hand into my own. I lean down and whisper into her ear "May God bless you and keep you..."

The young woman regained some form of consciousness at hearing my voice and her baby crying in the background. She opened her half-closed eyes and began to whisper weakly in Nigerian. She uttered about three sentences before her heart began to arrest and finally gave up for lack of blood to pump to her vital organs.

I turned to Noqimba, a local Nigerian woman who has been assisting with the surgeries, and asked her what the young dead mother had said. Noqimba looked quite unsettled, and whispered so rapidly in broken English I couldn't understand her. I put my arms on her shoulders, and quieted her before asking her to repeat herself. Looking up at me with her huge white eyes with inky black pupils, she told me what the woman had said: "Please...Please kill my baby. Do not let her live my life. May God have mercy on her soul..."

Taken aback, I never for once considered killing the child. She would be sent to the Red Cross refugee camp, and would hopefully find a family in the surrounding nations that would adopt her, and take her away from the poverty, rape, and famine that plagues this nation. Exhausted and heart-broken, I went to the flap of the tent as Marianna began to clean up the operating room. I pushed back the flap and turned my ear to the night sounds of our hospital (a set of six tents that doubled as operating rooms, morgues, and sick-bays). The quiet moans of horribly injured people almost covered the soft clicking of the crickets in the field nearby. Not being able to stand the sound of dying people for another minute, I turned to Marianna and told her I was going to walk back to our apartment in the city. The hospital was on the edge of town, but the doctors and nurses had apartments in the town, about a fifteen minute walk away. Marianna looked about as dead as I was, but she offered and quick smile and said "Ok Meagan, I'll be right behind you". 

Not accustomed to being coddled by men, I had always been independent and never thought twice about setting off into the pitch darkness of the Nigerian countryside with nothing but my flashlight and a weary mind. My body was screaming for sleep and my mind was rapidly growing numb. The thought of having to wake up again in six hours to see more blood and more death only made me shut down my brain ever more. As I came into the deserted streets of the city, I didn't notice the group of four large black men standing in the shadows of the building I was nearing.

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It's late, and I'm fucking irritable. This damn country and whole damn war is finally starting to get to me. This bottle of shit the Nigerians call alcohol is only worsening the headache I already have. An entire two days wasted following empty leads from uneducated rabble in this backcountry town has made me tired and edgy. My partner Rodeo is dead asleep in the corner of this filthy ass room overlooking the town square of this dirty little town in southern Nigeria. He always can fall asleep whenever he wants...kind of like the time he fell asleep during the shelling we took in Afghanistan back when we were still in Delta Force. A quick smile plays over my lips as I think back to those days, the good ol' days about now. Back when everything was so much simpler. My job was to kill – kill the Taliban and everything their ass-backwards politics and religion had instilled in the minds of the Afghani populace. Now, I'm sifting through intelligence, if it can be called that, about two rival clans in Nigeria, trying to determine which group the US could exploit into killing off the other completely. Damn, I really am getting cranky. It's pretty rare I allow myself such a realistic thought about US politics to cross my mind. I'm just a foreign grunt on the front line of a meaningless civil war, trying to prevent the two warring factions from completely slaughtering their entire country. Sweat slides down my back, between my shoulder blades, along my spine, and soaks into the band of my briefs. "Damn, it's fuckin' hot" I whisper to no one in particular, as I take another quick swig of the filthy liquor. 

The window I'm sitting next to is permitting too small of a breeze to waft in, but it's better than nothing in this God-forsaken hell of a country. As I tilt up the bottle for another drink, a movement across the plaza catches my eye. Not sure if I had seen something out there this late at night, I put down the bottle and picked up my binoculars. Scanning the area quickly just like my Delta instructors had taught me, I quickly catch the sight of a young woman plodding through the town, oblivious to all that surrounds her. Her blood-stained camouflage pants and loose shirt tell me she must be part of the medical team that is fucking wasting their time trying to stem the tide of bloodshed flowing through this country. This war was going to be decided by people, such as the ones I work for, who had unlimited resources and the willingness to kill bad people. Even from the distance and the dark night, I can tell that this woman is smokin'. It's been awhile since I've seen a woman with skin lighter than coal out here, and even with my man-just-released-from-prison sex drive, I can tell this woman definitely has attractive written all over her. Her 5'7" frame is done no justice by the loose clothing she is wearing, but she still seems to have ample breasts surrounded by a tight body. Her shoulder length brown hair seems to frame a face unlike any I've seen before. A perfect nose mounted above two luscious lips is topped by two of the most startling eyes I've ever seen. I can't tell the color thanks to this infernal darkness, but I quickly feel my thick cock begin to harden in my jeans. I reach down to massage it when I catch another glimpse deeper into the shadows ahead of the woman. 

I drop the binoculars and knock over the bottle as I jump up from the chair and sprint out the door. A quick turn down the hallway, stumbling down the steps, I burst through the crappy door into the hot, sticky – dangerous – night air.

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I try to scream around the big dark hand that wraps itself around my face as I feel myself jerked off the hard-packed dirt ground, and pulled deeper into the shadows. My mind races as it tries to catch up to what's happening, and my only thought is that I was going to die. Die like the rest of the stupid rabble infesting this country who were simply in the way of two greedy warlords. I feel huge hands all over my 115 pound body as I'm lifted clear off the ground and thrown face-first against a wall. 

I feel a man's dank breath close to my ear as a huge body is pressing up against my back, pushing me further into the cracked concrete wall. He begins to whisper into my ear in guttural Nigerian, and my mind has gone blank with the fear that is gripping my body. I feel my body hesitating to respond to my commands to fight as the fear begins to paralyze me. "I'm going to be raped and then I'm going to die, just like all those other poor women I see" was all I could think of as my body went limp under the hard muscle and fantastic strength of this fucking pig pinning me to the wall. My entire life of adventure and Ben's teachings never prepared me for an attack by unseen assailants in a dirty back alley in a quiet town in Nigeria. As my mind begins to shut down again, I feel heavy hands tearing at my shirt and pants, too many hands to be one guy. My bra is ripped away and the cold stone of the wall immediately starts to chafe my soft nipples. From the laughing behind me, the man whispering in my ear is probably telling me how he is going to fuck me with his huge black dick and then strangle me as he cums, until I die. "God, please...I don't want to die...not like this...not like this" is all I can think of as I wait for this man who's probing my dry pussy to rape me and kill me. His thick, cracked fingers scrape on my soft skin of my dry cunt, while someone else begins to pull my pants down around my ankles. 

From somewhere amidst the swirling confusion and screaming in my head, I hear a sharp crack and a thud. I know I've just been shot and now I'm dying. As the pressure eases up on my back, I begin to fall along the wall until I'm lying on the ground. My numbed mind tries to make sense of what's going on as I plead God to make my death quick. As I open up my eyes, all I see at first is the dusty ground of the alley and my torn clothes littered nearby. The blood on them has to be mine, and I'm going to die. "Please God, let me bleed out quick. Please let me die without a black dick in me..." All of a sudden, I realize that everything is not what it seems. I no longer feel any hands on me, and my mind is starting to clear the fear from my body. My focus sharpens, and I see the most amazing sight. 

Laying two yards away from me with blood streaming from the crack in the back of his skull, a man as dark as the night is not moving. His mottled and torn clothing looks familiar, but I can't place it at the moment. I achingly scan past him and see another man crashed against a wall, gripping his leg that's dangling broken at the knee. He seems to be screaming, but his voice just won't penetrate the fog of my mind. Lazily, I continue my mystified search, and see a large white man...no, that can't be right, my mind must be tricking me. A ghost must have to come to save me from these wretched men – a ghost in tight jeans and form-fitting black shirt. His cowboy boots are kicking some serious ass as he fights the largest black man I've ever seen. Sensing this was the man who had held me against the wall, I hope to every god I know that my ghost kills him. Obliging me, my ghost kicks out, catching my attacker's left knee on the inside, and I hear a muffled crack as the bones snap. He falls, crying in agony, and my ghost turns to face me...not to face me, but to snap my attacker's neck. A quick twist and pull, and the black man's body slumps to the dirt – broken and hopefully dead. My ghost looks over at me, and I scream, the first sound I've made in what seems an eternity. His hand flashed so fast, I'm not sure what he even did.




The Introduction



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My .40 caliber Sig Sauer SP2022 flew into my hand and jumped as a bullet erupted from the barrel. The bullet, traveling at over 1800 feet per second, slammed into his forehead, splitting his skull straight down the middle. "Damn, that was too close" I whisper into the quiet night air. The only sound I can hear is the whimpering of the man whose knee I broke. I walk over to him, placing my gun in his crotch. His dark eyes cloud over as he pleads to me for mercy. "Sorry bitch, no mercy for rapists" I spit out at him as I pull the trigger. I watch him bleed and scream for a second before putting one between his eyes. 

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Fog envelopes my mind again as I feel a new set of hands gripping my arms. I'm pulled upright, and when I open my eyes, I'm staring into the face of my ghost. I feel my pants being pulled up around my waist, and begin to tip over without the support of his strong, tan, weathered hands. "Funny," I think, "I didn't know ghosts could be tan." I feel his body press mine into the wall as he removes his shirt, and places it over my head to cover my bruised and naked tits. For a moment, he stares into my eyes, and I'm lucid enough to see concern there. Concern, and something else...sympathy is the only word I can come up with as my mind finally releases me from this nightmare. 

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Pain screams into my head as I'm wrenched awake, panicking at the nightmare I just had. My mind tries to understand why I'm being jostled around in the passenger seat of a jeep as it speeds through the moonless night across the empty plains. I look down at my clothes, and see my torn pants and a huge black shirt, and the memory of my attack comes flooding back. Tears instantly burst into my eyes, and my pain is again seizing up with the memories of the fear. I feel the car lurch to a stop and a soft touch on my head. I lunge back away from this alien contact, and whip around to my left to stare into the face of my ghost – the most gorgeous ghost I've ever seen in my life. His large hands reach up and wipe away my tears as I begin to realize that I'm safe – away from the dangers of the night and the hell I just lived through. My tears begin to stop as I realize that it's a man sitting before me, not a heaven-sent ghost. I search his face again, and stop at those startling gray eyes I had seen before. No pity in them, just concern and a hardness that explains his aptitude at rescuing me. 

"Be still, you are safe with me. I am not going to hurt you like those men did" he says to me with those luscious lips. 

"Do you know your name? Can you tell me who you are?" His deep bass voice resonates in my head, and makes me forget that I was anything ever but happy.

His large hands reach out to grip my head as I realize he's still talking to me. "Meagan...Meagan Gerano" I whisper through my cracked lips. "Who are you? What are you doing with me?"

"My name is John, but most people call me Juice" he whispers to me, so close that I feel his hot breath caressing over my dirty, bloody cheeks. His hands are stroking back my hair, and his fingers begin a lovely kneading in the back of my skull that quickly makes me melt into his large chest. His thick arms slowly wrap around my body as I begin to sob into his neck, holding me tight, protecting me from the evils of the night. 

After some time, hours maybe, I can't be sure, I stop crying and pull back a few inches so that my lips are inches from my rescuers. My hot breath mingles with his as my head goes light. Even with all that has happened to me, this man is drawing me in, and I'm incapable of stopping it. I lean forward and kiss him with all of the emotion I feel welling inside me. His body, his face, his talent, his rescuing me, all flood through me as I caress his soft lips with my bloody ones. I feel my nipples begin to stand erect as his huge arms pull me tight against his upper body. I squirm to try and get closer to his hot body across the jeep's middle console, but he pulls away from the kiss as he says "Let's get you cleaned up, little darlin'. I'm afraid you're something of a mess." With that, he pulls out of my grasp, and it feels like a void has just opened in my heart and blackness entered it. Soon enough, I feel Juice opening my door and turning me to face him. As I study his sharp, strong features and his dirty-blonde curly hair, he sets about cleaning off my face and arms with water and alcohol. When he gets done with all the exposed skin, he hesitated and quickly blushed as he contemplated what he needed to do. "Ma'am, I think you should, uhh, remove your shirt..."

"Here," I cut him off as I remembered I do not even know this man, "let me have the cloth and water." Obvious relief washed over his face as he turned his back to give me a smidge of privacy in the vastness of the dark plain. "Now that's a real man, one who knows how to respect a woman" was all I could think as I glanced over his well-muscled back and tight ass under his Wranglers. I quickly stripper his shirt off, and began to wash myself with the same medical detachment I used with my patients. I yelped a little as I absently brushed the alcohol over my chafed nipples. Juice quickly glanced back to see what the matter was, and blushed even more when he realized I was topless. Through the stinging pain, I couldn't help but let myself have a small smile as he whipped his head back out in embarrassment to further examine the dark night. I soon moved further down the seat to take my torn pants off, and I realize my panties must have been ripped off my cunt during the attack. I gingerly inspect my bare pussy, and relief flooded through me when I realized I hadn't been raped and was mostly unharmed. "All thanks to this mystery of a man," I thought as I pulled my pants back up to my waist. 

"You can turn around now Juice," I told him as I finished pulling his large, slightly sweaty shirt back over my torso. 

"Are you all right, ma'am?" he asked as he turned back around to face me with those puppy eyes and hard jaw. 

"Thanks to you, my hero," I slipped to him on a hot breath as I reached out and grabbed his well-muscled arm. Pulling him to me, I opened my legs out the door so he could move between them. I gently pulled him into my body, as I felt his crotch press against mine. I reached up to take his head in my hands, and pulled those full, juicy lips into a wet kiss of thanks. His large hands reached around to my back, and held me close as he kissed me tenderly on my bruised lips. I melted into him as I forgot everything else around me...



The Introduction



This story is for your enjoyment. Permission from the author to reproduce or use this material in whole or in part is necessary for reprints. 

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It began as a response to an online personal ad. He was searching for an ebony sweetheart. She was browsing out of curiosity. She found his ad alluring and intriguing. The correspondence began with simple introductions. It progressed to notes on a regular basis. A desire to meet was established and photos were exchanged. After viewing each other's photos the discussion to meet in person became determined.

A date and time was set for their first meeting. From her photograph he was mesmerized by her beauty, she likewise found him to be attractive. They met at Barnes & Nobel for coffee and conversation. This was a casual meeting. As she stepped through the door he immediately recognized her...she was provocative but casual. She was wearing a skirt/blouse combination, which accentuated her figure. They introduced themselves, kissed lightly on the cheeks, and proceeded to their table. They talked for hours becoming acquainted with each other.

It was getting late so they decided to end the meeting. Both agreed to meet again the next evening. They were both comfortable with each other. Before leaving she excused herself from the table and went to the ladies room. She returned shortly. They finished their coffee and proceeded outside to their cars. As they reached her car he leaned forward to kiss her good-bye and their lips met.

The kiss was a long passionate, wet kiss. They were unaware of the people surrounding them. It was as if they were the only two people in the area. As they kissed, she pressed her body into his and discovered his hardness was overwhelming. She began to breathe deeply, whispered in his ear, and handed him a good-bye gift. He opened his palms and she pressed her red satin undergarments into his hand. He knew from the feel of them exactly what he was holding. They were stained with the dampness of her passion. The aroma was sweet and so very tempting. He contained himself for the moment, but felt the need to get close to her.

They hugged, kissed, and finally pulled away to part until the next meeting. They were fast becoming special friends. They connected and each knew that ultimately they would enjoy the passion building between them. This is only the beginning.

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The day has arrived. They're meeting at a park for a picnic lunch. He arrived first and found a secluded spot for privacy. She arrives moments later to find him smiling and beckoning her in his direction. He spread a blanket and made a nice setting for their luncheon. She was surprised that he remembered to bring wine. They talked and shared stories of each other's lives. He leaned forward to kiss her and she embraced him firmly. They kissed passionately, their tongues touching and darting. Their lips locked and they were lost in the passion that was building between them. She wore a skirt, as she knew he was pleased with this attire. She also wore thigh highs and a garter belt. He reached beneath her skirt and rubbed her most intimate part. She touched his bulging hard passion, and they were panting as they explored each other. They were lost in paradise and forgot where they were until each heard a sound approaching. They quickly recovered their positions. Smiling at each other they decided to cut their luncheon short and go to her place.

As they approached the front door, barely inside, they began kissing and caressing. They were in a lip lock kissing passionately as they undressed each other. She knelt to caress and kiss him taking his full length into her throat. She licked and sucked with her tongue encircling his manhood while attempting to swallow. He's gasping for breath. She notices he can hardly stand his knees are becoming weak. She whispers for him to lie down. He lies on his back and she lowers herself to lick and tease him. She pauses for a minute and asks that he lie still. She leaves the room and returns with a can of whip cream and a jar of caramel syrup. She smears the cool whip and syrup on the object of his passion and slowly eats it off. He's moving about not able to keep still. She pulls, licks, swirls, and tugs gently on his tool until he whimpers uncontrollably. He's ready to explode, but takes her and pulls her upward and kisses her with all of the passion he can muster. He's kissing like he's never kissed a woman before.

He wants her to experience a pleasure like none she's ever had before. He lays her on her back and kisses her on her neck...behind the ears...very gently lingering just long enough to hear her pant. He has her lie still, while he opens the bottle of wine. He pours some of it over her body. First, he pours droplets on her nipples, then a little more over the breasts he craves. As she feels the tingling wetness of the wine, he licks it off, ever so slowly...ever so gently. Next he pours some on her belly...and between her legs... He drinks it all up...his tongue tasting her; over and over...She moans and squirms with pleasure as he continues. He simply cannot have enough of that wonderful scent and taste of love, which she is so freely giving him. At this moment in time they completely belong to each other, creating a passionate memory they will each always cherish. 

He gets a little playful now as he pours some wine on her toes...and licks and sucks them extracting a giggle, then sighs...something can be erotic and fun as well...next he gently turns her over on her stomach...he again pauses to admire her ebony beauty...he begins to gently kiss her, starting at the back of her neck and working his way down her back...he has a little more wine left and it finds its way to the small of her back. He pours a little more between her cheeks and lets it glide between her legs...his tongue then follows the path...licking...touching...tasting... He has to have her. The crescendo has been building between them. He lies on his back and she straddles him. She lowers herself gently onto him and he enters smoothly. The heat and moisture are overpowering, her muscles clamp tightly and squeezes his rock hard passion. She rides gently, squeezing with each movement. He's moaning and breathing deeply. She's moaning and increasing the tempo...until...they both explode in mutual ecstasy. He holds her in place not wanting her to move. She smiles and gladly keeps him in her chamber. They whisper and smile, kiss and cuddle, until he starts to rise again...

With him still inside they roll over. She's on her back and he is at full length. He glides in and out with grace. Their moans are frequent as they enjoy each other. He withdraws for a minute, increasing her need for him...he re-enters with a hard thrust, she gasps and squeezes him tightly. He withdraws again...she whimpers...he enters with the full force and goes deeper... deeper...deeper...until his balls are slapping her rear and she squeals...she clutches his shoulders...bucks her hips to meet his thrust...and...yes...yesssss, yessss!!! She's coming.......

He's smiling and pleased that he could satisfy her. She thought that he was finished and they would shower and get dressed. He had other plans. He asked her to close her eyes. After such beautiful, satisfying intimacy, she decided to do whatever he asked, so she complied. He placed a blindfold over her eyes and tied it ever so gently. It was dark so she couldn't see through it. He asked if she'd mind being handcuffed, explaining that she could decide at anytime for him to stop. Nervously, she agreed, so he handcuffed her to the bedposts. 

He poured a sensuous lotion over her body and began to massage her. She moaned. He was delighted at her response. Next, he pulled out a vibrating dildo, and gently and carefully inserted it into her. She moaned with delight and opened her legs wider to allow him easier access. He enjoyed watching her squirm and hearing the moans coming from her. He was fulfilling her desires and could tell that she was totally satisfied. After bringing her to multiple climaxes he removed the cuffs and untied the blindfold. 

They kissed for what seemed like an eternity not wanting to let each other go.

This is the start of a beautiful love affair.

They enjoy each other so much that they've decided to meet again in a few days.

This was more than they either of them had hoped for. They were both pleasantly surprised at the twist that this encounter brought to them. He was elated. She was aglow with the desire that he awakened in her.

As they went their separate ways, they each had much to ponder and reminisce until their next meeting.

Imagine...all of this began online. Cyber space can be so much fun.

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Copyright © 2004 by Missteez All rights reserved. 



The Introduction



It was three weeks before she and David left on their vacation south. She knew that David had been disappointed in their love life for many years. Despite her concern for her marriage, she could not understand what held her back.

She had to admit to herself that she had never really sought his lovemaking, and had only persevered when she felt guilty about the lack of sex. She knew that he was tired of the same limitations, yet for whatever reasons held her back, she could not bring herself to do the things she knew would make and keep him hers forever. Why was it, she asked herself, that she could not bring herself to enjoy the love life that had been theirs in the beginning?

Her mind left its wanderings as she pulled into Cathy's driveway. She and Cathy had been good friends since their daughters had been together in pre - school. David had often commented on how Cathy would occasionally make a crack that indicated that she still enjoyed an active sex life with her husband Bob. Jane had never been able to talk as freely about sex and her feelings as Cathy had, completely uninhibited, save that Cathy had never been crude or gone on at length. Jane agreed, that from everything Cathy had ever said, she gave the impression that her sex life was still pretty damn good.

As Cathy answered the door, she greeted Jane with a hug and kiss on the cheek, and invited her in. Tea was ready, and they walked out into the beautiful back garden that Bobby had built and sat in the morning sun. They talked about the usual -- kids, plans for Christmas, how their oldest daughters were doing in first year university, and the topic turned to Jane and David's planned trip to the Caribbean.

"I envy you," said Cathy. "After all this rain, the two of you will be off in this fabulous resort. Sun, alcohol and sex whenever you want it."

Jane hesitated, and the look on her face caught Cathy by surprise. Cathy carefully thought of her words, and said, "Is everything all right with you and David?"

Jane hesitated again. 

"C'mon," Cathy insisted. "You can tell me everything. Is everything ok?"

After a moment more thought, Jane slowly opened up to her friend. "Cathy, I don't know where to start. Things have not been good for so long, I don't know if this trip can save it."

Cathy was shocked. She had known that Jane was a very private person about her love life, but had never imagined in seeing them together that there had been a problem in the marriage.

"Is David cheating on you", Cathy asked?

"I don't know", said Jane. "But to be honest, I can certainly see how the thought must have crossed his mind on more than one occasion."

"Why Cathy asked? What is wrong?"

"It's me." said Jane. "I haven't had the desire, nor given him the Sports sex he wants for so long. I think that I may have let the fire go out in our relationship."

"What's been the problem Jane? Is he not interested?"

"No, he isn't. And I don't really blame him," said Jane. "I haven't been much fun for so many years. I often worry that our marriage is so fragile because of it."

"So it's you," said Cathy.

"Yes. And I don't know what to do about it."

"Do you like sex?"

"I guess, I mean once we get started, it certain is pleasant."

"But," said Cathy, "do you like to fuck? Do you think about having your pussy eaten until you come? Do you day dream about sucking him off, or better yet, sucking one of his friends off? Do you ever fantasize about doing something you would never do in real life?"

Jane was shocked. She had never heard her friend talk that way before, and coming out now, she was overwhelmed.

"God Cathy, is this really you? Do you fantasize about other men?"

"All the time," said Cathy. "I don't do it all the time, but it sure is fun to find a quiet time in the afternoon and masturbate while indulging in the world of make believe!"

Jane was speechless. Cathy looked at her, wondering if she had shocked her friend and gone too far. But now was no time to drop the subject. Jane was troubled and needed her help.

"Jane...it's healthy to have such fantasies. It is healthy to have an orgasm and enjoy the thought of doing something completely taboo or naughty, knowing that you can safely go there in the privacy of your bedroom while the kids are at school and your husband is gone for the day."

"How often," asked Jane. "How often do you masturbate?"

"Oh, at least once a week. Bobby and I are lucky now if we have three or four really good fucks in a month, now that our kids stay up longer than we do. He is so self conscious about closing the bedroom door, knowing that our kids would know exactly what we are up to. So I find at least one afternoon a week to enjoy myself and have a nice contented nap afterwards."

"Do you orgasm," asked Jane?

"Of course I do," said Cathy. "What would be the point otherwise?"

"I have never had an orgasm," said Jane.

Now it was Cathy's turn to be shocked. "I can't believe it," she said. "Even when David eats you?"

"I won't let him," said Jane. "I have never really enjoyed it."

"I can't believe....," said Cathy. "My God, having my pussy licked while Bobby caresses my breasts and plays with my ass and thighs is what I live for! How can you not just love a good licking on you clit and around your G spot?"

"I just haven't," said Jane. "I have never been able to get over, I don't know, whatever. I have never been able to just relax and lie back and enjoy it."

"Do you like fucking though? Do you like the feel of David's cock moving in and out of your cunt?"

"Oh, it can be quite pleasant," said Jane. "And I know how close it makes us, but I have never been able to cum."

"What about when you masturbate?" asked Cathy.

"I don't."

"Never?"

"Never."

"Why the hell not? Don't you like the feeling of feeling your clit being rubbed by your fingers?"

"I have never been able to bring myself to do it," said Jane.

"Well it is time to start, and you should start bloody soon," said Cathy. "Maybe you just need some help? I will be right back, and she got up, and went into the house."

Jane looked up sharply at her friend and watched her leave the patio. What did she have in mind. Jane was getting sorry that she had ever brought up this point. She was truly embarrassed, and didn't know how she was going to gracefully end this conversation.

Cathy was back in a moment. "Here," she said, "this is my favorite friend." And with that she handed this firm but soft dildo to her friend. It looked like two penises, one smaller than the other, and it was black.

"What is this?" Jane held it with both fear and fascination. For a moment her mind wandered, and she thought of Cathy lying on her bed, alone and naked, holding one half of the penis and thrusting the other in and out of her cunt.

"It is called a Nexus. It is incredible. I can hold a cock, and pretend to be fucked by a cock, while playing with my clit or my breasts or my ass, or whatever else feels good, until I come."

Jane was now staring at her friend in utter disbelief. Could this be real?

"What do you want me to do, or say," said Jane?

"I want you to do something that you have never done before Jane. I want you to throw away all of your inhibitions. I want you to turn yourself into completely self indulgent slut. Do it for your self and David, and I want you to do it to save your marriage, and because you trust me as your friend. Stay here for a moment, I will be back in a few minutes." And with that, Cathy went back into the house.

Jane was worried now. She had no idea what to expect. Did Cathy have something in mind that involved the two of them? She wasn't ready for that. She couldn't let this continue. She put the dildo down on the table and started to rise, determined to head back to her car and out of her friend's scrutiny. Before she could do, Cathy was back.

"Don't be afraid," said Cathy. "Are you having your period right now, or could you have sex?"

Jane stared at her mute, not sure what to say. Instead Cathy took her by the hand, and led her up the stairs and into her bedroom. Five or six candles were lit, and the curtains were all closed. 

"Jane, there is some KY Jelly on the table if you get started. I want you to take off your clothes and take this dildo. I will close the door, and be downstairs. You are going to masturbate, and you are not to come out until you have come. You are not to fake it, not to lie to me. You are to enjoy that big bed, and the smell of Bobby and I where we fucked this morning."

"I want you to use your imagination. Go where you would never go in real life, and let your fantasies run wild. You will love the feel of my Nexus as it slides in and out of your pussy. Think about whatever taboo turns you on. Think about David, or think about Bobby or some other man."

"About Bobby," said Jane.

"Sure," said Cathy. "I have seen the way he looks at you. Do you really think that if you and he were alone and you asked him to fuck, that you wouldn't have his head in your pussy in a minute? He'd fuck you like an 18 year old, ask you to make him hard, and probably fuck you again."

"Really???"

"I don't know," said Cathy. "But it is one of my favorite fantasies -- to watch him fuck one of my friends silly while I lie beside them bringing myself off. So I thought I would offer it to you. Now off with your clothes and don't come out after I close the door until you have really come."

And with that, Cathy walked out and closed the door. She didn't go far however. She waited quietly, and listened for what her friend would do next.

Jane sat on the bed, in disbelief. She didn't know what to do. To laugh or to cry. It seemed like ages when suddenly the door opened, and Cathy said, "I don't see you naked and fucking yourself. Go home. But take the dildo and the KY. And think about it." And with that, Cathy gave her a tender kiss, and led her to the door. She watched as Jane got slowly into her SUV and drove away.

When Jane got home, she didn't know what to do or what to think. The last hour had been a complete suspension of disbelief. Had her friend really talked and said what she had said. She looked back into her purse, to see the black Nexus. She stared at it, wondering how many times it had been in her friend's cunt. Then she reached for it, held it to her nose, and then slowly put the head of the larger penis pensively in her mouth like a lollipop that might be too hot. It was not without taste, and she wondered if she had just experienced the taste of another woman's pussy for the first time.

She thought about Cathy again, imagined her naked, using this. Then she imagined Bob coming unexpectedly into the room, and slowly stripping while her friend continued to use the dildo. And as she began to let her fantasies go where they had never gone before, she found herself heading to the bedroom. The drapes were still drawn, and quickly she pulled off her jeans, top and bra and lay down on the bed. She began to rub her cunt through her ever so practical panties, as she continued her fantasy of watching her friends fuck. She slowly removed her panties, then reached for the Nexus. Next she began to rub the larger cock up and down her slit, like she did with David's cock. All the while fantasizing about the fucking her friends were doing with each other.

As the pleasure grew, she began to caress her breasts. They were still good firm breasts, as firm as her as. She knew that men stared at them some time. She had even seen Bob stare at them when he though neither she nor Cathy were looking. The pleasure continued to spread, and that warm familiar wetness returned -- a feeling and desire that had been dormant for so long. And she didn't want the feeling to end.

So she pushed her fantasy. She found herself in her friend's bedroom, watching them fuck. Both were in the throws of passion, but Cathy was watching her. And in her mind, Cathy beckoned her to join them. Suddenly, she was naked on the bed, rubbing her clit with one hand while she stroked Bobby's back as he fucked Cathy. Then suddenly her friends came, but still she couldn't. God would she ever be able to?

She continued to play with herself, as she imagined her friends smiling at her. Bobby rolled off of Cathy, and she stared at the sopping mess between her friend's legs and the still wet cock of Bobby. It was thick, and hard, and still looked as if it wanted to go.

"Hold on," Cathy said in her fantasy. "I will get him ready for you." And with that she took Bobby's cock in her mouth and began to suck on his cock, while she sat on his face, ordering him to suck his cum out of her cunt. 

Jane was getting closer now. Closer than she had been in years. How far would she let her fantasy go. And with that, she closed her eyes. She imagined lifting up her friends face, and doing what she had not done for David since before they were married. She took Bobby' cock in her mouth. She could taste her friends cunt, and flicked her tongue over his tip and then sucked what little sperm was left in his cock into her mouth. Satisfied he was hard, she purposefully pulled astride of him, and with one movement, in her fantasy plunged herself onto his cock.

As she began to rub her clit more vigourously, she began to fuck herself harder with the Nexus. She imagined her hands on Bobby's chest, rubbing her clit against his cock, and bouncing up and down on him, fucking him for all he was worth. Then her friend was behind her, cupping her breast with one hand, and whispering in her ear. "Fuck my husband Jane. Fuck him till your cunt is so sore you won't be able to fuck for a week. Then we'll both suck him hard again, and he can fuck you once more."

And with that, Jane convulsed alone in her bedroom, crying out with the first orgasm of her life. 



The Introduction



This is one of those stories you'd expect to see in the "Letters to Penthouse," but instead, here it is.

I'm on the back end of being middle-aged. I qualify for senior citizens discounts at some stores. I'm past my prime, single, and was about to give up on ever having a satisfying relationship ever again. Not wanting to give up quite yet, I placed an honest ad on an alternative personals web site, sat back, and waited for the crazies to reply. To be completely honest, I thought I'd only get responses from guys pretending to be girls, if I got any responses at all. In my ad I stated that I had two possibilities in mind. If it was not to be a long term relationship but rather a playtime situation with little or no sex involved, I wanted a female masochist. My preference was for a long-term relationship with a younger, bisexual female couple who wanted an older male influence in their relationship. You can see why I thought the responses would be bogus.

A few days passed after I posted my ad and I received nothing, not even the phonies. Finally I saw that I had a response. I was both eager to read it and tempted to ignore it, but my curiosity won out. As I read the message I couldn't help but wonder if someone was pulling my leg. Here's the text of the message I read:

Dear Uncle Johnny,

We're Annie and Suzie, a couple of bi girls who live and work together. We have a special situation and hope you may be able to help. We dance and wait tables at [name removed], a men's club in town. That's where we met. Shortly after we met we decided to move in together to save money and, well, because we had the hots for each other. LOL! After a night at the club we're practically always horny as hell and we can hardly wait to get back home and satisfy our urges. The one big problem we have is that we want a man involved, but since the club doesn't allow us to date the customers, we don't know anybody! 

Your ad appealed to us in more than one way. Obviously, we like the idea of having a mature man helping us with our sexual urges. We also like the fact that you want more than just sex. Sometimes we're naughty and need a good spanking (or more) and think you could help us there, too. The only catch with that is that spankings would have to be reserved for times when we don't have to work the next night, just in case there's any bruising or welts.

We both have recent STD test results to show that we're clean. Actually, we've been monogamous since we moved in together, and that was nearly a year ago.

If you're at all interested in helping us, please email us at [address removed]. Please give us a chance! We're both real. We'll be happy to show you on webcam, talk on the phone or whatever you want to prove we're for real. Keep in mind that when we work we don't get home until the early morning hours, but if you reply, we'll reply as soon as we can! 

Looking forward to hearing from you very soon, Annie and Suzie

I thought to myself, what the heck? Reply, ask some questions and see what happens! The worst that could happen is they (or the player) would get my hopes up and then vanish into thin air. The best that could happen is that they are real and they really want to have a kinky "uncle" join them.

I composed a polite message, telling them a little bit about myself and things I enjoy doing, both vanilla and kinky. I asked about each of them, their interests, and just to be safe, asked them to pick a time to meet on webcam. After clicking the Send button, I pushed back in my chair and started wondering what in the world I was about to get myself into.

Since it was the early afternoon, I didn't know if I'd get a response soon or not, or at all. I decided to surf the 'net a while and keep a watch on my email account, just in case. To my surprise, about 5 minutes later I heard the "ding" of the email notifier signaling a new message had just arrived. I stopped what I was doing and opened the inbox. Sure enough, there sat a message from Annie and Suzie! I opened it quickly and read that they wanted to get on webcam now, but apologized that since they hadn't been awake very long and hadn't put on any makeup, I needed to forgive their appearance. (They dance at a men's club, right? How bad could they look?)

I logged into the IM application and clicked "OK" to allow them to be my friends. Right away I get a message containing two smilies. Before I can type "Hello," I receive a request to view their webcam, which I promptly accept. Staring back at me are two giggling young girls wearing T-shirts. They introduce themselves, waving, giggling and apologizing for being such a mess. Annie reminds me of Angie Harmon, but younger and with red hair. She tells me that she's 24. Suzie is a dead ringer for Scarlett Johansson, but with smaller breasts. She says she's 23. 

I ask myself who is paying them to pull a fast one over on me. I turn on my webcam, send them an invite, and in a moment I see them both pause their giggling and smile at their computer monitor. The next thing I see is a message on my screen, "When can we meet?" 

I ask when they have to work next. 

"Tonight." 

I ask when they get back home. 

"If we hurry, probably around 1:30 AM... and we'll hurry!" 

I ask if they want to wait until another time. 

"No - tonight is good!" 

I ask where they want to meet. 

"Here is fine." 

I ask if they feel safe doing that. 

"It's 2 against 1. Besides, you wouldn't hurt your nieces, would you?" 

I get their address and cell phone number, just in case anything happens.

