0 comments/ 17217 views/ 0 favorites The Vortex By: mcfreeman He wet his lips in satisfaction. The room was taking shape. And it turned him on thinking about it. His mind was like that, it went to extremes. His dreams oozed a river of sexual fantasies. Every morning his shorts were soaked from his admissions. He began to rise earlier to hide the evidence of his evening licentiousness. He was a prisoner of sex. She was the object, the subject, the victim of his lust. And he was certain he could have her. His pants were wet with the pre-cum of his lust. Now looking at the room he was satisfied that it would serve him well once she was inside. She liked all of the toys he had showed her so far. Now he had only to tell her that her room was ready, that her training would begin, that she would obey, that he would reward her for her submission. Already she had accepted his butt plug to wear for a day. And his mouth watered thinking she would arrive back soon. She hesitated before knocking on the door, the door which held the unknown for her. It had been a long day at work and she was now nervous. It had been difficult wearing his specially designed butt plug, walking around the classroom, bending over to help the children with their problems, tying their shoes, and a few times the plug threatened to slip out of her now dried ass and it was with extreme mental concentration that she was able to clench her butt cheeks to keep it safely in place. The other night at the retirement party for one of the teachers, she met him. Right from the start she knew there was something different about him, something that had held her attention, drew her in. She didn't know what or even tried to understand it; the pull was there and could not be denied. He was dark and seemed to be the brooding sort, not at all her type, but yet here she stood outside his door, unsure of herself, only knowing that when he called last night and asked her if he could come over she didn't dare to turn him down. Last night was, well she couldn't really describe what last night was, not even in her own mind. There were no words for it. It was really pleasant but strange at the same time. They had spent the evening chatting and drinking some wine that she had in her refrigerator, it was not that but the topic of their conversation that had left her with this feeling of unease. She had never heard of BDSM. Maybe in the content of an off colored joke, but that was it. When he brought up the subject she listened and was horrified, horrified within herself to find that the topic intrigued her and the thought of actually submitting her body to another, to their will without any say was a turn on. When he brought out his toys that he had brought in a bag, the mere thought of the joys and pain that could be inflicted upon her body left her breathless. She did not think twice when he left her with the plug with instructions on its use for this day. "Insert it in the morning and wear it all day. If you do this, then you will understand." he had told her, ordered her. Slowly with trembling fingers she pressed the doorbell to his house. His answer shook her when he open the door, smiled, and wordlessly waved her inside. "Go over to the back of the couch and bend over. Lift up your dress; I want to see my plug." She complied like a child ordered to her room. She walked to the couch and bent over its back and hiked up her dress revealing her naked ass and the plug. "Don't touch it. I want to see this up close." He ordered, as he came behind her, kneeling before placing his hands on the cheeks, He spread her buttocks and the plug fell to the floor. He gazed at the hole now swollen red and open. "That's right," he said more to himself than to her. "Does it hurt?" Not waiting for her answer he grabbed her hand and led her to his bathroom. "Sit." And she complied. "Now relax. Tell me about your day. Relax, let the pain go away. What were you thinking about every minute today?" he asked standing in front of her undoing his belt. Not sure where she was to sit or what she was to say, she cautiously moved towards the toilet where she placed the lid down before sitting carefully on her tender behind. Willing herself not to squirm around, she quickly withdrew her eyes from the progress his hands were making on his belt buckle. Oh my God, what did she let herself into? Keeping her eyes lowered to the floor, she found words escaped her as she tried to answer his question. Scared of upsetting him by her slow coming in words, she found herself stuttering. "I, uhmm, I thought ah ah about you today Sir. Aabout tonight and what would happen. The things you said. About last night. I meant, last night. The things you said last night." She knew she sounded like an idiot. Closing her eyes she forced herself to focus, to get a grip of her raw emotions. His silence told her that he was waiting for more from her and she didn't want to upset him, strangely enough she wanted to please him. She dared not question her feelings right now. Daring to open her eyes, she looked up and saw that he had his belt off and holding it in his hands, looking down on her. Taking a quick indrawn breath, she released it while rushing out her words, seemingly as if once the breath was out, her chance for talking would be over. "I'm scared Sir, but I do want to be here and to please you. Please give me this chance to learn how to do so." There, the words were out. He knew she would be a pet, and then a slave, and all he had to do was help her behave. "Don't