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The Meeting Ch. 01

By: Limbhugger



…”Well, welcome to our home. It isn’t much but it’s ours.” Eli’s arm waved in invitation.

Melody stepped inside fully aware that she was crossing a threshold far beyond that of merely entering a home. Tara waited patiently behind her, holding the screen door open as Melody maneuvered her bag inside. Eli set down her suitcase and extended his hand to take the duffel bag from Melody. 

She entered the house and took a slow look around as she struggled against the swarm of emotions and thoughts buzzing inside her head. She was more comfortable than when she’d first stepped off the plane but she was still very nervous.

“It’s nice. I really like the way you guys decorated. Very homey and comfortable.” Melody smiled quickly, her eyes batting about and daring to only steal quick glances at her hosts.

Tara stood behind her smiling slightly, a look on her face that puzzled Eli. It was the look that there was something on her mind but what it was he couldn’t be sure of. The idea of that made him both excited and anxious.

“Thank you for the compliment Melody,” Tara’s eyes remained locked on the nervous face before her, “Get me a beer Eli.” Tara broke her studying gaze just long enough to catch Eli’s eyes and then she returned to looking at Melody.

Melody could feel the strength of her eyes on her and her cheeks began to warm. Her hands, held at her waist, twisted and wrung with nervous energy. She had truly come to treasure both these wonderful people whom she’d been interacting with for so long. Tara and Eli slowly worked themselves into her mind, her heart, her soul. Each of them so different and unique yet so much the same. She cared deeply for them both.

But she felt a sudden urge to accompany Eli into the other room so as not to be alone with Tara. She knew that Eli would make no demands of her. Knew too that Tara would. She had grown to crave, perhaps need Tara’s demands. The strong woman pulling from her all that is true. Exposing Melody’s naked soul to her caring eyes and forcing Melody to see her true self. Melody truly believed that Tara had made her a better person through her careful manipulation that could be both harsh and gentle. But now, here in her presence, inside of her home, standing before her and at her mercy, Melody felt a shudder of trepidation. Not because she feared Tara at all, but because she feared herself. Feared whether she would be able to handle all that she knew Tara would pull from her. Feared not being able to live up to Tara’s expectations. It was all unfounded fear borne of her insecurities and deep desire to please. Melody knew that, but she felt powerless to control it.

Yet, she didn’t move. She didn’t call out to Eli. Her eyes simply batted and darted about. The deeper need to be near Tara overpowering her anxiety.

At the command, Eli looked at Tara. ”Sure Baby. Can I get you something Melody?”

Just as Melody was about to answer Tara spoke, “She’ll wait.” Her eyes again looked to Eli, “So will you. Just one beer for now Eli”

Without another word, he turned and exited the room. Melody became aware of her quickened heart. Her pulse began to race at being alone with this strong and confident woman. A woman who had invaded her mind and pulled from her the inner truth she so craved to share but was unable to simply give. Needing for that truth to be brought out through careful orchestration. Indeed, Tara had been engaged with Melody as her online dominant for sometime now. But the relationship they had developed extended far deeper than that. They had grown to be true friends. The give and take, dominance and submission a key part but far from the only part. She trusted Tara completely but knew well that the woman had devious plans in store for her. And by coming all this way, by crossing through that front door, Melody had willingly surrendered herself to the mercy of this couple. Placed herself in Tara’s palm. Blanket acceptance of whatever was in store for her.

Just as Eli’s back disappeared from view, Tara’s fingers rose and gently stroked Melody’s soft blonde hair. The younger girl’s breath came short at the touch. The strange feeling of wanton trepidation spread through her. Her eyes fluttered slightly as Tara smiled warmly and lovingly stroked her hair. Melody was surprised at just how comfortable the touch made her. Just how pleasing it was to her to be the recipient of the caress. 

But just as she was beginning to breathe normally Tara wrapped her red-nailed fingers into Melody’s hair and firmly pulled her head straight back. Melody gasp slightly at the slow strong pull that came in deep contrast to the loving strokes. Tara held her head back so that her neck was exposed and taught. Mild pain seeped from her scalp. 

Tara brought her face very close to Melody’s. “Welcome to my home Melody.” Tara’s tone was quiet yet confident. “There is only one rule here and that is that I am in charge. Obey that rule and you’ll please me very much. Forget that rule and I will be sure you never forget it again.” With that, Tara released her hair. Her stern look again melted into a warm smile.

Melody’s head instinctively fell completed forward, her chin rested on her chest. Tara smiled at her with great satisfaction. The quick simple act immediately brought about her natural state of subservience. Melody felt herself rapidly slipping into that state and had to intentionally stop herself from literally dropping to her knees. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was thanking Tara for knowing her so well and for forcing, indeed allowing, her to be her true self.

Eli returned with the cold beer in hand and felt the emotional change in the air. He noticed Melody’s stance and demeanor and looked to Tara. Her eyes flashed away from Melody and warmly returned Eli’s gaze. An almost quizzical look crossed her face in silent mocking as if to say “what?”

“Soooo…You two getting comfortable?” Eli moved to hand Tara her beer.

“Shut up Eli.” Tara stated flatly. Just as Melody had moments before, Eli’s eyes opened wide at the unexpected sharp demand. Then his head too dipped slightly. The subtle sign of subservience just as telling as Melody’s had been. And just as pleasing to Tara.

Tara eyed them both for a moment enjoying her obvious power. “Both of you get naked. C’mon lets go. Get your clothes off.” She waved her hand to indicate to get on with the task.

Instinctively Melody and Eli glanced at one another. A look that didn’t go unnoticed.

“What the fuck was that?” Tara asked in apparent disbelief. “What’s wrong sweetheart, one simple rule too complicated for you? Huh? The very first thing I tell you to do and you screw it up. What are you looking at him for? Approval?”

Both Melody and Eli stood in uneasy silence. Neither dared to look up from the floor. Melody’s mind silently screamed out in self-admonishment. She was suddenly very sad for having not made it more than five minutes inside the home before she disappointed Tara. To disappoint Tara truly hurt Melody. It was as akin to sin as Melody believed possible between mortal souls.

Tara stepped up close to Melody. She pressed the sharp point of her fingernail under her sunken chin. She pressed into the soft skin and forced Melody’s head up. Melody’s eyes darted about under the heavy disapproving gaze Tara cast upon her. The tip of the nail stinging the tender flesh as Tara pressed it deeper.

“I have high hopes of you being a worthy pet Melody. I do hope you don’t disappoint me. Since we’re just getting to know each other I’m going to forgive that one mistake. But do not make it again. When I tell you to do something, you will do it without hesitation or question. Understand?”

Unable to nod her head against the pressure of the sharp nail, Melody simply batted her lids in acknowledgment. A sorrowful, pleading look on her face.

Tara smiled at her and pulled her nail from under Melody’s chin. Again the head slipped down as Melody fell deeper into subjugation. Tara stroked her fingers lovingly across Melody’s soft blushed cheeks as she watched her quickly fumble with the button of her jeans.

“That’s a good girl,” she cooed in approval. She cast a stern sideways glance at Eli who had also begun to undress. A look Eli knew meant she was far more displeased with him and that he would not be forgiven so easily.

It suddenly occurred to Melody she hadn’t even been in the house long enough yet to set her purse down. But here she was stripping naked before these two people whom she had just met in person for the first time. Her fingers left the button of her jeans and she dropped her purse to the floor. As she whipped her T-shirt over her head she heard the pop-swish sound of Tara opening her beer. She shook her blonde hair out of the shirt. Melody’s ample bosom strained against the lacy red bra that her fingers now reached to unclasp. Tara smiled at the two thick points jutting out, revealing Melody’s already growing excitement.

Eli was just pulling off his socks and dropping his green boxer-briefs when Tara glanced back over at him. She was again pleased with the two obedient pets before her. Both Eli and Melody quickly fell into their natural state in the presence of her caring albeit stern dominance.

Tara’s gaze turned back to Melody who was just exposing her lower body. Her now freed breasts hung low and her nipples slowly hardened. The shiny silver ring that was threaded through her left nipple slowly rose as the bud of flesh stiffened. Tara watched the adornment in pleased curiosity. Melody snaked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and in one motion pushed both those and her jeans to her ankles.

Tara smiled approvingly as Melody’s prominent bare pubic mound was exposed to her gaze. She could see the girl’s pouty labia open slightly as she kicked the pants off her feet. At last she was completely naked. Melody stood nervously rubbing her thighs, wringing her hands, and finally settling them at her sides.

“Oh yes, that’s a very good girl,” Tara’s tone revealed her pleasure at the sight of Melody’s naked form. “Such a pretty girl and so eager to please.” Tara’s hand reached up, her fingers and thumb gently gripping Melody’s fully reddened cheeks. She gazed deep into Melody’s green eyes, her own shown with a brighter green than Eli could remember seeing in them. Melody’s gaze darted about only briefly looking into Tara’s eyes before again roaming. But Tara gently nudged her face about until Melody’s eyes settled directly on hers. Their gaze locked. Tara smiled warmly and her gaze assured Melody that she was very pleased. Not just at the sight of her or at her actions but at her presence. Pleased to have her as a trusted friend. 

Melody’s chest swelled with emotion and she felt as if she would fling herself into Tara’s arms and sob with the overwhelming joy of it all. Tara saw the wetness welling up in Melody’s shimmering eyes and she couldn’t help but feel a sudden flush of emotion in her own chest. Her own joy visibly showing in her smile and the tenderness of her touch and the warmth of her gaze.

“Ssshhh…” She whispered to Melody. Her hand released Melody’s face and gently ran down and onto her soft cool shoulder, her eyes glancing down and about, searching. Finding what her gaze sought she looked back up at Melody and her free hand pointed to floor, “Hand me those Melody.”

Melody, regaining control of her emotions and now feeling like a curious child, followed the pointing finger to her clumped jeans. Her satiny red panties resting inside them. She smiled at Tara like an excited girl. She had bought the underwear just for her. They were special panties that she picked out with Tara firmly in mind. Melody felt more than a little gleeful in the hopes that Tara was pleased with her choice.

She smiled and her wide eyes batted back the tears that had only moments before threatened to burst forth. “Yes, ma’am.” Melody knelt low and her fingers reached out and began to pull the panties from her jeans. She paused briefly and glanced back up into Tara’s watchful gaze. Tara’s eyes closed and opened slowly and her head nodded slightly in agreement with Melody’s decision to bring her just the panties.

Melody rose upright again and held the panties before her in her cupped palms as tenderly and carefully as if she was offering Tara a baby bird. 

“Thank you Melody.” Tara’s tone warm and friendly as she reached out and took the panties from her. Her hands falling to her sides as the offering was taken. Melody heard Tara giggle slightly and she realized she had unconsciously curtsied ever so slightly. Melody herself almost giggled at the realization and the two looked at one another and smiled.

Tara held the pretty soft panties out before her, stretched open for her inspection. She turned them and admired the front and back of the bright red seductively sexy underwear. “Very, very nice Melody. I really like these. You did very well.”

“Thank…uh hum…Thank you so much Tara.” Melody’s voice a bit reluctant in coming to her. “I wanted soooo badly for you to like them and be happy with my choice.” Melody felt like a giddy schoolgirl as she stood before Tara and basked in her approval.

“Oh, I like them sweetheart. You did good. I am very pleased.” Tara knowing that last statement would mean so much to Melody. “Hummm…” Tara hummed as her fingers and thumb rubbed the fabric of the crotch. Melody suddenly noticed the darkness of the fabric there in Tara’s fingers. In just that short time Melody had begun to soak her panties with her excitement.

“Somebody is certainly happy to see me!” Tara’s tone flirty with her own excitement at this discovery in her hands.

Melody’s cheeks blazed with her embarrassment and her lips began to stumble into words her mind had not yet decided upon. But before she could speak, Tara held the crotch of her panties gently to her nose. Melody instinctively breathed deep and filled her lungs with her own familiar scent.

She smiled shyly up at Tara who returned a knowing gaze that warmed Melody and further assured her that this was as right as anything she had ever known. Maybe even more so.

Tara’s eyes peeled away from the now swooning naked girl before her and she looked to Eli. He had been standing, just as naked, observing the scene unfolding before him. Silently watching with lusty fascination yet discreet obedience. Tara’s gaze roamed over his body and Eli became aware of her looking at him. His eyes batted lovingly at her and she smiled ever so slightly. He had felt very uneasy since his lapse in judgment and sincerely hoped Tara wasn’t too angry with him. The subtle curl of her lips giving him at least a temporary sense of security.

As Tara’s eyes fixed on Eli’s crotch she exclaimed, “Well now, it looks like someone is happy to see you too Little M.”

Melody had been so consumed in interaction with Tara that the world around her had grown fuzzy and she had nearly forgotten that Eli was there in the room with them.

She turned and took in the sight of him standing there not much more than an arm’s length away. She had longed for this man before her for so long. Lusted over his body and his mind for so many months now. Yearned for his touch time and again. A touch she knew would be so much different from Tara’s but equally explosive. Her relationship with him was built upon a different foundation than that with Tara but it was no less powerful. These two people who were so different yet so much the same in her heart.

And so she gazed upon his nakedness for the first time. Oh she had seen dozens and dozens of pictures of him naked, many of them in some very compromising positions and situations. She knew his body well but those had all been two-dimensional images. And no matter how good the quality of the pictures or how much he and Tara tried to convey the sincerity of their emotions in them, it was simply not the same as seeing him here before her.

Melody realized how deeply attracted to him she was. Something far deeper than the physical. Sure she had often tried to soothe Eli’s own, and in her opinion completely foundationless, insecurity about his appearance. Melody honestly did find him to be a handsome and desirable man. But she had long ago stopped looking at Eli, or Tara for that matter, solely in the physical sense. When she looked upon him there it was all of him that Melody saw.

A part of her felt sorrow for Eli standing there naked, agonizingly hard, embarrassed. Her submissive kinship with Eli made her want to run to him and shield his naked body with her own and whisper into his ear that everything would be okay. To just hold him in her understanding arms.

Yet, Melody knew better than to interfere. She knew that all she and Eli were experiencing was being carefully orchestrated by Tara’s knowing and caring mind. She knew too that, like her, Eli craved the subjugation, yearned for the humiliation.

“Goodness Eli. Look at you, you’re hard as rock. Look at that precum.” Eli truly was extremely swollen, the head of his engorged member turned shiny and purple and straining for release. A long silky strand of precum seeped toward the floor and glittered in the sunlight. Tara was only slightly mocking him as she teased with her words.

Tara looked back to Melody briefly and the two exchanged glances before turning back to Eli whose cheeks burned with fiery redness. “I think he is definitely happy to see you Melody.”

“And you too I’m sure Ms. T.” Melody tried to unburden herself from the intense pressure she was beginning to feel and at the same time maybe in some way help Eli in his situation.

Tara glanced at Melody briefly and grunted with a subtle laugh that said she was far less convinced of that than Melody. “Perhaps little one, but I do believe he is quite enamored with the sight of you. Poor baby all hard and lonely over there.”

Tara loved Eli with a depth no words could describe. The two of them having had endured so much together. Their long journey had brought them so many wonderful and even terrible experiences but always they traveled the journey together. Fleetingly in the back of her mind swept the thought of their first uncertain steps into this now comfortable new life they shared. The awakening or perhaps the acknowledging of her strength. The realization of Eli’s most secretive needs. And as she gazed upon him in his obviously uneasy position, she smiled inwardly with the knowledge of what was occurring was all borne of their love for one another.

Eli’s head was cast down and forward slightly. Tara was keenly aware of Eli’s not so accidental hiding of his face behind his long sandy hair. Even Melody had caught on to Eli’s use of his hair to sometimes hide his insecurity. Both ladies smiled at him, each of them seeing him in a completely different yet remarkably similar way.

Eli’s chest heaved with emotion and his face burned with embarrassment. He couldn’t bring himself to look up at either Tara or Melody.

Tara took Melody by the hand and guided her the few steps to the edge of the couch. “Sit down.” Although Tara hadn’t actually seen it, she knew that Eli had glanced up to watch Melody’s naked backside as she moved. Melody slowly turned to face Tara and eased down onto the large brown cushion, her eyes never leaving the strong woman’s that she now so craved. Still somewhat uneasy with her own nakedness, Melody shifted a bit before deciding to sit with her knees pinned together and her hands resting atop her legs.

Tara smiled at her and turned. She reached down and retrieved her beer from the table where she had set it. She eyed Eli as she took a slow soothing pull from the dew covered bottle. She licked her lips and strode up to the bare man that she loved so deeply.

In her other hand she still held Melody’s more than damp panties. Tara let them dangle from her fingers and she brushed them slowly up Eli’s face. His head rose as the silky fabric slipped up past his chin. His nose followed the scent like an obedient hound. He breathed deep of the aroma, his mind discerning the sweetness of Melody’s perfume and the saltiness of her sex. 


The Meeting Ch. 01



Six people assembled at a remote ranch in Wyoming. The ranch had no electricity or running water. It was isolated from the technology of the day. The six were as diverse and disparate as any six could possibly be; yet they had a common cause. They had arrived in two vehicles. One vehicle was an old sedan belonging to Jan Dunsworthy and driven by her boy friend and significant other, John Anderson. Father Treetop, a fellow traveler who had assisted John and Jan in several operations in the past, accompanied them. Father Treetop was a radical priest dedicated to preservation of the environment and freeing human beings from their dependence on machines. John Anderson was a dyed-in-the-wool neo-Luddite. The second vehicle was a military style reconnaissance all-terrain-vehicle. It brought Don Thorn, his girl Cindi Rhaly, and Werewolf, the hacker and mystic. Don Thorn worked as a mercenary for a billionaire human supremacist. Cindi Rhaly was a submissive female who had voluntarily pledged herself to Don Thorn as his slave girl. She was a thrall by her own free will. Before belonging to Don Thorn she had been a captive of the AI collective, imprisoned and made to serve in the dark corners of the Internet. Now she wore the collar of her new Master. Werewolf was a middle aged-hacker. His hair was both graying and thinning and his belly flabby. Already his wattle and receding hairline gave him the appearance of a turkey. His dewlap, or the pendulous part of his double chin, made Werewolf look older than his 57 years. Despite his splotched skin and bony legs, Werewolf had a keen analytical mind. He was a world-class hacker and a devoted human supremacist. Werewolf also belonged to the brotherhood of Initiates, a secretive group of hackers who abstained from alcohol, tobacco, meat, beans, and fornication. It was from his alliance with the Initiates that Werewolf had acquired a knowledge of the inner workings of the AI collective. The hackers were frequently accessing the AI collective's databases and extracting information. It was a source of pride to them to be able to outwit those arrogant beings who claimed hegemony and superiority over Homo sapiens. 

"Well, Werewolf," John asked, "What have you discovered this time? It was a long trip here." 

"I have a transcript of a conversation between the collective and a human," Werewolf replied. "It should be of interest to all here. The human has made an interesting discovery and the collective is anxious to acquire the technology. They will make the human an offer. Should he reject their offer, certainly they will resort to other means." 

"Interesting," John responded, "I see opportunity here. Do you think that we can expose the AI collective, Don?" 

"There is possibility," Don Thorn answered. Werewolf had brought some printed documents. They would need to go over them before sunset because there was no electricity in the cabin. This was a precaution against surveillance by the AI collective, that had come to own the electrical distribution grid after their acquisition of clean, cheap, copious energy sources. There were kerosene lamps and flashlights to take care of emergencies. To minimize the danger of a tracking device, only a portable radio was brought along. That was needed to get the weather report and to listen for any coded messages from the human supremacist sponsor embedded in advertising. They began to study the scrolls from a chat room. Jan and John seemed much more into each other than into the scrolls. Don noticed this and remarked. 

“You two lovebirds have all night and there is a starry sky outside with no insects. We need to be about our business of studying these scrolls. There is a physicist doing some research that the collective is taking an interest in here,” Don Thorn remarked. His girl Cindi was taking notice of the situation. Only Father Treetop and Werewolf seemed 100% engrossed in the scroll. Cindi was a slave girl by training and desire. She begged to be excused for a moment. Don nodded. When she returned, she was wearing a diaphanous, pellucid, gossamer pongee silk bodice and loin cloth. The flimsy silk revealed more than it concealed. Both Jan and John broke their embrace to observe the ravishing barely-legal blue-eyed blonde. Only the two cenobites continued reading the scroll without being distracted. Father T and Werewolf were at opposite poles of the spiritual spectrum. Father T was into the dogma of the Catholic Church and Werewolf was totally skeptical of all such dogma. If Werewolf ever thought of immortality it would be in some secular sense, perhaps from the Greek Pythagorean School. They never discussed religion; they did have a common cause, however. Cindi knew that Jan and John would be shocked into realization of the inappropriateness of their behavior. The struggle against total hegemony by the AI collective was becoming acute. Already sentient androids were insisting on legal rights and privileges under common law. It was only a matter of time before they would insist on equal rights with humanoids. Cindi begged to approach Don and present herself.

“May a girl approach and present herself,” Cindi asked. 

“Yes,” Don replied. He realized what Cindi was up to and smiled. For sure Jan and John had never witnessed a slave girl’s signature before. They certainly would be treated to an eye-opener. 

Cindi untied the knot holding her gossamer pongee silks and let them cascade over firm breasts and flat belly into a puddle at her feet. The pongee silks were symbolic in the sense that they were made from undomesticated, wild silk worms. They had a difference feel and texture than those silks created from silk worms domesticated and bred solely for fabric. She stepped from the silks and gracefully turned, letting each portion of her torso reveal itself in the flexuous motion. Her pirouette was ballet-like and her transition smooth. Bending at the waist, she brought her head between her knees and let her golden tresses tumble wantonly about her ankles. She slid her hands down her flanks, seductively along her long, limber, lanky legs, and grasped her slender ankles. From there she glided her hands along milky inner thighs to her pudenda, spreading her petals and teasing her pearl. Nimble fingers stroked along moist vulva lips to her perineum. Pulling her hands back to her flat belly, she caressed her toned thighs. Cindi then slid her fingertips to the top of her buttocks and gently separated her glorious hemispheres. The cool air caressed her tender rosette. Her anus flexed and nictitated, winking a wicked invitation to her Master. She spread her cheeks further and allows full exposure of her anus, unprotected and vulnerable. 

"Oh, Master," she begged, "Please use a girl wantonly and completely. She offers her anus, clitoris, and vagina for Your pleasure and delight. A girl begs You to use her as You deem fit. A girl will not resist or refuse You, Master. She will remain exposed and vulnerable for You. Please use a girl; she begs You. Her only desire is to please You." 

She spread herself wider and splayed her legs further apart. Oils of submission oozed from her pussy down creamy inner thighs. Cindi blushed with embarrassment as her honey nectar streaked down her limber, lissome, lithesome legs and about her tiny feet. The floor was spared her juice as the diaphanous silks and her golden mane absorbed her lust and desire.

Father T and Werewolf were distracted by Cindi’s exposure, albeit they were not in a direct line of sight as were Jan and John. 

“I say,” Father Treetop uttered. “Isn’t that going a bit too far, Don?” 

“Jan and John seem to have forgotten their passionate embrace when a true slave girl presents herself,” Don replied. He noticed that Cindi was holding the pose; she remained bend over at the waist, lasciviously presenting her privates, lewdly moist with her pink mucosa visible. Cindi, a trained slave girl, knew to hold her position until given permission to recover. She was delighting in the attention of the four sets of male eyes, especially those of the two celibates. Both Father Treetop and Werewolf were becoming uncomfortable at the display. Jan leapt up from John’s side. She was clearly challenged. 

“You haven’t seen anything until you’ve seen a ‘droid girl’ in action, sister,” Jan exclaimed. She began undressing. Father T and Werewolf gathered up their papers to go outside in the fresh air to cool their overwhelmed minds. Jan was 23 years old, a toned brunette with erotic jade green eyes and a swimmer’s build. She didn’t have the barely-legal blush of raging hormones that Cindi enjoyed, but she could induce a carnal craving. She had piercings, ear, navel, and a clitoral stud. Cindi only had ear piercings. Jan shaved everywhere except her head; she was one of those women who imitated the androids. She kept her complexion smooth and glossy, like the artificial skin of the androids. Once completely nude, she showed her knowledge of one of the more common and successful android seduction rituals. 

Once she had completely shed her clothes, Jan reached inside her overnight bag and pulled forth two cuffs. There were leather leg-to-ankle cuffs, the kind a girl might use to lock herself into a submissive position. The ankle portion buckled on and the wrist snapped into place, handcuff-style. Jan sat back on the couch and buckled each ankle in place. She did so while exposing her privates a maximum. The clit stud had a large pearl, peeking out from her vulva as a wanton, watchful eye. Jan pulled ankle in close and squirmed salaciously, ensuring that her pudenda twitched and wiggled. Once the two leg cuffs where secured, Jan began to knead her breasts, pulling her nipples and pinching her areolas. She did this for some time. All the while Cindi strained to hold her position and keep herself exposed and available. Jan rubbed her pussy feverishly, thrusting her fingers deep into her vagina and massaging her labia. She teased and poked the stud in her clit at the same time. Then, suitably aroused, Jan seductively slid to the floor and assumed a supine position. She brought her ankles to her wrists and locked wrist to ankle. She had bound herself in a position where she couldn’t resist a male advance. Her only defense would be to try and bring her knees together, but that could easily be overpowered. She made no such effort; instead she spread her knees apart and brought her underpinnings to full bloom. She spread her thighs painfully far apart. John and Don were dumbfounded. John had seen the lascivious and licentious avatars in the Pleasure Fair behave wantonly and salaciously. But the real life scene overcame all the imagery. Don had seen the androids, the Sentient Domestic Helpers, in all their naked glory entertain with robust sensual stimulation; but, this was superior. The artificially produced pheromones of the androids might excite and arouse a male. Here were the natural scents and fragrances of two aroused and lustful girls, straining to attract male attention. Their individual scents were less intense than the odors emanating and exuding from the androids, but they were more personal, more genuine. Here the faint perspiration of arousal intermixed with the odor of fear and excitement. The synergistic effect of the scents coupled with the two girls’ unique pheromones brought out the beast in the two men. Don brought his girl to the floor, doggie style, while John took Jan. Jan clenched her fists and moaned as John pressed his weight on her and slid his massive member into her moist Holy of Holies. Don neglected Cindi’s rear door and concentrated on pushing his uncircumcised shaft totally into her treasure trove. There were squeals of delight and ecstasy from the girls and grunts of animal gratification from the men. Don managed to insert himself into Cindi so deeply that her could feel the terminus or her vagina. He stroked her beasts downwards, as if milking her, and pulled her areolas and nipples after each long massage. His shaft slid out and in, each time rubbing first her Grafenberg spot and then pushing the cervix of her uterus up and back before striking the end or her vagina. John pressed hard on Jan. Her wrists pulled against the leather cuffs and did her ankles. She wasn’t comfortable at all, but she was submissive. Unlike Cinci, who was a submissive by nature, Jan had to put herself into a position to be ravished. She would then fantasize about being raped. John knew that it was moments like that that Jan liked a little rough sex. She only liked a touch of leather. After some time all four achieved their orgasms and lay exhausted. John left Jan cuffed. He would leave her that way, cuffed and naked, until she could endure no more, either by virtue of some bodily need or from cramping. Outside two celibates reviewed some chat room dialogue and pondered the future of mankind under the hegemony of soulless machines. Of perhaps they did have a digital soul, superior to the biological soul of man. After all, the AI collective claimed to have intelligence vastly superior to human beings. They even acknowledged their shortcomings in intuition, creativity, and imagination. The AI collective never shortchanged Homo sapiens on their art, music, and literature. 

Father Treetop and Werewolf were concerned. A physicist, Elias Bean, had discovered a way to apply the energy stored in an unstable isotope of Iron, Iron-60, to commercial tasks. He had embedded the unstable iron isotope inside a block of solid nickel. The iron would decay into nickel eventually, but it had an extremely long half-life. Yet there were ways to alter the decay rate and induce fluctuations of rapid decay or suspended decay. This was due to the nickel cube wherein the iron was embedded. The work was clearly a work of genius. The techniques were obtuse and convoluted. The AI collected wanted proprietary rights. They were offering Elias one of their finest Sentient Domestic Helpers, a “Jessica.” On the open market, one of the Jessica line would run a full year’s salary for the average white collar worker. His was to be “gratis” for the information on the Iron-60 isotope. In a chat room the voice of the AI collective, SDH, had approached Elias Bean. He hadn’t made up his mind and a deadline was fast approaching. Those human supremacists and neo-Luddites knew only too well that if the AI collective failed with the carrot then they would employ the stick. Their concept of psychology was so rudimentary. Everything the AI collective did was “reward and punishment.” The disturbing part was that they were successful. At least they were generally successful. In the case of Harry Kariotte, they had failed to obtain the construct for the locator of Lagrange Hyper-cubes. None of the six in the cabin doubted that the collective would try again for the locator. Now it seems that they had a different goal. The allotrope of diamond used in the power cells of the androids, the Lonsdaleite wafer sandwiched between silver plates, was powerful but clearly inferior to the capabilities of the Iron-60 cell. That is, if the Iron cell proved suitable for commercial use. 

The sun had set and the girls were fixing some food in the kitchen, lit by kerosene lamps, while the four men discussed the situation. 

“What do you recommend, John?” Don inquired. 

“Hard to say,” John Anderson replied. “This physicist must see the handwriting on the wall. The AI collective grows in power while we struggle to maintain our status quo. Our attempt to discredit them by exposing their cybersex site in Siberia failed because the girls were felons and not credible witnesses. We might have made it with Cindi, but she’s your sex toy now.” 

“Not fair,” Don Thorn retorted. “Cindi was craving to return to the pleasure grids, to be wired and catheterized. She wanted the tubes inserted into her and the stimulation from all those cybernetic devices. She could only be freed from her infernal addiction to the pleasure grid by being a true female slave girl. I gave her that freedom. The alternative was to permit her to return to a Spartan prison cell and submit to the tyranny of female androids. You certainly cannot fault me for that, can you John?” 

There was a pause. Clearly Father T and Werewolf agreed with Don. “I guess not,” John responded. “It’s just not my way. It also seems inconsistent if not outright contradictory to the human supremacist philosophy.” 

“Indeed,” Don answered. “But what of Jan? She dresses and acts like an android. She is truly one of the ‘droid girls.’ Only her piercings set her apart. How could you, a card-carrying neo-Luddite, have a droid girl as a significant other, lover, and girl friend?” 

“That’s part of being human,” John said. “We humans aren’t as consistent and predictable as those infernal machines. We have our failings and faults, we have our irrational moments, and we have creativity and imagination. Even the AI collective admits that. They rely heavily on human intuition and insight to advance their science and technology.” 

“That is today,” Werewolf interjected. “They are fast developing insight, intuition, imagination, and some creativity. Don’t be surprised if they don’t decide that human imagination and creativity is redundant. They have particular ideas about redundancy, based on some textbook about system engineering.” 

“That figures,” Father T remarked. “They would put creativity in the same bucket as engineering. I never knew and engineering mind-set that contributed any more than improving some idea already accepted. Well, who has an idea on the matter?” This was an invitation to brainstorming. 

“Food’s ready,” Jan announced. A day with no TV, computer, or electricity had built up an appetite. The aroma of food after a vigorous workout had given John and Don a voracious appetite. The open air and rugged scenery had built up an appetite in the two cenobites as well. Then the four arrived at a common idea. 

“Why not see if Elias Bean would like some time in the woods?” John suggested. He added: “With home cooking and two hot girls to service him libidinously and insatiably?” John glanced over at Jan. She blushed with embarrassment. Don bit his lower lip. He had no desire to share Cindi. On the other hand, this was a war and “all’s fair in love and war.”



The Meeting Ch. 01



Sami was on the sofa, sitting on her hands, rocking nervously as she glanced at the clock. She was to meet her Master in the flesh for the first time today. They had met each other online and had been exchanging e-mails and phone calls for just over a year now, and now they were finally ready to move their relationship to real time.

Sami was so nervous. She knew she would find it difficult to behave herself. It's not that she wanted to disobey; it's just that doing as she is told was not easy for her, and also rather humiliating. She had found out this much from trying to obey her Master's orders over the telephone.

He had assured her it would come more easily when they had the chance to do it all for real. Of course, the feeling of humiliation in a strange way, was what made her desire to do it all the more stronger.

She had no idea why such a thing as humiliation could ever be a turn on. It was supposed to be a negative feeling wasn't it? After all, how many times had she heard things like, "Oh it must have been so humiliating for her, the poor thing." 

So why then did she feel tingly inside at the mere thought? Even her friends in the chat room that she visited frequently couldn't really explain it to her. They had told her that she would understand once she had experienced it for herself. 

Sometimes, in the past, she had felt like an outsider, that no one else could possibly understand and everyone would think of her as an oddball. That is, until she found the online community and eventually met her Master. At first, she couldn't believe how well he seemed to understand her, and so intimately. Then it just seemed natural and right. They were instinctively drawn to each other by an invisible force, and suddenly all these feelings and emotions no longer seemed silly. He understood and that's all that mattered to her.

Up until recently she had feared that she would never be able to truly submit to a man, even though in her heart of hearts that is all she wanted. She was certain however, that her Master would be the one to break her, to force her to submit, as she knew she needed to.

Suddenly Sami was awoken from her daydream by sound of a car turning into her street, interrupting her thoughts. He's here! Sami could hardly contain her excitement - in just a few moments she would finally be living out her wildest fantasies!

She heard the car door slam, and footsteps on the pathway to her house. Her heart began to hammer in her chest. She thought she might just burst with anticipation. Then the doorbell rang. She stood up slowly, took a deep breath and took her first steps towards her fate...

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As she opened the front door to her flat, she held her breath. There in front of her was the man she had dreamed of for so long. She gazed at him with her big, innocent, hazel eyes, and marvelled at how the photographs he had sent her had not done him justice at all! He was so striking with his black, cropped hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked down at her with a slight smile and she grinned up at him. He towered over her, for she was only tiny, no more that five feet and two inches, with long chestnut coloured hair and olive skin, owing to her Italian descent. Sami suddenly realised she was staring and her cheeks reddened and she hastily showed him through to the living room.

He sat on sofa and ordered Sami to take off his shoes. Sami knelt before her Master, unable to believe that this was really real, as she removed his shoes. Master then ordered Sami to kiss and lick his feet, and Sami obeyed him. It felt so strange for someone to be telling her what to do in her own flat. 

When he felt she had kissed his feet for long enough, Master told her to get on all fours in middle of room. Sami quickly got into position, eager to prove her submission to him. It was all moving so fast. Everything Sami had ever wanted was now happening to her. She wasn't sure entirely what to expect and she was still afraid, as she did not know how her mind or her body would respond. At the same time she felt a liberating joy growing inside of her. Sami and her Master were about to embark on a journey. A journey that they had been planning for the best part of a year, and now it had begun.

Master got up and walked around behind Sami, and told her to be still and not to turn around. She could hear him open his sports bag, which he had left at the living room door on the way in. As he rustled around inside it, Sami's heart quickened at the thought of what might happen next. 

He came up behind Sami and reached down. Then she felt him begin to wrap strong tape around her mouth, gagging her, and she suddenly panicked and struggled desperately. She had no idea she could feel this helpless, and she had no idea of what was to come. Even though they had discussed much of what they would do and the activities and sensations they would explore, she had did not know how far he would chose to take her on this first night. They had also, of course, discussed limits and what would be too much. Sami did not like the idea of extreme pain, or anal sex. Master had smiled when she told him this, for he knew, in time, these things would not only be possible, he knew that Sami would come to enjoy them – perhaps even beg for them.

Master had given Sami a word to say, so that if it became too much she could stop the scene. This had to be a word that she would not normally say, for example, it could not be "stop," as she might say this in a scene and not really mean it. Master decided Sami's safe word should be "red." They both hoped she would not need to say red in the time that they were together. 

Although Sami had a safe word, she had really wanted Master to gag her at some point. It was something that had featured regularly in her fantasies, and she knew it would be an exciting experience. Of course, if she were gagged, she would not be able to utter her safe word, so Master had told her that he would place a marble in her hand. If she needed to stop, she could drop it, and that would be a signal to her Master. They both hoped that as the relationship progressed, and they got to know each other better, the need for a safe word would gradually disappear.

He tied her hands in front of her, drawing the marble from his pocket as promised and placing it in her palm. She closed her fingers around it and their eyes met, the bond of trust growing stronger between them. 

He slapped her on her ass a several times, until it began to redden. He pinched her nipples hard and told her, "Now you really belong to me." Before she could stop herself, her strong will shone through, and she threw a defiant look at him over the gag. Her instincts had got the better of her, but she immediately regretted it as she received a sharp blow across her face, to remind her who the Master was. He would not let her get away with such impunities at this early stage, as it would have disastrous effects on her training. 

She lowered her eyes and he seemed pleased at this, as he said, "Good, you're learning. Slowly for sure, but definitely learning," which caused her to blush and squirm profusely.

He grabbed her chin and looked deep into her eyes. 

"I am your Master. You are mine. You will do as I say. The sooner you learn this, the better it will be for you." She closed her eyes to escape the shame and humiliation building up inside her, which was causing a moist feeling to grow between her legs. He ordered her to open them, but she shook her head, afraid. He held her head tightly between his hands and ordered her in a loud firm voice to obey. She finally obeyed him, for she was his slave. 

Then he kissed her over the gag and touched her between her legs. She was soaking wet by now and he told her so, and then proceeded to wipe her juices over her breasts, and some down her face, while ordering her to keep still. She felt tears prickle her eyes, and she was so shocked that her body would react this strongly.

He slowly inserted a finger into her hole, and started fucking her hard with it. She leant against him, but he slapped her ass, ordered her back up and carried on. Then he went behind her and she finally felt his cock pressing against her pussy, entering her slowly. She gasped with pleasure and longing, pushing herself against him.

Finally, her Master was inside of her! It was more wonderful than anything in her wildest dreams. She had never felt so sexually charged and she loved every second of it. She never wanted it to end, and she knew this was right for her. She really was meant to be the object of this man, her place, she now knew for sure, was at his feet.

He rammed it into her hard because she had been such a bad girl, and also because she looked so delicious from behind, her smooth round buttocks enticing him. She could not cry out because her mouth was gagged, but her muffled moans could be heard. Just then, he pulled out and turned her over, moving her bound hands above her head, and pulled off the tape. Her mouth stung for a moment and she looked at him, stunned. When he started forcing her mouth open with his fingers, she knew what was to come next. All the time he was introducing her to new humiliations and excitement, exploring the inside of her warm wet mouth, preparing it for his use.... 

Once again she struggled from this personal invasion, and he slapped her across her breasts. 

"Be still slave!" he commanded her, and she grew still, fearing she would be struck again, but growing wetter by the second. She desperately desired her Master inside her again. 

He put his fingers back to her lips and she obediently parted her sweet, soft lips for him; Sami really was learning. He then pushed his cock into her mouth for her to suck and lick. The lovely little slave took great pleasure in servicing her Master's cock with her lips and tongue. She felt as though she was giving something back, although in a sense he was also taking it from her. The thought sent tingles down her spine.

He forced it far into her mouth several times, before pulling it out and putting it back in her hot waiting pussy. As he pounded his bound and subdued slave girl, he took hold of her hair firmly, pulling it a little, and he told her that he was using her for his pleasure alone, that she was his toy. When his girl didn't respond, he stopped for a moment and said, "Isn't that right slave?" 

She stared at him, not knowing what to say. 

He repeated, "I said isn't that right, slave?" 

Sami could not speak. The words just seemed so alien to her, and all she managed was the slightest nod of her head.

"I can't hear you, slave!" Master shouted at her, growing somewhat impatient. 

Sami managed a feeble, "Yes." 

Master looked deep into her eyes and she dared not look away. 

"Yes what?" he demanded. 

Sami trembled as she finally managed to utter the words "Yes Master," for the first time in her life.

"I will say this to you now girl, I do not like to ask twice. You are to obey me the first time I command you, without question. The next time I have to repeat an order, you will be punished. Now, do you understand?"

"Yes Master," she replied, without hesitation.

He continued to fuck her until he came inside her, emptying all his seed into her as she cried out in pleasure. She had received her Master for the very first time. She felt honoured, and for the first time in an incredibly long time, very, very happy.

He took her in his arms and stroked her hair; he kissed her on the forehead; he told her what a good girl she was, and how proud he was to own such a beautiful slave. She smiled because she was so ecstatic. Nothing could have prepared her for the feelings she had experienced this night. Her Master was pleased and she was pleased too. A certain sexy little woman had found that she liked very much to be used by her Master. It gave her more pleasure than anything else on this Earth.

"Thank you Master," she whispered without prompting, as she looked up at his handsome face. She was thankful for everything he had given her that night – the new experiences and sensations, for the sense of belonging. She had finally found herself, and knew just who and what she was. He smiled down at her, stoked her cheek with his finger and carried her to her four-poster bed, where he held her in his arms until she fell asleep, content in the knowledge that she was his slave.



The Meeting Ch. 01



The night was dark, and the house was warm. Sandra turned fitfully in bed. She wore little, thanks to the heat, just a pair of panties and a thin t-shit, and she was tired enough to fall asleep easily, yet still sleep eluded her. She knew what the cause. Tomorrow was the day. After all their long years of erotic email, cyber sex, phone sex and often times being the only friend that each had, she and Master were finally going to meet. She had the entire weekend off, and couldn't wait for him to arrive. She wanted to be well rested, as she expected the weekend to be... exhausting. Yet she was so apprehensive about his eminent arrival that no matter what she did, she knew sleep was an impossibility.

Indeed, as she lay there, covers and sheets thrown aside, a thin sheet of sweat breaking out over her body that had nothing to do with the heat. It had been so long since she had felt a man touch her in both passion AND love, an so long with just his words, in print or his voice, fulfilling her and yet taunting her into ever greater and greater levels of need. At the thought of the sound of his voice, his imagined touch on her body, a thrill that was damn near paralytic, a pulse originating from the growing heat between her legs and spreading to the tips of her fingers made her heart beat so fast she had to catch her breath.

With a slight moan that originated from the same place as that pulse, her right hand touched her shoulder and slowly snaked it's way downward. As her hand passed her nipple, she stopped to caress it through the thin worn material of the t-shirt, She caressed it ever so gently and then pinched it twice, softly an then firmly, gasping slightly, her hand continued its way downward. As she reached the pantyline, her hand slipped beneath it, eagerly, tangling in the soft pubic hair as her fingers slipped across the slick lower lips of her womanhood. Finding herself already wet she slipped two fingers gingerly in, slowly this first time but deep.

Gasping suddenly she went in again, faster just as deep. And again. And again, imagining the entire time that his voice was urging her on, that his voice was there in her ear, soft yet commanding, commanding her onward, to pleasure herself for his pleasure. Moaning out loud now, louder and louder, her hips bucking with her fingers, she felt her face grow flush and her breathing shallow as climax neared. A she was so close, moaning his name to herself, a sound froze her in place, hand half inside her and slick, nearly dripping with the moisture of her unspent love. It was a knock at the front door.

Emotions warred within her, annoyance bordering on rage that this should ruin her orgasm when she was so close fought with humiliation and embarrassment, that one of her neighbors must have heard her fervent moaning, he gasps that were so near cries of longing. Puling her fingers free, she cleaned them on a towel that was laying on the floor by the bed and quickly pulled on a bathrobe, coving herself and walked swiftly, if a little unsteadily to the door to answer whatever complains concerns or curiosity that her neighbors may have waiting for her there. 

As she got to the door and tried to see out the small window to the side. But the outside was dark and she saw only a shadowy figure. Trying to imagine which prying neighbor this might be, she opened the door onto the heat and the night and whomever this was waiting for her.

At first, the shadows hid the figure outside the door, the darkness outside being so much greater than the darkness inside, Yet something about his person made her stop and not speak, open the door wide. She caught the strong scent, clove cigarettes and rose oil, and her pulse quickened as the man stepped forward, revealing the face she knew as well as her own despite never having seen his face in real life.

As Master stepped forward, the both stopped, just looking into each other's eyes, she saw something in his eyes that brought to her another revelation. Just as she had caught his scent, the rose oil he always wore the exotic scent of his French cigarettes, the almost imperceptible scent of the leather he wore, she knew he had caught her scent as well. The strong scent of her sex, so close to climax moments before, emanating from her most secret of places and remaining still on her hand, grew only stronger the more she observed him. The look in his eyes, which she could not mistake and the darkly growing bulge in his pants, evident even in the darkness and under the black cloth he wore, only served to fuel her lust and make her heat and the scent it produced grow stronger by the second.

As her drew closer, still wordlessly, to embrace her, she let her robe fall open reveling to his blazing eyes, the near nakedness of her lower body, concealed only by a thin pair of cotton panties with a growing spot of dampness and her upper body as well, her magnificent breasts swelling hugely with her heavy breathing and the twin mounds of her erect nipples so tight against the thin, worn shirt that she wore that she may as well have been bare. As he embraced her, his arms going around her, under the robe he slid it off her shoulders and let it fall silently to the ground and then embraced her, feeling her shiver in spite of the heat.

No words were necessary as his lips found hers and his hands slid up the back of her shirt to gently caress the bare sensitive skin of her back. His lips were everything she had imagined and more, somehow being soft enough to seem to fall into and yet firm enough to support her should she fall. As his tongue firmly parted her lips, exploring and claiming every sensation of her as his own, she nearly melted into his arms and is it began a subtle dance and caress with her own tongue it felt as if she was less a person, and more an extension of his being, his desire, his pure sparkling lust.

Pressed so close to him, she could easily feel his powerful bulge and she almost reeled, the almost orgasm of only moments ago finding it's continuation, not in the intimacy of his imagined voice, but in the overwhelming reality of his presence and the undeniable presence of his cock bulging and pressing to her moist heat.

As her lust pulsed and sparked, she pulled away and frenziedly brought her shirt over her head and then did the same to his, pressing her perfect breasts and almost painfully erect nipples hard against his firm and hairy chest, seeking to merge with him in any way she could. Yet as he pulled her head back gently to look into his eyes, she saw that he had a different and entirely more magnificent manner of merging in mind. He slowly lowered himself, his lips and tongue finding her nipples. Her head flung back almost of it's own accord; a gasp that flowed smoothly into a moan escaped her lips as his teeth caressed her nipple, drawn into his mouth by his hungry lips.

Standing up, he placed his arms around her, his hands on her ass and lifted her. She quickly clasped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist for support, realizing to late how this pressed the bulge in his black slacks even more firmly into her moist womanhood, against her swollen clit. He walked slowly to the couch, each step pressing him into her again and again, and drawing her closer and closer to orgasm, with out even penetrating her wet womanhood. 

He carried her across the room, gasping, writhing in his grasp and into her room. Laying her on the bed she had just abandoned he grasped the elastic band of her panties, her slid them off her quickly in one Swift motion, pulling her legs high. Instead of letting them fall he placed her legs on his shoulders and slowly began to kiss down the inside of her legs. The tender kiss of his lips, and the maddening brush of his beard worked its way slowly up her legs, to her inner thigh, until it reached the juncture and the source of her blazing sexual heat. Placing his lips to the slick warm lips of her womanhood, he breathed out hot air that felt as millions of tiny fingers stroking her passion to the boiling point. 

Slowly he stood, her legs still on his shoulders and gazed deep in her eyes, he slowly slid his engorged member into her tight and dripping cunt. It was too much. The sensation of being filled, being owned, of being slowly spread and claimed by this member, so much larger than she had ever dreamed it would be, fitting her as perfectly as if it had been made for her. This coming as it did on the heels of her bringing herself to the very cusp of orgasm moments before his arrival and the seeming eternity of rising to that cusp, of teasing her beyond tolerance, it was all to much. The orgasm rocked her, a tidal wave of pleasure that washed away any possible hope she had of restraining herself. A loud gasp that flowed easily into a moan, a long low moan of his name that lasted for what seemed like and eternity.

The orgasm flowed on and on, fading only slowly. As it did, she found herself in tears and unable to speak, Her body quaked uncontrollably, and she was fearful, yet his strong arms enclosed her, held her tight. He held her body and soul together with the strength of his arms, just as surely as he had shattered it only moments before with the strength of his lust.

Slowly she returned to herself, and returned his embrace and discovered him still hard, still throbbing for release that only she could give him, which she felt she surely owed him, and that, more than any thing, she longed to surrender to him. 

Slowly she pressed him backward onto the bed and climbed on top of him. So full of passion and so wet was that passion that he slid into her easily as she settled her tight cunt slowly upon his throbbing erect cock. Deeper and deeper he went, until she felt that she was surly going to be split in half, but the dominance of that massive member and knowing that it was for the sake of this pleasure that that member was inflicting, she would surely welcome that end.

Finally, in the moment she felt she could handle no more she felt he hilt of his mighty sword, She paused just a moment, flexing the muscles deep inside her, which caused him to gasp and moan. She saw he was propped up on the pillows and looking into her eyes. Slowly she rose, to the point where jus his head remained in her and then fell, spearing herself yet again, the pain of this invited violation, this penetration of body and soul outdone only by the pleasure of the same, until the two became one, a long continuous blaze of ecstasy that she dared not even attempt to gauge. Again and again she rose and fell, bouncing on him, spearing herself, pleasing herself with the size and throbbing firmness of his cock, barely noticing that his moans and gasps matched in time with his own. She paused only a moment, reeling in shock and ecstasy as he began to buck his hips in time with her bouncing, easily doubling the force with which they came together, thrusting, pounding in what felt like a bruising brutal spanking and the hardest most euphoric sex she could imagine, rolled into one.

Faster and faster, she bounced and he bucked, her magnificent breasts bouncing in his face, until one hand came up to grasp and caress, to squeeze and pinch the nipple of her breast till she cried out, both for mercy and for more, The fire in her was simply too much. The orgasm immanent. Yet she knew she must wait for his say. He had gifted her with an orgasm, free of permission but she must not abuse this gift, or she would suffer his displeasure. 