As I'm writing down the information, I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of Annie lifting up Suzie's T-shirt. I stop writing and watch. Suzie raises her arms straight up and Annie pulls the T-shirt up and off, leaving Suzie nude. They kiss a moment before Annie removes her own T-shirt and turns to the keyboard. 

"Can you see okay?" 

I nod my head up and down. Annie smiles, gets on all fours with her hairless pussy pointing at the webcam, and then buries her face in Suzie's pussy. A second or two later I see Annie start fingering herself, first one finger in her pussy, and then two. Suzie leans back and rests on her elbows as Annie continues licking her. After a few minutes of watching this, Annie pauses and turns to the keyboard again and types, "I'm getting her ready for you. She needs to get fucked, and I want to lick her clean after you're done with her." 

I think to myself, "Is it getting hot in here?" I send back a question, "Is that what Suzie wants?"

The reply I get, "Suzie wants you to fuck her in her mouth, pussy and ass, and she wants you to fill her with cum so I can lick it out of her."

I ask if that's what Annie wants and I get the reply, "Yes, and I want to kiss and lick you all over. I think I need a spanking, too."

I repeat my question to myself, "Is it getting hot in here?"

Annie turns her attention back to Suzie who is now up on all-fours. Annie moves to the side so I can see her tongue starting to work into Suzie's asshole as she fingers the glistening pussy just below. It's obvious that they know each other's desires as Suzie lowers her head, raising her ass up for Annie to lick. As Annie thrusts two fingers in and out of Suzie's pussy, Suzie rubs her own clit furiously. 

In just a few minutes I see Suzie's body jerk suddenly, and Annie moves her mouth down to try and catch the spray as Suzie cums hard. Annie rolls underneath and in an instant her face disappears as Suzie lowers herself onto Annie's mouth. I watch intently as Suzie grinds her pussy into Annie's face, dragging her juicy cunt from chin to nose and back again. 

Suzie gets up and turns around so she's now facing the webcam. With a look of contentment on her face, she leans forward slightly and pinches Annie's nipples tightly, then twists and pulls them as if she's trying to stretch them or even pull them off. One nipple slips from her grip so Suzie slaps the tit hard several times before gripping the nipple again. After working both nipples mercilessly, Suzie releases them, leans forward more, and starts pulling on Annie's inner pussy lips. She pulls them down, up and to the side. She attempts to tie them in a knot. When that fails, she plunges two fingers inside the pussy and pumps them in and out as she pinches Annie's clit. 

Since there's no microphone on the webcam, I can't hear what's going on, but from the hands pounding the bed and the legs flailing about, I can tell that Annie is either really enjoying this, or really hating it. After several more minutes, the legs settle down, as do the hands pounding, and Suzie slides off to lie beside Annie. Annie raises up, her face glistening with Suzie's juices, and reaches her own fingers down to her pussy. She slides in two fingers, pulls them out and licks them clean. She then rolls over on top of Suzie, kisses her on the mouth and starts to slide her soaked pussy up and down one of Suzie's thighs. Just as it appears she's getting into a steady rhythm, she stops abruptly, looks to the computer and then hurries to type something in IM. "Sorry - we have to get ready for work! Looking forward to meeting you! Hope we can last that long. LOL!"

I parroted back my sentiments and said I'd see them about 1:30 at their place.

And then it all started to hit me. What if I wasn't as appealing in person? What if I liked them but they didn't like me? What if they were size queens? What if I couldn't keep up with them? What if I was being setup to be robbed or blackmailed or something?

I guess I'd find out the answers to those questions in another ten hours or so.



The Introduction



©2013 angelface195 all rights reserved 

Hello ladies, I know you're out there and I say a big hello. My name is Mitchell Murphy I am 35 years old, 6 ft 2 and athletic. I work out every day and have a six-pack. Some people tell me that I look like Peter Facinelli but more like Twilight Carlisle. My hair is dirty blond my eyes are light brown. I am hot, if I say so myself and the ladies have all told me I am very sexy.

I am a Senior Vice-President at a top Forbes Fortune 500 company. I do my job well. I am rich and spend my money on the apartment I own and on the women, I take out. I drive a Mercedes Benz SLSC. I live in a three-bedroom penthouse apartment in Battery Park City in New York.

The women I date, love being with me. I always take my women to the best clubs. I get all kinds of tickets to entertainment events, sporting events and the theater. My women love being with me because they know they will get a great dinner, a fun evening and I will fuck them until they scream. I'm good and I know I am good and so do they.

You may think I'm a big cocky and I am because I know what I have to offer. 

I'm a love it and leave 'em kind of guy. I've never been in love and I plan to stay a bachelor for a very long time. I am the George Clooney of my group of friends. One of the girls I'm seeing now is named Chloe. She is 5'10" with the longest legs and long dark hair. I love when her hair is in a ponytail, because when I'm fucking her I can wind it around my hand and pull her head back. 

She has a very tight pussy because I was the one who took her virginity. Chloe has these doe eyes which when she got on her knees and begged me to be the one, just made me hard. Who was I to refuse? 

After a very nice dinner, I took her to my home. I stripped her of her clothes and started sucking her size 36C breasts. I sucked and licked her nipples. Chloe squirmed beneath me and I hit her thigh with my hand. SLAP! "Be Still" I ordered and she stilled. I bent down, trailing my tongue down her body, licking and sucking her skin; leaving my marks. Chloe is trying very hard to stay still as I start fingering her clit.

"Oh, Mitch, that feels so, so. Ah" She is close, but I'm not going to let her cum, not yet. I'm going to tease her until she begs me to thrust my dick into her pussy and then I'm going to fuck her hard the way I like it. 

I bend down and tug at the hairs on her pussy. "The next time I fuck you, I want all of this shit off. I want you to have it waxed for me tomorrow. I don't like a hairy pussy." I say and then I hit her on the pussy. She yelps and I thrust my tongue into her. Pushing her legs back. I order her to hold them and I begin to eat her. I am a master with my mouth. I suck and lick her pussy lips and she's squirming. Penelope is moving and I slap her pussy again. "Stay still dammit!" I order. She tries her best, but I know she can't help but move. Reaching under my mattress I take the restraints I have their and tether her by her knees, so she is spread wide. I feast on her pussy. Her legs wide open and open to me. I bring her to a screaming climax that until now she has only had with three other girls and her own finger.

It's now my turn. I want her to suck my dick, but that will wait until later. Right now, I want in that pussy. I grab a foil packet and tear it open. She watches as I put on the condom. 'Watch because from now on you will do it for me."

I climb up on her body sucking her nipples. Rubbing my cock on her sex she begs, "Please Mitch, please fuck me. Please oh god, please."

"I'm going to fuck you my way and you'll scream." I say and she begs some more, "Mitch, do whatever you want baby. I want you to be my first."

I rear back and slam all the way into her. I know she wants to close her legs but she cannot. It's a good thing I have the entire floor because Chloe screams from the pain and I press my lips onto hers. I still, allowing Chloe to get adjusted and then start moving in and out. I'm slow at first, but soon she gets into it. I loosen the restraints so she can wrap her long legs around my back.

I start fucking her faster and faster, moving my hips the way I know the girls like. She is cumming nonstop, pulling at my hair, begging me to go faster and I hold on. I want her sore. She'll be coming back tomorrow and the next day until I get rid of her. I pull out almost all the way out then slam into her and I cum.

I hold her and cuddle with her for a few minutes, then I get up pulling gently out of her, take off the condom, throw it away and go wash up. I return with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. I know her pussy is sore and I wash her. I am considerate like that -- at least the first time.

When I finish Chloe leans on my chest and kisses my nipple. I grab her ponytail and say to her, "It's time for you to suck my cock." She gazes up at me with those doe eyes and she kisses down my body. I have a big dick. I'm not going to lie. It's ten inches, its cut, and it's beautiful. Even guys want to suck my dick, straight guys, but I don't go that way. I love pussy too much, but I love watching a guy salivate when I go into the men's room. They all look, even the black guys. My dick is a work of art. Every day I thank God and my parents for this dick. My dad's dick isn't as big as mine so I must have gotten this from my mother's side. Good old mom, still a looker who comes to see me twice a year. We hang out, I behave and introduce her to the current girl who she will say isn't good enough for me and then I'll dump her and report to mom that as always she knows best.

Lately however, mom has been gripping about grand children. I told her before I was 40 I would think about it. Who says I have to marry the damn girl I knock up. I'll pay child support and visit the kid, but I want my freedom.

I just went off topic, back to Chloe sucking my cock. I love making a woman gag with my dick because I haven't found one who could take it all. I

Chloe does her best, but she's inexperienced. She won't be for long because ladies, I plan to turn her into one of my sex slaves. I plan to keep her on a string. I plan to whip her. I plan to paddle her. I plan to do all kinds of nasty things to her and she will enjoy it all, then my plan is to leave her. She will call and email and beg me to return her calls and I won't. When I'm done, I'm done. The next man that gets her will not be able to please her because she will be thinking about me. She will blame him time and again for not being good enough. Too bad fellas, eventually she'll choose someone and be unhappy for the rest of her life because she could not have me.

I know you think I have a big ego. When you got it, flaunt it. If you don't like me that's fine, but I love you and if I make love to you, you'll fall in love with me. They all do. I'm not a bad guy, I send all my ladies off with a kiss, a gift and try to make them feel better by saying, "it's not you, it's me. I'm just not ready for anything serious." They all fall for it and it's the truth. I love pussy and control and for me that's a high.

I have 30 women that I can call day or night and they will all come running. I am never without a woman. These women are all over the country and two in London and Paris. I am master of my universe. I love women, don't get me wrong, but they all should know their place and their place is to be on their knees worshiping my dick.

One of my 30 a woman named Samantha invites me to a party given by her boss. She is an attractive brunette with a short haircut and a beautiful pussy. She keeps it the way I like it with just a short strip. Samantha and I have an understanding. She does what I want when I want it. I can call her day or night and even if she has someone in her bed, she'll either leave them or kick them out if I want to come over.

Samantha learned how to suck my cock. She was eager. She wasn't a virgin, but had a tight pussy. The hard part for her was when I took her ass. She begged me not to and I sent her home. I stopped speaking to her. For two weeks, she called and pleaded to see me, finally she agreed that I could fuck her ass.

I did and now she begs me every time to fuck her in the ass. She cums the moment my dick is inside her anal passage. I have tied her up, whipped her and spanked her and Samantha comes back for more. I like her because she isn't whiny. She knows the score and just wants me to do whatever I want. 

It's black tie so I'm dressed in a tuxedo. I look good, I say to myself as I look in the mirror. I look damn good. As the limousine arrives to pick me up, I know that tonight after this shindig, I'm going to bring Samantha here, restrain her in my bed, paddle her ass and then shove my cock deep into all her holes.

Samantha looks drop-dead gorgeous in a slinky silver gown. On the drive to where the party is, Samantha spends her time on her knees sucking my cock. She finishes up just as we get there and I order her to fix herself, which she does. She's a very smart sexy lady and I like her.

I am astonished when we pull up to a mansion in Greenwich, CT. It is a 12,000 square foot stone manor. The limo pulls up, the door is opened and we walk up the steps to the front door where it is opened by a butler in full dress uniform. A very handsome man about sixty who greets Samantha with a hug and a kiss on the cheek follows him. She introduces me to him. His name is Morgan Winthrop III. He is one of the richest men in the world and the name partner of the law firm where Samantha works. Samantha has moved up a notch in my belt. We are led inside where there are about 100 people. I am introduced to lawyers, a few judges, a senator or two and a few celebrities.

We are there for about 15 minutes when everyone turns as a woman wearing the most beautiful royal blue sequined evening dress comes down the stairs. She is strikingly beautiful. Her skin is the color of honey. She has brown eyes that look like topaz and light brown curly hair. This woman walks down the stairs like a Queen and I know at once that she is the mistress of this house.

My dick, which has been calm, springs to attention. It has caught up with my head. I want this woman. She comes down the stairs and greets her guests. I watch every move she makes. I watch how she moves, how her graceful her hands move. She is like a gazelle. 

Samantha maneuvers me over to meet her. She is laughing and her laughter makes my dick jump repeatedly. In my mind, I am saying. Calm down boy, but my dick knows that it wants inside his woman's pussy badly. She turns to me and looks at me with those eyes; it is like a punch in the gut.

I am speechless and barely mumble my name. Samantha introduces us. Her name is Claudette. She is even more stunning up close. I want to kneel at her feet. I want to kiss her toes. I want to run my hand through her brown curly hair. I am in shock at my emotions. I don't do this. Dinner is called and I am jealous when Morgan takes her arm and leads her into the dining room. 

I am even more jealous that I am not sitting next to her. I ignore the two women sitting beside me and they chat with other people. My eyes are on the Nubian Beauty sitting at the head of the table. I can't stop staring at her. I have never dated a black woman. Until now I have never wanted to, but I know that if I don't have her, I will forever want her and that's not me. I know once I have her, the mystique will wear off and I will just treat her the way I treat all the other ones. 

I day dream and see myself peeling off that dress and seeing what lies underneath. I want to lick that black pussy and taste the wonderful juices she will secrete. I want to fuck her and have her scream my name.

Dinner over, we have dessert and there is entertainment and conversation. I manage to talk to a few of the power people in the room. Samantha is spirited away by one of her colleagues and I am speaking to a blonde young thing who whispers to me that she wants to suck my cock. I ignore her and she pouts and walks away. I am standing alone, drinking a brandy when I hear, "So you're Samantha's date. Have you had a good time? It's Mitchell isn't it?" The voice is soft and sultry.

I turn and she is standing there, the goddess that I want. "Uhm, Yes Mrs. Winthrop." I say nervously. "Not Mrs. Winthrop. I am Claudette Casey and this is my home. Mr. Winthrop is a, friend of mine. He was my date for this evening. Are you and Samantha a couple?" She asks as she smiles at me. Her teeth are gleaming and white. Her dress cut just low enough to give me hope. I want her. I want her as I have never wanted anyone.

"No, Samantha is a friend. We spend time together." I say and Claudette leans over and whispers, "Do you fuck her?"

I am taken aback and find that my ears are turning pink, "Sometimes." I say. "Did she suck your cock on the way here?" She whispers again and I see the devilish twinkle in her eyes. Again, my ears turn pink and I can feel myself blushing. What the fuck is this chick doing to me? 

Just when I am about to answer, Morgan Winthrop comes and kisses her cheek, "my dear, there are guests who wish to say goodnight to you." She returns his peck and is gone. I am left standing there jealous. Claudette turns back and winks at me leaving me stunned and confused.

It is time for us to go and I don't want to. I want to be between those honey colored thighs. Samantha and I say goodnight to Morgan and Claudette. She kisses Samantha on the cheek, "I'm so happy you came dear and I look forward to seeing you with your young man again."

I only say, "I had a really good time and hope to see you again." I am hoping to see her again. I am praying to see her again. I know that I will do anything to see her again. 

What I do not know is that I've just been introduced to the woman who will change my life forever.

At work the next day, I can barely concentrate. All during the ride home, I pepper Samantha with questions and learn nothing except that she is a client. Samantha tells me she signed a non-disclosure agreement and cannot discuss Claudette with me. I am furious and sulk all the way home.

When I take Samantha home she invites me in, but I just send her up to her apartment and go home. Quickly I undress and shower. All I can think about is her face, the way she walked, the way she talked. I have a hard time sleeping, all I can picture is black thighs wrapped around my head and my tongue licking a beautiful honey colored pussy.

Morgan Winthrop, billionaire was restrained. His body wrapped in thick rope. He had been whipped and his hard dick was in a cock cage. He was blindfolded and he was happy. The person holding the whip was Claudette. She was decked out in a long black gown with black boots. "So my little slave boy, did you get what you needed from tonight's events?"

Morgan nodded. He knew not to speak until she gave him permission. "Then you know how to thank me, don't you my bitch?" she said hitting him hard with the whip. THWACK! THWACK! He moaned. Claudette hit him again and he whimpered.

Morgan stuck out his tongue and waited. Claudette grabbed his gray hair, pulling it hard. She hiked up her dress and lowered her pussy onto his mouth where he licked her for hours. She had cum and cum again and still was not satisfied. Getting up she untied him and freed his cock. She whipped him some more and struck his cock and balls. He groaned and screamed. Claudette squeezed his balls harder as she sat on his hard dick and she fucked him; throwing back her head squeezing him tighter and tighter with her muscles she ordered him not to cum. Morgan obeyed. He was her slave. He worshipped at her pussy. She meant more to him than his children, his five ex wives and all his money. She meant more to him than his company. She was everything. He was nothing without her.

Claudette thought about this night. She thought about the handsome young man who had been Samantha's date. She thought about how he should be tied and whipped. She wanted to wipe that cocky attitude off his handsome face. She was close to coming and she ordered Morgan to cum. He did screaming, "My Mistress thank you." 

Claudette envisioned Mitchell in Morgan's place and at that moment, she found her release.

I went to work and managed to work on the two billion dollar merger I was assigned to. My mind would flash to beautiful topaz colored eyes and long honey-colored legs. I was like a bitch in heat, yet I managed to make it through my meetings.

The entire week went like that. I worked late every night and didn't get home until nearly eleven. I showered and went straight to bed, but in my dreams were beautiful brown eyes or long tan legs. I awoke in the night and stayed awake seeing her face. 

On Friday, I left work early. I had phoned another one of the women I liked to keep on sexual retainer. Her name is Maria. She is Italian and has beautiful long dark hair, dark brown eyes and a 40 DD bust. Maria is the only woman I know who sashays into a room. Those hips of hers swing back and forth. I don't do any preliminaries. I have been overheated all damn week, so as soon as she comes off the elevator I take her hand and drag her into my apartment. I push her onto the wall and start kissing her. My tongue invades her mouth and she responds. Maria rips open my shirt and tongues my nipples. I grab her hair and hold her to my chest. Tugging back her head roughly my tongue plows into her mouth. "Mouth on my dick now Maria." I say and she trails kisses and licks down until she gets to my pants. 

Maria sinks to the floor, my hand still holding her hair. Hurriedly she unzips my pants and takes my hard cock into her mouth. Maria likes to lick the head. She loves my pre cum and she twirls her mouth around the head and then licks down my length. She is slow and deliberate, but tonight I'm in a hurry. All I keep thinking about are those black lips wrapped around my dick.

Tugging on Maria's ponytail, I yank her head up and thrust my dick in her mouth. I use her hair as leverage pulling it up and down. I am pistoning in her mouth and she's looking up at me. She gags. "Bitch take it all." I say and push her further on my dick. She chokes and I know she can't take it all. I ease up just a little and start fucking her mouth faster and faster. I am so close to cumming and then I see those eyes, those beautiful light brown eyes and my dick just stops. I look down at Maria who is still sucking me. 

She's doing a good job, but it is not her lips I want to feel. Gimme a break! I think. I only saw this fucking bitch for a short time. What the hell? I renew my efforts to blow my wad and really ruthlessly fuck Maria's mouth. Tears are streaming down her face. I have never been so brutal with her, but my dick won't let me cum this way. 

Grabbing Maria's hair, I pull her off my dick. "Get undressed and into bed. I'm going to fuck you."

Maria does as I ask and I am stroking myself envisioning Claudette's hands and mouth on my cock. I am hard again and place my dick at the opening of Maria's pussy. I can't look at her, I can only think about Claudette and envision it is her pussy that I am fucking. I slam into Maria causing her to gasp at the pain, "Please Mitchell, please it hurts. Slow down baby, please." Maria begs.

"Shut the fuck up. You know it will feel real good soon." I slap her ass and my dick deflates a little. "Keep your mouth closed." I order Maria and I start moving in and out of her seeing Claudette's face in my mind. I am fucking Maria harder and harder, "yes baby, that pussy feels so nice. I knew it would be like this. "It doesn't take much longer and in my mind I can hear Claudette saying, "Cum for me baby, cum." And I squirt, then I pour into Maria. I have never cum like this and it is all because of her.

I am exhausted and hold on to her hips. "Baby," Maria says, "You have never fucked me like that. It was so brutal, so rough. I liked it."




The Introduction



I swat Maria's behind again and pull my cock from her. She turns around and moves forward to suck me. I move back. "Not tonight baby. Get dressed go home."

She pouts, "But Mitchell, I haven't cum yet. I was also hoping that I could suck you some more and you would fuck me like that again."

I am getting angry. It's not her fault, but mine. "I said get your fucking clothes on and get out!" 

Maria looks as if I struck her. She gets off the bed and falls at my feet. "I'm sorry Mitchell. What did I do wrong?" Her eyes are so sad that I relent. I sit on the edge of the bed and stroke her hair. She takes it as a sign and starts cleaning my dick with her warm wet mouth. I lie back and think of Claudette on her knees and my dick starts to rise. This time I cum in Maria's mouth. I cum hard again with thoughts of Claudette in my head.

When I've cum, I get Maria to get up and dressed. I am tired. I need to sleep. Reluctantly she does, but before she leaves, I kiss her and using my fingers on her soppy wet pussy, she is cumming and calling my name.

In bed that night I toss and turn dreaming of a woman, I have only met once. I am determined to have her.

Samantha is on her knees on the bed. She is bound and gagged. The cane marks are all over her back and buttocks. Morgan Winthrop is fucking her ass as the whip hits his ass he plunges forward. He is gagged also but moans loudly. Claudette stands behind him and whips him. 

"You may cum, then you may leave. Samantha will be servicing me tonight. You can go home to that bitch number four or is it five that you are married to. Go suck her pussy, but don't fuck her. "Claudette orders. 

She has given them both a good workout and is still not satisfied. Samantha will be well used this night, all night long. Normally she would allow Morgan to use his tongue and sometimes his dick in her pussy, but not tonight. She's still thinking about the young man Samantha brought to her party. The young man she will make as her slave. He looks like a challenge and Claudette loves a challenge.

Once upon a time, Morgan had been a challenge; rich, white, in control, but it did not take long before she brought him to his knees. She now owned a third of his company's stock. He was so grateful for anything she did. She stopped speaking to him for a month and he had bought her the mansion. He knew his place. When she called, he jumped. She owned her own business; a chain of very successful hair salon's all over the country. The first one had been a gift from another wealthy man not quite as rich as Morgan, but rich. She had been with him for five years, then had left him for Morgan. He had begged and pleaded for her to return, but she told him their time had passed.

She saw him one more time. He offered her his company. She introduced him to a friend of hers, a beautiful coffee colored black woman who was an expert flogger. Her name was Irene. Irene and Claudette beat the man until he was unconscious, then Claudette left.

Irene stayed. They were married a year later in a beautiful ceremony. The next day, Irene collard her slave in a smaller ceremony with twenty friends. Claudette got to be the one to fuck his ass while he ate his new wife's pussy.

When Morgan had cums, he pulls out and immediately goes to licking and slurping Samantha's pussy as Claudette watches. Any man that cums will clean up his mess. Everyone is examined before they get anywhere near Claudette's pussy. She has known too many people dead or diseased. She has a stash of condoms in her drawer, but for Morgan she does not use them. He is fanatic about sex and is tested every six months. His current wife, an actress has a bodyguard that makes sure that the only person fucking her is Morgan. He's gay so he is not a problem.

The actress knows all about Claudette and occasionally joins them when Claudette allows it. Her name is Honey Baker and she is blonde, beautiful and very smart. She and Claudette made an agreement that she could marry Morgan, he would only sleep with her, and Claudette or he would have to give up half his fortune. Claudette made sure this was in Honey's pre-nup. 

Secretly Claudette knew that Morgan would honor the agreement. He wanted her. He would divorce Honey in a minute if Claudette would agree to marry him.

As soon as Morgan was gone, Claudette took the gag out of Samantha's mouth. "You will tell me everything you know about the man you brought to the party."

Samantha told her all about Mitch, what he liked, how he fucked, what he did for pleasure. Did he like pain? Did he give pain? Samantha told all that she knew and Claudette rewarded her by taking her hair and shoving her face into Claudette's leaking pussy. Samantha ate. Her arms and legs were bound and only her mouth would be used. She stayed there for hours eating Claudette from one orgasm to another.

Claudette thought about what she would do for and to Mitchell. She thought about him servicing her and helping her to become the richest women on the earth and better yet, the most powerful one. He was the last cog in her wheel. He would help her reach her goal. Claudette held Samantha's head. She envisioned Mitch bound and gagged. She envisioned striking him with the cane and seeing those lovely stripe marks on his buttocks. Claudette imagined him by her side with her collar around his neck, her hand holding the leash. She was seated on a throne, Mitchell staring up at her with love in his eyes. She was Queen of all she surveyed and Mitchell was her pet, her beloved.

As she came hard in Samantha's mouth, the thought of Mitchell here between her legs, servicing her pussy was very real and Claudette came again.

I had to see her again. I had to find a way to meet her. I was in my office trying to find a way to see her again, when I was told by my secretary Bridget that I had a visitor. I looked up and gasped... My dream Nubian Queen was here and all I wanted to do was fall down on my knees to worship at her feet. 



The Introduction Ch. 02



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"If you keep your mouth open like that the flies or something else will get in." says Claudette with a smirk on her face, her eyes are smizing, which to those of you who do not watch America's Next Top Model is smiling with your eyes. I watch. I have even dated some of them and one of those models is in my thirty.

I realize that I am still sitting gaping at her. I can't believe that she's here in my office. I gather my wits and remember who I am. I want this woman on her knees sucking my dick. I want her begging me to fuck her. I am not some slave to a woman; she is a slave to me. My dick jumps reminding me that I am the master here. "Calm down boy." I whisper so she cannot hear. 

Standing I smile warmly at her. My dick does a dance. My boss, Robert Douglas comes behind Claudette. He has been staring at her ass. Right now, I envy him because she has a fine ass and I would like to be standing behind it. "I see you two know each other, Ms. Casey is thinking about bringing her business to us. We are going to have lunch to discuss. She would like you to join us."

Claudette smiles at me and gives me a wink. Her voice is sultry and smooth as she turns to Robert and says, "I'd like to discuss what you have to offer me." As she says this, I feel as if she is directing this towards me and I blush. Luckily, her back is to me. Robert leads her away and my dick starts to deflate a little.

My best friend David who works two offices from mine comes over to my office. David is a 6'2" brown haired guy who looks older than his 31 years, but very handsome with dimples that all the girls' find very attractive. All of my mates are good-looking guys. I like the competition. We take bets on which one of us a certain girl will go for in a bar.

David is open mouthed as he says, "Who is that beautiful woman? My dick got hard the moment she walked onto the floor. Every man in here and a few women are watching her. Stan, he almost fell over looking at her ass and Barry, he went into the men's room and I don't think he went in there to pee."

I laugh and then I smirk. "She's a friend of Samantha's. I went to a party at her house. I'm going to lunch with her today."

"Shit man you've been holding out on me. Is she single? Does she do white guys? Hell I'd be on my knees kissing that ass in a minute. She makes JLo look like a boy. You had better hope our boy Marvin doesn't see her. He will make a bee line for that skirt." David says.

I am a little worried about Marvin. He's a really good-looking black guy and a friend. He used to be a basketball player and an underwear model. He's tall and chocolate colored. The women around here all fall over him. He's currently dating a supermodel from Sweden with long legs and long blond hair.

I get a phone call from Robert's secretary, an older woman named Catherine who says that lunch will be at one. We are walking over from the Financial Center at the World Trade to the Palm restaurant. 

It is a mild March day and I'm glad that I don't have to wear a coat. Claudette is wearing a light white coat. I can see her longs legs and her feet encased in those Christian Louboutin nude pumps. I know all about women's shoes. I make a notice of everything women wear because I do dress the women I go out with. If I find something I like I buy it and send it to one of my thirty. They are all so grateful, so very grateful and spend lots of time on their knees or on their backs or even better with their ass in the air.

I can't wait to see what she has under that coat. My dick jumps at the thought. I open the door at the Palm for her and she smiles at me. "Thank you." She says with a slight nod of her head. My dick jumps again. Damn what is this woman doing to me?

I help Claudette with her coat and as I turn back from giving her coat to the coat check my dick jumps and stays stiff. Down boy, I say, but the dick just salutes at me and says, no way. She is gorgeous in a nearly backless fuchsia Valentino lace dress. How I long to run my hands down her back. I start thinking about baseball, basketball, soccer and it is finally thoughts of golf that make my dick go back down before I am very embarrassed.

We have our meeting. Claudette is a smart executive and much richer than I could have imagined. She's a billionaire and counting. She is Oprah rich and wants to be even wealthier. She has great plans for her money and I have realized she wants power. Claudette does not want to be President, but she wants to control the President. Claudette wants to buy small companies, keep them in tact and just make a few changes just enough to turn them into a big company. She has some smart ideas and it will be my job to implement them.

We are sitting in a booth and she is sitting next to me, my boss across from us. We have had our lunch and are having dessert when I feel her hand touch my leg. I freeze as she lightly runs her hand up my leg. My dick rises immediately. I keep talking but all I want to do is cum. Just as quickly, Claudette removes her hand and I am left with a hard dick that now refuses to go down. 

Claudette smiles sweetly at me. The bitch is making me mad with all this teasing. I finish my presentation and excuse myself to go to the men's room. I manage to bring the old boy down, but I know the moment I return he will rise his head again. What the fuck is this chick doing. Who the hell does she think she is? Before I return to my seat, I call Chloe and tell her that we will be having dinner at eight at my house. She is so excited that I just have to laugh. 

I manage to make it through the rest of lunch with my dick staying calm. I get Claudette's coat and help her on with it managing to run a finger up her back. She doesn't even flinch, but my dick does. Her skin feels so soft. I want to feel that skin and kiss it. 

We walk back to the office. Her Bentley is waiting out front and I open the door before her driver gets out. She slides in and says to me, "There are a few more things I'd like to go over with you. Robert." She says to my boss, "Would it be possible for Mitch here to come to my house day after tomorrow with the papers for me to sign?"

My boss looks at me. I can clearly see the disappointment on his face. He had hoped she would ask him to come. "Yes, he can be there?"

She reaches into her purse that she didn't have with her in the restaurant and pulls out a card that she hands to me. "This is my New York address. Please meet me there on Thursday at 6." She says coolly. I just nod, close the car door and watch as her driver drives away.

Robert and I walk into the building. On the elevator, he says to me, "Make sure you get this account Mitch. It's important. If you get this, there is a promotion in your near future. "I nod and he grins, "She's a damn fine woman. I'm happily married, but I'd give my left nut to fuck that sweet pussy."

I grin broadly; my proper boss never talks like that. So it's not only me she's having an effect on. 

Marvin is waiting in my office with some papers, but I know he has heard about Claudette. "Hey Mitch, how was lunch?" he says raising an eyebrow.

"Lunch was great. I got this one in the bag." I say with a smirk.

Marvin grins, "So what is Claudette Casey like?"

I smile, "She makes my dick jump." Marvin nods, "Wanna bet I can get to her first?"

"Nah man, I got this one. I'm invited over for her to sign the papers. I plan to hit that." I say.

Marvin laughs, "Ever been with a black woman before?"

"No, but she's got a pussy and I can always get there." My grin is broad.

Marvin really laughs, "Let's make that bet, because she ain't gonna be that easy." 

We make a wager. If I get her to sleep with me on Thursday then I will give Marvin my two tickets to the Super Bowl next January. If Marvin wins then he will give me his tickets to the World Series. In addition, whoever wins also gets a bottle of very expensive champagne we both want that costs about $5,000.00.

We shake hands. I got this and I am not worried.

I arrive home at 7:15. I cook, but not tonight. I want to eat and fuck so I order from a restaurant that knows me. I now Chloe likes lobster and I have a porterhouse. The table is romantically set and I have a nice bottle of red wine. I feel a kind of responsibility to Chloe since I was her first, so I want to treat her nice.

A few weeks ago, I ordered a beautiful red negligee for her, which I lay out on the bed with some red-heeled slippers. She will change into this before dinner. I change into a pair of red sweat pants and a white tee shirt. These pants really hug my hips and I have several pairs. I am wearing sandals on my feet. Every week I have my nails and feet done. I believe a man should always look good for his woman and I do.

I check the drawer in my bedroom and tonight I take out the condoms. I also take out the vibrator and the lube because of course I'm going to fuck that ass. In a locked closet, I take out the paddle and a spreader bar. I have to get out my frustrations about Claudette. I'm going to use Chloe, as I want to use the black woman who is frustrating the hell out of me.

Chloe arrives early. She is dressed in a short skirt with a blue print top and a black trench coat with the sexiest five-inch rain boots. It's raining and her Burberry umbrella is wet. I kiss her chastely on the mouth, take her umbrella, and put it in the stand. Chloe strips off her coat and drops it on the floor. She throws her arms around me and I take them off. "Pick up the coat Chloe." I say my voice menacingly. She looks surprised.

She does not say a word but picks up her coat which leaves a puddle on the wood floor. In my mind I could not' see Claudette doing this. I take her coat and leave her standing there as I hang it in the bathroom. I bring back a mop and hand it to her. Behind my back, I hold the paddle. "Clean the floor Chloe." I order. Chloe looks scared but does as I ask. I go behind her and taking the paddle, I swing it, hitting her on her skirt clothed behind.

She jumps. "Ouch, Mitch, I'm sorry." She says and stops mopping.

"Chloe, keep mopping. Clean up the mess you made." I say going behind her and unzipping her skirt. She keeps mopping as her skirt falls to the floor. "Step out of the skirt." I say and she does but she keeps mopping.

"Stop mopping, but hold onto the mop." I say and I take the paddle and hit her on her butt that is still encased in her panties. She moans. I run my hands down her back and to her panties that I rip from her body leaving red angry marks on the side of her thighs. She gasps but still holds on to the mop as I pick up the paddle and start paddling her ass. Chloe holds on to the mop as I paddle her behind. 

Tears are streaming down her face and I Chloe is holding onto the mop and trying not to scream. Finally, I stop paddling her. Her ass is red. She lets out a choking cry and I scoop her up into my arms. The paddle drops and I carry her into my bedroom laying her on her stomach on the bed. I turn off the lights. She is sobbing. I get onto the bed and grab the lube. 

I am angry, but not at Chloe. It is Chloe however, who will get my anger. I lube my dick and her ass getting on top of her with one thrust I am in her ass. Chloe screams and I start fucking her hot to the touch ass. "Take it. Take it all bitch. You tease me and don't deliver. Take all of my cock in that ass."

She is trembling and I take her arms lifting them over her head as I fuck into her ass. "Please Mitch, please." She sobs. 

"Please what cunt!" I say not even seeing her. I'm thrusting harder and harder and she's crying. I'm fucking her brutally and seeing Claudette underneath me. This woman is turning my world upside down and I cannot take it. I have to have her. 

I realize in a brief moment of clarity that I am hurting Chloe. I stop and carefully pull out of her very sore ass. I kiss her back and her spine. She is whimpering like a little dog and I am ashamed of myself. How I ever let someone get under my skin like this.

Getting off the bed, I go into the bathroom and return with a wet cloth and a bowl of warm water. Carefully and tenderly, I wash her. She is bleeding slightly from her asshole and I clean her.

I place the bowl and washcloth on the floor. Chloe has turned to her side and is in the fetal position. She is still crying softly. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck. "Chloe, I'm sorry. So sorry I hurt you. I've had a bad time at work today and I guess it went to my head.

I turn her over. Her mascara has run and her face is streaked. Her eyes are closed and she is saying nothing. Again I get off the bed and take the bowl and washcloth back to the bathroom. I run a bath for her. When I return she is sitting up. I sit down next to her. She is looking at her hands and I lift up her chin.

Gently I kiss her and she responds. "I'm sorry I dropped my wet coat on the floor." Chloe says to me in a barely audible voice. I move a strand of hair from her face, "no Chloe, I'm sorry. I let things get out of hand."