be in fear. Soon your release will be here." Not sure what he meant, she whispered, "Release Sir?" As his belt became free, he held it behind her and threaded it around her neck drawing it tight to her throat. Now like a dog on a leash he held her up saying, "put yours hands flat of the edge of the tub and raise your ass." Moving as instructed, she knelt before the tub, spreading her hands apart as she let them rest on the edge. Lowering her body between her hands, the coldness from the white enamel chilled her skin through her cloth covered breasts. On shaky knees she managed to raise her legs, her dress falling down over her hips so that soon she was bent over at an angle with her ass sticking straight up in the air. Holding her head leveled with the tub's edge, she stared down into the whiteness, seeing nothing and yet so many images flashed through her mind's eyes. In this position she was helpless and yet she still had the power to get up and walk away, to run, and while the thought did play through her head, she pushed them aside. Even though scared, she was thrilled and excited, the not knowing adding to the intensity of the experience, heightening the senses, and putting her emotions into overdrive. She was really submitting to another's will. His mind engorged with power seeing her obedience, her willingness, and he also came as he rubbed his cock's head over her cheeks. "You need suave and soothing, pet." And with that he lowered himself to tongue her hole. When she first felt him rubbing his cock on her bare skin, she closed her eyes, she had now reached the point of no turning back. At first she tensed her body, not knowing what he was going to do but soon relaxed under his administration. He didn't try to enter her, but seemed happy enough just letting his hardness play against her skin. It wasn't long before she felt the wetness, his juices, hot against her skin. She was shocked but she didn't let any sound out to show this. She couldn't help but gasp when she felt him spreading her ass cheeks and then something warm pressing against her small opening. She had never experienced this before. Unsure how she was to react, she remained in position, maybe a little wobble from her legs, but not enough to distract him. She tightly closed her eyes as he began to rim her with his tongue. She wasn't sure if she liked this sensation or not, she wasn't sure of anything anymore. He felt her shudder and knew the time had come. The room was not finished, but he no longer cared. She was ready. She was here now totally open to him and trembling, waiting. And now he was ready to take her. Grabbing the end of the belt again, he order, "Come with me. You need a new home and I have a room for you. You will be comfortable in it and it needs you." And with that he pulled her out of the bathroom, down the hall to the stairs and down into the dungeon. She resisted, but he said, "Don't fight it...Do as I say...Do as I want." She had no choice now but to follow him. She felt the tension in the pull of the belt around her neck so she hurried behind him, trying to keep pace with his fast steps. Stumbling down the dark stairs she felt along the walls to keep her balance. She didn't know where he was leading her, only knew that she was in his control now, his total control and not only was she his prisoner, she was his willing prisoner. Once at the bottom of the stairs she tried to look around her new surroundings, not able to make out much in the darkness. He released his hold of the belt and ordered her to the middle of the room. Taking cautious steps, she made her way to what she judged to be the middle of the room and stood there awaiting his next orders. They weren't long in coming. Being told to strip for him, she raised her hands to the back of her dress, lowering the zipper, and slowly she began to raise her dress from the bottom of the skirt, bringing the material up over her bared, smooth mound. Resisting the urge to cover herself back up, she kept rising the dress, feeling the cool, damp air hitting her bare belly, until she had it over her bra cladded breasts. With slow deliberations, she moved the dress over her head and then let it dropped to the floor. Not seeing his eyes but feeling them on her, she reached behind her again to unclasp the bra, letting the straps fall over her shoulders and from her body. Without thinking about it, she crossed her arms before her, hiding her breasts, and stood there breathing heavily awaiting his next move, his next instruction. Reaching through the dim light before her eyes could adjust; he grabbed her wrist and snapped on a handcuff. Then the other wrist was imprisoned and he said, "I will not hurt you. I only want to look at what you are hiding". And with that the sound of a mechanical motor pulled her arm up into the air. "There. You are beautiful. Those are nice tits..." And before she could respond, she felt him at her ankles, cuffing one, then another. "This will not be long." she heard the voice say from below, feeling his hands stroke her legs, one then the other. And suddenly it was as though she was encircled by hands. Cupping her breast from behind, pinching her nipples from the front, a finger inserting itself into her. "Do you remember our conversation at the party? When I told you about my set of nipple clamps? Well, here is a feel of them." And she yelled her surprise. "Quiet," he commanded, "those are just clothes pins. They are like the butt plug; they are only to prepare you for what will come. I know you