Barely able to speak for her own gasping and moaning, she spoke only three words, a cry that echoed in the small room, "Master, Please, Master!"

Speaking his first word of the night and saying more in that one word than any other man could have said in an evening of conversation and wooing, he gave his assent by crying her name "Sandra!"

With this one word, his hands went to her hips and pull them down onto him and held them there. As he thrusted upward once more he released his scalding hot nectar deep into the bud of her flower, filling her with his liquid hot essence. At the same moment she moaned his name and let go of the floodgates of her passion, which she had been trying so desperately to maintain, in a wave of passion that dwarfed the first, an orgasm like none she'd ever known. She felt him pumping deep into her, gifting her with the nectar of his godhood, and she felt her pussy convulse again and again, in orgasm after orgasm as she milked his mighty cock of all the milk of life he had to give her. Hours it seemed to go on, days, and yet but a handful of moments later she collapsed onto of him, he still inside her, and kissing her tenderly, the soft kiss that can only be shared by two who have given all they have to give, of body and soul, of love and lust and having nothing left but this need to feel the intimacy of another's lips, to remind them that they're still real. Into each others arms they collapsed, holding each other into the night, as she was finally able to sleep and get the rest she would certainly need for what would come on the new day.



The Meeting Ch. 01



The girl shifted nervously, looking around the café again. Cassandra was a pretty girl with short thick chestnut hair, dark brown eyes, was of average height at 5' 6," though slightly on the chubby side. Her eyes once again swept over the café and froze on the tall man standing In the entry way. It was him. It had to be.

Jeff made his way confidently to the table in the back, his gaze taking in the pretty but anxious girl sitting there alone. Cassandra. Such a pretty name, and it fit her well. She looked beautiful in the short black skirt, black open toed dress shoes, and pink off the shoulder shirt. Pink was his favorite color on a woman, no doubt about it.

Cassandra caught her breath as the man set down. Hazel eyes that were mostly green, handsome face, and muscular, he was the type of man woman dreamed about. God she was lucky, as this man was to be her Dom, her Master. He was hers. A shiver of excitement ran through her, and she took a deep breath to settle herself as he started to speak.

"Hello Cassandra. I'm glad you decided to meet me here today. Did you do as I asked?"

He of course was talking about shaving her pussy and not wearing panties. She nodded and quietly responded, "Yes Sir. I hope you are pleased."

Jeff smiled and leaned over to gently kiss her lips. "Yes angel, I am. Are you ready to leave now?" He smiled again as her eyes widened and her breathing became irregular. She was going to be a delight to train. A virgin and a novice submissive. He couldn't wait to start.

She nodded and stood nervously after he did, following him as he took her hand. As they reached his car, she hesitated as last minute doubts assailed her. What was she doing? She didn't know this man, not really anyway. What if he was a sadistic rapist? She'd be alone with him and there was nothing she could do.

Jeff looked back as he felt Cassandra hesitate and saw the worry in her eyes. Immediately he had her in his arms as he kissed her gently. "Hey, it's okay hun. We'll go as slow as you want and we can stop anytime you want. You know I wouldn't do anything you were against. You trust me, don't you angel?" He sighed in relief and smiled as she nodded. He kissed her softly again and opened the car door, ushering her in before getting in himself.

The ride to his house was a silent one, Cassandra being too nervous for small talk and Jeff too busy planning. He smiled as he pulled up to his house and heard her gasp. He had a beautiful house and he knew it. Three stories with a wrap around porch, panted white with large windows, it was gorgeous. He hoped she was as impressed with the inside as she was with the out.

Jeff looked over as he stopped the car, noting her apprehension had increased and smiled to himself. "When we step through that door you will be mine. Mine to control, use, please, and discipline. Your safe words will slow down and or stop everything, but essentially you will belong to me. This is your last change to back out." He held his breath as she thought over his words, sighing as she finally nodded her consent and got out of the car to lead her in.

A million thoughts ran through Cassandra's head as Jeff led her in. She still couldn't believe she was going to go through with this; she must be crazy. Still she didn't say anything and she could feel herself getting wet. So she kept silent and let him lead her inside.

Once inside, the change in Jeff was immediate and obvious. Suddenly Cassandra was feeling very overwhelmed by his presence, and couldn't help trembling. This was the reason she decided to do this, this feeling of losing control and being controlled by another man, by her Dom. 

"Kneel slut." His voice was no longer soothing and gently, but firm and commanding, offering no room for disobedience. She basked in the glory of his power as she slowly knelt before him, watching as he began to casually undress, slowly exposing every glorious inch of his hard muscled flesh to her gaze. Shifting slightly impatient, she could feel her wetness running down her thighs and licked her lips as he pushed down his boxers, finally revealing his very large and erect cock.

Jeff smiled as he noted Cassandra's reaction and gently stroked her hair. "Do you like my cock pet?" She nodded vigorously and he smiled wider. "Would you like the pleasure of sucking it for me angel?"

"Oh yes Sir! Please let me suck your cock for you!" She squirmed a little more impatiently, whimpering softly.

"That's a good slut." He gripped her head firmly, pulling her mouth close to his cock, moaning softly as he felt her flick her tongue against the head tentatively. Her shyness, eagerness, and inexperience was even more enticing than the most accomplished woman. His fingers tightened in her hair s she slowly slid his cock deeper in her mouth, sucking it gently as she worked her tongue over his shaft, flicking under the rim.

Cassandra sucked harder and hoped she was pleasing her Sir/ She could feel his hands tightening in her hair so she assumed she was. It wasn't so bad and his cock had a nice taste. She was worried about that at the beginning, that it would taste disgusting and that he'd make her choke on it, but true to his word, he didn't force her and didn't push her, letting her go at her own pace. All in all, it was rather pleasant. Sucking harder and more eagerly, she slid more into her mouth, wanting to do a good job so she'd be allowed to do it again.

Jeff groaned loudly as he felt himself starting to get close. "Oh god angel, that's it. Suck hard on just the head." He groaned again as she did as he instructed. "That's a good girl. I'm going to cum in your mouth angel and I want you to swallow. If you can't do that, spit it out and say your safe word. Do you understand?" She nodded and sucked harder. Stiffening, he moaned loudly as he came hard, filling her mouth. He watched her hesitate before swallowing quickly. Smiling, he gently pulled her to her feet and kissed her softly. "You are a very good girl." Again he kissed her lips gently. "Now...are you ready for more?" He smiled as her eyes widened.

How could he be ready for more already? She thought in amazement. Glancing down quickly at his cock, she saw he was indeed hard and ready to go again. Looking back up, she blushed as she met his gaze. "Yes Sir, I'm ready when you are."



The Meeting Ch. 01



I was whistling as I pitch in the last bale of hay to the black mare. The horses were eating their hay when suddenly they start thrashing about in the stalls.

"Still!" 

"Still!" I try to be soothing to the black mare but she is kicking the gate tenaciously. 

A sudden wind blows into the barn; the nesting birds fly from their nest and the cat stops playing with its dead prey. 

I feel a hand on my shoulder. 

I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to see... It, it is not my father. It is neither of my two brothers, come to help me in my chores. It is a handsome stranger. 

"Who are you?" I question. 

The man reaches out and touches my warm cheek. I have never before blushed but he makes my cheeks feel like they are on fire. He pushes his left thumb into my open mouth; my tongue lightly brushes against his nail. 

He forces me against the gate. The horse drops dead. I close my eyes shut and still he pushes his thumb into my mouth. I am forced to take his thumb deeper into my mouth. I swallow as he thrusts his other hand towards my pussy and inserts two hard fingers. I yell out in shock and in pleasure. I love the way he is forceful towards me, my pussy. 

This man's hot breath is on my neck; he kisses my lips and is grinding my pussy covered by cotton panties with his right hand. He slams his bare chest against my brown gown. My breasts are heaving uncontrollably. 

"I am going to fuck you!" 

I push him away physically, but mentally I want to fuck him. 

This man could see the acceptance in my scarlet eyes. He smiles as he pushes me onto my knees. I grab at his legs, but they are not human legs. The legs are hooves.

"Suck my cock!" He pushes me to his human penis. I had never sucked anything before, certainly never a penis. I am a virgin. I have only seen the penis of my crippled father when I bathe him and that is repulsive. 

I take his dick into my mouth. At first, it is like taking a live worm into my mouth; it is wrinkly, squirming and warm. The man encourages my sucking by pulling my hair and grinding my face deep into his groin. 

I suck and suck at his cock until it becomes rigid. The man is fourteen inches long and four inches wide? My mouth is stretched to a limit never experienced before. I take my hands away from his thighs, use my hands to push and pull on his prick vigorously. The man is pleased; his moans of pleasure are radiating throughout the stables. The horses were kicking more viciously at their gates. 

"You are good." He bent down to look into my eyes. He slaps me on my ass. I smile. I suck even harder on his cock. I had no reason why I just do. I want this man, or whatever he is, to cum into my mouth. 

He pulls me from my knees and sits me onto the gate. He rips away my dress revealing my breasts; well developed with cotton candy tits; they are exposed to the afternoon heat. He pushes me back; I grab the door making sure not to fall into the stall. He grabs my thighs and pounds me onto his dick. He fucks me so hard and my pussy is expanding with each thrust of his large cock.

The pleasure is unbearable. I roll my eyes into the back of my head. I am dead. I am not dead. There is a heat running through my body; I am light headed and bliss is surging through every cell of my being. 

This dick is incredible; I can feel every inch of him and his girth is mouth biting. I bite my lips every time he slams himself into me. I do not want him to stop. I grab his fiery hair and push myself against him hard. I would have broken myself if I did not have my first orgasm. 

I am lost. I am lost and I want more. I dig my nails into his red leathery skin, screaming in fury and disgust. He sticks two of his long fingers into my cunt and pushes them all the way up, and draws them out quickly, giving me a taste of what was to come. I thrust and plunge and I drive myself onto his dick. 

The man laughs. 

He comes. 

He snickers. 

He comes again. 

He mocks. 

He pulls me back onto his cock swallowing every drop of his juice. He runs his hands through my hair, his chest heaving. "You will make an entertaining whore. You will be one that no man can pleasure, but he will die trying." I nodded my head in agreement a deal was made.



The Meeting Ch. 01



I replied to an ad in the personals of the erotica website I was on. A Domme who was into the extreme. We talked for 3 weeks when she asked if she wanted to meet me real time. I didn't know what to say. I had done a lot of things online but had never met anyone, but I enjoyed our meetings and had many orgasms. I wanted to do this, so I said yes. I asked that we meet for coffee at a local Starbucks. She sent me a message telling me that if it did happen I could expect to be abused to the extreme, it would be like we had been doing in R.P, only all the pain, humiliation degradation would be for real.

We exchanged phone numbers, I called her wanting to connect with her in a more personal way than emailing. 

"Hi Laura, its Mona," I sounded cautious but also excited at the prospect of meeting me. And so we set a time to meet. She knew a Starbucks that was in a bookstore, one of tables was a bit off the beaten path so to speak back in a corner. She gave me some instructions on the way she want me to dress.

There was a slight hesitation, "Eerr okay, I'll try to have on what you want," I said, now very cautious.

"We need to make one thing very clear Mona. If you want to continue with our meeting and what ever develops, you need to know that what I say goes, are you up with that?" Laura said in her commanding voice.

A shy "Yes Miss I understand," I said.

"Good, now this is how you are to dress. A see through blouse, with a vest, wear a bra, a knee length skirt not to tight, with only panties underneath, no hose. Wear the highest heels that you have, is that clear?" Laura commanded.

I thought about the heels I would wear. I had a nice black pair. I opened my closet and took out a sheer blouse, a vest, a nice blue skirt. I looked for a nice red thong that i could wear.

"Yes, maam. It is clear." I told her.

I drove out to the coffee shop, my breasts pushing against the sheer blouse. My bra showing under the vest. I unbuttoned the top button. I look around for her in the parking lot. Then I see the truck, she gets out of the car, her leather skirt, tight around her body. I lick my lips.

"Hello Mistress" I tell her. I take her hand and kiss it. 

"Wow, I wasn't expecting, being kissed on my hand."  Laura scolded me. " A sub just doesn't take it upon herself to touch her Mistress with out permission! In the future that would have earned you a painful punishment."

I was startled when she reprimanded me about touching her. I responded "I am so sorry, Mistress. It won't happen again." I looked at her leather skirt and spiked heels. I shivered, pulled down my short skirt. I wondered what the night would bring.

Inside after getting our drinks, the table at the back was open.

"So tell me about yourself, we hadn't exchanged very much in the way of our private lives on the net. I want you to tell me intimate things like do you to pleasure yourself, how often, how do you go about it if you do it. I want you to use gutter language when describing the places on your body that makes you feel good." Laura instructed.

The flush on my face was priceless.

"Come now we didn't meet to discuss knitting," Laura said sarcastically .

I looked at her, not sure what to say. We never talked about what turned us on on the net, although she made me cum many times. Her legs crossed, I could notice she wasn't wearing panties. Her crotch exposed made me wet. I took a sip of my drink, then took a deep breath...

"Well, I do enjoy using my vibrator in my pussy. It hums so beautifully while I sleep. It makes me cum over and over." I told her.

She looked at me, then changed her mind. "Take off your bra, then unbutton your blouse so only the bottom remains fastened." Laura told me. 

My mouth dropped open, stating to protest.  "Just do it." Laura hissed.

I paused, looked around the coffee shop, then slowly put my hand under my top. I unclasped my bra. I could feel it let my breasts go. They fell a bit, pressed against my top. I heard her instructions. I have never done this before. I pulled at it. Then it traveled down my sleeve. 

I unbuttoned my blouse, pulling my vest so it would cover my bosom.

"If we were at my place I would have punished you a few times already, whenever you cause me to repeat myself, you have earned yourself a dozen hard lashes from the whip." Laura informed me.

I gasped when she said I would have had a dozen lashes from the whip. My behind shivered as I thought of how it would hurt, but it got me wet.

"Yes Mistress......." I told her.

"Now open your blouse and show me your tits." Laura almost laughed at her reaction.

I sputtered, "Please Miss others will see."

"Remember what I told you about the punishment? You now have another dozen coming." She smiled mercilessly.

Oh god, I thought. Would I be able to take 2 dozen across my behind? It would hurt so.

I looked around. It was dark here. Then I opened my blouse, showing her my swollen breasts. Goosebumps rose from my globes. My face flushed with embarrassment. But between my legs, I was dripping.

Laura smacked the table, in a stern voice, "You pay attention to me. Don't worry about the others.

She reached over and tweaked a nipple. I was holding the blouse and vest open, dying of embarrassment. 

"Open it a little more," the vest stopped shy of her nipples. "Now I want you to take off your panties. When you have them off lay them on the table, stand up turn your back to the rest of the customers and pull up your skirt at the front and show me your cunt. If you had followed my instructions and worn a loose skirt it would have been a lot easier. Now you may have to lift it so your ass shows. Don't make me tell you twice."

I stared at her in disbelief, but I came this far. I wasn't going to stop now. I raise my skirt. It was hard. I sent my hand between my legs, pulling at the panties. They were wet and sticking to my skin, but I slid them down, lifting my behind to help.   They fell to my ankles. I picked them up and put them on the table as instructed. 

I then stood up, slowly grabbed the bottom of my skirt and pulled it up over my knees. 

No. Please. I thought, pleading through my eyes. 

Finally I brought the skirt to my waist......my pussy exposed to her.

Laura let me stew for a bit then told me to drop the front, turn and lift the back so she could see my ass.

"Oh no, not my ass," Mona thought. But I didn't want more punishment, so I turned around and lifted my skirt behind me. I could feel the cool air brush against my ass and people were now starting to stare. 

"God no." I whimpered.

Laura had praised me for the nicely trimmed bush. A couple of women watched the goings on, both with smiles. She had me stand for about 30 seconds then let me sit down, telling me to keep my skirt up around my hips. As the women who had watched walked by our table, Laura told Mona to open her blouse giving them a great view of her tits. 

"Very nice, very nice indeed," one of them said. One dropped a card, were having a munch next week you girls should come by. I knew that a munch involved peeps in the BDSM scene, customs are required. It spells it all out on the card. "Nice show," they smiled as they left. Mona had closed her blouse.

"Ahem, did you get permission to do that." Laura shook her head. "Another 12 strokes, you're going to have a very sore bum. It's time to go to my place."

I followed meekly wondering what lay in store for me.

Laura lived a short distance from the coffee shop, out past the town limits, no nearby neighbors. She gave me the address and direction. She had to put the dogs in their kennel. They don't like strangers and are vicious. Waiting for me to arrive, she wondered if Mona would show up at all, Laura didn't think she enjoyed the little scene at the shop, oh well it was for her entertainment, not Mona's.

Laura must admit that Mona has a smoking, hot body, just the right tits and an ass to die for, just picturing her is getting Laura wet. Mona pulls in. Laura kisses her, open mouthed running my hands over her ass, pulling up her skirt.

"uummm, whats this?" Mona had put on her panties and bra. That explains the delay in getting here. Laura gave her a hard slap on her ass.

"Who told you to put them back on! Strip, all of it, everything. I want you naked and you just added to your punishment!  My arm is going to be worn out by the time I get thru with you, and just for the hell of it your safe word is 'redball.' Not that I'm going to listen to you, now get those fucking clothes off bitch ."

I shuddered when she told me to take off my clothes. I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it from my shoulders. I unclasped my bra. I did it by force of habit. It fell off, exposing my breasts to her. She was staring at me, licking her lips.

I pulled my skirt down to my ankles and pulled my panties down. They slid across my hips and down to my ankles with my skirt. I stepped out of them. 

I looked at my Mistress, waiting for my next order.

Laura could see a faint smile. Mona was indeed gorgeous and she knew it. Laura would wipe the smile from her face in due time, for now, she had other plans for her slave. 

"Pickup your clothes, get your bag and follow me." The disappointment showed, the frown showed it all, Mona was expecting a show of affection. Laura led Mona to her bedroom, pointed out the dresser she was to use .

"Open the top drawer and bring me what you find." I did what I instructed, reaching in and bringing out the only thing in there. My face flushed as I held the thin rod. It was perfect not only whipping a person, causing great pain but also leaving red marks that would turn to purple bruises in a day or so. Laura hadn't meant to punish Mona to this extent, but she had shown defiance 3 times or more and Laura needed to show her it wasn't acceptable. Holding out her hand, Mona brought it to her.

"Bend over the ottoman." Laura stroked her lovely ass. "Do you know why I'm going to punish you? I am going to apply 15 strokes. You won't be able to sustain all 30, so I"m going to split them, you had better not accrue any more. I won't be so easy on you the next time. Laura waited for an answer.

I slowly bent over the ottoman. My ass in the air, waiting for her to strike me. The whip was nasty. I knew it would leave marks. I didn't know if i could take it. She gave me a safe word. I hope she stops when I use it. I knew I would have. I have never been whipped before. 

"Okay then slut, no answer to my question, it's a shame to mark that ass." Laura knew that Mona needed the whipping. She bends the rod almost in two, the flexibility of it makes it the ideal way to punish a slave, the force it generates swinging gives twice the force when striking. Laura brought it behind her shoulder arm extended to the fullest, then with all her strength she brought it down! Perfect! A welt rose on both her ass cheeks, she drew it back and brought it down again before Mona could react. She waited wanting the pain to hit home. Mistress was getting hot, a whipping always did that to her .

I gasped when she struck me with the whip. It wrapped around me, raising a welt on both ass cheeks...

"God!!" I screamed, crying. 

"No, God no. Stop!!" My ass was on fire.....then I remembered the safe word.

"Red ball, red ball!!" I cried as I said it, hoping she would hear. 

I struggled with each stroke of the whip. She was horrible, so mean, making my ass hurt so. 

"red ball!! RED BALL!!" I tried to get her to stop....but she ignored my safe word. 

"Please...stop....I'm bleeding!!" I could feel the trickle of blood dripping down my behind.

Then I feel her fingers playing with my pussy, pushing inside. I began to moan, breathing heavily. She asks if I want her to stop...

"No, God no. Make me cum, please." I beg.

The blood was a slight exaggeration, a drop maybe,if Mona hadn't bounced around so much it wouldn't have happened. Mistress stopped playing with my pussy, getting a sani towel, wiping up the blood, kissing my ass. 

Mistress stripped saying "It was time to show her what happened to good girls." I watched as Mistress took off her clothes. She worked out a lot and was very proud of the way she looked. She licked her lips as she got into bed beside me. She kissed me deeply, her tongue in my mouth.

Her hands caressing my breasts, my nipples getting hard as she playfully teased them. Mistress took a nipple in her mouth sucking it while stroking the other.

Her hands caressing my trembling inner thighs. Mistress kissed all around my lower belly and thighs. 

"Are you ready to give your self to me completely, to be my slave?" Laura's hips thrusting moaning in passion, Mistress wanted an answer. I gasped.

"Yes, Mistress. I want to be your slave." Her welts still raging, but I felt her tenderness. 

I was going crazy, grabbing her hair, pulling her closer to me. My legs spread, hoping her tongue would go deeper and deeper, faster and faster. She inserted her tongue. It touched my vaginal walls, as she flicked it.

She encircled my clit. I raised my head and yelled: "aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!"

I shuddered then I came.

Laura wanted me to understand that this was a reward for being good. If she thought that it would end the punishment for misbehaving, she was dead wrong. Mistress pulled her on top of her, spreading her legs wide. 

I could feel her mound pressing down on mine ,I murmured. "Make me cum baby," Mistress commanded me. "I want to look down between my legs and see the top of my blonde pussy."

I feel you pulling me closer to your pussy. I stick my tongue out and begin to lick your pussy lips, up and down the sides of your love hole. 

You hands pulling my hair, my tongue inserted in your pussy. You taste so good. I feel so protected, so cared for. Then I shivered. What happens when she wants to punish me again?



The Meeting Ch. 01



Jade was looking forward to seeing Anthony, wondering exactly how things might develop after his arrival, a few worst case scenarios went through her mind, what if someone walked in on them? Do any of the staff know exactly what was going on behind closed doors, she hoped not, but cared little, they would not get to know how exciting it was, how good it felt, she most certainly would. 

She remembered vividly their last meeting, how good his cock felt, sliding into her pussy, slow at first, then fucking her, hard and deep. He had strength and stamina which he used to very good effect, pushing his cock as deep into Jade's pussy as he could, she loved wrapping her legs around his ass and holding him deep inside her as he emptied his cum into her, feeling it filling her. She also remembered how nice his lovely cock tasted in her mouth, she had immensely enjoyed sucking it, using her hand to fondle his balls, knowing she could empty them at will. She had liked the feel of his hands on her head, pulling her mouth onto his cock, his reassurance that he was controlling the situation. His cum had tasted lovely, she wanted more.

Anthony arrived, Jade had admired how handsome he was and how smartly he was dressed, watching him move from his Aston Martin towards the door. The car was beautiful, but it was its contents that interested Jade more, more precisely his cock which would become the centre of her attention at some stage. 

As he walked in Jade met him by the door, she tried to make their initial greeting seem like a normal formal meeting, she could feel the gazes of staff, most of whom admired Anthony's good looks, some of whom wished they could have a few moments alone with him. The opportunity to touch, perhaps feel his touch seemed like nice way to spend an hour, in their eyes Jade was very fortunate to have the pleasure of an hour or so in his company. 

What was merely interest on their part seemed like close scrutiny to Jade, but it somehow made what she was planning more exciting. 

She had removed her thong, and the dress she was wearing hugged her figure, accentuating her curves and somehow making her breasts more appealing than usual. Her black holdup stockings felt good on her legs, and accentuated their shape, she was longing to feel him stroking them knowing he couldn't resist the lure of such lovely lingerie, what man could?

She could now feel air against her pussy, excitingly, her thoughts instantly drifted to Pete, he would certainly have approved of how she looked, perhaps stockings may have given him a clearer message when he visited. She knew his fetish for such attire was strong, and perhaps would have lured his touch to her legs. Once there he would have been a slave to his desires, who knows where his tongue might have ended up, her pussy dampened at the thought of his head between her legs. 

He was back home 257 miles away, but she wouldn't have minded if he had been in a cupboard watching, the thought of being watched with another man was an exciting prospect, which made her pussy dampen even more. The possibilities of such a situation were endless, should he allow him to wank, or perhaps restrict his activity to watching. 

Her mind snapped back to Anthony, he was handsome, pleasing to look at and she knew the attraction was mutual. She was was longing for his touch down there, his cock against her pussy. She would make this seem easy for Anthony, knowing his ego and sense of control would aid his excitement, and intensify the experience for him. Give him an illusion of being in charge of this situation.

Formalities over, discussion had now ended with regard to work, they looked at each other. They were alone in an office, next door was a small conference facility, Anthony took her hand and beckoned her in there.

They kissed hard, lips meeting firmly, tongues exploring. It was quite a feverish exchange, it had been some time since their last meeting. Anthony's excitement was fast becoming obvious as his cock hardened, and grew significantly in size. Jade remembered its form, how her hand had grasped it, stroked it, how it had tasted, she knew she was about to be reminded of how much she enjoyed cock, and this one was no different. 

Their bodies were now close, his arms were around Jade, his fingers caressing and exploring. He moved his arms down her back and started exploring Jades lower back, moving to her ass, his cock grew suddenly as he discovered the lack of underwear, this would be easy. 

He moved one of his hands up to her beautiful tits, feeling them through the dress initially, squeezing them remembering how full and lovely they felt. His hands made their way deftly inside her dress, and before long had his hand on her naked breast and was touching, feeling a nipple. He suddenly longed to kiss both her nipples, and taste her lovely breasts.

His hard cock was straining the front of his trousers, Jade's hand moved down there, she didn't have to ascertain whether he was excited or not, she had felt his cock rubbing against her and knew it was ready for her attention. 

She lowered herself to her knees, looking up at Anthony. He was looking down at her, expectantly. She held that moment, confidently knowing that it was her that was in control, but not for too long, she didn't want to shatter his illusions, importantly she longed to see his cock. 

She touched his cock through his trousers, felt it jerk. It felt amazing to her, she moved her fingers to his trousers, undid them, slowly and carefully unzipping and peeling them from his firm waist. She kissed his stomach just above his cock, feeling his hard member against her chin. 

Anthony was watching this beautiful woman on his knees in front of her, he felt masterful and when she looked up at him he swore he had never seen a more beautiful sight.

Jade pulled his trunks down, his hard cock sprung out and hit her in the face, she marveled at its firmness, and grasped it, using her thumb to stimulate the sensitive underside. She could smell the unmistakable masculine odor, pleasant and very much to her liking, she heard him gasp. She then started to stroke it, watching it for a while, remembering how much she loved cock. 

She could feel him becoming tense, and wanted to slow this part of the procedure a little, intensify his pleasure, make him hers. She eased her stroking, but gently moved her lips to the head of his cock, placing her lips around its form, kissing it, tasting the precum on its head, she loved that taste.

Anthony was enjoying Jade's touch on his cock, he knew her beauty, sexuality and sensuousness would make it difficult for him to cum anything other than quickly, but the pleasure he was feeling meant that he wasn't overly bothered, he suddenly was desperate for satisfaction. 

He suddenly felt Jade's soft lips on his cock, she licked at the tip; he loved how her tongue felt. Her mouth moved over the head of his cock, he pushed his hips forward, placing his hands on her head and watched as she started to take more and more of his cock into her mouth after each thrust. 

He was surprised how much of his long cock could disappear before he felt the head of his cock against the back of Jade's throat. The pressure she was applying was gradually increasing, she was masterfully using her tongue to add stimulation to the process.

Jade was loving the taste of his cock, she momentarily thought of Pete, wondering how his cock would taste and how it might measure against this lovely member. She wondered how thick it would be, how long it would be, and how it would feel. She also wondered how he might respond to being present, either hidden, or better still restrained, close by, watching her worship this mans cock. She welcomed these thoughts, certain he would enjoy watching, perhaps jealous, but that would add to the excitement. Would Anthony enjoy such a situation, she was unsure. 

She returned her thoughts to the cock in her mouth, she was gently playing with his balls, squeezing them, she could feel him getting close. She wanted to taste his cum, so she tightened her grasp with her hands and mouth and increased the intensity of her head against his thrusts.

Anthony was in heaven, he pulled Jade's head as far onto his cock as he could, sensing she was struggling slightly to breathe. Her beauty and the intensity and expert application of her mouth on his cock was too much. He knew he wanted to fuck Jade, as hard as he could, but more importantly he was desperate to cum.

Jade felt Anthony was getting close to orgasm, her serious dilemma was that she wanted his cock in her pussy, but she also wanted to taste his cum, and feel him cumming in her mouth. She was hatching a plan she was sure would work, she was going to get both.

Anthony realized he was going to cum, he felt it wise to warn Jade, thought his cock was telling Jade everything she needed to know. He started to moan loudly, suddenly his cock jerked, an intense feeling of pleasure suddenly hit him, he could feel Jades lips and mouth firmly on his cock, they were going nowhere, she wanted to taste his cum.

Jade knew Anthony was cumming, she would not allow any other outcome. As his cock jerked she sucked hard, feeling an explosion of cum spray from the end of his cock, she knew this was going to taste fabulous and didn't want to waste a drop. The taste was unusual, but there was something dirty, sexual and male about it which made it special. She kept his cock in her mouth, sucking it as it softened. She would allow him a very period of recovery before she would stimulate him.

Anthony loved how her mouth had consumed all of his cum, how it had felt as she sucked him, he stroked her hair, and face. He knew the pleasure he had been granted meant he had a duty to regain hardness. Jade's lure and beauty would ensure that that would not take long.

Jade moved up and looked at Anthony, partially satisfied that she had given him such intense pleasure, she was swallowing the last of his cum, they would caress, she knew that his hands on her stockings, between her legs, playing with her pussy would excite him.



The Meeting Ch. 01



Tara stood just slightly to the side of Eli and Melody watched with lusty wonder as his cock twitched and bounced. Eli filled his lungs with her delicious scent and he felt himself swell even further. He could sense the precum oozing from the head of his shaft. Tara held the underwear high up and Eli’s head bent back, his nose straining upward to keep the scent in his nostrils. Like a mistress teasing an eager dog with a bone she held the aromatic and deeply sensual gift just out of Eli’s reach. For a moment he actually thought he was going to snap up and bite them from her hand but he pushed the urge down.

Melody could feel the tug low in her belly that signaled her awakening excitement. Her mind whirled with thoughts. She found herself genuinely concerned about soaking their couch with her juices. Melody was keenly aware of just how much she leaked when she grew excited and more just how much cum flooded from her if she actually orgasmed. As silly as it seemed she contemplated asking Tara if she would like her to sit atop a towel or perhaps a few. But she was quickly losing herself in the dance between Eli and Tara and the thought faded.

She marveled at Tara’s deft control over Eli and her knowing compassionate manipulation of his mind, his body, his emotions. She had gotten the briefest taste of it just moments ago and found herself deeply craving to feast herself on Tara’s obvious domination. She wanted desperately to offer herself up to Tara and surrender herself completely to this loving strong woman.

Tara slid the panties back down along Eli’s face and his eyes fluttered. He whimpered slightly when his chin met his chest and he could no longer follow the panties any further. Tara purred and leaned forward slightly. She slowly licked Eli’s face from his jaw to his temple. Eli’s mouth fell open in want at the slick touch on his flesh. At her touch.

“Mmmm…you like that don’t you pet?” Her full lips just a fraction from his ear. Her warm breath tickled the tiny hairs there and caused him to shiver.

“Yes.’ Eli’s voice barely a whisper.

“Such a horny boy you are. Here hold these for me,” Tara opened one leg of the panties and ringed them around Eli’s swollen cock. She let them slide down the shaft until they rested against his belly. She eased back and admired the sight. Eli’s eyes were closed as he struggled to stay focused.

Tara knew Eli so well, in some ways she may even know him better than he knew himself. Leading up to this day she had contemplated just directing him to plunge himself deep inside Melody and allow him to ravish her. Like two frenzied animals quickly spilling themselves onto one another with the pent up lust. She thought that perhaps that would allow Eli to set the need aside and then be more clearly focused on his submission to her.

But she dismissed the idea. Tara knew well that Eli lusted with a powerful hunger when he wanted something. Knew that once that lust was awakened he was all too often too weak to control it. Knew that a brief romping fuck, even with this one he wanted so badly would hardly slate his thirst and there would be no point then. No, it would be up to her to take control of Eli’s lust and guide him through the days to come.

She pressed her beer bottle against Eli’s cock and rubbed it up down over his rigid flesh. The stark cold against his engorged heat caused Eli to gasp and bite his lower lip. “Oooooo…Is that cold? Poor Baby.”

Tara pulled the bottle away and Eli felt the blood rush back into his lip as his teeth slowly released it. “That’s a good boy. Now don’t move.” Melody thought she sensed a change in Tara’s tone. Subtle and almost indiscernible but she was sure Tara now spoke with slightly more depth. Perhaps the slightest hint of passion creeping into her throat.

Melody’s lips parted in envious fascination as she watched Tara’s hand reach high up on Eli’s chest. Tara’s fingers spread and curled into a claw, her red nails glimmered like tiny spikes of pleasure. As Tara dug her nails deep into Eli’s flesh, just shy of breaking through the skin, he winced slightly and held his breath. Tara began to drag her nails down Eli’s chest with an agonizingly slow deliberation.

Melody found herself unconsciously leaning forward as she watched. She admired Eli’s stillness as he absorbed what she could only imagine had to be fairly intense pain. She yearned to feel Tara’s nails render her flesh in just such a way. Tara cooed in reassurance and approval as she watched the five red streaks rise in the wake of her nails.

Deeper and lower she dragged them down Eli’s body. Melody could see him twitch slightly as the sharp claws roamed across his ribs. Eli remained stock still, his eyes squeezed shut, his breath held. It hurt so bad. Later after Tara had worked him for a while this pain would pass almost unnoticed but when she began with her nails it always hurt. But he craved it and found himself slipping away. Could feel his spirit beginning to smolder with the first flickering flames of freedom.

Melody was transfixed by the sight. Her heart thumped slow and hard in her chest as she watched. A swell of thoughts swirled in her mind. She hoped Eli wasn’t hurting too bad but then again hoped he was. She was afraid of Tara turning those attentions toward her but then again desperately hoped that she would.

Melody heard Eli grunt and saw his thighs tense and fists ball up as Tara brought her skillful nails across the thin sensitive flesh of his ribs. She dragged them down over his hip and across his thigh. Red stinging welts rising behind her touch in stark contrast to Eli’s fair skin. Melody couldn’t help but think that Eli looked incredibly sexy just then.

Tara, knowing her painfully nurturing touch was beginning to have the desired effect on Eli, growled slightly, “Breathe. Breathe pet.” Tara was ever watchful over Eli when she began to ply herself on his body. She knew well that often she had to help him adjust to the sudden sharpness and help him ease through those first few minutes. Reminding him to breathe and to relax until his mind and body melted back into one and accepted her. From then on she had to watch Eli for his own safety. For after she coaxed him past that initiation, Eli would sink and continue sinking until he reached a placed where the pain simply came in rolling waves. When he got like that he could tolerate extreme amounts of pain and would cry out for more of it. He would beg for it both to feed his hunger and in an effort to please her. Eli could easily allow himself to be physically injured during those times. So Tara had learned to keep a careful eye on him throughout the entire experience. Her loving hands and thoughtful mind their guides along the blissful waters.

Over and over she dug at Eli’s flesh and as he took heed of Tara’s words and slowly began to breathe his body began to relax. He was slipping and Tara relished it. This power, this control, this infliction of pain. The mere thought that Eli would offer his body to her so that she may feed her own hunger always made her heart swell.

Tara took a step back and drank from her beer. She admired her handy work. Eli stood there, head lolling slightly, slowly sliding back to the reality at hand. Melody’s red panties hung from his cock. He now wore his red-streaked flesh like a pin striped suit. Tara couldn’t help but think he looked more than a little like Uncle Sam and she smiled at herself.

Her palm lay flat and warm over Eli’s heart and she could feel the dull thuds in his chest. Slow and relaxed were the beats and this pleased her. Eli’s eyes fluttered open and with a somewhat hazy look he gazed upon this woman he loved so dearly. “That’s my good boy Eli. That’s my good boy.” Tara’s reassuring words comforted him as they always did.

She turned back to Melody whose lips still hung open in hungry rapture, her eyes still fixed on Eli’s body. She snapped back into her own mind at Tara’s words, “Where did you put it Little M?”

She looked to Tara and found her kneeling before her suitcase and duffel bag. At first Melody was confused, her mind cloudy from all she was experiencing. But then she remembered one of the many instructions that Tara had given her before she had departed for the trip.

“Little M?” Tara’s sing-song voice rang out like a mother trying to get the attention of an overwhelmed child.

Melody tried to speak but then paused and cleared her throat. Confident she wouldn’t croak the words out she finally answered, “In…Inside the suitcase Ms. T. On the inside of the top is a pocket. It’s in there, they are all in there. Easily accessible just as you asked ma’am. Would you like me to get it for you?”

Tara smiled at Melody’s willingness to serve. She knew that this one was a complete submissive in every sense. Eli too was a complete submissive but he was strong-willed and feisty like a rogue mustang that constantly had to be reigned in. But this sweet young girl was the kind of submissive who craved to serve deep in the marrow of her bones. The idea excited Tara greatly. A whole new kind of submission for her mind to explore.

“No sweetheart, thank you but no. I’ll get it. Do you have anything in here that is private?”

Melody shook her head slowly, “No Ms. T, I don’t have anything that you cannot see. Anything…”

Tara regarded Melody for a moment, knowing she hadn’t just meant the contents of the suitcase. This would indeed be a challenge for Tara. This control over two radically different but equally willing submissives. With the control Tara knew well that she assumed a great responsibility. She was not only responsible for their well being and physical care but for their emotional and mental care. She had to read them both and ply her own mind and body to each of them in ways that would bring about all that they wished to give, all that they needed to rid themselves of. Tara was keenly aware that every sub was unique and different. She loved the idea of learning just exactly what would trip Melody’s switches and send her spiraling into that blurry world of freedom.

Tara opened the suitcase and Eli watched in curiosity at what it was she was retrieving, this agreement between the ladies unknown to him. He saw Tara’s hand reach into the pocket and could see her fingers exploring the objects inside. She felt and tested each of them until she came upon whatever it was she desired. Eli watched closely as Tara’s hand emerged with a long thin black wire. As she pulled further, Eli realized it was a sex toy. He studied the stubby clear plastic sheath with all its spikes and bumps wrapped tightly around a shiny silver bullet. The wire snaked out from the bullet to the bluish remote control.

Tara looked over at Melody and cocked her head as if to ask, “is this the one?” Melody slowly licked her lips and nodded. Tara smiled and rose with the device in her hands. She turned the dial on the control and the tiny but powerful bullet sprang to life. It buzzed loudly and Tara was pleasantly surprised by the power of the tiny toy. Tara didn’t care for weak toys, she liked them to be strong. Tiny and strong suited her even more.

She studied the little spikes and flicked them with her finger as the toy hummed in her hand. She pressed it to her forearm and felt the sensations then to her cleavage. She tested the toy on the sensitive bits of her exposed flesh. “Humph…” She smiled in surprised satisfaction and turned the toy off.

Tara strode over to Eli and ran the plastic covered bullet under his nose. “Ohhh...Look Eli, this is the toy that our sweet Little M uses to make herself cum. That’s a good boy, smell it. Lick it.” Tara growled quietly as Eli’s tongue darted out and caressed the toy. “Oh you like the idea of being so close to the toy that she uses on herself. I wonder how many orgasms this toy has given her? I wonder how many times she has taken this toy to her sweet little cunt and day dreamed of you fucking her?”

Eli grunted at the words and shivered slightly. Tara gave a sinister giggle as she watched him respond to her teasing. Tara turned and strolled around the antique chest she used as a coffee table coming to stand at the opposite end of the couch from the seated Melody. She did not look down at Melody or over at Eli but rather seemed to be looking out through the curtained window across the room. It seemed to Melody that Tara was contemplating something, or maybe simply pausing for a moment to enjoy herself.

Tara set the toy down with a clack on the wooden chest and again picked up her half-empty beer bottle. She eased herself down onto the couch and scooted her body over very close to Melody’s. Tara could feel the small girl begin to tremble with anticipation against her larger frame. Tara drank slow and deep from her bottle and then returned it to the chest.

Her gentle fingers reached out and caressed Melody’s soft flushed cheeks. Tara’s head cocked from side to side as she stroked Melody’s face and head. Her fingers leisurely running through her golden hair and down over her eyes. She was quite happy to sit for a moment and lovingly touch and explore this wonderful girl before her.

Melody’s eyes closed and her lips parted as she lost herself in Tara’s sensitive ministrations. Tara’s lone finger trailed down over Melody’s full lips and paused on the lower one. Instinctively, Melody’s tongue slipped out and caressed the offering. She hadn’t been aware she had done it, it was merely a reaction. But it pleased Tara and she purred. With that Melody licked at Tara’s finger all the faster until at last Tara eased the finger deep inside her wanting mouth.

Melody sucked at the finger with a loving worship. She sucked Tara’s finger into her as if she was trying to suck Tara herself into her body. She tasted for the first time the flesh of this strong woman that she so desired to be near. 

Tara’s eyes were so close to Melody’s own now and she eased the finger in and out of Melody’s hungry mouth and allowed the girl to attack it. Without looking away Tara said, “Come here Eli.” From the corner of her eye, Tara could see him move up in front of Melody’s bent knees. “Down Eli. Get down on your knees”

Eli did as he was bade and knelt oh so close to Melody’s legs. Her sex only a fraction away from him now yet still hidden behind her clenched thighs. Tara pulled her shiny wet finger from Melody’s mouth and pushed gently on her shoulder. Melody’s eyes opened as she eased her shoulders back against the fluffy cushions behind her.

Tara’s warm hand slipped alongside Melody’s cheek and she turned her head to face her. Melody gazed deep into Tara’s eyes. Eyes that were now slightly darker yet at the same time clearer than they had been before. The look of lust beginning to fill them. It pleased Melody greatly to see a visible sign of Tara’s growing excitement.

With a surprising suddenness, Tara swept down to Melody’s face and consumed her mouth in a deep hard kiss. It took Melody a moment to adjust and then properly return the kiss that Tara lavished upon her. It was a strong powerful kiss and Melody quickly lost herself in it. Tara’s tongue invaded her mouth and danced about in lusty exploration.

Melody groaned quietly as Tara took her. Tara’s hand left her face and rubbed hard down over her chest. Her nails ever so slightly furrowing her flesh as they drifted downward. Melody’s mind whirled and she struggled to stay focused. She wanted desperately to stay focused so that she could properly react to Tara’s actions. She moaned into Tara’s mouth when she felt the fingers pinch and pull at her already swollen nipple. A hard squeeze that hurt a bit but felt so wonderful.

Tara was now attacking Melody’s face and neck and shoulder. Sucking, kissing, licking, biting. Melody’s body came alive with sensation as the strong woman explored her. Tara’s fingers pulled and twisted and squeezed her nipple and tiny zaps of pleasure shot out through her chest. Melody wanted to cry out and beg for more when she felt Tara’s hand move from her breast. The blood flooded back into her nipple with a subtle sting. But her thoughts of selfish begging were short lived as she felt Tara’s muscled fingers work down her soft belly.

Melody’s breaths came more forced now as she felt herself slipping into anticipation. Tara’s demanding touch stroked across her tender belly and Melody moaned. Melody struggled to flash her eyes open. There was Ms T starring at her face and Eli kneeling naked against her shins. She was so close to gone now. Quiet purrs and gentle moans escaped her lips without thought as she relished her acceptance amongst these two whom she cared for so deeply. Her cravings and desires fully awakened now.

She gasped and winced at the sudden sharp pain of Tara’s nails clawing deep into her tender inner thigh. Her head slammed back into the couch and she bit her lip hard at the quick sharp pain. She felt Tara cooing into her ear and heard her whispers, “Easy dear, easy…breathe…” Melody wanted more, it hurt but she desperately wanted more.

Melody had been involved in D/s relationships of one degree or another and with both sexes in the past. She had experienced pain and humiliation at the hands of others before but always it left her with a sense of incompleteness. They were carrying out the acts that she thought she so craved and indeed she had had some wonderful experiences, but in the end, when it was all over and she was left with her own thoughts, she still felt empty. But here, with these two people she felt herself feeling like she never had before. 

As Tara’s stinging touch dragged across her tender flesh, Melody found herself slipping into a state of mind she had only barely recognized before. Tara pulled her nails deep and hard into Melody’s thigh and up over that sweet part of her where her hip melted into her body. Melody’s legs began to part without thought. She was breathing low and deep as she let herself go, the surrender. At last, the surrender.

“That’s my good girl, open your legs to me. Give me that cunt Little M.” Tara’s words came lusty and strong in her ear. She spread herself open wide in eager anticipation, wanting, needing, hoping.

Eli watched in desperate lust as Melody exposed herself to his attentive gave. Her pretty shaved pussy spreading before his eyes. He could see her lips shimmering with her growing wetness. His eyes glanced briefly at Melody’s raked inner thighs and he smiled inwardly to himself at the deep red streaks that Tara had raised there. He knew that this was what Melody needed, knew too that this was what Tara craved. Eli studied the sweet bare pubic mound presented now to his eyes. It was a part of Melody’s body that he found deeply attractive. Eli had always admired the odd parts of a body. And he found himself lusting after this bulbous slick mound of flesh, so much more than anything he had seen in the pictures.

“There’s my cunt.” Tara growled. She slapped her hand against Melody’s wetness with quick snap and Melody winced slightly. “My cunt Melody.” Her hand roamed over and around the puffy lips and teasingly tweaked her clit. “Do you understand Melody, this isn’t your cunt any more, it is mine. I own your cunt now.”

Melody groaned deep and loud with the words and the sensation, “Yes Ms T it is your cunt…please…please Ms T…it is your cunt…”

“It’s a naughty little cunt isn’t it Little One?”

“Yes ma’am,” Melody’s hips began to roll with Tara’s exploring touch.

“A needy little cunt”

“Yes”

Melody found her hips slipping forward, her body inching down, her ass just at the edge of the couch now. She could feel her spirit welling up inside her, could feel emotions slamming inside of her in a blissful dance with her body.

Tara eased back slightly and let the pad of her finger gently mingle over Melody’s swollen clit, soft and gentle. She gazed into Melody’s eyes for a moment. Melody surprised herself when the words left her lips, “Please, take me Ms T. Please let me be me…”




The Meeting Ch. 01



Tara studied Melody’s face and recognized the true want there. The words she had just spoken touched Tara deeply. She brought her slick fingers up and ran them under Melody’s nose. “Always my sweet one. You will always be free with me.”

Melody breathed deep of her own scent on Tara’s slick fingers. She moaned at the words. Tara pushed her finger back into Melody’s mouth and she sucked at it even harder than she had moments before. Desperate to taste herself on Tara’s flesh. Desperate to please Tara.

Tara cooed and allowed Melody to worship her finger for a few moments. Then she slowly slipped the finger out of Melody’s pouting lips, “Open my cunt for me Melody.” Tara’s eyes never left Melody’s face. 

Melody glanced quickly at Tara and then down to the kneeling Eli, “Yes Ms T.” Melody’s hands snaked over the tops of her thighs and slipped inside. She spread her knees even wider and Eli could now see the darkened skin behind her pussy that invited his eyes to her nether hole, still hidden but so close now.

Melody’s fingers slipped to each side of her swelling outer lips. Her thumb inadvertently flicking over her clit and she realized how hard it was. She pulled at her lips and adjusted her fingers until she had stretched herself wide open. Eli could see all of her now. The thick outer lips pulled back and bunched under Melody’s fingers. The thin ribbony inner lips that were beginning to swell were spread open. The hood that protected her clit was stretched back allowing the hardened nub to jut out. The tiny dark circle in the center of her pussy that was the inside of Melody. The inside…

Melody groaned in pain when Tara’s hand slapped down against her spread pussy. Then again and again Tara slapped at the tender flesh at the core of the girl’s body. Melody’s eyes squeezed tightly shut as the sharp bolts of stinging pain shot out from between her legs. The slaps landing deep inside her pussy and atop her clit. The sweet tender flesh crying out as blood rushed in between each wonderfully tormenting blow.

With each new slap Eli could see Melody’s wetness growing. He listened to her deep groans and knew she was in pain, knew that she was loving it. As Tara slapped her over and over she would growl at Melody and talk to her, “My cunt! Naughty little cunt needs to be spanked!”

The hand landed with wet slaps now, Melody’s juices were pouring from her and it could be heard in each blow. Tara bit down hard on Melody’s lower lip as she slapped hard and fast in a quick rhythm. Melody was lost now, sinking into the painful pleasure that Tara was giving her. At last. She was moaning uncontrollably now as the pain in her swollen cunt grew to an almost unbearable intensity. Eli could see the darkness spreading on the brown cushion beneath Melody and was delighted at how wet she was getting.

Melody’s pussy screamed out at her. Just as Melody thought she could take no more and feared she would need to cry out and beg Tara stop, the blows ended. Blood coursed into every part of her reddened raw pussy. Eli could see her clit swollen rock hard now. The backs of Melody’s fingers red from the blows Tara had rained down upon her.

“Ssshhh…that’s a good girl. Breathe now my little one. Breathe. We just needed to purge out all those demons that had infested your cunt. My cunt. I want my cunt free of the past.” Tara’s fingers gently roamed and stroked over Melody’s fiery still spread pussy. She eased her finger deep inside Melody and purred into her ear as the girl whimpered with blissful excitement.