She looks up at me, "Mitch, I liked when you paddled me. I also liked when you fucked me like this. I deserved it. I've wanted you to be rough with me and..." She stops talking.

I am astonished. Yes, I wanted her as one of my little pets, but I thought it would take time. Chloe moves and gets on her knees. "I want you to be my master. I've been reading all kind of things about BDSM and I was hoping that you would teach me."

"Chloe." I say, "You don't know what you're saying. I think that this has all been too much for you." 

"Mitch, uhm, Master, I want you to teach me. Paddle me, whip me, do whatever you want and I will just ask for more. Yes it hurt, but I want it to hurt." She reached up to stroke my face, then let her hand drop. "Use me Master; take out all your frustrations on me. Whatever is bothering you, use me."

I am floored and start to speak, when the phone rings. I take my iPhone from the table and look at the number. I don't recognize it and I answer, "Mitch here."

"Hello Mitch. I was just calling to confirm for tomorrow." Said the sultry voice on the end. My dick did a jump and Chloe starts to lick my balls. 

"Hello Ms. Casey." I sigh. 

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." She purrs.

Chloe was now sucking my cock. I looked down at her. "No nothing at all." I say, as Chloe starts sucking and slurping on my dick.

I am trying desperately not to moan. This voice and not Chloe is bringing me to the edge. 

Claudette laughs, "I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow evening. Please don't forget the papers. Goodnight Mitchell." She says and hangs up.

I set down the phone and grab Chloe's head and start fucking her face roughly. She has been practicing on a banana or a dildo or something because she is much better and I use her mouth, her lips and as I cum, I choke her with my cock and envision Claudette on her knees sucking me.

Chloe gets her bath. I talk to her about what her being my slave means and that first she must learn to be my submissive. I tell her I want her to think about it for a week and I will also think about if I want to train her.

I have had five submissives in my life. I ended all the relationships. The thirty do what I want when I want at a time and place I choose. Having a submissive is like having a small child who works very hard at pleasing you. It is an obligation and I didn't know if I wanted to take on the responsibility of having a submissive. I had decided that I didn't. Now I'm not so sure.

Claudette is bringing out in me something I haven't seen in two years – the very dominant side of me. The side that wants to control everything about the person I'm with. From what she wears to what she eats. This side of me hasn't want to raise his head and now I'm thinking about it...with Chloe.

I am not Christian Gray from that book. I am not fucked up from a cruel childhood. I've always been this way. I've always been in control and I do like my women pliant. The five subs I have had – one got married and has two children, another one had a master and was very happy. Another one is getting her doctorate and the fourth is pregnant and living with another man.

The last one, Emily. I was falling in love with her and knew I had to get rid of her. I don't like to think about her. She lives in Los Angeles now with her sister. She hates me. She has a right to. I not only broke her heart but her spirit. I pay for her therapy and her schooling. 

Maybe this is what I need to get me out of thoughts of Claudette. I wash Chloe and dry her body. I dress her in the red nightgown and lay with her in my bed. I leave her there while I return to the bathroom and shower. I hold her in my arms, not making love to her the rest of the night. In the morning, she gets dressed, kisses me and leaves.

I block all thoughts of Claudette Casey from my mind and work hard all day. Finally, it is time for me to leave for dinner. Marvin comes to my office and reminds me of our bet. Robert comes by and reminds me of the contract. David comes by and tells me to tap that. I grin and tell him that I plan to.

I take a town car to a townhouse on sixty-Third Street. "Damn." I whisper under my breath. I can only hope to have a house like this someday. This place must have cost at least thirty mil, I think. I get out and walk up to the black door that is painted black. Before I can ring the bell or knock, the same butler I saw in Connecticut opens the front door.

He escorts me in, takes my coat, leads me into the foyer and my heart drops. I thought we would be alone. There are about twelve other people milling about. I see Claudette talking to Morgan Winthrop and she walks over to me.

"Come and meet everyone Mitchell." She takes my arm and I feel a current run through us. Claudette raises an eyebrow and I know she's felt it too.

She introduces me to everyone in the group, but the person who peeks my interest is Mrs. Stephanie Stone, widow of the lawyer, Steven Stone with her new bride Anna Stone and her husband, Brian.

Stephanie Stone is a very attractive woman, but she's no Claudette. Also, she seems to be very much in love with the two people she's with. I chat with Mrs. Stone and give her my card. She is a quite wealthy film director and her wife is a stunner. I don't disrespect married people but that Anna is gorgeous. As I chat with Stephanie from the corner of my eye, I keep watch to Claudette.

She is laughing at something a man named Tony has said. Her head is thrown back and her laughter is tinkling in my ear like bells. Again, there is a wonderful dinner and I am seated between Stephanie and Brian. The conversation is lively. 

After dinner, there is dancing and drinks with a band. Claudette interrupts my dance with the beautiful Anna. She takes my hand and again the electricity charges between us. She leads me to her study. I had forgotten I was here to get papers signed and remove them from my leather folder that I have left on a bench in the foyer.

Claudette goes over them. Her attorney's already made changes and she just checks to make sure.  With a flourish, she signs her name and hands them back to me.

Claudette sitting behind her desk crosses her legs and stares at me. "So Mitchell, now that I've signed what do you intend to do for me?"

I go around her desk and stand in front of her. "I will work very hard on your account Ms. Casey."

"You and I both know that's not what I mean." Claudette uncrosses her legs. She reaches out a hand to touch me. There is a knock at the door.

Stephanie Stone comes in. "Sorry Claude, Anna, Brian and I are going home. I wanted to say good night and thank you for a wonderful evening."

The spell between us is broken and I scoop up the contract as Claudette stands and breezes past me to hug Stephanie. I watch her ass as she walks Mrs. Stone out the door. It is a really fine ass. For a moment I wonder what she would have done. Would she have taken out my prick? Would she have sucked me? I have to find a way to see her again.




The Introduction Ch. 02



I walk out the door of the office and see people leaving. They caress her cheek as they leave. The butler hands me my coat. Morgan Winthrop shakes my hand. Claudette leans towards me and whispers, "I look forward to our next encounter." 

I am outside before I know it. As I get into the town car, which has, been waiting for me I turn to see her standing in the doorway watching me. I catch her eye and she winks at me.

I get into the car. All the way downtown, I feel lost. I've got to have her, but I have to have her my way, on her knees.

Claudette watches as the car with Mitchell Murphy drives away. If they hadn't been interrupted what would she have done? Even she didn't know. She knew that she wanted Mitch. She wanted him her way like Morgan, down on his knees adoring her. She had a feeling that it wasn't going to be as easy as she thought.

She closed the door and called over to James, her butler who was also her right hand man. He followed her into the office. "Find out everything you can about Mitchell Murphy. I want to know what his likes, dislikes and women are all about. I want to know where the chink in his armor is. I want to know how I can get him to bend."

James smiles, "Yes Madam. Mr. Winthrop is up in the bedroom, tied and spread as you requested. Your strap on is on the bed beside him."

"James you may join us in an hour." Claudette says. James grins broadly, "Thank you Madam." He takes her hand and kisses it.

Claudette strokes his face then goes upstairs to Morgan.

I return home and undress. Lying in bed, I replay every moment of my time with Claudette. My dick hardens and I release the hardness from my pajama pants. I stroke my dick up and down faster and faster imagining Claudette's mouth on my cock. I can see her beautiful face and those eyes watching me as I watch her suck.

My hand slick with pre cum strokes up and down. My mind sees her face, her lips those eyes, that ass. I cannot allow this woman to get into my head like this. I cannot allow her to consume my every waking moment. So I decide as I explode that I will take Chloe as my submissive.

Claudette has finished with Morgan who lies spent in the second bedroom. He is still restrained and will remain so. His buttocks and back wear the whip marks. His ass is sore and throbbing from the relentless ass fucking from not only Claudette's strap on, but James big dick.

Claudette turns out the light and goes to her own bedroom. She is still horny. James knows this and crawls into the bedroom behind her. James crawls to the bathroom and runs a shower for her. She enters and he undresses her, folding each item and placing it carefully on a chair in the room.

When she is naked, James tests the water. He helps her into the shower and gets in with her. Claudette stands as he washes her body. He kneels to clean her pussy first with his tongue, thrusting inside of her and then with soap. James washes her beautiful legs, arms and back. 

When he is finished, James gets out the tub and holds the large towel. He helps Claudette out of the tub and dries her body. She stands as he takes the white nightgown hanging behind the door and puts it over her head. The silk slides down her body.  James leads Claudette to her bed. Turning off the lights, he climbs beside her. She lays there as he pulls down the top of her nightgown and starts sucking her nipples. Claudette is silent as he caresses her other breast. She is in a hurry and pushes his head down. James lifts up the nightgown and licks her pussy. She holds his head there as she cums. James keeps licking and Claudette wraps her legs around his head. She forces him into her snatch and he continues eating her pussy. 

Claudette thinks about Mitchell. She thinks how much she wanted him. She had planned to take his dick out. She had planned to squeeze it hard until he fell to his knees. She was naked under her dress and wanted his head to be where James' head was now. She wanted him here in her bed.

James stayed between her legs all night long. He left as the sun was coming up. He quietly cleaned the bathroom and took out Claudette's clothes to be washed and dry-cleaned. Glancing back once to look at the beautiful woman who was his employer and Mistress he grinned. James loved her. They had been together for nearly twenty-five years.  He would do as she asked and find out what made Mitchell Murphy tick.

Saturday morning I went for a run. I was feeling very good. I had gotten a promotion and a substantial raise as well as a few rewards thanks to Claudette's business. I was also going to be speaking with Mrs. Stone and hopefully I could bring her on board.

I had decided to take Chloe on as my submissive. I have a written agreement which I will present to her next week. I've spoken with her and gave her the basics of what I expect. Again, I've cautioned her to think about it and to come next Friday night if she still wants to go ahead with it.

Tonight I have a date with Natalie. Natalie looks a great deal like the actress from the Hunger Games Jennifer Lawrence with those full lips and ample breasts. She has light blonde hair and blue eyes.

I have rented a limousine for the night and arrive at Natalie's Central Park west apartment building. Natalie is head of a construction company. You wouldn't know it by looking at her, but she took over her father's company when he died and turned it into one of the premiere construction companies in New York. We are celebrating my new promotion by going to dinner and a club. 

Natalie is into bondage. She likes being trussed up. She likes being gagged and whipped until she screams, then fucked hard. I pick her up and she is wearing a sexy black Burberry coat. When she gets into the limousine she unbuttons her coat and I see the very sexy spaghetti strapped short dress she has on underneath.

Natalie smiles at me, her eyelashes flutter, "How long until we get to the club." She licks over her very red lipstick. "We don't have time for that now, maybe later." I say and her eyes sparkle.

Dinner starts out at Porterhouse in the Time Warner building, where we eat huge steaks. After a delicious flourless chocolate cake for dessert, we are again in the limo.

We go to the new club, The Lexicon Club. Today is their grand opening. There is press outside, celebrities arriving and all those folks trying to get in.

As soon as the limo pulls up. Bobby the bouncer opens are door. He knows me. I got him this job. He makes it easy for us to go inside not that, we would have to wait anyway, but he makes it easier and personally escorts us to the VIP section. Pink is there, so is Beyonce and Jay Z. Justin with his wife Jessica are also there. I handle the accounts of all of these A-listers and am greeted warmly. I introduce them to Natalie and the evening begins.

Natalie is impressed and gets to dance with Justin. I manage to do a little business. I have a great time and am very relaxed and then she walks into the club. Heads turn as she comes into the VIP section. Beyonce greets her warmly. She is with a young light-skinned black woman about 21 years old with long hair, which I know to be a very good weave.

Claudette sees me and comes over. "Mitchell, it's so nice to see you again." She says and touches my hand. Again, the electricity goes through us.

"Ashley, come over and meet my new business associate, Mitchell Murphy." Her voice is low and even with the loud beat of the music; Ashley hears her and saunters over.

"Mitchell, please meet my daughter Ashley." She says and I gape. She doesn't look old enough to have a daughter this old. Ashley shakes my hand and smiles. I see the resemblance. She's beautiful, but her mother is still more beautiful.

Ashley is spirited away by an up and coming actor. I stand with Claudette watching them. "Want to dance," I yell. She takes my hand and leads me down to the dance floor without another word. As if on cue, the music changes to a slow song. I pull Claudette into my arms and she laughs at my forcefulness.

I hold her in my arms. She fits so good. My dick starts to rise. Claudette leans into me. I smell her perfume. It's very expensive, very French, very lovely. Unexpectedly, I moan. My dick presses into her. I know she can feel it, but she does not react to it. She just dances with me.

I can't breathe, I can't think, I want this woman here and now. As the music gets to its final note, Claudette Casey, the woman of my dreams kisses me.



The Introduction Ch. 03



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The music stops, the people stop, the room stops. Her tongue captures my mouth and swirls around my tongue. I am holding her tightly to me. Our kiss deepens and I take charge now, my tongue in her mouth, my lips pressing hers. I pull her closer and grind my pelvis against her.

She is the first to release. Claudette's eyes are wide. Before we can say anything, her daughter comes up to us. She is holding the hand of a lanky black guy with close-cropped hair. "Mom, wow, you and Mitchell." She says. Claudette's composure is back and she says to Ashley. 'Mitchell and I are becoming friends. Who is your new friend?"

Ashley laughs, "Old friend. This is Michael; we went to high school together. You know his mom, Daphne."

"Oh yes, I can barely hear you. Let's go back upstairs where it is quieter." She starts to go, then turns back, "Mitch, are you coming?"

I wish I think but say, "Not yet, I'm looking for my date." I see Natalie dancing with a very handsome young man who is a client. I watch her. She's having fun so I decide to go back up with Claudette.

Claudette is sitting talking with her daughter and her friend. She has a drink in her hand. I sit down not far from her so I can watch her and she pats the spot next to her. Getting up I cross towards her and sit down. Claudette links her arm in mine and lays her head on my shoulder.

A server asks me if I want a drink, I nod and order a scotch on the rocks. I need a good stiff drink. My mind is a whirl with thoughts. Also how old is this woman? 

Claudette gives permission for Ashley to hang out until three with her friend who promises to get her home. It is now 1:30. Claudette whispers to me. "I'm leaving in a few minutes. Maybe we can have dinner soon."

"How about tomorrow?" I say. She shakes her head. "I'll be back in Connecticut, then I'm leaving for London for my salon opening. I'll be back in three weeks."

"Why did you kiss me?" I ask.

Claudette smiles sweetly at me, "Because you wanted me to. You want me to be one of your little playthings, but that will never happen Mitchell. I'm not that girl. I'm a woman, a grown woman, a grown black woman. I know you want me and I want you, but on my terms just as you want me on yours. We are at an impasse. You can't stop thinking about me and I know I can't stop thinking about you. What shall we do? Think about me while I'm gone and maybe we can play." She stands and so do I. She kisses my cheek and leans close to me, "I want you on your knees licking my pussy. I want to spank you, flog you and whip you. I want to put my tattoo on your ass and collar you. I want you by my side, but I don't think you are ready for me."

Without giving me, a chance to respond Claudette walks away and leaves.

I am standing there stunned. Who does she think she is? I am not looking for a Domme. I am not that guy. She will kneel to me. I will spank her, flog her, and whip her. Then, I will get rid of her. I will never be owned by any woman.

I am angry now and dismiss her from my mind. All this time I wanted her. What a waste of time and energy. But my dick starts to jump, that kiss, those soft lips.

So what, I argue with myself. I go down and get my date. "it's time to go now." Natalie raises an eyebrow as the man dancing with her looks at me. "My date." I say to him and take her hand. I stop to get her coat and help her on with it. 

Natalie holds my arm and kisses my lips as we walk out into the night air and get in the limousine. All thoughts of Claudette fly out of my head as I make out with Natalie all the way home.

Once in my home I tie Natalie up. I have taken lessons in knot tying which started when I was a boy scout and continued as I studied sailing. Soon Natalie is just the way she and I like her restrained, gagged and completely at my mercy. She is tied to a table. I am standing behind her.

I have taken out a paddle and a cane. I start paddling. "SLAP', SLAP, SLAP. I am hitting her ass harder and harder and tears are streaming down Natalie's face. I look for our sign; a raised pinky which tells me I am going too far, but on her face beneath the tears is a smile.

"So you like that you little slut, well let's see how you like the cane." I say and Natalie looks with horror. She doesn't like the cane, but she likes the marks the cane leaves on her legs and buttocks. I clamp her nipples and begin. Each strike of the cane I think of Claudette tied like this and my whipping that brown skin with my cane.

I am whipping Natalie and seeing Claudette. The cane whistles in the air. I show no mercy and as I deliver how many, I don't know I see her pinky rise. I don't want to stop, but I must. Natalie is a pain slut but she has reached her limit. I give her one more hard and stop. I look at what I have done and I am revolted. I have drawn blood, something I never do. 

Taking the gag from her mouth, I start to untie her. Natalie stops me. Choking and crying she says, "No, please let me suck your cock. Leave me like this. I deserve it. Master please."

My mind goes back to Claudette and again I see her bound and my marks across her body. I get on top of the padded table and grab Natalie's hair. Without any preamble, I pull her hair and take her mouth with my cock. I am fucking her mouth and pulling her long hair. She is gagging on my dick, but I don't care. She can barely breathe. I stop and let her have her way. She licks my dick from top to bottom. I lift her head and let her suck on my balls. She sucks them and licks them with her tongue, then back to my dick, she goes.

When Natalie gets to the head of my dick, her mouth forms a perfect O and she holds the head in her mouth vacuuming it and licking the pre cum. Her mouth is heaven and I'm now going to fuck the hell out of it. 

Winding my hands in her hair, she knows what's coming as I push her down until she can't take anymore. I hold her there and bring the cane I still hold down hard on her ass. As she starts to scream, my dick goes past her throat and I cum. I cum hard seeing Claudette just like this.

Natalie is choking on my dick and I lift her up. She swallows and licks up her spillage. I pat her hair and kiss the top of her head. "Very good Nat." Climbing off the table, I untie her and scoop her up. I take her into the bathroom where I have run a bath which is now cool. Gently I place her into the tub. Natalie winces as her ass hits the water and I can see the pink stains of blood.

I massage her arms, legs and shoulders in the water. Natalie leans back onto the pillow in the tub. "Uhm, Mitch, that was exquisite."

"Nat, I'm sorry. I went a bit too far." I say. "No baby." She looks at me, then closes her eyes. "I know you drew blood, but this time there was something animalistic about the way you whipped me. It was as if you didn't care about my pleasure at all and it was surreal. I felt like I had astral projected. I could see you whipping me. I could feel how worked up you were." Natalie opened her eyes.

She grinned, "It's about that black woman isn't it?" I said nothing. Natalie had always been good about reading my moods. "Yep, she's gotten under my skin. She kissed me and it was like electric shock went to my body. She's been driving me crazy since I was introduced to her. I think about her all the time." I hang my head.

Natalie lifts her hand out of the water and lifts my chin. "Mitch, we've been friends for a long time. Why don't you just ask her out?"

"It's complicated. Tonight." I say and start washing Natalie. "She told me she was a Domme."

Natalie raises an eyebrow and laughs, "Ah ha, so the two of you are about control and dominance." Natalie really starts to laugh and I am getting annoyed. I squeeze her pussy lips under the water. She jumps. "I'm sorry Mitch, but you are always in control and maybe you've met your match." She looks up at me through her lashes, "Call her and take her out. Have dinner and talk to her about who you are and what you expect. Maybe the two of you can compromise."

Compromise, I roll the words around in my head. I am not good at compromise. I don't compromise which is why I am not married. Helping Natalie out the tub, I look at the damage I've done. Taking her into the bedroom, Natalie lies on her stomach; I use ointment on her legs and buttocks and then message her limbs so she won't be sore. She's spending the night and I plan to fuck her, but not just yet.

I know what she wants and whisper in her ear, "Are you sure?"

Natalie nods and answers me, "yes, I'm sure especially tonight because when you fuck me it's going to be spectacular. Think about that black bitch and how badly you want her."

I get the whip. Natalie is up on her knees as I begin to whip her back and legs. She turns around and I whip her breasts. She is in heat and when I hit her clit, she screams. Quickly rolling on a condom, I climb onto her body and thrust my dick all the way into her. I think about Claudette and I slam into Natalie. She whispers, "Yes, take me; show me that you are the one in control."

I do not see Natalie only Claudette and I slam into her over and over again. She pulls her legs up so I can get in deep. I grab her legs placing them around my neck and plow into her. I am fucking her with all my strength and her pussy tightens around my dick. I know I am going to cum but I hold back. I keep fucking into her rolling my hips. I am at the edge, but I manage to hold. Natalie is screaming my name and cumming all over my cock, but I still hold on. I do not want this to end. Finally, I reach the point of no return and I cum, throwing my head back and groaning.

I feel as if I'm cumming for hours. I am weak and lay on top of Natalie, who reaches up to stroke my hair. I realize that I want Claudette more now. I want to tame her.

Claudette finds that she cannot sleep. She wanders around her house. Ashley comes in and Claudette looks at her watch, it is 3:16. She hugs her daughter. "Can't sleep mom, thinking about Mitch?"

Claudette grins and kisses Ashley's cheek, "You aren't too old for me to spank you young lady."

Ashley chuckles, "In the playroom or over your lap?" Claudette swats her behind. "Enough sass. Did you have a nice time with Michael?"

"Yes, I did. He's a nice guy, but he isn't getting any of this." Ashley's hand sweeps down her body. "I'm waiting for someone who will treat me like a Queen. I'm looking for my King and it ain't Michael."

"I hear that." Claudette says. "You need to go to bed. We are leaving tomorrow for Connecticut. I want to spend a little time with you before you return to school."

"Are you coming to bed mom?" Ashley says kissing her mother's cheek.

"Not yet, I have a few things to think about and I need to make a phone call to the new salon. You go up to bed. I'll see you in the morning. Breakfast at 9 and we leave at 10:30." Claudette says and goes into her study.

She picks up the phone intending to phone London, but instead she dials my number.

"Hello?" I say sleepily. I look at the clock, who in the hell is calling at 3:25 a.m. Natalie is sound asleep beside me. 

"Mitchell." The voice says. The voice does not ask, just says my name. It is Claudette.

"Claudette." I say. 

"I'm sorry to awaken you, but you were on my mind. When I return from London we should have dinner alone at my house and talk about things." Her voice is low and soft. "I meant what I said to you. I want you to be by my side."

"Claudette, hold on." I say and gently get out of bed. The cordless phone in my hand, I leave the bedroom and go into the living room. Sitting on the couch I say, "I'm not a submissive. I have submissives. I won't be on my knees to you or anyone else." 

She laughs, "Yes, you will eventually and you'll enjoy being there. You are a very strong man, but you and I both know that you want me. I am a very strong woman and I want you. I will do everything in my power to show you that you belong to me. We will be quite a team."

"Lady, you're crazy." I say. She's getting on my nerves. "I have a few things to do in the morning so I'll say goodnight."

Claudette sighs, "Dinner when I get back?" She asks.

"We will see." I say annoyed.

"Don't pout Mitchell. You are not a child. I'm sorry I called so late." Her voice was like honey, smooth, "I liked kissing you. Go back to that young thing in your bed. Also, I sent you a gift to give to Marvin. I'm sorry you lost your bet." She says and hangs up.

'How in the fuck did she know about that?" I say. I'm too wound up to get back into bed and go into the kitchen. I drink some grape juice and sit there thinking about this conversation. If Claudette Casey thinks she's going to turn me into her submissive, she's got another thing coming. 

I sit for a few more minutes then return to bed and Natalie who is sound asleep. I lay there still annoyed then fall into a deep sleep. I dream of Claudette using the cane on me.

Sunday afternoon when I wake up Natalie and I have very good 'vanilla' sex. After we shower and dress we go out to a neighborhood diner for brunch. 

After brunch, I put Natalie into a taxi and send her back uptown to her home. I have work to do and I want to get in a workout. At the gym with my trainer Nikolai, I workout for an hour and a half and then go for a swim. My body is lean, my abs tight. I take very good care of myself.

After my workout, I return home and get to work. It is eight and I haven't eaten dinner. I've been going over Claudette's portfolio. This is one very smart woman. I notice that she owns 1/3 stock in Morgan Winthrop's company. I can only imagine how she secured that.

She also owns a nice share of stock in a fortune 500 company called Steel Inc. which manufactures steel beams. Her own company CC Inc. is privately owned and doing very well. She's very wealthy and has invested wisely. I am impressed. My job is to make even better investments for her and make her the wealthiest woman on the planet that is her goal.

I have some ideas and I make a note. I'll speak to Robert on Monday and we'll set up a plan. There is a knock at my door and I open it to find my doorman with a box wrapped in silver foil. Removing the foil, I see it is the $5,000 bottle of champagne with a note. 

Dearest Mitchell:

Please give this bottle to Marvin. Until you agree to be on your knees servicing me, you'll lose every bet. I want you to belong to me. I want you to be my last and permanent submissive. I want to take you to heights you've never known possible. I want you and I will get you. I always get what I want and I know you want me.

I will see you soon my pet and we can begin.

C.

I tear the note to shreds. What a bitch! She just thinks that I'll be her little pet. She'll be mine. It's on Ms. Claudette Casey and may the best dominant win!

That night in bed, I sleep like a rock and drift off thinking about caning Claudette.

In the morning, I walk into Marvin's office and give him the Champagne and an IOU for the Superbowl tickets. He laughs, "See I told you. She's a black woman of a certain age and she isn't going to fall for your nonsense. I looked her up on Wikipedia and I know she's 43. She's quite a looker. I hear she has a 19 year old. What's she like?"

I frown, "Frustrating as hell."

Marvin laughs, "That's a black woman for you. This is why I go the other way and date white chicks. They are pliable. No offense to my sista's but when I want to be put in check I go home to my mama. When I am ready to settle down though, I am marrying a black woman."

"Why is that?" I ask.

"Because," Marvin says standing and putting his arm around my shoulder, "A black woman's pussy is the sweetest thing. Because I want little black babies running around and because my mama would kill me if I brought some white woman into her house. I wish you good luck with Ms. Casey." He slaps me on the back, "thanks for the champagne. By the way, when are you seeing her again?"

"Why do you ask?" I say.

"Because I want to make another wager and I have something I really need?" Marvin says with a sly look on his face.

"And what is that?" I ask.

"I need a new car." He chuckles.

I just walk out, Marvin's laughter ringing in my ear. For the next three weeks, I am very busy with work. Stephanie Stone signs up as a client of mine as does her wife, Anna and her husband Brian. When Mrs. Stone walks in I want to pepper her with questions about Claudette, but I know that I can't. It would be unprofessional to say the least, but also I'm sure she would tell Claudette I've been asking about her that would give Claudette great pleasure.

I get my promotion and a substantial raise. My perks include travel in the private plane, a week at the company's villa in the Bahamas and a company car. I decline the company car and instead ask for a week at the company's apartment in London. I live in New York and don't need a car on a daily basis. My contract is signed and I am a happy man.

I haven't had sex in three weeks that is a record for me. Work has been nearly a 24-hour job. It's tax time and I have a great deal of work to do. I come home around midnight and leave at six thirty to walk to work by six forty-five. I am exhausted. I work on Saturdays from nine until four, go to the gym then eat dinner and work at home until I fall asleep.

Sunday is my only real day off, but even then I work at home. I will be glad when this is over. I haven't thought about Claudette, haven't thought about anyone. 

I am at work finishing up the last of bit of work before we are closed for a three day weekend when my cell rings. Normally during working hours it would be on vibrate, but today I forgot. "Mitch here." I snap.

"Hello Mitchell, are you free for dinner tomorrow night. I know you have a three day weekend. I thought maybe we could have a lovely dinner at my house. " It was her and all the feelings I've been having came flooding back. 

"I'm really busy. I'll have to get back to you." I couldn't even say her name. 

"Please say yes. I have a few surprises planned." She purred.

"I'll call you later." I said and hung up. Damn it to hell. I tried to dismiss her from my mind, but I couldn't. It took Robert coming into the office asking for the report I was ¾ finished to bring me back to my senses. 

I finished work. At five o'clock the office was closed. Food and drink was brought in and everyone celebrated. Bonuses were given out and mine was very substantial. We got bonuses for Christmas, but also in April because everyone worked their asses off. We were also given gifts. This year, the entire office from the janitor on up got an iPad. Most of the staff got a 32gb, but for me it was a 64gb. I had last year's model and would pass it on usually giving it to a teenager who didn't have one and buying a few more. I was a mentor to a young man named Evan and he would be the recipient of my last year iPad after it had been wiped clean. He was a great kid, a junior in high school and an B+ student who was willing to work hard and learn the business. He lived in the Douglas Housing Project on 103rd street and Columbus Avenue. I had been mentoring him since his freshmen year and I really liked this young boy. 

He came every day after school and worked in the office doing whatever he was asked. Other VP's were mentors, and their mentees worked hard but Evan is the one that when he graduates high school, our firm will pay for his college and offer him a job when he graduates. This is a very hard working young man.

It was 8:30 and the party was going full swing. I was having my third glass of champagne when I saw her. What the hell was she doing here? Her daughter Ashley was with her. When Evan saw Ashley his jaw dropped. I leaned over to him, "She's way out of your league boy." I say and he drops his head. "She's beautiful. Is that her sister?" He says.




The Introduction Ch. 03



"No her mother." I say and I am beginning to think that perhaps Claudette is out of my league.

Robert falls all over himself to greet Claudette. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting your party. I just came to speak to Mitchell." Her voice is smooth. Robert brings her over to where I am standing with Evan beside me.

Evan says "Hello" to Ashley who smiles pleasantly at him. Poor boy I think, he's a goner. I'll have to pick up the pieces of his broken heart.

Claudette comes over to me and takes my arm leading me away from the others. "You were very rude to me on the phone. I don't like rude. If you don't want to have dinner with me then that's fine and we can forget it, but please don't be rude." She sounded hurt and angry at the same time.

"I apologize. I was in the middle of finishing up some work before the end of the day so I could come to this festivity. " I change the subject, "How was London?"

"Rainy. So do you or do you not want to have dinner with me tomorrow night? I have a schedule to arrange and I need to know." She has her hand on her hip.

I raise an eyebrow, "If it means that much to you, sure. What time shall I be there?"

"Don't do me any favors." She says.

I turn to her. I know she's pissed at me and I'm still pissed at her. I really take a good look at Claudette. She looks hot in a yellow flower print dress that highlights her skin tones with a red raincoat that is opened and some killer red Louboutin 6 inch heels. 

"I'm sorry, I've had a bit to drink. I'd love to have dinner with you. Will Ashley be there?" I ask hoping not.

"No, Ashley is spending the evening out." She gazes at me and I see her soften a little, "Dinner is at 8, be there at 7. Wear some relaxed clothing. It's informal." Claudette turns, goes to Ashley who is speaking with Evan, takes her hand and they leave.

I go over to Evan. He looks dejected. "So you didn't ask her out did you?"

He nodded. I put my hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"She told me I was too young, too black and could not offer her the life she wanted. She shot me down bad." His head hung low.

I try not to laugh and my mentoring skills come out, "Just give it another five years -- She may just change her mind or regret she said that."

Evan sighs, but smiles and we go back to the party.

I am very drunk as I walk back home from the office. I make sure that Evan, who is a minor and cannot drink still gets a cab ride uptown. I slip him my iPad and a thousand dollars in cash as my gift to him. I know this boy, he will give it to his mama for extra groceries or for his two brothers and sister.

My cell phone rings, "A very drunk Mitch here." I say laughing as I stand waiting for the elevator to take me home. "Mitch, it's Chloe, did you think about taking me on as your submissive?"

Her voice sounds so seductive. I get into the elevator. "Baby if we get cut off, phone me back." I say and as the elevator door closes we get cut off.

As I step into my apartment, the phone rings again. "Chloe baby, sweet, sweet Chloe. You wanna get on your knees for me." I say answering the phone. Chloe giggles, "Mitch you're drunk and yes Master I want to suck that cock on my knees. I want you to do whatever you want to do to me. "

I drop my keys. "I want to whip that ass baby. I want to make it hurt." I am so tore up. "I want to control you and make you do nasty things."

"Can I come over now?" She asks hopefully.

"No baby." I say. I may be drunk, but I'm not that drunk. I still haven't decided if I want to take her on. "Go to bed. I'll call you tomorrow after I get up. Stay sweet."

I hang up the phone and manage to undress. Buck-naked I get under the covers and pass out.

Saturday morning I wake up and go for a run. I clear my head as I run along the running track in Battery Park city. I think about my dinner tonight with Claudette and how she just showed up yesterday. I think about Chloe and how very much I could use her as my submissive, I just wish she had some experience. I am her only experience and I am thinking of having someone join us.

By the time I get back home my head is clear. I shower, have some lunch and do some work soon it is time for me to leave for my dinner date with Claudette. I am a bit anxious. I wonder what will happen after she gets me alone.

I take a cab up to her house and James the butler answers the door. He leads me into the foyer and I sit and wait. I hear high heels coming down the steps and stand and turn to see Claudette dressed in a long gossamer looking dress with a slit up the front. She looks stunning as always, her curly hair held on one side by a pin in the shape of a butterfly. She isn't wearing stockings and I see those long honey colored legs, bare and naked. I want to kiss her legs right up to her crotch and then some.

Claudette comes up to me and I look down at her. We don't speak as she runs her hand up my face to stroke it. "hello" her voice drips with promise.

"Hey there. We are having dinner. I'm hungry." I say, but the reality is I don't want food. I want her and I know she wants me.

She throws back her head and laughs. "Drink? Then dinner and after I have a surprise for you." She says. I smile down at her. James returns and takes our drink orders. She is having a glass of Pinot Grigeo and I decide to join her.

With our glasses of white wine we sit on the sofa talking. She asks me about my life, about my friends, about my work and we talk. I relax more. My dick is staying patient and hopeful for the events that may take place later.

James returns and announces dinner is served. It is a warm night out and we are led to the garden behind the house. It is dinner for two outside with candles and the scent of jasmine in the air. Very romantic dinner of shrimp and steak with baby vegetables; more wine and dessert is a delicious berry tart.

"What's it like to be a billionaire?" I ask. She laughs, "I have more freedom and can buy all the shoes my heart can take." I love hearing her laughter. It's like chimes. God I want her, but not as her slave, not as her submissive. I want her as mine. 

"Mitchell, I have a surprise for you. I hope you like it and then we will play if you want." She looks at me mischievously.

"Claudette what have you done and what are you up too?" I ask warily.

She chuckles and bites her lip. "Come, upstairs." She stands and takes my hand and leads me up the stairs to a room which I at first I think is her bedroom, but she says. "This is my playroom and I have a good surprise for you. I hope you and I can enjoy it."

Claudette places her manicured hand on the doorknob and turns it. She opens the door and I step in. My mouth drops, Samantha is tied to the bed while Morgan is tied to a bench. "Surprise." Claudette says and looks at me a wicked glint in her eyes. "Let's play." She says and I follow her inside as she closes the door.



The Introduction Ch. 04



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Samantha gazes up at me, her eyes wide. "Bitch, put those eyes back down before I take them out of their sockets." Claudette says and picks up a crop and hits Samantha hard on her back. Samantha groans and lowers her eyes. 

I'm a bit speechless, but walk inside the room. "How long have they been tied like this?" I ask.

Claudette chuckles, "Not long. They had dinner and then James did the honors." She walks up to me and squeezes my dick through my pants. "So who do you want to start with, the billionaire or the slut!"

"What do you expect me to do with Morgan. I don't go that way." I say.

"I will fuck him if you let him suck your cock." She purrs at me and starts to unzip my pants.

I stop her. Walking up to Samantha I stroke her face. She moans. I then slap her hard. Her eyes widen and tear, but she doesn't cry. "You should have told me you were going to be here." I say sternly. She bows her head ashamed.

Claudette comes up to me and strokes my arm. She kisses my neck, "now Mitchell, I told her not to say anything. Who do you think she would obey?" She croons.

Grabbing her I pull her to me and unzip her dress. She laughs. I start kissing her and tugging down the dress to find her in only garter belt and stockings. She slips off her heels and begins stroking herself. "is this what you want first Mitchell." She teases as she puts one finger inside her pussy, then takes it out and holds it up for me to taste.

Morgan has lifted his head up and I glare at him, "Keep those fucking eyes down. " I say and Claudette looks at me. "Please Mitchell play with me."

Before Claudette can react I grab her and pull her over to the bed. Sitting down I take her over my knee and start spanking her lovely, honey colored butt. She is struggling and cursing me, but I keep hitting her. 

I am angry, but I want her. "You've been a prick teasing bitch for months now. Tonight, it's about me. You're going to do what I want." SLAP! Slap! My hands spank her butt and she squirms.

"Mitchell, stop this now! Ouch!" Claudette says, "you son of a bitch, I will make you pay for this! Damn it stop Mitchell."

I keep wailing away at her ass. I look up and Morgan is smirking at me. "Don't worry Mr. Billionaire, you will get yours before this night is over. "

Still holding on to Claudette I turn to Samantha, "And that goes double for you my dear." 

I stop spanking and feel between her legs, she is soaking wet. I thrust two fingers inside of her and she groans, "Bastard!"

I chuckle and fuck her with my fingers. She is close as I take them out and hold them for her to lick. She tries turning her head and I grab her face. Opening her mouth she sucks on my fingers. I feel her very warm butt then throw her off my lap. 

I rip open my pants and take out my very hard cock. Grabbing Claudette's head I pull her onto my dick. Her lips are closed. "If you don't suck I will not only put you back over my knee, but I will use one of the many toys you have in this room to turn your lovely brown ass from pink to red to scarlet. So Miss Claudette my dick or my hand?"

She rolls her eyes and opens her mouth. "If you bite me, I will whip you."

She starts to suck. OMG is all I can think. Her mouth is like heaven. She's really good, better than I ever dreamed. I have to concentrate on work to keep from cuming. 

Morgan can't help but watch. He is giving me dagger eyes. I watch Claudette and she is making love to my dick. I grin at him and dig my hands into her curly hair and grab hold and start fucking her face, my eyes on Morgan. I fuck Claudette's face and feel my sperm rising. This is going to be an explosive cum. "You have teased me long enough. I'm going to cum in your mouth and you will swallow it all. If you drip any I will fuck your ass all night long."

Claudette's mind was on overdrive. God his cock tasted wonderful, but he is such an ass. She was angry, horny and thinking about her revenge all at the same time. Her cheeks reddened as she thought about Morgan and Samantha watching this. They would think her weak, but she would show them she was not.

My cock twitches. I groan and throw back my head as my cum first spurts, then explodes into Claudette's mouth. I've never cum so hard or so fast. I hold her head down on my dick as she chokes, but keeps swallowing. Finally, I release her when I'm sure she's gotten every drop. I fall back onto the bed and she continues to lick and clean me.

It is a moment before I can sit up. Her mouth is like a vacuum and I enjoyed every moment of this. I undress and bend down to kiss Claudette gently on the lips. She doesn't return my kiss or look at me. I reach out and turn her head. I can see the defiance in her eyes. I haven't beaten her, just wounded her. I've won the battle, but she has let me know I've not won the war. 

Getting up I go and find a spreader bar. "Claudette, get on the bed." I order.

She's one strong woman and stays on the floor. I see a whip hanging up and take it. I swing and strike her on the back. She groans, but does not cry out. "Don't make me tell you again." I say even more sternly.

Climbing up on the bed next to Samantha, Claudette can't look at her. A small smile plays on Samantha's lips. So even the high and mighty diva Claudette wasn't immune to Mitchell's charms. Samantha felt a sense of pride. She knew Mitch's power and she loved him in her way.

I proceed to use the whip on Claudette, abusing her breasts and stomach. She cries, tears stream down her face as I whip her. I order her to turn over and she does. She has not been whipped in many years, she has been too busy whipping others. So I make this one count and whip her very attractive ass; turning it from pink to red until she begs me to stop.

I stop and show her the spreader bar. She grits her teeth, but doesn't fight me as I cuff her legs and arms to the bar. I smile looking at my beautiful Claudette spread open to me like my favorite Christmas gift. She is helpless and open, but still fighting it. Looking around I see Morgan watching me. I go over to him. His dick is hard and he looks in pain. Untying him I ask, "You want to fuck her?"

Morgan nods and I can see the fear in his eyes. He is too afraid of me to speak. "Go for it."

Morgan is surprised and raises an eyebrow. "I said fuck her." I repeat and a smile takes over his entire face. He brings his dick to Claudette's pussy. Grinning down at her, she turns her head, tears prick her eyes.

"Bitch, look at me!" Morgan orders and Claudette's head snaps back.

"I know you're going to find your revenge, but tonight, I'm going to fuck you raw." With that Morgan rears back and slams his dick into her pussy. The wind is knocked out of Claudette. Morgan grabs her hips starts fucking Claudette as if this were his last pussy on earth. 

I watch for a few moments then look over at Samantha who is licking her lips. I begin to whip her ass, at first slowly, then speeding up. She moans, groans, begs and cries as I beat her ass. "Your allegiance is to me." I say as I continue whipping her.

"yes Master, to you." She cries, the tears streaming as I continue to whip her ass. When I am tired I stoop and feel her very red ass. It is hot, but my dick has risen and now I want in Claudette.

Morgan is still fucking her. He is also treating her like is whore, talking to her as if she were nothing. I stop him.

"Don't talk to her like that. You are nothing, you are now mine also. I don't usually do this, but you deserve this. Pull out and get on your knees and suck my cock." 

Morgan stops fucking and hesitates. I pick up the whip and start beating his ass. He starts fucking back into Claudette, but I tell him, , "Stop it! Pull out and suck my dick now!"

Morgan does as he asks and gets on his knees. As he begins to suck I continue whipping him. I whip Morgan the billionaire until he is crying. "You will never speak to her that way. You are her slave. You are nothing. Under me, she is your mistress.

You can stop sucking me now. Go to Samantha and eat her pussy."

Morgan obeys as I look at Claudette whose eyes are now closed. I kneel down and begin licking her pussy. Claudette can't help herself and starts moving her hips. She wants to wrap her legs around his head, but can't, she wants to grab his head and pull him inside of her, but she can't, she wants to grind his face in her pussy but she can't. She admits to herself that he is good.

I know she cant' cum like this and I have the power. Claudette is like me, the control is her power and right now I am in control. I know that I can make her cum with my dick. 

Standing I thrust into Claudette. In her mind, Claudette is thinking how good his dick feels It's much bigger than Morgan's and fits her pussy like a glove. "God, Mitchell!" she groans.

I hit her butt, "I am your master, say it."

Claudette bites her lip. "Never!"

I fuck into her. She groans, "Fuck me!"

"Fuck me what?" I yell at her. She says nothing. 

Claudette is one stubborn woman. I pull all the way out, then slam back in. She moans, but says nothing.

Flipping her over to her stomach, I pick up a paddle and begin paddling her ass. Claudette can feel her resolve fading. "Please Mitchell, please stop." She begs.

"You aren't listening to me. You may call me sir or Master." I say, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I paddle her. Claudette is crying again. 

Samantha screams out her orgasm. I had forgotten about them. "Keep sucking her." I order while I continue paddling Claudette. All I keep thinking is, come on baby submit. 

Claudette refuses. She is sobbing, "Please stop!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "you are one stubborn woman." I say. I refuse to let her go until she does. Looking around the room I see some lube and massage it into my dick Claudette's ass. I slide my finger into her ass and start fucking in and out. She knows what I am about to do as I slide another finger in.

"Mitchell no!" Claudette looks back in horror.

I ignore her. I don't want to hurt her and just put the head in. I ease some more of my dick in and can feel her tighten. Grabbing her hips I move more of my dick into this very tight ass. It's so tight, it's painful, but I want it. Claudette closes her eyes and I slam in. She can't help but scream and the sound is like music to my ears. I don't notice that she has passed out. All I know is I'm fucking Claudette's ass. 

The feeling is exquisite. Her ass around my cock feels so good and I keep fucking into her. Claudette wakes up and moans. All her thoughts are on the dick fucking her ass. His big dick feels so good, but she'll never let him know that. His dick in her pussy was made for her, but she'll never let on. Mitch has to pay for this.

In the end it is all to much and I cum, spewing all of my semen into her ass which milks me dry. I am exhausted and satisfied sexually, but I know I haven't won. She still refuses to acknowledge that I am her master. 

Samantha has cum again, while Morgan is still licking. Looking over I order him to stop and pull his head over to clean my dick and Claudette's ass. He doesn't hesitate to obey.

I untie Samantha and smack her on her already sore ass, "Get dressed and go home. I will speak to you in a few days. "

Samantha gets dressed and leaves without another word or a look back.

Returning to Morgan who is cleaning out Claudette's ass I flip her over and push Morgan into her pussy where he licks and munches on her beautiful clit. I can see that she really wants to come so I take Claudette's legs out of the spreader bar and she wraps her legs around Morgan's head as I untie her hands and bend down to kiss her. She cums screaming into my mouth.

When she is done, she looks at Morgan and says, "Get dressed and get the fuck out."

He gets up but not before she sees the look of triumph in his eyes. She would make him pay too.

I hold her for a moment in my arms, but Claudette refuses to look at me. I stroke her breast and take a nipple into my mouth. Claudette pushes me away and sits up on the bed. "This isn't over." She says standing.

I pull her back down on top of me and attempt to kiss her, "I know, but it will be. You will think about me, dream about me and want me. But I won't touch you again until you call me Master and submit."

Claudette pulls away, "You think you're all that! I've had better and I will never call you that nor will I ever submit. You won this round, but the war is mine!"

Claudette gets up, goes to the bathroom and puts on a robe, "You may leave."

I sigh and watch her leave the playroom. Getting dressed I know this isn't over, but boy it was fun.

Claudette is in a rage. She hears Mitchell leaving the house. "James, get your ass in here now!" She yells at the top of her lungs. She could've used the intercom, but she is so angry that she wants to scream.

James climbs the steps two at a time. "Madam how may I serve you?"

"First run me a bath, then go into the playroom." She barks at him. He runs to obey her.

In the playroom James takes off his clothes. James bends over the spanking bench as Claudette enters. She picks up a flogger and begins to flog James all the while talking mainly to herself, "Who the fuck does he think he? He thinks he's in control. What did he mean fucking me in the ass and allowing Morgan to fuck me. I saw the look on Morgan's face. I'm going to get you Mitchell. I'm going to make you fucking pay Mitchell Murphy."

Exhausted Claudette drops the flogger. James his back and buttocks marked and bleeding slightly. Gets up and goes to her. Claudette is sobbing and holds on to him. "I'm sorry if I hurt you James."

James holds her, "That's what I'm here for Madam. Come let me clean up and then I will give you a bath."

She nods. She returns to her bedroom and gets undressed. James returns a few minutes later. He is wearing dressed in a tee shirt and sweat pants.

Claudette is sitting on the chaise Her face is vacant, her mascara has run, she looks defeated. James has seen this before. It will take a few days to get her out of this mood, but when she is done feeling sorry for herself, Claudette would have a plan and woe to Mr. Murphy. 

Helping her up, James leads Claudette to the bathroom where he washes and takes care of his Mistress as if she were a child. After her bath he dries her then lifts her into his arms and puts her into bed. He leaves for a few minutes then brings her a cup of jasmine tea and her favorite macaroons. 

She sips the tea and eats several of the coconut macaroons. Like a small child she slides down into the bed. James kisses her forehead and turns off the light.

"James." She whispers into the dark as he takes the cup. 

"yes Madam." He answers.

"Thank you." She says in a soft gentle voice.

He smiles, "You're always welcome."

"Good night."

"Good night and sleep well. It will all be all right."

She doesn't say more, but falls into a deep sleep.

James washes the cup. Picking up the telephone he makes a call, "I think she's met her match All hell is going to break loose and she'll need you. We need to stop her before she takes it too far. I have the disk and will watch it later. I'll send you a copy."

The voice on the other end said "Thank you." It was a female voice.

James hung up, went to his room, undressed and took out the disc. He watched everything that had gone on in the playroom and as he watched he stroked himself. When he saw Mitchell take Claudette's ass he came.

I arrive back home and think about this night. I wonder what will happen next. Her pussy was so tight. Her lips so soft. That ass, was the best. All I could think about was her and I wanted to call her, but I knew she would see it as weakness. I loved her defiant nature. I loved that she fought me, but she also enjoyed me.

I know that and she knows that. I wanted her more than I had before.

As I get into bed I wonder what the next time would be like or if there would be a next time. Closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep, I see Claudette kneeling at my feet, I have a collar around her neck and am holding her leash. In my sleep, I smile. 

In the morning I make the decision that I will not say anything about what happened between Claudette and I when I return to work. I really want this to be private. I admire this woman and just want her as mine. 

I am interrupted in my day by a phone call from Chloe asking if she can see me. I say no. I want to spend tonight alone. I go for a run and go see a movie; Johnny Depp in his sixth pirate movie. It's enjoyable.

Ashley comes home to find her mother still in bed at three o'clock in the afternoon and Ashley knows something is wrong. She enters Claudette's bedroom and opens the blinds.

Claudette blinks and opens her eyes. "Momma, what's the matter? How did it go with Mitch last night?" Ashley asks sitting on the bed.

Claudette doesn't answer her questions, "Please tell James to make me some eggs Benedict, and toast."

"I will." Ashley takes a closer look, "Mom, what's the matter? You look as if you've been crying."

"it's nothing. I'll be up soon. Tell James and then come and have brunch with me."

Ashley gets up. She knows better than to ask questions when Claudette is in this mood. But she will find out. She knows where James keeps the disks. He doesn't know that she knows the combination to the safe, he also doesn't know that she knows that he has made them and that she has seen all of them. She'll find out what is going on and see what has made her mother so upset. Then she will do something about it.

The next day after James had gone out to run errands and her mother had gone to her salon, Ashley removed the disk. She had a second one. She copied the disk then replaced the original.

In the privacy of her room with the door locked, she undressed. As the scene began to play out, Ashley could see the look on her mother's eyes, she could see the lust and Ashley pushed two fingers, then a third into her pussy. 

She saw how masterful Mitch handled her mother and she wanted to be on her knees sucking Mitch's cock. She envisioned herself licking it and sucking it. She also wanted to be in the spreader bar and she would never admit it, but she wanted Claudette to worship her pussy. She wondered what her mother's pussy tasted like and wanted to taste it. She blushed as the thought of that. It was incest and she would never do it, but she could suck Mitchell's dick after it had been in her mother's pussy.

"Hmm" she said, licking her lips as she watched Morgan eating Claudette's pussy. She came as she saw Mitchell slam his cock into her mother's ass. She wanted Mitchell's cock in her virgin ass. She wanted Mitchell.



The Introduction Ch. 05



I wake up with a hard on that will not quit and call Chloe who rushes over. Before I can barely unlock the door, Chloe is on her knees sucking my dick. I fuck her face as I think about my time with Claudette. I cannot wait for the next time.

I spend the entire day except for eating and showering using Chloe. I fuck all her holes and end the night with her bound to the bed her face pressed on my dick and she sucks me asleep. In the morning, Chloe sucks me awake and I untie her. 

For three days, Claudette's plots her revenge. Her first victim will be Morgan. He needs to remember his place and his loyalty. Morgan has a gay assistant named Jason and Claudette plans to use him in her revenge.

To the outside world, Morgan is this virile man, but to Claudette he is her slave. She learned many years ago that Morgan wanted to submit. He liked to submit, but only in private. In public, he always appeared to be in charge. In addition, his work place was off limits for any kind of sexual activity.

She waited until two hours before a big meeting. The sky was blue and clear. Claudette strode out of her Rolls Royce with a purpose. Marching into the building with James at her side, Claudette rode up to the top floor of the office building owned by the Winthrop Corporation. 

The receptionist greeted her. "Shall I call Mr. Morgan and let him know you're here Mrs. Casey?"

Claudette smiled, "No, he's expecting me."

The girl learned long ago not to question Claudette. Claudette strode into the office. People stopped working to look at her. She ignored them all. She stopped in front of Jason who looked up surprised. "How may I help you Ms. Casey?" He asked looking puzzled. She usually phoned him before she showed up.

Claudette grinned at him. "If you want a raise and a bonus, come with me."

Jason, who had brown hair and eyes, stood over six feet and was wearing a pair of Armani gray pants with a red sweater stood up. Claudette opened the door to Morgan's office. Morgan was sitting at his desk, his secretary, an older woman named Sharon who had been with Morgan since the beginning of his career was going over papers with him. 

Sharon looked up to see Claudette, James and Jason standing in the doorway. She moved out the way to let Morgan see who had come in the room.

Morgan frowned as Claudette strode in and closed the door. "Claudette my dear, how nice to see you. I have a meeting soon and I need to prepare. I can give you a few minutes." He said smiling.

Claudette looked at Sharon. "Get undressed Sharon." Sharon's mouth fell open. 

Claudette laughed. "If you want to keep your job you'll take off your clothes."

Sharon looked at Morgan who stood. He was angry and walked towards Claudette, "What the hell are you up to?" He growled.

Claudette chuckled and withdrew a small flogger from her purse. "Get on your fucking knees you shit!"

Jason raised an eyebrow as he watched Morgan and Sharon decide if they would obey.

"Jason." Claudette said, her voice dripping with honey, "Please lock the door."

Jason hurried to obey as Claudette turned to Sharon, "I'm going to give you to the count of ten to take off all those damn clothes or you are fired. I know in the past you've fucked him, so now you'll get to do it again."

Sharon blushed scarlet. She started to unzip her skirt. Morgan stopped her. Claudette looked at Sharon, "Would you like Kurt to know? How about Hope or maybe Sean?"

Kurt was Sharon's husband and Hope and Sean her kids. Sharon looked over at Morgan and began to undress again. Morgan got up close to Claudette, James moved forward. Morgan stopped; he had just noticed James standing there.

Throwing up his hands, Morgan knew he was defeated. This was her way of making him pay for the night with Mitchell. "Claudette, do you have to do this here? This is my office. These are my employees." His face reddened.

Claudette ignored his question. "Get your fucking clothes off Morgan." She ordered.

Sharon went to close the blinds. She was naked except for her panties, garter belt, stockings, and heels.

"Leave those damn blinds open." Claudette ordered as she sat down on the sofa in the room. 

"Jason." She crooned. "Come here dear." Jason walked over to Claudette and sat down next to her.

Claudette looked at Morgan who was now naked, his dick limp. His face red with humiliation. She smirked, "That puny little cock will be up very soon." Turning to Jason Claudette asks, "How would you like your boss to suck your cock?"

Claudette ran her hand across Jason's tented pants. His dick was very much at attention. Jason turned beet red and said nothing, his dick had answered for him.

Expertly, Claudette undid his fly as Jason just sat there. Turning to Morgan, she ordered him to his knees. He glared at her but obeyed. Fishing out Jason's cock, her eyes lit up. This was more than she hoped for. Jason's cock was at least 10 inches and thick. She grinned evilly at Morgan who knew he was in for it. Morgan cursed Mitchell Murphy.

Claudette motioned for Morgan to come forward. He crawled, his humiliation showing all over his face. Claudette cupped his face in her hands. She brought her face very close to his. "We have about an hour and a half until your meeting. If you want to make it then you will do as I say or I will have Jason here open the door and all your employees can see you naked."

Morgan hung his head. Claudette continued, "Jason here is to be given a check for ten thousand dollars and a ten thousand dollar a year raise for his silence. You can give Sharon whatever you wish. You will not fire either since they are loyal employees. Understand?" She asked pinching his face between her fingers.

Morgan nodded. Claudette slapped him across the face hard. He knew why and said, "Yes Mistress I understand."

Jason's cock was nearly ready to explode as he watched Claudette handle the high and mighty Morgan Winthrop. 

"Start sucking Morgan and you." She said to Jason, "I want you to fuck his face and fuck it hard."

Jason grinned at her, "Yes...Mistress." Claudette smiled and patted his head, "Good boy."

Jason took Morgan's head and plunged his cock into his boss's mouth. He fucked in and out using Morgan's mouth. Claudette watched pleased.

She looked at Sharon who was standing naked. "Get on your knees and lick Morgan's ass."

Sharon got on her knees and crawled to Morgan. She began licking his ass. 

James stood by watching. Claudette would fuck him later. He was there for two purposes, to view the humiliation of Morgan and to protect Claudette. 

Claudette stopped Jason from cuming in Morgan's mouth. She ordered him to take off his pants and sit in Morgan's chair that James moved closer to the window... There was an office building across the street. If anyone were looking, they would see everything.

Morgan looked with horror at Claudette who grinned. "Go sit on the boy's lap and take it in your ass."

Morgan refused. James came up to him. Morgan begged, "Please Claudette, um, Mistress, I'm sorry."

Claudette said, "So you're sorry. Well before you get fucked you will stand in front of that window."

Morgan walked towards the window. "Put your hands on the window and don't move." 

Morgan did as he was told. Claudette took the flogger and began flogging Morgan as the others looked on. She whipped his back, buttocks and legs leaving marks. Morgan's dick began to rise as his tears began to fall. 

Claudette was beating him and enjoying it. James realized that she needed to stop and he stopped her by taking the flogger from her hands. Gratefully she looked at him, "Thank you James. I was getting carried away." She whispered so only he could hear. 

Gathering herself, she orders Morgan onto Jason's cock. Jason spit into his hands to lube his dick, Morgan's butt is dry as he slides down the long thick cock of his assistant. 

Claudette notices the cum stains on the window. Morgan had cum from his beating. She stood in front of him. "Who told you, you could come you worm?"

Morgan his humiliation complete muttered, "I'm sorry Mistress."

"When Jason is finished with you, you will clean this up with your tongue. Then you can get dressed." She moved closer, "To show you I'm not entirely cruel, Sharon will suck your cock until you come. You better hurry. You only have forty-five minutes until your meeting."

Sharon knelt down and began licking and sucking Morgan's cock as Morgan bounced up and down on Jason's big dick. Jason was in heaven and he looked gratefully up at Claudette. She bent down and whispered, "You are now my gay boy and will do what I ask anytime, anyplace. You will also keep all of this to yourself."

He nodded and said, "thank you. Yes Mistress I will do what you ask and I won't' tell anyone." 

Claudette asked James for her cell phone. He handed it to her and she took a picture of Sharon, Morgan and Jason. Morgan glared at her. She smirked, "Security." She kissed the top of Jason's head, "You may come any time you're ready. Enjoy."

And with that, she turned and left the office with James closing the door behind her. This victory was hers, now for Samantha.

Morgan had to admit to himself that he was enjoying the feel of Jason's prick up his ass. He would use the boy again, of that he was quite sure.

He stroked Sharon's hair as she sucked his cock. It had been a very long time since she had done this for him. Now he would make sure she did it every day. She was quite good at it. He could feel Jason about to cum and gripped his dick with the muscles of his ass.

Jason screamed as he came in Morgan's ass and Morgan groaned as he came in Sharon's mouth. Sharon was the only one who had not cum and she was very frustrated. Morgan ordered her over to the couch where he slipped to the floor and crawled between her legs. He licked and sucked her pussy until she came screaming in his mouth.

Jason went into the bathroom, washed up and got dressed. He looked at his watch. It was five minutes until the meeting that luckily was in the conference room.

"Mr. Winthrop, the meeting is in five minutes. I'll delay for as long as I can." He said not looking at Morgan. Jason left and went to the conference room closing the door behind him.

Morgan rose to his feet. He was back in boss mode. "Sharon, wash up and get dressed. Go to the conference and delay them until I get there."

Sharon did as she was told. Morgan stood naked in front of the window. He knew that someone had seen him. He had a thrill running through his body from knowing someone was watching. He saw the cum stains on the window. No one was here so he could really just wipe it off, but it wouldn't surprise him if Claudette had his room bugged so checking the door to make sure it was locked, Morgan Winthrop III, one of the richest men in the world licked his semen from the window. When he was certain he had gotten it all, he wiped the window and closed the blinds. Going into the bathroom, he put on a clean shirt and underclothes and a new suit.

He would have the cleaning crew come in and clean his office. It smelled like sex. He went to find Jason to tell him to do just that and then on to his meeting.

Later that evening as he was sitting at his desk he thought about everything that had occurred. He had been angry, but it also had been exciting. Claudette always knew how to spruce things up. Picking up the phone, he calls his wife, Honey. "I'm coming home in fifteen, be naked." He hung up. Just the thought of Claudette made his dick hard and Honey would be sucking it tonight. He chuckled. He walked out the office. Jason was packing his briefcase to go home. He handed him a check and Jason smiled.

Morgan looked at him, "Tomorrow I want you sucking my cock first thing in the morning." He said and walked out without looking back.

Jason grinned.

Claudette knew that Morgan would get over his anger quickly. He was always up for something new. But a part of him would know that his employees knew that he was her submissive and that gave her leverage and more power over him. 

For the first time in a long time, I arrived late for work. Chloe sucked me off in the shower before I spanked her and left for work. She went home to change and I'm sure her ass was still sore.

Although I had fun with her, I was still thinking about Claudette. I got to work and the day went by swiftly. Before going home my mind wandered to her and I called her house. James told me she was busy and he hung up. 

I tried for three more days and got the same response. The fourth day I called her and she answered.

"Hell Claudette, how are you? Did you get the flowers I sent?" I asked thinking of her beautiful ass.

"Mitchell, yes I received the lovely flowers. Thank you." She said coolly. "What can I do for you?" She asked.

"I just wanted to see how you were and to say, no hard feelings."

"Hard feelings? About what?" She asked.

"Claudette let's talk about what happened the other night. I don't want you angry with me and you were angry with me."

"Mitchell that was all fun and games. We should do it again. Look, I've got to run, but we'll see each other real soon." She hung up.

A shiver went through my body and I knew she was still angry with me despite her bravado. I wanted to see her again.

Claudette hung up the phone with Mitch. She banged her computer keys, how dare he think sending some damn bouquet of flowers would assuage her anger.

She looked at the flowers that were on her desk. They were beautiful. It was the note that got her really ticked off all over again. It said:

Let's do it again.

Master Mitchell.

If he thought, she would ever call him master he was sadly mistaken. She was planning something really special for him, something he would not forget. It would take a little time, she was still learning his weaknesses, but Claudette smiled as she thought of him on his knees worshiping her. Her collar around his neck, his eyes lowered and a whip in her hand.

Dismissing Mitch from her mind, she went back to work, but her panties were wet as her last thought were of him licking her pussy and fucking her ass. She shook these thoughts off as she went back to the task at hand, but later that night in bed, she stroked herself. Claudette licked her lips, as she could still taste Mitchell's dick in her mouth. She hated him and wanted him all at the same time.

James made the phone call. "She got her revenge on Morgan today. I'm sure he'll be contrite when she seems him on Saturday."

The female voice at the other end laughed, "I'm sure he'll be surprised to see me."

"Yes he will. When are you arriving?" James asked.

She moaned, "To the left Jackson, keep sucking my clit like that. I'm ready." She spoke into the phone, "Sorry James but Jackson was missing the mark, he will be punished later for that."

"How's Desiree?" James asked.

"She's sucking his dick and then she'll join him sucking my pussy." The voice said and then moaned with pleasure.

"Are they coming with you?" James asked.

"Just Desiree. She is looking forward to seeing you. I believe you owe her a nice deep throat fucking." The voice chuckled.

James thought of Desiree with her beautiful full lips. He was looking forward to see her. It had been a long time. "Yes, I can't wait. She will be happy to see you."

"Maybe, maybe not. But she needs my help with that Mitchell person. I watched the DVD and he's quite the man or so he thinks. To make this work, she needs me too. Thank you for your loyalty. You may tell her tomorrow that I'm coming for a visit."

"Yes Miss Monica, I will let your sister know that you and Desiree will be staying with us."

On the other end of the phone, Monica Casey smiled and hung up the phone.

Ashley is allowing Michael to worship her pussy. His tongue is in deep and he is fucking her with it back and forth. Her thoughts however are on Mitch and how she is planning to become his slave.

All she can think about is being on his knees and sucking his dick. Over and over again, she has replayed the DVD until she knows every move by heart. She wants Mitch more than she has ever wanted anyone. 

As Michael eats her pussy in his one bedroom apartment, Ashley sees Mitchell beating her with the crop or his hand. She sees him forcing her to take his big dick in her mouth. She pulls on Michael's hair, pulling him deeper into her crotch. Michael licks her clit. He has wanted to do this for a very long time, but she would never let him. Now here he was enjoying her. He hoped she would let him fuck her, but he knew she wouldn't.

Ashley was still a virgin. She was waiting for marriage or at the very least an engagement ring before she let some man fuck her. If he ate her right and made her cum, maybe she would blow him or give him a hand job, so Michael kept eating her.

As Ashley came, she thought of Mitch and how she would worship his cock.

Monica Casey- Harris stretched as Jackson finished sucking her pussy and got up to make breakfast. Jackson was her 'house man'. He took care of her 10,000 square foot house in Beverly Hills, California and he took care of her. Monica was Claudette's younger sister -- younger by 10 years. She was an actress and was waiting to see if she would be cast in Stephanie's Stone new movie based on the John Grisham book, the Racketeer. She really wanted this movie. She needed it. Her last two films had been bombs and she needed this hit.

Whereas Claudette was beautiful, Monica was sexy as hell. She was known as the black Angelina Jolie -- a title she hated. Why couldn't Ms. Jolie be the white Monica Casey she grumbled? She was 5'7" with long light brown hair and green eyes. 

Desiree entered the room with the dress she would be wearing for her meeting with Dominic LaCosta, Miss Stone's partner. She knew he was a Dom and was looking forward to meeting him. She heard he had recently married his sub and they had a baby girl, as she went into the bathroom she wondered if he might still want to play.

Desiree was her slave, her best friend and her confidant. They had been together since High School. Desiree was Puerto Rican with long blonde hair, light olive skin and luscious full lips. Men flocked around her, but her heart and her pussy as well as the rest of her only belonged to Monica.

Desiree ran the bath for Monica and helped her into the tub. They talked as Desiree washed her. "How are you feeling about this meeting?"

"I want this role. It has been a long time since I've seen something this good. I need this. "Monica said leaning back in the tub.

Desiree washed her left leg that was slung over the side of the tub. She washed it slowly and with care. After rinsing, the soap off, Desiree took Monica's big toe in her mouth. Monica moaned, "Keep licking my feet."

Desiree licked up the instep and Monica groaned, 'yes baby like that." She giggled as Desiree did it again. Desiree kept licking and sucking Monica's wet feet until Monica reluctantly said, 'You need to stop. I have a meeting with Dominic and need to get dressed. Monica sat up and grasped Desiree's face pulling her in for a kiss. "We'll continue later."

"Yes Mistress." Desiree said looking at Monica's breasts. 

Monica chuckled, "Okay. You get five minutes to nipple licking then I have to get out."

Desiree beamed grateful for the opportunity and started sucking the wet nipples.

Monica was only fifteen minutes late for her meeting with Dominic. She was very impressed with him and was glad for the tight fitting, low cut very short dress she was wearing. She shook his hand and held it for just a minute too long. Monica then sat down and crossed her legs.

She was quite the beauty, Dominic thought as he sat across from her. She is flirting with me already. She must really want this part.

They had lunch and chatted for an hour and a half. At the end of the meeting, Dominic assured her that the part was hers. Across the table, Monica ran her finger across the back of Dominic's hand. She smiled slyly at him and raised an eyebrow.




The Introduction Ch. 05



Dominic took both of her hands in his. "I'd love to play with you, but my wife made me promise before I left New York that I could only play if she were involved. So alas my dear that's not going to happen."

Monica pouted, then brightened up. He had not said no and his wife was a real looker, so she smiled. "Next time." He escorted Monica to her car and kissed her cheek in a fatherly manner.

When Dominic was back in his hotel room, he called Stephanie. "Contract should be signed in a few days we got her."

Stephanie was very pleased. She and Basil would light up the screen.

In New York, I really want to see Claudette, but I can't think of one excuse to find a way to see her again. When I return home, I find a bottle of champagne along with a note, which reads.

Round One -- Mitchell Murphy

The War -- Claudette

I will never submit to you -- enjoy your victory

C.

I chuckle. So she was thinking of me too. I spend the night in bed alone. Was winning more important to me than being with Claudette? I knew that I would never submit to her, but I also knew that I wanted her. There had to be a compromise somewhere and as I fall asleep, I am frustrated because I cannot think of one. 

Claudette was plotting her revenge. She would deal with Samantha next. Morgan had sent her three dozen roses and a diamond bracelet from Harry Winston. Jason had sent her a gardenia plant and a thank you note. She put the plant in her bedroom. She now had another ally and would put him to good use.

The telephone rang and she picked it up. "Hello sister." The silky voice of Monica came over the line.

Claudette frowned. "Hello. What's up?"

"I'm coming to New York. I am going to meet Stephanie Stone. I've been signed to her new movie." 

Claudette ground her teeth. She did not need Monica coming to New York now. 

"I won't stay with you. I am renting a house. Look" Monica said seriously, "We need to talk. I have not seen my niece in five years. We are sisters. Let's leave the past behind and start fresh. I miss you."

Claudette melted, "I miss you too. We can start again, but none of your tricks Monica. I am warning you. As far as Ashley is concerned tell that slave of yours she is off limits."

Monica chuckled and pulled Desiree's head tighter into her pussy, "Desiree wouldn't dare go after Ashley, but I'll tell her just to keep you happy. I'll see you in a week."

"See you then." Claudette hung up the phone. Damn Monica's coming here. What the hell. I have to give a heads up to Ashley and James.

Claudette lay in bed thinking about her sister, the beautiful actress coming here. She would make damn sure that Monica did not meet Mitch. Why? Her quiet inner voice spoke. You know the answer to that. If Mitch saw Monica, he would want her. Everyone wanted her and...the quiet voice said why would you care?

Claudette turned to her side, "I care because I want Mitch to be mine." She said it aloud and realized she had said it. She was having feelings for Mitchell Murphy and she didn't want to. As she lay in the dark, she suddenly smiled. She knew how to get her revenge.

Away at college, Ashley was in bed once again thinking about Mitchell. Her mother had phoned and told her that her Aunt Monica was coming to New York. She hadn't seen her aunt in a very long time. They talked on the phone occasionally, but her aunt and her mom had a falling out so she had not seen Monica in five years.

Ashley wanted Monica's help. As she touched herself, she knew that Monica would help her get Mitch and as she fell asleep, Ashley smiled with the knowledge that she would be Mitchell Murphy's slave with her aunt's help.

I get up to go to the bathroom and then return to bed. This time in my sleep, I dream of licking between those beautiful black thighs again. I think I'm falling in love -- for the first time.



The Introduction Ch. 06



©2013 angelface195 all rights reserved

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When I awaken in the morning, I am trying to think of a way to see Claudette. I would just like to have dinner with her and talk to her. She's still pissed off at me, I am sure, but I think a part of her really wants me. At least I hope so.

I go through my workday with very few interruptions and I complete the project I have been working on by the end of the day. I have been trying very hard not to think about Claudette. At six, the phone rings in my office. "Mitch here." I say slightly detached from the phone call. I am reviewing some figures.

"Hello Mr. Murphy." A very soft female voice says.

"Who is this?" I ask. I don't recognize the voice.

"It's Ashley, Claudette's daughter." She says her voice very quiet.

I am intrigued, "What can I do for you Ms. Ashley?"