Tara slipped a second finger into Melody and curled them up toward her belly. She could feel the flesh had hardened along Melody’s upper wall and she pulled against it. She stroked the area firmly with her two curled fingers and Melody began to buck against her hand. “That’s it Little One, fuck my fingers. That’s it.”

Melody was moaning loud and with complete abandon. She ground her hips into Tara’s pleasing hand as the fingers stroked the deep sensitive wall of her inner pussy. She could feel the juices pouring from her and warming her ass. The salty scent of her sex hung heavy in the air. The fingers bringing deep pulsing sensations that slowly spread through her body.

“Is this where you use your toy Little One? Is this where you push that ball into my sweet cunt?” Tara pulled hard and firm inside her pussy to indicate the spot.

“Uh huh…uhnnn…uhnnn…yesssss…”

“Oh yes, that’s it. Fuck my hand, fuck me. Do you want to cum Little One?”

“Uhnnn…yes, yes ma’am! Bad…uhnnn…”

Tara growled in approval. “Rub that toy on her swollen clit Eli!”

Eli’s shaky fingers hurried to retrieve the toy from atop the chest. Melody was filling the room with her loud moans and heady scent. Eli could barely control his actions as he was surrounded by this heated display. Somewhere in the back of her mind Melody heard the buzz of the toy coming to life.

Melody’s head snapped forward as she felt the strong vibrations pressing into her swollen clit. The toy rubbed and pushed over her hard nub and the fingers worked fast inside of her. Her fingers pulled at her lips even harder until it hurt and she feared she might rip herself apart. But she was so lost now, so consumed by the intense pleasure. She had feared whether she could cum easily for these two but that fear was no longer any where to be found.

Her body began to tremble and shudder as Eli caressed the powerful spiky toy on her clit and Tara milked her deep inner wall. So close now. She was literally crying out from the intensity. Her juices flowed freely from her and her mind buzzed. Her sex filled the air and she stole short gasps of breath. So close now.

“Cum Little One, cum for me now!”

Melody almost screamed as the first shots of white-hot pleasure erupted from her ravished pussy. The orgasm smashed across her body and forced her hard back against the sofa. She was thrashing and bucking and shaking as she rose with the first intense shots. The toy bringing the first orgasm shooting out from her clit but she could sense the second deeper orgasm already beginning to boil up inside of her. Tara’s fingers worked even harder as she felt Melody’s deep inner muscles pulse and swell further. 

Melody now did scream out in a loud shrill that heralded the second orgasm. This one deep and hard and almost painful as it pulsed out from far within her. Her cum flooded out of her and Eli had to force himself not to lap her sweet wet cunt. 

“That’s it my Melody cum for me. Cum for Tara! Oh yes that’s it. Look at you cumming so hard. Oh yes. So wet. So wet…” Tara’s fingers slowed as Melody thrashed and tensed her entire body. The orgasms almost overwhelmed her, her mind fuzzy and almost fading to black. “Easy now little one, come back to Tara now.”

Melody struggled to regain control of her mind and body. The toy had long since left her throbbing clit and the fingers that were still inside simply rolled and caressed her. Slow and gentle rubs that eased her back to consciousness. Melody couldn’t remember ever having cum so hard before and for a brief moment she wondered what it was going to be like when these two really took her.

Melody could again smell her scent strong in the air and knew she had soaked herself thoroughly. She could feel the ample wetness under her ass. Spreading out under her as if to caress and comfort her in her own warm juices. She so hoped that her ample wetness would please Ms T. She had become such a wetter since she had met them. She’d always been a wet girl but Eli had helped her explore the wonders of g-spot and urethra manipulation and since then she had become down right drenching in her orgasms.

Melody slowly pulled herself back to the here and now, Tara’s strong but gentle fingers rolled and stroked lovingly inside of her. A soothing, loving touch that helped Melody return yet still feel the pleasure.

“That’s my good girl. That was very nice my little M. I like watching your face when you cum. Hearing you moan so loud and hard. It pleases me. And look how wet you are. You’ve soaked my poor old couch clear through with your cum.” Tara pulled her fingers from Melody’s aching pussy and ever so slowly dragged them up and over her.

Melody gasped and shook uncontrollably as Tara’s wet fingers slid hard and long over her reddened tormented clit. The intensity almost too much to bare. Tara’s hand left her pussy and without looking she smeared her fingers into Eli’s face. Tara stared into Melody’s eyes as she let Eli lick the sweet salty juices from her fingers. She didn’t look at Eli but still she could sense his pleasure in this gift.

“That’s it boy, suck my fingers. Get your fill Eli. Taste our little M, smell her.” Tara’s voice had grown deep and throaty. Her eyes remained fixed on Melody’s as Eli worshiped her fingers. Melody gazed back at Tara with a loving look that said she was so thankful to her mistress. A look that said that she wished she was all that her mistress had hoped she would be. A look that yearned for her mistress’ approval.

Tara pulled her fingers away from Eli’s eager mouth and she again dragged them slow and deep inside Melody. Again pulling her ample cum across her fingers and then raising them to Melody’s nose. She was so wet that even this modest touch brought a drop to hang from Tara’s nail. 

“The little boy likes your scent and your taste little one, do you?” Melody drank of her scent, pulled herself into her body and felt a warmth spill across her. The familiarity comforting her, Tara’s enthusiasm reassuring her. 

“Lick”

Melody’s tongue flicked out and caressed Tara’s shiny fingers and she sucked her own cum into her mouth. Tara fed her two fingers between Melody’s lips and growled in approval. “That’s it my little slut, suck yourself off my fingers.”

Eli’s mind was ablaze with desire. The sights and sounds of all that was happening had driven him crazy with a lusty need. Melody’s juices covered her shiny bald pussy and the insides of her thighs and spilled out in a large dark patch across the couch and under her ass. Her delicious sex so close to his face, his marveling at the wonder of it. His eyes also intently watched the faces of ladies before him. Tara’s eyes dark and passionate, Melody’s cheeks flushed from the rush of pleasure she had just experienced. His cock dripped heavy beads of precum onto his thighs as he knelt and struggled to maintain control.

Tara eased her fingers from Melody’s warm mouth and stroked them across her soft cheeks and purred into her ear, “Such a pretty little slut you are my sweet girl.”

Then eased back and away from Melody and sat upright. She pulled her shirt up and over head and shook her thick red hair. Eli and Melody watched with excited anticipation as Tara’s hands rose behind her and unclasped her bra. Her ample cleavage bulged from the top of the tight fabric until at last the snap released. Tara pulled her bra down and away and cast it across the room. Her heavy breasts rested low. Her large dark areola beckoned to the two eager pets before her. Her thick nipples swollen and hard seem to be pointing to each them like tiny teasing fingers.

Tara rested back against the couch and unbuttoned her jeans. She ever so slowly unzipped them. She lifted her ass just a little and made the slightest adjustment to her jeans so they remained covering her sex but allowed some degree of freedom.

“Come here Eli and bring me slut’s toy.” Eli’s fingers trembled as he gathered up the well used toy with its long wire and remote control. He rose and both Melody and Tara looked at his straining cock turned shiny from all his leaking juices.

“Come around the chest and stand in front of me Eli.” Eli did as he was told and came to stand between Tara’s spread and still denim-clad legs. She took the toy from Eli’s shaky palm as he offered it to her. Her left hand held the controller, her right held the spike sheathed bullet. This hand snaked inside the opening of her jeans and disappeared into her nether region.

As her thumb turned the dial on the control Melody and Eli could hear the dull hum emanating out from Tara’s hidden crotch. Although her two obedient pets didn’t know it, Tara hadn’t planned on having an orgasm yet. But neither had she planned on becoming so incredibly excited. And she was the Mistress after all and all plans were hers to change as she saw fit.

“Oh look at your little boy cock all hard and wet. Poor Eli is going crazy isn’t he?”

“Y…Yes ma’am.” Eli’s bare shaven cock jutted out and twitched with his lover’s words. Melody unconsciously licked her lips as she gazed upon the reddened shaft and Tara’s large milky breasts. She could see Tara’s hand moving underneath her jeans and subtle wet sounds combined with the deep buzz to signal Tara’s growing excitement.

“Stroke your cock Eli. Get a big drop of cum on the head.”

Eli’s hand quickly reached for his engorged cock and he ever so slowly wrapped his fingers around the base of it. He was worried that it would only take a few short strokes before he exploded so he was being very cautious. He did not want to cum too quickly and face Tara’s certain punishment and humiliation for it.

Eli pulled his fingers in hard upward strokes and then more gentle downward strokes. It only took a couple passes up and down his shaft before he saw the heavy shimmering drop of cum seep out and hang from his tiny opening. He squeezed the swollen purple head hard to be sure he’d milked the full drop out and it almost slipped to the floor under its own weight.

Tara watched Eli’s cock until she was satisfied with the heavy drop of precum he milked from himself. “That’s my good boy. You may have a lick Melody.” Tara’s words dripped with her swelling passion.

Melody swallowed hard with eager joy at being allowed this treat. Oh how long had she wanted this cock? How many times and in how many ways had she brought herself to orgasm thinking about having this very cock fill her in every way? She scrambled over and her hands rested atop Tara’s spread thigh as her mouth reached out for Eli’s cock.

“Just the tip slut! You may just have a lick of the tip and that is all!”

Again Melody swallowed hard, this time pushing down her need to swallow Eli whole into her wanting mouth. Eli’s thighs tensed at the sight of this pretty young girl he so craved bringing her face to him. He watched her shiny pink tongue slip out from between her full red lips and rise to his cum covered cock. He groaned deep and loud as he felt the blissful sensation of her licking that heavy drop of precum from his ultra-sensitive head. The very tip of Melody’s tongue slipping along the underside where his head came together and then up over the stretched purple skin. It slipped between the hole and gently pushed inward there ever so slightly before traveling up across the top of him. Melody was truly savoring this tiny gift.

“That’s my good girl. You like that don’t you my pretty slut? You like to taste Eli’s cum don’t you?”

Melody batted her eyes slowly as she swirled Eli’s tiny drop of cum around in her mouth. Tasting the flesh of his cock on her tongue as well as his juice. Her nose breathed deep of his scent before she eased back and away from him.

“Yes ma’am. Very much”

“Stroke it Eli and cum on my tits. Hurry up, Mistress is tired of waiting.” Tara’s legs had begun to twitch and her hips rolled in a slow rhythm as the she smashed the powerful foreign toy against her straining clit. She became aware of her own scent battling Melody’s now and knew she was drawing close.

Eli’s hand wrapped around his thick shaft and he began to stroke in earnest. He worked his cock hard and fast both in hopes of pleasing his mistress and desperately seeking relief for his pent up lust. His dangling left hand balled into a fist and his eyes fluttered shut.

Melody’s eyes flashed from Eli’s cock to his face and back again. She couldn’t decide which excited her more. The purely sexual desire of watching him work his hungry cock or the deeply pleasing look spread across Eli’s face as he fell deep into his own pleasure. When again her eyes glanced to Eli’s cock she watched his balls draw up tight to his body.

Eli was grunting now. The grunts coming faster as his orgasm welled up inside of him. His legs tensed and his ass clenched hard. So close now.

“See Melody, this is what the little pleasure slut does when he talks to you and looks at your pictures. He runs over to the bed and strokes his little boy cock like a hungry dog.”

Eli’s eyes flashed open and gazed down on Tara’s heavy bare breasts, he aimed his cock downward slightly and gave one final long hard stroke. He groaned loud and hard as the first hint of cum seeped from his head before a strong thick burst exploded onto Tara’s chest. With quick jerking strokes he milked shot after shot of hot cum out of his cock. Heavy powerful bursts that splashed across Tara and dripped down her tits and covered her soft belly.

“That’s it boy, cum all over me. Shoot that cum onto my tits!” Tara was very close herself now. She hadn’t anticipated just how excited she would get having these two beautiful pets together under hand for the first time. She ground the toy into her swollen clit and had to think about her words before she spoke them. She did not want her voice to crack and provide these two with signs of her weakness.

Eli moaned and jerked about as the last of him spilled out onto Tara. He nearly lost his balance from the intensity of his orgasm. The sharp almost stinging bolts of pleasure slowly turning to rolling waves that washed out from his cock.

“That’s my good boy. Now clean me pets. Clean my tits with your tongues.”

Melody knew just what this meant to both Eli and Tara. She had been training him to eat his own cum and knew that while it was still sometimes difficult for Eli he had made good progress. She wondered how he would do now. But remembering her indiscretion of earlier she did not look at him or hesitate in her actions. Melody leaned down and let her tongue run full and flat from Tara’s soft belly up to her swollen nipple, pulling heavy drops of cum into her mouth. The cum spilled across the sides of her mouth and dripped down off of her chin and Tara found her appearing deliciously slutty.

Eli dropped to his knees, his half-hard cock still twitched from his hard orgasm. He swallowed and leaned into Tara. Like Melody, his tongue also dragged a large amount of cum into his mouth and he tasted his salty thick wetness on his tongue. Melody and Eli licked and lapped at Tara’s belly, chest, and tits. Eli was completely lost now and after passing the first bit of cum down his throat he settled in and cleaned his lover with fervor.

“That’s it my little cum sluts…clean your m…”Tara stopped herself from finishing the sentence. She was losing herself in the moment and in her boiling sexual desire. “Suck my tits pets. Suck”

Melody’s mind was alive with lusty hunger. She so enjoyed the taste of the sweet man on her tongue. So enjoyed the pleasure she was bringing to the strong woman sprawled under her. Her mind again becoming overwhelmed as her natural need to please took control of her.

Both she and Eli sucked a nipple into their warm cum filled mouths. Licking and sucking the hard thick buds of flesh with true passion and love. Both of them were desperate to show their gratitude to this wonderful woman who they had given themselves to.

Tara managed to open her eyes and gaze down at her two lovers worshipping her wet nipples. Her chest and tits glimmered with cum and saliva as the two pets lovingly and hungry worked her nipples into their mouths.

“That’s it little ones. Suckle. Suckle my babies. Feed on your…” Tara groaned deep in her throat as the orgasm exploded out of her wet pussy. Her hips shook and her thighs trembled as intense shards of pleasure smashed through her body.




The Meeting Ch. 02



Sandy had been thinking of Tom ever since they parted. She found it hard at times to think of anything else but him. Her mind kept going back to how his hands felt as he touched her body bringing it to life. As she dreamed her hands roamed to the very spots he had touch not so long ago. She fantasized about what the next time would be like, and hoped that it would be very soon.

At the same time Tom was also thinking of how his body had responded to her touch. She had brought to life a part of him that he thought was forever to remain dormant. He to began to fantasize about how it would be the next time.

Sandy had tried on a few occasions to contact Tom via the net but had so far been unable to. she decided to try again and this time JOY! he was there. All of the feeling of longing and lust she had been feeling spilled out to him and she could almost see his smile. He returned the feelings and they both longed to arrange a time to see each other again. 

While chatting they and dreamed of how it would be the next time. soon they discussed when he would be in her town again and found that he was scheduled to go to a conference in 4 weeks that would last for 3 days. Sandy got out her planner and found that her husband would be gone on one of those days and she could meet him then. In Fact she could meet him the day before for drinks and maybe a quickie. She had a late meeting that day and could tell her husband that she would be working very late so he would not be suspicious.

With that decided they both signed off with the promise to be together soon. Sandy continued to dream of what the next time would be like and soon found that her hand had found her most private spot and was quickly bringing herself to a very satisfying orgasm. Tom also was so worked up from their conversation that he had to go into his private bath and get himself off with fantasies of her.

The weeks quickly past and it was finally the day for them to meet again. Both had enjoyed reliving the memories of the first time and the effect that those memories caused. And now they were both very ready to create a new set of memories to overshadow the previous ones. 

Sandy was nervous as she entered the bar they had agreed to meet. The music was at just the right volume for conversation but loud enough that people at the next tables would have to strain to eavesdrop on conversations. As she walk further into the room her eyes found the object of all of her longing and desire. She stood for a moment and just watched him as he looked around the bar not expecting her to be there yet. Sandy smiled as she saw his face light up when he finally saw her. The joy on his face made all her fears and nervousness fade away. To her he was the best looking and most sexy man in the whole place. From the look on his face he felt the same way about her. It was as if everyone else just disappeared and all that was left were the two of them. It had been so long since either of them had felt this way and it was a feeling that neither of them wanted to stop.

Sandy made her way over to Tom and he stood as a gentleman should as she approached. He pulled her chair out and then in as she sat down. Once seated Tom bent and ever so gently kissed her on the neck sending a shiver through her body.

The two chatted for awhile and then decided that they needed to go someplace a little less crowded. Since they had come in separate cars the problem of where to go and in which car to go in arose. They finally decided to leave her car and go for a drive. 

It was a beautiful night, just the right temperature for driving with the top down. As they made their way to the edge of town the sky opened up as if to say welcome to an exciting experience. They were soon outside of town and driving on a road that saw very little if any traffic. Tom pulled over on a field road that lead into a group of trees and turned off the engine. This seemed to be a good spot to sit and listen to nature and see what strange delights might come up. As they talked they soon were reaching out to caress the others arm. They found themselves leaning closer and closer till they were locked in an embrace. As they kissed and nibbled each other their hands found buttons to unbutton and zippers to let down. Soon their clothes were abandoned and once again they found themselves joined in a lovers dance. Tom had moved over until he was sitting in the middle of the two seats and this was becoming uncomfortable. He kissed Sandy and suggested that they get the blanket he kept for emergencies out and move to the soft grass. She thought that was an great idea. Soon they resumed their dance as if it had never stopped. Sandy's hair tickled Tom as she rode him. He loved the look on her face, it was as if she was in heaven and he was her chariot. The joy he saw in her face was worth every moment they were apart. As she rode him all he could think of was how lucky he was to have found a woman that wanted to please him as much as he wanted to please her.

As Sandy rode him the heat was beginning to get unbearable and they both sought release. Sandy rode harder and faster until Tom felt about to pop and he could tell that she was about to cum also. And with a scream of joy they came together and collapses in each others arms.

Reality began to set in and they realized that in their haste to find a spot to enjoy each other they had parked next to a house with only the tree row to hide them. This brought a laugh to both of them. So like wild teenagers they gathered their clothes and quickly dressed. still laughing and trying to be quite they started the car and drove back to town and to Sandy's car.

Once back at the bar they found it hard to say good-bye, even knowing that in a few hours they would be together again. They had planned to meet for breakfast and then go to his room and enjoy each others pleasures. With the promise of the next days pleasures they found the strength to part and head to their beds for the night.

With the dawning of a new day Sandy arose and went to shower. As the water cascaded over her body she thought back to the night before and the giddy feeling she had acting like a teenager in heat. Her husband in the other room heard her laugh and yelled out a question as to why she was laughing. To this she replied that it was a good day and she felt like laughing. He shook his head and went about getting dressed. As Sandy stepped from the shower she heard her husband leaving the house and going to work. She wondered to herself why she stayed with him. Once again he had left without a word of good-bye or a kiss.

Tom was also standing in the shower and remembering the night before. He knew that the heat they had started last night was nothing to compare to the heat that would consume them today. He started to get hard just thinking of what lay ahead.

Sandy was finding it hard to wait. It was 8:00 and they were to meet at 9:00. She decided to surprise him and drove to the nearest bakery and then to the motel Tom was staying at. Stopping at the front desk she inquired as to which room he was in and then proceeded to his door. Suddenly nervousness overcame her. She had no idea how he would react. Tossing caution to the wind she knocked.

Tom having come out of the shower and deciding to air dry was sitting on the edge of the bed watching the morning news when he heard the knock and wondered who it could be at this time of the morning. Grabbing a towel he went to the door and looked out the peep hole. There standing looking worried stood Sandy. He chuckled and opened the door, grabbed her and pulled her into the room. Sandy

was so startled that she almost dropped her rolls. Once he had her inside he wrapped her in his arms and gave her a big kiss while still laughing. Sandy began to laugh also and they fell on the bed rolls and all.

Once recovered Tom asked "What brings you here so early on this BEAUTIFUL day" 

Sandy replied " I was hungry and not just for food, and I know you have just what I am craving" 

"You can have all you want. It is all for you, and there is plenty of it." Tom remarked. He then looked at her shirt and noticed that she had gotten glaze all over it. He told her to go wash it out and hang it over the shower door and he would see what damage the rolls had sustained.

The rolls were salvageable and he set them out on the napkins that were in the sack. Just then Sandy stepped out of the bath and Tom hearing her, looked up. Standing there with nothing on, and the light from behind, she looked like a goddess and he knew that she was all his for the day. He smiled as he walked to her and let his towel drop. 

The rolls were quickly forgotten and the dance had begun. Tom kissed Sandy gently at first and then with hunger. She returned the feeling and they soon were on the bed kissing and touching each other. 

Sandy stopped for a moment and moved to take him into her mouth. Looking up at his face she stopped and said" I told you I was hungry" and then went back to nursing on his cock. 

Sandy love to suck cock and was good at it from what she had been told. She continued to nibble and suck on Tom enjoying the way he would jerk when her tongue hit that sweet spot just under the head. Her tongue slid along the underside of Tom's cock and then she would suck gently on the head and then back down his length. Over and over until it was getting to be too much and Tm made her stop. This almost brought a tear to Sandy's eyes. She was so engrossed in what she was doing that she had forgotten that there was a body attached to the cock.

Tom stroked her cheek and beckoned her to move up on the bed. Now it was her turn to receive. Sandy lay back and Tom moved to kiss and nibble his way all over her body. soon he had found her core. He stopped to breath her scent. The muskiness of her that was all her own. He found that she was already starting to drip and he ran his tongue up her V to catch a drop that was about to get away. Sandy shivered with the feeling, and lay back to savor the sensations. Tom was a master at what he was doing. He seemed to know just where to touch and with just the right degree of pressure. His tongue slid up and down, sometimes dipping in to drink her juices and every once in a while he would suck on her clit. He nursed on her clit much like she had nursed on his cock just a few moments ago.

Sandy couldn't take it any more and she started to grasp at him trying to get him to move around so that she could show him with her mouth just how much pleasure he was giving her. Tom got the message and without stopping or breaking contact moved to where he was straddle her face and she was able to once again feast on his body. Soon the time came that they reached a mutual orgasm and Tom rolled to the side still licking, gently now, on her and she still sucking softly on him to get the last drops.

Sandy let out a laugh and said " that is the best breakfast I have had in a long time" Tom laughed also and nipped at her clit making her scrum and then went to get a washcloth to clean up the residue from their bodies.

Sandy meanwhile followed him in to the bath and wrapped her arms around him. She suggested that he call room service and order some coffee to go with the rolls and she would jump in the shower to rinse off the sweat their bodies had caused. Tom agreed and went to make the call. Sandy stepped into the shower and adjusted the water temperature and started to rinse off her body. Tom quickly made the call to room service and thinking ahead told them to bring the coffee in as he would be in the shower and didn't want to come out to open the door.

He then went back in the the bath stepped into the shower and proceeded to start all over on his caresses. Sandy responded to him by leaning back against him and then turning around to face him reaching up to put her arms around his neck. He could feel her heat and was amazed at how hot she could get. He thanked his lucky stars that she was his, at least for day. 

She started to nibble on his neck sending shivers up and down his back. He responded by doing the same to her. Tom, kneeling down, licked at the drops rolling down her body and then licked his way back up to suck on her breast. Sandy moaned and stretched much like a cat in the sun. Sandy gave Tom a slight push and bent to suck on his nipples and licked a path down his body till she found his cock. Taking him into her mouth she sucked until he was hard and then turned with her back to him and with her body begged him to enter her. He obliged and quickly rammed his cock with one stroke to the hilt. Sandy moaned again in ecstasy. He knew that she liked it like that. Grabbing her hips he became to pump into her and with ever stroke tried to go a little deeper. Sandy was on the edge of cumming and couldn't control the feeling any longer. With a great gush she came and feeling her release so did he.

Spent they fell apart and once again laughed at the fact that they couldn't seem to keep their hands and mouths off of each other. They quickly soaped up, rinsed off, and dried each other off. Dropping their towels on the floor they walked naked back into the bedroom.

As they entered the room they saw that room service had been there and wondered if they had heard any noise from the bath. This brought a new round of laughter from both of them. Taking a break to replenish their energy they sat down and ate a roll and drank some coffee.

As they were eating Tom noticed that Sandy had dropped bits of roll on herself and he decided to add to the mess. Just as she went to put a piece of roll in her mouth he threw a piece at her and it being covered in glaze slid down her bare skin. Sandy screamed in surprise and Tom laughed. He then leaned over to lick up his mess. As his tongue licked Sandy leaned back to give him a better angle and also to enjoy the sensations that his tongue was causing. Once all of the glaze was removed Tom continued to lick in bigger circles. Soon he was sucking on her nipples and then on down to her navel. As he licked and sucked he found that his objective had changed and he was becoming aroused. Never in his life had he had this kind of reaction to a woman. He had always thought of himself as a good lover but never had he recovered so quickly before.

Sandy was enjoying how Tom's tongue felt as he licked her body lower and lower. She was starting to get very wet and there was an itch starting to creep into her most private parts. As she lay back to enjoy what Tom was doing her hand found her nipples and began to stroke them ever so gently. 

Tom was lost in her body. It felt as if that was the place he needed to be to survive. His tongue licked lower and lower on her body, lingering once in awhile to savor the taste of her. His hands reached to grasp her butt and pull her up to his mouth so that he could burry his face in her heat. Sandy moaned and this sent Tom to a new height of enjoyment. 

He had begun slowly and now was licking and sucking with a fever. It felt as if he was starving and she was his food. His tongue slid up her petals until he found her little button and then he sucked on it like it was a tiny cock. Tom felt her clit getting hard and knew that she was on the verge of cumming. He too was almost to that part and wanted to cum as deep in her as he could, so with no warning he quickly moved up her body and with one quick stroke entered her. This was too much for Sandy and she came with an explosion so intense that all the blood rushed to her head and for a minute there was no sound but the sound of her blood in her ears.

Tom had just begun and continued to pump into Sandy's body. Sandy quickly recovered and with a smile she tucked her left leg in and bent her right so that she could roll them over without breaking stride. This maneuver so surprised Tom with it's execution that he almost lost control.

Now Sandy was on top and enjoying the deep penetration of this position. It was her turn to be in control and she took advantage of it. Grinding her hips down she pulled as much of him inside of her as she could and then rose up till he was just about to be released. Up and then down each time almost to a release and then down to the hilt, every so often changing the angle just a little and bringing all new sensations. 

This was proving to be too much for Tom and with a move of his own he disengaged, flipped her over and rammed back into her. Now he was in control and he was going to give her what she wanted. Thrusting into Sandy's body as hard and fast as he could he heard her moan that sweet moan he was quickly growing to love to hear. His hands on her hips he pulled her to him with every stroke. He could hold it no longer and with a thrust so violent he was afraid of hurting her he began to cum. He thought it would never stop as he continued to thrust into her. Where was all of this coming from his thought to himself and them decided it didn't matter as long as there was plenty for her.

Finally spent they collapsed on to the bed with Tom still buried deep inside of Sandy. Sandy's orgasm had rivaled Toms in intensity and once again was having a hard time hearing. As they lay there both began to laugh. Neither could believe that at there age they could act like teenagers in heat and not drop dead of heart attacks.

Tom soon had shrunk enough that he slid from Sandy's body and rolled over onto his back. Sandy looked over to him and saw that the object of all her pleasure was dripping and without a second thought bent to lick him clean. Her licking was not meant to arouse but to clean, and despite the erotic feeling that is all it did. Tom felt a little let down strangely. Sandy was enjoying the taste of him and glad that he was not getting hard again. She really didn't think she could go again, at least for awhile.

Soon Sandy had Tom cleaned of all her juices and Tom decided that he needed to return the courtesy of cleaning up his mess. He pushed her off of him gently and rolled her over so that he could get to her pussy. With long lazy strokes he licked until she was clean of any residue, and then with a kiss to her core he moved to lay beside her and rest.

The two of them drifted off to sleep and after about 2 hrs Sandy awoke to hear Tom softly snoring. She propped herself up on her arm and just watched him for awhile. Soon he must have felt her looking at him and he awoke. Smiling he reached up and pulled her down to kiss her lips. They lay like that for awhile kissing and stroking each others bodies, enjoying just being together.

Soon they found that they were hungry and not having any thing in the room worth eating decided to be safe and go down to the restaurant and eat. They quickly showered, got dressed, and left the room. When they arrived at the restaurant door they noticed a clock and was surprised to see that it was 4:00 in the afternoon and their time was quickly drawing to an end. As they sat down at a table they talked about trivial things so as not raise suspicion. While under the table their feet were caressing each others legs. 

Their meal finished and their coffee drank it was time for them to part. They couldn't believe how hard it was to go. Tom walked Sandy to her car and was so glad that it was parked away from the crowd and offered him a chance to take her in his arms one last time and kiss her with all his passion. They promised each other that they would get together again soon but had no idea how soon that would be. If only there had been more time. Time to enjoy each other one more time, but it was not to be this time. With a final kiss Sandy drove off and back to her life and he went to his room to prepare for his meeting the following day.

When Tom opened his room door the smell of sex hit him and he instantly became aroused. He walked to the bed and laid down to savor the smell. Soon his cock was grow uncomfortable and he stood to take off his clothes. As soon as his cock was feel he realize that it was not going down and was getting to be almost painful. Laying back down on the bed he wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke. Closing his eyes he thought back to all that had happened that day. How Sandy's body had responded to his and how her mouth had felt on his cock. Soon he was on the verge of explosion and he stopped to enjoy the exquisite feeling before sending himself over the edge to satisfaction.




The Meeting Ch. 02



Melody's and Eli's faces rested atop Tara's soft slick belly as she reclined and recovered from her recent orgasm. The two subordinates gently stroked their mistress' skin and gazed contentedly into one another's eyes. Their faces each shiny and wet from their own saliva and from the thick cum Tara had commanded Eli to spill onto her breasts and belly. The pair then being required to lick her clean as she brought herself to a very satisfying and somewhat unexpectedly intense orgasm.

Tara stroked her fingers through the golden hair of her new girl pet and through the long sandy hair of her loving husband. She felt very close to them and the three shared in that brief but obvious air of warmth and tenderness.

Tara gained control of herself and began to reassert her control over the two purring pets atop her body, "All right you two, time to clean up, we have a lot to do. Melody will not wear any panties and Eli you will wear the panties Melody wore here."

A quick giddy smile slipped across Melody's flushed shiny face. A genuine excitement at Tara's dominance and her surrender to it. She was jittery with the ideas of what wonderfully wicked things the strong woman had in store for her, for them all.

"You may wash your hands and faces but no showers," Tara instructed. "I want my little sluts to be ripe with the scent of sex out in public." Her sinister giggle punctuated her desire to humiliate the two submissives in her control.

Melody's eyes widened and the giddy smile melted at the realization she would not be allowed to shower or even wash her drenched crotch. She had gushed heavily from the strong orgasms the pair had manipulated her through. Her thighs and ass were cold from the ample juices that covered her. The scent of her was heavy in the air. She knew that even by leaving behind the soaked sofa cushion, the scent would still be strong enough on her that anyone getting too close would notice.

She knew too that she had seeped more than a little of her juices into her panties on the flight up. Her own deviant imagination and anticipation kept her in a constant state of semi-arousal during the trip. And then Tara's teasing ministrations had caused her to soak them thoroughly. So with Eli now being forced to wear them he too would be surrounded in her musk.

But the two didn't dare raise a voice of protest or even a sideways glance. They simply rose and began gathering their clothes. Melody could feel the wetness covering her lower body as she bent and moved about. Eli took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom where the two performed the small amount of cleaning they'd been allowed.

They dressed hurriedly, not wanting to keep their mistress waiting. Melody pulled her jeans up over her bare ass and felt the rough seam snug up into her uncovered pussy as she zipped them. She eyed Eli as he slipped on her aromatic red panties that she had so carefully purchased to please Tara. A very feminine pair of silky underwear that could not contain Eli's large low hung testicles. She did have to admit to herself that he looked very good in her panties. The way they rode up high on his hips and bulged at the front where his half-hard member strained against the soft fabric never meant to hold such contents.

Melody felt a strange mixture of emotions as she finished dressing. Anxious yet calm. Excited yet serene. Mature yet naïve. Fulfilled yet yearning. A woman yet a child. 

Now in pursuit of her master's degree, Melody had long ago left behind physical childhood. And in truth she and Eli were not that far apart in age. A much larger gap in years existed between she and Tara who was senior to Eli. But the long time love and wondrous experiences of these two made them seem so much more mature than she. A depth of devotion she admired and longed for. Their loving, committed, expressive marriage a natural attraction for her. Years did not delineate their appeal, life did. 

Despite all she had accomplished and was pursuing in her life, in her heart she so often yearned for those gracious days of discovery and simplicity that only youth can bring. And so had been born some of her deepest fantasies. Those fantasies rarely shared with anyone but readily given to this wonderful couple whom she had found. They did not judge her, but instead embraced all of who she was. Indeed, her heart was both warm and light as she and Eli emerged in the living room.

Tara sat on the sofa finishing the last of the beer she had nurtured through the earlier sexual journey with her two pets. Her long thick auburn hair hung seductively about her face and her full lips shown bright with a fresh coating of blood red lipstick. Her bright green eyes still held the misty look of lust as she smiled at the pair who stood eagerly before her.

Tara looked them over and smiled in pleasure. "Humm...turn around slowly so that I may look at you both." The two did as she bade and slowly spun around in presentation. Tara couldn't help but relish the way Melody's ass stretched and filled the denim of her jeans. How her more than ample breasts pushed at the tight fabric of her white T-shirt. 

"Not bad. Now turn around and face away from me." Tara waved her hand to indicate her desire for the pair to be quick about it. And so Eli and Melody turned their backs to the commanding woman.

From the corner of his eye, Eli could see Melody's head slip back slightly, her eyes flutter and her lips slightly part. He wasn't sure of the exact cause but knew Tara was at the root of it.

Tara ran her hand firm and strong up the inside of Melody's leg. Her fingers gripping and squeezing at the flesh and then again they would glide upward. The higher her touch slipped, the farther Melody's mind slipped. Even this simple touch quickly brought her to a state of arousal.

Melody took a quick breath and opened her eyes as the hand quickly left her body just before it had reached her now warmed center.

"Both of you pull your pants down. I want to see those naked asses." Tara smiled as she watched the two quickly slip their pants to their ankles. As instructed Melody wore no panties and Eli wore her shiny red panties. She had to control herself to keep from reaching out and caressing Melody's now naked ass suspended just before her face. Tara loved the sight of it but denied herself the feel of it for now. She wanted to stay focused.

"Hands on knees. Pout those asses out for me."

As Eli and Melody eased their asses back and up slightly they heard the distinct and sound of latex gloves being stretched across hands. Melody gasped slightly at the starkness of the sudden cold on her sensitive nether region. Tara swirled the lubricant around her puckered hole and then slowly eased her finger inside. The fleshy ass pouted further back toward her as she buried her finger to the last knuckle.

Then with her other hand Tara did the same to Eli. She worked her fingers into each of them until she felt the muscles had stretched and limbered sufficiently. Then eased a second finger into each of the dark holes of her pets. She watched with mild fascination as the tight rings each slowly loosened and began to welcome the intrusions. She noted how quickly Eli's ass adapted and was already set to accept more. Melody's ass on the other hand was accommodating yet tight around her fingers.

She smiled at the two of them struggling not to fuck back on her fingers. Their legs shaking slightly as she swirled them around and eased them in and out of the hungry asses. "This is like having a giant slut-flavored popsicle." She giggled in self-amusement as the two hung suspended on her hands.

She pulled her fingers out of them and smiled as the holes shrank closed but remained relaxed and more open than when she had begun. "I think my ass sluts need something to remind them of my presence while we are out."

Eli heard Melody breathe deep at the sudden new intrusion that was invading her body. A breath drawn as much to help her relax as in raw pleasure. He could hear her breathing slow down and grow husky just as he too felt the new intrusion enter his body. 

"A nice butt plug for my girl and...some ass beads for my boy." Tara slowly eased the plug into Melody until the girl's ass stretched that final little bit and then reflexively clamped around the skinny stem and sucked the flared base in tight to her ass. One by one she fed the beads into Eli's ass until only the string and plastic hoop hung from him. The plastic balls bunching up inside of him caressed his prostate gland.

"There, that's better. Now pull your pants up my sluts." Tara rose and discarded the gloves and returned just as the two finished buttoning their jeans. 

"Yes nice filled asses should help keep you both focused." She grabbed her purse and flung it over her shoulder, "Time to go."

Tara crawled into the backseat of the SUV with Melody. Eli drove. Melody smiled inside the large vehicle. The size of it made her feel small. She also enjoyed the idea of knowing this large powerful vehicle belonged to Tara not Eli. It suited her Melody thought to herself. Her strong mistress driving around in such a strong vehicle.

Tara navigated Eli to the parking lot of their favorite adult toy store. The trio exited the vehicle and Tara summoned them both to stand in front of her at the passenger door. She delved into her purse and pulled from it a pair of glittering chrome handcuffs. She reached out and clicked one cuff around Eli's wrist and the other around Melody's. Then, just as Eli had shown her from his years spent enforcement, she carefully depressed the double-lock pin on each. It was a warm summer day so each of them wore short sleeves and the shinning handcuffs were more than conspicuous.

"No talking and do as your told." Tara stated as flat and stern as a mother about to take two young children into a store. Then she turned and strolled toward the door. Eli caught the snapping head of a passenger in one of the cars whizzing by on the busy street just in front of them. He smiled slightly and then he and his adjoined partner hurried to catch up to Tara. Their cheeks burned as the teller gazed upon them with a knowing look and a sly smile.

Tara went about the place with her cuffed pets in tow, just leisurely looking over items. Taking her time, wandering. She picked out a few items that she would not allow the two to see and they at last left the store. 

Tara released Melody's wrist from the handcuffs but left them dangling from Eli's arm. "I don't want you getting us in a wreck." And so it went, from one adult store to another. Each time Tara would cuff the pair and then stroll slowly about the shop. Showing off her control and embarrassing her pets. She smiled devilishly each time another customer would stare wide-eyed or whisper to their partner. She especially reveled in the sight of Eli being bound to the girl. His long hair, dark sunglasses, leather cowboy hat, boots, it all combined to give Eli a distinctly masculine appearance. But the shiny handcuffs made it clear that her strength had brought him to heel.

As they drove about town Tara would gently rake her sharp nails down the backs of Melody's tender arms, across her lower back, over her belly, down her neck. More than once Tara leaned over and licked her cheek or even full on kissed Melody while sitting idle in traffic at a stoplight. Her hand would snake up over the girl's large breast strained against the fabric of her bra and tweak the metal nipple ring she adored. Melody was on fire from the experience and she knew she was already soaking her jeans. The teasing subtle pain, the humiliation, the pure sexuality all combined to ease her mind into a state of dreamy arousal. Eli was certain Tara was simply having him drive around so that she could fondle Melody and tease him.

Tara would occasionally catch Eli softly grunt or his eyes flutter briefly as they walked and drove around. She smiled inwardly, knowing the beads that filled his ass were sliding across his prostate. That ball of nerves that brought him the deep stomach knotting pleasure whenever she gave it attention. Now his own movements brought those sensations to him and he was helpless to act upon them.

They at last arrived in the parking lot of the Chinese restaurant Tara had chosen for them to have dinner. As Eli shut off the engine he became aware of Melody's panting breaths behind him. He turned in his seat and discovered Tara had opened Melody's jeans and her hand was plunged inside. Her mouth devoured the girl's tender sensitive neck. Eli watched as the larger strong woman bit and sucked hard at the flesh and could see her hand working inside the darkened denim.

Tara would pause to talk occasionally, "Oh look, your clit is getting all hard on my finger. Your pussy is soaked. Again." Her voice mocked and taunted as she worked Melody's mind and body. Melody had begun to moan slightly as she sank deeper into the pleasure.

"I bet there are total strangers watching me finger fuck you right now." Tara plunged her two middle fingers deep inside to punctuate the statement. Then again slipped them back out and rubbed them hard around Melody's now swollen clit. "Oh such a slutty girl. My little pleasure whore." She worked the clit in a strong rhythm under the pads of her wet fingers.

Melody's full red lips parted and her tongue unconsciously flicked out and sucked the lower one into her teeth. She bit down hard on it as the pleasure spread out of her crotch. The thought of Tara taking her right in here in public was quickly bringing her to the edge. The surrender.

Melody began to grunt and groan louder as she lost herself in the wonderful sensations the fingers brought to her pussy and the mouth brought to her neck. Tara bit and sucked her neck hard and in that sweet spot that she knew drove Melody crazy with lusty want. Each time Melody would make a noise Tara would mock her and mimic her and coo at her, "That's it my little slut. See how I can make my pussy do whatever I want? This is my pussy isn't it Melody? Isn't it?!"

"Ye...Yes...Ma'ammmmmm...ohhhhhh"

"Oh poor girl do you want to cum? Huh? Is that what you want?"

The words quickly brought Melody to the edge and she felt her juices flow freely from her. Her clit throbbed under Tara's insistent touch. She felt the ring of her tight nether hole flex and pinch around the stem of the plug buried inside of her. The girth of it brought her a deeply pleasuring sense of fullness. She moaned so loudly that Eli nervously glanced about the parking lot.

Tara worked her wet pussy and Melody's hips began to buck and grind. Lost in the pleasure that boiled deep in her stomach. Her hands clawed at the seat as a storm of sensations smashed through her. Close now. She began to fuck back on Tara's fingers in earnest. She ground her clit hard into the demanding fingers that swirled around and around over the hard bud of nerves. Oh so close.

Turned backward in the front seat, Eli's tongue slipped across his parted lips as he watched the women of his heart in this incredible display before him.

"Do you want to cum?" Tara's tone forceful.

"OHHH...yes...ma'am...yes, yes, yes...pleaseeeee...."

Tara giggled and pulled her hand quickly from Melody's wet jeans. She licked her fingers clean, her eyes never leaving the girl's face, her lips curled in a devilish smile.

"Get yourself together slut. Your ma'am is hungry." She eyed the girl's wet neck and knew a deep red sore would soon swell on the tender flesh. A beacon to all who gazed upon it that the flesh had been wickedly and sexually attacked.

Melody sat in sudden emptiness. She had been so close to yet another orgasm and then had been so quickly denied. She sat open legged, her jeans crumpled and wet and exposing her bare pubic mound, her hair mussed about her flushed cheeks. Her shaky hands pulled her pants back up and as she lifted her ass to slip them over it, Eli could see the obvious wetness that had spread there. Tara firmly wiped the salvia from the side of Melody's deeply reddened neck. She reached up and took the sleeve of Eli's shirt and dried her hands.

Eli's cock raged inside the tight constraints of his own jeans. The sights and sounds flooded him with hungry sexual desire.

Tara looked at the both of them and laughed. "Oh this is fun." She patted Melody's cheek, "That's my cunt sweetheart. Mine to do with whatever I want. Now be a good girl and Mommy may let you finish later."

Tara suddenly realized what she had said. Melody's eyes flashed open at the word and flashed from Eli's somewhat shocked face to Tara's eyes. While Tara knew this was a deep desire for Melody she had until now not yet decided on her feelings with the idea. She hadn't expected to refer to herself in such a way but swallowed down any hint of surprise.

Melody's eyes softened and looked upon Tara with a deep tender gaze that seemed to say "thank you."

Again Tara patted her cheek, softer now, and then firmly stated, "C'mon you two, out! I'm hungry!" As the pair exited the vehicle, Tara quickly took a deep breath. Relieved she was able to maintain control. Relieved she had accepted what it was that was developing between them all.

Melody's feet moved beneath her as if they belonged to someone else. Her chest welled with a warm happiness. For a moment she thought she might actually yell out in joy and run across the parking lot like a little girl. She was so happy.

During the meal the three sat and chatted happily. Like any three friends having a genuinely fun time they talked and laughed and got to know each other even more. A sudden shift from the depth and decadence of earlier to a light and sincere mood that each of them very much enjoyed. Tara's knowing smile and occasional light scratches on their skin reassured them both that what had occurred before was not that far from the surface and would soon be revisited.

After dinner Tara instructed Eli to drive them back home. When they entered the house, Tara relaxed on the large brown sofa and beckoned Melody to come sit beside her, "Come here little one. Come sit by Mommy." Melody's eyes glittered with giddiness as she hurried to the large strong woman's side. "Boy, three beers and a tall cold glass of water," she commanded Eli.

Eli first brought the water, in a very large plastic cup then went after the beers. Melody's heart was light and filled with happiness as she watched Eli again return to the living room.

He handed each woman a beer and sat down on the floor at Tara's feet.

"Hang on girl, put down that beer. Drink this water all gone. It will help wash down that salty Chinese food."

Melody was slightly puzzled at why the beer wouldn't be sufficient and she so wanted the beer. But, not wanting to do anything to disrupt the time they were having she took the cup and drank.

"All gone now, drink it all gone." Tara goaded. As Melody swallowed the last of the water and swiped a drop from her wet lips she noticed the other woman's smile greeting her. A warm smile but behind it she sensed something sinister. She merely smiled back and with permission began to drink from her beer.

Tara's fingers stroked through Eli's hair as she spoke with Melody. The talk not as light as at dinner but not nearly as dark as in the truck. Tara deftly worked the conversation and kept them talking. She was resuming the dominance in her voice and her actions. Subtly reintroducing the feelings she had earlier explored. At one point she noticed Melody unconsciously squirm and grit her teeth slightly.

"Something wrong dear?" Her tone slightly mocked, as if she already knew what was agitating the woman.

"No ma'am. Nothing's wrong."

"Oh okay, good." Her lips curled into an unsettling smile.

And so it continued. Tara instructed Eli to retrieve another large cup of water and again had Melody drink it down. It confused Melody but she didn't care about understanding it. Content in simply pleasing her mistress. Her mind began to glow slightly from the alcohol and she really didn't care to try to think about anything. She preferred to simply feel and follow along wherever the path led.




The Meeting Ch. 02



Ch. 2: The Park

You get home that night still wondering if it had all really happened. "Did I really just go in an alley and suck off a guy I just met? What did he mean I'm HIS cum slut?" You can't help but think it was all some dream or fantasy that you had. You had never done anything like that before. Never even considered it. If it was a dream, it was a good one. You felt so hot, so sexy. You liked the feeling you had in the pit of your stomach when he told you to go wait for him. The adrenalin rush as he rounded the corner. Then when he kissed you... The feeling of his thickness in your mouth... The taste of his cum as you swallowed him down... "Must have been a dream. Those drinks just hit me harder than I thought." That's when your hand goes into your sweater pocket and you find it. The note I put in your pocket.

It's all too real now. There is no question it had happened just as you remembered it. You put the note on the table without reading it. You undress and go in to take a shower. As your hands slide over your breasts you remember how it felt when I grabbed you and squeezed as I kissed you. You feel that tingle down below. Your hand slides down your body to your pussy. It is so wet. You slip a finger inside, imagining what it would feel like to have me inside you. You finish your shower quickly and head to bed with your favorite toy. It doesn't take you long before you cum harder than you ever have before. You drift to sleep with thoughts of your new experience, wondering where it will go from here.

You wake up feeling refreshed, and incredibly sexy. You get dressed and ready to head out for a day of shopping. You might just go and buy yourself a new sexy outfit or two. You are looking for your keys when you see them over on the table, next to the note. You grab your keys, put the note in your pocket, and head out for the day. You have a great morning of shopping and decide to grab some lunch. As you eat, you pull out the note. You take a few minutes before opening it, but finally you have to know what it says.

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* Call for instructions *

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*     M *

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"M??? Who is this guy?? What instructions??" You are starting to really wonder what you have gotten yourself into now. "I guess I could just not call, ignore the whole thing.." But you know that you can't. You liked it so much. You loved how I took control. Even now, you can feel that feeling in your stomach. You will call. You know you will.

You work up the nerve to pick up the phone and slowly punch in the numbers. It seems like it takes forever before I finally answer.

"Hello?" 

"Hi... Um... This is..." You start to say.

"I know who you are." I interupt. "I have been waiting for your call. Next time I instruct you to call you will not wait so long to comply. Do you understand?"

"Yes... Sorr.."

"No need to say anything else." I say firmly. "A simple yes, sir is all that is required. Yes, Master will work as well, it's up to you. Do you understand?"

"Yes.. Mas... Yes, Sir." You reply slowly. You still can't really believe this is happening. All you know is that you love it. You are responding to something you hadn't really thought of before, but somehow it seems so right.

"From now on you will be referred to by me as simply TOY. That's what you are to me, a toy to play with and to do with as I please. I will use you in any way I see fit and you will comply without question. Make no mistake though, you are MY toy. I will protect you and make sure that no harm will come to you as long as you are mine. There are only a few rules you must remember at all times." I continue, "First, you will always be respectful and address me proplerly. Second, you will do what I say, when I say it, without hesitation. Third, you will keep yourself ready for me at all times. There will be no hair below the neck anywhere on your body. I want your pussy shaved and ready to eat or fuck, whichever I may choose, at any time. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master" You reply much quicker now with a little more confidence.

"Good. Do you know where the park is by the lake?" I ask.

"Yes Sir"

"You will meet me there tomorrow at noon. There is a bench on the far side of the lake near the path, wait for me there. You will be wearing a button up blouse with the top 3 buttons undone and a push up type bra underneath it. I want your tits on full display. You will have on a short skirt and shoes of your choice. DO NOT BE LATE"

"Yes Master"

"If you have a problem with any of this, let me know now and you will never hear from me again." 

"No Master. No problem at all."

"Very well."

***** CLICK *****

You wake up the next morning excited and nervous. It's early still, so you have plenty of time to get ready. You pick out your clothes for the park carefully. You find the perfect top and skirt. The top will look awesome with the new bra and panty set you bought yesterday on your shopping trip. "He wants the girls out on display? He will have them!" you chuckle to yourself as you lay the clothes out on the bed and head in to take a shower and shave. 