Ashley wanted to say, 'fuck me', but instead, she says, "Mr. Murphy, would you have lunch with me tomorrow?"

I sit up straighter in my chair, my interest piqued. "Why do you want to have lunch with me?

"I'd rather not say, I have something to discuss with you...It's about my mother." Ashley says seriously.

"Are you free on Friday?" I ask, checking my calendar.

"Yes, after twelve thirty." She says cheerily.

"Then one it is." I say and give her the address of a sushi restaurant not too far away from the office, but far enough so that no one will see us. Until I know what this is about, I want to make sure that Claudette does not find out that I am seeing her daughter.

After she hangs up the phone, Ashley spends part of the afternoon masturbating and thinking about Mitch. She slides two fingers into her pussy and starts to move in and out. She is still frustrated so she goes into the drawer in the nightstand and takes out her vibrator. "That's much better." She says aloud. "Mitch, fuck me. Fuck me with your big white cock." She moans. She can see herself on her knees sucking Mitch's cock and she loves how he feels. When she has cum several times, she phones her mother. "Mom I'm coming home this weekend. I'll see you Friday afternoon." Ashley says leaving a message on the answering machine.

Monica Casey arrives in New York on Thursday evening. A reporter recognizes her at the airport and takes a few pictures. She smiles obligingly as Desiree goes to retrieve the bags and find the chauffeur they have hired for their time in New York. She has rented a five-bedroom penthouse apartment near where her sister lives on 66th street and Park Avenue. 

In the limousine, Monica leans back on the leather seat. She opens her legs and says, "Eat".

Desiree goes to put up the privacy window, but Monica stops her. Her face reddens, but Desiree gets on her knees. As usual, Monica is not wearing panties; her pussy is dripping with need. She doesn't know why she is so horny but she feels as if she might cum the moment Desiree latches her mouth onto Monica's pussy.

Desiree knows just how Monica likes to be eaten especially when she knows that the driver is watching. He is trying not to look but Monica is so noisy he can't help hearing.

"Yes that's the way to do it. Lick me there. Flick that clit. Bite it." Monica says very loudly and pulls Desiree's face tighter into her pussy.

The driver, a man named Sam has a boner and wishes he could pull over and fuck that pretty little Latina. He cannot believe how lucky he is to be driving Ms. Monica Casey. He's heard she's a wild one. He would love to tell this story, but he has signed a non-disclosure agreement that he would not breathe a word to anyone about anything that happened with Ms. Casey. 

Sam sighed and kept driving, trying not to pay attention to the screaming of Ms. Casey as she came in the mouth of Desiree.

When they arrived at the apartment building, both women were seated looking beautiful. Sam opened the door and Monica winked at him. He blushed. Desiree narrowed her eyes, "Remember you signed an NDA and I will sue you if you ever say anything."

Sam responded, his voice low so only she could hear, "Miss I would never say anything. I am a fan of Ms. Casey and I value my job. I have a wife who will take care of my hard dick when I get home."

Desiree smiles and whispers in his ear, "If you're a good boy, before we leave, maybe I'll give you something to remember me by. We will see you tomorrow at ten."

She turns and walks away as the building's staff come out to get the bags.

Sam watches her butt, it was spectacular and he hoped she would keep her promise. When he arrives home, he takes his wife, Cynthia into the bedroom, strips her of her clothes and eats her pussy. He then proceeds to fuck her bringing her to three orgasms that night. 

In the morning, Cynthia cooks him his favorite breakfast and sucks his cock. Something she has not done in five years.

I work all week and have almost forgotten about lunch with Ashley when I receive a phone call from her on Thursday reminding me that we were having lunch the next day. 

On Friday, I leave the office at 12:45 and take the short walk to the restaurant. She is there already looking very much like her mother with a short skirt that showed her shapely legs. How nice it was to be 19 I think as I enter the restaurant.

Easing into my seat across from her, I can see how nervous she is. Ashley smiles shyly at me and my dick does a little jump. Down boy! I admonish, this is the daughter of the woman I'm falling for so behave yourself.

"Hello Ashley. You look very nice today. I was surprised by your phone call. What is this about your mother?" I ask. 

Ashley bites her lip. I think of biting her lip. My dick jumps again and I warn it to be quiet. The server arrives and hands us a menu. My dick calms down as we order.

"My mother is planning revenge on you for the other day. What did you do to her?" Ashley says knowing full well what Mitch did to her mother, fucked her really good! Her panties are wet as she remembers the DVD.

I blush at my memory. I can't wait to have Claudette again, but I do not want Ashley to know I spanked and dominated her mother and thrust my cock into her sweet pussy. Damn, my dick jumped. "You're mother and I had a disagreement. What have you heard?"

Ashley looks me straight in my eyes and says, "She has already gotten her revenge on Morgan and she's going after Samantha next. If she's really mad at you, she's going to hurt you badly. The other two are just warm-ups." Ashley moves her hand to cover mine. I pull my hand back.

"Why do you care? Your mother and I are grown-ups."I say. Ashley lowers her eyes and I see her looking at me through her lashes.

She pulls her hand back. She starts to speak but the server arrives with our food. Picking up her chopsticks, she spears a piece of sushi in it and goes to put it into her mouth, but stops. In a soft voice, she says to me, "I really like you Mitch and I don't want my mother to hurt you. She can be a real vindictive bitch when she wants to be."

I am flattered that she cares. "Don't call your mother a bitch, Ashley. I can take care of myself. I've tried to talk to Claudette, but she won't talk to me." 

Leaning closer I whisper to her, "I care about your mother a great deal and I want to make amends."

Ashley looks at me and I can see her thinking, "My aunt, Monica is coming into town. She will help make things right. I will talk to her and introduce you to her. She is the only one that can get my mother to calm down when she's like this."

I ponder this for a moment. "Okay, let's do this. I really want to get back on your mother's good side."

Ashley smiles at me. "You'll like my Aunt. She is beautiful and talented. She came yesterday and I am going to see her after I leave you. She and I will talk about this and I know she will help."

We finish our lunch and I ask her about school. She's beautiful, bright and young, very young. I don't want her getting any ideas, so I say to her. "I hope to have a relationship with your mother, if she'll let me. I want to spend time with her and get to know her. She's already special to me."

Ashley nods and says, "I hope so too. I think it would be nice for mother to have someone to be with. It's been a long time before she had someone special."

"What about Morgan?" I ask paying the check.

"He's just one of her..." She hesitates and then says, "Men that she goes out with. Nothing special. He is rich and does what she wants him to do, but she does not love him. "

I walk out with her and hail her a cab. Ashley kisses my cheek and I watch as she slides in the cab and look at her long legs. I could really get into trouble with her.

"I'll call you and make an appointment for you to meet my Aunt." Ashley says and I close the car door.

Walking back to my office I think about what Ashley had said how Claudette wanted revenge. I didn't want to get into war with her. I just wanted her to know that I was in control and I would not be her little bitch.

I go home and spend time with myself just thinking, watching television. I go to bed early and think about Claudette. I am hoping Ashley will help.

In the taxi, Ashley takes out her cell phone. "Hey Aunty" She says as Monica answers.

"Hey baby girl. I can't wait to see you." Monica is delighted to hear her niece's voice. 

"Can I come over? I have something to discuss with you." Ashley asks hopefully.

"Sure, let me give you the address. It's only a few blocks away from your house." Monica says and gives Ashley the address after which she says, 'I'll let the concierge know you're coming up. Is it something serious?"

"It's a problem which I would like you to help me solve, and..." Ashley hesitates, then says, "Please don't tell mom."

"It must be about a guy." Monica says. 

Ashley doesn't answer. "I'll be there in twenty minutes. Thanks Aunty."

On her way to her Aunt's house Ashley couldn't contain herself. Her pussy was wet as she reviewed every moment she spent with Mitch. When she arrived at the apartment building, Ashley was immediately sent up to her Aunt's penthouse apartment.

She threw herself into Monica's arms. "I have missed you so much Aunty. I'm so glad you're here."

Monica held Ashley at arm's length looking her over as Desiree asked her if she wanted something to drink.

Ashley asked for lemonade and Desiree went to get it as Monica took Ashley's hand and pulled her over to the couch. They sat down. 

They chatted about Claudette and school for a while, then Monica raised an eyebrow and said, "Enough chit chat, tell me about the man you're interested in and how I can help you get him kneeling at your feet.

Ashley blushed, "Aunty, I want to kneel at his feet. I want to be his submissive. I adore him."

Monica raised an eyebrow. "I see..." 

"Tell me about this man." Monica said and Ashley told her at Mitch. She told her about the DVD and about what he had done to Claudette.

Monica asked to see the DVD and Ashley retrieved it from her purse. "Make an appointment for me to meet this Mitch and then we will decide what to do." 

Seriously she said to Ashley, "Not a word to your mother and don't tell her you've been here. I am coming over tonight, so act surprised. You had better go home so I can get ready. Don't worry; I'll make sure you get what you want."

Ashley looked down at her hands, "He's in love with mother, Monica. He really loves her. What chance do I have against my own mother?"

Monica lifts Ashley's chin and looks into her eyes, "You are beautiful, my darling niece and if you want him, then you can have him. I will take care of your mother. Go home and we will talk later. Make an appointment for him to meet the movie star." Monica laughs and pats Ashley's hand, "It will all work out, I promise."

Monica stands and so does Ashley, she leads her niece to the door, "Remember that I am always here for you. I will see you tonight." Monica kisses her cheek as Ashley smiles and leaves.

As soon as she is gone, Desiree comes into the room. Monica picks up the DVD and says, "Before I go to my sister's house, let's go into the bedroom and watch this -- I think it's going to be hot!"

Desiree smiles, turns and goes into the bedroom Monica following.

I get a phone call from Ashley saying that her Aunt is in town and wants to meet me to talk about Claudette. I agree to meet them at the office the following Monday. I want everyone to see the beautiful Monica Casey and maybe I can get her business.

I spend Friday night and Saturday with Chloe. I take out all my frustrations on her beautiful body by flogging her and making her beg for my dick. I fuck her throat until it is nearly raw and take her ass. She begs for more. Saturday morning. She makes me a delicious breakfast of crepes with strawberries and whipped cream.

She serves me on her knees and I feed her from my plate. I smear whip cream on my dick and she sucks me dry. After breakfast, I take Chloe into the bedroom and cane her ass for my pleasure. She has a ball gag in her mouth and tears are running from her eyes. Her ass is red and when I touch it, she flinches.

Taking my very hard dick in my hand, I shove it inside of her and she scream because I am brutal. I grab her hair and pull her head back as I fuck inside of her. Chloe takes it all. A part of me feels bad. I like Chloe, but I could never love her. I am in love more each day with Claudette and want to get to know her. I love that she fights me and I love that she wants to own me and knows I will never be owned by her or anyone. I will get her to submit and I will own her that I am sure of.

I fuck Chloe and wish it were Claudette. I take Chloe out for the rest of the day. We go shopping and to a museum for an exhibit on clothes of the 20's. We end the day with dinner at an upscale Italian restaurant. I send her home in a taxi and spend the night at home alone watching television and trying hard not to think of Claudette.

Monica breezes into Claudette's house looking fabulous as always in a white and black blocked dress designed by Nicole Miller. She and Claudette air kiss and she is led into her sister's house, Desiree behind her.

Desiree gets an icy greeting and a warning glare from Claudette but she ignores it and greets her warmly. James on seeing Desiree blushes and she pecks his cheek, "I hope we get to spend some time together." She purrs. 

He grins, "You can count on it, Madame has given me permission to take you into the playroom tomorrow night if your Mistress gives you the night off."

Ashley comes downs the stairs and acting surprised greets her Aunt warmly. In the living room, the two sisters and Ashley sit and talk while Desiree goes with James to help with dinner.

"My niece has really grown up and sister you look beautiful as always." Gushes Monica.

"You are the beautiful one, my actress sister." Claudette says a smile on her lips. "It's been a long time and I have to admit." She raises an eyebrow, "I have missed you."

Monica holds out her hand, "I'm sorry for everything. I don't want us to fight. I will be here for a while so I want us to get along. I am going to be in The Racketeer with the singer Basil. Stephanie Stone is a friend of yours yes?"

Claudette nods, "Yes a very good friend. You will like working with her. I have heard she really is good at getting actors to do their best work. Just behave yourself and you should be fine. I'm thinking that you need this."

Monica closes her eyes, then opens them again slowly, "Yes." She sighs, "I need this. My last two movies were dogs. This could put me back on top."

Desiree enters the room and informs everyone that dinner is ready. Claudette with the help of James has made all her sister's favorites; smothered pork chops, collard greens, rice and peas and for dessert, peach cobbler.

Monica grins broadly, as she sees the meal spread out before her. "It's been a long time since I've had your cooking. Thank you."

Claudette hugs her and whispers, "I really have missed you and I'm glad you're here. It's the least I can do."

Everyone including James and Desiree sit at the table. The food is passed around and enjoyed. The atmosphere is light. Ashley looks at her Aunt and Monica winks at her.

Later, Ashley manages to bring Monica alone to her room. "Did you see the DVD?" She whispers.

Monica says loudly so that Claudette can hear, "I want to take you shopping. I haven't spoiled you in a long time." Then she whispers, "yes and it was hot! Mitch is quite the looker. Are you sure you want him as a master."

Ashley nods, holding her breath. "Then you shall have him. Desiree will learn everything about him and we will get him for you."

"What about mother?" Ashley asks. "I don't want her angry with me."

"She is pretty pissed at him right now. I will help you work all of this out. Let me take care of your mother. Did you call Mitch?" Monica asks sitting down on the red chair in Ashley's room.

"Yes and we have an appointment at his office on Monday. I told him that you and I would help him with mother." Ashley sits down on the bed.

"Good. So let's get back downstairs and I will have a plan by Monday." Monica says standing. 

Ashley hugs her tightly. "Thank you Aunty. I really love him."

After Monica has gone home, Claudette sits with Ashley, "Did you and your Aunt have a nice talk?"

"Yes, I'm happy to see her." Ashley says taking out her nightclothes.

"What did you talk about?" Claudette asks.

"Nothing much just about going shopping and her new movie role." Ashley says as she begins to undress for bed.

Claudette watches her and thinks of what a beautiful child she has raised. Ashley's body is flawless and she finds herself getting a little wet as she sees her daughter's nakedness. Ashley is beautiful, she thinks and some lucky man will one day be in possession of all that or maybe dominated by all of that and she smiles at that. 

After she has put on her nightgown, Ashley combs out her hair. She can feel her mother's eye's on her. Claudette gets up and picks up the brush. Slowly and gently, she begins brushing her daughter's hair. "I miss doing this. I used to do your hair all the time."

Ashley laughs, "I remember. I always liked you brushing my hair like that." 

Ashley sighs, "I'm glad that you and Aunty made up. I want to spend time with her. I have a week before I return to school. Please mama, may I spend the night with her?"

Claudette frowns. "Yes, but only tomorrow night because Desiree will be here with James. I don't want you to spend the night when Desiree is there."

Ashley doesn't ask why, she knows why. Desiree told Monica and Claudette over heard that she couldn't wait until Ashley turned 18 and she could get at her pussy; that was what caused the fight and it escalated from there.

Claudette put down the brush and kissed her daughter's cheek goodnight.

In her room, Claudette put the final touches on her revenge for Samantha, which would take place tomorrow night, and unknowingly, Desiree would be a part of it. Claudette could kill two birds with one stone. She chuckled and now Ashley would be out of the house and she could have this whole night her way. The plan was coming together.

James came into her room. He knelt next to the chaise she was lying on. Claudette opened her legs and James kissed her feet. He sucked on her toes and moved upward, taking his time. Claudette played with her pussy watching him. When he got to her pussy lips, he stopped and looked up. She withdrew her hand from her cunt and brought it to his lips. Immediately he opened his mouth and sucked on her finger.

Claudette grabbed his hair and pulled it towards her pussy. James just smelled until she ordered, "Lick me my slave. Lick me."

James licked. He did not suck; he just licked and lapped as he had been ordered while she told him her plan. He understood it all. Poor Samantha, poor Desiree. She knew he would comply, what she didn't know is that James had called Monica. He wanted her to get rid of Mitch. Claudette was his. Mitchell wanted her of that he was sure. All the other men who had come and gone were nothing, but with Mitch, it was different. Claudette was different with him. She could fall in love with him and James did not want that. It would change the control between them and he would have to submit to Mitchell.




The Introduction Ch. 06



Claudette pulled his head inside of her and ordered, "Finish me."

James went crazy, licking and lapping. He sucked on her large clit and munched on her pussy. He loved the taste and smell of Claudette's pussy. He enjoyed himself. This was what he lived for and Mitchell Murphy would not interfere with it. He adored Claudette, he loved her and she would always be his.

As Claudette found her release with James mouth on her pussy she screamed out the name, "Mitchell, yes eat me like that."

James heard her and knew that he had done the right thing by calling Monica.

Monday morning and I arrive at my office. I am nervous. Time ticks by slowly, and I am having a hard time concentrating. Finally, my assistant announces with surprise and awe that Monica Casey is on her way to my office.

I am dressed in my best suit, a Brioni and I look my best. Opening the door to my office, I watch all eyes turn as this breathtakingly beautiful woman walks towards me with Ashley in toe.

I find that although she is beautiful she is still not as stunning as her sister. Other men may think so, but not me. I know for damn sure that I love Claudette and these two women will help me make her mine!



The Introduction Ch. 07



Chapter 7 -- Samantha gets hers

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I have not seen Samantha since we were at Claudette's but she has phoned me. It seems as if Claudette was leaving her out of her plan for revenge.

Boy, I was wrong.

Samantha is walking home from the subway. It is about 9 pm and she's feeling very good. She has won a case and been given a very nice raise. She also has plans to see me later in the week. As she starts to walk up the steps to the brownstone she lives in, two men approach her asking for directions. 

As Samantha starts to talk, a third man comes up behind her. Grabbing her, the man stabs her in the neck with a syringe. She slumps down. 

When she is awakened, she is on a dirty mattress in a room with blacked out windows. Samantha is naked and cold. 

A tall black man walks into the room. He has an iPad with him. Without saying a word, he presses on the iPad and Samantha sees Claudette's face. "Betrayal is something I will not tolerate. Enjoy your evening. You will wake up in your own bed after a very long night." Claudette smiles sweetly and then disappears.

The black man strips in front of her and Samantha lets out a gasp as she sees the biggest cock she has ever seen it is about 13 inches long and thick. The man grins at her and then opens the door.

Ten men step in, all naked, all black. Samantha groans. It is going to be a very long night.

The men all take turns with Samantha using every part of her body. The first man, with the big dicks fucks her three times more in her pussy, her ass and her mouth. He chokes her into unconsciousness with his big dick. He opens her pussy again even after all the other men have deposited their semen inside her she feels him.

When he takes her ass, she passes out again from the pain. Once more, he uses her ass. Samantha is weak. She has cum repeatedly and has to admit that she has enjoyed herself.

The first man takes her into the center of the room and all the other men stand around her. They all piss on her. "You are one dirty white bitch." Says the first man who until now hasn't spoken a word.

From the open door another man, a white man comes into the room dragging a hose with him. All the men step away as this man turns on the hose. A blast of water knocks Samantha backward as she is cleaned.

The first man goes behind her and again stabs her with a needle he has hidden under the pillow she was lying on.

She passes out. The men all leave the room as the big black man puts on his clothes, wraps Samantha in a blanket and carries her to the van where they place her inside.

Samantha wakes up the next afternoon in her own bed. She is sore. Reaching down to feel her pussy she finds fresh sperm, someone fucked her while she was unconscious.

She lies in bed for a while, tears falling from her face. I phone her about our date and she tells me she can't make it. Something in her voice makes me know that something is wrong.

"Sam, what happened?"

She falls apart on the phone, crying and talking incoherently. "Sam, I'll be right over."

I have keys to Sam's apartment and let myself in. She is still lying in bed, weeping. Gathering her in my arms, I hold her. She cries for quite some time. Finally she stops, her chest still moving up and down as she tries to calm. After an hour, she starts to speak...

I am horrified. How could Claudette do this? What did she do to Morgan? Finally my thought shifts to, what does she have planned for me?"

It is now more imperative than ever for me to meet with Monica and Ashley to find a way to get through to Claudette and stop her before this all gets out of hand.

I lay Samantha back down in the bed and run her a bath. I also fix her some food and feed her. Lifting her out of bed I take her into the bathroom set her down on the commode and undress her. She has bruises on her body and bite marks from where the men nipped her neck and breasts. 

She starts to tremble and I can see the tears beginning again. Bending down I kiss her hands. She speaks but it is more to herself than to me, "Mitch, the fact is I enjoyed it. I enjoyed these men taking me. I enjoyed them raping my ass and my mouth. There was one with the biggest dick. After everyone else had fucked me, he fucked me and his dick felt like an iron bar inside me."

She looked into my eyes and then lowered her eyes to stare at her fingers, "I loved that dick, especially when he took my ass. I passed out, but when I came too I could feel it almost splitting me in half and he plowed on as if he owned me. My body was like a puppet and his dick was the puppeteer. I believe it was he that fucked me when I was unconscious. I'm sore."

Picking her up, I placed her into the hot tub. She winced as her sore pussy hit the water. She rested her head on the back of the tub. Her hair getting wet. I had forgotten to put it up so I stood and went into her bedroom where I found a hair tie.  

When I returned tears were slowly rolling down her eyes, "the only part which really hurt me was when they all pissed on me, I felt like a cheap whore. Claudette got what she wanted. She always does." Her eyes widen and she looks at me, "Mitch, please be careful because your next. She already has gotten her revenge on Morgan. I heard through the grapevine that she went to his office and his assistant was in on the act. She will do whatever to hurt you."

"Stay away from her Sam. I'll deal with Claudette." I say and really mean it.

Samantha shakes her head, "I can't. When she calls, I have to come. She knows that. I owe her for all that I am. She is angry with me, but she will get over it. It's you, I bet she has feelings for you and that makes her double dangerous. You made her submit. She does not do that. She's real dangerous."

I nod. I plan to be on my guard with Claudette. I do not want this to turn into a war.

I spend the rest of the day and most of the night with Samantha. I take care of her. I manage to get her to laugh at a movie and I know she is going to be all right. I make her promise to go to the doctor and get checked out. 

I am sure that Claudette wouldn't want her to be infected with anything. She doesn't hate Samantha just wanted to get even, but I will ask her.

I go home that night with my thoughts on Claudette and the revenge she has planned for me. I am going to do everything possible to change her mind.

Claudette has the DVD of Samantha's rape and watches it with James. "The little slut enjoyed the entire thing. What a whore! I should pimp her out. Look at how she's licking that dick; it's as if she's worshiping it. Look at her face. She's in heaven."

James isn't looking at the DVD, he is looking at Claudette and the joy she is having from watching it. Sliding off the couch where he is sitting he begins kissing her feet. Claudette opens her legs and he slides between them. She has on panties today and he presses his nose to them sniffing her scent.

"Get on with it. This is making me hot! Look at the bitch moving her ass on that big dick as the other one fucks her pussy. Her face is in heaven."

Sliding down Claudette's panties, James hungrily begins to munch and eat her snatch. He is in heaven here. This is where he always wants to be between Claudette's thighs.

She holds his head and chuckles, "You really are very hungry dear James. Go at it and then again. You will stay here until I'm satisfied which might be a while because seeing Samantha like this is making my juices flow."

James munched on Claudette's pussy as he thought about the revenge she was starting to plan for Mitch. 'This should get rid of him.' James thought as he licked and sucked her pussy. He had been on contract with Monica and they had decided that it was in their best interest to get Mitch out of Claudette's life as swiftly as possible Monica had a plan and just told him it involved Ashley.

Monica Casey was getting a massage from a strapping 6'3 masseuse whose penis was almost as long as he was. As he massaged her back, Monica messaged his dick while Desiree ate his ass. The young man had really only come up to do his job, but when he saw Monica Casey his dick got hard. 

Monica saw it tenting up and she knew it was a monster. She just had to see it. With very little persuasion the young man whose name was, Alex unleashed the monster. Monica yelled for Desiree whose eyes grew wide at the sight. They decided to have some fun.

Not all of the young man would fit into Monica's pussy, but Desiree took it all down to the base. Alex took in a deep breath as Desiree took him inch by inch. It was the first time a woman had taken all of him. She had fucked him to exhaustion while the beautiful Monica case watched.

Monica had opened her beautiful shaved pussy and Alex dived in to eat her out. He was not great, but his eagerness overcame his lack of skill and soon Monica was cumming as was Alex. For Desiree it felt as if a river had overflowed into her pussy. He came so hard as if it had been stored up for years.

Desiree had chuckled at the thought; it probably had since he hadn't been able to put it all the way into anyone.

They were all lying on the bed in the spare bedroom. Desiree sent Alex to shower while she opened her legs. Monica licked her lips as Desiree motioned for her to come closer. When Alex returned, Monica was eagerly eating his cum from Desiree's pussy.

Alex's dick started to rise again, but Monica was through. She lifted her head up from her pussy meal to hand him an envelope. Alex grinned as he saw the huge tip, "If you need me, call anytime." He said as he went out the door.

It wasn't often that Monica ate her out so Desiree was enjoying every bit. When she finally came, she felt it from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head. 

Lying back on the bed exhausted she took Monica into her arms. "I think it's time we talk about your little problem with Ashley, Claudette and James." Desiree said kissing Monica's forehead.

Monica pouted, "Do we have to?" She nipped Desiree's nipple. 

"Ouch, and yes we have to. If Claudette finds out that you're helping her daughter become this guy's submissive there will be hell to pay. From what I've seen I think your sister has feelings for this guy." Desiree said as she kissed Monica on the lips.

Monica deepened the kiss, "its James we really should watch out for. He has his own agenda. Remember what he did to the last guy Claudette was interested in?"

Desiree shuddered, "I don't want to think about that. Poor guy still hasn't recovered from the beat down. He won't even come into the state of New York he's so afraid of what James would do to him."

"We have to work this all out. In the meantime, baby, I want your cock in my pussy. Get it out of the closet." Monica said.

Desiree smiled, got up and got Monica's favorite 8-inch strap-on.

I have a lunch meeting with Monica Casey and Ashley. I can't wait until they come into the office. I can't wait to see the look on my boss face. Robert is going to have a coronary and then David. He and I haven't had a guy's night out. I would have to make up for that. He'll need one after he sees Monica, but it is Marvin's face that I cannot wait to see. He has a 'thing' about Monica Casey. He has her photo on his desk and says that she is going to be his first wife. I have kept my mouth shut and said nothing. 

The receptionist can hardly speak as she tells me that the Monica Casey is on her way to my office. I chuckle and open my door. I stand just outside so I can see the reactions.

It is priceless. She is with not only Ashley but also a strikingly beautiful statuesque Latina. Every woman in the office is holding her breath, while the men are crossing their legs to hide their growing erections. David glares at me and mouths, "Why didn't you tell me she was coming." 

I look smug and just grin and mouths back, "Because I wanted to see your expression. Look here comes Marvin. He hasn't seen her yet."

Marvin looks up from the papers he is reading on his way to bring me the report he's been working on all day. He sees her and stops dead in his tracks.

Monica sees me and waves. Marvin looks from her to me. He is speechless, a first. He just stares, but I can see the tent in his pants.

I decide to meet my guest half way and go up to Monica. She kisses my cheeks and I redden. "Marvin over there is your biggest fan." I whisper so that only she can hear. "He has your picture on his desk and says you are going to be his first wife."

Monica whispers back, "Can I have a little fun?"

"Just a little, don't get the boy fired or worse yet, cum in his pants in front of everyone." I admonish.

Monica smiles sweetly, "Just leave it to me." She walks over to Marvin. She is wearing a dress, a very low cut short red dress with white Christian Louboutin heels and she's carrying a white clutch. I gather her coat is in reception.

"Hello, my husband to be. Is this going to be an arranged marriage or do we get to know each other a little before you take me to our marital bed?" She says in his ear.

Marvin's ears turn red. He stammers, "It's nice to meet you Miss Casey."

"Hand me your phone." She says softly. He reaches into his pocket and hands her his iPhone. She winks at me and crooks her finger to the Latina who rushes over. Monica stands in front of Marvin and I realize exactly what she is doing...She is grinding her ass on his very erect cock. Marvin is trying very hard to concentrate on something, anything. 

The Latina who Ashley tells me is Monica's assistant named Desiree takes her time taking the photo. "Shall we take another just in case?" She says and winks at Monica.

Monica takes Marvin's face in hers and plants a big kiss with tongue on him. Everyone including our boss, Robert is staring. The kiss seems like it is going on forever even after Desiree has taken the photo.

"Thank you my future husband." Monica says and she walks back over to me. Desiree hands him back his phone.

I can see the wet stain on Marvin's trousers. He's cum. Looking down his ears turn pink again and he moves the folder down in front of him covering the stain until he can get back to his office.

Just before he turns to go, Monica says to him, "I heard you have a picture of me on your desk. Desiree will tell you where to email the photos of us and I will sign them for you." He nods too stunned to speak. The four of us go into my office and without looking back, I close the door.

Sitting down at my desk, I allow myself a laugh as Monica, Desiree and Ashley join in and soon we are all laughing so loud that tears are rolling down our faces.

Finally, we stop and the silence is a bit awkward. It is Ashley who breaks it. "Over lunch we really need to talk about how we are going to stop my mother from her revenge. I heard what she did to Samantha and that was so messed up."

Monica nods and looks sympathetic. "Yes, my sister doesn't like to be upped. I heard what you did to her. Bravo!" Monica says applauding. "Every once in a while Claudette needs to know that she's not all that."

"Monica, I love your sister." I say softly. "She's angry with me, but she really shouldn't be. I want to take her out to dinner, the theater, anything and really get to know her, but she refuses to talk to me. She refuses to see me. It's making me crazy. I think about her all the time."

Ashley looks at Monica who looks at Desiree. Monica smiles sweetly, "You've got it bad. You are not the first who has fallen for her, but you are different Mitch. I think she likes you too. Let's see how we can get you two love birds together without world war 3 happening."

Ashley looks down at the floor, but says nothing. Inside her heart is breaking. She wants Mitch so bad that just the sight of him has her moist. Surreptitiously, Monica squeezes her hand.

"Shall we do lunch ladies?" I ask rising.

"Absolutely." Says Desiree who also stands. 'I'm famished."

I offer my arm and am slightly surprised when Ashley takes it. Monica shakes her head and Ashley releases me. Monica takes her place. "Let's see how your office takes this?" She says, but she looks at Ashley who nods slightly.

I am confused, what does Ashley have to do with all of this. Desiree who asks me where we are having lunch distracts me.

"The Palm." I say and open the door.

All eyes are on us as we exit my office with Monica Casey holding onto me. Marvin who has changed his pants is staring. Monica blows him a kiss. I can see the tent rising in his pants again. 

My boss, Robert comes up to us and introduces himself. Monica releases me to shake his hand and tells him sweetly, "I want Mitchell to handle my accounts and I will make an appointment with him to discuss what's best."

Robert beams at me. First Claudette, now Monica Casey, he's in heaven.

All eyes watch us as we get on the elevator. I am sure the gossip will be flowing as soon as we leave.

At the Palm, again all eyes are on Monica. We are seated quickly and the waiter fawns over her as we quickly order. Ashley is sitting next to me. I can feel the heat coming from her. I can see her with her eyes lowered not looking at me.

"Ashley, are you all right?" I say.

Still not looking at me she says, "Yes Sir, I'm fine."

Monica interrupts, "We are here to talk about Claudette and what we can do to help you be with her and talk her out of all this revenge nonsense."

"Do you have any ideas?" I ask, "Because I'm stumped."

Monica grins, "I have the perfect idea!"

Claudette has received a dossier about my life. She knows everything about me and is still trying to figure out how to get back at me. She thinks back to that night. Claudette finds herself getting moist and her fingers find her sex. She thinks about being over my knee. She thinks about my hand slapping her butt. She thinks about my dick in her pussy and she cums.

"Damn, Damn, Damn, what the hell are you doing to me Mitch? God I want you to fuck me." Then she smiles, she knows how to get her revenge...

Our lunch is successful and I agree with Monica's idea. I can't wait to see Claudette and this plan is fool proof. 

Samantha answer's her cell phone immediately. It is Claudette and after what she has been through, she knows where her loyalty lies. "Mistress, thank you for forgiving me."

"I see that your punishment has taught you who you need to respect." Claudette says her voice commanding.

"Yes mistress. I've learned my lesson." Samantha feels her pussy getting wet at the thought of what happened with all those men.

"Good my sweet pet. Remember you owe me and you belong only to me. I have already called Morgan and we will meet in his office. I have a plan that I want to implement and I will need both of you to work with me. Do I have your cooperation Samantha?" Claudette says already knowing the answer.

"Yes Mistress, but..." Samantha stops talking.

"But what?" Claudette snaps back.

Samantha sighs but her voice is forceful when she says, "I don't want Mitch hurt badly. I don't want him to lose his job or be in too much pain. Please Mistress; he's a really good guy..." Samantha stops again.

"I'm really getting pissed off. Spit it out Sam." Claudette orders.

Samantha squeezes her eyes together and says in a rush, "I think he's in love with you."

The words hit Claudette like a sledgehammer and she stops breathing, "What did you say?"

"Mitch is in love with you. It's his first time being in love and it's with you. He wants you like he's never wanted anyone. I have known him quite a while and I have never seen him like this. So please Mistress, don't punish him too badly. He was just being Mitch." Samantha says into the phone.

Claudette takes a breath, "He has a funny way of showing his love, but no matter. I will deal with Mitchell my way. So I will see you in Morgan's office in two days. We will discuss what I plan to do with Mr. Mitchell Murphy.




The Introduction Ch. 07



When she is off the phone, Claudette sits down on the couch her head in her hands. She is thinking about Mitch. He has feelings for her and she has to admit to herself and only to herself that she has feelings for him. This plan may change all that if she is too cruel, but maybe, just maybe she won't be that cruel and they can talk after and see if they can have a relationship.

But thoughts of Mitch on his knees call to her and she knows that she must make him suffer for humiliating her.

Monica, Ashley and Desiree each kiss my cheek as they get into the waiting limousine. When I arrive back at my office, everyone is buzzing with excitement and I have a very hard time keeping a straight face.

As soon as I close my office door, Marvin bursts in. "How do you know Monica Casey?"

I laugh, "She is sister to one of my clients."

"Are you seeing her again? Can I come? How was lunch? Did she mention me?"

"The answers are yes, no, great, no." I say.

He hands me an envelope. Inside are the photos of him and Monica. "Please get her to sign them. I've included a note." He says nervously, and then adds, "I owe you big time for this, so just let me know if I can do anything."

I smile, "If I need you, I'll let you know." Before I can ask him to leave, Robert comes in without knocking.

Marvin blushes, then turns and leaves. My boss sits down and I sit at my desk. 

"So do we have Miss Casey's account?" He asks.

"Not yet, but we are working on it." I say.

Sheepishly Robert looks down at his hands, "She made quite a stir. Is she coming back to the office?"

He's married, been married for thirty-five years. As far as I know, he has never cheated. "She said something about next week." I say raising an eyebrow.

"Um Mitch, can I tell you something between you and me?" He says still looking at his hands.

"Sure." I say and I cannot wait to hear this.

Taking a deep breath, Robert says, "I've been married for a very long time and not once have I strayed, but seeing Miss Casey makes me wonder..."

I chuckle, "It makes all of us wonder. I think though, "I try to say gently, "Monica would be more trouble than she's worth."

Robert sighs, "I think you're right. Listen it's been a long day." He glances at his watch, "Go home."

"Thanks boss." I smile at him.

He grins. "Let me know if we get her account." Standing he leaves.

Fifteen minutes later, I leave. I have a workout at the gym and decide to spend this evening at home alone and trying not to think about Claudette.

Monica and Ashley are sitting in Monica's bedroom. Desiree has gone to run errands.

"I can see how very much you want him." Monica says stroking her niece's face.

"He makes me feel so vulnerable. Just being near him makes me want to drop to my knees and suck his cock." She says blushing.

Monica kisses her cheek. "You will get him."

"But he wants my mother." She grumbles.

"He just thinks he wants her, but Claudette will never submit. You are the one for him and we will make it happen. Desiree and I will teach you how to be the best submissive you can be. He won't be able to resist you." 

Monica hugs her niece. "I promise you that Mitchell Murphy will be your master. I want you to find out what your mother is up to. I will also be working very hard on stopping her in her plans to get revenge on Mitch."

Ashley smiles, "Thank you Aunty." 

"You're my family. All you have to do is ask."

Desiree comes into the room. She is naked except for a black bra with the breasts cut out and black crotchless panties. She is holding a cane that whistles into the air as she swings it.

"Get on your knees Ashley! This is also the last time I call you Ashley in this room. Your name here will be cunt, pussy or slave understand."

Ashley nods. Desiree comes over to her and slaps her face. Ashley starts to cry but Monica stops her by saying, "You want to be a slave. Your Master will own you and he can do anything he wants with you and your body.

Ashley looks at Desiree and stands. "I'm sorry Mistress." She says softly and lowers her eyes. Dropping to her knees she sits back on her heels, arms outstretched.

Monica looks on with pride, "who taught you that?"

Without looking up, Ashley says, "I've seen my mother with some of her submissives and this is what they do. Samantha especially looks beautiful like this."

Desiree smiles at Monica. "Have you ever eaten pussy?"

"Yes." Samantha says and Monica can see her ears turn pink.

"Where?" Desiree says.

"I have a few friends at school. We 69 a great deal." She says.

"Have you been fucked?" Monica asks.

"No Aunty, I want Mitch to be my first and only." Ashley says sincerely still in position.

Monica hands Desiree a robe and mouths, "I think she has had enough for today."

"You may rise cunt!" says Desiree putting on the robe.

Ashley stands Desiree looks at her and explains, "Your Aunt is my Mistress. She wants me to train you. She will not be involved except to show you how Mitch will treat you. She will watch. I will take care of her needs. Do you want me to teach you?"

Ashley looks at Desiree and says clearly, "Yes Mistress, your cunt wants you to train her."

Desiree takes Ashley into her arms and kisses her hard on the lips. Ashley melts into her arms.

"Your training begins tomorrow. You have vacation for two weeks so you will be here every day except Sunday. You will address me as Madame D. and your Aunt as Mistress."

Ashley starts to nod, but corrects herself and says, "Yes Madame D. I understand and I will be here. I want to learn."

"Go home and get a good night's rest. Tomorrow we will begin your education." Monica says hugging her.

"Mistress, may I ask a question?" Ashley says as she hugs her Aunt again.

"Yes, Ashley, you are my niece and you may ask me anything?" Monica answers sincerely.

"What if he doesn't want me?" Ashley lowers her eyes. Monica lifts her face until she is staring into her niece's eyes. "He will love you and want you because you are beautiful and special. Aunty Monica will see to it. Mitch is no fool. He will know that he has the submissive and slave of his dreams. You will get what you want my sweet girl."

Monica holds her close to her breast. "You deserve to be with someone special and I want you to be happy."

Ashley smiles, grabs her bag and leaves. 

After she is gone, Desiree sits down on the bed next to Monica. She looks worried and concerned, "Are you sure about this?"

Monica smiles evilly, "I am certain. Mitch is going to be a great Dom for her. I will make sure of it and as for my dear sister Claudette, I want to make sure her heart is broken and she is in pieces."

Desiree watched Monica for a few moments, "You haven't forgiven her for Nathan have you?"

"No and I never will." Monica says as Desiree stands and takes off her robe dropping it to the floor. She picks up the cane and hands it to Monica who smiles and stands up. Desiree kneels as Monica raises the cane and brings it down...

When Ashley arrives home, her mother and James are waiting for her. "Where have you been?" Claudette asks more sharply than she means to.

Ashley goes into the kitchen and returns to the living room with a coke, "I was with Aunt Monica and Desiree."

Claudette holds her temper, "And what were you doing with them."

Ashley smiles, "Girl stuff, nothing exciting. Aunt Monica wants to take me shopping this week."

"Ashley you have everything you need. What's Monica up to?" Claudette says standing, her hand on her hip.

"Nothing Mom." Ashley says shrugging. "I haven't seen Aunty Monica in such a long time. I want to spend time with her."

Claudette goes to her daughter and takes her in her arms hugging her. Ashley smells her mother's perfume and it is intoxicating. She wants to fall down on her knees and sniff Claudette, but she holds still.

"Mother, Aunty Monica is just spending time with me and I with her. There's nothing going on." 

Claudette kisses her daughter's forehead, "I love you and I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Monica can be a little." Claudette frowns thinking of the word, "Impulsive at times." 

James stands next to them. "Ladies, dinner is ready and will get cold if we don't eat now."

With her arms around Claudette's waist, they walk into the dining room for dinner. 

I am seriously thinking of letting go my stable of women. If this women will commit to me, I will let them all go. Am I crazy? I'm sure I am because I have never thought about doing this. Maria calls me. I haven't seen her in quite some time. I invite her out to dinner and we have a wonderful time eating sushi near my house.

When we come back to my house, she kneels and kisses my shoes. I grab her hair as I used to and pull it, but my heart is not in it. It is no fun without Claudette. Damn man what the hell has gotten into you?

Taking Maria's hand, I help her to her feet. "Baby, I'm not feeling it tonight. Why don't I put you in a cab and send you home."

Maria pouts, "Mitch don't you want your little Latina to take care of your big dick for you. My mouth is watering."

My dick does a little jump. What the hell! I think and I grab Maria's hair again and pull her by her hair into the bedroom.

Bending her over the chair in my bedroom, I lift up her dress to find she is naked underneath. I spank her butt hard with my hand and my dick is ready to leap out my pants. I touch her very red behind and I can hear her sobbing. It is music to my ears. 

Unzipping my pants, I free the monster. God how I wish this was Claudette. Stop thinking like that. You have a perfectly nice ass here I admonish the dick. I know you think I'm crazy and I am. I am fucking in love with a woman who won't even speak to me. Is that fucked up or what!

I stick two fingers into the lovely pussy that belongs to the succulent Maria and she is soaking wet. Rubbing my hard cock to lubricate it in that wet pussy I feel her push back. Swatting her behind, I admonish her. "It's not your pussy I want, at least not yet. Get ready bitch because I'm fucking that tight ass."

Maria grabs her butt and opens her cheeks. Her ass hole is tiny and my big dick always makes her scream. She used to hate me fucking her there, but now she will take it all.

With no preliminaries, I shove it all inside of her as she screams. I fuck her as if there is no tomorrow and she moans, "yes Mitch, only you get to take Maria's ass. It belongs to you. Yes idios mio! Do me. You are so big."

Her ass hole is so tight that it's nearly painful on my dick. I won't last long. I take pity on her and start fucking her cunt. She is moving back onto my dick squeezing it with her ass muscles. Maria is going to milk me dry. I start playing with her clit because I want her to cum first. I'm slamming in that ass and enjoying every minute. Thoughts of Claudette are out of my mine as my dick takes over.

I slam and slam into Maria and she moans, "yes Mitch, take me, take me."

I flick her clit with my finger and she starts to cum. I feel her ass hole tighten as she screams out her orgasm. I can't take it any longer and I start to cum. I cum from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head. I cum in her ass and she cums again. 

I am exhausted and lean over her. "Damn Maria that was hot!" I moan.

"Oh Mitch, but you have to let me suck it before I go." She says exhausted.

Carefully I pull out and go into the bathroom. When I return Maria is naked and kneeling. I walk over to her and take her hand leading her back into the bathroom. I give her a moment to do her business then I take a shower with her. Hell, she's given me a good fuck I'll let her spend the night.

I am exhausted as I fall asleep holding her in my arms. Later I feel her mouth on my cock. I know its Maria but I am wishing it were Claudette. I hold her head to my cock and in my sleep, I whisper "Claudette." 

I cum and immediately fall back asleep. In the morning Maria makes me breakfast. Sitting next to me at the breakfast bar she takes my hand, "Whoever this Claudette is, she is a lucky woman. You love her don't you?"

I nod. I cannot lie to Maria. 

"You really want her don't you?" She asks and without looking, I can see the hurt on her face.

"Yes, more than I've ever wanted anyone." I say and I mean it.

"What's the problem?" Maria asks softly.

"It's complicated." I say not wanting to go into detail.

Maria sighs, "I wish I were her. If you need me, I will come. You've always been honest with me."

She kisses my cheek, takes her bag and is gone.

Damn I am one fucked up guy. I feel horrible. I hope this plan of Monica's works otherwise I'm going to be hurting badly. 

I spend the rest of the day working at work and working at the gym. I watch an engrossing thriller on television just to keep my mind off the beautiful honey colored skin of Ms. Claudette Casey.

Just before I go to bed on Sunday the phone rings, it's Monica. "We should have everything ready by Friday. She won't know what hit her."

"Are you sure this will work?" I ask skeptically.

"Of course. I know my sister." She says.

I hang up and go to sleep dreaming of the next week and seeing my Claudette again.

Claudette is wearing a sexy classy black dress with a wide hat. She looks fabulous as she walks into Morgan's office. Morgan is on his knees sucking on the cock of his assistant Jason. Samantha is bound to the chair, a gag in her mouth. She doesn't look up as Claudette comes into the room. 

"It looks like my slaves are following my orders. You've both learned your lesson. After we've had some fun, we'll talk about my plan to get revenge on Mitchell Murphy."

Ashley is lying in her bed. Her time with Desiree has really brought out the submissive in her. She wants Mitch more now than ever. She has been listening at conversations her mother has been having with Morgan and knows that it will happen on Friday. She has told Monica and Monica has told her not to worry.

She is worried, but she trusts Monica. Lying in bed with her legs spread open she plays with her clit and imagines that soon Mitchell Murphy will take her virginity. 



The Introduction Ch. 08



Chapter 8 -- Friday

©2013 angelface195 all rights reserved

Claudette has put her plan together. Monica has put her plan together. Ashley is ready and me... Stupid me, I won't know what's about to hit me until it's too late.

Claudette has been thinking about her plan. She woke up that Friday morning feeling very sad, nearly ready to cry. Could she pull it off? She had to; she could not let Mitch win.

James got up that Friday morning and whistled in the kitchen while he made breakfast for his Mistress. He liked Monica's plan and knew it would work. 

Monica Casey left for a meeting at Stephanie Stone's house, Desiree at her side. Her Cheshire cat grin stretched across her beautiful face. Desiree kissed the back of Monica's hand. They were ready. The plan would work.

Ashley had butterflies in her stomach as she worked on her paper. She could barely concentrate. Tonight would be her night. She would belong to Mitch after tonight.

I was feeling very anxious about tonight. I hope that Monica's plan worked. If it does, then after tonight Claudette would be mine.

I kept having a nagging feeling all day that something was amiss, but I put it off to nerves. You know you should always listen to your gut when it is trying to tell you something. But hell, I am in love and thinking that I am having this feeling because the woman really wants me and wants us to make up.

David comes into my office, "Want to hang out tonight? I met these two Asian girls. They are sweet. We could have a lot of fun."

Shaking my head I say, "Not tonight, I have plans. However, I will take a rain check. Go, have fun."

"Man, you look nervous. What's up?" David says sitting down.

"I've got a lot on my mind." I say and David knows not to ask any further. I look at him and manage a smile, "I've got to finish this report before the end of the day. It's for Monica Casey."

David stands, "I heard she signed with us. Your bonus this year is going to be spectacular."

"See you later." I say. David looks at me seriously, "Call me if you want to talk."

I smile back, "Sure."

A few people come into my office taking my mind off the plans for the evening.

The hotel suite has been prepared. Claudette has asked for and been given a favor. The top floor of this particular hotel is very private and only has one large suite. 

Claudette called me two days prior with the invitation. "Mitchell." She says her voice warm, a caress.

"Claudette." I say as my dick did a jump at the sound of her voice. I was told by Monica to expect this phone call, yet I still felt unprepared

"Have you made plans for Friday night?" She purrs

"No. I've been working very hard and need a rest so my plan was to stay home." I say and my dick jumps.

"I think you and I should talk. We should call a truce. Would you like to have dinner with me and talk?" She say, then adds, "I think we should clear the air."

My heart flutters, damn I've got it bad for this woman. "Yes we should, but I'm concerned. What you did to Samantha was horrible? I don't want to go through that."

Claudette grows quiet for a moment, "Samantha deserved what she got. Her loyalty should always be with me. I want us to talk about what happened in private."

Claudette gave me the address of the hotel where we were to meet. "Thank you Mitchell for trusting me." She purrs and hangs up.

I hung up the phone that evening feeling great, but then I remembered what Monica had taught me and I knew that I shouldn't be so happy...Claudette was up to something.

Monica and Desiree knew Claudette's plan and they had intervened. They had paid the manager of the hotel double what Claudette had paid and had access to the hotel suite. Monica had gone to see Morgan and his assistant and blackmailed them into not doing what Claudette wished.

Samantha who had her own part to play had acquiesced to Monica when Monica threatened to tell everyone about her gangbang. 

James had helped immensely by giving them all the information they would need to put their plan together. He knew that what Monica proposed would not only hurt Claudette but also send her right back into his waiting arms and get rid of Mitchell Murphy for good.

As five o'clock approached and the butterflies in my stomach began to flutter their way all throughout my body, Monica called me and told me to be ready by seven, an hour earlier than Claudette told me to meet her.

I went home and changed into a casual pair of black pants with a white shirt. I packed an overnight bag. Monica arrived at 6:45 and we took a taxi to the hotel.

I was surprised when I entered the room to see Samantha waiting there. Samantha was naked and kneeling on the floor with a collar and a leash. She crawled towards me; Monica took her leash and led both of us over to the bedroom. As I stood beside the king size bed, Samantha unbuttoned my pants and began licking my cock.

From behind me, Monica put on a blindfold. The two women stripped off my clothes and led my naked body over to the bed where my hands and feet were tethered to the bed. Samantha kissed and licked my nipples. 

A few moments later, I felt another pair of lips kissing my lips. "Claudette?" I asked into the darkness. There was no answer. Samantha withdrew and I felt the other tongue kissing my nipples and then down my chest, to my stomach. The kissing was hesitant and I frowned. This was not Claudette.

I couldn't move and as I started to speak, Samantha came over to me and in my ear whispered, "Quiet, just enjoy."

So I lay back and enjoyed the kissing and licking that went down my legs to my toes. This mouth worshiped each of my toes and licked the instep. I was in heat and my cock was straight up in the air hard as steel.

The tongue moved back up my leg and then licked my balls. I gasped. The tongue teased and licked everywhere but my dick. Samantha who was nibbling on my ear whispered, "If I release one of your hands you are to grab the hair and pull it on your cock. Fuck her face hard? Do you agree to do what I ask?"

"Who is this?" I asked.

Samantha did not answer, but said, "Promise you will not take off the blindfold you will do as instructed."

The feeling and the mouth were so good that I foolishly promised. She released my right hand and I tugged the hair of the person who was licking and kissing me and pulled her to my dick. I shoved her onto my dick and began fucking her face. She moaned around my dick. I fucked her face hard. I wanted to cum. I was close to cumming, but then she stopped her face pressed down on my cock. I still held her hair.

Samantha whispered into my ear, "Let her go. It is time." She whispered.

"Sam, what's going on? Who is this? Where is Claudette?"

Samantha just said, "Soon all will be revealed."

I felt a warm pussy on top of my dick as just the head went in. Next, I heard a gasp and felt a shudder as the woman moved down my dick. I felt warm liquid. Had she cum already? She moved up and down slowly at first, then faster and faster.

Samantha watched as Ashley fucked Mitch's dick. She reached over to her and tweaked her nipples. Ashley shuddered. Samantha smiled at her and positioned her pussy over Mitch's mouth. 

A pussy, Sam's from the smell and taste descended onto my mouth and I began to eat. My senses were really going at it. My dick wanted to cum. 'Where in the hell was Claudette?' If this was her revenge then I was all for it.

Monica stood outside the door of the hotel, hidden in a little alcove as she saw her sister arrive. The manager had phoned her to let her know that Claudette was on her way up.

The room was dark; Monica had turned off the light before she left. She had also planted a camera that took photos and a video camera that would record in the dark. She wanted to see the look on her sister's face.

Ashley fucked up and down on Mitch's prick. She felt as if she had died and gone to heaven. She wanted his spunk. She hoped to be pregnant with his child. She hoped he would accept her as his slave. She thanked her Aunt for arranging it all. She thanked Desiree for teaching her how to suck cock. She released the pain and loved him pulling her hair.

I moved in and out of the very tight pussy. My prick was very happy. I heard the door open. I heard a light switch being clicked and then...I heard a scream.

Claudette walked to the door and thought she heard a noise. Maybe her guests had arrived early. She had planned for them to arrive in 15 minutes, 45 minutes before Mitch arrived so that he would be subdued. 

Opening the door, she heard the noise coming from the bedroom. She turned on lights and walked to the door. An inner voice screamed at her not to open the door, but nothing would have stopped her from opening it. With fear and dread coursing through her body, Claudette opened the door, turned on the light and saw...everything!

She screamed. Tears fell from her eyes and all she could say was "Ashley." As she dropped down on the chair. She watched as Ashley turned her head, smiled, and kept right on fucking me as I exploded into her pussy, which was virgin no more.

Claudette's timing couldn't be even more perfect because I came just as she screamed and when she whispered 'Ashley' into the room I knew exactly what she was seeing. Her daughter on top of my dick fucking me.

Samantha climbed off my face. I removed my blindfold with my still free right hand as Ashley laid her head on my chest. "Master." She said. My dick was still in her pussy.

The door in the other room opened and soon Monica and Desiree were standing in the doorway. I saw the smile cross Monica's face and realized I had been had. This was Monica's revenge on her sister and she had used me as her pawn.

I looked at Claudette. I could see the look on her face. I could see the tears in her eyes. Her head was lowered and she was staring at her hands. I wanted to say something, but what could I say?

Looking at Samantha I ordered her, "Untie me, now!"

She did quickly. I moved Ashley to the side; she clung to my arm, "Thank you Master for taking my virginity. I wanted it to be you."

Looking down at the bed, I saw the blood. My anger was brewing, but I couldn't blame Ashley. I wanted to choke Monica who was still standing looking smug.

Getting up I grabbed the sheet from the bed and covered the naked Ashley. I picked up my clothes from the chair where Monica or Samantha had folded them and went into the bathroom slamming and locking the door behind me.

I looked in the mirror with my just fucked hair look and cursed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I had done nothing, why in the fuck did Monica have to use me like this and with Ashley, her niece.

When I opened the bathroom door, Ashley was kneeling on the floor, arms outstretched. Samantha had left. I am sure there would be hell to pay for her. Claudette was still sitting in the chair while Monica and Desiree were looking at me.

It was Ashley that spoke first, "I want you to train me as your slave. I want to be with you. I love you Master." She said.

At the word Master, Claudette's face snapped up. She had composed herself. "Over my dead body! Ashley, get your ass up and put your clothes on. We are going home."

Claudette stood up. Ashley gazed up at her, "Only if my Master orders me to. I belong to him."

I could see Claudette's hands balling into fists. I could see her eyes squinting with anger. She bore a hole into her sister. Monica smiled at her sister.

"So you used your niece for revenge. You are some piece of work. From this moment on, I never want to see or hear from you again. Ashley, I'm not going to say it again. I order you to get your mother fucking clothes on and go home with me this minute." She said her voice pleading.

Ashley looked at me and I nodded. She rose and went into the bathroom. 

I walked over to Claudette who held up her hand in warning. "Not now. I need to get my daughter home, but you might as well stay, the room's all paid for."

"Claudette, I..."I didn't really know what to say.

"NOT NOW MITCH!" She yelled, then turned to Monica. "I know this was all your doing."

Monica smiled back, "Of course. I would do anything for my niece." She grinned broadly.

Claudette walked up to her and slapped her hard in the face. Desiree went to grab Claudette but Monica held up her hand stopping her. "I guess I deserve that." She said holding her hand to her jaw.

"You are nothing but an evil bitch!" Claudette said.

"Back at ya sis. What you had planned for Mitch here was truly evil and now, your plan has backfired on your sorry ass." Monica stepped back as Claudette raised her hand again.

"I wouldn't try that a second time." Desiree warned. Claudette dropped her hand as Ashley now fully dressed came out of the bathroom.

She knelt in front of me. "I love you Master and I await your call. Whatever you want to do I will be waiting to follow your commands."

Claudette walked up to her daughter, taking her hand. "Get the hell up Ashley." She stared into my eyes, "And you, stay the fuck away from my daughter and from me. Just stay the fuck away."

Grabbing Ashley by the hand, she strode out the door, leaving me speechless.

I turned to look at Monica. "Why did you have to bring me into your family drama?" I said glaring at her.

Monica smiled, "My niece wanted you. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for her." She walked closer to me. All the beauty that had been her was gone from me. "You should be thanking me." She snapped.

"Why the fuck is that?" I said still very angry at all this.

Desiree answered for her, "Claudette had planned to have three men fuck you and then leave you tied up here for the press to take pictures of you. She wanted to humiliate you. She wanted to hurt you so badly that you would lose your job. We saved you from that and in return you want to blame us."

Monica snickered, "My sister is no saint. She got what she deserved tonight." She turned and walked out of the room and out of the suite with Desiree following behind her.

I was alone. Walking to the bed, I saw the virginal blood of Ashley on the sheets. I stripped the bed and called housekeeping to clean up. They arrived and the room was soon neat and tidy. After they left, I took a drink of scotch from the mini bar. I put on my jacket and left closing the door behind me.

When I arrived home, I climbed into bed fully dressed and for the first time in a very long time, I wept. What the fuck do I do now?

On the ride home Claudette and Ashley did not speak. James looked at them both sitting in the back seat as he drove the car. He had gotten a phone call from Desiree that everything had gone according to plan. James smiled, he would help his Claudette get through this rough period and she would be all his again.

When they arrived home, Ashley went straight to her room, slamming the door behind her and locking it.

Claudette did not bother going after her. She was exhausted, hurt and angry not with Monica but with herself. She had wanted to hurt Mitch but in return she had been hurt and for the first time she didn't know what to do about it. 

Tomorrow she would speak with Ashley. Tomorrow she would get her daughter to understand that Mitchell Murphy was not the man for her; that no daughter of hers was a submissive. Ashley wasn't raised that way. She was raised to be a warrior, not on her knees for some man to lick his cock and do as he wished. She would make her understand.

And as for Monica. She would get her revenge on her dear sister and Desiree. She would make her pay for everything she had done.

Then Claudette thought of Mitchell. What to do about him? He didn't know what was going on. He didn't know what Monica had planned. She had to talk to him about Ashley. She had to get him to agree to leave her alone even if she had to get on her knees and beg him.

Claudette undressed. James knocked on her door. She did not answer him, but put on her most beautiful negligee and climbed into bed.

Visions of Ashley riding Mitchell's cock played in her head for a very long time until exhausted she fell into a deep sleep, tears streaming down her face.

Monica Casey and Desiree arrived back at their apartment. Desiree had taken the video and the pictures from the hotel room. 

Together they watched as Ashley slid her pussy down onto Mitchell's hard cock. Her movements were graceful and reverent. Desiree sucked on Monica's breasts and fingered her very wet pussy as Monica imagined what it had been like for Ashley to feel the stab of Mitchell's cock breaking her hymen. She could see the look on her face -- fear, joy, then the pain followed by ecstasy.

Grabbing Desiree's head, Monica pulled her down to her sex where Desiree began to happily eat Monica's pussy as Monica watched Ashley triumph on her face.

Saturday morning I awoke after noon. Stripping off my clothes, I threw them in the laundry bin and started the shower. The water felt soothing to my skin. I washed my body in the shower and relived everything that had occurred. 

I felt dirt. I felt betrayed. I felt very tired. I had to deal with my part in this. The first thing was to call Samantha. I needed to know why she participated in this. I know that I needed to talk to Claudette and to Ashley, but I wasn't ready for that. 

I also felt that they had some mother/daughter issues to deal with and for now, it was better for me to stay away.

I also had to deal with Monica. Yes, she had saved me from humiliation that could have and probably would have cost me my job, but two wrongs don't make a right and her treatment of her niece was something else. 

I didn't love Ashley. I barely knew her, but as I thought of our last few meetings, I should have guessed that the girl had a crush on me, but I was not reading the signs. I had a feeling that this wasn't all of it. Monica did not do this for her niece but to hurt her sister from some long ago wrongdoing. I was her pawn.

My feelings for Claudette hadn't changed. I saw the hurt on her face after I took the blindfold off. I saw the look of pain, disbelief and anger.

I got out of the shower, dried my body and my hair and ordered some breakfast to be delivered from the local diner.

I decided before talking to Samantha I would go for a run to clear my head. I ran nearly four miles and when I returned home, I found three messages from Sam on my phone that I had left home because I really did not want to speak to anyone.

I called her back. "Mitch." She said, "I'm so sorry, but Monica threatened to tell everyone about the gangbang. She told me you knew what she was planning. But I saw your face and knew that you didn't. I'm so sorry; please don't be angry with me."

I sighed, "I'm not angry with anyone except myself. I was set up and too stupid to realize it."

"Mitch please don't be angry with Ashley either. She really wants to be your sub. She told me. I think she loves you and wants to learn from you." Samantha said calmly.

"I can't deal with that right now. I forgive you and I understand. I just have to decide what I'm going to do about this. I need to speak to Claudette but not right now. We all need time and space. I'll talk to you in a few days Sam, but right now I need time to think about all this." I say and before she could say anything else, I hung up the phone.

I spent Sunday at home watching sports and movies all day long. I tried not to think about anyone or anything. 

I slept fitfully Sunday night and had dreams of Ashley begging me not to leave her and Claudette coming at me with a knife warning me to leave her daughter alone.

I dragged myself to work on Monday. David noticed I was tired and wanted to talk. I begged off and buried myself in work. I didn't want to think about it anymore. I just wanted to forget it, but thoughts of Claudette were still in my head. I wanted her.




The Introduction Ch. 08



When Claudette got up on Saturday she went straight into Ashley's room to find her gone. She had left a note.

Mother,

I've returned to school. I do not want to talk. I belong to Mitchell and as soon as you accept that, you and I can talk. He is my Master. I love him.

Ashley

Claudette stood in the room and cried...

Ashley called me on Sunday and I didn't answer. She called on Monday and I did not answer. She left a message on Monday that said, "Master please don't be angry with me. Please talk to me. I await your call."

I did not want to talk to her, not until I spoke to Claudette. A week went by then two. I couldn't take it anymore so I phoned Claudette. James answered and told me that she was out. 

After a few days, Ashley called her Aunt. "Mitch still hasn't phoned me." She complained.

"Give him time. I assure you he will. Have you seen your mother?" Monica asked.

"No! I do not want to see that bitch. She wants to take Master away from me. She needs to accept the fact that he's mine." Ashley spat out.

"Ashley, don't call your mother a bitch...that's my job. She's still your mother and she pays your tuition at school." Monica admonished.

Ashley sucked her teeth, "She sent me a note telling me that unless I give Mitch up she won't give me any money."

Monica smiled, "Aunty will take care of that my dear. I'll put money into your account today. You don't have to worry about that." 

Desiree who was sitting watching Monica grinned. Picking up her phone, she called my office and made an appointment to see me. She also called Monica's accountant and arranged for $100,000 to be put in Ashley's bank account.

Ashley sighed, "Aunty his dick was so big. It tasted delicious. I wanted him to come in my mouth."

On the other end of the phone, Monica chuckled. "How did it feel when you slid down his cock? Did it hurt much?"

"It hurt like hell. He's so damn big, but I was determined. I felt every inch sink into my pussy. I'm still sore. It was heaven and hell, but I gritted my teeth and moved down on it. I felt like I was tearing inside. Just when I thought I couldn't take the pain anymore, things started feeling good. I came." She said blushing. Ashley was glad that Monica could not see her.

"That's wonderful especially since it was your first time." Monica held a thumbs up to Desiree who chuckled in the background.

"I told Mama that I will not speak to her unless she accepts Mitchell as my Master." Ashley said determinedly. 

"Yes, you need to make Claudette understand that Mitchell is your man and you belong to him. She will get the message when you don't speak to her. You are invited to spend the holidays with me if she persists on not accepting him. Both of you are."

"Thank you Aunty." Ashley beamed on the other end of the phone. "Aunty when do you think he will call?"

"He will call soon. He cannot resist you. Don't worry, he will come around. Sleep well, study hard and I'll see you soon." Monica blew a kiss into the phone.

After she hung up, Desiree knelt down on the floor. Her smile was broad as she crawled towards her Mistress who opened her legs in welcoming triumph. All was going according to plan.

Desiree came to see me. "You need to phone Ashley. She is yours now and you need to phone her. You need to reassure her, train her and take her as your submissive. She was a virgin and you've taken her. She loves you and wants to be with you."

"And if I don't." I say still angry about all of this.

"Then I will turn over the DVD I have of that night. I will also implicate you as an accomplish in all of this and Monica will withdraw all her funds. You'll be a disgrace in the financial community." Desiree said her expression one of glee at delivering this news.

I needed to talk to Claudette. I have gone from the frying pan into the fire, all because I made her submit to me. I had to make amends for this. Somehow, Monica couldn't win.

Desiree stood, but before she left she said, "Also, I don't want my Mistress' niece hurt. I know you have many women that you deal with. You may keep Chloe and Samantha, but you need to get rid of all the rest. I think your dick could use a rest. Ashley will be expecting your phone call in the next day or so. Make her happy."

With that, she was gone and I was left to think about all this.

Claudette had suffered enough. She had cried enough and now she had a plan. She had to see Mitch. He was the only one who could make sure that Monica paid for what she had done. She walked downstairs into the kitchen and stopped. James was on the phone. She started to go in, but hung back and listened.

She heard James say, "Yes Monica it's all gone according to plan. She's having a very hard time. I'll take care of her." He clicked off his phone and said aloud, "Goodbye Mitchell Murphy and good riddance."

Claudette withdrew back up the stairs and slammed the door. She put her fist in her mouth to keep from screaming. She could trust no one, no one but Mitch. It was time she saw him.

I went to bed that night thinking of Claudette.

Claudette went to bed that night thinking of her plan and me.

She had to be careful because of Ashley. Her daughter couldn't be hurt again. It was time for all of this to stop. Time for all of this nonsense to be over. 

She slept that night with thoughts of Mitch and thoughts of Ashley. Mitch was her only hope.

I slept that night with thoughts of Claudette and how much we have already lost. Could we regain our relationship? Could we have a life together? I didn't have any answers I only knew that I had to speak to her. She was my only hope.

The next afternoon as I was working on a presentation my cell phone rang. I answered it without looking at the name or number.

"Hello Mitchell." She purred. "We need to meet. We need to talk."

It was my Claudette and my knees grew weak at the sound of her voice.



The Introduction Ch. 09



(c)2013 angelface195 all rights reserved




My first words to her were "I'm sorry."

Her next words were, came with a sigh, "Me too. This is my entire fault and my daughter is in the middle."

"We need to meet and talk." I say and my dick does a jump. Please stop I beg it; I really need to talk to this woman.

"Yes, but you can't meet me at my house. I'll explain when I see you." She says and there is a catch in her voice.

My dick does another jump and rises. Please I beg it, please stay down. "I want you to come to my house. We can talk in private and...I will be the perfect gentlemen. I'll even cook." I say and cross my legs making my dick hurt in complaint.

Claudette laughs. I love her laugh and it is the first honest laugh I have heard from her in some time.

"I have to go out of town this week, so can we meet on Saturday?" She asks.

"Saturday it is." I say and I can't wait.

"I'll bring a good bottle of wine and we will talk. I'm really sorry about all of this." She says her voice sad.

"So am I. It is my fault too." I say sincerely.

"Yes, it is." She answers me and it's my turn to laugh. It is my fault too, but I can't be anything but what I am and in that moment I also realize that Claudette can't be anyone but who she is and I was wrong to try to get her to submit. We men, we love a challenge.

Ladies, it is hard for a man to admit when he is wrong. I was wrong throughout this entire ordeal. I was wrong. There I said it and I'm done with that. I am a competitive being and Claudette was my Mount Everest, I wanted to climb her and conquer her instead of just being grateful for the experience. Lesson learned. When I hang up the phone, I think about this mess I've helped create.

My thoughts first go to Ashley. She is a lovely girl, but I don't love her. Desiree and Monica have put me in a position that I don't want to be in. I took this girls' virginity-a most sacred thing, even to me. 

With Chloe, it was different, I knew from the beginning she was a submissive and I wanted her to be my sub. Ashley was not and would never be my choice. So now, where did that leave us? I knew that Claudette would never put me before her daughter and she shouldn't, so how do we do this without hurting Ashley. I was stumped.

Claudette has been regretting this plane trip but it is necessary if she was going to stop Monica. She landed in Lithonia, Georgia and rented a car. It had been a long time since she had been here; a lifetime ago, that she really didn't want to remember, but she had to for her sake, Ashley's and Mitchell. In spite of the fact that she hadn't been here in ten years, since her mother's funeral, she still knew the way by heart.

She hadn't phoned him to tell him she was coming because he might not see her and she needed him to see her. Nobody knew she was here, they all thought, including James, that she had gone to London and she would be leaving for London just as soon as she took care of this business.

The house was as she remembered it, but she hesitated before ringing the bell, too many memories. But taking a deep breath, she pushed the button.

He had been watching her for sometime from behind the curtain. He knew why she was here – it of course had something to do with Monica.

He opened the front door. His face was serious, but his eyes held a twinkle. Inside Claudette sighed, he was happy to see her. She also felt guilty at not coming home before now.

Through the screen he said, "What has your sister done now? Who has she hurt?"

Claudette hung her head, "Ashley, me and a man that I've fallen in love with. Daddy can you help me?"

He opened the screen door and she fell into it. All her bravado was gone and she collapsed into her father's arms weeping. He patted her head and led her inside.

"Nathan is at school and then football practice until eight. We have plenty of time to talk. Come on in sit down. I'll put on a pot." He said and led her to the kitchen.

Over coffee with plenty of cream and his famous peach cobbler, she told him everything, leaving nothing out. She knew he would not judge her. He knew about the life. In fact, her mother had been his submissive and then his slave. She had hidden in the basement one night and watched him take her mother. She watched how much her mother enjoyed it, but she knew that was not who she was.

Her father knew she was there. He also knew that she was a dominant. Claudette was very strong willed even back then. She was her father's daughter. He never mentioned that he had seen her. When she turned 19, she had gone to him and he had taught her. He never touched her. He instructed her. She trusted him as she had never trusted anyone and she learned from him.

He took her to clubs in Georgia, London, New York and Paris. She learned everything there was to know and when she got her first submissive, he helped train him. Her daddy, Westley Casey was the only one who would know what to do about Monica.

"How is Nathan?" Claudette asked.

"He's fine. Thank god he's more like his daddy than his mother." Westley got up and went into the living room. He returned with a photo of her nephew. He was a handsome boy. He had Monica's eyes but he looked more like his father.

Claudette's voice caught. Nathan's father, Ethan her first love and Monica had tricked him and he had gotten her pregnant. He had done the right thing and married her, but Monica being Monica had cheated on him then run away to California. She broke him, but Claudette got her revenge she took Nathan away from her.

Monica had never forgiven her sister for this betrayal and now...she had used her niece to get her revenge.