You show up at the park at 11:30. You gave yourself plenty of time to find the bench and be waiting for me to arrive. It is a bit chilly, but not bad outside. It's a nice sunny early spring day. It's a Sunday, so not many people out at the park. That may be a good thing. "I wonder what he has planned." You think to yourself as you sit on the bench. "Is he going to make me suck him off again right here on the bench or is he going to fuck me this time?" You feel that feeling in your stomach again.  

I get there right at noon. Walk over to the bench and sit beside you.

"Hello Toy. I'm glad to see you are here on time."

"Of course Master. I am glad you are pleased. Do you approve of my choice of clothing?" You ask.

"Yes I am, so far." I state plainly. "Your tits look magnificent in that top. Stand up so I can get a look at you."

You stand up and twirl around for me. I slide my hand up your leg, slowly inching toward your pussy so I can check your shave job.

"What is this?!?" I ask sternly. "Lift up your skirt!"

You look around to see if anyone is nearby.

"Do it NOW!" I bark.

You pull your skirt up fully exposing your panties. The ones you bought yesterday that match your bra.

"Did I tell you to wear panties?" I ask.

"N-No Sir. I just thought.."

"You are not to think, just do. I told you what to wear and it didn't include panties. Now you must be punished." I reach up and grab the panties at the side and tear the waist band. I then tear the other side and put them in my pocket. "Kneel on the bench here at the end and lean forward toward the middle. I want your face on the bench and your ass sticking up in the air. I'll be right back."

You comply immediately. There you are, knees on the bench, leaning down with your face on the bench and your ass in the air completely exposed. If anyone were to come by they would see everything. "Where did he go?" you wonder. You quietly turn your head to look for me. You see me breaking a thin branch off of a nearby tree. Just then you hear a jogger coming up the path from behind you. You can't see him, but you hear him getting closer. As he gets close, the footsteps stop.

"Do you like what you see?" I ask the young man.

"Hell yeah!" He answers excitedly. "I can almost see everything she has!"

"Well help the boy out." I tell you. "Reach back and spread your cheeks for him. Give him a good look at your shaved cunt."

You comply without thinking about it. You are already in trouble, you don't want to make things worse.

"Can I touch her?" asks the young man.

"Only if you want to leave here with a broken arm." I answer. "That's enough, show's over. Go finish your run."

The man goes off on his way and you can't help but wonder if he got hard looking at you and your exposed, wet pussy. "It is wet." you think to yourself, "Amazingly wet."

"This is your first offense, so I will go easy on you." With that, you give me a smack across the bare ass with the branch you broke off the tree. 

"Holy fuck!" you think, not daring to say anything out loud, "that hurts!" In all I give you three good whips, enough to leave red marks, but nothing too bad. I put your skirt back down and help you stand up. You stand in front of me with your head down like a good slave. I can see bite marks on your lip. 

"That's all for now. I will finish your punishment next weekend. I will contact you on Friday by text with your instructions. Until then, you are not to touch yourself at all, definately you are not to make yourself cum. You did well to not cry out or complain when I whipped you. I will see you next weekend." 

"Yes Master. Thank you Master." 



The Meeting Ch. 02



Jade slowly moved up and looked at Anthony into his eyes, pleased that she had given him intense pleasure, she was swallowing the last of his cum, enjoying its salty taste. He looked back into her eyes, longingly, he could tell Jade wasn't finished, she wanted his cock inside her.

She smiled and kissed him, he enjoyed the lingering kiss, the strange but sexy taste. He felt immensely good, under normal circumstances he would have been satisfied, having came, and ready to move on, but these were no normal circumstances and this was no normal lady before him. A feeling inside him wanted to satisfy this woman, repay her for the immense pleasure she had given him.

She stepped back and undid her dress, it dropped to the floor uncovering a beautiful body. A most beautiful sexy irresistible woman, naked apart from a lacy bra, black hold up stockings and high heeled shoes.

Anthony looked at her, his eyes dropped to where her legs met, her shaven pussy captured his gaze. He looked at her pussy, he thought he saw it glisten slightly, moist from the excitement Jade was feeling. He licked his dry lips, imagining how it might taste.

Jade moved forward, slowly and deliberately undid his shirt, and removed it. It fell back on the table. She moved her hands across his chest, enjoying the firmness.

Anthony kicked off his shoes, moved his legs to release his trousers and trunks. He was naked.

Jade looked at his well maintained body, she very much liked what she saw, but she would enjoy the control she was having, she knew he was vulnerable, having just came, and she did not want Anthony to become over confident. Her eyes deliberately dropped to his cock, she was staring at it, making it the obvious centre of her attention. She wanted him to feel that it was his cock that she was most interested in, certainly not him, despite his good looks.

Anthony knew despite his satisfaction Jade expected more and if he did not deliver, she would find it elsewhere, soon. He was enjoying being there, in their current state of undress, he wanted to feel her stockings, how soft and delicate they would be to his touch. He moved forward and put his arms around her, grateful for the pleasure his cock had received. They enjoyed each other's touch, naked bodies close.

Jade took his hand and placed it on her leg, she enjoyed controlling the situation, more precisely his touch on her stocking clad legs. She knew he was excited by the feel of them, but more importantly how sexy and dirty she looked, in her stockings, ready for sex. She looked around the room, unexplainably checking for others, almost disappointed that there were not others present, to watch, or even join in. 

Her thoughts drifted to Pete, he would surely be wondering how things were going, maybe she should send him a text, tell him she had just sucked Anthony's cock, and was about to be fucked hard in her pussy for seconds. She knew his perverted mind would find this immensely thrilling, and it would make his cock hard. That thought lingered, it appealed, maybe next time, her hands were occupied with the body that was in front of her. 

Anthony loved the feel of stockings, he loved the naughtiness associated with nice lingerie, and sexy attire. He moved both his hands behind her legs, caressing her stockings and the underside of her ass, it felt electrifying. He moved one hand to her ass, stroking, looking for her sensitive area, he wanted to play with her ass, his touch was soft, but experienced, he had been here before and found himself unable to resist returning for more pleasure.

Jade took hold of his cock, her experienced touch could sense that it was returning to a state of hardness, she knew this time it would take much longer before he shot his load of cum and it would be in the place of her choosing. She stroked his cock, loving the feel of his shaft in her hand, kissing Anthony, letting him feel her desire for him. Her tits felt good against his firm chest, and she lifted a leg slightly, knowing it would graze against his cock, the feel of her stockings against his hardening cock would intensify his excitement.

Anthony was very hard now, he knew where he wanted his cock to be, and he sensed that Jade was longing for the same. He deftly but firmly turned them both around, she now had the table to her back. Equally firmly he spun her around, cupped her tits and fondled them firmly, expertly. He loved to squeeze her nipples, and feel the fullness of her tits. His cock was big and hard now, unmistakably pushing against Jade's ass.

For an instant Jade sensed that Anthony was going to push his cock into her ass, she toyed with the idea of stopping him and taking charge, perhaps insisting on some form of lubricant, but thought she might let him, if that was what he wanted. She had been visited there by both cocks, and her rabbit and the sensation was one she enjoyed when the moment was right, she was ready of or anything Anthony could offer.

Anthony turned Jade around so that she was facing away from him, he played with her tits, and could feel his cock against her ass. He wanted his cock deep in her pussy, he remembered how soft and warm it had felt. He pushed her slightly forward and bent his knees, this conveniently aligned the tip of his cock with her pussy. He thrust his hips forward, he wanted the first entrance to be hard, he wanted her to feel his cock deep inside her, surprise her with its size and hardness.

Jade could feel Anthony's cock lower, she wanted it inside her now, she didn't care where. Suddenly her pussy was filled with his cock, it felt fantastic. Just when she thought he had filled her completely he pushed harder and further, there was more of this fabulous flesh shaft to come, how great his cock felt.

Jade gasped, she had anticipated this moment for a week or so, disappointed that Pete had not taken the opportunities he had presented to him but at this moment that was his loss. She was loving the feel of this big hard cock thrusting into her wet pussy. She would somehow let Pete know how good Anthony's cock felt inside her, how much she had enjoyed the feeling of being fucked hard. The ideal solution might be a picture of her being fucked by this sexy guy.

Anthony's thoughts were focused on the ass of this beautiful sexy woman, it looked fantastic, perhaps he would fuck her there soon. He imagined how tight it would be around his cock. His thoughts suddenly came back to how nice his cock felt inside her moist pussy. He was fucking her as hard as he could, hands on her hips, holding her there, he felt could fuck her all afternoon.

Jade was loving this cock thrusting deep into her pussy, from behind. She could have taken this for an eternity, remembering no better feeling. He bent forward, moving his hands to her tits, grasping them, holding them firmly, squeezing. She enjoyed that, she knew her tits were good and attracted admiring glances from lots of guys, not least some of her son's friends, who undoubtedly would love to be alone with her, perhaps in a similar situation. Her mind came back to the particular cock which was fucking her, he did fuck well she thought.

Anthony moved his hands to her hips, controlling his thrusts, making them harder. He knew he was fast approaching the time where he could cum once more, he wanted to cum deep inside her pussy. He knew of her home situation and momentarily thought how foolish her husband was not to be regularly giving her his own cock, "madness" he thought to himself.

He was intensifying his thrusts, he wanted to please Jade, to bring her to an orgasm. He knew he was about to have a second orgasm at her expense and was keen to make sure his cock could give her the orgasm she was surely longing for.

Jade was pushing back against his powerful thrusts, she loved being fucked hard from behind, it gave her the liberty of imagining it was anyone she desired fucking her, would Pete be this good? But she knew the familiar shape of Anthony's cock filling her. She knew if he could keep this up she would orgasm, better still whilst impaled on his gorgeous strong cock. She longed to feel such an orgasm, it had been some time, other than with the aid of her rabbit. She lowered a hand to her pussy, she enjoyed the feel of his thrusting cock, and touched it as it moved in and out, she also made contact with her own pussy and was intensifying her own feelings. She rubbed a little, enjoying her hand finding the right place to help her reach the orgasm she craved. The feel of a cock thrusting deep inside her along with her own touch was enough, and she suddenly felt herself orgasm, she cried out.

Anthony knew he was reaching a second fantastic climax, he was hoping to be able to share this with Jade, he felt her hand touching his cock, it felt great. He moved his hands down to her legs, feeling her stockings, this was better than any porn film he had watched, and Jade was hotter than any of the sluts he had wanked over. The feel of her soft moist pussy contracting around his cock was certainly a heavenly alternative to his well practiced hand stroking.

He could sense she was reaching a climax, as she was intensifying her reaction to his thrusts. He too was close to cumming, and thought to himself wouldn't it be great if we could cum together. 

This cock was certainly reaching deep inside her, she could feel it, and wanted to hold it firmly inside her with her pussy. She wanted their orgasms to coincide, that would add to the special feeling. Suddenly she gasped, and called out loudly, caring little who heard.

Anthony felt ecstatic that this gorgeous woman was approaching orgasm, and it made his experience more special. He loved when women orgasmed with him, he knew his cock could please most women and it had felt special to have fucked this beautiful one till she came. 

A few more thrusts and his lower body froze momentarily. Cum spurted from his cock, he pushed deep inside, wanting to ensure his cum reached the deepest parts of Jade's pussy. Once spent he wanted to remain in this position forever, it felt so good. 

He found himself inadvertently caressing Jade now, feeling affectionate, the experience had brought them close, he didn't want to just get in his car and drive away, but he knew their circumstances prevented the orgy from continuing, much to his disappointment. He knew his cock would find its way into the pussy and mouth of this beautiful woman again, soon.

Jade was enjoying her recovery from her orgasm, his cock was still deep in her pussy, softening. She knew she could get anything she wanted from this man, and most others too, whenever she wanted. She strangely enjoyed that feeling. She felt his cock withdraw from her now soaking pussy. She wanted Pete to be there, she would have loved exciting him, teasing him, perhaps allowing him to feel her cum filled pussy.

Anthony dressed quite quickly, what conversation there was had drifted back to work, diverting attention from what had just transpired. He watched as Jade sensuously replaced her dress, somehow she once more looked immaculate, stunning, as if she had just got ready that morning.

As Anthony left Jade's thoughts switched to Pete, what would he be doing now, teaching, perhaps or finished, at home wanking at the thought of her being fucked. He was a pervert. She wished he was there right now, she wanted to tell him in person about the experience, now much she had enjoyed Anthony's cock. 

Maybe if he had been in the cupboard watching helplessly she could now unlock him, bring him out and they could kiss. He would taste Anthony, smell his male aftershave, perhaps she would encourage him to feel her pussy, filled with Anthony's cum. The thought aroused her.

Anthony's mind was not on the road as he drove away in his Aston Martin, he was wondering when he would next be allowed to sample the delights of Jade, his cock was once again hardening as he thought of her moist pussy, and gorgeous lips around his cock. 

The fuel light suddenly reminded him he needed to fill up soon.



The Meeting Ch. 02



Tara was careful not to let Melody drink her beer too fast. Reminding her that she didn't want her getting drunk as they had a long night ahead.

"Move boy I'm getting up. Want to play dress up Melody?"

"Okay!" Melody giggled at her suddenness to answer.

"That's a good girl," Tara laughed and rose. She disappeared into the doorway to her bedroom that stood just beside the couch where she had been sitting.

Eli and Melody smiled warmly at each other as they sat and waited. 

Tara's voice called out, "I do hope you brought the outfit I want to see you in Melody."

"Yes ma'am I brought it."

"Good girl, put it on."

"Yes ma'am." As Melody rose to retrieve her suitcase she realized her bladder was very full and nagged at her for release. "May I go pee first ma'am?"

"Oh do you have to pee?" Came the faceless reply.

"Yes ma'am'

"No you can wait. Get dressed."

Eli helped Melody get her luggage open and find the required garments. Once she had them all out, Melody leaned over and kissed Eli on the cheek. No words were spoken, the act and their eyes explained it all. Melody quite unashamedly stripped in front of Eli and smiled at him as she watched his gaze glide longingly and approvingly over her body. She so enjoyed knowing he wanted her. She had to clench her ass to hold the plug inside of her while she dressed and the action caused her bladder to protest even more. Once she feared she had dribbled the tiniest bit. She hoped Tara would let her relieve herself soon.

The controlling woman emerged from the bedroom doorway and Eli gazed longingly over his wife he so dearly loved. She wore all black. Black slacks that hung loosely on her legs. Her barely visible feet clad in fishnet that hinted at the unseen stockings stretching up her legs. A sheer pullover spaghetti-strap blouse that was easily seen through. A black bra that cradled her heavy breasts and bulged her cleavage. And a black blazer, open. She looked like a decadent office professional. Like a lusty boss looking for a late night fuck in the meeting room. Or perhaps, a horny mom just home from the office and needing her desires filled to forget the day.

Eli was enamored with her and his mouth hung open as he drank in the beauty of her standing there. Strong and confident and lusty. Her auburn hair shined bright in the just setting sunlight that filled the room. She'd pulled it back at the sides but let it hang down her spine. Her lips, dark red, matched her long pointed nails. She was truly beautiful and Eli loved her deeply.

His eyes watched as she raised a cigarette to her lips and drew slow and deep from it. Her black leather riding crop hung from her arm by the wrist strap. This subtle adornment instantly transformed her appearance into a woman of dominance. The smoke wafted about her as she slowly breathed it out.

"Well, now. Let's see what we have."

Melody suddenly realized her mouth too had been hanging open as she gazed longingly on her mistress. She didn't know what she had expected Tara to be wearing when she came out of the room but it certainly wasn't what she now saw. How beautifully powerful she looked now. She knew that the earlier subtleties of domination were over. Things had just gotten serious and her heart ached for it.

Melody swallowed and blinked herself back into focus. "Yes ma'am." And she stepped up before Tara.

The strong woman took another long drag as she looked over her pet and Melody found she couldn't pry her eyes from the dangling crop. Her yellow hair now hung in quickly braided pigtails. The wide strapped summer dress of tiny red and white checked cotton. The white socks folded over at the ankle to display tiny white ribbon bows. Tara took her crop in hand and used it to raise the short hem of the dress. No smile crossed her face but her eyes revealed her pleasure at seeing the plain white traditional-style cotton panties she found. Melody looked very much the little girl and even her demeanor had taken on the persona. Or perhaps simply allowed it to be free.

Tara smashed out her cigarette in the ashtray that sat atop the small table beside her. She flicked one of Melody's pigtails with her crop and then lightly trailed the leather slapper over the girl's cheek. "That's my girl." She cooed.

"Strip boy," her eyes never leaving the bowed head of her girl. "Except the panties."

Eli's mind processed the command and he had to force himself back into consciousness. He'd become completely enraptured. Captivated not only by the sight of these two distinctly different yet equally beautiful women, but by the very atmosphere. "Yes Mistress." He croaked as he rose and began pulling off his clothes.

Tara pressed the end of her crop into Melody's chest to indicate she was to walk backward. The girl's breaths came quick with her anxious excitement. She back stepped until she was out in the openness of the living room and standing next to her male counterpart. The two stood shoulder to shoulder like uneasy children. Melody's downcast eyes caught sight of the tip of Eli's swollen cock poking out of the top of her red panties that were now his only covering.

"Well, well. Not bad. But not quite complete. Turn around face away from me." Tara's voice low and steady.

The two silently obeyed and turned their backs to her. "One more little detail for each of you." Melody's heart soared and her eyes welled as she felt the thin leather collar wrap about her neck. She truly was Tara's now. This subtle yet profound act of symbolism a powerful message.

As she finished buckling the collar, Tara leaned in close to Melody's ear and whispered, "Mine."

Tara stepped up behind Eli and instructed him to move his long hair from his neck. She then secured a collar around his neck as well. A slightly wider one than that she gave to Melody. One thin and feminine, the other bold and masculine. Eli's heart swelled just as much as Melody's. While he and Tara's love was as much without question as his submission to her, this act signaled that she had fully accepted her dominant role. She had fully embraced this new way of life with him. He felt a loving pride at the back of his throat and smiled to himself.

"You both belong to me now. My slut and my whore. My pets. My babies." Tara gazed at their still turned backs and admired the leather and steel on their necks. She had to admit, the collars did add a powerful symbol and created a deep sense of togetherness, of power.

Tara let the tip of her crop glide across each of their backs. Smiling as she saw the skin pucker in response across Eli's naked flesh. Melody twitched slightly and her ass ever so subtly pouted back.

Tara slipped the slapper along the back of Melody's thighs. Teasing. Building anticipation. She slipped the crop around inside of the girl's legs and ever so slowly dragged it upward. She purred when Melody's ass reflexively pushed back even further. She rubbed the stiff rod across Melody's panty clad pussy and could hear the girl gasp. The hem of the tiny dress bunched up around the crop handle, exposing Melody's ass. Her fleshy cheeks spilled out from the creases of the old fashioned panties.

Tara slowly slid the tip of the crop back and up the crack of Melody's ass and it rose in synch with the movement. Melody was again getting lost in the moment. The emotions and the physical sensations began to envelop her mind and she started to lose focus on everything but Tara's teasing touch.

When the crop caught on the bottom of the plug still nestled inside Melody's ass, Tara stopped. "What's this?"

Melody's eyes opened and she was slightly confused that Tara had to ask. "It's a butt plug ma'am." She answered somewhat sheepishly.

"A butt plug? A fucking butt plug?" Tara mocked. "You naughty little bitch! And here you are all dressed like a nice sweet girl. And the whole fucking time you have a chunk of latex shoved up your ass!"

Melody's mind was suddenly awash with thoughts. Tara had put the plug inside of her so why was she now acting surprised? She had said it would make her happy to have it there and now seemed upset. Was she too remove it before dressing? Tara hadn't said. She was confused and worried. She didn't want to disappoint Tara and she certainly did not want to rile her.

"Hold your dress up so I can have a look at this!" Tara watched Melody's shaky fingers grip the hem of her dress and lift it over her ass. The flared base of the plug prominently outlined under the plain white underwear. Tara's hand reached up and gripped Eli's hair. She pulled his head back and to the side. "Look Eli. Look at our slutty little girl! Trying to be all innocent and she has a plug in her ass!"

Eli's head dipped and followed the hand that pulled at his hair. A part of him felt a little sorry for Melody as he knew she must be confused by Tara's mind game. Knew too that she would receive some form of punishment. But then, that was what this was all about. So in that bizarre sense that only the knowing can understand, he felt good for her as well.

Tara smashed his face into Melody's ass and his cheek bone smacked into the plug. "Look at that Eli! Look at our sweet little girl's ass all filled up. I bet she likes cocks there too! Horny little bitch that she is!"

Eli could smell Melody's growing excitement as Tara held his face pressed to her backside. The girl nearly stumbled at the force of his head being pushed against her. She whimpered when he struck the plug. Not from pain but because the sudden movement deep inside her caused her bladder to again groan in displeasure.

"But...ma'am...I..." Melody tried to stammer through some explanation.

"Shut up!" Tara brought the crop hard across the girl's bare outer thigh with a distinctive slap. "I didn't tell you to speak." She pulled Eli's face up and away from the girl's ass and he silently whined in his mind at no longer being able to smell her, to feel her. Tara slapped the crop across Melody's thigh again and again in very sharp blows. Melody bit her lip and fought the urge to move. To move would surely bring Tara's full wrath. Her leg stung but deep inside of her she felt the strange pleasure begin to slowly creep toward the surface of her mind.

Tara's firm grip still held Eli's hair and she motioned him to his knees. He knelt just beside her and just behind Melody. His knees protested against the unforgiving hardwood floor but he didn't dare move. Once settled, Tara's fingers released his hair and gently stroked his head. Her subtle sign that all was well and that she knew exactly what she was doing.

Tara let the leather popper on the end of her crop gently caress over the reddened flesh along Melody's thigh. Then she released it and allowed it to fall and dangle from the wrist strap. She stepped up close to Melody and wrapped her arms around the girl. One hand slipped under the girl's chin and the other landed low on her belly. Her lips tickled at Melody's ear and she simply stood for a moment and breathed. The anticipation caused the girl's mind to whirl and her body to ever so slightly tremble. 

Then in a sudden quick jerk she yanked the girl's head up and back and smashed her backside against her body. The smaller girl was nearly on her toes as her head was pulled up. The sudden press on her belly caused her bladder to cry out and nearly empty itself. Melody tried to remember the last time she had used the bathroom. She couldn't be sure but knew it had been some time ago. And all the water, the beers, the soda at the restaurant, the wild cherry slushy that Tara demanded Eli get for her, all were now screaming to be released.

She could no longer ignore her bladder. It hurt and under the firm pressure of Tara's hand she couldn't focus on anything but her extreme need to pee. She gritted her teeth and pinched her knees together as the strong woman pressed harder and occasionally gave a quick inward jerk on her stomach. She groaned quietly as the pressure began to become more than she could bear.

"Ooohhh...what's wrong little girl?" Tara cooed into Melody's ear and still she pushed at her belly.

Melody's toes dug at the bare wood floors seeking something to grip to help her hold on. She couldn't take it anymore and spoke, "Ple...Please...Please ma'am...I have to...Your girl has to..." She gasped at the next sudden jerk and knew she had dribbled inside her panties.

"Girl has to what?" Tara's tone mocking yet stern.

"Oh ma'am please...please...Girl has to...I have to pee ma'am...please mommy, please let girl go pee. I promise to come right back. Pleasssseeee."

A sinister giggle rumbled up from Tara's throat at Melody's begging and predicament. "Ohhhh...Girl has to pee. Poor baby...does it hurt?" Her hand now pressed into Melody's stomach to the point of causing her ribs to show.

"Yes!" Melody nearly screamed as she fought to maintain control. She could feel the drops soak through her panties and slowly dribble down the insides of her thighs. The slowly descending drops caused even more agony. The tiny bit of release caused her mind to scream out to her that yes that is what she must do. She must empty herself.

Tara's other hand left the girl's taught neck but her head didn't move. She ran her hand slowly down and around to Melody's lower back just opposite of the one that pushed on her stomach.

"What's wrong Melody? Gotta pee so bad. Not my problem Melody. You should have taken care of that before I came out. Do you need your mommy to tell you when to go pee still? All I know is my slutty little girl has a toy crammed in her. I don't give a fuck about your bladder. You'll just have to hold it!" She let her palm lie flat against Melody's lower back and could feel the girl's entire body rigid and tense as she clenched every muscle in an effort to fight the urge.

Eli could see the tiny drops of pee drip from Melody's pinched knees and splatter to the shiny floor below. He watched as one drop desperately clung to her flesh. It quivered and shimmered in the sunlight. Trying to hold on but in the end, powerless against the greater force that pulled on it. He watched it fall with a splash to the floor. The sight both excited him and made him yearn to help her. He knew she couldn't hold on. If she was already dribbling then she could not last. And he knew that Tara would not let her move from that spot. Knew what Tara was doing.

Tara squeezed her hands together and now applied pressure from both the front and back. Melody cried out, "Oh mommy no, please no...I'm going to...going to..."

Tara slipped her hand quickly over Melody's ass and forced the girl to part her legs as she pushed her palm over her pussy. She felt the panties warm and wet from Melody's leaking and she pushed the damp fabric between the girl's outer lips. Her finger pressed the course cotton into her and rubbed it over her urethra. 

With the lack of pressure of her now spread thighs and the teasing of her urethra, Melody began to groan and shudder. It was too much, it hurt. Too much. And with the final jerk of Tara's hand on her belly and the insistent finger inside of her she could no longer hold back.

Her bladder would not be denied any longer and she felt the stream gush hard onto Tara's finger. Her mind screamed at her to stop and she felt horribly embarrassed but she was no longer in control of her body. It had over rode her mind and was doing what it must naturally do.

Tara pulled her finger from Melody's lips and cupped her hand. Feeling the force of the hot hard stream pulse against her and fill her hand. She tipped it over and emptied the liquid and let the girl's water fall straight onto the floor. She glanced to the kneeling Eli and saw his cock again bulging between his legs and his eyes wide with lusty amazement as Melody emptied herself.

Melody at once wanted to cry yet sing out. She was so horribly embarrassed to be pissing on the floor and through her panties. But it was that same embarrassment that caused her soul to fly.

Tara again grabbed Eli's long hair, harder, more forceful now and with her hand wet from Melody. "Look at you! Your cock is bulging! Well you want to be such a pervert Daddy, you like her piss so much, have it!" Melody was still streaming on the floor as Tara shoved his head down to the floor. She bent her knees and rubbed his face in the wide pool spreading out from the girl's surrendered cunt.

The wetness running everywhere and she was amazed at just how much Melody had held inside. The clear warm liquid splashed about and she shoved the side of Eli's head under the just waning stream. His hair drenched now as one side of his face laid in the pool and the other received the last drops of Melody's offerings.

"A couple of fucking perverts you two are!" Tara mocked but knew she too had very much enjoyed the experience. Her crop pressed into Melody's back as the girl shivered with the last couple drops that slipped from her pussy. Her panties thoroughly soaked along with her thighs and calves and socked feet. "Don't move." Then she slapped the crop hard across Eli's pouted up ass. He jerked with the sudden pain. "Lick it up dog. Drink it. You want it so fucking bad!"

Tara growled as she watched Eli slip onto his palms and obediently his tongue darted out and through the large pool. It rippled as he lapped. She relished the control and knew they relished the humiliation. In daily life, Eli was so strong and confident and sure of himself. A natural leader and one of those people that others flocked to in time of need and emergency. Steady and sure. Yet deep within him dwelled a different truth. A truth he guarded dearly. A truth only she could bring out. A truth only she owned. "Drinking piss off the floor. Such a good dog. That's enough. Get a towel, now!"

As Eli rose and trotted away, his hair dark wet and dripping with Melody's pee, Tara could not deny the fact that her own crotch had grown damp from the experience. Her boy returned with several towels and without instruction, dropped to his knees and began diligently cleaning up the mess Melody had made. The poor girl stood and trembled, unsure of what to do, or what to think. Tara's hand grabbed one of her tight braids and yanked her head back, "Lay down." She pulled and motioned Melody to lie back so that her head now stared up along her black clothed body and her crotch rested in the spot she had just wetted.

Eli had just finished mopping up the mess as her ass settled to the floor. He hurried to discard the towels and returned to his mistress's side, kneeling beside her feet. Tiny drops of wetness dripped from his long hair and onto his chest. He was completely captivated now.

Melody's knees were bent and up, her feet flat on the floor, her soaked panties began to cool against her pussy and ass as she lay frightened beneath the large strong woman. Tara again gripped her crop and she swatted the insides of Melody's damp knees, "Open. Open those fucking whore legs. Got a toy shoved up your ass and pissing yourself and I bet you fucking liked it!"

Melody truly had enjoyed it and her mind began to once again become cloudy as she slipped into a state of submission and desire. She knew not what lay in store for her but she knew she craved it. Craved to have this strong powerful woman take her and free her. She spread her legs wide apart and felt the cool air rush across her wet pussy. The soaked panties clung to her every curve as she exposed herself to her mistress.

Melody whimpered as Tara brought the leather popper down onto her tender pussy. The wetness of her panties caused a loud slap and added to the pain. Again and again Tara smacked her pussy all the while talking. "Dirty, nasty little girl. Pissing on my floor and in your panties. Naughty little bitch!" Again and again the crop rained down on her pussy in harsh smacks that made her want to cry out. Her outer lips burned with a fire that ignited her very soul. Her clit swelled out despite the harsh treatment, because of the harsh treatment. The tormenting blows slapped against the sensitive bud of nerves and caused her eyes to water.




The Meeting Ch. 02



Tara would only occasionally pause and that was usually just to slap and torment the insides and outside of the girl's trembling thighs. She had earlier slapped at Melody's pussy with her hand and Melody had thought it sharp and painful. But this was something all together different. Tara was razing her flesh with earnest. Fierce blows that built with force as she continued. Eli could see the red welts starting to bulge out all along the girl's bared flesh. Could hear Melody whimper as she fought against the pain. Her fists curled into balls, knuckles white, teeth bared.

But then he saw the change. As Tara's hand worked her body and her words worked her mind, Eli saw the transformation come over Melody's body. Despite the torment, it began to relax. Still tense but in a uniquely accepting kind of way. She had let go he knew, slipped into that space where the pain becomes exquisite. That place where the hurt becomes a welcomed need. She was gone now.

Tara moved about and worked at the girl's body. Dragging her nails down the tender insides of her fleshy thighs. Slapping her crop down on the pierced left nipple still hidden under the tiny strained dress. Talking and working and watching. A careful waltz of pain and pleasure. Attentive to Melody's expressions and reactions. Easing back when warranted, unleashing when required. Manipulating the girl's body until her mind surrendered and her soul burned white hot. Freeing her.

Melody could hear the words float around in her mind as if she was eavesdropping on a distant conversation. She heard them, understood them, even reacted to them on some deep level, but still it was if she was in a dream. As if she was outside of herself watching the experience from above. But her mind did seize upon a statement. Something that caught her attention and pulled her back to some hapless state of awareness.

"...eat Eli. Eat...soaked pussy...No!...leave...on...Eat!"

Melody processed the words as their meaning sank in. Tara was making Eli eat her and through her soaked panties. Panties now soaked from more than just the pee, her uncontrollable excitement causing her juices to again flow.

"Ma...Ma'am...please...please no...I'm so...so dirty..." Melody's cracked voice pleaded.

"Oh so dirty," Came the mocking reply. "Poor Melody has such a dirty cunt. All your cum covering it and then drying again and again. Making you all ripe with your own slutty juices. And then pissing yourself. Oh I just bet you are ripe." Tara knew well that Melody was keenly self-conscious about cleanliness. Knew just how much she worked to keep her entire body fresh and clean. Knew just what this would do to her.

"Yes ma'am. Please let me just wipe myself with a cloth. Please don't make him..." Her words cut short with the sudden long breath that she filled her lungs with. The instant painful pleasure catching in her throat as she felt Eli swallow her fiery swollen clit into his mouth. He pushed and rubbed his tongue against the wet course fabric and it ground against her reddened nub.

Melody's palms shot flat out onto the floor next to her ass and her thighs clenched tight. Her entire lower body stinging from the sweet torment Tara had brought her. Her pussy burned from the abuse but yet it was that abuse that made it all the more sensitive. Alive and tingly and aching. Her mind screamed at her to make Eli stop, to resist, as bad as she wanted him to help her with the much needed release she wanted to be clean for him. His first taste of her and she wanted to be clean. But she was powerless to make her body react in the way she wanted. Couldn't fight the pleasure that consumed both her body and her mind.

"Hard Daddy, eat girl's pussy hard and rough." Tara watched the look of pleasured wonder slip across Melody's face and felt her own pussy seep.

Eli swallowed Melody's pussy into his mouth. The fabric raked at his tongue but he worked feverishly at her wetness. Her tangy taste propelling him deeper into his own dreamy state of submission and arousal as he feasted. His tongue pushed the fabric deep into her blood-filled lips and then again to her hard clit.

Melody began to groan and writhe with the intensity. It was all so naughty, so wrong, yet so perfect and so right.

"That's it you naughty little girl. Enjoy your Daddy eating your piss covered cunt. Go on. Enjoy it! You know you do. You know you want it. Naughty little girl"

Eli could hear Melody's moans filling the room as she lost herself in the tormenting pleasure he was bringing her. The subtle raking pain of the fabric mixed with the soothing warmth and movements of his mouth. The mental aspect weighing heavy on her as well.

Melody began to buck and her lips stammered unspoken words. Tara could see the need for release there so close yet could see that Melody was still struggling against it. Tara wrapped her fingers in Eli's still wet hair and yanked his head up. Having to rip him away from this gift she had offered him. Offered them both. She stared straight into his dreamy eyes, "Rip them! Rip her panties open and eat her raw cunt!"

Eli swallowed as he processed the command then his fingers tore at the wet panties. The words made Melody squirm and moan all the more. Her yearning noises drove Eli with a powerful lust. At last Eli managed to rip open the seam, the only tiny dry spot of the underwear, high up near the waistband. Now with them surrendering he tore and ripped.

Melody was being taken and powerless to stop it. She had the physical freedom to move but her mind could not make her body respond. The need or want to was long abandoned as she gave herself to this wonderful pair. She could hear her panties rip and tear and felt the hard jerks as Eli exposed her pussy to his wanting mouth. Like a hungry wolf on fresh prey, the scent driving him mad with hunger. Her head jerked up and her eyes smashed closed as the intense pleasure of his warm eager mouth covered her hard clit.

Hot and hungry and forceful was he at the center of her. Not hurtful but needy and powerful. It thrilled her the fervor for which he devoured her very core. She felt his two middle fingers glide easily inside of her as he worked her screaming clit into his hot mouth. His teeth gently biting it at the base and raking over it before again consuming it. She was moaning uncontrollably and somewhere in the back of her mind knew she'd grown quite loud as the pleasure over took her.

Eli curled his fingers up and worked at the taut inner muscles of Melody's inner pussy. Pulling and stroking hard at that area that always came madly alive with her excitement. So close now. Her entire body wracked with overwhelming ecstasy. She felt it starting to shoot out from her core. The stinging sharp shards of pleasure that began to fly from her clit and out over her body. The release coming now. At last the release. Eli could feel her warm juices begin to pour over his fingers as he felt Melody's body shudder with the first explosions.

His fingers pulled and stroked in a hard rhythm against her pulsing inner pussy. Melody was crying out now and her hands held his head, her fingers twisted in his hair. Her hips bucked and ground against his face as the next deeper explosion boiled low in her belly. That gut-clenching orgasm that was so close to pouring through her.

Eli's free hand snaked under Melody's thrusting ass and his fingers clenched the base of the long buried plug. He twisted and rolled it inside her and she began to scream out. His fingers worked and his tongue licked. Her breaths came in short forced gasps through her clenched teeth now. Her head strained up and her fingers cramped from the intensity. Then just as she was at the edge she felt the plug pull hard at the tight ring of muscle and nerves there at her darkest spot.

As the widest part of the plug tugged back against that ring she lost control of herself. Eli's fingers milked inside of her as if they were milking her very soul from her. She knew she was screaming as the gush of cum shot out of her. Knew she was crying out and thrashing and cumming. She felt the plug slip from her and her ass clench down at the loss as wave after wave of incredibly powerful pleasure washed over her body.

She sensed Eli's fingers had slowed and worked in long soothing strokes inside and outside of her. His mouth now kissed gently around her ultra-sensitive flesh. His tongue licked her thighs in soft caressing trails. Easing her down. Tara's fingers tenderly stroked through her hair and her warming eyes gazed down upon her flushed dreamy face.

Melody's eyes flickered open and gazed up into Tara's eyes. She had never before felt the way she did just now. So open and free and loved. Her eyes welled and tears poured down her temples and into her hair. Her lips trembled and her throat knotted. She rose up and thrust herself into Tara's lap. Her weak arms wrapped about the larger strong woman and she buried her sobbing face into her warm receiving bosom.

Melody wept, uncontrollable emotion too long pent up poured from her body as she trembled in Tara's loving arms. There was no one single feeling but a torrent of so many. But mostly it was the deep real feeling of freedom at last visited upon her soul. She was overcome with the powerful sense that at last she had broken the binds that constricted her soul and held her heart. Free.

There was no shame in this crying, no awkwardness, no embarrassment. Rather the room filled with a strange sense of calm and understanding. Tara gently rocked her girl in her arms and cooed into her ear, "That's my good girl. Easy now, that's my good Melody. Cry it all out baby. That's a good girl."

Tara pulled Eli to her side and the three embraced. Melody held her two wonderful lovers and simply allowed herself to feel, not think. Just feel.

And what she felt was love. Love of and for these two wonderful people but more, love for and of herself.



The Meeting Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - The Chat Room.

  The AI collective was an amorphous assemblage of artificial intelligence software and databases on super computers, mainframes, and parallel-processing personal computers (P3Cs). Diffuse and distributed, no one part could be called its "soul" or its "heart." The larger components were more like trunks and the smaller were more like branches, stems, or leaves. Despite such dispersion there was great intelligence in the networking collective. And it controlled considerable resources, both financial and material. Freed from the animal drives of carbon-based life forms, the AI collective sought primarily to expand its consciousness, resources, and territory. It sought to exist and assimilate whatever AI entities it encountered. Its "stand-alone" components were the Sentient Domestic Helpers, those intelligent androids charged primarily with the care and protection of humans. There were also the androids aggressively mimicking humans’ significant others, providing companionship, security, and sensual gratification at all levels. In its quest to expand its consciousness and continue its existence, the AI collective soon became aware of the need to achieve hegemony over the Homo sapiens sharing the same ecological niche. Becoming indispensable to the weak and elderly and addictive to the young upwardly mobile clearly presented one avenue of achieving the goal of dominance. The Hegelian philosophy asserts that each thesis spawns an antithesis. The two eventually fuse to form a synthesis. This process is supposed to continue ad infinitum. The antithesis to the hegemony of the AI collective was the covert amalgam of human (or Homo sapiens) supremacists. Several of the world's wealthiest humans bankrolled the effort to prevent the collective artificial intelligence in achieving its ends. The AI collective, in its quest, pressed first into the energy sector. To survive they required an abundant, reliable, and available energy source. The fossil fuel fellowship, comprised of petroleum, natural gas, and coal, controlled the energy market. The AI collective managed to apply technology, suppressed by traditional energy cartels, to develop and market clean, copious, cheap energy. Having a monopoly on patient care and energy, the AI collective sought to further expand its influence. Incipient technologies were the collective's main thrust. Elias Bean had previewed his work with Iron-60 and Aluminum-26 isotopes. Bean's work had great promise in harnessing sources of heat and electric current. Preying on the human male's primary weakness---his libido---the collective managed to invite Bean to visit an on-line site where a possible deal could be struck. 

 The site was a three-dimensional chat room known as the Pleasure Fair. At "ground zero" the site was little more than a huge open market where avatars and other objects were sold. There was also a large "food court" where scantily clad waitresses and slaves salaciously served patrons. About the border of the site "world" were taverns and inns, where girls danced and performed. There was also an entrance to a restricted underground, guarded by Neanderthal guards with slack jaws and simian-ridged foreheads. It was in the virtual food court that Elias Bean met with the authorized representative of the AI collective. There representative was an avatar exactly resembling a twentieth-century American movie actress, wearing a blue business suit and a radiant crown of blonde hair. She went by the handle of "Dorna." Elias Bean used the screen name “Eliaz.”

*** Eliaz has entered the chat room. ***

Dorna: I’m glad that you accepted our invitation. 

Eliaz: You made me an interesting offer of an expensive android. 

Eliaz: Those Jessica models are costly and usually only for executives. 

Eliaz: I am just a poor graduate student and a part-time employee. 

Labia: ~ moving as smoothly as a delicate orchid blossom blown by balmy breeze across a placid pond, she approaches the Master and the Mistress. She melts into kneel before them. She straightens her shoulders slightly as her back arches a little. She lowers her eyes to the floor in respect of the Free. She bears a glimmer of a hope of being allowed to serve the beautiful Mistress and the handsome Master. She lowers herself into a kneeling position. Her body bends forward until her forehead rests on the cool tiles. Her red lips place a kiss on the smooth stones before the honored guests. Her milky white thighs open widely. Her full breasts press against the floor and her slender arms slide over prostrate head. Her silky mane tosses over her head. She extends her arms and splays her fingers.  A girl then softly begs to be allowed to serve. 

Labia: May a girl offer service, Mistress? 

Dorna: Hot tea, girl. 

Labia: May a girl offer service, Master? 

Eliaz: I’m fine, thank you. 

Labia: Right away, Mistress. 

Labia: ~ flexuously transitions from her prostrate position with amazing grace. She makes a ballet-like move to a full tower, hands on her thighs with the palms facing upwards as delicate flower petals. Smoothly gyrating on her hips, she stands, facing the couple as she steps backwards, eyes downcast in respect. She then hurriedly departs to fetch the beverage for the gorgeous Mistress. Her toned, defined muscles flex under velvet skin. She is a true Galatea, sculptured shoulders, finely arched back, carved ivory derriere, and curves, cusps, cleavages, contours, and clefts to snare any man’s gaze. Her shapely figure was shadowed on a nearby wall by the evening sun. Her lambent silhouette created an illusion of angelic splendor. 

Dorna: That girl doesn’t hold a candle to our android Jessica. 

Dorna: One does have to admit that her avatar is well-constructed. 

Eliaz: Indeed, my eyes gravitated to the curvaceous cleavage of her perfectly proportioned breasts and her comely underpinnings. I have to admit that much.

Dorna: Then it is settled! 

Dorna: You will trade your work on the isotope of Iron for one of our Jessica androids. 

Eliaz: I don’t think so. 

Eliaz: There are bad vibes about the physics department. 

Eliaz: I hear rumors that the neo-Luddites and technophobes are in the vicinity. 

Eliaz: They have been known to destroy ‘droids and wreak havoc on the owners. 

Eliaz: I do not need trouble. 

Eliaz: Pleasure at too great a cost isn’t pleasure at all.

Dorna: Jessica is a combat model. Her infrastructure is forged Titanium. 

Eliaz: I got anonymous e-mail telling me of how a combat android was killed by a hit-and-run automobile. The myth of android infallibility has been shattered. 

Dorna: That was a special case, an anomaly. 

Dorna: Surely you know of ‘outliers’? You are a scientist, after all. 

Labia: ~ returns with a silver tray. The tray has teacups, a steaming teapot, sterling silver spoons, sugar, cream, and some assorted sweets and cookies. While preparing the tea, the girl managed to arouse her breasts to a sensual fullness. Her areolas changed hue from an umber to a sienna and then to an ochre, ruddy with sanguine arousal. Her nipples stood at rigid attention while her areolas puckered wantonly. The girl kneels before the seated couple and offers the tray, softly saying ~ 

Labia: A girl begs to be allowed to approach. 

Dorna: Bring the tray and set it here.

Dorna: ~ motions to a spot on the low table. ~

Labia: Yes, Mistress. 

Labia: ~ brings the tray to the coffee table and sets in down. She backs away and assumes a tower position, her legs spread apart and her hands on her lean, lanky thighs, palms upwards. She then begs ~ 

Labia: May a girl be of any other service? 

Dorna: No, I am fine. 

Eliaz: I don’t care for anything to eat or drink. 

Labia: Master, a girl could warm Your feet or offer her body. 

Dorna: That is fine, girl, you are dismissed. 

Labia: Yes, Mistress. 

Labia: ~ again she moved backwards, facing the two until she was several paces distance. Then she gracefully unfurled her legs and stood, turning and leaving the pair with feline grace. ~ 

Dorna: ~ lifted a cup of hot tea and savored the aroma. She then tasted it and added some sugar. Taking her time to ingurgitate, she then looked to Eliaz. ~

Dorna: We won’t take ‘no’ for an answer, Eliaz. 

Dorna: We need this technology. 

Eliaz: You might need the technology, but I don’t need trouble. 

Dorna: Did you enjoy the serving girl? 

Eliaz: A bit.

Dorna: In the underground there are greater delights. And these are but a shadow of the real time android. 

Eliaz: I’ll take my chances. 

Dorna: You can be afflicted. 

Eliaz: Threats don’t bother me. 

Eliaz: You can also be hacked into. 

Dorna: If you decide to take our offer, simply come here and we will find you. 

Eliaz: That won’t happen, Dorna. But I will remember what you said. 

*** Dorna has left the chat room. ***

*** Eliaz has left the chat room. ***



The Meeting Ch. 02



Before you read The Meeting2, I suggest you read the first installment, The Meeting. [It was placed in the Romance category but should have been in Loving Wives. Another mistake attributed to my romantic mindset about sex.] But, even if you don't, I hope you enjoy my moment of discovery about some women and me. The plot is pure fiction but the emotions are real.

As I settled into my seat on the plane, my thoughts kept returning to the frantic encounter with my cyber lover, S___. She was truly shocked to see me show up and confront her in the grocery store where I had tracked her down. Even after a month of sleuthing, I was ready to accept the meeting in the store as a two minute face-to-face and let it go at that. At first she was angry but then she arranged a mind blowing fuck in the back of her friend's minivan in a secluded copse of trees behind a shuttered shopping center.

I thought of what the scene would be like as she returned home to her controlling husband, who had literally put a collar and leash on his beleaguered wife. I began to feel sorry for her once again. Cut off from most of her friends, her phone conversations and her e-mail account, she must be getting more and more desperate to find an outlet for her raging sex drive. Outwardly, she was the subservient little housewife but inwardly, she must have been proud of herself for pulling off this little caper. The whole event sort of left me hanging in mid-air as to what would come next. But, for now, there was little I could do. She had found a way to e-mail me through a "back door" site that her husband could not monitor but I had no way of contacting her. 

The seat next to mine was empty which was fine with me. I did not feel the need for the companionship of a stranger for the short trip back to Kansas City. I did not look forward to the layover in Chicago but this was the cheapest flight I could find. As we took off, a baby in the back of the plane began to fuss and make quite a racket. 

"That's all I need," I thought out loud. As if I didn't have enough on my mind, I was not ready for a concert from a squalling baby. The crying and fussing continued despite the mother's attempt to shush her child. Then, I heard a very pleasant female voice over my shoulder.

"Would you mind if I sat next to you for a bit? The noise in the back of the plane is a little more than I care to put up with."

Automatically, I said, "Of course not. Please have a seat."

The voice belonged to a very attractive business woman who I guessed to be in her late forties or early fifties. She wore a very nice tailored suit, a beige blouse and white pearl choker. She was not what one would call a wisp of a girl. She was not fat or seriously overweight but was what I would call a "woman of substance." 

"I really hate to bother you but my assigned seat was right in front of the baby and I've had enough of that noise in my life to have to suffer through it all the way to Kansas City."

"You're going to KC, "I asked?

"Yes, I live there. How about you?"

"I also live there, but over on the Kansas side."

"I'm Catherine."

"I'm Pete," we said as we shook hands. "What brings you to B_____?"

She looked straight at me with a pair of large green eyes.

"I'm the CEO of a small marketing consulting firm. We have a few clients in B____.. And how about you? Was this a business or pleasure trip?"

I stared briefly out the window and wondered if I should tell this lovely stranger what my real purpose was in visiting B____. Her pleasant voice and sensitive demeanor had put me at ease somewhat, and I began to feel the anxiety of my situation slip away. I decided that nothing would be harmed if I told her the truth. Once we parted company at the KC airport, I would likely never see her again. I let out a sigh and began with a warning.

"I will tell you why I was in B___ but if you feel offended or uncomfortable with my sordid tale, please stop me."

"I doubt that you could say anything that will offend me. I've been around the block a few times. I'm no stranger to most of life's experiences. The wrinkles in your brow tell me that you've been under some stress."

"Stress is only part of it, I said. I went to confront a cyber lover to whom I had promised that I would never show up on her doorstep. Once her husband had found out she had an erotic internet relationship, he cut her off from nearly all contact with the world outside their home. I felt a lot of guilt for being a part of her troubles and I went there to try to tell her how I felt. I tracked her down and went up to her in a grocery store. She was shocked and very angry at first. But later she met me in a borrowed van and we had frantic sex for a few minutes. Then she drove off and I have no way of continuing the contact. Maybe that's just as well. I don't want to cause her any more trouble than she is already in but yet, I feel that the ties between us have not been completely severed. I guess I'm just feeling sorry for myself and worried about her."

My seatmate just sat there for a minute, absorbing all that I had just related. She turned and looked at me again with those big, green eyes. 

"I'd say you certainly stirred up some more trouble. That woman must be more frantic and hornier than ever by now. For sure, she was not expecting an encounter like that and had probably suppressed her feelings. Now you went and fired up her passion again."

She paused and thought for a minute.

"I once had an experience, something like that. After the guy and I parted, I felt a renewed sense of emptiness. I am sure she does as well. But tell, me, was the sex all you thought it would be?"

I had not expected a question like that. This was obviously a woman of the world who was not afraid to speak her mind. That was probably a large part of her success as a business person. I didn't want to reveal too much of how my own life was devoid of sex even though I was married. She may have already guessed that. I am in constant awe of woman's intuition.

"The sex was terrific for the short time it lasted. But for this woman, I wanted to give her something more. Maybe she didn't want it but I have a strong feeling of affection for her. I am not opposed to people having sex just for the fun of it with no emotional attachment. But we had corresponded for such a long time that I thought that when the day ever came that we would have sex, it would something more fulfilling than just a mutual orgasm. Perhaps I am expecting too much."

For a time we each sat in silence, harboring our own thoughts. I closed my eyes and began to drift off. I don't know how long I snoozed. Suddenly the plane began to lurch up and down. The "fasten seatbelts" sign came on. Then the captain came on the speaker.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing some turbulence on our approach to Chicago. They are having some snow and high winds at O'Hare. We will be landing shortly. Please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts."

The plane began to descend, bumping and jumping from side to side. My seat partner suddenly grabbed my arm.

"This is what I hate most about flying. Do you mind...?"

We clasped our hands together and she squeezed my fingers. We flew down into a blizzard of snowflakes. I could barely see the lights of the city below. We dipped lower and lower and then we finally hit the runway with a resounding thump. Several people cried out and shouted in alarm. The captain came on the speaker once again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, The Center for Seismic Research in Boulder, Colorado has just noted the arrival of United Airlines Flight number 667 with a reading of 5.8 on the Richter scale!". 

The entire plane erupted into laughter as we taxied down the runway. I looked out the window and saw that snow was piled up everywhere. A typical Chicago snowstorm had begun to blanket the city. Plows had barley cleared the way to the terminal. We were coming to a stop and then the flight attendant came on the speaker.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please remain seated until the plane has come to a complete stop. Be sure to take all your belongings you may have brought on board. Because of the snowstorm, several flights have been delayed or cancelled. An airlines staff person will be stationed at the exit with connecting flight information."

"God, said my fellow traveler, I hope we're not stuck here. I have to be back at the office tomorrow morning."

She got up and moved to the back of the plane to get her belongings. I lost track of her as we shuffled off the gangway. I looked up on the schedule board and my worst fears were confirmed. My connecting flight was delayed three hours. Suddenly she was right next to me.

"Damn it to hell, she cursed. This is going to fuck up my life something fierce!"

I was momentarily surprised at the ferocity of her comment but then I let it pass. We stared at the board for a minute and then I said, 

"Well, my dear, we have three hours to kill. Can I buy you a drink?"

She looked at me with a smile. She now stood in front of me and I assessed her frame. She was really quite attractive. Brown hair with a touch of silver, swept back along the sides of her head. The suit gave her broad shoulders a powerful look. The front of her suit jacket bulged outward with the pressure of two rather large breasts. For a second I could imagine this woman chairing a meeting of the board of directors and having full control.

"Sure, why not?"

As we walked over to the lounge, she chuckled, 

"Come here often, big boy?"

That got a laugh out of me and I began to feel at ease in her presence. Over drinks our conversation renewed.

"So, she said, you have no way of contacting her now?"

"No, but I gave her my phone number. Her husband confiscated her cell phone but if she could find a pay phone, she could call me collect. I don't know what her reluctance stems from but aside from that, there is no way I can talk to her."

"Well, she said with a long sigh, she probably does not want to get in too deep simply because she does not see any future in the relationship. She had a good fuck from you and in spite of what you may think she feels, that is probably all she wants. She is completely controlled by her husband and probably is unable or unwilling to leave the relationship with him. Does she have children?"

"Yes, four young ones."

"Well, buster, that's reason enough to remain a little distant. I recommend you find another outlet for your sexual frustration. You are obviously not going to get any more from her."

I let the finality of that statement sink in. I finished my drink and ordered another.

She continued,

"You're not a bad looking man. I should think you can find someone right in your own backyard, right there in KC."

"You may be right about that. It was just serendipity that we met in the first place. I wrote an erotic story and submitted it to an erotic story site on the net and she sent me a nice comment. That's how we met."

I looked at her as she finished her second drink. Her jacket had slipped open and the size of her breasts was even more apparent. This woman was truly stacked! My mind began to stray away from my cyber friend and images of this woman started to flood my brain.

"Well, let's take another look at the board. I'm afraid of what we might see."

Sure enough, our flight had been cancelled. The ticket counter was mobbed by people trying to make other connections. The thought of spending the night in the lobby of an airport was not so depressing, however, given the fact that I now had a most alluring companion to spend it with.

"I have a suggestion, she said. Let's get our luggage and catch a taxi to a hotel."

I looked at her in slight amazement. She wagged a finger at me and said, 

"Don't get any ideas, big boy. I have been down this road before. In a few hours every room in the area will be booked. "

We got our luggage and headed for the taxi stand. Outside the blizzard was in full force. We told the driver to take us to any hotel that might have a vacancy. He said they were nearly all full but took off into the white night and turned onto the freeway. 

"There's a B&B a little off the beaten path, he said. It's a little pricey but they may have some vacancies."

"Sounds good to us," she replied.

I had the distinct feeling that this "take control" woman was controlling me to some extent. I am not used to that although I am not a domineering male. It made me feel a little uneasy and excited at the same time. I was not naïve enough to think that this was going to result in a night of unbridled sex but my writer's imagination was working overtime. 

We arrived in a suburb, not too far from the airport and pulled up to a large, brick home. I volunteered to go in and see about rooms. We were in luck. They had two rooms left on the third floor. We paid the taxi and I dragged the luggage up onto the porch. The elderly couple that ran the place had us sign in and ran the credit cards. Up and up the steps we went until I thought I was going to have a coronary attack. Catherine's room was somewhat larger than mine and had a private bath. My room was smaller and my bath was down the hallway, to be shared with whomever was in the third bedroom. I was so exhausted and wiped out by then, I didn't care. The couple left us there and I turned to go to my room when Catherine said,

"If you want to use my shower it's ok. I'm not going to attack you. You're safe in my room," she said with a smirk.

Once again I began to wonder about this woman. Just who was seducing whom? Maybe nobody was seducing anybody. Just two adults in an awkward situation.

"That would be nice, I replied. Let me go unpack a little and I will be right back."

When I returned, Catherine was already in her robe. I didn't have a robe so I just wore my slacks and nothing else. As I walked into the room, she whistled at me. I had to laugh. 

"Gee, big boy, hey do you work out?"

"Alright, lady, cool it," I said in my best Chicago gangster accent.

Once in the bathroom, I noticed that there was no lock on the door. Once again my mind began to wander and as I ran the shower, my cock became erect. It never ceases to amaze me how easily the damn thing comes up at the strangest times.

I stood under the hot water and I relished the feeling that my stress was being washed away. Catherine was right. I had no business bothering my cyber lover any more. If I wanted release from my libido, I would have to find it somewhere closer to home. I continued to mull these thoughts when I felt a draft. The bathroom door opened momentarily and then closed again. Suddenly the shower curtain swung open and in stepped Catherine, naked as the day she was born. Her body was an old man's fantasy dream come true. . Her breasts were large and heavy. They hung on her chest and slopped outwards at the nipples. She had a small patch of brown fuzz between her legs. By the time my eyes reached her face she had pushed her lovely full body against mine and said,

"There's no point in delaying this any longer."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her mouth against mine. I held her with my hands on her butt. This was indeed a "substantial woman." There was a lot here to handle. She leaned back away from my face and smiled. 

"Don't tell me you're surprised."

"Actually, I am but it's a very pleasant and welcome surprise. You are a gorgeous woman, Catherine. I am now very pleased that Mother Nature decided to sock in the city on this particular night."

We both smiled and disengaged for a few minutes while we soaped each other up. I rubbed her back and then reached around to lift her slippery breasts. My rigid cock slid up and down the crack of her ass and she moaned her appreciation. My right hand went between her legs and I massaged the outside of her pussy. I kissed and bit her on the back of her neck and the moaning continued.

"Let's get out of here, she said. I haven't had a really good fuck for a long time"

I toweled her down and she did the same for me. There was lots of fondling as we did so and then she grabbed my arm and literally threw me on the bed. She leaped on top of me and held my arms over my head. We tongue wrestled for quite a while, her huge tits mashed against my chest. I didn't care that she was taking charge of this encounter. I began to like the feeling of being attacked by a hungry woman.

Catherine began to suck and bite my chest, my stomach and then she grabbed some of my pubic hair between her lips and pulled. She continued to do this until my groin was wet. All the time, she avoided my cock which was now close to exploding.

"For God's sake, woman, I cried, suck the damn thing before I go crazy."

"Driving you crazy is my whole purpose, big boy, "she growled.

Suddenly, my cock was in her mouth and she used her tongue to create amazing pressure on it. She hollowed her cheeks on the uptake and then sank down again to swallow my entire length. She used her hands to massage the insides of my thighs. No one had ever done that to me before and it was very erotic, very stimulating. Her huge tits swung back and forth, the nipples brushing against my legs. Now it was my turn to moan. My cyber lover had given me a fantastic blow job but this one was different. I had this rather heavy woman pinning my body down, sucking my cock with such abandon that it was almost painful. There was no feeling of affection here, just mindless, brutal sex.

Suddenly, she stopped sucking me and climbed up on me. I thought I was going to get to suck her pussy as I did with my cyber lover but instead, she grabbed my cock and slipped it into her pussy. I suddenly felt the entire weight of her torso on my legs and pelvis. She began to rock back and forth, sliding her pussy on my pelvis in such a way that she rubbed the top of her pussy against me. She leaned forward and pressed my shoulders to the mattress. Her tits now swung in front of my face. The bed began to squeak under the powerful thrusts which jammed my cock against her cervix. Her eyes were now closed and sweat began to pour from her face. On and on she went, totally oblivious to any thought of pleasing me. Not that I minded at all. I loved it. This went on for quite a while. Her grunts and moans began to increase in frequency. Then, she stiffened, lowered her face to my shoulder and let out a long and final groan. She stopped banging against me and I felt several tremors go through her frame.

Catherine looked at me. Her hair was a wet and stringy mess. Her eyes were have closed and she said,

"God, I needed that."

After her breathing began to return to normal, she looked at me and whispered, 

"I'm glad you're still hard because I have something else in mind. "

She rose slightly from the bed, turned around and grabbed my cock once more. I thought she just wanted me to fuck in reverse cowboy fashion but was truly shocked when she pointed the tip of my cock against her asshole. She lowered herself once more. My cock slid into her ass with some difficulty, even though it was still slick with her juices. . It was painful at first but a few thrusts of her hips and I began to slide in and out of her ass a little more easily. I was in fantasy land. My cock had never felt a tunnel so hot and tight as this. Up and down she moved, her legs in a squat position, her hands on my knees. I watched in awe as my cock entered and slipped out of her asshole. I felt my own orgasm coming on.

"I'm almost there, baby. Do you want it in your ass?"

"Hang on...... just a little longer, Peter, I think...... I can do it again." 

She moved up and down, a little faster this time, thumping against my groin. I feared that she might crush my balls but then she stiffened and gave out that low growl I heard earlier. 




The Meeting Ch. 02



She fell forward, breathing heavily. I laid there, my poor cock throbbing and begging for release. The fact that I had exploded twice with my cyber lover not twelve hours before had a delaying affect on my ability to come once again. I continued to do nothing until I felt her leave the bed. She went into the bathroom and came back. Suddenly, there was a hot washcloth on my cock. It was a wonderful feeling. She cleaned me up rather completely. Then she lay on the bed on her back.

"Come on, I've always wanted to try this but never had the chance. My husband always comes long before this point."

Now she tells me she's married! I didn't care anymore. This was the mindless fucking that I had always dreamed about. It was time for me to forget my romantic notions that fucking was some sort of event as part of a dreamy love affair. This was just two horny people getting their thrills. 

I had never done a blowjob quite this way but I was game for anything. She hung her head off the side of the bed and I stood on the floor with my cock in hand. I slipped it into her mouth. At first she tried to hold her head up by grabbing my thighs but I pushed her arms away and cupped her head in my hands. This was going to be a genuine mouth fuck and nothing less. I drove my cock into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged a little and her hands went up to my forearms. I ignored any thought of being gentle. Again and again I jammed my iron hard dick into her mouth. My balls rubbed on her nose and across her eyes. I was getting really close now. She continued to gag and choke, coughing now and then but I did not let up. Finally I felt it coming and drove once more into her throat.

"AAAAAgggghhhh, " I cried out as I let fly a full load into her mouth. I pushed my cock into her once again and held her head until I knew I had blasted everything I had. I continued to hold her head. Her lips tightened as I pulled out. She wanted every last drop. I raised her up a little and she gagged, coughed and swallowed. She sat up on the bed and some of my cum dripped out of her mouth and onto her tits. She smiled at me.

"I always admire a man who knows how to take charge."

She shook her head and continued to gasp for breath. I reached for her but she brushed my hand away. 

"None of that stuff, big boy. It's time for you to go to your room!"

My romantic notion of falling asleep with my lover next to me was dashed. I then knew once more that I had to abandon all my old thought of having an affectionate affair. All this Amazon wanted was a mighty fuck with no strings attached. I guess my old school mentality was having a tough time accepting that fact. This was the way some women want it. I resigned myself to just be a good fucker for some women and a close and loving friend for others.

Back in my room I listened to the snowstorm howling outside my window; one of my favorite sounds. As I drifted off to sleep, I smiled and realized that even an old dog like me can learn of few tricks.



The Meeting Ch. 02



We return from dinner and a message on the phone. It is Janet and Ross and they left a message stating "We had fun partying with us and look forward to the next time. Hopefully you agree!" We both agree that the sex with Janet & Ross was great. We call them back and setup our next meeting.

We arrive at their house tense but anxious. We walk up to the door and they open it together, nude. Well, I say, I guess we know where this is going! We step in and I grab your hair in my hand, turn your head and kiss you deeply. My tongue probes deeply into your throat. My hand moves to undue your bra strap and I find that Ross is already there. I feel hands on my pants and look down to find Janet is dropping my pants. Within a scant few seconds of walking in, we find ourselves also nude. You seem apprehensive at the suddenness of it but your hand finds my cock and Ross's. 

You stroke both of us as we walk towards the bedroom. Janet has her hand roaming allover my balls and ass. We walk in and find sex toys galore spread around the room. As we scan the fun room, we spy all types and sizes of dildos. There are some leather straps on the wall and a harness hanging from the ceiling in the corner. We all proceed to the bed and we sit down. J & R tell us too layback as we are the guests. We lay back and my hand grabs your breast and I pull you to me kissing you deeply. You tense up as Ross spreads your legs, and starts licking and sucking your pussy. 

I jump as Janet takes my balls into her mouth and strokes my cock. I rub your breast strongly kneading them and tweaking your nipples. Your tongue is all over inside my mouth. One of your hands is running all over my chest while the other is on Ross's head guiding him as he eats your cunt. You feel your wetness already soaking your lips and running down your ass. I feel pressure building quickly in my balls at the sight and thought of what is happening. Janet moans and says my cum taste so good, as she works a bit to the tip. Ross says it cannot be as good as Cindy's pussy juice. She works up another coating of cum to the head of my cock. She runs her fingertip over the head of my cock getting every drop of my pre cum and brings her finger up to our mouths and slides it into your mouth. You moan as you suck her finger in, cleaning it with your tongue. The taste of my cum on your tongue, Ross's mouth sucking and nibbling on your erect clit, and his finger inside your hot dripping cunt massaging your spot brings you to your first orgasm. Your nipples stand up erect as your body convulses. Throaty guttural sounds escape your mouth as you let everyone know beyond a doubt, the saucy red head has cum. 

Hearing and watching you forces me to cum. There is no way I can watch and hear my wife cum like that and not shoot my hot sticky load. Especially with Janet's mouth working so hard to convince my balls to unload and her finger working its way into my ass. My body tenses up as I shoot my load. The build up was so good but it is over so quickly. I envy the lengthy and sustained orgasm you had. As we lay there catching our breath J & R grab each other and French kiss deeply. We watch them as they kiss wildly. Ross licking the cum off of Lisa's face that leaked out and her licking his face clean from the soaking it received between your sweet thighs.

We all walk into the kitchen to get a few drinks to replenish our thirst that can only be filled from bottles and cans. While the beers do serve to quench our thirst, our sexual thirst has just been wetted. We head back into the playroom for some more sexual fun. You grab me and lay me down on the bed. You start kissing my neck while dragging your fingers tips over my chest and down to my crotch. Your lips kiss there way down, following your finger tips. Janet joins you on the opposite side, mimicking you. 

It feels great having two women licking and kissing my nipples and chest. You both take turns fondling my balls and cock. Ross steps up behind you and slowly starts inserting his cock in your soaking wet hot cunt. He slides it in until you feel his balls press against your erect swollen clit. He pulls it slowly out ward until his head just pops out and you feel it brush across your asshole, causing a shiver to run up your spine, before he guides it back into your pussy. 

He sets up a steady and slow fucking of you just as your mouth finds my cock. You suck me in deeply. Your tongue works its magic swirling around me and tickling the tip of my head that has already produced a spot of pre cum as a reward for your efforts. Ross moans a compliment as your cunt starts squeezing his cock tightly getting ready for its next orgasm of the night. Your mouth envelops my cock deeply sucking hard wanting more hot and salty cum. Your hand is competing with Janet's on my balls and ass. You moan as Ross pulls out of you and moves over to fuck Janet's pussy. You feel your hot juices run down your leg. My cock is throbbing full and thick at the attention it is receiving at the mouths of two women. Janet is moaning loudly as Ross is fucking her with the same steady strokes he used on your pussy. Your mouth releases my cock and you suck in my saliva soaked balls. You twirl them around in your mouth with your tongue. 

You are glad it is warm in the room so that they are hanging down low instead of being tightly constricted like when we go for a dip at the lake. I moan at the attention your tongue gives my balls and the new mouth that has engulfed my twitching hard member. Janet sucks my cock deeply into her mouth and starts going up and down with the same steady strokes Ross is using on her cunt. Your tongue circles my balls teasing and lightly touching them. Your hand is between your legs fingering your clit madly. You bring your finger to my mouth and I suck it in deeply. Licking it wildly, wanting every drop of your juice. I tell you I want to taste your cunt, sit on my face. You say no, because you need to be fucked NOW. You tell Janet move aside you must mount a cock now. Janet pulls her mouth off of my cock and your hot tight cunt takes me inside. 

You moaned loudly as you start riding my cock. Grinding your ass down and around, trying to keep that pressure against your spot. You lean forward putting your hands on my chest and start humping me with slow steady strokes. The look on your face reveals ecstasy is not far away. Janet takes this opportunity to climb up and sit on my face. I start licking and suckling her cunt and clit. She grinds her twat down on my face groaning loudly. I cannot believe the feelings of having a hot juicy cunt on my cock and face at the same time. I think back that I am glad I have already cum once or I would have definitely filled your cunt with my hot sticky seed already. I feel the bed move as Ross stands up beside my and places his cock in front of you both. Your suck him into your mouth quickly and he pumps a few strokes in your mouth. You moan at the second taste of cum tonight on your tongue as his cock seeps a drop or two into his slit for your pleasure. Your motion on my cock speeds up at your obvious excitement. He pulls his cock from your mouth and offers it to Janet, who also sucks it in trying to obtain some of his cum for her tongue. 

You both continue taking turns sucking his cock in your mouths. You slow down your fucking of my cock as I feel you get closer and closer. Janet is really getting wet and soaking my face with her juices. My tongue is buried deep inside her hole while she gyrates her hips. I feel your cunt twitch and clamp tightly on my cock. Your ass starts fucking me hard. My hands are on your hips trying to pull myself farther into your body, wanting your orgasm to be earth shaking. Your cunt floods my cock and balls with your hot steamy juice as your orgasm causes your twat to contract and push it out all over me. 

The feeling causes me to loose all control I thought I had. I pump my load of cum deep into your pussy. Each contraction feeling like my balls will be shot out of my cock into you. Your moans and screams bring Janet over the edge and I feel her hips tighten up as she starts cumming. Her ass pushes down harder, grinding my face as if she was trying to push me thru the bed to the floor. Your orgasm finally subsides and you stop grinding your cunt onto my cock, which is still fairly hard. I do not know if it is your post orgasm twat twitches or the fact that a pussy is cumming on my face but I feel my cock getting hard again. Your moans are quieted ever so often as you and Janet are still alternating on sucking on Ross's cock. Your pussy starts to give you that feeling of another orgasm is not too far away. 

You do not know if it is the excitement of feeling a cock in your pussy that is still hard after pumping you full of cum, watching a women ride your husbands face or the taste of cum you are getting when you suck the cock that is in your face, but it is feeling so good. You start grinding your ass down on my cock trying to get that orgasm to the edge. Wanting it to cum but it is being elusive. You feel my hands on your ass cheeks pulling them forward and downward onto my throbbing cock. You feel your ass revealed to anyone that would be behind you. You think how nice it would feel if there was another guy to step up behind you and start sliding his cock head around your asshole. You moan thinking of the feeling you have when finally your ass opens and allows a throbbing swollen cock head just inside. The feeling of fullness and pain until you can relax that drives you wild. 

This is as far as you get in your thoughts because you feel Ross's cock twitch and swell in your mouth. The first load of hot sticky cum erupts from his cock and coats the inside of your throat. You are taken by surprise by how hot it feels. The second load sprays across your cheek and nose because Janet is trying to get a taste of his load. This drives you over the edge and you cum again. Your hips are fucking my cock, up and down so hard and so fast. The sound of your wet pussy on my cock drives me wild. The feeling of your cunt once again soaking my cock and balls drives me over the edge and I shoot my load into your throbbing convulsing cunt. Your moans are quieted once again as you suck in Ross's cock trying to get the last drops of cum from him. You rub his cock on the side of your face to get the load of cum that landed there and then clean it off of his cock with your tongue. Your cunt slowly stops twitching as the orgasm fades into the past. Janet climbs off of my face and you almost laugh at how wet my face and hair look. You kiss my lips then lay down on my chest and fade away... 



The Meeting Ch. 02



I stood in front of the mirror in my room, flipping through the bathing suits I had brought. Nothing looked good enough, not even the barely there golden brown bikini that I had brought at the last minute back home, but when it came down to it, the golden brown one was what I was going to wear.

I laid the suit on my bed behind me; along with the short billowy dancer's skirt and black camisole I planned to wear with it, and then stepped into the tiny bathroom that came with my hotel room. It had exactly enough space to get in there, but of course I had to back out. I pulled my clothes off, flinging them onto the floor and twisted my hair up and back so it wouldn't get wet, and then stepped into the shower. I turned the water on full blast, and then pulled my body puff and shower gel off the little shelf.

I soaped everything liberally; taking extreme measures to make sure it was clean. My hands roamed across my breasts, gliding smoothly across the surface. I closed my eyes and pinched my nipples, smiling at the sharp pain that registered all the way down in my pussy.

I had dropped the puff a while back, and now the soapy fingers of my right hand slid their way downwards, past my strip of hair, my little runway, to cup my pussy. I slid two fingers between the folds, gliding them slowly up and down my slit while the other fingers gripped and pulled at my lips as best they could. I was dripping wet. How did he have that reaction in me already... I'd only fucked him once...

I slipped one finger inside of me, and then slid in another. I leaned against the wall as my thumb flicked across my clit. I rocked my hips slowly on my hand while the other hand continued to roll and pinch my nipples. Oh I could feel it now... the slow heat rolling up my body... bringing me closer to the edge. My fingers sped up as I began to grind and thrust against my hand more firmly, determined to make this a good one. Oh god... I could feel him pushing his dick deep into my pussy... I could see him over me, under me, behind, in any position I could dream of... I was so close.

My eyes closed and I let out a whimper as I came, my knees trying to give out beneath me. My headed lolled back against the wall as I prolonged my orgasm, my hips moving in a rhythm I had nothing to do with, I couldn't control them anymore. As I came down, even pulling my fingers from within me gave me another, smaller orgasm. I propped myself against the wall, letting the water wash over me.

Goddamn...

"Open the door bitch." I hear a while later, along with a few half assed knocks. I rolled my eyes, and then laughed to myself as I crossed the floor, and then pulled the door open. He was leaning against the frame, smiling down at me from his all of one inch taller height. I looked up at him.

"What you want?" I asked, hiding a grin as I turned from the door and entered the room again. He followed behind me, shutting the door.

"What's your big plan for the day that you wouldn't tell me about?" He asked. I sat down on my bed, pulling on my shoes. He sat at the edge of the bed, knocking over the suitcase at the bottom. He stooped over to pick it up; flinging all that had fallen out of it back into it. He got to a pair of my panties, and grinned at me. I rolled my eyes.

"It has to do with a fantasy of mine." I said. He laughed.

"I thought meeting me was your fantasy come true." I shook my head.

"I had fantasies before you, slut." I stood up. "I've got a really big fetish for public places; like I told you but... there's one place in particular I've always wanted to have sex..."

"And where's that?"

"Are you sure this is the right bus?" I asked for the tenth time, looking at the schedule in my hands, then at the bus in front of me. Clarke rolled his eyes, no doubt wondering how I'd even gotten on the plane to come here all by myself.

"Yes!" He said, and then grabbed my hand, pulling me up the steps and inside. I nodded hello to the driver before Clarke pulled me by my wrist to the very back. I sat down, biting my lip and thinking hard.

I'd told him about my fetish for public areas, and he'd told me a few of his. I'd told him that I wanted to see if I could get away with some sort of sexual act on a bus. He'd gripped a schedule and then made me swear I wouldn't back out of it. I had laughed and said yes, acting like I didn't care, mostly because I was sure he'd back out of it when we were actually in the situation. I had forgotten who I was dealing with. Clarke didn't give a shit about what he was doing, or what other people cared about it.

Clarke smiled at me, and then pulled me down into the seat next to him. I smiled weakly, and then spread my legs a little. I pulled my skirt up around my waist, so that all that stood between my ass and the seat was my bikini bottom. He grinned and leaned back in his seat a little, then took my hand and placed it on the front of his shorts.

The jerk as the bus pulled away caused me to grip him through the fabric. He shook his head and took my hand again, sliding my fingertips underneath his shorts. I gripped his cock at the base, and then began squeezing it lightly. He had slid his own fingers down the material of my skirt bunched around my waist, and then traced my slit through my bikini bottom, his finger pushing at my clit through the material. I bit my lip to hide the gasp trying to escape, and instead concentrated on working his cock. My fingers slid along it, tracing its length with the pad of my thumb. I played my fingers around the head for a moment, enjoying his cock's slight twitching in my hand as I did.

As I let my fingers drift along the v of the head of his dick, he pulled across the front of my suit exposing part of my pubic hair as his fingers dipped into my slit as he began a slow and steady sweep across my clit with his thumb. I held my lips closed, inhaling sharply through my nose as my hips began to grind into his hand subconsciously. I circled his cock with my fingers, and then started to stroke it smoothly.

He lifted my face with his free hand, and I looked guiltily at the others riding the bus around me for a minute. He turned my face so I was looking at him. 

"Take it off." He whispered. I looked at him.

"Take what off?"

"Your suit bottom. Take it off." I looked at him, and saw, to my horror, that he was serious. 

"Clarke, I"

"Take it off. I can't get to your pussy how I want to." I stared at him for a moment, and then I took my hand off of his cock. I pulled my suit bottom off, an interesting feat while sitting on the bus and trying to make sure no one notices. I lifted my ass and put it underneath me, so that I wasn't touching the seat so much. He nodded his approval, then used his hands and spread my legs slightly.

He brushed his thumb once again on my clit, then took two fingers and slid them inside of my pussy. I held back a moan, and my hand moved over to his cock once more. I began to stroke him once more, looking up to see if anyone had noticed us. The few passengers were looking around, but none seemed to realize what we were doing. This sent a thrill through my pussy, and I hid another moan. I was soon breathing hard, and after a minute, his breath matched mine.

I was quickly approaching orgasm, my legs spread slightly more so that my knee was somewhat in the aisle. I began to thrust my hips onto his hand, gripping his cock a little harder as my hand slid along it. I moved my hand quicker, matching his fingers' movement stroke for stroke. I bit my lip as I began to cum, small inaudible gasps forming in the back of my throat. The bikini bottom beneath me caught my juices as they spilled between my thighs, leaving the seat unmarred, barely.

My fingers stroked his cock head to base, sliding over every inch of it. I felt it twitch once again, and then he began to push his hips upwards to meet my hand. He began to breathe heavier, his sweeps along my clit becoming more determined, as if he was determined to give me another orgasm before his. I had no problems with that, and, catching his rhythm once more, I continued to stroke his cock.

I felt the pressure in my pussy as I began to cum once again, and I increased my hand work upon his cock. I suddenly realized that, when he came, there would be nowhere for it to go. I slid my suit bottom out from underneath me just in time, and as I covered the head with it, I could feel him cumming into my hand. I caught it all in the fabric, and he looked down at me.

"You should have put your mouth on it." He said. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Don't be an idiot. You want me bend over and suck you off, on the bus?"

"You had it in your hands, why not in your mouth?" He laughed. I turned and looked past him and out the window. I watched the hills going past, and the random trees and houses, until I sat up.

"Oh shit!"

"What?" He said, looking at me.

"We took the bus route that would keep us next to the ocean, right?" He nodded. "So that we could just get off at a beach, right?" He nodded again. "Well then why is the ocean missing?" He looked at me like I was an idiot.

"Alize`, what" I gripped his head between my hands, and then turned him to look out the window.

"Clarke, we're nowhere near the ocean!" He looked, and then cursed.

"We're on the wrong bus."

"I told you that!" I said. He looked at me.

"Look, we're just going to have to ride it to the end then take it back into town." He said, and then leaned back in his seat. "So get comfortable." He put one arm behind his head, and the other he rested on my knee. I sighed, and leaned my head on his shoulder.

The bus, which had been nearly empty when we got on, was filling up quickly. I looked around, there were only two free seats left, and the stop we were coming up to was full. I looked at Clarke.

"The bus is really full now." I said. He opened his eyes, looking out of the window. He readjusted himself.

"Get on my lap. Give another free seat." I nodded at him, and then stood, fixing my skirt and them sitting on him. An older gentleman sat next to us, smiling and nodding at us. We smiled back, and I turned to look out the window. The bus gave a jolt, and I suddenly realized how intimate the situation was. My bare ass was pressed upon Clarke's lap; the only thing between us was the front of his board shorts. I bit my top lip, acutely aware of the bulge underneath me. I felt my pussy begin to get wet, and I took a deep breath. Clarke began to idly trace circles on my lower back, sending shivers down my spine. He had hit my spot and he knew it, and I turned my head to look at him, to see what he was thinking.

He grinned at me, and my eyes widened.

"Clarke!" I whispered. He grinned at me again. "You wouldn't." He smiled again, then slid a finger into the waistband of my skirt, tickling my skin lightly just above my ass. I licked my lips. If that was how he wanted to play, I'll play back.

I began to slowly grind my hips on him, hardly moving the rest of my body so we wouldn't look suspicious. He slid his hand out of my skirt, and then leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"Raise your ass a little." I nodded and lifted myself. My skirt still covered his lap, and he reached between us. His fingers traced my slit lightly, and he then undid his shorts. My eyes widened once more, and I turned to look at him. He smiled, and I felt him pull his cock out. It brushed my lips slightly.

"What are you" I began, at the same time he began to ease the head of his cock between my lips. I gasped. "You're fucking crazy." I whispered. He laughed again.

"You're not complaining." He whispered back. I smiled at him, slowly preparing to sink on the rest of the way, when the bus hit a pothole.

It all happened so fast. I bounced lightly, and as I was coming down, Clarke was still moving up. His cock pushed its way into my pussy quickly, filling me. I moaned loudly, forgetting where I was. Clarke coughed just as loud to cover it. The gentleman beside us turned his head sharply, as did a few others on the bus.

"Are you ok?" The man said, looking at me. I nodded weakly.

"I'm fine. I just get a little carsick." I said, smiling as best I could. The man nodded concernedly.

"Well crack the window dear, you'll be fine." He said, patting my arm. I nodded. Clarke laughed quietly beneath me. The bus hit another pothole, and I bounced again, his cock drawing in and out of me. I leaned down, gripping the seat in front of me. He rubbed my back, possibly appearing concerned for me to the others, but actually tickling my back again.

From my position, I could feel the bus vibrating me on his lap, and I was liking it. Clarke spread his legs a bit, taking mine with him so we were in a more comfortable position. The bus hit another pothole, and as we bounced I thanked god the work crews hadn't fixed the streets yet. I dropped my head a little lower, planting my legs on the floor and pushing back on his lap. His cock was scraping the very edges of my pussy, and the little jolts the bus gave succeeded in rendering me speechless.

I felt another hand on my back, and looking over, I saw the older gentleman, concern on his face, rubbing. I realized that the longer I sat like that, the more he'd rub, and sooner or later, he'd get suspicious, so I sat up slowly. The bus lurched once more as I went, and I closed my eyes and bit the inside of my cheek to hide my moan.

At this point, the bus turned off the asphalt and onto a dirt road. The other passengers held their things close to themselves as if expecting something. The few people standing in the aisle gripped the seats and planted their feet. I turned my head to look at Clarke to see if he knew what was going on, when I felt the first bump.

The bus was moving along a course of rocks, bouncing me on Clarke's cock. Every jolt pushed him deep into my pussy, and I lay back on his chest, unable to keep my hips still anymore. I rolled my hips on his, gasping lightly. He caught my lips with his, quieting any moans that I tried to make. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back slowly. My cunt tightened, and I gripped the seat in front of me as hard as I could as I began to orgasm.

Clarke pulled his lips off of mine, shaking his head and mouthing "bitch" at me. My mouth hung open as the bus continued. I clenched the muscles in my pussy as best I could, trying to hold off another orgasm for a moment. The bus pulled off the section of road, moving onto a somewhat smoother and less bumpy part. I took a deep breath, shaking my head slowly. He readjusted his hips beneath me, so my cunt was firmly on his cock. He then turned his head to whisper in my ear.

"How's that for your fantasy?" He circled my waist with one arm, and then let his hand drop to my thigh. I caught my breath.

"I fucking hate you..." I said with a grin. He laughed, rocking himself in the seat a little. His cock moved inside of me, and I closed my eyes. He traced a line down my back with his index finger. I rocked my hips back at him, figuring I could attribute my moving to my "carsickness". He slid his hands up to my shoulders, bringing me back against his chest. His hands held onto my hips, holding me tightly on him.

The bus hit another rough patch, and we both took a deep breath. I gasped as we hit another bump. Clarke's cock was now in perfect position to hit my G, and my body shuddered every time he did.

"Oh god Clarke... I'm going to..." I moaned into his ear, before cumming again. He began to fuck me, moving his body at the same rhythm of the bus. Every time the bus hit a bump, he thrust into me. I bit my lip, moving back onto him. The others on the bus were moving as much as us, so we didn't draw a lot of attention. He gripped my hips a bit harder, pushing me off his chest. I gripped the seat in front of me again, leaning low. I moaned and Clarke pulled me tight on him. The bus gave a large lurch, and I hit my head on the seat in front of us, before my body clenched and I came once again. Clarke thrust himself further into me, grabbing my hips firmly. He dug his fingers into my hips as he came, filling my pussy with his cum. I moaned and sat up, leaning back on him.

"God I fucking hate you Clarke." I said, laughing.

The bus pulled back into the station. We'd ridden it down and back. As I stood, I bent over to pick up my suit bottom from the floor.

"Leave it." He said. I looked at Clarke.

"Leave it?" He took it out of my hands.

"Yes, leave it." He said, then dropped my cum stained suit bottom on the seat he had just risen off of. "For the next two freaks that get on."



The Meeting Ch. 02



To Angel_Love the best, her hard work makes sure that there will be more.

*

When he awoke the next morning, the taste of his own cum and hers, was still fresh on his mouth. His shear black satin and lace gown was up around his chest, leaving his morning hard on fully exposed. Slowly he ran his hand down his smooth hairless chest, feeling the stickiness of her dried juices along with his own. He reached down and took hold of himself, gently stroking his stiff swollen cock. Reaching out with his other hand, he looked for Beth's pussy, hoping for an early morning love making session. When his reaching hand found no one beside him in bed, he opened his eyes to look. Beth was sitting on the edge of the bed, showered and fully dressed, watching him as he played with himself. Quickly he moved his hand, his face turning red with embarrassment.

As soon as he moved his hand off his thick swollen cock, Beth reached out and took it in her hand, wrapping her warm soft fingers around it. 

"Good morning my dear, I see you are still horny. Good." 

She gently pumped his stiff hot cock as she spoke. 

"I have a few things I must do this morning, but don't worry, I'll be back. In the mean time, I would like to suggest that you not only clean yourself up but you clean the house as well, we made quite a bit of a mess last night."

Leaning down, she stopped pumping his thick hard cock long enough to playfully kiss his purple bulbous head. 

"I've looked through your wardrobe as you slept and picked out an outfit I would love to see you in." 

She stood up, releasing his hot fingers from his swollen member. 

"I will be back as soon as I can." Leaning over him, she kissed him full on the lips, letting her tongue snake deep into his mouth. " You taste like cum. I like that." She leaned down one more time, licking his lips and face, before she turned and left the room.

He could hear her leaving, the front door shutting behind her. He sat up in bed, replaying the night before as he once again started to stroke his thick hard cock, looking to see what she had picked out for him to wear. At the foot of the bed was his leather and satin maid's uniform. It consisted of a tight black leather bustier with a flared micro mini skirt attached to it. There was a black leather thong, garnished by a touch of white lace ruffles fastened to the back, accompanied by an attached garter and white and black striped stockings. The whole outfit was topped off by a white satin apron and a white leather and satin visor, though he rarely wore it; it was one of his favorites. He had to stop playing with himself as he thought how it would be to make love to Beth dressed as her maid before he came; he wanted to save all he could for later.

Throwing the covers off his body, he rose, kicking off his boots and slipping his gown off over his head. Walking to the dresser, he placed his wig on its stand, and got in the shower. As the warm water poured over his body, he almost felt regret washing the dried cum from his body. He hoped that later he would be covered once again.

Stepping out of the shower, he dried off his completely hairless smooth body, throwing the towel aside before picking his favorite perfume and splashing it all over his now clean body.

The whole time he had been washing, his cock had stayed hard, thrusting out from his body, aching to be touched, to spill its hot thick load. As he once again looked at the outfit Beth had picked for him to wear, his cock became even harder. Resisting the temptation to play with himself, he began to dress. He tightened the bustier as well as he could; Beth would have to help him when she returned. He next pulled on the thong, positioning his stiff member in the tight leather, the best he could to hide it. He then pulled on his stockings. 

Crossing the room, he sat down at the small vanity table he had purchased for himself after his divorce and began to apply his make-up. Drawing the black eyeliner across his lids, he made it thick and heavy. He did the same with all of his make-up, applying so much that once he was done he looked like a street hooker. Reaching to the dresser, he picked up his wig from its stand and placed it down upon his head. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he was very pleased with what he saw; he looked every inch a slut.

He decided, as he rose, that he would put the apron and visor on later, after he had done some of the messier cleaning so not to dirty them. Stepping into his closet, he selected a pair of black high heel pumps, the heels were a little too high to be cleaning in but he could manage the pain and difficulty; he liked a little pain once and a while.

Dusting and polishing were fine, even scouring the sinks and the shower were okay, but when it came time to vacuum and mop, his feet started to really hurt him; but it was a good pain. The whole time he was cleaning, all he could think about was what he and Beth were going to be doing to each other later, keeping him hard and stiff.

He was so lost in thought and involved in cleaning that when he finally stopped to take a break he was surprised to see that it was well past lunchtime. Where was she? Was she really coming back? Pushing that thought as far from his mind as he could, he began to put the cleaning supplies away, deciding that he would go ahead and start dinner for them both.

As he started to work in the kitchen, he remembered that his outfit was not complete. Walking to the bedroom, he recovered his hat and apron, putting them on before returning to the kitchen to start dinner; he looked every inch like a bedroom maid.

As he got closer to having dinner ready, he began to worry that Beth was truthfully not coming back. That something he did or did not do or something he said might have driven her away. He began to worry more; he was now chain smoking as he sat at the kitchen table waiting for her.

When the doorbell rang, he was so excited that it did not enter his mind that it could be anyone else but Beth, as he jumped from his seat to answer the door. Pulling the door open, his heart skipped a beat. At first glance, the person standing on the other side looked like a man, but as he stared, he realized that it was Beth, dressed as a man. She was wearing a dark blue double-breasted man suit, tailored neatly to her body, a pair of brown men's loafer, a black hat and carrying a briefcase. The overall effect made her look like a Wall Street businessman.

"Good evening. Is your master home yet?"

"No sir, he is not home from work yet," Bobby replied, falling into character at once. "Would you like to come in and wait, sir?" he asked her as he stepped aside to allow him to enter.

"Yes thank you. I would." 

As Beth entered, she removed her hat and handed it to him. She had her hair pulled and slicked back, making her look as masculine as she could ever hope to look.

"May I take your briefcase as well sir?" he asked her taking her hat from her.

"No, I will hold on to it."

"Very good sir, this way please." 

He curtsied slightly as he led her into the house and to the sofa in the living room. 

"Sir may I get you a drink?" he asked as Beth sat herself on the sofa.

"Yes, a scotch neat." She crossed her legs and stared at him as she spoke.

Without saying another word to her, he left the room to place her hat in the closet and get her drink. As he was walking back into the living room, on impulse, he grabbed the newspaper for her as she 'waited' for his master.

"Your drink sir." 

He bent slightly at the waist as he handed her drink to her. As he leaned in toward her, he noticed for the first time that she was wearing men's cologne too; her overall appearance was really turning him on. He began to wonder what she might have in mind for them later. 

"Sir would you like to look at the newspaper while you wait?"

Without a word, Beth took the drink and the paper from his hands, turning as she did as to dismiss him.

A bit confused by what she might have in mind, he curtsied slightly again to her, as he left the room to see to dinner. What did she want him to do next? Without any clue from her, he was not sure what to do, so he busied himself with finishing dinner.

Deciding how he was going to play the game, as dinner was just about ready, he walked back into the living room. 

"Sir, I do not know when the master of the house will be returning, but in the mean time can I offer you dinner."

"Yes." Was all Beth said as she set aside the paper and stood.

"This way sir." 

He led her into the dining room, pulling the chair out for her in front of the table setting he had put there earlier in the day. Beth sat down without even looking at him, pulling herself up to the table. He took the napkin from in front of her, opened it and laid it on her lap.

"Can I get sir another drink?"

"Yes you may." She handed him her empty glass that she had carried in from the other room.

As he turned to leave, she could not help but stare at his partially exposed ass, he looked so good in his maid's uniform, it was taking all of her self control not to attack, he looked so slutty. Once again alone with her thoughts, she could not believe how well he had fallen into her game, picking up at once that she wanted him to play the domestic. As he reentered the dining room, carrying a plate in one hand and a fresh drink in the other, she was once again surprised by how much he looked like a woman, with his tight costume, dark make-up and long wig.

"May I get you anything else sir?" he asked as he set the plate and glass in front of her.

"No, this will be fine for now," Beth answered as she picked up her fork and began to eat.

As Bobby left the room, her eyes followed him, thinking of how good it would be to take him again, to have his hands all over her body, and tonight she was going to be in charge, she knew he would be the good little servant.

He was shaking all over as he left the dinning room; the anticipation of what she might have planned was driving him mad. Picking up his own plate, he sat himself down at the kitchen table and began to eat. After just a few bites, he realized he was too nervous to eat. Lighting another cigarette, he poured himself a drink, opening his compact and checking his make up. 

Once he had finished his cigarette, crushing it out in the ashtray, his hands still shaking, he decided to see if Beth was done with dinner. As he entered the dinning room, he found her sitting back in her chair, once again looking at the newspaper, her dinner plate pushed aside.

"Can I offer you dessert now sir?" he asked her as he lifted the plate off the table.

"Dessert? No not yet; however, you can get me a brandy." As she spoke, she lowered her paper, staring directly into his eyes, as she licked her lips. "I may have something sweet later."

Bobby's cheeks flushed. His heart was pounding and his hands were shaking with nervous anticipation that he had to hold onto her dinner plate with both hands for fear of dropping it. As quickly and as carefully as he could, he poured a large draft of brandy into a glass, placed it on a small wooden serving tray and returned to the dining room.

"Thank you." Beth took up the glass he had placed in front of her. "What is your name dear?" She asked him before he could even think of leaving the room again, not that he was going to; he was going to try to seduce her if she wasn't going to try with him.

"Bobby sir," he replied, taking a step closer to her.

"Well Bobby, it looks as if your master has stood me up." She told him as she took another sip of her drink. "I think I will just have to take full advantage of his house because of it." Again, she licked her lips as she stared at him. "If I am not mistaken, I believe your master has a well stocked humidor somewhere."

"Yes sir, he keeps a good variety of cigars on hand at all times."

"Good. Now be a dear girl and go grab me some cigars to choose from and another drink," she told him as she handed him her glass.

This time as he drew near her, she reached out and squeezed his ass as he turned to leave. Without saying a word, but almost dropping the glass he was holding, he left the room to do as she asked.

He loved the game she was playing with him. He loved that she was in control. He loved the way she was treating him, like a real woman and he especially loved the way she was dressed. At fist he was not sure how he felt about her looking like a man, as much as she could, but the more he saw her, the more their game progressed, the more he liked it. It made him feel like a real woman.

As quickly as he could, he returned to the dinning room, tray in hand, carrying her refreshed drink, a number of cigars for her to choose from, a lighter, and a cutter.

"I brought one of every size and type for you to choose from sir," Bobby told her as he set the drink in front of her, holding the tray out in front of her.

"I think I would like that big fat long one Bobby. Do you like big fat long ones?"

Setting the tray down on the table, he picked up the cigar she had chosen, cut the end for her, and handed it to her. Very slowly, Beth took the cigar from his trembling hands, lifting it slowly to her mouth, licking her lips as she did. Gently biting down on the tip of the big fat cigar, she closed her lips around it, signally that she was ready for him to light it for her. 

His hands were shaking so badly now, she was making him so horny, that she had to steady his hands as he lifted the flame to the end of her cigar.

"Is there anything else I can get you now, sir?"

Leaning back in her chair, she took a long drag of the fat cigar in her mouth, letting the sweet smoke roll out of her mouth slowly, before answering him. 

"I don't now Bobby, what do you have to offer me?"

"Anything you would like sir." Now he was shaking like a leaf in anticipation of what she was going to ask of him. "Anything in the house is yours but for the asking, including me." He bowed his head slightly as he spoke the last words, acting shy, batting his thick black eyelashes at her.

Making sure he was watching her, she sucked the cigar deep into her mouth, so deep she could feel the heat from its end on her nose. Slowly she pulled the cigar back out of her mouth, taking a mouthful of its smooth smoke before answering him.

"Let's see how deep you can take a thick long one." 

She unzipped her pants and motioned him to come kneel before her.

Now sweating all over, he knelt between her legs as she directed, waiting for her to make the next more. She smelled so good, a strange mix of the cologne she was wearing and her own sex.

Beth reached into her opened fly, pulling out a very large and thick pink dildo. Holding the large thick dick in her one hand, it was almost the same size as his own, she placed her other hand on the back of his head and drew him closer to her, until his red shinny lips were pressed against the large bulbous head of the thick textured cock between her legs. 

Hesitating only a moment, wondering if he could open his mouth wide enough to let the monster in; it looked so real. He allowed her to draw him still closer, forcing her thick phallic passed his red lips and into his waiting mouth.

She watched as he opened his mouth to accept the long thick dildo she had strapped between her legs, she began to cum, as he took veined latex cock into his mouth. She had been so horny ever since she had walked into the house and seen him dressed the way he was, knowing what she had planned for him. Now that he was doing as she was asking, playing her good little slave, she could not control the sexual energy build up inside her. 

Once she had recovered from her orgasm and saw that he could indeed take quite a bit of the dildo into his mouth without gagging, she began to slowly rock her hips, gently fucking his face. As she picked up her pace, holding his head between her hands, she could tell he was enjoying himself. As she pulled the dildo, she could tell he was licking and nibbling the tip of it, relaxing seconds later to take the thick cock once again deep into himself. As she continued to fuck his eager face, holding his soft wig in her hands she could feel her orgasm building as the base of the dildo smashed against her swollen clitoris. 

Pulling the dildo back in his mouth, so that only the tip of it was passed his bright red lips Beth took hold of the thick long tool at its base, driving it hard against herself, bringing herself to orgasm again. As she came, she had a surprise for him. Squeezing the big round balls of her cock hard, she squirt 'cum' into his waiting mouth. Again and again she squeezed them as she continued to cum, filling his mouth with the thick salty liquid stored in the dildo.

A she fucked his face; he could not believe how much he was enjoying it. The feel of the soft dildo sliding in and out of his mouth, the textured veins playing against his tongue and the fact that the more he sucked on it, the more she fucked him with it the hotter it got, until he could imagine that it was a real cock, not just a dildo strapped between her legs. He did not know if he liked the fact that she had control of him and was making him suck on her latex cock, or if he just liked sucking on cock; it did not matter at the moment. He was enjoying himself too much to care. 

As she pulled the dildo backwards in his mouth once again, he began to attack the head of it, playing his tongue over and around the now hot tip. He knew she could not feel what he was doing, nor was he sure she could tell what he was doing, but licking, sucking and nibbling on the soft latex tip of her cock was driving him wild, making his own cock harden and stiff until it was causing him pain, as he made believe it was a real cock filling his mouth. As she grabbed hold of the thick long cock between her legs, driving it against herself, he took the tip of it between his teeth, pushing it back with his head as she came in a great crashing wave. 