Claudette sat with her father as the sun came down telling him everything. He listened. When she was done talking she felt a lightness come over her.

Westley smiled, "You love this Mitchell Murphy, don't you?"

Claudette lowered her gaze and stared at her hands as she answered, "Yes daddy, I love him very much, but we really don't know each other." She looked up at her father, "And I won't be his slave."

"Tell him that. I think the two of you are very much alike. Joining forces to defeat Monica will bring the two of you together. I think this is a very good match for you. I am looking forward to meeting Mr. Murphy." Westley took both of his daughter's hands in his, "But what to do about Ashley."

"That's my problem. She thinks that she is in love with Mitchell. I don't want to see her hurt." Claudette said sadly.

"That I can't really help you with. All I can say to you is this will work itself out. It just might be that Ashley needs to be Mitchell's sub to see if she likes this position." Westley said earnestly. "If she's anything like you once she's tried it, she might not like being in the submissive position."

Claudette understood and sighed. She looked at her watch. It was 7:30. "I should be going" She stood up.

"Nonsense. Your nephew hasn't seen you in a very long time. Why don't you stay in your old room and spend some time with him."

"I don't know if I should. He will ask about Monica. Does he know what happened?" Claudette asked hesitatingly.

"He knows everything. I do not keep secrets from him. He knows about the life. He does not participate, but he knows. He caught grandma and me before she passed. He asked questions, I answered all of them. He also knows about Monica, the whole sordid story. He's 21 and got a girlfriend. A very pretty girl named Wendy. He is a virgin, saving himself for marriage." Westley chuckles, "Masturbates five times a day."

At that moment, the front door opens. A voice called out, "Gramps who's convertible is that in the drive..." He stopps talking as he enters the room.

Into the kitchen came a 6'1" very handsome young man. He stopped at the doorway as he saw the woman seated at the kitchen table. She stood up and recognition showed on his face. "Aunt Claudette, you're here, how? Why?" Then his face clouded, "What has my mother done?"

"Nothing. Come and give your Aunt a kiss. I just came to see how my two favorite men were doing. It's been a long time." She held her arms wide.

Nathan hugged his Aunt. She pulled back to look at him. "You are one tall drink of water. My handsome nephew." She kissed his cheek.

"Are you staying? Please say you're staying. "He asks and Claudette grins still hugging him. "I can stay till tomorrow afternoon then I have a flight to London."

Nathan rubbed his hands together. "Okay boy, you get to cook dinner tonight. Show your Aunty what you've learned." Westley turned to Claudette. "Let me show you to your old room."

Westley and Claudette walked upstairs and into her old room. She gasped as she walked in. There were pictures of her in frames from birth to now. Some cut out from magazines, others from photos she had sent to them. The room had a new bed and a new dresser, but her old posters from college were there as well as her trophies for track, dance and gymnastics. 

There were also photos of her and her mother, her and her father, the three of them and then photos of her with a young Monica. They were so close. Claudette walked up to the photo and picked it up two sisters hugging each other and mugging for the camera.

She also picked up a photo of her mother who she missed greatly. A tear formed on her eye and she wiped it away. Westley put his arm around his daughter's waist and kissed her cheek. She put down the photos, put her arm around her father, and sobbed.

"It's all going to be fine. It will work itself out. Just know that you are a strong, black woman who has accomplished much. Do what you need to do and everything will work out?"

Westley left Claudette alone to get ready for dinner and to cancel her hotel reservation. An hour later, she came downstairs in jeans and a tee shirt she found in the closet, which she could still fit in.

The table was set and there was a platters and bowls filled with fried chicken, collard and mustard greens, baked macaroni, rice and beans and homemade biscuits. A pitcher of sweet tea was on the table.

"Wow this looks great." She said as Nathan held out her chair.

Westley smiled at his grandson, "Claudette this boy can really cook. He has surpassed me in the kitchen and he loves doing it."

Nathan smiled and said, "I prepared everything yesterday and just had to cook it. I like being in the kitchen."

"What do you plan to do after college?" Claudette asked taking a bite of her chicken. "This is so good." She exclaimed.

Nathan laughed, "I got two offers to go pro; one from the New York Jets and one from the Packers. I also got an offer to come to Paris and go to the Cordon Bleu. I'm trying to decide which I like better."

Claudette looked at Westley who nodded, "Whatever you decide, whatever you need, you ask me. I'll make sure you have what you need."

Nathan grinned, "Gee thanks Aunty. I know that football will give me lots of money, but that's not my motivation. I love the game, but cooking is a passion of mine. I'll let you know when I make the decision.

Claudette thought for a moment, "Is it possible you could do both? Play football for a while then go to Paris?"

Nathan's eyes grew wide, "I'll think on that." He said.

They ate and talked. For dessert, Nathan brought out a red velvet cake he had made. It was delicious

Over coffee Nathan asked, "Have you seen my mother? I heard she's in New York."

Claudette sighed, "Yes I've seen her and she's fine."

"Does she ask about me?" He said hopefully.

"Not to me." Claudette said softly. "You need to speak to your cousin Ashley. They are very close."

Nathan shook his head and changed the subject.

He left them to finish some homework and go to bed. Claudette also went to her room. She took out her cell phone and called me. I was just getting ready for bed.

"Hello Mitchell." Her voice said on the phone. She sounded tired.

"Hey there you? How are you?" I said.

"I'm fine. I'm in Georgia visiting my father. I needed to talk to him about Monica." Claudette said and she could feel her nipples getting hard just from the sound of my voice.

"I am looking forward to Saturday." I say as my dick did a jump.

"Me too. I didn't get all the answers here. I will have to think about how to stop Monica and also how to protect Ashley." Claudette said to me. "Look I have to go. I have a flight to London tomorrow."

"Good night Claudette." I say. "Have a safe trip."

As I hung up the phone, I could picture her in my mind. I don't usually masturbate, but my dick was screaming for relief. I pulled my cock out of my pajama bottoms and started stroking him as I pictured Claudette sucking my cock.

Claudette eased two fingers into her pussy, when there was a knock on the door. She eased her fingers out, pulled up the covers and said, "Come in." 

Westley came in and handed her a bag, then he turned and left. Inside the bag was a vibrator. Claudette laughed and then put it to good use. Her dad knew her well.

In the morning, Claudette hugged her nephew who had prepared muffins for her before he left for his classes. She spent some time with her father then left for the airport.

On the way to London, Claudette thought only about me and Ashley and how to clean up this mess.

I came very hard that night and after I cleaned up, I knew that I would do whatever was possible to have this woman in my life. 

James knew in his gut that something was up. He called the London office and was told that Claudette had not arrived yet. He had no idea where she was and she wasn't answering her cell phone.

He had phoned Monica and she didn't know anything. Where the fuck was Claudette?

Two days later, she phoned him. "Where have you been?" He asked angrily.

Claudette smiled and smirked, "Who do you work for? Who is your Mistress?"

James calmed himself, he had gone too far, "I work for you. I'm sorry Madame."

"I will be home in a few days." Claudette said and hung up. James would have to pay for his betrayal. She and Mitch would find a way to make him pay for siding with Monica. He needed to relearn his place.

Saturday arrived and I was eager to see her. I had my housekeeper clean the house until it was spotless while I went to the florist and bought fresh flowers.

I had prepared dinner and purchased a very expensive bottle of white wine. For dessert, I went to my favorite bakery and bought a berry tart. I was ready and dressed in a white shirt with black linen pants.

She arrived on time and looking as if she stepped out of a fashion magazine in a black and white print dress with red heels and a big black hat that hid her face. In her hand she held a bottle of wine which I took from her and set on the counter.

She removed the hat with a flourish and I couldn't help myself. I swept Claudette into my arms and kissed her deep and hard. She responded and held me to her.

Our tongues did a duel and I knew that dinner would be late. I unzipped her dress and eased it down her arms to see the delectable and delightful black demi-bra and garter belt with black lace stockings. She wore a pair of black panties. I dropped to my knees and smelled her through her panties. She smelled delicious.

Claudette threw back her head, "Mitchell." She moaned and I eased down her panties. I unhooked the hose and took them down and off her feet with her shoes.

A little too roughly I opened her legs and dived into her pussy. On my knees, I ate her standing leaning against the wall. I sucked and ate her like a man after his last meal. She held me there, moaning and groaning, "Oh God, ahhh..." She still held her hat with one hand while she played with my face with the other.

I ate her for my life and savored every scent as she held me to her. I teased her sex wanting this to last until finally she begged, "Mitchell please, I need, I need, I need to cum."

I took her clit into my mouth and drove three fingers into her soppy pussy; the hat fell to the floor as she screamed her orgasm and used both hands to nearly suffocate me in her cunt. I loved every minute of it. She tasted better than any dessert I have ever had. I ate her to two more orgasms before she collapsed on the floor beside me. I swept her into my arms and we kissed. She sucked her juices from my lips and then licked my face tasting all of herself.

I gazed at her body; naked except for her bra and she looked glorious to me.

"One of us is very overdressed," She smirked cocking her head.

I laughed. God it felt good to laugh with her. I lifted her up into my arms and took her into the bedroom where I lay her down on the bed. She watched me as I undressed, my dick standing at attention, the pre-cum starting to slide down the side.

Claudette licked her lips and when I was naked, she crawled to the edge of the bed. My dick led me forward and I stood in front of her as she opened her mouth and took the head in.

I could barely contain myself. The touch of her mouth on my cock made the old boy wanted to cum, but I held him off. I allowed her to do this her way and she was good, very damn good. She sucked me all the way down her throat and back to my tip. She swirled her tongue around my cock and made it sing. My dick has never felt so good.

She made love to my dick with passion and emotion. Tears fell from her eyes as she sucked me and I understood. This woman loves me. Gently I touched her short-cropped hair. She looked up at me and removed her mouth. "Fuck my mouth Mitchell. Fuck it hard." She said and she went back down on my cock.

I took her at her word and slammed my dick into her. It went past her throat and down where she hummed and sucked and swirled and licked me until finally I stood up on my toes holding her head and I exploded! I came in her mouth with every fiber of my being. My dick shot load after load and the hair on my arms and my legs rose. The orgasm was so intense that I stood on my toes and held her head to my cock. She took it all, sucking me without missing a drop.

Exhausted, I stroked her face and watched her swallow my seed. She pulled back licking and sucking me clean. She lay back on the pillows and I joined her in the bed, taking her in my arms holding her and kissing her. I unhooked her bra to see those magnificent breasts and bent to kiss them.

"I love you." I said.

She gazed up at me, "I love you also."

We held each other and slept.

When we awoke about four hours later, I gave her a bathrobe and put on my pajama bottoms. Holding her hand, we walked into the kitchen and I brought out the dinner, heating the chicken in the microwave and taking out a salad.

I opened the bottle of wine and poured it into two wine glasses. We ate in silence for a while, but touching each other.

"Should we talk about all this?" She asked.

"Tomorrow." I answered.

She grinned. I kissed her chicken covered mouth then swept her back into my arms and carried her back to the bed where I wanted into that pussy. She laughed and snuggled into my arms, caressing my neck with light kisses.

I laid her on the bed and she opened her strong, black legs in welcome. As I got between them she said, "Mitchell, I want it rough. Fuck my pussy, then fuck my ass, take me Mitchell, make me yours."

"You are mine forever." I said. In one stroke, I was all the way in. I fucked her and I owned her that night. I fucked her deep and hard and I made love to her. 

I whispered in her ear, "Claudette I love you. I adore you. I want you to be with me always. We'll work it out baby."

I said slamming into her. She came, then begged me, "Mitchell, take my ass. Put that big cock inside my ass and fuck me."

Reluctantly I pulled out of her pussy. I bent down and gave it a lick, then turned her over in one flip. She looked back at me with a smile on her face. 

Reaching back, she opened her ass to me. Reaching over I went to get the lube but she stopped me.




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"I want it to hurt. I want you to fuck me. I want you to own me."

"Claudette, I don't want to hurt you." I said.

"Please Mitchell." She said.

I put on a condom and carefully placed the head of my cock at the opening to her backdoor. I eased my dick inside, but Claudette had other ideas and backed into me. She let out a small scream. "Please Mitchell." She said

I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her. I fucked her hard, slamming my dick into the hilt. She fucked me back, "yes Mitchell like that. It belongs to you. Fuck me."

I fucked her as if my life depended on it. Reaching underneath I played with her pussy. She was panting, moaning, and moving her ass in time with my strokes.

I began to spank her and she cried, "Yes Mitchell. Thank you Mitchell, yes take me. I love you. I love you more than I ever thought I could. Yes."

I spanked her turning her ass red and she took me moving her ass back on my dick. Finally, I could take no more and her ass muscles clinched and my cock was a goner, I exploded into the condom.

She fell onto the bed and I fell on top of her. I eased out of her ass and went into the bathroom, I tied the condom and threw it away. I washed my cock and when I returned she was still lying on her stomach.

I kissed her butt then down her legs to her feet and back again. I turned her around and she opened for me. Gently, I eased my cock into her pussy and soothingly, tenderly she brought it back to life. I fucked her until I got hard. I made love to her. I called her name. She was all I wanted, all I needed, I was the man she wanted, and I hoped to be the man she needed.

We came together in silence, holding onto each other and we knew that from this point on we would be together.

James knew that Claudette was with Mitchell. He had followed her. He also knew that she loved him. He had to stop this. Calling Monica, they talked and planned. It was Ashley that would put a stop to this.

Monica ordered Ashley to come to New York immediately. Ashley agreed, but before she left, she got a phone call from her grandfather, "Ashley darling, it's grandpa. We need to talk about you, your mother, your aunt Monica and the man that you think you love."

Ashley listened to her grandfather. She listened. She understood what Monica was doing. She understood that her mother loved Mitchell, but she did not care. She would deal with Monica and she would deal with Desiree, but Mitchell was hers and not even her love for her mother would stop her from getting Mitch. He was her Master.

She told her grandfather not to worry. He thought he had gotten through to her, but Ashley was her mother's daughter and she would have her man.

She couldn't leave for a few days, she had exams, but once they were over, she would return home and see her Master. Mitchell Murphy was hers and no one would take him away from her.

James, Monica and Desiree all thought they had it worked out. Westley thought he had done the right thing. While Claudette and I were making love, we thought that nothing would come between us.

Only Ashley knew what she wanted and how she would get it. Only Ashley knew that it was all hers for the taking. She had grown older and wiser with each stroke of my cock in her virgin pussy. She wasn't going to give that up.

During the next few days, Ashley worked on her plan. Monica would no longer be using her she would use Monica. 

In the morning when we awoke, I made love to Claudette again. She put on one of my tee shirts and we sat down after breakfast in the living room to talk.

"I'm worried about Ashley." She said, her voice choking on her daughter's name.

"You need to see her. I need to see her. Together we can explain it to her." I said. 

Claudette looked at me. Her eyes were sad, "It won't be easy. I am hoping she will understand. You were her first."

"I know." I said sadly. "I didn't realize that she wanted me until it was over. I never encouraged her. I told her how I felt about you."

"But" Claudette spat out, "Monica came here and poisoned her. I'm sure she told her she could have you. She did it to hurt me."

"Why?" I asked.

"It happened a very long time ago." Claudette looked down at her hands, "I was in love with this boy named Ethan. He and I started dating in high school and we swore we would get married one day. What I didn't know was that Monica had a crush on him. I should have known. She always wanted to be around him, but she was young and I just thought she liked him as a big brother.

We graduated college and got jobs in North Carolina. We worked and saved our money so we could put a down payment on a house. It took five years and as soon as we found the house and put the down payment, Ethan proposed in front of all our family and friends. I accepted. His family was happy, so was mine, but I did not see the look on Monica's face. She was angry. My father saw it, but he thought she was angry about losing her sister. He reassured her that I was only moving about two miles away.

Ethan and I moved in together and started planning our wedding. We were getting married the following June. I had a business trip to New York to launch my first salon and for the introduction of my new hair products. I was excited and so was Ethan. I left for my trip. I did not know that Monica had plans. She bought some drugs and put them into a cake that she brought to Ethan. Ethan ate a piece of the cake and passed out. The drugs were hypnotic and Monica made him think that he was with me.

She got him into bed and he fucked her thinking he was with me. I came home that morning to find my sister in bed with my fiancé.

Monica woke up, saw me and the smile that was on her face was one of triumph. Ethan woke up and looked bewildered. He was still in a daze. I knew that she had done something." Claudette looked up at me, a tear forming in the corner of her eye.

She said, "He's mine. He will always be mine."

I took Ethan to the hospital and the doctor's found the drug still in his system. I told my father and begged him not to tell my mother. Monica was her golden child and I didn't want to hurt her. Daddy grounded Monica and forbid her from coming near Ethan or me.

A month before my wedding, just after the invitations were sent out, Monica came to my house and announced she was three months pregnant with Ethan's child.

I fell apart and moved out that night. My father was livid with Monica while my mother thought that Ethan had seduced her. Ethan came to me at my parent's house. He was confused and wanted to know what to do. He told me that he couldn't allow his child to be raised without a father. He and I cried that night. We made love for the last time that night.

A month later, in the church where I was supposed to get married, Monica married the man I was supposed to marry. I did not attend. I moved to New York. I found out a month later that I was pregnant with Ashley. Ashley does not know that Nathan is her half brother, neither does Monica. The only one who knows besides you is my father. I married a man I didn't love, who was gay and needed to appear straight. He and I were married for five years. He is for all purposes Ashley's father. 

Monica gave birth to a son. His name is Nathan, named after Ethan's father who had died when Ethan was young.

I saw Nathan several times when my father would bring him to New York. He was a beautiful little boy and I could see so much of Ethan in him.

My father started telling me things about Monica. She was sleeping around, she was restless. She wanted more from Ethan than he could give her. She wanted a bigger house, more money, a new car. She hardly took care of the baby so my mother stepped in and taken care of little Nathan.

The factory where Ethan worked closed, so he left Nathan with my mother and joined the army to provide by his son.

Monica was free to do as she pleased. She began taking acting classes and sleeping around. She met a movie producer who fucked her and offered her a part in the movie he was filming in North Carolina. 

She caught the movie bug and when he left, Monica left with him without even telling anyone. Ethan came home on leave and found that she was gone. Little Nathan was mostly living with my parents by then. Ethan filed for divorce and got custody of Nathan citing abandonment.

Ethan went back to Berlin where he was stationed. He was sent to Afghanistan. A few months before he was due to come home, a suicide bomber killed him and eight of his men when they were eating in the mess.

Monica didn't even come home for his funeral. She sent instructions to send Nathan to her. I would have none of that and called in a lawyer. We went to court. Monica came dressed as the grieving widow movie star. She lost in court and custody of Nathan was given to my parents.

She never forgave me. She went on to win awards and be the most beautiful woman in the world, but her heart is still filled with hate. The last time I saw her before she came to New York was five years ago at a function I was attending. She just happened to be at the same hotel doing an interview.

She lit into me and called me all kind of names. We didn't speak and now I know that she still hates me and will probably always hate me. I'm done with her." Claudette sighed and stopped talking.

I got up from my chair and joined her on the sofa. I held her in my arms. "We will both deal with Monica and...Desiree."

"Monica always had contact with Ashley. Ashley does not know this entire story and often asked me why I wouldn't speak to my sister. She loves Monica, but she doesn't know her. I had hoped that when she was old enough I would tell Ashley the entire tale. I guess I waited too long." Claudette said hanging her head.

I lifted her chin. "Baby, you and I are together now. We will deal with all of this and Ashley too. It will be all right." I said this but I haven't a clue how to mend this mess.

Claudette spent the night with me. In the morning, she left, telling me she would see me later in the week. I went to work with the weekend playing in my head. I was so very happy and in love, but there was a nagging thought, what to do about Ashley?

Ashley had made her own plans. She was prepared to win. She picked up her cell phone and called Chloe and Samantha. She called Monica and James and finally she called her mother. 

"Mom, I'm coming home..." she said and hung up the phone. She was ready. Looking in the mirror Ashley saw herself in the full-length mirror. She saw a beautiful woman instead of the young girl she once was. Her pussy ached for Mitchell's cock. Her mouth wanted to suck him again. She wanted him to take her ass. She wanted to worship him. He was her master forever.

Claudette phoned me and told me Ashley had asked to see me on Friday evening at her house. Claudette agreed that we would speak to her then and let her know we were together. She would be hurt, but we hoped in time she would forgive us. 

Monica was surprised that Ashley had asked her to come to Claudette's house on Friday. She asked her to come alone. Monica agreed.

Chloe and Samantha were both surprised to get Ashley's call. She told them that she had a surprise for Master and wanted them to come to her house. They both agreed.

James was happy to know that Ashley was coming. She gave him instructions for the playroom and asked him not to tell her mother. He was glad to oblige.

Ashley sat back in the chair in her room going over her plan and playing with her pussy. Mitchell Murphy wouldn't know what hit him. He was hers and she came as she thought of him taking her again. She laughed aloud. She was her mother's daughter.



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I always feel as if I'm abandoning my children when I finish a story, but this time I feel as if I left them in your capable hands. Thanks for taking Mitchell, Claudette and Ashley's journey. I enjoyed writing The Introduction. I hope you enjoyed reading it.

angelface195

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Ashley arrived home on Thursday afternoon. She knew that Claudette would be out at meetings all day. James was waiting for her. She strode into the house giving orders and as James followed them, he realized just how much Ashley had changed. This Ashley even looked different; she looked more confident, worldlier, more in charge. 

She inspected the playroom and made sure everything was in order. "Keep mother out of here until tomorrow night." She told James who had plans to do that anyway agreed. She reminded him so much of Claudette. James felt sorry for Mitch.

***

Samantha and Chloe arrived at the house. James took them up to the playroom where Ashley was waiting. She was dressed in a red leather dress that showed off all her assets. Her hair was done up in a ponytail high on her head. She looked like an Amazonian warrior. In her hand, Ashley held a bullwhip. "Master will be here soon, but before he arrives we have to deal with my Aunt. You bitches get undressed. I want you in underwear and heels only!" Ashley ordered.

Samantha and Chloe quickly obeyed. "Kneel." She said and they both got to their knees. 

Ashley stroked the whip. "You will obey only me and Master." She said her voice quiet but deadly.

Samantha gazed up at her through her lashes, "What about Claudette?" 

Ashley's face turned red. THWACK! The whip came down hitting Samantha in the back. "I will deal with her when she arrives. Master is in charge here not her."

***

Monica arrived a half hour later. James let her in and couldn't help but smile. "Where's my niece? She asked me to come and talk to her?" Monica said haughtily.

James answered as he has been warned by Ashley to answer, "Your niece is in the playroom waiting for you."

Monica tried the door to the playroom it was locked. She knocked. Inside, Ashley had gone over her plan with the two submissives. They both agreed to do as she wished.

Ashley opened the door. She smiled at Monica who looked a bit perplexed at the get-up Ashley was wearing. As Monica stepped into the room she was grabbed by Samantha and Chloe. A rag with chloroform covered her mouth and she slumped down to the floor. Ashley smiled. She was pleased.

They stripped Monica and bound her to the bed. Monica's eyes opened slowly, "What the fuck? Ashley let me go." She said squirming.

"Shut up bitch. You thought you'd play me, use me to get back at mother for Nathan." Ashley said. She saw the look on Monica's face. 

"Yeah Aunty, I know the truth you vindictive bitch. But it's you who have been played. I have to thank you for one thing though," Ashley said stroking Monica's face, "Thanks for giving me my Master. Tonight is going to be great fun.

***

Claudette arrived at my apartment. I took her in my arms and kissed her hard. "We should go and talk to Ashley. James told me she's home now. She wants to see you."

"I know and together we will explain it to her and hope she understands." I said kissing Claudette's lips again.

"Let's go before I change my mind and we end up in bed." She said smiling.

I put on my coat and together we took a cab to her house.

***

James called Ashley in the playroom to let her know that her mother and Mitchell had arrived home. All was ready. Ashley felt her pussy get moist. Her Master was just a few steps away.

***

"James, where's Ashley?" Claudette asked after going into Ashley's room and not finding her there.

"She's in the playroom waiting for you and Mr. Murphy." He said.

"Why is she in there?" I asked.

"I don't know, she just said she was waiting to talk to you." James said.

Claudette and I held hands as we walked to the playroom. A feeling of dread is coming over me. Something is not right. 

Ashley opened the door. Claudette and I walked in. My mouth dropped open. Monica was naked; bound and gagged on the bed, while Samantha and Chloe were kneeling. Ashley held a whip in her hands and looked as if she would whip everyone here.

Claudette spoke first, "Ashley what the hell is going on?"

Ashley looked at her mother, but she spoke to me, "Master I have brought all the slaves here to play. I have some really good news. I brought the bitch Monica here because she used us, but in using us she got used."

"Ashley what are you talking about?" Claudette said. I stayed silent.

"Master, I'm carrying your baby. I found out yesterday." Ashley said.

"Oh God!" was all I could say.

"What? Ashley it's impossible. It's been less then two weeks." Claudette said.

"I had the tests. Here are the results." She said taking a piece of paper from the pocket of her outfit and handing it to me. 

I felt as if I had been hit in the gut. Ashley came over to me. "I hope you're pleased Master." She began unbuttoning her clothes. Claudette went to stop her. Ashley slapped her mother. 

"I belong to him. If you stop me from being with him, then I will run away. You belong on your knees. He is the Master of us all. He will punish Monica. You are his slave just as I am. Isn't that right Master?" She said.

I was in shock and still didn't know what to say. Claudette had tears in her eyes, but she was angry...with Monica who had done all of this. "Ashley, I need to speak with Mitchell outside for a few minutes, we'll be back." She grabbed my hand. Ashley stopped him, "If you call him Mitchell again I will whip you mother. He is Master to us all. We belong to him and that includes you."

Ashley stroked her mother's face. Claudette flinched. "I know you love him, but he's mine. The only way you can have him is to submit."

Claudette took my hand and pulled me from the room. She took me to the study. "Mitch I'm sorry. I don't know what to do. Ashley is pregnant. Monica is the cause of all of this."

I looked at the paper. It was true. I was going to be a father by a young woman I didn't love. Her mother was standing in front of me. My heart ached for Claudette. 

"What do you want me to do?" I asked Claudette.

"Punish Monica. I will submit to you for Ashley's sake. We'll decide what to do later." Claudette said.

I kissed Claudette. "I love you."

"There are some Dom clothes which should fit you in my closet. I'll go back into the playroom." Claudette said.

***

When I arrived back in the room dressed in a pair of red leather pants, Claudette was naked except for her underwear. She was kneeling on the floor beside Ashley. 

Ashley held out the whip for me to take. I decided to show her what a true Dom I was.

"Samantha and Chloe untie Monica and take her over to the cross. Keep the gag over her mouth; she's going to need it." I said. 

Looking directly at Ashley I said to her. "Look at me." 

Ashley raised her head. She looked wanton and sexy. "If this is true and you're having my baby. We will deal with this. But you need to know that I love your mother. I will do the right thing by you."

Claudette looked at me. I wanted to right then and there propose to her. I wanted to take her in my arms and leave, but I was stuck. I may be a ladies' man, I may sometimes even be a son of a bitch, but no child of mine was growing up without a father. 

"You want me as your Master, then so be it and you will obey me." I said.

Ashley nodded and then said, "But only if mother will submit and be your slave. I won't have her be my Mistress."

Claudette nodded at me. "You will be my slave. Your mother will be my submissive."

Ashley agreed. "I will show you here and now what will happen if you ever betray me." I said my voice stern. "I want you to watch."

Monica turned her head to look back at me. Hatred was in her eyes. I went over to her and moved her hair. I put out my hand and Samantha held me a tie. I didn't want her hair to catch on the whip. I whispered in Monica's ear, "You brought this whole damn thing on yourself. Because you are an actress I won't mark you above the waist, although I will flog your breasts. You need to feel how much damage you caused everyone. I did nothing to you! I did not belong in your family drama. You also cared nothing for your niece."

Stepping back, I raised the bullwhip and let it fly.

Monica screamed. She screamed again and again into the ball gag until she passed out.

As I whipped Monica, Claudette and Ashley undid my pants. I barely felt them fall down my legs. I remember stepping out of them, but my anger was flowing through my body. I hated Monica. I hated her for making decisions for her. I hated her for taking away the woman I loved. I hated her for not only me but for Claudette and Ashley. I hated the most beautiful woman in the world for being the evil bitch that she was. 

I whipped her and was glad to whip her. I felt all the rage and frustration from the past few months flow through me. 

Ashley held my cock. She looked at it with love and adoration. Claudette watched her daughter take my cock into her mouth. Ashley made love to my cock. She worshipped it. All Ashley wanted was me and my cock.

I was oblivious. I was too busy punishing Monica, but I felt the mouth on my dick and it felt so good...I thought it was Claudette until I looked down and saw Ashley.

Ashley sucked my meat as no one else has before or since. She brought me to heights, then back down. She savored every moment and Claudette locked eyes with me. I knew that at that moment I would marry Ashley. Claudette knew it too. She also knew that she would be my slave.

I had won, but at what cost. I had lost the woman I truly loved. Chloe went behind me and licked my ass. Samantha disappeared for a few moments out the door. She returned carrying a branding iron, which was red hot.

Ashley pulled her mouth off my dick. She looked at me, her face adoring, "Monica needs to know that you are Master." She said. 

I stroked Ashley's face. "You love me don't you?" I asked.

"Yes Master, I adore you." She said.

"Then I will make you my wife and my slave. You will have my baby and I will train you to always serve me. Your mother will be part of our lives along with Samantha and Chloe. We will get a bigger home. Samantha and Chloe will live with us. You will be their Mistress. Your mother belongs to me and I will see her when I wish."

"Oh Master." Ashley said and kissed my feet. "That is the way it should be."

Claudette nodded. She agreed to it. We gazed at each other and said goodbye with our eyes to what could have been. 

Taking the branding iron from Samantha, I saw that it said, Slave to MM.

I placed it on Monica's right ass cheek and pressed it in. Monica screamed. For the rest of her life she would wear my brand.

Ashley sucked my cock. She made love to my dick. I instructed Samantha and Chloe to lick each other's pussies. Claudette asked Ashley's permission to lick my balls. She gave it willingly, Ashley had won.

I took Ashley's head and fucked into her mouth. She looked into my eyes the entire time and I exploded into her mouth watching her.

Throughout that night, I fucked Samantha, Chloe and Ashley. Claudette got on her knees and ate her daughter's pussy. She did it because I ordered her too.

Ashley came while sucking my cock. Lovingly she looked at me, "I know you love mother, but you will come to love me. I promise you I will be a good wife to you. "

"I know you will be. I will teach you and you will wear my tattoo." I told her. "I will take care of you and our child."

***

We left Monica to hang for a little while longer, then took her down and placed her on the bed. She came to. Chloe brought her some water. 

Ashley stood in front of her, "You have a half an hour to get up, get dressed and get the fuck out of our lives. You are never to contact me, mother or your son. You are to stay away."

"Ashley, please." Monica said.

"Fuck you!" Ashley answered and left the room.

***

Claudette and I spent some time alone. I held her as she cried. I was feeling very overwhelmed and soon went home. I lay in bed, thinking of this entire night. The next day I went to Tiffany's and purchased an expensive engagement ring. 

I took Ashley out to dinner and proposed to her. She accepted. I then took her to my home, tied her to my bed and whipped her. She cried, she begged and she came. I fucked her virgin ass and her pussy and told her that she was mine.

Ashley thanked me for each slap, each whip mark that was laid on her body. She thanked me when I fucked her ass slamming my cock deep inside her. She thanked me when I face fucked her. Her eyes staring, looking worshipfully into mine. She thanked me when I slapped her. She thanked me every time I even looked at her.

***

Monica went home. Desiree was waiting for her. She saw the brand and took care of her. Monica finished working on the Racketeer. She saw the notice in the NY Times that Mitchell Murphy was marrying Ashley Casey and she wept...Monica returned to California and never spoke to her sister, Ashley or any member of her family again. When someone asked her about the brand, she told him or her it had been a foolish mistake. Only she and Desiree knew the full story.

***

In a beautiful ceremony six months later, I married my pregnant bride. Ashley looked radiant in her white gown in the church. Everyone at work was surprised, but Ashley made them all feel at ease as soon as they met her. Claudette was the perfect mother and mother.

Ashley has become the perfect wife and hostess. She has learned what I expect and works very hard to please me in every way.

I took her to Scotland, to a beautiful castle called Inverlochy that I knew that President Grant Adams had taken his bride Kate and there I spanked and flogged her. I ate her pussy and fucked her hard. She sucked my dick as adoringly as ever. I had tattooed "Slave and Wife of Master Mitchell" surrounded by a heart on her leg where it is visible. She asked me to put it there. Ashley, Samantha and Chloe also all wear my collar. At home, it is a collar with a ring for a chain. Outside it is a necklace with my initials. They are all my property.

In the past six months, I have grown to care very deeply for Ashley. I won't say I am in love, but I do love her. She is my devoted wife and slave. Our new home is larger than Claudette's and has a basement. She takes good care of me. She is finishing her studies and will graduate suma cum laude. Under her gown, she will be naked because I will fuck her in the limousine on our way home from her graduation with her graduation cap on her head.

Claudette fired James. He begged to be forgiven, but Claudette would not have someone in her house she couldn't completely trust. She hired a new butler, a woman whose name was Candace. She was Claudette's slave and ate her pussy most nights. Candace was dedicated to Claudette and joined us when I visited her.

Ashley hired James to take care of our house, but with a price. He was branded just as Monica had been. Claudette kept her residence. She visits us often to see her granddaughter. We do not have sex with her mother. Samantha and Chloe live with us and we enjoy them. Everyone in the house works except for my Ashley whose job now is taking care of our daughter and studying for her Master's degree.

Three months after our wedding, Ashley gave birth to my perfect baby girl. She had a long labor and held my hand through the pain. I held my daughter first as she came out of her mother. I looked into her eyes and saw my own. We named her Casey Claudette Mitchell. I insisted. Ashley did not argue with me.

Claudette was thrilled. She knelt at my feet that night after my daughter was born. I flogged her and fucked her all night long. I held her in my arms and told her I that I will always love her. Claudette has vowed never to marry. She still has sex with Morgan but only if I permit it. At times, I join them.

She would always be mine.... Ladies, I am Mitchell Murphy. I used to be the George Clooney of my friends, now I am married with a wife and a beautiful child. I have two other slaves and a submissive that I love very much. I am king of my castle and master of my universe. I still work at my same job except that I received a promotion. I work hard and I play hard. Am I happy? Yes in most ways, I am, but every once in a while I think of what could have been with Claudette.

When I go home at night all my women are down on their knees waiting. My wife, Ashley sucks my cock each and every night when I walk through the door. She allows the other ladies a taste but not until she has made me cum at least once. Her mouth is very talented and she takes me deep past her throat as she stares into my eyes.

My dinner is prepared on time and to my specifications. My house is neat and clean. We entertain my friends and Ashley and the other women wait on us, making sure we all have everything we need. 

I spend time with my baby daughter and at least once or twice a week, I go visit Claudette. Ashley knows and she doesn't mind as long as when I come home I take her into our playroom, flog her and fuck her deep and hard. She craves the flogging because she's still jealous of her mother.

She's asked me if we can have another baby. I told her we can in a year, right now I'm enjoying fucking her and sucking the milk from her breasts. I take her long hair into my hands and use it as I fuck her from behind. But Ashley especially enjoys it when I take her in the shower. She likes me to spank her ass with my wet hands and fuck her there. She enjoys sucking my cock as she kneels before me with the water cascading over her. 

I am Mitchell Murphy and this is my story. Thank you for reading it. Thank you for understanding. I will leave you for now. My dick is hard; my slaves wait on their knees for me in our dungeon. Serious business goes on here; this is not a playroom anymore. I am going to have my fun. They will do everything to please me. My whip is in my hand...I am Master of my Universe.