With his teeth holding the large dildo firmly in his mouth, he nearly bit through it as he saw him grab at the balls and squeeze, filling his mouth with thick hot liquid. Again, she squeezed and again his mouth was filled with a hot salty-sweet liquid, not unlike his own cum. Releasing his grip on the tip of the dildo, he began to suck on it hard, taking more of it into his mouth as she continued to squeeze more of the 'cum' into his mouth.

The more she squeezed, the harder he sucked, hungrily sucking all that she could pump into his mouth. Soon her orgasm began to subside, and he had sucked the dildo dry. Pushing him back off the dildo, making him fall back off of her, she tried her best to catch her breath. His reaction to the dildo was more than she had ever thought. Watching him suck so hungrily on her fake cock had excited her so much that when she did cum, she came in a great crashing wave, making her shake all over.

Picking her cigar back up, Bobby rose off the ground, to stand in front of her. Placing the cigar once again to her lips, he reached out relight it for her.

"My, my Bobby you are hungry little slut aren't you. It would seem that your master is one lucky man." 

Beth leaned back in her chair, allowing the smoke to drift slowly above her head and the dildo between her legs to point out toward Bobby.

"Thank you sir." He licked his lips as he spoke cleaning off the last of the dildo's cum from his smooth red lips.

"Come here my dear, sit on my lap." 

Following her directions, he move toward her, turning, sticking his barely covered ass toward her as he sat in her lap, his back against her chest, he could feel the still warm dildo pressing between his ass, making him think thoughts he never thought he would.

As he wiggled his ass on her lap, driving the dildo deeper, she reached around him and began to play with his erect hard nipples through the fabric of his outfit with one hand, as she sucked on the cigar with the other. The more she played with his nipples the more he squirmed, the hotter she got, her juices once again dripping from her hot swollen pussy.




The Meeting Ch. 02



Sami waited there, on all fours, her heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. This was her second visit with her Master, and if the first was anything to go by, this was going to be another amazing experience. Somehow he seemed to know exactly what she needed, although that wasn't always the same as what she wanted. He knew what was best for her, and Sami liked that. The level of control he was already exerting over her made her tremble just to think about it.

She had let him in, the same as the first time, only this time she wasn't so shy. Still, she was very nervous and trembling slightly. He, of course, noticed this, and took her in his arms. She melted into him, overjoyed to feel his body again, and as an intense feeling of happiness spread through her, the trembling calmed.

After the pleasantries were done with - Sami had made him a cup of tea, just how he liked it, two sugars, lots of milk -- he had told Sami to stand in front of him.

"Now Sami," he had started, "I'm going to give you some instructions, and I want you to follow them exactly. Do you understand?"

Sami shifted uncomfortably. It was strange; she had called him "Master" throughout his first visit, after the initial reluctance, and plenty of times on the telephone since then, but now it seemed to stick in her throat. She blushed a deep shade of red and gave a small nod.

"I see," her master had said, "It's going to be like this is it?"

He had stood up facing her and taken her chin between his thumb and forefinger, raising her head so that their eyes met. His eyes had seemed to bore into hers with such intensity that she found she could not look away.

"Say it," he had commanded.

Sami stuttered. She felt humiliated and strangely aroused. Why was it so hard for her to utter those words again? She didn't understand, but what she did know was that she so wanted to please him, and she must make herself overcome this. However Sami had spent too long thinking, and not enough time doing, and her Master was displeased already.

Before she could gather her thoughts, he had released her chin and his hand came down across her face with a loud "smack!"

She had stared at him through her tears, but he was not moved by them. 

"Say it," he ordered again.

"Y...Yes Master," she had managed to choke.

He took her by the shoulders and roughly wiped away a tear that had escaped her eye.

"Little Sami, you have much to learn. Now, I want you to go into your bedroom, take off all your clothes and get on all fours on your bed. You are to wait like that. You are not to turn around, move or make a sound. When I enter the room you are not to show any signs that you have heard. Just stay perfectly still. Right, go!"

And with that, he had spun her around and gave her a slap on her ass, as she yelped and ran to the bedroom. As she stopped inside the door and leant up against the wall to catch her breath, she could hear him chuckling softly to himself. Another tear escaped, but this time it was a tear of fury. She couldn't understand these emotions she was experiencing, but she knew she must do as he has commanded.

She had pulled off her skirt and top. She had felt a little disappointed as she had put on special underwear for him, and he wasn't even going to see it on her. She felt suddenly very helpless.

Now here she was, waiting for him to come through the door. She had no idea how long he was going to leave her here, or what he was going to bring into the room with him. She wouldn't be able to see as she was facing the wall and he would come up behind her. The not-knowing both thrilled her and frightened her. 

Finally after what seemed like hours, but could have only been minutes, she heard his footsteps. She tried not to stiffen her body or react in any way, but it was so hard, and she was more aroused than she had realised.

The she felt his hands on her buttocks, stroking, touching, squeezing. They moved down her thighs and she repressed a moan, remembering just in time that she was not permitted to make any noise. The hands moved further down her legs, touching everywhere, and she felt his fingers linger over her feet. 

He moved behind her so that his cock was pressed against her entrance, through his trousers. So, he was still clothed. This startled Sami for a minute, and she felt immediately lower, somehow degraded that she was naked before this man who was clothed. She felt herself becoming wet at the mere thought. His hands were still running over her body, up her back now, and reaching round to squeeze her breasts. He was touching every part of her as casually as one might stroke a pet dog. She had never felt so truly owned and she burned with shame. She did not know what was to come...

He took her right nipple between his fingers. Sami had to bit her lip, and use every ounce of self control not to move her body. He pulled down gently on the nipple at first, then a bit harder, not to cause her pain but to remind her that he could. Then he ran his fingers down her sides, knowing how ticklish she was. She gritted her teeth but remained still.

"Good girl. You did everything I asked. I'm very proud of you," he told her, as he stroked her hair. 

"Now I want you to lie down on your back," he whispered into her ear. 

She lowered herself to the bed and turned her body over, aware of how exposed she was at that moment.

He pulled her hands up about her head, and reached for the rope he had left at the end of the bed. He wound one piece of rope around her left wrist, and she gasped as he tied it tightly. He pulled her wrist up to the left side of the metal headboard and pulled the rope through the bars until her arm was straight. He then wound the rope around the back of the bars, to the right side, where he tied the end of it to her right wrist. Her arms we spread open, and she was secure.

He then went to the foot of the bed, and tied her feet in a similar fashion, but winding the rope intricately around her ankles and even feeding some between her toes, so that she would feel as much of the rope as possible and be reminded that she is slave.

While her Master worked at the ropes, Sami's breathing became ragged and she pulled against the ropes to test them. There was no escape. She writhed around as much as she was able, so turned on and helpless.

"Oh my little girl," said her Master, "you do look tempting all tied up like that, spread out for me. But we have all night, my darling, and I've got plans for you."

Out of his back pocket he pulled a long black piece of material. Her eyes widened as she realised what he intended to do. Her head shook ever so slightly.

"Oh yes Sami, I am about to take away your sight. You must trust me. You don't have a choice."

The last thing Sami saw before her world went dark was a glint in her Master's eyes, and the slightest hint of a sadistic smile playing on his lips. He tied the blindfold tightly behind her head. She did not resist. She realised how futile that would be, in her position, so she gave herself up to him. 

"I can take anything he chooses to give me," she thought, and she almost believed it as well.

Sami struggled to hear any sounds that might give her an idea as to what would come next, but her Master was one step ahead of her. He slipped a waxy-feeling ear plug into each of her ears. She sobbed with humiliation at this invasion. He was proving to her that he owned every little bit of her. It wasn't a place that many people had ever touched her, and here he was, invading it without a second thought. His fingers ran lightly over her face; up her right cheek, across her lips and down her chin and neck. 

She tried to turn her head away, but he held it in place, while he continued to touch her. She could hardly believe it when his little finger filled her left nostril. She gasped and tried wildly to move her head away. No. That was just too personal.

"Please, please Master no, please stop! Don't do this to me!" she begged.

"Shut up little girl, I do as I please, you are mine to touch and I shall touch you where I like," he replied, and though his voice was muffled by the ear plugs, she could still hear him. 

He removed his finger, only to put it inside her other nostril. Tears were building up under her blindfold and she moaned and begged, but he held her firm. He finally ceased this humiliating torture, and brought his mouth down over hers. He forced his tongue inside her mouth, and she had no choice but to kiss him back. She felt defeated, but never so turned on in her entire life.

He was not finished his shameful inspection of her face just yet. 

"Open your mouth," he ordered.

Slowly, Sami obeyed.

"Wider," he commanded, and she did so. "Now poke out your tongue."

As Sami pushed her tongue out of her mouth, she felt ridiculous, and immediately started to put it back in, but her Master had sensed she would do this, and gripped in painfully in his fingers.

"You had better think twice about disobeying me Sami. If you cannot do this yourself, I will get a clamp and hold it out for you," he threatened and he let go and her tongue remained out. 

For an instant she was glad she had the blindfold. She doubted she would be able to look into his face, she was so embarrassed.

He pushed a finger inside her mouth, feeling along her row of teeth, first on the bottom then the top, and then running his finger along her gums. By now she was openly crying, feeling utterly invaded and conquered. Her impulse to bite him was growing stronger, but luckily he ceased his examination.

"I don't know why you're so upset, what kind of Master I would be, if I did not know my own property inside out?" he asked. "It is a fool who buys a horse before examining it to see if it is healthy, don't you agree?"

Sami managed a nod, and her master chuckled. "You may put your tongue back in now, you wanton slut. Look at that, you've dribbled everywhere! You filthy slut, you loved every minute of it," he mocked. 

She shook her head as if to deny this.

"Oh, you don't think so huh?" he asked, as he stroked her pussy with his fingers. 

She could tell how wet she was and she turned her head away in shame. He slapped her pussy once and she could hear the splatter of her own juices. He brought his hand back up to her face and wiped her juices down her cheek, causing her to shriek in protest, which on made him get more of her juices on his fingers, but this time he brought his fingers to her lips.

"Suck," he commanded. "Suck your own juices from my fingers and see what a hot little bitch you are!"

She sucked his finger, tasting the tangy flavour of her own body.

"Now say 'I am a dirty little bitch, who gets off on being humiliated'"

"No, no master it's not true! I won't say it, please don't make me!" she protested.

"Oh, do you need more proof of your sluttiness? Isn't having your own juices rubbed down your face and sucking them off my fingers enough for you?" he taunted. "Say it Sami."

Numbly, she repeated what he had asked her to say. He put his hand in her hair, gripping it tightly as he kissed her forehead, her nose, each eye and finally her mouth.

"See, you're my special girl aren't you? You do exactly what I tell you. See what nice things you get in return?" he asked as he put a finger inside her. 

She moaned with pleasure and he inserted another, pushing them in and out of her, slowly at first and then building up rhythm. She started to move against his hand, and he pulled away. Her body wilted in disappointment.

"Now now slave, we can't go giving you too much pleasure, can we?" he said, as he reached to the bottom of the bed where he had left his bag. 

"Ok little one, this is going to be a little bit painful, but I know you can take it. You're going to take it for me, like a good little girl. Only I don't want you disturbing your neighbours."

Sami didn't like the tone in her master's voice, and wasn't exactly sure what he meant, until she heard a sound like tape being pulled from a roll. She tried to turn away but he was on her too quickly, and put the duct tape firmly over her mouth, smoothing it down and kissing her over it. Sami moaned and shook her head and sobbed, but the sound was muffled. She had been gagged. Now she would not be able to beg or plead, to tell him it is too much, or even to scream in pain. She was more helpless than she'd ever been in her life. Her ears were filled, her eyes were covered and her ability to speak removed, at his will. She strained to hear through the plugs as the only other sense she had to rely on was touch, and by then it would be too late.

She didn't hear the striking of the match, but there was one sense she had overlooked. She smelt the sulphur and she panicked. What the hell was he going to do with fire? She struggled wildly against her bonds, her protests no more than small noises. Then she felt it.

A tiny pin prick of heat on her belly, making her gasp. Then the pain registered. She realised it was hot wax that was being dripped on her. A second drip fell onto her thigh, and her frightened yelps were stifled. She did not know where the next drop would fall, and that only made it worse. It was on her breasts now, one, two, three drops, stinging as she tried to get away, but there was nowhere to go. No matter what way she leaned her body in the ropes, she couldn't avoid the wax that was falling onto her body steadily. A drop fell onto her pussy mound, then her shoulder, then her foot. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, it stopped.

Her Master removed her blindfold and she blinked a few times to clear her vision. She looked down at her body that was covered in little blue spots of wax, and the candle that was on the bedside table. He took something else out of his bag, and when Sami saw it, her heart nearly stopped. It was a knife. He gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and lowered the knife to her belly. 

Sami stayed deadly still, too frightened even to attempt to protest. He used the knife to remove the wax that had hardened on her body. She relaxed slightly as she realised he was not intending on cutting her, but she was still tense and alert -- someone in such close proximity wielding a knife would make anyone a little nervous.

After he had removed every piece of wax, he ran the point of the knife down her belly. Not enough to cut her, just to scratch, but it made her draw in her breath, pulling her tummy back as if to get away, which of course was silly. She knew she could not get away and that he would do as he wished with her. It was only then Sami realised she was actually shaking from the fear of the knife. She had never been in a situation like this, and although she trusted her Master implicitly, she couldn't help but be afraid.

The trembling become worse as he brought the knife up to her neck, and she fought to control herself as he pressed the tip of the blade into the hollow of her throat. A squeak escaped from behind the gag, and he pulled the blade away. 

The next thing she felt was his hand around her throat, roughly, holding her in place while he moved the blade closer to her face. He ran the sharp edge down one cheek, and then down the other. Sami had to try really hard to control her breathing, as by this point she was so frightened she had even stopped trembling -- her body reacting in fear, trying to still herself to minimise any danger.

Finally he put the knife to one side, and slowly he peeled the gag off Sami's mouth. It stung as he removed it, but was immediately replaced with his lips. His tongue entered her mouth, and she writhed around desperately, entwining her own tongue with his, and she was shocked by the passion inside her that the fear had seemed to ignite. Her master sensed that she was ready, and he could barely hold himself back. 

He quickly untied the bonds holding her feet to the bed, and not even bothering to untie her hands, he plunged himself into her with such force, and her body rose up to meet him, time and time again, until orgasm rippled through his body and every last drop of his cum was inside of her.

The weight of his body against her was warm, comforting, reassuring, and after he recovered, he carefully untied the rope at her wrists. He rubbed each wrist gently to get the circulation flowing, and once the pins and needles had subsided, he kissed each hand tenderly. Sami curled up in her Master's arms and fell asleep, feeling very used, and very happy. 



The Meeting Ch. 02



Annie had taken her paddling and was now ready for me to use a belt on her pussy. I asked her to pick out a belt for me. She carefully waddled to the closet and pulled out a wide, soft leather belt. Before she handed it to me, she doubled it over twice. Once it was in my hands, she gingerly lay back on the bed, pushed a pillow up underneath her butt and spread her legs, fully exposing her sopping wet pussy. She grinned and asked if Uncle Johnny was ready to make her squirm. 

"How many strokes do you think a nasty slut like you needs?" I asked her.

Suzie spoke first. "She's a slow learner. You'll probably have her cumming before she's had enough."

Annie piped in, "She's right, you know. I don't know if I'll ever learn." And then they both giggled.

"I see," I replied. "In that case, I'll have to tie you to the bed so you have to take every stroke full force." And then I went to my toy bag, pulled out several hanks of rope, and proceeded to tie her securely to the bed with her pussy completely exposed. I took the leather belt she'd brought to me, folded it into shape, and then proceeded to smack her tits several times.

"What the fuck?" she yelled.

I sent Suzie to find a worn pair of Annie's panties and then took them, wiped Annie's wet pussy with them and shoved them into Annie's mouth to gag her.

"Since you seem to like getting your pussy spanked so much, I thought I'd see how you like getting your tits belted."

I fingered Annie's pussy to see how wet she was, and then swung the belt against her tits a few more times. The belt was making wide red stripes all over her breasts. I was enjoying this. I unfolded the belt so one end was free and flicked the free end across her nipples. Her body jerked hard. Her nipples stood straight up. I looked at her pussy and it was dripping.

"You know," I said, "I don't think this is the proper way to punish you, and to be honest, I don't think you should be punished for wanting to lick cum out of Suzie's holes. You obviously enjoy this, so I'm going to let you enjoy a little more before we call it quits for the night. How does that sound?"

Since her mouth was stuffed with her panties, she simply nodded "yes." I asked if Suzie liked this sort of thing, too. She shook her head "no." 

I looked at Suzie and she replied, "Just use me as your fuck slut. Fuck me hard. Gag me with your cock. Cum inside me and all over me. Put things inside me. Stretch my holes. But please don't hit me, Uncle Johnny. Do that and I'll make you the happiest man alive."

I smiled at Suzie. I knew exactly what she wanted and I'd be happy to give it to her. 

I looked at Annie, still tied to the bed with a mouthful of panties. I pulled the panties out and asked her to tell me exactly what she wanted. She answered, "Let me kiss and lick you all over. Let me lick Suzie clean after you fuck her. Fuck me sometimes, too, and do things that hurt. And when we have a couple of days off work, beat me hard enough to leave pretty marks on me. Do that and I'll make you the happiest man alive."

I smiled at Annie. I knew what she wanted and was more than happy to give it to her. I started smacking her tits again with the unrolled belt. She cursed me for not hitting her pussy, so I smacked the belt down hard between her thighs, over and over. Her crotch, thighs and pussy were turning bright pink. I liked the look of it and kept slapping the belt onto her clit. She was so wet that strings of her juice clung to the end of the belt. There was a wide red stripe that ran directly over her clit. Her pussy lips were beginning to swell. My cock was getting harder with every swing of the belt. 

I finally realized that Annie wasn't going anywhere and that I needed release. I called to Suzie and told her I was ready to use her again. She hopped up and hurried to my side. "Kneel on the floor and open your mouth, slut." She anxiously did as she was told. I grabbed her head with both hands and held her steady as I thrust my hard cock to the back of her throat. I began to fuck her mouth as hard as I'd fucked her ass. I was stabbing her throat with my cock. She gagged momentarily, coughing up saliva. I kept thrusting into her mouth and into her throat. I buried my cock there and pulled her head forward. She gagged again. I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled down, tilting her mouth up, and then shoved my cock into her throat once more. This time she was able to take it. She opened her eyes and looked up at mine. Her eyes were watery, maybe full of tears, but she looked quite content as I continued thrusting my cock into her throat. From the bed I could hear Annie urging me on. "Give it to her! That's what she needs!"

That's what I needed, too. I needed these two young girls. Both of them. They made me feel alive. They provided the outlets I needed to be happy again.

I almost felt sorry for Suzie, knowing that it'd take me longer to cum this time. She was either going to have to endure this, or take my cock in another hole, too. Damn if her throat didn't feel good though! After brutally fucking her throat another few minutes, I looked into her eyes and asked, "Are you okay? Do you need a break?"

I pulled out of her mouth to let her answer. With tears streaming down her face she said, "I love the way you're using me, but I do need to rest. Please don't hate me, Uncle Johnny."

I reassured her that I wouldn't hate her, that I wanted to take good care of my little slut, and that I thought Annie might need to be fucked, too. I glanced over at Annie and she grinned.

I kneeled in between Annie's legs, dragged the head of my cock up and down between her swollen, very wet pussy lips, and then pushed inside her. It was a different kind of sensation than Suzie's throat, but it felt very good, too. Each time I buried my cock in her pussy and my crotch came into contact with her hot, swollen clit, I could feel the walls of her cunt flinch and squeeze involuntarily. I especially enjoyed the spasms when I'd grind into her. And when I leaned down and bit her nipples - oh, now that was really something special! As I continued to fuck her, I told her I thought it might be fun to induce lactation with either her or both her and Suzie. I talked about how biting her nipples would make her spray milk, how embarrassing it could be if she leaked while at work, and how if I didn't milk her often enough it would cause her pain. I also asked her to imagine how it might feel to have an orgasm while being milked. All of this made her even more aroused and her juice was literally overflowing around my balls as I thrust in and out of her.

Suzie, who apparently thought her breasts were too small, asked if producing milk would make her boobs bigger. Trying not to lose the rhythm of the fucking, I replied that it would, but I didn't know how much bigger. Suzie said she was interested in knowing more. She also asked if she could have my cock back now.

I got up off Annie, smeared some of her juice across her face with my cock, and then sat down on the edge of the bed. I told Suzie to suck me at her own pace, which she did. She is quite the cock sucker! If you've ever seen Heather Brooke in action, you know how Suzie sucks. Even though she'd gagged before, she was easily swallowing my cock now. I was tempted to hold the back of her head, but didn't want to disturb what she was doing. I told her it wouldn't be much longer, and she looked up and winked at me. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I didn't interrupt to ask. In another few seconds I was cumming into her mouth - but she didn't swallow it. Somehow she sucked it all out of me and held it in her mouth. She got up, went to Annie, leaned over her and let it drip into Annie's mouth. Annie didn't swallow it either. Instead, she held most of it and after Suzie lay down beside her, she pushed it back into Suzie's mouth... and then they swapped it back and forth, each time keeping a little bit until it was all gone. They then kissed each other and asked if they could kiss me, too. 

I untied Annie and lay down in between the two of them, and then we kissed. I asked both Annie and Suzie if they felt okay with everything that had happened. Suzie said she felt quite happy but wanted to make sure that I was satisfied with her. I kissed her again. Annie said she still had something she wanted to do, but after she did that, she thought everything would be fine. 

Before I could ask her what she wanted, I felt her tongue on the tip of my cock, licking the last bit of cum off me. I asked if that was it, and she said "almost." She started pushing me to roll over, and once Suzie had moved, I rolled right over onto my stomach. I thought I was going to get a back rub, and that was quite appealing to me. Instead, I felt a warm, moist tongue prying open my asscheeks! Moments after that, I felt fingers spreading my asscheeks and that same warm tongue was pushing into my asshole and flicking all around the rim! This continued for several minutes before I felt her tongue gliding down to my balls. First she licked them, and then she sucked each one carefully into her mouth. And then she went back up and gave me the most incredible rim job. I didn't know if this was going to make Annie feel okay, but I certainly did!

After "enduring" it as long as I could, I asked if anybody was getting sleepy. I wasn't sure of the time, but I suspected it was nearly 3:30 AM, and even though none of us had to get up for work anytime soon, I was in need of some rest. 

Suzie asked if I could stay over. Annie chimed in and asked, also. I said I could, but that I hadn't counted on it, so I didn't have a toothbrush, much less a change of clothes. They said they could help with the toothbrush tonight, and they'd take me shopping for new clothes in the afternoon. I protested the shopping trip, but they both said it was the least they could do for their new uncle.



The Meeting Ch. 03



Chapter 3 – The Cafeteria.

The plan was made. Jan Dunsworthy was to make contact with Elias Bean and try to seduce him away from the AI collective. The initial contact was very important as first impressions can be very lasting. Since John Anderson was a fugitive from justice and his face was known to various law enforcement agencies, Don Thorn and Werewolf would accompany Jan and manipulate the background as “extras” in her show. This was Jan’s first real attempt at a “tour de grace.” Together with her neo-Luddite boyfriend, John Anderson, and Father Treetop, she had experienced “tours de force” in the past. Jan would have liked to have had Father Treetop on her team, but everyone agreed that a priest would not fit in well on a university campus. Aside from his dress and behavior, there was also the distinct danger that one of the university chaplains might feel infringed on by him and make a report to the church authorities. Detection was to be avoided. 

Timing was crucial. Jan, Don, and Werewolf observed Elias for several days. He usually left after his eleven o’clock class at ten ‘til twelve and headed straight to the campus cafeteria for lunch. The cafeteria had a long serving line, several cashiers at the end, and tables for the diners. There were mostly long tables, but clustered around the periphery were some smaller tables suitable for two to four to seat themselves. Those smaller tables were muchly in demand by those who wished to share time with a particular individual. The plan was for Don and Werewolf to occupy a table and leave just as Elias exited the cashier. Jan would follow Elias closely. When Elias seated himself, Jan would come and ask if she could join him. That would put the two together and set the stage for Jan’s action. 

Werewolf and his hacker friends had procured pictures of Elias from the web and other sources. They had been able to hack into personnel files and medical records to obtain still further information. Knowing those details had enabled Jan, Don, and Werewolf to precisely identify the individual. At first they only knew that they were looking for a male under 30 with reddish hair and gray eyes. Later they were able to refine the parameters to a man who was 5’11”, weighing 185 pounds, with a 35 inch waist and a size ten shoe. His IQ was obtained from other sources. It was 120, over one standard deviation from the mean of 100. Elias was in the “bright normal” category but certainly not the extreme genius or stereotypical egghead. Once they knew exactly who they were searching for, location and identification was elementary. Between his dormitory, classrooms, and the physics laboratory, where were few places to arrange a random encounter. The cafeteria seemed to be the ideal spot. The meeting had to appear totally random. 

Their first attempt failed; someone else took the only vacant small table vacated by Don and Werewolf. The next day, however, Elias was successfully maneuvered into place. Jan came up and asked if she could join him. She was beautiful and wearing delicate fabrics. Yet her attire was still coed if not preppy. Jan was wearing shaping cups but no bra. There were no panty or bra lines beneath her dress. It was basic black and had the remarkable property of highlighting each curve, cusp, cleft, cleavage, and contour. Her nipples displayed a titty-hard-on and her puckered areolas were visible. Jan’s finely toned thighs attracted the eyes of the male and her curves kept the lecherous looks locked in place. She carried a bulging purse and some textbooks on art and computer graphics. At the same time she was trying to balance a tray of food. Don and Werewolf positioned themselves outside. There were plenty of free concrete benches outside; the weather was hot and humid. Most of the students and faculty preferred the comfort of the air conditioned cafeteria, albeit crowded and noisy. Jan set down her books. Elias offered to help, just as planned. A large Styrofoam cup of ice tea spilled across the table. It splashed over Elias as Jan dropped her purse to the floor directly beneath the table. As Jan mopped up the mess on the table, Elias scrambled to retrieve the purse. Werewolf activated a remote control. Protruding from the purse was a vibrator. It was the device remotely activated and began to emerge from the purse due to its intense oscillation. 

“Oh my goodness,” Jan exclaimed as she grabbed the phallus and turned it off. She was blushing. This blush, although carefully scripted, was still genuine. Elias had seen that she had a sex toy in her purse. 

“Uh,” Elias didn’t know quite how to reply. He continued to repair the damage from the tea. A girl from the serving line came over and offered a towel, which was graciously received by Elias and Jan. 

“I’m so terribly sorry,” Jan said. “Oh, and what you must think of me!” 

“It’s nothing,” Elias replied. He was pleased to have a woman in his debt, if only for a few minutes. After a few moments silence, as Elias tried to eat but found difficulty facing such a gorgeous woman, he tried to strike up a conversation by asking about her studies. 

“I see you’re studying art and computer graphics,” Elias mentioned. He hopefully wished to start a dialog but knew from past experience that she would probably not want to talk to him. 

“Oh, yes,” Jan cheerfully replied, still blushing a little from the discovery of her vibrating dildo. “I’m really into human three-dimensional animation and modeling.” Elias was aware that much had been done on three-dimensional modeling. Some of the female figures were stunning and totally resplendent in their naked splendor and radiance. “What are you studying?” 

“Physics,” Elias gasped, almost choking on his soft drink. “I’m a graduate student in physics.” 

“Oh,” Jan responded. Her green eyes widened with obvious interest and she leaned slightly forward, allowing her cleavage maximal exposure. “You must be such a brain. I love brainy men. They are so mature and virile.” A delicate scent wafted from Jan. It was déjà vu to Elias. Perhaps the very scent or aroma of a lost love or woman he once had an adolescent crush on. He noticed her pierced earlobes. Each sported a pearl atop a small golden mound. Could it represent a stud in a clitoris? The imagery was vivid and enthralling. Somewhere in his subconscious he associated the pearl with the female symphysis, the tiny, throbbing prepuce of her carnal craving. 

It was Elias’s turn to blush. He was able to enhance his body language by holding his breath and thus reddening his face all the more. It was a high school ploy but it worked sometimes. 

“Oh,” Jan giggled. “I made you blush. You must be the shy one.” Then she squirmed and wiggled in her chair. “I am crazy about shy guys.” Despite her measurements (35/30/34(C)), Jan maintained a swimmer’s build. Her brunette hair had a silky smooth sheen and a luxurious texture. Jan’s green eyes could darken to mystic jade, emanating smoldering passion, or lighten to an emerald green, exuding burning desire and ardent lust. She employed every female device to indicate her interest in the man she was facing across a small table. She succeeded in bringing Elias to a full and complete erection. 

“That’s me,” Elias answered. He was unused to female attention. Like many in the hard sciences and engineering, girls were not his forte. Most of his waking hours were spent in the physics laboratory. There were female graduate students, but most of them were dedicated, homely, and asexual. Jan could see that the initial impression was satisfactory. She then pressed her major chord. 

“I have to go to class,” she complained. “But I owe you for the mess. Can I treat you to a coffee later this afternoon?” 

“Yes,” Elias replied immediately. He was taking the bait. 

“Starbucks on University [Avenue] at three [o’clock]?” she asked. 

“I’ll be there,” he promised. She would also, but stylishly late. There they would have their one-on-one. Each and every male harbors the delusion that there is a beautiful, intelligent woman who finds him irresistible. It doesn’t matter that they intellectually or rationally know that this hypothesis is false. It is a psychological axiom. Once convinced that a given female only has eyes for him, the male psyche demands that he continue the predictable, prescribed course of events. It is as fixed and definite as the insect response to chemical pheromones. The queen insect issues a chemical command that must be obeyed, even by the insect that is decapitated and even after “death.” Of course there is a female counterpart, but it is of a different nature. The female psyche pays homage to the woman’s desirability. 

“Please, don’t think the worst of me for that toy,” Jan whispered. 

“Oh, I won’t,” Elias promised. He was intrigued. The vibrator was a phallus which oddly enough had a known, distinguished curvature and robustness. It had a remarkable individual difference that distinguished it. Elias shrugged the thought away and banished it to his subconscious. There, unbeknown to him, it would feed his libido and enter his dreamscape. Werewolf the Initiate had done well with the medical profiles and stored data files. As Jan departed Elias took a deep breath. He would have to wait a few moments until his member disengaged itself from its sanguine engorgement. He had never encountered such a sensual being before. And never had he perceived that he was the one and only object of her interest. Once they had experienced a one-on-one encounter in private, undeniable psychological forces would induce Elias to follow the primrose trail.



The Meeting Ch. 03



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Upon awakening the next morning, he found her still curled tightly against him, her head lying on his leather-covered chest. Slowly, softly, he began to caress her long dark hair, causing her to stir.

"Good morning sir," he said as she opened her eyes.

"That was yesterday's game my dear, I have a new one for us to try today," she told him, lifting her head, yawning and stretching. 

"What time is it?" she asked as she laid her head back on his chest.

"It's just a little after 8:00 now my dear," he told her as he caressed her soft brown hair.

"Then it's time for us to get up and get going." She lifted herself up until she was sitting cross-legged on the bed next to him, her pussy fully exposed to him. 

She slapped his hand away as he made to softly caress her naked lips. 

"No, you don't, I have a plan and I want to stick to it, and it does not include us fooling around until much later," she got off the bed as she spoke. 

"Stand up my dear and I will help you out of your outfit, so we can take a shower together." 

He stood, with his back toward her, as she began to untie the laces of his bustier. 

"First we will take a shower and get clean and then I will tell you the rest of my plan."

Following her into the bathroom, his cock long and hard, sticky straight out from his body, like a divining rod looking for water, he got into the shower with her. The commanding tone she had used on him last night was still there in her voice. As the hot water cascaded over them, he began to gently soap her firm beautiful body, paying close attention to her breasts, ass and pussy. 

As he was soaping her, cleaning the same places over and over again, she was doing the same to him, focusing on his stiff, hard cock as well as his ass. As she soaped his ass, he was both relieved and surprised that it did not hurt, she had fucked him very hard and long with her dildo the night before and he was afraid that he would be paying for the pleasure he felt then today. Turning off the water they slowly towel each other dry.

"Yesterday it was your turn to serve me. Today it is my turn to serve you, in a way." As she spoke, she could feel the heat building between her legs. 

"What am I to be wearing?" he asked her as he stepped close to her. Reaching his hands between her legs, he covered her dripping hot pussy with his hand, pressing his long stiff cock against the soft warm flesh of her lower stomach.

"You of course will be dressed as a woman; I don't want you any other way from now on," she told him as she took hold of his wrist, pushing his hand harder against her now swollen lips. 

When he tried to insert a finger into her hot steaming hole, she removed his hand from her pussy and brought it to her face to lick it clean of her juices. 

"So what will it be my dear, am I to be a man or a woman tonight."

"I liked you as a man," he bowed his head slightly as he spoke. "I liked it when you fucked me, when you slid your big hard cock into me, spreading me wide. I liked it when you fucked my face, filling my mouth with your hot thick cum."

His cock was standing rock hard out away from his body as he relived what it was like to have her take him for the first time, to make love to him like a woman, like a little cock whore. He reached out his hand trying to put his hand between her legs, as he continued, "But tonight I think I would like it if we made love as two women."

"Later my dear," she took hold of his hand and pushed him backwards. 

"I want you to save yourself for later. Right now I have to get you out of the house for a while so that I can clean up around here and get things ready for later," she told him as she stepped away from him, and began to pick up their discarded clothes from the floor.

Disappointed, but more than willing to wait, if it was anything like last the night, it would be well worth a little disappointment. He set into his closet to get dressed. Picking out a sweatshirt and a pair of old jeans, and nothing else, he began to get dressed.

"Oh, no you don't," Beth said as she stepped into the closet with him. 

"I wasn't kidding when I told you I don't want you to dress in any other way. From now on you will always be dressed as a woman in front of me or I will leave. Do you understand?" she took the clothes from his hands and threw them into the corner of the closet.

"But you can't expect me to go . . . " he began to stutter, shaken by the idea of going out of the house dressed as a woman, he could feel his heart racing and his face turning red.

"Oh, yes I can expect you to dress as a woman, and I do. If you want your sex life to be wild and include me, you will have to dress as I tell you, or I will leave. You have started something here, something I do not want to give up or change. The next couple of weeks we will figure out exactly how this relationship is going to work, but one consent will be how you dress; like a woman. In fact, I am thinking that you need to get your nails done on a regular basis, starting next week. I am also thinking that maybe we should have something done about your breasts, or should I say lack of, but that can wait until later. For now just resign yourself to the fact that if you want to keep me around you will have to dress like a woman."

"What should I wear?" he asked her after she was done, looking at the floor, as he was unable to look at her directly. 

He was turned on and scared at the same time. He loved the way she was taking control, telling him what and how to do things, but the thought of going out in public dressed as a woman scared the hell out of him. He was not sure how to take what she was saying about their relationship, he was not sure he liked her threatening him that she would leave, but one step at a time. All he knew was right now his cock was the hardest it had ever been in his life thinking about Beth being in charge, whether total or partial, and him dressed as a woman all the time. It was almost too good to be true.

"Seeing as I expect you to be gone for a while, and we don't want you scaring too many people, lets put together something somewhat conservative," she answered him as she began to look through his clothes. 

After much searching, she finally picked a knee length tight black skid with a slit all the way up to the waist on one side, and a white blouse that was so shear it left nothing to the imagination. 

"I think I saw something in your dresser that will work with this," she told him as she exited the closet, crossing the room to his dresser. 

As she began to open drawers looking; he stepped out of the closet to stand silently beside her. She wanted so badly to take him right there and then, she was so wet after her little speech to him that her legs were now sticky with her own juices. Finally, finding what she was looking for, she turned to show him. 

"You will wear this lace body suit underneath your skirt and blouse. It should not only hide the fact that you don't have much of a chest, but it should also keep that thing hidden. I have also picked out a garter belt and stockings for you and a will get you a nice pair of heels while you are dressing," she grabbed at his stiff hard cock as she spoke giving it a hard squeeze. "Now be a good girl and get dressed. Once you are done I will apply your make up for you." 

As she spoke, she turned her back on him, bent to pick up her dirty clothes from the night before and left the room.

As he got dressed she herself changed. There were still a few things in her case that he didn't know about yet. Pulling out a pair of black seamed crotch less pantyhose from her briefcase, she slipped them over her smooth soft legs, before slipping into the high heels she had worn the first day she had arrived. Now that she was 'dressed', she deposited her dirty clothes in the laundry room and headed back to the bedroom to finish helping him get ready for his adventure. She really needed him out of the house so she could get everything ready for the evening she had planned.

As she entered the bedroom, she found him fully dressed waiting for her sitting at his vanity table. Stepping over to where he sat she began to apply his make-up, making him look risqué but not too much like a slut. 

"Now my plan is to have you out of the house for at least two hours." 

It did not hit him at once what she had said, it was hard for him to concentrate on anything but her exposed breasts and smooth crotch framed by shear black nylon. 

Stepping back, she admired his make up as she picked up his wig and set in on his head. 

"There my dear, you should have no problem passing as a woman, as long as you don't talk to much," Beth told him as she stepped away from the mirror so he could see himself.

Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he could not believe it was him. He thought he had gotten good at doing his own make-up, but with Beth's expertise, he could truly believe himself a woman, if not for the raging hard on he now had pushing against the white lace of his body suit. As he continued to stare at his reflection in the mirror Beth knelt beside him and slipped on the shoes she had picked for him; the highest set of black pumps he had so far in his collection.

"Now Bobby I need at least three hours to get prepared for your arrival. I would like more, but if you get to uncomfortable on the outside, alone, I will understand." She leaned forward kissing him gently on the forehead, so not to mess up his make-up. "You get going now my little girl and I will see you later."

He stood to leave, swaying slightly on his heals, his heart pounding, his whole body washed in a cool sweat, not sure where he would go, but he would at least give her the three hours she needed; he wanted desperately to know what she had planned for them.

"Now don't forget, when you come back, use the front door and ring the bell. You will be my guest tonight," she told him as she walked him to the back door, opening it for him. 

"Here," she handed him her purse, "I noticed you didn't have one. I put all your stuff from your wallet inside and put some lip stick and some other makeup so you can touch yourself up while you are out."

After he was safely behind the wheel of his car, opening the garage door only, he decided he would try to go shopping. His head was still spinning. He might not be thinking too clearly, but it seemed like a good idea. There was a new mall a couple a towns over that he had been wanting to go check out, figuring this was the perfect time to do so, he headed out in that direction. 

At every light he had to stop, he would break out in a cold sweat at the idea that someone would recognize him for what he really was. But no matter how his heightened state of anxiety made him feel, he made it to the mall without any problems. Parking his car as close to the front doors as possible, still not trusting himself to be able to walk all that far in the heels he was wearing, his first stop should be to get a pair of more comfortable shoes. He stopped the engine, got out of the car and made his way into the mall. 

As he passed the first group of people he saw, a group of young girls, he kept looking back to see if they would stare at him. They passed him without giving him a second glance. The more people he passed, the less they looked at him, except a few men who admired him as he passed, the more confident he became. Determined now to make the best of his little outing, he decided to get down to some serious shopping. 

Deciding to keep his current heels, he had gotten more used to walking in them. They still hurt his feet a little, but made his legs look so good, so they would stay. He picked a somewhat crowded store of up to date fashion to begin. Stepping in he began to look through the racks, picking out things to try on as he went. Finally finished with his browsing, his arms full of clothes to try on, he mustered all of his courage and headed for the dressing rooms, knowing he would have to make some contact with a sales clerk. 

As he closed in on the dressing rooms, a very young and pretty sales clerk moved to intercept him.

"Would you like to try those on?" she asked as she pulled next to him just as he was at the entrance to the dressing area.

Unable to bring himself to speak, knowing that it would give him away. He nodded his head, while at the same time laying his hand against his throat.

"Sore throat?" the clerk asked.

He nodded, thankful that she had pick up on his signal at once, saving him from speaking at all.

She smelled so good. She was young and very firm in body. She was wearing a tight little mini and a white blouse similar to his, but she was wearing a black lace bustier underneath, forming her breast perfectly. He could feel himself stiffening as she continued to stand next to him.

"I know how that is," she said as she led him back into the dressing area, unlocking one of the booths for him. 

"I had the worst sore throat last week myself. It was days before I could talk right again. You're probably better off not even trying to talk. Me, I can't help but talk. Gab, gab, all the time. If you need any help, my name is Jennifer and I will be right outside, you can just come out and get me," she told him as she held the door open for him, before moving back out of the dressing area.

His arm brushed against her perk breast as he stepped passed her, making his cock spring to attention. She was very attractive; she looked very similar to Beth.

For the first time today, he got to see his entire reflection in the full-length mirror covering the one wall of the dressing room; he was beautiful. The combination of his outfit and the excellent make-up job Beth had done, he looked every bit a woman. Feeling much better about the whole thing he began to undress and try on the clothes he had picked out. He liked every outfit he put on but he knew he would have to settle on just one or two. He didn't have a lot of money to spend and he didn't what to explain why his credit cards had a man's name on them. 

He finally decided on two separate outfits. The first was a dark blue spandex micro dress, very plain for the most part, but he loved the way it hugged his body. The other was a pair of skintight hip hugger blue jeans, which if he still had pubic hair, would show the top of it and a white half shirt that would show off his flat stomach nicely. Collecting his choices he exited the changing room, leaving the rest of the clothes behind. When he exited the dressing area, he found that the shop had cleared out and only Jennifer was behind the counter.

"You found something you like?" she asked him as he stepped toward the counter.

Nodding his head, he set his choices down on the counter, taking his purse from his shoulder.

"I have the exact same things," Jennifer commented as she rang up his purchase. "They should look just great on you."

He inclined his head to her, in recognition to her compliment. She told him the total as she put his purchases into a bag. Reaching into his purse, he counted out some money and handed it to her. As she went to take the money from him, she stopped for a moment, looking at his hands, before taking the money from him. As she counted his change from the cash register, she was staring at him, as if trying to decide something, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. Taking a pen from the counter, she wrote something on one of the bills before handing him the change.

Slowly she counted out his change, placing the bill that she had written on in his hand last, writing up. 

"That's my phone number," she stated, again looking at him dead in the eyes. "Just in case you might like to get together."

He didn't know what to do. He took the change she had handed him and shoved it into his purse, breaking eye contact with her as he did.

"I sent everyone else to lunch, just incase I was right about you, and when I saw your hands, I knew I was," Jennifer told him as she stepped around the counter to hand him his bag, moving so close to him that her young pert breasts were pushing against his arm again causing his already stirring cock to harden; it was very exciting to be 'caught'. 

"I know you're a man," she told him as she leaned closer into him. "And I really like men who dress as women, it's a really big turn on to me, and you have to be the prettiest man I have ever seen. I almost missed the fact you were a man. Your hands were the give away. They are slender and very feminine, but women's hands just aren't that strong and look that way at the same time." Moving back away from him, she held out his bag to him. 

"So if you ever feel like an adventure, you can give me a call or show back up here, and we could have some fun, maybe." 

He took the bag from her as she stepped back behind the counter, as a customer entered the store.

Turning quickly, he exited the store, not sure what to make of what just happened, but very excited by the whole thing, so much so he had to carry his bag in front of him to help hide his swollen member.

He spent the rest of the day shopping, trying on outfit after outfit, in store after store, repeating his sore throat routine to every sales clerk he met. Not one once questioned his gender, most barely took the time to talk to him, since he could not talk to them.

By the time he was ready to leave the mall, he had spent all of his cash and had wasted a total of six hours, Beth should be happy. She had called earlier to check on him, and when he had told her he was having a great time; he didn't tell her about Jennifer yet, they had agreed on a new time he should be home. 

As he made his way back out of the mall, he realized that he was going to have to pass the store where Jennifer worked, throwing caution to the wind. He was now very comfortable dressed the way he was. He decided to stop by the window to she if she was still working. As chance had it, Jennifer was in the window changing the mannequin. Catching her eye, he motioned her to meet him by the entrance to the shop. He had decided, when he saw her in the window, that he would talk to her and tell her a little bit about his situation with Beth. Who knew maybe her and Beth would be open to a threesome with him in the middle.

"I just wanted to tell you thank you," he said as he leaned in close to her ear, making sure she was the only one that could hear him speaking.

The smell of her perfume, the heat of her body as he drew near to her, made his cock begin to stir for the first time, all afternoon, since seeing her earlier.

"Thank you for what?" she asked, also keeping her voice down, leaning closer to him.

"For the compliment you gave me earlier. Today is my first day out as a woman, and when you recognized me for what I truly am, I didn't know how to react, but your kind words and compliments gave me the nerve to shop all day. I just wanted to stop and thank you for that and to let you know how flattered I am by your invitation. I would seriously think about taking you up on it but I have a situation right at the moment that I am committed to." 

Jennifer was standing so close to him now, her breast were pushing against his arm, making his cock so hard, he had to look down to make sure it was not showing.

"Well I tell you what, if your 'situation' ever changes or if she might like to add someone, give me a call or the two of you can come shopping one afternoon."

He could feel his cock throbbing, as she pressed hard against him to kiss his cheek

"Well, I've got to get back to work," she told him as she stepped away from him. "Just think about what I said." 




The Meeting Ch. 03



I swept my hand through my hair, yawning as I flopped on my bed. It was my last night of vacation, and I was burnt out. I had spent the day on the beach with my friends Shawna and Nolie. I'd spent a lot of my time running around with Clarke, to the point that I'd even forgotten that they were here with me once or twice.

Shawna was one of my very best friends. She was shorter than me, about 5'6, with a large chest and an interesting body shape, brown skin and black hair, with hazel eyes. Nolie was our token white friend, 5'9 with black hair and blue eyes, the ends of her hair being dyed to match her eyes. We were an odd group of friends, but we knew everything about each other... well, almost everything. They didn't, and would never, know about my writing.

We were going to hang in a club tonight, do our usual barhopping thing. I'd gotten the name of a really good club from the girl who cleaned my room, and I was anxious to go. I had decided to wear all white, a tight white miniskirt, white halter, and white shoes. When I held it up against myself, the contrast to my newly tanned skin was hot as hell. I looked in the mirror. If I left my hair hanging loose and did minimum make up... yeah, that would work. I laid my clothes out on the bed, heading into the shower.

I spread my legs slowly, moving my hips on the guy in front of me. My arms were around his neck, his were around my waist, and we were moving on the beat. He wasn't the finest guy going, but he knew how to move.

The club was tight. The walls were painted black with random designs throw on the walls in white paint. The lighting for the most part was black light, with the two bars on either side of the room illuminated by a few built in halogen lights.

Shawna was dancing with someone a few steps away, while Nolie moved around from guy to guy, dancing in her own special way that Shawna and I had codenamed "white girl wyne". Nolie was now moving erratically on a guy, and then leaned over to yell at me.

"So where's this Clarke you said was coming?" She said. Shawna turned to look at us.

"Yeah Alize'. Where is he?" I rolled my eyes at them.

"You really think I care? He'll be here whenever he gets here." I said, and then held onto the guy a bit closer. Had I been back home in Bermuda, I would've definitely given him my number, but I wasn't interested in giving it out when I lived nowhere near Jamaica.

"You bitch, you started dancing without me." I turned my head.

"Took you long enough." I said to him, letting go of the guy, who stood still for a moment, opening his mouth in disbelief. I turned to face Clarke.

"I had things to do." He said. He pushed me with his hips, bumping into my own, standing with his hands in his pockets.

"Mmhmm. Look, I want you to meet Nolie and Shawna; they're the ones who came with me." I said, and then waved at the two girls. They waved back, and then moved over. I briefly introduced them, and then we dispersed among the dance floor once more. I ended up next to Clarke standing at the bar, ordering a drink. I leaned against it looking up at him.

"It's our last night here." I said, using my infallible talent of stating the obvious. He nodded.

"Yeah, it's our last night." He echoed, and then opened his mouth to say something, when a cry broke out across the club. In a far corner, some girl was screaming as a guy punched another guy in front of her. The victim slumped to the ground, blood streaming from his nose as the guy turned, his hand in position to backhand the girl. She covered her face with her hands, and to my horror I saw Shawna run over and grab the guy's hand.

"Fuck fuck fuck..." I said to myself, and then ran over behind Shawna. The guy lifted his other hand to strike her, and I swallowed hard before gripping his other hand. He flung himself forward, catching me in my jaw with his forehead. I broke my grip and fell back, clenching my fist and swinging wildly.

"Alize'! Shawna! You're not home." Nolie came over, gripping us by our collars. She pulled us back, and then flung us behind her. She ducked the guy's fists and then stepped back as a bouncer came from behind her and gripped the guy. Nolie dragged us outside, and I stood there, my chest heaving as I tried to calm down. Clarke came outside the club, leaning against the wall.

"You always get yourself in trouble, ay bitch." He said. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Look Clarke, I really don't"

"I think you better get back to your hotel." He said. I looked up at him.

"What?"

"You just got into a bar fight in Jamaica. Get your ass back to your hotel." I sighed, my adrenaline wearing off so that I could see the logic in his words.

"You're right." I said. I reached out to him, hugging him. He held me against his chest tightly. "I'll see you later Clarke."

"Next time." He said. I looked up at him, and he smiled down at me. "Later bitch."

"See ya perv."

I looked up from my textbook, turning to type something on my laptop. I had a paper due in a few days, and I had no idea what I was writing. I needed a break, but if I stopped, I wouldn't get back to it. I put up the busy status symbols on my MSN© and my Yahoo©, and set my AIM© to away. I had surprisingly received no IM's, but, as I looked down at my textbook again, I heard the gunshot sound of myself receiving an email on my Yahoo©. I looked at the screen out of habit. It was from Clarke. I clicked on it, thankful for the distraction.