Ladies, I am Mitchell Murphy, Dom.

***

I thought I was done with this, but Ashley revealed to me as I lay sleeping that she had something to say, so here is Ashley and this is the end.

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***

This is Ashley Casey. I know that you know a great deal about me. I know that you might think that I got my way in all this. I know some of you might think I'm a rich spoiled black bitch, but I am not. I am a very strong, albeit young black woman who fell in love.

There are a few things I wish to share with you about that night; the night with Monica, my mother and my Master. My Master doesn't know that I'm writing this and I'm sure he will punish me; my pussy is wet with anticipation.

I was obsessed. I will admit that. But I was and I still am hopeless in love with Mitchell Murphy.

When I first found out I was pregnant I was ecstatic, then worried that Master wouldn't want me. I wasn't out to trap him. My hope was only that he would keep me. I know that he loves mother and to be honest I have no right to interfere, but my heart wants him, my heart would break if I cannot have Mitchell Murphy as my Master. I am willing to compromise with mother. I am willing to share him.

After I spoke with my grandfather the first time, I called him again and he told me everything. I grew very angry that my aunt had put all of us in this position. I am young, but I am my mother's daughter and I am very strong. I allowed Monica to use me to get revenge; so I formulated my own plan. 

***

Samantha and Chloe were easy to convince because they already belong to my Master. Samantha's loyalties were divided between mother and Master, but I got her in line with my plan because Samantha also loves Master.




The Introduction Ch. 10



My mother, I knew that she would be hurt. I regret that, but I also know that my mother loves me and wants me to be happy; even at the expense of her own happiness.

I prayed when I went for the test that I was pregnant. I believed that I was from that night; that one time when Master had taken my virgin pussy, so I took a chance and got a blood test. The news made my heart burst with delight and wonder. I was carrying Master's child; a child that would look like him.

I saw the look on Master's face when I told him. I saw the look on my mother's face when I revealed this to her. They were both shocked, angry, hurt and in disbelief. I watched Master and saw his anger, but in my heart I knew that he would do the right thing. I've known all along that he belonged with me and I think a part of him knew it too.

Mother was the wild card in all of this. The only way this would work is that Mother needed to submit. If she didn't then Mitch would be with her and it would cause a chasm between us. The only way for us all to be together was for her to submit to him.

When they left the room to talk, for the first time I was worried, but when Master came into the room in those red leather pants, I knew that he would take charge of us all. As he whipped Monica, my mouth salivated. I had to suck him, I had to show him that there was nothing I wouldn't do for him. He is all I think about. He is all that I want. His happiness is my primary concern. I took him in my mouth and watched my mother's face. She knew that I belonged to Master. I saw the look pass between them. She said her good-byes to whatever plan they had made together before coming to the playroom.

***

Monica should have known better than to come after mother and I. She deceived me and got what she deserved. Later I would meet Nathan and learn that he was my half brother. We are friends and family. 

***

After Monica left, everything that was wrong turned right. When Master fucked me, mother, Samantha and Chloe that night it was heaven. He had mother lick my pussy to show her that she had to submit. That is the first and last time that we would ever do this. It was not about sex, but about her submission and in time her slavery to Mitchell. Yes, my mother is his slave. She'd never admit it, but Claudette belongs body and soul to my Master as much as I do, maybe even more because I know that Master loves her. Mitchell Murphy adores my mother, but he loves me too.

Master did not talk to me for two very long days. I was anxious and nervous. Mother and I barely spoke; she spent most of her time in her room crying.

Master called and invited me to dinner. I accepted and dressed in my very best. The limousine pulled up and I got in. Master unzipped his pants and all the way, I sucked his beautiful cock. He creamed into my mouth as we got to the restaurant. I was in Heaven.

Master proposed to me at "One If By Land", the most romantic restaurant in New York City during dessert. Master got on one knee and presented me with a beautiful pink round diamond engagement ring surrounded by two pear shaped diamonds. I was surprised by his public declaration of love and ecstatic. In front of a room full of strangers, I accepted to loud applause. Master took me in his arms and kissed me hard on the lips. He held my hand.

In the limousine, Master spanked me. "You belong to me now." SLAP! 

"You are my slave forever!" SLAP!

" You will always do as I wish!" SLAP!

My ass was very sore, but my pussy was very wet. I thanked him for ever spank.

He took me to his home and stripped me naked, kissing my lips hard, capturing them. He was demanding and in charge.

"Thank you Master. Thank you for punishing me." I said to him because I was grateful, very grateful that he chose me as his wife/slave. Master tied me to his bed and took off his belt. He whipped me. I thanked him for this. He needed to whip me. He needed to know that I could take it. He needed to know that I was his to do as he pleased. I cried from the pain and from the pleasure of knowing that every day for the rest of my life, this man would own me completely. I came hard from his whipping. The pain turned into wonderful pleasure. Master felt my pussy and he smiled. His dazzling smile left me breathless.

I saw his cock, it was larger than I've ever seen it. Master put on a condom and lubed his massive prick. He had tied me to his bed on my knees. I knew what he would do next as he grabbed my hips and shoved his prick that I worshiped so much, into my virgin ass. I screamed my thanks to him for taking me there as the pain sliced into me, my hands balling into fists as the throbbing pain coursed through my body. He had taken both my virgin holes and would be the only man to ever take them. I am truly grateful and I thanked him. Master fucked my ass hard. He slammed into it. He cursed me, he praised me, he took me and I came over and over again.

He did not come then, but pulled out and took off the condom. Grabbing my hips hard in his hands, Master thrust into my pussy and triggering the most violent orgasm I have ever had. I felt this orgasm from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes that curled from the intensity. Master told me that I was his. Master told me that he would never leave me. Master told me that each and every day with every whipping, every spanking, every fucking and every time he tied me to his bed that I was his. I belonged only to him.

He pulled out and untied me and then Master slapped my face. He slapped my face once, twice and a third time and then kissed me hard. "The slap was to let you know that if you betray me I will make you suffer more than you've ever known. The slap is also for allowing Monica to use you. The slap is further to let you know that I will never slap you again." He said as he pushed me down onto the bed, his body over mine and thrust himself into me. He fucked me for several minutes and I came again, but Master's cock was still hard. He still hadn't cum.

He pulled out of my soaking pussy and brought his dick up to my mouth. I held his ass as he was over my face, his knees on the sides of my head, his cock in my mouth shoving himself into me, making me gag. He was punishing me for mother, for Monica, for all of it and I was grateful. I stared into his eyes. I wanted him to know that I appreciated all of it. I love my Master with my whole heart and soul. 

Master pulled out of my mouth and gently inserted himself into my pussy. He kissed my face and moved his hips. He made love to me. I cried and I thanked him for his kindness. I wrapped my legs around his back and he whispered in my ear, "You are mine Ashley. Your body is mine. I will grow to love you. You are having my baby. You will be my wife. You are mine."

He kissed me tenderly and as tears rolled down my eyes I said once again, "Thank You Master, thank you."

The next day I woke and stared at my Master asleep in the bed. I marveled at how beautiful he was and I stroked his hair. My lips began to kiss down his body. I captured his prick with my mouth and worshipped it. Master woke up and fucked my mouth hard. He would always start his day this way and my breakfast was always his semen down my throat.

***

Mother helped me with the wedding. We do not speak of her and Master. We are mother and daughter. I moved in with Master a week after he proposed. He began training me that night. We went house hunting and found the perfect house in New York with a basement and bedrooms for Chloe and Samantha who will live with us as our slaves. They love Master and have agreed to this until such time, as they wish to leave. Everyone is here because they want to be here.

The basement has been turned into a dungeon. Master takes us all there for punishment or his pleasure. 

***

My belly is getting bigger and Master has gone to all my doctor appointments. He has seen the ultrasound of his baby. It is a girl and he is pleased. 

He tells me that he loves fucking my pregnant pussy. It feels different to him. He often lays his head on my stomach and talks to our baby girl.

***

Master and I got married in a beautiful ceremony at our church. I wore a white maternity wedding gown, which I purchased at Kleinfelds. My mother paid for the wedding. My brother Nathan, my grandfather and the man who I will always call father was there. All of Master's friends were there. They were all surprised by our engagement since no one ever thought Master would get married. Samantha and Chloe were my bridesmaids.

As I walked down the aisles with mother walking beside me, all I could see was Master. I was nervous and excited. Mother put my hand into his and he looked at her. I could see the love they share, but he is mine. I still get jealous sometimes, but I keep that to myself. 

As we said our "I do's" and kissed, Master whispered in my ear, "You belong to me now legally. You bear my name and carry my child. I will always be here for you. I will always own you and you will always please me."

I responded to him by whispering, "I belong to you. I am your slave and will always aim to do my very best to please you."

Our reception was fun and we danced together. I thanked my mother for giving me a beautiful wedding and watched as tears fell from her eyes. I know that some of the tears were regret that it was not her.

Master and I spent our wedding night at home with Chloe and Samantha. Master allowed Samantha to fuck me as I ate Chloe. He then fucked my ass and came deep inside me. The next day we went to Scotland where we stayed in a beautiful Castle.

I was flogged and fucked every day of our time there and Master even fucked me outside. He ate my pussy with such tenderness and laid his head on my belly feeling our child move inside me. I thanked him for the most wonderful honeymoon.

When we returned home, he took me to a tattoo parlor. He had tattooed, "Slave and Wife of Master Mitchell" surrounded by a heart put on my right leg where everyone can see it.

I asked him to put it there. I am proud to be his slave and more importantly his wife. I am Ashley Murphy. 

We decided together to get me a collar. We held a collaring ceremony. During the day, all of us wear a necklace with Master's initials. At night, we wear a metal collar with a ring so that Master may attach a leash. We are all his property.

I know that Master is not in love with me, but I also know that he loves me. I love our new home and I make sure it is spotless. The three women in his life ensure that Master has everything he wants, everything he needs.

***

My mother fired James. James had been with her for years. I understood why she fired him. James was loyal to me and I went to Master on my knees and begged him to hire James. I have a trust of my own that I gave to Master so we are quite wealthy. Master agreed to hire James on one condition, that he be branded. James agreed. He works for us now, but lives elsewhere. 

I went into labor on a very early August morning. Master took me to the hospital. I was in labor for nearly a day before I gave birth to our daughter. Master stayed with me the entire time. He held my hand and talked me through it. When I pushed the baby out, Master was the first to hold her. 

Her name is Casey Claudette Mitchell. Master named her. I did not fight him on this. She belongs to him. 

My mother spent the night of my daughter's birth with my Master. I cried thinking about this. Mother comes over all the time and is a wonderful doting grandmother. I notice the diamond ring she wears on her wedding finger. It's not as big as mine, but I know that Master gave it to her. 

***

I graduated from college five months later and in the limo on the way home with my cap on my head and my naked body under my gown, Master fucked me. 

I am now working on my master's degree in psychology; that is my job along with raising Casey. Master has told me that if I wish I can take a job outside of the house after Casey goes to school. I don't think I want to. I enjoy studying and I enjoy taking care of Master. 

Master got a promotion at work and is now one step away from being President of the company. I am extremely proud of him.

I am very happy and very satisfied. When he comes home at night, we are all waiting for him down on our knees. I suck his cock every night as he walks through the door and every morning before he awakens. I am his alarm clock.

We all have dinner together and he spends time with our daughter. I can see how much he loves her. We entertain often. I am only sad when Master leaves to visit my mother. While he is gone, I keep myself busy. He visits her once a week usually on Sunday. I know that she goes with him on business trips. Although sometimes he takes me. 

When he returns home from being with Mother, he takes me to the dungeon and punishes me because he knows that I am still jealous. He then fucks me deep and hard. Chloe and Samantha help him. I crave his punishment. I shouldn't be jealous. I belong to him.

Several weeks ago, I asked him if we could have another baby. Master said we could in a year, but not until because he loves sucking the milk from my breasts and he also wants Casey to have my full attention for a while longer. 

I never call Master by his first name except when I am invited to his office. I either call him Master or Sir.

Right now, I am waiting for him to come home so I may show him what I've written. I'm sure he will punish me. I am looking forward to being over his knee. 

*** 

I hold little Casey in my arms and kiss her face which looks so much like her father's. I love Mitchell Murphy. I am his and he is mine. I am his slave. 

Monica truly hurt my mother. I don't speak of her or too her. I don't even go to her movies. She is dead to me, but I do have to thank her for one thing. She gave me to the man I was meant to be with. 

I am Ashley Casey Murphy, wife, mother and slave and I am truly happy.

***

This is Mitchell Murphy once again. I've read what my wife has written and I've taken her over my knee. I'm not really angry, but she didn't ask permission to write this. I know that she is jealous of Claudette and I don't really give a fuck because Ashley knows that she belongs to me and so does Claudette. 

I will spank her and then fuck her. I love her. I love Claudette. They are both mine along with Samantha and Chloe.

In time I know that Ashley will not be jealous of her mother. She's still very young and knows that she will in all probability be with me longer. She's a beautiful strong young woman and every day I feel her love.

After I've spanked and fucked Ashley, I go into the nursery and see my daughter who is standing up in her crib holding out her arms. I am her slave and will always do my best by her.

I hold her in my arms...I will raise her to be the best person she can be. I will teach her all that I know. I will always let her know that I love her mother. 

I am Mitchell Murphy and to you I say goodbye for now.



The Introduction of Sarah



I first met Sarah shortly after my fiancée and I got together. He introduced her to me, as they were really close friends from High School. Sarah and I got along beautifully and became friends quickly. We spent a lot of time together when she wasn't in college.

My fiancée Daryl and I used to sit and talk about her late into the night sometimes. He kept telling me how she wanted me and that she was really interested in being with a female, but I didn't believe him.

One afternoon Sarah and I went out to lunch. We were sitting there over coffee after we had finished eating our meal. I was taking a sip of my coffee when Sarah suddenly started rattling on about her ass and how she loved women's asses and she wanted me to tell her what I thought of her ass and her breasts. I thought I was going to choke on my coffee for a moment but I was able to regain my composure. I cleared my throat, setting my coffee cup down I smiled and thought of what I was going to say to say to her. Sarah sat there staring at me. I took a deep breath and I began to speak to her;

"Well, Sarah, I would have never guessed that you were interested in knowing the pleasures of being with a woman. I must say I am a little surprised."

Sarah just smiled at me. Then she leaned forward and whispered;

"I really like you a lot Amanda. I have never felt this comfortable with a woman before. You excite me, you make me wet, I desire you and I want to be with you."

I just sat there with my mouth open. I didn't know what to say.

Sarah spoke to me again;

"Amanda, I hope that you don't hate me now. I just felt that I could tell you these things. I thought that maybe you would be interested in me as well. Well would you at least tell me what you think of my body? Do you think that I am at least a little desirable to women?"

I took a sip of my coffee, all the while my mind was screaming over and over 'She wants you Amanda...She really wants you Amanda.' I set down my cup again. I turned and I smiled at her, looking deep into her eyes as I figured out how to word what I wanted to say. Then I spoke to her;

"Well, Sarah; I am flattered that you are attracted to me. I will be honest with you, I find several women attractive, however I am engaged and well I won't be unfaithful. I think that you are very attractive as well. I just don't know if I am the one that should introduce you into the pleasures of being a woman."

Sarah sat there for a moment. Then spoke to me;

"Well, what if I felt okay with Daryl being there?"

I thought for a moment. I had told Daryl about how open I was. He wasn't offended by the idea and well he had actually been a little receptive to having someone else with us in bed once in awhile. I leaned back and spoke softly;

"I will speak to him about it and if it is okay with him then we can maybe make this happen. Are you okay with that answer?"

Sarah nodded her head.

We got up, grabbed our things, paid our bill and walked out to the car. We were both silent as we drove to her home. Once we were inside she sat down on the couch and stared at the floor. Then she sat forward and leaned her head on her hands. I asked her what was wrong. She told me that she wanted to do it soon. I smiled and assured her that I would speak with Daryl this evening when we were relaxing. She was okay with this.

I stayed there and we visited while we cleaned her house. Soon it came time for me to go home. I smiled softly at her as I was standing near the door. Sarah walked over to me, standing close, I looked down and I could see the swells of her ample breasts from within her shirt. She hugged me tight then she whisper to me;

"Will you at least kiss me good-bye Amanda...just a kiss?"

I sighed as I hugged her back. Smiling into her eyes, I leaned forward my lips a fraction of an inch from hers. My hands slid across her back, over her sides, my palms gently cupped her breasts momentarily then slid up her chest coming to rest after I had her face cupped in my hands.

I could feel her trembling, her breasts were rising and falling as she breathed deeply. The feeling of them barely brushing against my arms as they moved made my own breasts feel heavy and the nipples harden.

I watched as she closed her eyes, felt the gentle brush of her tongue against my lips as she licked hers nervously. I closed my eyes as I leaned forward my lips gently touching hers. I could feel her breasts, nipples pebble hard, against mine. Sarah sighed, her lips parting as she did so. I moaned softly as I slid my tongue slowly into her mouth. I felt her freeze when our tongues touched. I spoke ever so softly;

"Relax sweetie. We aren't going to go any farther than a kiss. I am not here to make you do anything you don't want to do."

I felt her relax. My tongue danced and mated with hers sensually slow. I felt her hands come to rest on my hips. I slowly withdrew my tongue, looking at her. She let out a whisper of a sigh as I moved away from her. I smiled as I looked her standing there with her eyes still closed, her lips parted slightly and glistening from the slight wetness of my mouth. She smiled as she opened her eyes slowly. I jiggled my keys and she almost jerked at the sound.

She thanked me for spending the day with her. I thanked her for having me then walked out the door and I left.

That evening as Daryl and I sat together on the couch I spoke to him about what had transpired over lunch. He wasn't against that happening however he left the decision up to me.

I called her a few weeks later on a Wednesday afternoon. We were sitting on the phone talking. Sarah began telling me that she had rekindled her romance with, Doug, her high school sweetheart. He had married and divorced. Just recently he had moved back into the state. They had hooked back up and were seeing each other again. I chuckled softly as she reassured me that she had already spoken with him about her and I. Sarah told me that everything was kosher if we still wanted to plan on things, the only catch was Doug wanted to be there. I didn't have a problem with it and I told her I would speak with Daryl.

Since we were trying to hook up that weekend, I called Daryl at work during his lunch hour and presented the change of plans. He didn't have the slightest thing against it, he wanted whatever I wanted.

I called Sarah back and we made plans for that Saturday evening.

Daryl and I walked into the dimly lit lounge of the Mexican restaurant that we had arranged to meet at. Not seeing them there we went and sat at the bar. Daryl ordered a rum and coke and I ordered an iced tea. We sat there talking softly with each other. We heard Sarah call out our names, we both turned, her and Doug were just sitting down at a booth. Sarah was motioning us over. We grabbed our drinks and joined them. They both ordered drinks and we chatted until we were done with them. Doug left a tip for the hostess and we left. We all agreed to go, pick up an X-rated movie then go to Doug's apartment.

Doug opened the door, holding open as we all went inside. He switched on the light, Daryl and I sat on the couch and they sat on the love seat. We chatted aimlessly for a few.

Sarah was anxious, she was fidgeting. I stood up. Leaned down, grabbed the adult flick and walked over to the VCR. I slid it in and started it. Doug asked me to turn the volume way down so his neighbors wouldn't hear. When I did this Sarah put in a music CD and the sounds of Enigma filled the apartment.

We sat there watching the video for a few. Daryl and turned to each other as we started kissing and caressing each other. The movie had turned us both on. I watched out of the corner of my eye and saw Sarah and Doug kissing and touching each other as well.

Sarah kept stopping and watching me. I smiled and whispered to Daryl;

"Why don't you get comfy, I want to see you stroke your hard cock baby."

I stood up and I slowly swayed and danced around the living room stripping off my clothes as I did so. I felt excited as I saw Doug urging Sarah to join me. Sarah moved nervously out into the middle of the living room. I had to help her relax. I wanted her first time to be enjoyable. I walked over to her my breasts full and heavy, nipples hard, my shaved pussy moistened as I glanced over and saw that both of our men had shed their clothes and were sitting there their cocks hard and standing erect.

I slowly began undressing Sarah. My hands caressing over her soft smooth skin as I removed item after item of her clothing. Soon she was standing before me naked. I stepped back and I allowed myself to look at her body. She has full voluptuous breasts, her nipples were hard and dusty rose colored, she had a satiny smooth tummy, her hips were womanly and full, her pussy was covered with neatly trimmed almost black hair her thighs creamy and trembling. I walked over to her and I took her into my arms. Hugging her close I whispered into her ear;

"Do you want to go on? We can stop right here if you'd like."

Sarah shook her head no.

I placed her hands on my hips, whispering for her to relax and allow herself to feel and explore. Then she shyly leaned and kissed me. I opened my mouth slightly and she slowly slid her tongue inside my warm wet mouth. I moaned softly as I once again was able to taste the sweetness of her almost virgin mouth. It really excited me to know that I was the only woman to ever taste her. She moaned as our tongues mated slowly at first, then more passionately as she allowed herself to get lost in us.

I pulled her warm supple body to mine, our breasts pressed together, our nipples hard, poking into each other. Sarah broke the kiss and she stepped back, both of our faces were flushed slightly as our desire for each other continued to slowly burn stronger and stronger. She let her eyes travel over my body, she smiled as her eyes took in my milky white breasts, the contrast of my tan lines even evident in the dim light, my tummy taut and tanned, my hips wider and more womanly than hers, she moaned as she moved down to my smooth, swollen glistening pussy, my thighs velvety and inviting.

I smiled as I saw a hunger enter her eyes. I pulled her close, pressing my hips against hers, I slid my hands over her hips. I could feel her soft pubic hair tickling my pussy as our hips pressed together, slowly grinding. I leaned and softly nibbled at the sweet skin of her neck. She quivered against me. Then she was like a hungry starving animal. She slid her arms around me, pulling me close, she kissed me hard and passionately, and I kissed her just as passionately. My hands slid up along her hips, up her tummy, over her sides and then gently cupped her full breast, gently squeezing them and caressing them. Sarah moaned as my fingers found her hard nipples, rolling them and squeezing them firmly. She pressed hips harder against mine. Sarah's hands slid down over my ass, firmly grasping them in and squeezing as she attempted to press even closer.

I slowly started moving us down towards the carpet. We sank lower and lower until we were kneeling in front of each other. Our hands roamed almost hungrily over each other's body. Her hand brushed against my aching pussy. I groaned as my hips thrust forward, my cunt aching to feel her fingers and her mouth. I lowered my head, my tongue circling over each nipple as my hand slid between her thighs. My finger slid in between her hot dripping folds, gliding along her dripping tight slit and coming to rest as it touched her swollen twitching clit.

Sarah gasped as my fingers circled and rubbed her clit, her hips thrusting back and forth against my hand. Her head falling back as her body began to move of its own accord. I was almost ready to cum as I watched her moving with such unleashed passion at my touch. Then I stopped. Her eyes flew open and she groaned, whimpering;

"Amanda? I need you."

I slowly laid her back on the carpet. Her thighs spread apart for me as I knelt between them. My fingers teased her spasming tight slit. I slid one finger in deep as I nibbled on her trembling thighs. I looked over at the guys; they were stroking their hard cock fast, moaning loudly, their hips thrust as they jerked their cocks hard. I could see their heads covered with precum. They watch Sarah and I intently. I motioned with my other hands for them to come over and join us. Then I purred as I slid another finger into Sarah's hot tight hole. My hips grinding into the floor as my mouth covered her pulsing pussy. My tongue sliding between her swollen lips and flicking over her clit faster and faster, my fingers, dripping with her juices, plunging in and out of her cunt. Her hips were bucking up and down hard in perfect rhythm as I finger fucked her sweet pussy.

I felt hands lifting my ass into the air as I sucked and nibbled her pussy and clit. I looked up Sarah's writhing body, groaning as I saw Daryl poised over her face, stroking his cock almost feverishly. I raised my head, replacing my fingers where my mouth was. I moaned as I spoke to Daryl;

"That's it baby, oh I want to see you fucking her sweet mouth, now."

That was all the prompting that he needed. He groaned as he slid his massive cock deep into her mouth. I gasped as I felt Doug's pulsing cock spread my dripping cunt lips apart. Doug growled animalistically as he slammed his cock deep into my tiny tight cunt. I arched and cried out. Daryl began panting and grunting as he fucked sweet Sarah's mouth. I took her cunt into my mouth again, my tongue slipping into her wet hole. My hands slid under her ass and over her hips, I gripped her against my tongue and mouth hard as she thrust and bucked against me. My nose slid over her almost spasming clit each time Doug slammed his rock hard cock deep in my rippling and spasming cunt, my walls gripping almost vice like.

Sarah reached up and cupped Daryl's balls, with her other hand she raked her nails over his thighs, hips and stomach. My tongue fucked her cunt wildly. Sarah arched, her body shaking, I could feel her pussy swelling clinging to my tongue. Daryl hissed and pulled his cock out of her mouth his hand gripping just below the shaft hard. He broke out into a sweat as he squeezed and jerked his cock hard, as he stopped himself from cumming. Doug almost yelled as he took his cock out of my cunt and pressed it hard against my ass cheek. Straining and growling as he tried to stop the flow of cum. I felt a few hot burning globs fall against my ass. Then he pulled away and gripped the head of his cock. His body shaking as he willed his orgasm away.

Sarah arched her ass off the ground, screaming out as her body begins shaking. Her body tense as I pull her harder against me;

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Sarah's hot cum flooded into my mouth. Swallowing every last drop as she jerked and spasmed before me. Her sweet nectar fuel to my passion. I released her precious cunt from my mouth and I slid up her body and kissed her tenderly and passionately. She moaned as she tasted her cum from my lips and mouth. I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her close. Releasing her, I turned around and slid between her thighs and positioned our cunts against one another.

Doug slid behind her and Daryl slid behind me. Daryl slid the engorged head of his cock between my ass cheeks, I pressed back against him, moaning as his cock pressed harder against my tiny pink pucker. I gasped as the head of his slid quickly into my tight ass. His cock was bigger and harder than I ever felt before. My asshole snapping tight into place over the rim of his cock. Shaking and panting as I asked him to stop;

"Stop. God...wait, wait, please let me get used to you."

Daryl paused for a moment and then as we watched Sarah cry out and grab my hand, her nails digging in deep, I whimpered at the slight pain of her nails, Doug groaned and hissed;

"Fuckkkkkkkkk Babyyyyyy!! Your ass is so fucking tight!"

I arched and cried out as Daryl couldn't contain himself anymore and slammed his huge cock into my ass, the head hitting bottom hard. My hips thrust forward, grinding my clit hard against Sarah's. Sarah looked into my eyes as our men started pumping their cocks in and out of our asses. We held hands, all of us lying on the floor, our legs intertwined. Sarah and I thrust with our men, pressing back hard against them, our pussies rocking and grinding against each other.

I panted, smiling at Sarah as we moved against each other, our thrust becoming faster and faster as Daryl and Doug fucked us harder and faster. I could feel my orgasm drawing closer, Sarah and I sobbing, whimpering as our tight ass were ravaged by our men. Our hands squeezing tighter and tighter, our sobbing turning into cries of pleasure, Sarah's rubbing feverishly against mine and mine against hers. I screamed out;

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK!! YESSSSSSSSSS AHHHHHHH AHHHHHHH AHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH IM GONNA CUM, IM GONNA CUM!!"

Sarah screamed out as she arched and bucked against my cunt, I pumped feverishly against hers. Daryl was grunting and panting in my ear;

"You little sluts are so hot together!! Shittttttttttttttttttttttt!! OHHHHHHHHH BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!! IM GOING TO CUMMMMMMM!!"

Daryl gripped my hips hard and slammed his cock in deep. His cock swollen and jerking. Doug growled and softly bit into Sarah's shoulder as he grunted with each thrust. Doug arched his head back and cried out as he shot wad after wad of his cum deep into Sarah's ass. Sarah shook and spasmed as I felt her hot cum flooding against my pussy, I screamed, my hips jerking hard and slamming back, straining forward, my hot cum mixing with Sarah's, our thighs wet from our cum. Daryl hissed and grabbed my hair, jerking my head back, his cock spewing stream after stream of cum into my ass;

"DOES THAT FEEL GOOD YOU LITTLE SLUT??!! MMMMHHMMM I KNOW THAT YOU WANTED ME TO FUCK YOUR ASS HARD!!"

Our sounds of intense orgasms filled the apartment. The cries' becoming sobs, the sobs becoming gasps. Our bodies were relaxing from the frenzied coupling. We all lay together, holding each other, stroking and caressing, softly kissing and tasting. Soon Sarah was almost asleep and we slowly untangled from each other. I leaned down and I kissed Sarah softly on the lips. Taking Daryl's hand we got up out of the floor and went into the spare room and went to bed, leaving Doug and Sarah in living room.

The next morning we all sat at the table, eating our breakfast and talking of when we could do this again. Sarah and I just smiling at each other.



The Introduction to Instruction



So I have had a mild fantasy about being dominated by a man in bed. I talked with him about this fantasy of mine, and he said he needed to think about it. So I had a chance to visit that very wonderful boyfriend of mine, and I will be damned if he did not get bossy with me in the bedroom. He blindfolded my eyes and restrained my hands above my head. Then he started to tease my nipples. Just barely...and it was torture as he was biting my neck, licking my lips, cupping my vulva in his left hand and teasing my clit with his right, and he was kissing me, but instructed me not to kiss him back...then he allowed me to. It was delicious. His tongue was warm, and tasted of cigarettes and a beer we had just shared...I love that taste...his lips were soft, and delicate, and luscious. His goatee tickles me each time we kiss.

"Get your ass in the bedroom, take off all of your clothes, and get on your knees on the mattress, now."

So I walked in, stripped down and when I turned around he was there, naked and VERY hard, with a condom in his hand. 

He barked at me. "Did I tell you to look at me? No I did not. Get your ass on the bed."

So I did exactly what he said to do, and he spanked me for not obeying the first time. I got on all fours and I could hear him putting his condom on. I heard him roll it down to the base of his penis, and then he came up behind me. I could feel the heat from his body against my legs, and then I felt his cock against my pussy. So he just barely presses the tip of his penis against my vagina, and then takes it away. 

I moaned and he spanked me saying, "if I want anything from you I will let you know, now BE QUIET!"

So I got quiet. He reached his right hand around and found my clitoris. He just barely touched the very tip of it, and I thought I was gonna die. I could not help it, and I moaned again. This time he did not spank me or get upset.

"You like that, don't you? You want my cock in your pussy? Tell me- and be very clear about what you want or you wont get anything at all!"

"I want your cock inside me," I said hesitantly.

It was evidently not clear enough because then I felt him put his penis at the entrance of my ass and press in a bit. 

"Here??" He asked. 

I moaned, it felt really good, but it scared me a little, too. "No, please, I want your cock in my pussy," I clarified.

He then said, "What do you want me to do with it? Just leave it there? Tell me!"

"I want you to fuck me."

So he did. He proceeded to push in really hard and he started to fuck me, and hard, too. I was not expecting that. He rammed it in as far as it would go. The nice thing about his dick is that it is about 6 inches long, and there is always just a tad that will not fit in, so when we are making that really sweet love, he will ride up higher on me, and the base of his penis rubs my clit very nicely. Not today. He rammed in as deep and hard as it would possibly go. I could feel him hitting my cervix each time, and while it did not hurt per se, it was a newer sensation for me. And it felt awesome to have him completely inside me. 

I felt him grab my hips and lock his hands down tight, and he started to pull my hips against his harder- then he said something I did not expect. 

"If you want to come, you have to ask me for permission first. Do not come with out asking me, Little One." 

And then he really let go on me. He kept slapping my ass really hard and humping me like a dog in heat. Then he told me to give him my hands. I reached back and he grabbed them, and pulled me up and toward him with them. Then he rammed his cock in hard and deep again, but he did not pull out. I could feel his penis throbbing inside my vagina, and it was a very intense sensation of pressure. At first it hurt, but as he would pull out and then ram in again, he would keep pushing his cock in real hard, and I could feel my orgasm start. He felt it too. 

He slapped my ass and yelled, "What did I tell you?"

I cried out as he let go of my arms, and then he started to hump me hard and slow, with his hand around my hip again, and he was rubbing my clit again. 

I begged him, "Please let me cum."

"Not yet," was his only reply, as he rubbed my clit faster. 

It was all I could do to not orgasm. Finally he said, "you may have your orgasm now." 

He put his hands on my hips again and started to hump me light and fast. 

"May I touch myself?" 

He said he would allow it, and so I began to rub my clit as his cock pushed in and out of me over and over. I felt the heat wave begin, starting in my clit, and rushing outward to the extremities of my body. 

My vagina convulsed like it always does, squeezing his cock rhythmically. 

"Good girl, let it come out, keep going Little One!"

I finally finished my orgasm, and he took his penis out of my vagina, and then would gently push back into me, poking deeply inside of me. He told me how good I was, how obedient I was, and that he was pleased. He kept pushing in and pulling out gently. Then he pulled out completely and just rubbed my labia and vagina with his cock. Then I felt him move up and down my perineum. As he would go downward, he would let it barely push into my vagina and then slip farther down and rub my clit. Then he would rub it upward and gently push against my ass, circling the head around the entrance, pushing against it just barely. 

Then he took the condom off.

"Now it is time to really fuck, baby."

"May I please get on my back?" 

He nodded and smiled, and stepped away from me to let me roll over. My arms and legs were weak from the work I had endured, and then he got onto the bed, and lay between my legs, and just rubbed his penis on the entrance of my vagina, and then upward and teased my clit with it. I love the way his cock feels without a condom. I can feel the veins, the texture, and I know he loves it. 

He smiled at me. "What would you like me to do now, Little One? Be very clear". 

I looked into those oh-so-beautiful dark brown eyes and replied, "make some slow and sweet love with me."

He obliged me. 

He very gently moved his penis back down, rubbed the tip of it against my vaginal opening, and just barely pushed the head in, only about half it was in, and then he pulled it out. 

"Are you certain that is what you want? Maybe I should just fuck you some more". 

"No sir, please allow me to have your cock in my pussy, and grind me with slow and sweet motions." 

At this he smiled and said, "good girl". 

Then he placed his penis at the opening of my vagina again, and with great care and gentleness, he slowly pushed his cock into my hole. Then when he was in as far as he could go, he moved up on my hips and changed up the angle of pressure on my clitoris. Then he started to move. Very slowly, in and then gently pulling out almost all the way and then in again, and each time he pushed in again, it was barely a little faster and harder. Within a couple of minutes, he was thrusting deeply inside me, with a wonderful rhythm, looking deeply into my eyes. He makes the best eye contact, ever. His hips were grinding against mine, the base of his penis rubbing my clit harder and harder, his hips moving from thrusting in and out to tasty circular motions...

Then I felt it. 

When he is about to orgasm, I can feel his cock getting bigger and thicker in my vagina. I felt the changes happening, and then I felt my own orgasm building again. 

I begged him to let me cum. He looked into my eyes and nodded, but then I saw it in his eyes. His pupils dilated, his breathing got ragged and I could feel his cock about to blow inside me. He stared into my eyes, breathing heavily. So I let my restraint go and as I felt his cock releasing his semen into my body, a heavy stream of thick semen, and my own orgasm hit me harder than the first one, and all I could feel was his throbbing cock, his cum, the base of his penis moving quickly against my clit- it was intense, and wonderful.

The moments after the orgasm are almost as good as the orgasm for us. He pulled out and lay down next to me, cradling me in his arms. He kissed me gently, tracing my eyebrows with his fingers.

"Well, Little One, your training has now begun, and I am confident that with discipline and training, you will get even better."

To be very honest, I cannot wait for the first opportunity to disobey...the thought of punishment delights me to no end. Stay tuned!