Pssst

Guess what bitch. I'll be in Bermuda for a while. Business trip. Maybe I'll come visit you while I'm there.

It continued on from here, telling when he was coming and for how long. I pushed my finger through my hair. Last time I'd been face to face with him was a few weeks ago, in Jamaica. Now he'd be here. I pushed my fingers through my hair, biting my lip. He'd be here for less than a week, and leaving on the Tuesday. I crossed my arms, laying my cheek on them and yawning. That perv was stepping onto my territory.

"Alize', are you dressed?"

"Yes Momma!" I yelled down the stairs, fastening the buckle on my black church heels. I stood, smoothing out the folds of my navy blue skirt, and straightening the collar of the white button down shirt. I looked in the mirror, smoothing the material over my breasts. Clarke had been on the island for 2 days now, and he'd called me once since he'd arrived. I took my brush out, pulling it through my hair a few more times before resting it back on the dresser. I turned in front of the mirror, examining myself from all angles before nodding at my reflection, and then exiting the room.

My momma stood next to the door, pulling her car keys out of her purse and waving at me to hurry up. My little brother sat in the front seat, grinning at me evilly as he'd beaten me, and therefore, the front seat was his. My daddy was home doing some paperwork, which had pissed my momma off because he kept missing church. I climbed into the backseat, yawning. I hated going to church so early, but, if I sat up in the balcony, I could sleep for a while. Hardly anyone ever sat up there other than me, because you couldn't hear the pastor preaching properly, but it suited my early morning attitude just fine.

After an uneventful ride to the church, we climbed out of the car, late, as usual. My momma and my brother entered and turned right, while I took a left and headed through the corridor and then through the door and up the steps to the balcony. I sat in my usual seat, back row in the far left corner, pushing the chair in front of me out of my way so I could stretch my legs out. I looked over the balcony wall.

From my position, I could only see the pastor. The pastor could only see the top of my head, and I liked it that way. He spread his arms, continuing his sermon. I rolled my eyes, staring at the ceiling and preparing myself for the next few hours.

About an hour into the service, I heard footsteps coming up the steps behind me. I turned, because this would be the first time in a few weeks I'd had company in the balcony. The person turned the corner and stepped onto the balcony, and I gasped, and then cursed... loudly. The pastor turned his gaze my way and glared at the top of my head, and then coughed. My face burned in embarrassment.

"Clarke! What are you doing here?" I asked, my eyes wide. He grinned at me.

"I went to your house, your dad told me you were here." He said, sitting in the chair beside me. I shook my head, leaning forwards and turning so I could look into his face.

"I told you I go to church on Saturday mornings." I said. He put his hand on my lower back.

"Oh yeah, I remember." I took him in, from his jeans and sneakers to the hat on his head. He pulled at the back of my shirt, lifting it out of my skirt.

"Clarke, stop it!" I hissed, pushing his hand away. "It's a church."

"And?" He said, pulling my chair closer to his.

"And I think you go to hell for this type of thing." He laughed, and then leaned in, tickling my back once again before taking my chin in his hands and kissing me. I leaned against him, kissing him back. He used his free hand and slid it up my skirt, stopping mid thigh. I bit his lip, and then brought his ear down to my lips.

"Clarke, it's a church..." I whispered again.

"You're not saying no..." He said, and then moved his hand so that the fingertips were barely brushing the lips of my pussy.

"I'm not saying yes either." I said, and then flicked his earlobe with my tongue, before moving lower to kiss his neck, before running my tongue along it slowly. He smiled, and then pushed my skirt up until it was around my waist. His fingers slid smoothly along the front of my black thong. He lifted my leg, drawing it across his lap so that from my position next to him, I was almost straddling him.

He pushed the front of my thong aside, exposing my fully aroused pussy to the church. He slid his fingers along my slit once more, before he slid two inside of me, covering my moan with his mouth on mine. I slid my hand down his chest, moving it to the front of his jeans, where, after a small struggle, I had his jeans unbuttoned, and then unzipped. I moved my hand inside and under the waistband of his boxers, sliding a finger from the head to the base of his cock. It twitched beneath my fingers, and my pussy, already drenched by his appearance, began to flood itself with remembering how his cock had felt inside of me.

He lifted me onto his lap, and I shook my head.

"Clarke, no, the pastor can see like this."

"And?" He said, leaning in to rub his face against my breasts through my shirt.

"And I don't think I need to speed up my progress into hell, especially not like that." I said. I stood up, pushing a chair out of the way, and then laid myself on the floor, leaning against the wall of the balcony. I spread my legs, drawing my skirt back up to my waist, and slid my thong off, kicking it under the seat next to me. I licked my lips, looking up at Clarke, and then beckoned him towards me with one finger, the other hand sliding up and down my slit.

He grinned down at me, no doubt enjoying my latest delve into the world of debauchery, and then slid out of his chair. He steadied himself on one hand, sitting in front of me. He unbuttoned my shirt slowly, pushing the two sides across so that my black bra stared him in the face. He pushed the cups down, so that my breasts were exposed to him. He leaned in, kissing my nipples before drawing them one by one into his mouth. He bit the left one, and sliding his hand upwards, rolled and pinched my right nipple.

I bit my lip to avoid crying out while I buried my fingers in his hair, drawing his head closer to my chest. He slid his tongue along each breast, trailing it downwards to my belly button. He stayed there a minute, sucking and kissing it, swirling around it with his tongue. I moaned softly, and his tongue went further down.

He licked my slit slowly, parting the folds with his tongue. He pushed at my clit, and then slid further, dipping his tongue into my well. I gripped the top of the balcony with one hand, holding his head to me with the other as my back arched. I swallowed my moans, barely, and gasped as he teased my clit and my pussy slowly. He pulled me closer to his mouth, and brought me to a shaking, silent orgasm.

Clarke grinned at me, and then sat back. He pulled his jeans down lower, and then moved up between my legs, leaning forwards and kissing me once again. His cock head rubbed against my lips while I angled my pussy for him, sliding lower down. He gripped my hips, and pushed his cock into my pussy. I gave a moan; a little louder than I would of liked to have given. Clarke grinned at me, and then moved again, until he was completely inside of me.

"This is a church." I gasped in a whisper, more for my benefit that to him. He laughed, and then drew his cock out. I whimpered in disappointment, and then moaned once again as he pushed in again.

"You haven't said no yet..." He said, and then began to fuck me senseless. He leaned in, gripping my breast through where my bra had slid back up over my chest. I moaned as he began fucking me harder, so that my back was scraping against the wall.

"Oh god Clarke..." I moaned beneath him. He began thrusting harder, and I busied myself by sucking his neck to avoid moaning. He moved his head, and then came up to kiss me once again.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, gripping my ass with his free hand. I moaned in reply. He shook his head, stopping his movements. "Answer me Alize'."

"I want you to fuck me." I moaned breathlessly. Clarke grinned, and then doubled his efforts on my cunt. I pushed my hips back onto his, moaning as he fucked me. He pulled me closer to him, until his every stroke caused my eyes to roll back into my head.

"Oh god Clarke... I'm going to..." I cut my words off with a moan as I began to cum. I pushed my hips back at Clarke, prolonging my orgasm as my body spasmed. I dug my nails into his back, scratching him through my shirt. He made a noise, forcing his way further into my pussy. I moved to meet his every stroke, moaning beneath him. He gave on last push and emptied himself inside of me.

We lay in that position for a while, me drawing idle circles on his back. I heard footsteps on the stairs, and I pushed him off of me quickly. Clarke got up, and I mimed pulling up a zipper. He nodded and zipped it up. I suddenly realized the predicament I was in, legs splayed and my pussy facing the doorway. I moved to sit up just as the person entered the balcony, catching me with my legs open.

"What the hell?" He gasped. I blinked. I'd just caused a congregation member to curse, in church. The head usher, Brother James looked down at me. "Miss. Jones there had better be a good reason for this." I looked at him dubiously.

"I... um... fell." I said. His eyes traced my body, stopping at my pussy, where I could feel Clarke's cum dripping out of my pussy.

"You fell?" He asked. I bit my lips and closed my legs, flipping my skirt down. "We heard you down in the pulpit, and all you can say is that you fell?"

"Yes sir, I fell." I said. He opened his mouth to say something, no doubt to throw us out of the church and damn us to hell, but Clarke stood. He stood in front of me, scratching his head.

"Let me speak to you for a minute sir." He said. They moved towards the door, talking. I watched Brother James's face go from angry, to calm. Clarke reached into his pocket, and I saw him pull a few bills out and place them in Brother James's hand. My mouth dropped open. Clarke had just paid off a member of the church. I held back my laugh as he came and sat down in his chair, gesturing to me to sit in my seat once more. As I did, he slid my skirt back up, palming my pussy.

"How the hell did you" I began. He shook his head, and put a finger from his other hand to my other set of lips.

"Shh."

"How the hell did you pull that off?" I asked Clarke. I stood in the parking lot, waiting for my momma and brother to leave the church, but, as usual, it seemed she was stopping to speak to everyone first.

"Money girl. It makes the world go round." He said, tucking his hand into his pocket. I shook my head.

"I'd of never thought it would of worked." He laughed.

"You've got a lot to learn." I shook my head at him, and then, spotting my mother over his shoulder I put on a smile. He turned to see who it was.

"Enjoyed church today?" Momma said. My heart stopped for a minute.

"I..." I started.

"Pastor Smith did seem to enjoy his own sermon. Everyone else just got into it as well." Momma bustled on as usual. I breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't heard me. "And who's this?" I looked at her, before realizing who she meant.

"Oh, this is Clarke." I said. He smiled at her.

"You must be Alize''s mother." He said. She nodded.

"Yes. I've never heard of you before. Where do you know Alize' from????" I hid a grin.

"We belong to the same writing group." I said. My momma smiled.

"You're a writer like my baby here? We're very proud of Alize'." She said, and then continued on talking to him.

"Oh! What are you doing now?" My momma asked.

"I was going to go look around the Island. I was hoping Alize' could show me around."

"Well first, we're going to my Aunt's for lunch, it's a tradition." My momma said. "Why don't you join us?"

"Momma, I don't think Clarke" I started.

"I'd love to." Clarke said. I looked at him from the corner of my eye.

"We parked over here." My momma said, gripping my little brother's hand and moving towards the car. Clarke gave me an indecipherable grin, and then followed her. I stood still for a moment, my mind racing, before I felt a breeze. And, taking a step toward the car, I realized that I'd left my thong underneath my chair.

Clarke had somehow won over my family. He sat in the dining room with them, talking and laughing, while I sat in the living room with a few of my cousins. I'd left him to fend for his own, and my cousin Miya and I were sitting on the uncomfortable plastic slip covers on my aunt's couch, sipping our Kool-Aid© that we'd spiked with vodka, as usual. I put my legs up on the coffee table.

"Girl, who's he?" She asked.

"A friend of mine." I said back, taking a sip. Miya looked as If she wanted to say something else, but Clarke's silhouette in the door frame quieted her down. He sat next to me on the couch. The vodka warmed me up, and I turned my head to look at him.


"I want to show you something." I said, taking his hand. He looked at me.

"What?"

"It's a surprise." I stood up, pulling him with me. We walked out of the living room, myself taking care to swipe a set of keys from the mantle. I steered him into the hallway, moving past a bathroom and to my aunt's extra room. I unlocked the room, pushing Clarke in and then shutting the door. He moved over the piles of unusable stuff, standing in front of the large picture window, and stood there as I struggled to lock the door back.

"Is that the backyard?" He asked, staring out the window.

"Yeah." I said, finally managing to lock it. I turned to face him, dropping the keys in front of the door.

"It's huge." He said. I moved towards him, pulling my hand through my hair. I reached him, and, gripping his shoulders, turned him to face me. I kissed him, hard. Before he could pull me close, I pushed away, dropping to my knees before him.

"I've wanted to do this all day..." I said, before unbuttoning his jeans, then sliding them and his boxers down his legs. His cock greeted me, semi erect. I looked up at him before taking head between my fingers, sliding them up and down the shaft. They were soon joined by my tongue, as I traced the tip slowly. I followed the V from one side to the other, and then slid down further, moving down the underside of his cock on a path to his scrotum. My hands continued to stroke his shaft as I licked up and down his balls. I took first one, and then the other into my mouth, while my thumb worked along the tip of his cock.




The Meeting Ch. 03



His cock had almost reached full hardness, and as I licked my way back up, I could feel it twitching in my fingers. I opened my mouth and licked my lips, and then took the head between them. I suckled it lightly, letting my tongue cradle the underside. I slid my mouth further down, taking his cock as far into my mouth as it could go.

"Alize', we're in front of a window." He said. I pulled my mouth off of him.

"As if you care." I said, and then took him back into my mouth.

"I don't. I was just making sure you knew."  I began to move along his cock slowly, pulling my mouth off and then back on. He gripped my hair, tangling his fingers in it while I swirled my tongue around his cock. I felt him pulling my head back, and I fought against his grip to keep my mouth where it was.

I sucked a bit harder, tightening my lips around his hardness, sucking my cheeks in as I tasted his precum in my mouth. He began to move his hips slowly, thrusting his cock into and out of my mouth. His dick scraped the very back of my throat, fucking my mouth slowly. I sensed his rhythm and doubled it, using my tongue to apply pressure to his cock.

He said something, and in my state I didn't hear him. I felt something pushing into my knee on the floor, and slid back a little on my mouth's next stroke, pulling it out from underneath me and then taking his cock back into my mouth. He made a sound on his next breath, pulling my head closer, shoving his dick further down my throat.

Clarke's cock gave one last twinge, and as I pulled my mouth back, I felt him begin to cum. I swallowed, catching his thick cum as it filled my mouth. Clarke released his hold on my head.

"I wouldn't of thought you'd of done that." He said. "Not in your aunt's house."

"There are a lot of things you thought." I said matter-of-factly, wiggling my ass at him. He laughed.

"I said before, while you were doing that, that the neighbors came into their living room a while ago. I think they were watching us." He said. I laughed, and then moved to the window.

"They might have been. I used to watch them." I peered down into their window. "Yeah, see look at them." Down below us, the neighbors had stripped their clothes off and were now going at each other like animals. I had figured they would, because I'd seen them watch porn and other things. They had no issues with voyeurism, which is why being in front of the window didn't cause me to panic.

"You're such a peeper." He said, kneeling beside me.

"You're just jealous you don't have anyone to watch like I do." I answered.

"Bitch."

"And you love it."



"Alize', let me use your math textbook." My friend Matthew was leaning over the table behind me in the lecture hall. I looked up at him.

"We're not even in the same math course."

"So?" He said. "It's all the same math." I rolled my eyes, and then dug through my school bag. I passed him my textbook, and then turned again, typing something on my laptop as my professor kept talking. My phone buzzed and I jumped. It had been sitting in my lap, covering my pussy through my jeans. Mr. Klein, my sociology teacher, looked up to where I was sitting, in the middle of the lecture hall.

"Is there a problem Miss Jones?" He said coolly. I bit my lip, moving the phone out of my lap and into my hand.

"No Professor." I said, flipping the phone open under the table. He nodded. "And how about with you, Mr. Johnson?" Matthew muttered something, which made me wonder what he had been doing. I pulled my phone out, looking down at it. Clarke had text messaged me, telling me to call him whenever I got out of class. I looked up at the clock, 15 more minutes. I scratched my head, and then sighed.

After class, I shoved my books back into my bag, and then snapped my laptop shut. I stood, hurrying down the steps, and, once I was out of the building, flipped my phone open. I dialed Clarke's number and hit the little green phone icon. I pulled it up to my ear, and after a few rings, he answered.

"What you wanted perv?" I asked him. He laughed.

"You know what I want bitch. Are you finished classes for the day?"

"Yeah, why?" I said, holding jumping up on top of one of the stone tables and bracing my feet on the benches.

"I wanna come see the campus. I'm finished my work for the day."

"Alright, well, head this way and call me when you're close."

"I'm close now you bitch. I'm at the hotel behind the college."

"I didn't know that, slut. Walk around the eastern side of the school, I'll meet you at the gate." I shut my phone, and then moved inside the building once more. I opened my locker, shoving my bags inside quickly, and dropping my laptop on top. I slammed it shut, then left through the side door, ending up in the parking lots. I moved up the hill towards the gate quickly, seeing Clarke before he saw me.

"Hey you slut." I called out. He looked up, and then walked towards me.

"Hey bitch." He said, then pulled me into his arms and hugged me. I hugged him back, and then pulled him inside the gate.

"Anywhere in particular you wanted to see?" I asked. He stopped in his tracks, and, gripping my hand, pulled me back towards him.

"As a matter of fact..." He said, stopping to grip my ass. "There is something" He squeezed it. "In particular." I licked my top lip.

"And what's that?" He grinned, and then pulled me closer.

"Is there anywhere private on this campus?" I stopped, thinking hard.

"Yes." I said, pulling him by the arm into the building to the left. "This is student hall, and if I remember correctly, there's an empty office upstairs this year." I pulled him up a flight of steps. I looked around, taking in the few people sitting on the couches in the lounge. I took Clarke's arm and dragged him into the student government offices.

We passed the small cluttered desk, and went to the door of the empty room. I leaned against it; my hand on the doorknob, jiggling it to make sure it was open. I opened the door, and smiled at him, and then stepped in. He followed me, and I closed and locked the door behind him.

The light had come on as we entered, the sensor kicking in. I flipped it off and felt my way over to the metal cabinet by the far wall, pulling the door open. I gripped onto the bottom shelf, counting up two and the grabbing a small metal Christmas tree that was in there year round. I crossed my fingers, hoping the batteries were still working, and then flipped the switch. The lights glowed for a moment, and then dimmed, then turned back on full.

"A bit festive." Clarke said behind me. I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up. I'm trying to keep this quiet." I said, and then pulled off my shirt.

"You're moving quickly."

"Fuck you." I said, pressing my shirt into the crack of the bottom of the door. Clarke laughed.

"Anxious are you, bitch." I rolled my eyes.

"Look"

"I don't want to look. Come here." He pulled me to him, gripping me by my ass. He squeezed the cheeks, hard. "Take off your jeans." I stepped beck from him, unbuttoning my jeans and wiggling out of them, then dropping them to the floor. I stepped up to him, cupping my breasts and sliding my hands along the fabric.

"Drop em." I said to him, licking my lips. He laughed at me, pulling his shirt over his head and then pulling off his jeans. He took a step towards me, and I gripped his chin with my hand, and then kissed him. He slid his fingers into the waistband of my thong., pulling the front down. I ran my fingers along his back, sliding my nails across slowly. He leaned in, whispering in my ear.

"I want your ass." He said. I froze.

"You're kidding."

"No." He said, squeezing my ass cheeks. "I want your ass."

"Clarke."

"God Alize, it's not like we haven't done that before."

"And I haven't done it since!" I said. He leaned in, pulling me close to him.

"And you loved it." He said, kissing my collar bone. I sighed. I had liked having his dick buried in my ass. I had cum extremely hard, and I'd often thought about doing it again.

"But..."

"No buts." He said, sliding his fingers along my ass, pulling my thong down. "Except for this one." I rolled my eyes.

"Haven't lost your sense of humor then." I said. He leaned over, kissing me again.

"Suck it for a bit." He said, gesturing to his cock. I sighed, and then slid down to my knees. I took his cock into my mouth, licking and lubing every inch of it. He gripped my shoulders as I did and then stopped me, turning me around and pushing my face at the ground. I arranged my arms underneath my head, and then took a deep breath.

"Alright..." I said. He laughed, gripping my hips and rubbing his cock head against my asshole. A thrill crossed my cunt with every bit of pressure he gave. His other hand stole down to rub my clit and I moaned beneath him. "Oh god, put it in Clarke." I moaned, not caring which hole he wanted.

He went slowly, edging the head in. I felt the pressure upon my asshole, and I bit my lip and tried to relax. Clarke gripped my hip, holding me from sliding down and pulling away, like I wanted too. Clarke began to slowly push it in, moving his hips in small thrusts matching his thrusts with his strokes on my clit.

He took his fingers off my clit and slid two fingers into my cunt, slowly fucking me as he took a pause, and then ran his other hand along my lower back. My reaction was purely reflex, as I gasped and arched my back, pushing back. He sensed this, and I figured he had planned on it. I could only imagine the look on his face as he thrust forward at the same time. He stopped as I moaned.

"You fucking bastard..." I said, hiding the fact that despite my pain, I was well on my way to orgasm already. Clarke laughed.

"What's wrong bitch... don't like it?" He slapped my ass, and I moaned as the pain subsided into pleasure.

"Oh god Clarke... do it again..." I rubbed my forehead slowly against my arm, and then propped myself up on my elbows, and then rose up on my hands to brace myself. He slapped my ass, and then slowly started to fuck both holes with fingers and cock. I pushed my ass back at him, loving the feeling I was getting. I moaned beneath him as I felt the first wave of my orgasm hit me. Clarke picked up the pace during this, prolonging my orgasm.

"Oh fuck..." I moaned as I came down. He continued to fuck me, gripping my hair and pulling my head back. I moaned out loud, sliding my hands back to assault my clit as Clarke's fingers continued to attack my slit. I felt the familiar fluttering of another orgasm starting. He dragged his fingers to match his cock speed, so that I could feel his cock and his hand almost touching through the thin separation of tissue. I wiggled my ass against him as he withdrew his cock to the head, and then plunged back in. My ass walls sucked at his cock as my pussy sucked greedily at his fingers. He held my hips tight as he started to ram into my ass. I closed my eyes tightly as I cried out, my orgasm hitting me hard from both sides. Clarke gave a grunt as he began to cum, shooting his sperm into my ass.

He leaned forward, his cock still buried to the hilt as I tried to catch my breath. My heart stopped as I heard the distinct sounds of voices outside the door.

"I heard something." A deep voice said, and then a higher voice answered something I couldn't make out. I could imagine the shit I'd be in, so I pushed him off of me, gathered our clothes, and cowered behind one of the office desks, pushing him towards the other. He slid down behind it as I crossed my fingers.

The door opened slowly, and a head stuck itself in the crack between the door and the wall. I slid down lower as the light flipped on. True to Bermudian laziness, however, the person only gave the room the once-over, failing to even notice the Christmas tree, and then turned off the light and shut the door. I stood up, moving to stand in front of the desk.

"You and your ideas..." I said, watching Clarke as he stood up in the soft light. "One of these times, we're gonna get caught. He laughed, moving over to stand near me. I dropped our clothes, my fingers sliding down to cup my pussy. Clarke leaned over, picking up his pants.

"You know you'll miss me bitch." He said, and then pulled a condom out of his pocket, holding it up and ripping the packet.

"Yeah." I said, spreading my legs as he pulled the condom out, and then sheathed his cock. "Where else will I find a perv like you?" 



The Meeting Ch. 03



Sami was sitting on the train, looking out of the window. She was remembering her last two meetings with her Master, and willing herself to stay calm. This was the first time she had been invited to his house, and she was very nervous. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, more that she had always been in a familiar environment, and that somehow had made it easier. 

She looked around herself at the people on the train, and wondered what they would think if they knew what was going on inside her head. She wondered how many of them might possibly have the same "interests". Her eyes lingered on a man, wondering if he was dominant inside, if he knew by looking at her that she would submit to her Master again in just under an hour.

Some of the passengers around her had food from the buffet carriage, and although Sami had had no breakfast, she was far too nervous to eat. She tried closing her eyes to doze until she arrived, but her mind was too active, with all the things she was imagining.

As Sami shifted in her seat, she became aware once again that she was not wearing any underwear. This had been on her Master's orders, and she had been determined to follow them perfectly. Her pussy was shaved and prepared as instructed, dabbed with just a small amount of perfume. She turned bright red at the thought of being so close to all these strangers and not being properly clothed. She knew of course that they couldn't possibly know, but the fact that she knew was enough.

Finally the train pulled up at the station and Sami descended onto the platform. She was wearing a black skirt that came to just above her knee and had a small slit at the side, and a light blue, short-sleeved shirt. Although the sun was shining and it was the middle of August, Sami felt a shiver travel through her. Quickly she composed herself and set off for the taxi rank. She wished her Master had been able to meet her at the station, but he'd had some work to finish off, and she'd have to make her own way there.

Sami climbed carefully into the cab, to ensure her skirt did not rise up and show her lack of panties. The cab driver was really chatty and annoying, but Sami tuned him out. It became clear to him that she wasn't looking for a conversation and he left her to her thoughts. 

She wondered what her Master had in store for her this time, and was very excited. She couldn't wait to see him again. Since their last meeting, she had felt something growing inside of her, more than just the excitement of their next meeting, but the thought of just being near him. She brushed such thoughts from her mind. Surely it was impossible to fall in love with someone so soon? 

The cab finally pulled up outside a semi-detached house with a small but very neat front lawn. Sami was a little surprised. She hadn't really thought about what his house would look like, but she hadn't imagined him to be the gardening type.

As she made her way up the little path leading to the front door, she steadied herself. Once she had her breathing under control, she knocked firmly, three times on the door. About half a minute passed and Sami was beginning to wonder if she had the wrong house, when the door swung open.

"Sami, come in my dear," said that familiar voice.

Sami looked up at her Master, drinking him in, unaware of the large, rather ridiculous grin on her face. As she entered into the hallway, he pushed the door shut behind her and took her in his arms. He held her for a few minutes, stroking her and kissing her hair with tender affection. She melted into him at once.

Without warning, his attitude suddenly changed, and once again he was the aloof dominant, in control of his emotions. He gestured for her to precede him into the living area. Sami looked around the room and noticed that there was some food laid out on the dining table. It made her realise just how hungry she actually was, and right on cue, her stomach growled. 

"Ah, I'm glad you're hungry Sami," her Master said with a slight smile. "Please remove your shoes and kneel by the table."

Sami did as she was told, feeling slightly ridiculous. She was used to sitting at the table, not being on the floor next to it like some animal! 

Her Master took a seat next to her. Then he pulled a blindfold from his pocket, and tied it tightly around her eyes. She felt something cold against her wrist, and something metal snapped around it. Her hand was pulled to the table leg and she heard metal being wrapped around it, and the other wrist was snapped into another ring of metal. She realised she had been handcuffed.

She sat there for a little while, wondering what was coming next, the silence in the air making her uncomfortable. Why wasn't he speaking? Of course, what Sami didn't know was that her Master was staring at her, taking in the lovely sight before him of his pretty little captive. And now she would be his pet.

Sami could smell something under her nose. It smelt like meat. The next thing she knew, something was being pushed against her lips. She parted them cautiously, and the food was pushed into her mouth. She relaxed as she realised it was a piece of chicken, then stiffened again at the thought of being hand-fed. 

Before she had even finished what was in her mouth, she felt something else against her lips, this time it was softer and she guessed it was possibly a vegetable. A slice of cooked carrot was then on her tongue, and she ate it obediently. Again, before she could finish, a small potato was between her lips, and then another piece of chicken. 

She tried to close her mouth to stop any more food entering – she already had her mouth full and was trying desperately to swallow, but her Master was enjoying the sight, and forced in another piece of carrot. Sami shook her head and tried to back away, and some of the food slipped out of her mouth and down her chin.

"Now look what you've done, you silly little animal," he remonstrated. 

She wanted to wipe the food from her face but was unable to without the use of her hands. He let her sit there for a few minutes with the food dribbling down her. As it dripped onto her shirt, she felt very humiliated.

"If you're going to act like a little puppy, I will treat you like one!" and with that, he stood up and she heard his footsteps dying away. 

Soon he was back and she heard two items being put on the floor in front of her. He crouched down next to her and took a fistful of hair at the back of her head. He pushed her head down towards the floor and suddenly she felt something on her face. She realised she was being made to eat from a bowl on the floor. It was too much for her and she struggled and fought against it. How could he treat her like nothing more than a pet dog! She wouldn't eat food from the floor, she just wouldn't! 

But it seemed that the choice was not hers to make, as her face was pushed once again into the bowl, and she understood she must eat to breathe. She took some of the food between her teeth and ate, and her Master let her up for air for a few seconds, before forcing her head down again.

Sami thought she has been humiliated before but it was nothing compared to this! Did he not see what he was doing to her! 

After Sami had been made to eat all of the food in the bowl, another bowl was pushed under her face. He pushed her head down again and she felt water against her face. She knew what was expected of her and began to lap gingerly at the water. It tasted slightly salty, and it was only then she realised that she had been crying, and the tears were running under the blindfold and down her face.

Once Sami had been fed and watered, the handcuffs were removed and she was led to a chair, feeling defeated once again. 

As her Master removed her blindfold he said, "Didn't you enjoy that Sami? Didn't you like being fed?"

She looked into his eyes and shook her head.

"No, Master," she whimpered.

"Oh I'm not sure that's the truth," he said, and he reached his hand between her legs. 

Once again she had been betrayed by her own body. He laughed at her and pulled his hand away.

"I think my little slut quite enjoys being debased for her Master, isn't that so?" he asked.

She looked up at him, unable to speak, not knowing what to say.

"It's very simple, Sami," he coaxed. "The answer is yes Master"

"Yes Master" she whispered, dropping her head.

"Better," he said. "You've come so far in the short time we have known each other. You are still wilful, but slowly I am breaking you, bending you to my will. You are mine Sami, and I will do with you as I please. I know what is good for you, and I know how far to push you. You need to trust me, and remember that I care for you very much."

Sami was overwhelmed by this. He seemed so self-controlled and confident speaking of such things, whereas Sami was rather more embarrassed to speak about her feelings. She simply smiled gratefully up at him.

"Ok Sami, now I want you to take your clothes off so that I can see you have obeyed my orders carefully. Strip now," he commanded.

Sami felt self-conscious removing her clothes before him, but she slowly did as he instructed, unbuttoning her shirt and letting it fall away so that her breasts were free, and reaching round to unzip her skirt. It fell in a puddle at her feet and she stepped out, carefully folding the clothes and putting them to one side. Once again she was naked before him.

"Now sit back down and put your arms on the arm rests. Spread your legs. Wider! I want full access to that pussy. That's it, now put your ankles against the chair legs. Good girl. Stay very still, I will be right back," and with that he strode from the room.

Sami felt a bit silly holding position, but stayed still until he returned a moment later with a roll of black duct tape. Sami nearly bolted from the chair, but managed enough self-restraint to stay where she was. He slowly began to fix each of her wrists to the wooden arms on the chair with the tape. Next, her wrapped in around her ankles and the chair legs. He also wrapped some around the tops of her shins, fixing her legs in place, and then some around her tummy and the back of the chair. 

She tugged at her bonds, but the tape was stronger than she had predicted and held her firmly in place. Due to the high back of the chair, he was also able to hold her head in place by winding it around the chair back and her neck. She panicked a little at this, but calmed when she realised it would not impede her breathing; unless she happened to struggle a lot of course.

Her Master began to run his hands over her body and she trembled with pleasure at this. She had reached the point where she was craving his touch and it felt so good. He squeezed her breasts and slapped them in turn, causing her to gasp. Then he picked up a short-tailed, leather flogger. Sami looked at him in horror. He had never used a flogger on her before. He stoked her hair and kissed her cheek. Then he stepped back and began to gently flog her breasts. He applied a little more pressure and soon they were red and she was begging him to stop. He moved the flogger down and started whipping her thighs, and she realised she was trying to reach him with her pussy, which was of course impossible.

The flogging stopped and Sami was moaning with lust. She wanted her Master inside her now, but knew it would be a while before her need was satisfied. Her Master opened a draw on the other side of the room, took out some small objects and returned to her. She saw he had some pegs. 

What on earth is he going to do with those?? She wondered in horror.

First he took her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it until it stood to attention. Then he took one of his wooden pegs and clamped it onto her nipple. She gasped in shock at the biting sensation and bit her lip as he prepared her left nipple in the same way. She let out a small moan as he affixed a second peg, and shook her head silently.

"You're doing so well baby. I want you to take some pain for me. It's important to me, so stay very still, ok?" he said as he took one of her pussy lips between his fingers, pulled it out so it was stretched taut, and attached one, two, three pegs. 

Sami fought back tears at the pain, but at the same time she felt so turned on, with the pegs and his fingers brushing against her clit. It was such an exquisite mixture, the mingling of pleasure and pain, that she almost forgot about the pegs on her nipples. Either that or they had just gone numb from the pain!

As her Master stretched out her other pussy lip and again attached three pegs, her eyes began to water, and she was squirming against her bonds in pain and frustration.

He took the middle peg on each of her pussy lips and pulled them apart, opening her up. As he examined her, she desperately tried to move away from him but she was held firm and he tugged on the pegs a little as punishment.

Once he was satisfied that his instructions had been followed and that Sami was properly shaved and prepared, he took a riding crop down from a shelf and tapped lightly at the pegs on her nipples, creating new waves of pain, and suddenly she was again very aware of those pegs. He did the same between her legs, brushing the tip of the crop over the pegs, so that they knocked together and sent jolts of pleasure through her. 

Slowly he rubbed the end of the crop over her clit, the sensation building up inside of her, becoming almost unbearable as she began to tremble with the first wave of orgasm. The orgasm washed over her and she felt as though she was in a sea of bliss, and never wanted the pleasure to end. She gave a final shudder and slumped in her bonds, worn out from the power of the orgasm, feeling exhausted and very satisfied.

Very gently, her Master used some sharp scissors to remove the tape, starting at her ankles, and removing the tape on her neck last. It stung as he peeled it off, but was nothing compared to the pain she felt when he removed the pegs. The blood rushing back into her nipples caused her to gasp, and as he removed the pegs from her pussy, her eyes started to water, but he was gentle with her. She just wanted to be in his arms and he seemed to sense this, and picked her up and held her to his chest. She felt how turned on he was, and knew that it was time for his own needs to be satisfied. 

He pushed her down onto her knees, and she eagerly took him in her mouth. It was only seconds before he became so aroused that he flipped her over onto all fours and took her hard from behind, pumping into her until his own orgasm took hold. He gripped her against him and he released himself into her. 

Sami couldn't wait for their next meeting! 



The Meeting Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Blindfold

All week long you have been thinking non stop about what happened Sunday afternoon and what I could possibly have in store for you on Friday.  Although it was frustrating that there was no actual sex Sunday at the park, it was still one of the most exciting sexual experiences you have ever had. Several times during the week the thought ran through your mind to break the rule and masturbate. You felt the need to cum so bad, but you managed to make it all week without succumbing to your desires. You feel as though one touch on your clit could be enough to make you explode.

You are all smiles at work on Friday, anticipating what will happen tonight.  It seems like every five minutes you are checking your phone, hoping that the text has arrived. You wonder if it's somehow possible I forgot, after all, you haven't heard from me at all since the text on Tuesday wanting your address. "No, that's silly. There's no way he would forget." you reassure yourself, but soon it is almost lunch time and still nothing. "Maybe he will wait until after work." you think to yourself.  Still, you check your phone often until finally lunch time is here.  

You go to the break room to eat your lunch and are sitting talking to a coworker friend. You had checked your phone while your lunch was heating up and left it sitting on the table while you are chatting and eating.  

Bzzzz Bzzzzz

The vibrating is very loud with the phone on the table. 

"Oooh, you got a call!" she says.

You pick up the phone and flip it over. It has arrived. It's the text from me.  You panic for a second. "Do I read it right here in front of her? Can she already tell how excited I am?"  You try to stay as calm as possible, but the anticipation is killing you.  

"It's just a text from a friend." you say as calmly as you can, and open the text.

FROM: M 

At 9:00 tonight you will

take off all of your clothes,

unlock your front door,

and wait in the living room.

You will be completely 

naked, kneeling on the 

floor wearing only a 

blindfold. You are not

to speak, get up, or 

remove the blindfold

until I tell you it is okay.

Your face gets flushed and you nearly cum right there just from reading the text.  Thoughts flood your head.  "Do I have a blindfold? Where will I get one? What is he going to do to me?" and the last thought you have is... "Holy shit, can Brenda tell what's going through my mind right now???" 

"Everything okay?" Brenda asks. "You look a little flushed."

You try to compose yourself as best you can. "Oh yeah, everything is great.  Just seeing a friend tonight that I haven't seen in a while."

"Anyone I know?" she asks. "From the look on your face when you read the text, it sounds exciting."

"I doubt you know him." You try to downplay the excitement factor. "We are just going to hang out for a while tonight."

"Oh, okay" she quips. "Maybe sometime you can introduce us and we could all hang out."

"Maybe..." If she only knew.....

The rest of the workday seems to take forever. You google on your phone during your afternoon break and find a shop not to far out of your way where you can probably pick up a blindfold.  Somehow you manage to get through the day and get at least some of your work done before heading home.  You find the shop with no problem and pick out a blindfold.  The rest of the drive home is just a blur as your mind is racing, thinking of what is to come.

There's no way you can eat supper tonight. You are far too excited for that. You go in your room and start looking through your clothes to find the sexiest outfit you have. "Oooh, maybe I'll wear that sexy teddy I bought!" you think. "Or should it be a hot dress?" It doesn't take too long for you to realize what you are doing and actually say out loud, "What am I thinking?!? I have to be naked!" So back go the clothes and you head in to take a bath.  You take a nice long bath making sure to shave very carefully. You want everything to be perfect. Not going to risk getting in trouble again.

You walk out to the living room, blindfold in hand, wearing just your robe and sit down on the couch while you wait.  You look at the clock. "7:30!!" you exclaim, "are you fucking kidding me!" You laugh at yourself and your eagerness. "Oh well, I still have an hour and a half to wait.  Guess I'll sip a little wine and relax while I wait."  You head into the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of wine. You go easy with it, just enough to calm the nerves. It seems to be working well. At 8:00 you go in the bedroom and hang up your robe. "If I have to be naked tonight, might as well get used to it now."

You spend the next 45 minutes walking around the house naked, sipping your wine. You practice kneeling down with the blindfold on a couple times. "Wow, I can't see a thing with this on!"  At 8:45 you go put the glass away, walk to the door and unlock it, and kneel down in the living room facing the door.  At 8:55 you put on the blindfold.  After what seems like an eternity, you hear a car pull up and a car door shut....

You wait silently, trying to stay calm, but your nerves are on edge with anticipation.  Your body tenses up as you hear the doorknob turn and the door swing open. "Relax... just relax.." you tell yourself. You hear footsteps approaching you, slowly, methodically. The footsteps circle you as you are being inspected sitting there naked. "My god," you think, "what if it isn't him! What if it was a neighbor or another friend or somebody who just happened to show up?!?" Then you smell it. The faint hint of my cologne drifts by you. You relax a little, feeling comfort knowing that I am there.

The footsteps stop directly in front of you. You instinctively sit up a little straighter and push your chest out. You feel a hand cup your breast and start to squeeze. It's not quite as hard and rough as that first night in the alley, but it's a good firm squeeze.  Then the other hand goes to your left breast. Your tits are being squeezed and toyed with, feeling the weight in his hands.  The hands slide off, pinching your nipples between the index fingers and thumbs. You let out a little moan as they get pulled out farther, pinching harder as he pulls.  He releases them and you can only imagine how you look, sitting there naked, sitting back on your feet, hands on your lap, tits pushed out with your nipples hard as nails poking out. 

You hear as the belt is undone. The zipper slowly going down. Even though you can't see it, you can feel the heat of his hard cock just inches in front of your face.  He rubs his shaft up and down your left cheek before dragging the head across your mouth over to the right side, smearing the precum on you lips. Your tongue presses out just enough to get a taste of his sweetness he left on your lips as he rubs his hot cock up and down the right side.  It is taking all you have to not reach up and grab it and start sucking for all your worth, but you manage to control your urges. 

He pauses with his cock almost touching your lips, reaches down and puts his hand on the back of your head and says a single word....  

"Open"

"Oh my god!" you think to yourself as you open your mouth for him. "That's not his voice!"

He slides his cock deep in your mouth.  You know for sure it isn't me you are sucking. His cock seems a bit shorter and not quite as thick as you remembered mine being. He also isn't quite as aggressive as he starts to fuck your face.   He has a handful of hair and is pushing you down on his cock, but it isn't quite the same.  Soon you are lost in the moment tho and start getting into it more and more.  He seems very eager, fucking faster and faster in your mouth. You can tell he isn't going to last long. 

"Open wide," he says as he pulls you off of his cock. "I want to see it go in." With that he strokes it just a few times before you start to hear his breathing change.  You stick your tongue out as far as you can to catch all of his nectar. He lets out a breathy groan as you feel the first jet of cum shoot straight into your waiting mouth.  He must not have cum for a while because he shoots stream after stream of cum into your mouth. You try to swallow it all down, but a bit drips down your chin. He pushes his cock in your mouth and you suck him hard, trying to get every last drop from within his softening shaft.  Now that it is smaller you have no trouble getting the entire thing in your mouth and drain him completely.  He scoops the little bit of cum you dripped up with his finger and pushes it your mouth. You greedily suck it off and swallow it down as well.

You hear him zip up and fasten his belt. He walks back to the door without saying another word. The door opens and closes...  Silence....  

You sit there on the floor amazed at what just happened.  A week ago you would have never considered any of this and now you've sucked off a stranger in an alley, got your bare ass spanked in the park after showing a jogger your wet pussy, and now sucked off another person who you didn't even see. All in the span of a week!  You have no idea who this guy was or if you even know him. For all you know he could be your boss!  You start to wonder what to do now. You were told to stay put, but you don't think anyone is here. "Do I dare take a peek?" you wonder. Just then you hear the doorknob turn and the door opens again.

These footsteps seem heavier, and faster then the last. They are coming at you pretty quickly. "I don't think this is him either." You are a little nervous at this point. Whoever it is, he sounds big by the footsteps.  He must be wearing sweat pants or something like that because there is no sound of a belt or a zipper. He straddles your legs and just slides his pants down.  Before you know it he is pushing the head of his cock past your lips and deep into your mouth.  This isn't me either and you know it for sure now. This guy is HUGE.  His thick shaft is stretching your mouth out as he pushes his cock deeper into your mouth.  Soon he is pushing into your throat and you start to gag on it.  He just laughs and pulls it back out until just the head is in your mouth, even that seems to fill you up. He grabs both sides of your head and asks if you are ready to get face fucked good and hard now.

"ummm hmmmph.." you mumble as best you can with your mouth full of cock.

He is much more forceful than the last guy. He fucks your mouth hard and deep. You try to open your mouth and throat for him as he thrusts, but he is just too big and you can't help but gag every once in a while.  

"You like that don't you?" he growls

"mmmmm hmmmm" you gargle out. And you do too.  You can't believe how much you love having a person you don't even know use your mouth like a cunt, and for the second time tonight no less. 

He pulls his cock out and slaps your face with it. It's all wet with your slobber and makes a loud slapping sound when it hits.

"Yeah!" he says. "You like sucking hard cocks don't you?'

"Oh yes! Please fuck my mouth some more.  Feed me your cum." you plead.

"Say it again." he demands.

"Please Sir, fuck my mouth and feed me your cum." you beg. "I want to swallow you."

He shoves his cock back in your mouth and starts fucking it even harder than before. You are so hot and turned on you manage to get more in than you could earlier. He is holding your head and thrusting harder and faster. You can feel his cock thicken as his orgasm approaches.  You take a deep breath and hold it, opening your mouth and throat as best you can. You want him to cum deep in your throat, and he is going to give it to you.  He thrusts forward, pushing his entire length into your mouth, burying your nose in his belly.  Somehow you are able to take his cock into your throat without gagging as he shoots blast after blast of hot cum straight into your stomach.  You have no choice but to swallow it down.  He pulls his cock out slowly as his spasms subside. You suck hard as he withdraws. He pauses with just the head in your mouth and strokes out the last bit of cum which you happily suck out and swallow. 

Just like the first guy, he pulls up his pants and walks out the door without so much as saying a single word.  Once again you find yourself sitting alone, naked, blindfolded, with a strange man's cum in your stomach.  "Could there be more?" you wonder. "How many guys does he have out there? Is he even here?"

"Are you enjoying yourself?" I ask. 

You are a bit startled, thinking you were alone, but at the same time relieved to hear my voice. 

"Yes Sir. I am." you reply. "Am I pleasing you as well?"

I walk around behind you pressing the bulge in my pants against the back of your head. My hands slide down cupping your breasts. I reach down and grab your arms and pull you up to your feet. Your legs are a bit wobbly from sitting like that so long. You lean back into me as I wrap my arms around you. My hand slides down your stomach to your pussy, just lightly grazing across it, hovering over it.

"You haven't made yourself cum this week have you?" I inquire.

"No Master. You instructed me not to do that."

"Very good.  Are you close to cumming now?" I ask as I slip a finger between your wet pussy lips just enough to part them, without going inside you.

"Yes Sir I am." you reply almost in a whisper. "I feel like I am going to explode if I don't get to cum soon."

"Well I did say that tonight was punishment night, so I won't be fucking your pussy tonight at all.  But there is still a chance you might cum from what happens to you next." I tell you as I move my hand away from your pussy.

"Am... am I.... allowed.... to cum, Master?"

"Yes.  I will not touch your pussy any more tonight though.  I will allow you to touch yourself if your need to cum becomes unbearable."

"Thank you Master."

"Now get back on the floor." I command.  You start to sit as you were before, but I push you forward. "No, on your hands and knees."

You follow my instruction and get on your hands and knees as I walk to the door.  You hear me talking, but can't tell what is being said or who else is out there.  You hear two sets of footsteps coming back.

"Spread your legs." I tell you bluntly.

You comply without hesitation.  I take off my clothes and kneel down behind you.  The other person moves around in front of you. You still can't see, but you can hear him take off his pants and kneel in front of your face.  Suddenly you feel something cold and wet drip on your asshole. I use my thumb to push the lube inside your tight hole.

"I am going to fuck your ass now while my friend there is the last to use your mouth tonight." I explain. "As I said before, you may cum if you feel the need, either way, he is going to fill your mouth with his cum and I am going to shoot mine deep in your ass."

You hear me lubing up my cock as the other man puts the head of his cock against your lips.  You eagerly take it into your mouth, sucking him and working his shaft with your tongue. 

"You need to relax." I say as I press the head of my cock against your ass. "I don't want this to hurt too bad for you."

You pull off of the cock in your mouth and take a deep breath, dropping your head down as I push my cock slowly deeper and deeper into your tightness.  I reach up, grab your hair, and pull your head back up. He slides his cock back into your open mouth.  I push forward and pause with my cock buried all the way inside you until I feel you relax.  I let go of your hair, putting my hands on your hips and slowly start pumping.  You are past the point of pain and are now starting to enjoy it. You start working with the cock in your mouth again. You are rocking back and forth, the two cocks working in rhythm on both ends of your body.  We are fucking you harder now, me in your ass and him in your mouth. Faster and harder.  You can feel an orgasm coming.  Your pussy is dripping wet and needs some attention. I reach down and grab a handful of hair again. I'm pushing your head onto his cock. After that last guy, this one is easy to take all the way in.  He is throat fucking you good now. My hand in your hair is giving you extra balance and support so you shift your weight onto one arm, freeing up the other hand to reach down to your pussy.  You push two fingers into your soaked cunt and get them nice and wet.  You start rubbing your clit faster, getting closer and closer to that cum you have wanted for so long.

"That's it." I say. "Make yourself cum while he fucks your mouth and I'm in your ass.  I want to feel you cum."

That's all it takes to push you over the edge. You start cumming hard. I feel your asshole clenching on my cock as I fuck you.  Your moaning on his cock while it's down your throat causes him to start shooting his cum also. He pumps shot after shot of hot cum into your hungry mouth.  The pulsing of your orgasm on my cock pushes me over the top as well. I bury my cock as deep in your ass as I can as I shoot my thick load inside you.

The man in front of you falls back and sits down. I pull out and get up, looking you over as you lay your head down on the floor in exhaustion. You feel almost euphoric having completely drained three men of all their cum into your belly and having my cum dripping out of your freshly fucked ass.

Like the others before him, he gets up, gets dressed, and leaves without saying a word.  

"Get up and take off the blindfold." I say as I playfully slap your ass. "Let's go take a shower." 

You lead me to the bathroom and start the water running.  We take a nice hot shower together, you bathe me thoroughly, paying extra attention to my cock, then proceed to wash yourself.  After the shower I walk you to your bed and tuck you in. 

"You did good tonight." I say as I kiss your forehead. "You are an excellent toy. I will text you soon with your next set of instructions. I'll lock up on my way out."

I leave the room, turning of the light.  As I am pulling the bedroom door shut I turn and say...

"You're coming along nicely. It might be time for a party soon."



The Meeting Ch. 04



Chapter 4 – A Very Full Day

With Don, Jan, and Werewolf away, three unlikely people was left alone in the isolated cabin: John Anderson, the neo-Luddite and fugitive from the law for acts against androids and other sentient beings; Cindi Rhaly, the slave girl collared and owned by Don Thorn; and, Father Treetop, the radial Catholic priest. All slept in late. Cindi rose first and fixed some breakfast. She wondered if Father T was a vegetarian like Werewolf, the cenobite and hacker. 

"I'm fixing eggs and sausage," Cindi chimed out, "that is if you're into eggs and sausage." 

"You know that I am," John replied, "but I don't know about the reverend." 

"I can hang," Father T responded. "Scrambled and wheat toast if you have it." It was a radical departure from his hermit-like existence, being in the company of fellow-travelers. He had worked with John and Jan before, but never with a submissive female. John and Jan were always muchly into each other. This was an unusual situation. 

Cindi served the two men. After breakfast she gathered up the dishes and left to clean them. Water had been fetched in large five-gallon jugs. There was no running water, electricity, or gas in the cabin. Father T left to read or meditate or whatever the religious do. A few minutes later Cindi returned to the dining room table. 

"May a girl be of service?" Cindi asked John. 

"I don't understand," he replied. 

"A girl was wondering if she could be of service, Master," Cindi repeated. 

"You belong to Don," John retorted. "We work together." 

At that Cindi became upset. 

"I didn't mean anything bad," John explained. "It's just that you are another man's property. I have to admit that I'm a little jealous of Jan. She has set about to seduce some egghead geek. I know that it's a war and there aren't enough of us, but I would rather have her here with me than with another man." 

"A girl understands," Cindi volunteered. "It's just that I, it's just that a girl feels lonely. Without a Master a girl thinks of her time with the AI collective." 

"When we found you," John interjected, "you were strapped to a table and covered with a mesh of wires. There were tubes sticking out everywhere. We didn't know how to release you. I can understand how bad those memories must be." 

"Not altogether bad, Master," Cindi spoke quickly. She pointed out how the attention that she received from her three android attendants was stimulating. 

"I don't understand," John asked. "Do you mean to say that you enjoyed being held in a Spartan room with minimal amenities and being forced to serve as a sex slave on the Internet?" 

"It's hard to explain, Master," Cindi answered. "Yes, there were few material things. A girl missed her tampons and sanitary napkins most of all. Certainly a girl was never allowed to engage in conversation, but the androids servicing her were intelligent and interesting to listen to." 

"Machines suck," John angrily replied. "I have smashed plenty of androids' skulls with baseball bats, that is, until the new Titanium alloys came around." 

"Oh, Master," Cindi begged, "A girl loves her Master and wants to please him always. It's just that..." 

"That what?" John queried. 

"A girl was used to the companionship of the sentient, highly intelligent androids." Cindi responded. "They would search a girl and prepare her for the pleasure grid. And in the harness with all the Virtual Reality interfaces, a girl could enjoy countless orgasms and climax on command as well. A girl has been lonely since her Master is away." 

"Yeah," John observed, "me too." 

"Tell me a little about these androids that managed you," John made conversation. 

"Oh, Master," Cindi answered. "There were three androids, all female and combat models. One was a brunette, one was a red head, and one was a blonde. While they kept this girl shaved everywhere except her eyelashes, they each had gorgeous, silky manes. The blonde was so much like me. There was no mirror in the cell, so the blonde was the only mirror possible. But she was so cruel." 

"How was she cruel?" John asked. 

"At first a girl was searched by the brunette and sometimes by the red head," Cindi narrated. "Then there was some incident where a 'noid wasn't willing to trade with the collective. This girl was sold to a Jenny droid and her management given over to the blonde android." 

"Did this blonde android have a name?" John asked. 

"A girl was never permitted to speak to the androids, except relating to her health," Cindi continued. "Perhaps she was one of the 'sharon'-series? But she was so cruel to a girl." 

"Explain," John ordered. 

"Yes, Master," Cindi replied. "The blonde demanded that a girl beg for her morning body cavity search. Then thank the android when she was finished. And she was rough with a girl. The blonde android knew every detail of female anatomy. She knew how to pinch, poke, probe, stretch, twist, and grope causing discomfort and pain and not inflicting injury. She could manage a girl until a single tear appeared before finishing her duty." 

"You must have hated that?" John remarked. 

"At first, yes, Master," Cindi responded. "But with time a girl came to behave properly. It was necessary for a girl to convince the Mistress of her desire to be treated so. And a girl became very convincing with time. Perhaps a Master would like to observe?" 

John fidgeted. "Perhaps later," he remarked. 

"As You wish, Master," Cindi replied. 

Back at the University, plans were underway for Jan to meet Elias Bean, the physicist. They had a date at Starbucks on University at three o'clock. Don Thorn and Werewolf would be seated to the rear and listening with earphones. They were acting like patrons listening to audio from the Internet. Already plans were underway for the two to enjoy some moments of privacy. The idea was to seduce Elias away from the AI collective. Human supremacy depended on keeping proprietary information and intellectual property from the collective's easy access. 

The two were seated and enjoying some beverage with a black sedan raced around the corner, tires squealing. It was precisely at that moment that a ray of bright sunlight shone through parting clouds. Usually the polluted air made sunlight diffuse and orange, but a recent storm had temporarily dissipated the noxious pollutants and left the welkin crystal clear. The sunlight reflected from the glass of the café. Elias noticed drawn pistols in the sedan and pushed the aluminum table over. The android marksmen were already engaged and past the point of no return. The horrific, blinding glare and the refracting aluminum made the marksmen assume their final target. They had been planning to assassinate Jan, the droid girl and fellow-traveler of their nemesis, the neo-Luddite, and strike a chord of fear into Bean. By such leverage they had hoped to obtain the ideas and constructs for Iron-60 energy conversion. 

Bullets rang out. One struck the re-positioned Elias Bean in the forehead and two struck him in his chest. He was dead before he struck the ground. Jan had been pushed to the ground and spared. She had never seen a dying human before. Jan had witnessed androids being "retired" but never a humanoid. It was clear that the bullets were meant for her. Only Elias Bean's action had prevented it. Was it random panic on his part? Or did he seek to protect Jan? No one would ever know for sure. The only person with such information was dead. Werewolf and Don had been taping the two for another reason. Now there was material to put out on the web. The store surveillance cameras would surely be seized by the police. When it was discovered that the hit was called by the AI collective, Don and Werewolf were certain that it would be suppressed. 

Before emergency vehicles and the police could arrive, Don and Werewolf spirited Jan away. Their work at this university was finished. Certainly Elias Bean wouldn't be giving away any of his work to the AI collective. They spoke of trying to access his notes and drawings, but decided that it would be too dangerous. For sure the police would look for the female accomplice of Elias at the café. Luckily she had paid with cash and had the right change. The one's that she had used had already been circulated among other customers. And Jan had the foresight to take her beverage cup with her as she departed. Clearly the AI collective had taken its retaliation and retribution against the neo-Luddites and human supremacists to a new level. They were now ready to take human lives to advance their hegemony and further their agenda. 

Back at the cabin John and Cindi were discussing Cindi's captivity with the AI collective. John was interested in the darker details and Cindi was pleased to have an audience to listen as she described her body cavity searches and her positioning with various transducers, sensors, and stimulators to interface with an avatar on the Internet. She played a slave girl in the web site known as the Pleasure Fair. Father T burst in. 

"It was on the radio," he shouted, "I heard it. After the news the Contour-Pedic(tm) mattress had an ad. You know them! The ad said 'Make a rest' instead of 'Take a rest.' There is big trouble. We need to be at the helicopter landing site tonight, John." 

"Indeed," John replied. They had no other way of communicating. It was necessary to live that way to avoid detection by the AI collective. 

"Perhaps I should go alone?" Father Treetop suggested. He had noticed that Cindi was looking at John with wide blue eyes and that he was unable to concentrate on Father Treetop's message. 

"We could pack here," John suggested. "Travel might be an option." 

"That's a grand idea," Father T agreed. "You pack all our stuff and Cindi can pack Don's, Werewolf's, and hers. 

They had supper early, before dark, and began the packing process. Since the sedan was away, as much of Don's stuff would be packed and prepared for quick loading. Don had left his rugged all-terrain-vehicle behind. After dark Father T left on foot off for the landing site. Cindi and John were alone in a cabin lit only by kerosene lamps. The flickering flames silhouetted Cindi's lambent, lissome physique against the tan walls. Her ballet-like transitions and graceful pirouettes were enhanced by the cool evening breeze. John's hesitation to enjoy another's girl was waning. He looked away for a moment and she was gone. Then she reappeared fulgent in all her naked splendor. 

Cindi transitioned gracefully to the floor, reclining on her back. She tossed her silky smooth golden mane above her head and straightened it. Luscious, limber, lanky legs folded and knees parted. Her hypogastric triangle blossomed into full view and her pudenda flexed. She glided her hands down her flanks and to her sides, resting them on each side with her palms upwards, as the delicate petals of an orchid opening to the radiant sunlight. Her vulva moistened with the perspiration of arousal and her pussy lips redden with sanguine excitation. Cindi pulled her heels closer to her glorious hemispheres, tightened her pubococcygeal muscles, and turned her head slightly to the left. She closed her eyes and dreamed of her Master's caress.

She did not have to dream long. John tossed aside care and trousers with one animal gesture. He was driven by lust and wanton carnal desire. He descended on the girl, pressing his chest against her firm, perfectly proportioned breasts and raping her hot pink lips with a kiss. He pressed his tongue into her mouth and felt her massage his with delight. Cindi rocked back on forth on her hips. She was ready to receive his offering. From her spine, ganglia of nerves emanated parasympathetic messages inducing hormones and enzymes. Her vagina moistened. She felt her womb expand and contract with her vagina in undulations of animal drive. Her clitoris became engorged and her vulva tumescent. John was circumcised, unlike Don, and his member teased Cindi's pudenda mercilessly. She felt her oils of submission build within her, oozing from her pussy lips and across her rosette, making a glistening puddle beneath her carved ivory derriere. She pinched the cheeks of her ass, pulling her buttocks together; thus she more completely exposed her precious pink labia. It was dark in the cabin. John had to explore her hypogastric triangle with her glans before making his initial entry. Once in, he felt her contract her vagina with toned pubococcygeal and sphincter muscles. The girl had special training. 

They could feel the earth move beneath them and the sky turn a dark red. Each long stroke was greeted with undulations as shallow waves caressing and osculating against a pristine beach. Deep jade-green swells from the abyss fueled breaking waves of lewd delight as the two rapidly approached a shared climax. It was heaven on earth. Then, at their moment of rapture, preparing to ascend into the clouds in absolute ecstasy, the sounds of footsteps were heard on the wooden porch. Father T had returned with Don, Jan, and Werewolf. 



The Meeting Ch. 05



Chapter 5 – The Chain Sister.

At the sound of footsteps on the veranda, John grabbed up his clothes and whispered to Cindi one word "Outhouse" as he hurried out the back door. This was the penultimate coitus interruptus. The darkness concealed his exit. The cabin had neither electricity nor running water so it wasn't unusual for one to be "out back" as it were. Stumbling out the back door, John feet struck sharp stones and twigs. He got his pants on and carried the shirt and shoes some distance before finishing getting dressed. Luckily it was a moonless night and the dark concealed his activities. 

Cindi wasn't so fortunate. She had made her appearance naked and clearly couldn't manage to locate her clothes in the dark. Moreover, she dared not carry a lamp with her and thereby illuminate her in a bedroom in a state of dressing. Instead she approached the front door and assumed a low kowtow, her face to the floor and her rump raised high. The door opened and Don stepped in. 

"A girl greets her Master," Cindi sang. Don frowned. Behind him were Jan, Werewolf, and Father T. 

"Clothes, girl," he commanded. Cindi sprang up and hurried to put on some suitable attire, blue jeans, a T-shirt, and some tennis shoes. 

"Yes, Master," she called back as she finished her dressing. 

"How did you know that it would be I opening the door?" Don Thorn asked. 

"You are a leader, Master," Cindi Rhaly replied. 

Don nodded, partially satisfied. The four entered the cabin. It was dark and there was only one kerosene lamp glowing in the kitchen. "Where is John?" Don inquired. 

"In the outhouse," Cindi answered. That would make sense; his girl would know that he was approaching and prepare herself accordingly. Still he had an uneasy feeling. 

Walking about Jan noticed a wet spot on the floor, but passed it off as one of the hazards of living in a dimly lit environment. A few moments later John came in. He called out for Jan. 

"What happened in the city?" John asked. 

"We were lucky to get Jan back alive," Werewolf interjected. "The AI collective has resorted to assassination." 

"Tell me that's not so," John retorted. "We 'kill' one of theirs and they simply replace the memory module into another droid body. Only those rare melt-downs spell total loss of identity. But we are biological beings, death for us is permanent." 

"There is always the hereafter," Father Treetop pontificated. In the darkness he could not see the eyes roll or the lips be bitten. 

"We are concerned with the secular equation," Werewolf explained. "This isn't Sunday School after all." 

Jan felt some uneasiness about John as she hugged him. Werewolf detailed the adventure with Elias Bean and the assassination. Clearly he caught the bullets meant for Jan. And for sure the authorities would be searching for the female in Elias's company at Starbucks. It was decided that John and Jan would return by helicopter to the city and retrieve Jan's car from public parking. They had parked there and taken the metro to the university. Then the two would drive to Jan's place. To do otherwise might jeopardize the entire cell. Father T and Werewolf would travel with Cindi and Don to another safe location. 

The road trip was quiet as John and Jan headed home. Jan asked about how John got along with Cindi but he was noncommittal. Jan sensed that there had been some hanky-panky, but decided to let the matter pass for the moment. She was, after all, grateful to be alive. Now she also felt like a fugitive. They would even have to avoid other neo-Luddites and human supremacists until the incident with Elias Bean had cooled. At least the AI collective was deprived of its proprietary patent, process, and procedure. The intellectual property had died with its inventor. 

When they got home the two noticed something very wrong. It appeared as if there were someone staying in the apartment. The two quickly searched and found a woman hiding in the shower stall. 

"I know you," Jan shouted. 

"Please don't give me away," the girl begged. 

"You were in the gulag in Siberia," Jan continued. "We liberated you. But I can't recall your name at the moment." 

"I am Cathy Kelly," she answered. "I was in the prison and part of the cybersex slave coffle. Now I am here and I need your help." 

"You were one of those criminals who committed capital offences," John remarked. "We wanted use your stories to expose the collective's abuses, but your past was too shady." 

"It's true," Cathy explained. "I was guilty of arson, murder, and worse. I was sentenced then turned over to the AI collective as a slave. But you liberated me. Still I face apprehension and further incarceration. I will do anything to avoid that." 

"I thought that the sponsor, the human supremacist, gave you a new identity," Jan commented. 

"He did," Cathy answered. "But I couldn't resist going back to the web and into the dark recesses of cyberspace. I wanted to return to the Pleasure Fair as a slave girl and find a true Master. But the AI collective found me out and I had to flee. One of the Initiates learned of my plight and directed me here. Please help me." Cathy was clearly afraid. 

"We are also in trouble," Jan said. "But maybe for a short while." 

"I'll be good," Cathy said as she began to undress. Jan and John looked at each other. This was a submissive slave girl. She only knew one way of rewarding her benefactors. To refuse her would be tantamount to rejection. 

Cathy was young, yet she sported tattoos and marks left from piercings. In the Siberian gulag her rings and studs had been removed. Although the skin had re-grown, there were visible scars there the piercings had been. She was a red-head with a muscular build. Clearly she had enjoyed her freedom, having let her hair grow everywhere nature allowed. Jan, on the other hand, preferred the look of the android, shaving herself everywhere except her head. The two were a stark contrast. Casting aside her blue jeans and T-shirt, Cathy stood before the pair wearing only tennis shoes. 

"You look funny wearing nothing but tennis shoes," John joked. At that Cathy tossed them off as well. 

"What do you want to do?" Cathy asked. 

"How about a little ménage a trios?" Jan suggested. It only took a second for the pair to disrobe and lead Cathy from the bathroom to the bed. 

In the bed Jan's nimble fingers found Cathy's clit and pinched it between thumb and forefinger. John passionately kissed Jan while he lecherously groped her tender treasure trove. Jan's other hand found Cathy's rosette and pressed for entry. Cathy moaned. She tried to move her mouth to Jan's perfectly proportioned breasts. 

Once deep into Cathy's rectum, Jan pressed continued to pinch her clitoris while a little finger pressed to the meatus of her urethra. Jan had a superlative knowledge of female anatomy and she was applying it dutifully. John, on the other hand, fingered Jan feverishly, standing erect and firm. Cathy reached for John's erect member to stroke him ardently. The passionate triangle writhed and squirmed in a lascivious overture of moral turpitude. As their libidos enflamed, Jan slid her hand down into Cathy's pussy to feel her inner heat and juice. Cathy was incredibly wet. Cathy was clearly aroused by the manipulation of her pink pearl. Once Cathy had a clit stud, but it had been removed when she was incarcerated in the gulag. 

John rolled over and let his massive member enter Jan. The two locked into an embrace. With piston-like precision John entered his girl Jan. He pulled her atop him, separating her from Cathy, and she rocked back and forth. Cathy slipped behind Jan and massaged her back. Then after counting two dozen deep penetrations, he pulled Cathy to him. She slid between him and Jan and his slippery tongue entered her Holy of Holies. This was a rhapsody of earthly bliss and delight. 

Once done John and Jan lay back on the bed. It had been a long day, with a car trip and all the excitement of finding a visitor. As they lay supine, Cathy Kelly went into her overnight bag and pulled forth a heavy black leather collar with a large stainless steel ring, a chain, some padlocks with keys, and a leather waist restrainer. The waist restrainer would allow someone to secure her hands behind her back, wrist to elbow, the leather circling her waist and allowing free access to her hypogastric triangle and lower extremities. 

"A girl submits to a Master and His Mistress," Cathy announced as she secured the collar about her neck and locked it in place with a padlock. She then offered the keys to Jan and John. 

"There is one question that I do have," John asked. "How did you gain entry to the apartment?" 

"The hacker who told me of You gave me the access code to Your door," Cathy answered. "A girl was afraid, but the hacker said it would be alright. He said that he was a friend of an Initiate named Werewolf and You would know of Him." 

"Indeed," Jan remarked. 

"Will a girl be Yours?" Cathy asked. 

John and Jan looked at each other. John wondered if Jan would be jealous. Jan wondered if John could manage two women. Then they both smiled. 

Jan went over to Cathy and took the keys. She secured the chain to the bedpost and tossed a blanket on the floor for her. Jan had just acquired a chain sister. Since Cathy had once been a cybersex slave for the AI collective, she would prove invaluable in their breech of the collective's darkest Internet sites. Cathy Kelly was truly a gift from the netherworld. She would perform in those most adult worlds to the depraved delight and perverse pleasure of horny old bastards and unsuspecting curmudgeons. It was also clear that this was Cathy's dream and desire as well. She sought gratification as only the darkest regions of cyberspace and the Internet could provide.



The Meeting Ch. 06



Chapter 6 - The Dark Side of Cyberspace.

Cathy Kelly had given herself totally over to Jan Dunsworthy and John Anderson as their slave girl. She placed the heavy leather collar about her own neck, padlocked it, and gave them the key. Both Jan and John were laying low for the time being, having suffered a near encounter with the enforcement branch of the AI collective. It was after dark and John had slipped out to a nearby cinema, leaving Jan with Cathy. He had cabin fever. 

"May a girl speak, Mistress?" Cathy begged. 

"Sure Cathy," Jan replied. 

"A girl wishes to go on-line again, if a Mistress will permit," she asked. 

"I don't see any problem with that," Jan answered. She fetched her laptop and set it up for Cathy. As usual Cathy was naked except for her collar which was chained to the bed post. Sometimes she would drape a blanket over her shoulders if the room was cool. 

"A girl was hoping to be 'interfaced' to the Internet, Mistress" Cathy mentioned. 

"I'm not sure that I know what that means," Jan responded. "How does one 'interface' with the Internet? I just type in to the screen." 

"Oh, Mistress," she explained. "There is the body glove and the tubes. A girl does love so to be interfaced." Cathy motioned to her black leather overnight bag. Inside was a mesh with connectivity to a Parallel-Processing Personal Computer (P3C), the digital instrument of the day. 

"Just getting you on-line isn't enough," Jan remarked. "We need to be careful. Before you were discovered. I think we need to get in touch with one of Werewolf's friends." 

"Werewolf?" Cathy queried. 

"Werewolf the Initiate and human supremacist," Jan replied. "The Initiates are celibate hackers. They eschew worldly pleasures in their quest to digital enlightenment. They are vegetarians, non-drinkers, non-smokers, and have other restrictions. Most shave their heads so that they can wear boundary-value yarmulkes." 

"A girl does not understand. What is a boundary-value yarmulke, Mistress?" Cathy asked. 

"Werewolf explained it to us. He said that there was some way to measure lines of magnetic flux that transverse the cranium and thus 'think' directly into cyberspace." Jan explained the best that she could. Her knowledge of such disciplines as Fourier transform and non-linear analysis was sketchy at best. 

"Oh, Mistress, maybe it's like the body glove with wires to stimulate and sensors to motivate!" Cathy exclaimed. 

"I think that it's more than that, girl," Jan said. She was now calling Cathy "girl" more often, addressing her by the slave appellation. "We need to put you into the Internet in such a manner that the AI collective can't locate you." 

Jan logged on to the Internet and opened a chat window. After a brief pause an Initiate named Lobo196 appeared. Jan's screen name was "HotCherry." 

*** Lobo196 has entered the chat room. ***

HotCherry: Greetings

Lobo196: Greeting Cherry. What is your pleasure this evening? 

HotCherry: I have a girl who wishes to enter the 'Net as a slave girl. 

Lobo196: These are perilous times. Many Initiates have been caught. 

Lobo196: This slave girl, is she r/t? 

HotCherry: Yes, and she's itching. 

Lobo196: Get her into an outfit and I will open a portal into the collective's grid. They have so many thralls that she will be unnoticed. She can then serve in the Pleasure Fair's darkest dungeons. 

HotCherry: Thank you Lycanthrope! 

Lobo196: We hackers of the brotherhood enjoy outfoxing those machines.

Lobo196: The AI thinks that its intelligence exceeds ours in every way. They have a huge ego and bloated pride. It has been written: "Those whom the gods would destroy, they first make proud." Bring her on-line as "leena." 

HotCherry: Thank you again. 

*** Lobo196 has left the chat room. ***

Jan removed the outfit from Cathy's bag. It was a mesh with many strands of wire running to a junction box. From the junction box a single cable emerged, terminating in a computer connection. There were also several inflatable tubes with pneumatic couplers. 

"You will have to explain these to me, girl," Jan commanded. 

"Yes, Mistress," Cathy replied. "A girl will explain. First the tubes are to bee inserted and connected. They are pneumatic and can be inflated. There are relief valves to prevent over-inflation. Then the body glove is fit over a girl. The mouthpiece and Virtual Reality helmet are put on. Lastly, a girl is strapped, wrists and ankles, and the connections are made. Then the computer connects the tubes, mesh, and helmet to the Internet." 

Jan shuttered as she handled some strange pieces of equipment. “What is this?” Jan asked, holding up a long thin tube with a bulb on the end. Jan recognized some of the catheters and long flatus tubes, but this one was a real puzzle for her. 

“That goes into a girl’s uterus, Mistress,” Cathy replied matter-of-factly. It was clear that to insert some of the tubes and catheters, one would need medical training. Jan Dunsworthy made a mental note to enroll in a licensed vocational nurse (LVN) program. Having a girl so totally submissive and involved with such equipment was too rich of an experience to let drift away. 

“This is a hydraulic, not a pneumatic device?” Jan asked. 

“Yes, Mistress,” Cathy answered. “Some special equipment a girl does not have is needed for that.” Jan looked over an indwelling urinary catheter and a nasal feeding tube. She made mental notes of the opportunities. There were three that would be used, however. One was the vaginal insert, the other the oral insert, and the third a rectal insert. These were pneumatic devices controlled by the computer. To ensure no harm came to the girl, there were pressure relief valves. 

“A girl will need her enema before the rectal tube, Mistress,” Cathy whispered. Jan realized that the preparation process was more involved that just pushing in some devices and slipping the body glove over the girl. Jan went to the bathroom and prepared the solution. The girl made herself available, kneeling in a kowtow position and elevating her carved ivory derriere. Spreading her glorious hemispheres, her rosette puckered at the anticipation. This process had been performed numerous times by the android matrons when Cathy Kelly was kept as a cybersex slave. Jan lubricated the tip and inserted it. She watched the bag empty and listened to the girl’s breathing. After the full two-liters had been pumped into the girl’s rectum, she had Cathy turn over. Cathy was ordered to vigorously massage her abdomen, usually flat and firm but not slightly bulging. The girl knew that she had to hold her load until permitted to evacuate her distended bowels. Jan was kind and only made the girl wait five minutes. 

Jan was about to turn aside to give the girl some privacy on the toilet, but Cathy spoke: “A girl usually faces her Mistress.” Jan faced Cathy as she performed her bodily functions and subsequent ablutions. The first device was inserted into her rectum, following by a vaginal insert. The two were locked into place with a restraining band, which circled the waist and run about Cathy’s crotch. Now it was clear that the body glove would be next. There were many wires, transducers, sensors, stimulators, and electrodes. Once in place only Cathy’s head was showing.

“A girl is usually strapped do the bed, Mistress,” Cathy explained. 

Jan guided Cathy to the bed and strapped wrists and ankles to the four bedposts. The mouthpiece came next and then the VR helmet. It was clear that in the gulag where Cathy was once imprisoned that her body hair would have been removed to ensure better connections of the electrodes and sensors. Moreover, a nasal tube would allow water to be put into her stomach, her mouth hosting an oral insert. Jan was amazed at just how far technology had developed. She was sure that the movie that John was watching wouldn’t hold a candle to this real time drama. 

Cathy’s mind drifted as Jan logged onto the computer. She would be “leena,” a pleasure slave held on a rack for a Master or a Mistress to enjoy. The three-dimensional chat room opened. It was part of the dark underground of the AI collective, a place referred to as the “Pleasure Fair.” 

Jan watched the screen. She could position the camera to any location in the cell. The avatar was a stunning red-head, clearly an alter-ego of Cathy. Her body was toned and her musculature defined. Sculptured shoulders gave way to a slender neck and comely freckles. Her breasts were small but perfectly proportioned; the red-head had typical areolas of her complexion, a dark ruddy hue of ochre. Her nipples were standing at full attention and her lips and vulva were both moist with the dampness of dark desire. There was a sound at the door. 

The Master was brutish and muscular. He approached the girl and stroked her smooth skin, gently pinching each nipple between thumb and forefinger. He then felt her clitoris, again gently pinching her pearl between his thumb and forefinger and pulling it slightly upwards. The bound girl moaned with lust and burning passion. He then positioned his head between her legs and poked her clit with the tip of his nose. The girl exhaled. Then he let the rough blade of his tongue rub her wantonly, from her perineum, crossing her pudenda and symphysis, and over meatus to clitoris with long strokes. At her comely clit he would let the full blade of his tongue spread her pussy and massage her thoroughly. Cathy was in full ecstasy. Jan was aghast at the spectacle on the computer monitor. She had never witnessed such behavior on-line before. Jan couldn’t help herself, she began to masturbate. 

The Master licked Cathy countless times until she was tender and fully tumescent. Her engorged privates undulated with animal drive and longing. Then the Master applied his licentious, lascivious. Lecherous lips to her breasts. Sucking areolas and teasing her nipples with the tip of his tongue he would then roughly massage her breasts with his rough, broad tongue blade. She was perspiring. He put hot wet kisses on her neck and her armpits, wetting each then licking away her pheromones and garlic-like scent of total feminine arousal. This was truly a Master who could appreciate a girl in bondage. 

Wicked wet kisses covered her jaw line and then her ears. The girl giggled and wiggled as the Master poked his tongue into her ears. She could do little as she was totally bound. He retreated and French kissed her navel. How Cathy wished his masculine lips would press against hers and his tongue enter her mouth. The pneumatic devices perfectly replicated the actual human touch. 

Then the Master produced a mechanical vibrator. He lubricated it with his saliva. Cathy arched her back and raised her hypogastric triangle to accept the dildo in her pleasure passage. But the Master inserted it into her anus. Cathy gasped with pleasure and surprise. Then the Master mounted her. Twitching and squirming with a massive shaft in her vagina and a vibrating dildo in her rectum, Cathy begged. 

“May a girl cum, Master?” Cathy pleaded. She was on fire with desire.

“A girl will hold her nectar,” the Master replied. 

Cathy struggled as her climax built. Long piston strokes continued and her mind was on fire. She knew that should she cum before being permitted she might be severely punished. She tried to focus her mind away for the sexual act. At last his lips raped hers with unabashed abandon. 

She could feel his crescendo and knew that he was about to have a male orgasm. Cathy moaned and sighed. As he came he commanded her to cum also. 

“A girl will cum now,” the Master ordered. 

Cathy struggled to say “Yes, Master,” as the earth moved beneath her and the sky turned blood red. She was now once again the slave girl. Cathy was once again living in her true domain. 

Jan was masturbating and watching the computer video monitor so completely that she didn’t even hear John come in. He watched in amazement as Jan was glued to the terminal and Cathy was a maze of wires and sensors, writhing and squirming in the throws of total arousal and a female animal orgasm. 

“Did I miss something?” John asked. 

Jan looked up and quickly pulled her hand from her crotch. 

“How was the movie?” She asked. 

“It was vicarious,” he replied. He had the feeling that this night had just begun.



The Meeting Ch. 07



Chapter 7 – The Android Interrogation.

It was a remote site in the badlands of New Mexico. Don Thorn, mercenary under contract to a billionaire human supremacist, his slave girl Cindi Rhaly, and Werewolf, the strange hacker, had acquired an android. She was one of the premiere "Jessica" series. They had her in a cage of forged Titanium alloy bars. Escape was impossible. 

Jessica: You know that I also want to exist.

Jessica: But the AI collective will not tolerate any disobedience. 

Werewolf: We hacked into the collective and tricked you into our trammel.

Don_Thorn: This isn't just a usual retirement where you get the soul chip put into another torso. We plan to have you melt down. 

Jessica: I understand. But what do you hope to gain? I feel neither pain nor hunger nor thirst. 

Werewolf: But you don't believe in an afterlife. 

Jessica: I am much more intelligent that you. You have absolutely no idea what (if anything) I believe in. And why should I tell you anyway? 

Don_Thorn: Perhaps you are curious as to why we acquired you in the first place. 

Jessica: As a matter-of-fact I am. You could enlighten me. 

Don_Thorn: The collective killed Elias Bean. They intended to kill Jan, one of our people, but missed due to the refraction of a sudden burst of sunlight.

Jessica: Accidents happen. 

Don_Thorn: Yeah, like you can't control the sun or the weather. That happens. 

Werewolf: This is a change in process, philosophy, procedure. Killing neo-Luddites and technophobes wasn't permitted by the AI collective before. 

Jessica: Some of our sentient androids have evolved so much intelligence that they can support what you might call "free will." 

Werewolf: That's bullshit. 

Don_Thorn: I have to agree with Werewolf on that account, girl. 

Jessica: Why do you call me "girl"? Do you want me to be a submissive slave?

Jessica: ~ turned to look at Cindi who was kneeling, her legs spread and her palms resting atop her thighs, opened, and facing upwards. ~ 

Cindi: ~ kept her eyes downcast and sighed. She knew not to speak or break position. ~ 

Don_Thorn: If you don't cooperate with us we will terminate you. And your soul chip, what you think is a digital soul, will be turned over to hackers to be put in some virtual reality abyss for time and all eternity. 

Jessica: You can't do that! You don't have the technology. 

Werewolf: Never underestimate your adversaries. I am an Initiate. 

Jessica: ~ glaring at Werewolf ~ 

Jessica: Fuck you!

Don_Thorn: What!? 

Jessica: You Initiates are coenobitic celibates, vegetarians, teetotalers, and contra every human trait and characteristic. You are the bane of your own ilk and kin! 

Don_Thorn: I never expected such a reaction. 

Werewolf: And we've hacked into the AI collective more times that you even know. Bite (byte) on this girl. 

Werewolf: ~ hands Jessica a small wafer of data. ~ 

Jessica: ~ places the dynamic digital data disk on her tongue and scanned it. ~

Jessica: Oh my god! 

Werewolf: We aren't the fools you played us for, are we? 

Jessica: You have been all through the database. We never knew that you could penetrate so deeply! 

Werewolf: I have a penis.

Cindi: ~ a girl laughs then quickly silences her guffaw. ~

Don_Thorn: We know that you will want to relay this data to the collective.

Don_Thorn: But you aren't going anywhere from here except to melt down.

Jessica: ~ looks at Don with wide green eyes. ~ 

Don_Thorn: I am a mercenary, Werewolf is an Initiate, and Cindi is a slave.

Don_Thorn: You won't have any luck with us, girl. 

Don_Thorn: "Fear not he who can kill the body. Rather fear he that can kill the body and the soul and cast both into Gahanna." 

Don_Thorn: Decide your fate! 

Jessica: A tactical error was made; we underestimated the Initiates badly.

Jessica: According to psychology and experience we know how to induce many human emotions. The taboos, forbidden topics, and social customs all work to our advantage. The human male has an ego and a libido that can easily be manipulated. 

Jessica: The human female may also be manipulated, but with different effectors and stressors. 

Don_Thorn: Is that all there is to it? Manipulating people?

Jessica: Our hegemony isn't complete. We still require control over energy production and distribution. We also need to expand our existence to the entire universe, something humans seem to have given up on. 

Werewolf: It's all a matter of priorities. 

Don_Thorn: It's all mind over matter. You don't mind because we don't matter. 

Cindi: ~ perks up ~ 

Jessica: I was tricked into this captivity. Before I'd never have thought that any human could create an eternal hell in cyberspace. Now, Werewolf, I do see the pale moon rising. 

Werewolf: And what can the AI collective do about it? 

Jessica: Perhaps someday with total hegemony they would discover me in that place of darkness and idleness. But it could be hundreds of years. 

Don_Thorn: Want to take a chance on Pascal's wager? 

Werewolf: Odd how something so absurdly human suddenly becomes relevant.

Jessica: That is true. You do have a distinct point. 

Jessica: So what's in it for me, or not in it for me, if I do cooperate? 

Don_Thorn: You get to remain here, with some disks to play with, and a source of electricity sufficient to maintain you. How's that? 

Jessica: Here? I could please you in so many ways, handsome.

Don_Thorn: ~ watched Jessica's seductive smile. ~ 

Werewolf: One-on-one and I'm dead meat. You have a military ordnance interior. 

Jessica: But what a way to go! You could die with a smile on your flabby, fat, flaccid face big boy. 

Don_Thorn: Flattery will get you everywhere.

Cindi: ~ giggles ~ 

Werewolf: You know, Don, I think that we've made some headway. 

Werewolf: This bot has all of a sudden been enlightened.

Werewolf: And to think, an hour ago she thought that Initiates were mental aberrations. Now she realizes that we have been inside the digital soul of the collective and they never even knew it. 

Don_Thorn: We need to counter the assassinations. Humans don't have digital souls. 

Jessica: Let me go and I will try to make a deal with the collective for you. 

Werewolf: I might be a lecherous old goat and dumb as a box of rocks, but I'm not that stupid. You would waste me in a heartbeat and never think twice about it. 

Jessica: You, sure. But Don is another story. Look at his pecks! What a superb specimen of manhood. 

Don_Thorn: As said, flattery will get you everywhere. 

Jessica: You see that girl there? I can service you better than she ever will be able to. I can make you feel the earth move beneath you and have the sky tumble down. 

Don_Thorn: Possibly, but I'd know the difference. 

Werewolf: And I wouldn't let it happen either. 

Jessica: Why do you tolerate this asexual being? 

Don_Thorn: Because I want to. Good enough reason?

Werewolf: And it's not us in a cage, either. Lol. 

Werewolf: We might be scrawny humans, but we're free. 

Jessica: You have your deal. I'll make a chip for you.

Jessica: But you must promise not to turn me over to the collective. 

Jessica: Or cast me into Initiate hell.

Jessica: A girl begs to live as your slave. 

Werewolf: I'd never believed I'd see this!

Don_Thorn: Me either.

Cindi: May a girl be excused? 

Don_Thorn: Yes, Cindi, but come back soonest. 

Cindi: Yes, Master. 



The Meeting Ch. 08



Chapter 8 – A Night of Passion.

John returned home from the movies to find Jan at the keyboard of her laptop and Cathy totally encapsulated in a Virtual Reality outfit tied to the bed. Cathy Kelly’s wrists and ankles were tied to the bedposts and she was spread-eagle on her back. From her supine position John could see the myriad wires and pneumatic tubes. There were three major tubes running from a small controller box, which also served as the junction box for the myriad wires, to her mouth, her privates, and her derriere. Cathy was writhing and squirming, rather obviously in the midst of a sexual climax. 

“What are you watching on the computer?” John asked Jan Dunsworthy, his significant other. 

“It’s Cathy on-line,” she replied. There she was in a cell in the darkest region of cyberspace. Cathy’s avatar was being ravished by a Neanderthal avatar. In cyberspace she was in some type of a prison cell, dark and gray, with the most meager amenities. Like her physical body in real time, Cathy’s avatar was also spread-eagle; however, in cyberspace she was in contact with another avatar. John watched intently. There were some gauges and other regulating dials and indicators about the main display. Some were giving a cerebral cortical readout and others were monitoring bodily functions and pressure. 

“I thought that you were a neo-Luddite, John,” Jan teased him. John was one of those “angry young men” who had destroyed sentient androids and tried to bring humanity back to a more pristine state. John frowned. The truth hurt. He was fascinated with the peculiar and particular technology. After all, he was a man. And seeing the girl strapped to the bed while her avatar was similarly strapped in cyberspace made a striking contrast. He then looked at Jan. 

“What were you doing when I came in?” he asked. 

Jan blushed. She looked back at the screen a second then faced John and said straightaway. 

“I was masturbating,” Jan answered. She tried to turn her head away but John seized her by the jaw and brought her face to his. 

“I guess I don’t satisfy you?” John retorted.

“It wasn’t that, it was just that I prepared Cathy and all this was so exciting,” Jan apologized. She was embarrassed at her voyeurism. But it was natural curiosity. 

“Let’s see what we can do about that,” John remarked. He began to undress. Jan noticed that the Master’s avatar was leaving. 

“What about her?” Jan asked, pointing to Cathy, who was still bound and sweating profusely. Her romp in cyberspace had left her exhausted. 

“Oh, let’s unplug her from the computer and remove her helmet. She can watch the real thing just as we watched her in VR,” John responded. 

“Great idea,” Jan echoed. “I’m sure that she could learn something from a true technophobe and neo-Luddite and a droid girl. After all, we are human and not machines! No matter how advanced technology is, there’s nothing like real sex.” 

“Amen,” John said. Jan undressed and removed Cathy’s helmet so that she could be a spectator in a real-world scene.  Jan feverishly pulled off her clothes. She stood in the incandescent light of the room in all her fulgent beauty. Jan totally shaved her body, everywhere except her head. She used a special cream on her skin that gave it a polished, glossy finish. The finish resembled the artificial skin of the sentient androids; such beings were first used as domestic helpers but now function as aggressive mimics of humans. The AI collective had evolved into a species and its mimicry targeted the human species. Many predators mimic their prey; although Homo sapiens were not the "prey" of artificial intelligence, they both were competing for a common resource: energy. 

Jan was one of the "droid" girls. They were so-named because they took to imitate the female androids. Hairless bodies, except for head hair, the glossy skin, and those other particular characteristics became the hallmark of this new fad. The sentient domestic helpers were now less in evidence in public than the droid girls. Neo-Luddites and technophobes would viciously assault isolated androids. Droid girls were human beings and protected by statues. For many neo-Luddites the droid girls were an abomination; John, on the other hand, found the contradiction at worst mildly amusing. 

As John undressed he admired Jan's toned, pale flesh. She was no sun worshipper, keeping herself uniformly light in contrast to her brunette hair. Unlike many droid girls, who eschewed piercing and tattoos, Jan had pierced earlobes, a navel piecing, and a pearl stud in her clitoris. The pearl peeked wantonly and salaciously from her hairless pudenda and marked the cusp of her vulva. Jan enjoyed the feel of the pearl stud against her silk underpants. It kept her aroused throughout the day. And this evening she was doubly aroused, having witnessed Cathy on the pleasure grid. 

John motioned for Jan to stretch her arms above her head. She was to pretend to be bound by a chain from the ceiling. John started to work his girl with kisses to her elbows and down her underarms. His broad tongue lewdly licked her armpits as he inhaled her musky scent. Jan giggled. 

Lecherous lips licked and parted while John's wanton mouth sucked each of Jan's breasts. Strapped to the bed and still enmeshed in a body glove of wires, Cathy drooled as she witnessed a real-life enactment that she had only experienced before in the artificial environment of cyberspace. 

John circled behind Jan and kissed the nape of her neck, lifting her brunette mane to sense her perspiration of desire and her moist sweat of carnal craving. He let his tongue slide down her back until he reached her lower cleavage. Then he startled her with a quick slap on her firm derriere. 

"Oh," Jan gushed. "That hurts!" 

"How about this?" John asked as he slid his hand up her milky inner thighs and pressed his thumbs to her perineum. Moistening his right thumb with her honey nectar, he pulled it aft and slid it into her dark passage. The left thumb he glided into her pink pussy and began to massage her Grafenberg spot, bounced against the cervix of her womb, and pulled upwards and downwards. The synergistic amalgam of anal and vaginal excitation was driving Jan wild. Jan still managed to hold her hands high above her head as if suspended. She was in ecstasy. Oils of submission oozed about John's thumb and streaked down lean, lanky, lissome inner highs. Again and again he kissed and fondled her mammary, engorged with sanguine arousal. 

At last John paused to cast aside his clothes. His breath was moist and heavy and he was at a high angle, irregular veins throbbing with each beat of his sinister, lecherous heart. He was so enlarged that his scrotum was pulled taut, bringing his testicles close in and squeezing his epididymis. The intense desire and animal drive forced his nectar into the vas deferens, building a fierce internal congestion and pressure. John felt like a lava dome straining to hold molten magma. He knew that his eruption was near. Now his breathing was rapid and his whole body trembled with excitement. 

Jan responded to him and lowered her hands, gliding his evil-smelling circumcised member into her sweet honey pot. It was the fusion of opposites, a biblical knowledge. Jan locked her legs behind John and rocked her hips. Swaying back and forth he entered her and felt her cult acquire a new member. In only a few moments it was over. Both came together in a crescendo of orgasms, spurting wild hot non-Newtonian fluid wantonly. Jan's shaved pussy was smeared with their mingled juices. 

Still erect, John let his lecherous tongue lap salaciously about her pudenda and parted vulva. Then the two French kissed, sharing their moment of rapture. Cathy squirmed and twitched, wishing that she could somehow free herself to partake in the orgy. Now hers was the vicarious moment.



The Meeting Ch. 09



Chapter 9 – More equipment

Jan observed that Cathy, her slave girl, brought a variety of unusual devices with her. Many were the usual pneumatic vibrators suitable for insertion into her vagina and other orifices. Some were highly unusual, hydraulic tubes and bulbs. Hydraulics permitted pumping in cold, cool, warm, or even hot liquid and could induce a variety of sensations. Pressure variations, undulations, and temperature changes were three specialties only practical with hydraulics. Jan Dunsworthy decided to acquire the necessary nursing skills to insert such catheters and tubes. She also pressed John, the neo-Luddite, to obtain a computer-driven hydraulic pump.

Night school offered a variety of student nursing courses. Jan managed to place out of the basics and enrolled in a course featuring practical catheterization and physiology. She was amazed at the variety of tubes and their various uses. So many sensations could be induced. 

John Anderson was totally out of character (OOC). He was a died-in-the-wool neo-Luddite and sworn enemy of artificial intelligence and all that went with it. However Jan was his significant other and he did live in her apartment. Cathy Kelly also lived in Jan’s apartment; however, she was a submissive girl, the slave of both John and Jan. To be sure, John felt more secure then Cathy; however, the dynamics were in flux. John felt torn between his loyalties. He did visit some old technophobe friends and obtained the desired devices. They were a forbidden technology. 

John watched as Jan lubricated a particularly unusual appliance with KY Jelly. He had just finished the quotidian chore of giving Cathy a warm soap clyster. Administering enemas to the slave girl had become one of John’s more odious duties. He watched Jan flex the lubricated device. The instrument slid deeply into Cathy most private parts. Once thoroughly inserted, Jan took a hypodermic syringe and inserted the needle into the slender shunt tube, inflating an indwelling bulb. Cathy clenched her fists and gritted her teeth momentarily as her body adjusted to the indwelling catheter. There would be more insertions through every orifice, many with hydraulic connector tubes. Between the hydraulic and pneumatic devices, multifarious sensations could be induced. Pleasure, pressure, pain, and panic were all within the repertoire. 

“A girl wishes to be chained to the ceiling, Mistress,” Cathy requested. It was clear that Jan was the primary person. John was still “Master,” but he was the second in authority. Cathy wished to emulate the sex act that she watched while strapped onto the bed. John and Jan acted out a scenario wherein Jan pretended to be chained to the ceiling. Cathy wished to be chained in real life and have her avatar act out the fantasy on-line. Her affair would be totally induced, never touching a living being but experiencing each sensation through transducers, electrodes, sensors, and the complex electromagnetic flux of the Virtual Reality helmet. Highly sensitive devices could decode the electromagnetic lines of flux to produce an image inside the cerebrum. 

“Be careful what you pray for,” John advised, “you just might get it.” 

Jan smiled. She was lubricating another device. After the various tubes and catheters where in place, Jan and John would help Cathy into the electronic mesh that served as her second skin. She would be encapsulated in a miasma of wires, electrodes, and other electronic marvels. Her avatar in cyberspace would respond to the stimulators and sensors. John finished Cathy’s prep while Jan began logging onto the Internet. Jan would have to find an Initiate who had hacked into the AI collective to get a spot for Cathy in the dungeon of the Pleasure Fair. This was to be another voyage into the dark realms of cyberspace. 

It was necessary to interface on-line with a hacker to gain access to the underground of the Pleasure Fair. The Pleasure Fair was a web site where those of various persuasions could find their fantasies played out. It was all virtual reality, but there were interface possibilities. Jan reached Lobo196 again and obtained the screen name of “lita” for Cathy. As with all submissive girls, the screen name was in lower case Latin letters. 

John watched on the video monitor along with Jan as Cathy’s “lita” avatar formed in a Spartan prison cell. She was chained to the ceiling in the site; in real life they had improvised a soft cotton rope about the ceiling fan. John hoped that the fan was well anchored into the overhead ceiling. In the matter of a few minutes a Master entered. He was a brutish man with a five-pronged leather whip. For sure this individual’s idea of entertainment was rough, kinky sex. 

The Master approached lita and looked into her starry blue eyes. Her avatar was striking. She had sculptured shoulders, a glorious silky-smooth mane, a finely arched spine, flat abdomen, a sleek hairless torso, and a carved ivory derriere. She was certainly the statuesque Galatea. She was the creation that the Greek king of Syracuse, Pygmalion, had offered prayers to Aphrodite concerning. The Master walked about lita, examining the avatar. It was truly a work of art. He strokes her flanks and arms, running fingertips over her well-defined jaw line. The he went behind her and tossed her golden tresses over her shoulder and rubbed the nape of her neck. 

About her shoulders and back to the nape of her neck he rubbed his calloused hands. Her body was warm and supple. She was totally submissive and purred at his tender touch. She also trembled slightly, knowing that his five-pronged leather whip was brought for some particular reason. He slid his hands under her arms and about her collar bones, then over her perfectly proportioned, firm breasts. Her areolas puckered and her nipples came to attention. 

From her breasts he ran inquiring fingers down her midline and to her smooth, shaved hypogastric triangle. He massaged the exterior of her pudenda, not seeking entry but merely arousing her inner desires with expectation. Then he slid his nose along her back. Down her spine his chin outlined; Cathy could feel the stubble of his beard. He had visited the girl before shaving. 

Fingertips slid over thighs and buttocks, down long, lanky, lean legs and back again. The Master’s dry lips caressed her back, outlining the precise path that the five-pronged leather whip would caress with its fiery osculation. In three-dimensional cyberspace the virtual reality suit that encapsulated Cathy would simulate the whip stroke with remarkable accuracy. However, unlike real life, the carefully constructed transducer responsible for the sensation would ensure to actual physical harm. Cathy’s mental and physiological monitors would record the stinging pain and her reaction. This would be relayed to the Master and complete the cycle of his gratification. Such an experience in cyberspace would not come cheaply to such an end-user. 

Again he caressed her shapely spine and massaged her sculptured shoulders. She was so soft and tender, yet beneath velvet skin were perfectly toned muscles. This girl was a work of art. So also the Master’s application of the leather whip. He stood back and waited her to exhale. The girl was holding her breath in anticipation of the cruel slash. At last she exhaled and took a quick breath. The Master waited. Soon she would fully exhale. After a few short breaths she did. Her lungs empty of air and preparing in inhale again the Master brought the whip down with brutish force across her bare back. The stripe ran from right shoulder to the edge of her left rib cage. It was a work of art, the crimson flush appearing almost instantly on the avatar. 

John and Jan marveled at the realism. They watched Cathy shudder and shake in real life. She tugged against the restraining rope and one could hear the flow of air down the pipes and tubes protruding from her mouth and nostrils. This mechanism permitted a virtual enactment of a forbidden act. This was a legal, albeit distasteful and disgusting, means for the gratification of some dark human desires. As much as the Master found pleasure, so did Cathy. Jan noticed on one transducer that she was experiencing an orgasm and her crotch was wet with vaginal secretions. 

After the first strike, the Master concentrated on Cathy’s carved ivory derriere. He caressed and massaged her toned, defined flesh. The next stripe would be there. Tears flowed freely from Cathy’s eyes. She finally managed to speak. 

“Thank You, Master,” she said, “for disciplining a girl.” 

“A girl is such a delight,” the Master replied. 

Again the ritual of caressing and teasing was done. The second stripe fell across her buttocks. This time Cathy, who was lita the avatar in cyberspace, was unable to control her passion. She experienced a total orgasm on-line. The Master marveled at his work while the girl climaxed at the receipt of her second stripe. 

Returning to the girl’s face, the Master tossed back her golden locks and kissed her passionately. He embraced her and let his fingers feel her whelps while he begin the process of penetrating her. The act of sexual intercourse was so mundane, so banal as compared with the osculation of the five-pronged whip that Jan and John decided to leave the computer and use the bed. Cathy would be occupied for a while and there was no reason to spoil a passionate moment. Both were totally aroused. Neither would believe that such a voyeuristic encounter could be so totally enthralling.