are uncomfortable now, but I have something I want you to see. Look." In a distant corner, a floor light came on and silhouetted a bench and what appeared to be some sort of machine. Again he circled her touching her flesh and feeling her shiver as he did so. He cupped her cheek and licked a nipple feeling the chill that shot across her skin. He licked her armpit and whispered, "I love pussy hair." Not taking her eyes off the machine, random thoughts of what it could be and more to the point, how it would be used, played through her mind. She barely heard his whispered words but when they finally sunk into her dull mind she gave an involuntarily shudder. Surely he knew that she was shaven. Does this mean that he was displeased in her appearance; would there be a price to pay for not being as he wished? If so, what would be the price that he extracted from her, could she pay it? Her eyes took in the machine again, it looked almost medieval, the long cylinders that were attached and the clamps to hold victims limbs. She wasn't sure what the contraption was for, she wasn't sure if it was something that would bring her pleasure or unbearable pain, she just wasn't sure of anything anymore. The clamps, pins that he had attached to her breasts, were tugging on her hardened nipples, pinching them causing her undeniable pain. They were tight and unforgiving against her tender skin. Despite her resolve not to do so, she couldn't help but squirm under the discomfort. The chilled air stroking her skin raised goose bumps up and down her body, but that was not the only reason for her shivering. He had moved towards the machine in the light and without a glance in her direction, he was standing there running his hands over it, almost as if testing it for its strength. He seemed lost to the fact that she was still there, still held prisoner by his restraints. His mind seemed to be elsewhere, as if he was envisioning the machine being in used already on her. Silently she watched him, watched his every move, the way he stood there partially hidden by the shadows, the way his hands at times seemed to caress the object of his attention. She averted her eyes to the floor when he turned towards her. She sensed his movements towards her. She felt his energy when he again stood beside her. "Tonight, my pet, you will have a treat. And I will help you. It's best that you pussy is shaved and it is best that you accept your pleasure." he said kneeling and undoing the spreader that held her. Unable to stop himself he insert a finger into her and marveled that she was moist. She was a natural, he thought. She leaned into his finger and he inserted two more. He moved his other hand to her rear and inserted two into her ass and rocked her in his arms. She swayed there and he let her rhythm give her pleasure. After she came, he kissed her thigh, raising to free her arms and kiss her tit and sucked the nipple. He undid her handcuff from the hoist and then led her to the bench and The Machine. The Machine The machine was his pride. He had assembled it from a kit and now because of this woman, he was going to test it. It was simple enough. It was a pneumatic piston. It also had a water system. The piston had an assortment of dildo attachments, some of which he had shown her at the party that previous evening. She had been fascinated by the array of them, their colors and their textures. And he had remembered which she said were most "interesting". The closer they came to the bench and the machine, the more her body stiffened and her arms tensed. "It's OK." he reassured, "You can lie down in a moment and rest." He placed her on the bench, swung one leg to the other side, and told her to lay back. One at a time he cuffed her wrists to the floor and took up the slack so her arms were loose, but she was confined. "Now I want you to raise your legs up. There are two stirrups that will make you comfortable." And she complied, listening only to his voice. Once she was in place, he stood by her head and looked down on her. His cock jerking with blood and lust as he took in her face, her body in this totally exposed position. "I could just cum on you now," he told her. "Would you like a facial?" Not being able to take her eyes off his erected cock, she could only nod her head in agreement. She watched silently as he moved towards her head, stopped beside her and positioned himself at her turned face. Rising as much as she was able, she opened her mouth and moved toward his cock. Darting her tongue out, she licked his manhood with her wet tongue, encircling his head with her organ. Unable to hold his shaft with her restraints in place, she moaned out her frustrations as she took him in her mouth. Tightening her jaws around him, she rocked her head back and forth in a penetrating rhythm, fucking him with her being. She was lost in her movements, in the taste of him that she was startled when he abruptly pulled out. She squirmed under his relentless stare. Had she unknowingly scratched him with her teeth? She didn't think she had, she was trying to be so careful in making sure she didn't hurt him in any way. "Now it is time to add a bit more to our little fun, don't you agree?" Not taking her eyes off his face, she whispered a yes that was so soft she was surprised that he had heard it. He left her side and went to stand in front of the machine. Taking his time, he selected the right piece that he wanted to add. His movements were silent as he went about his work. It was only moments later that she heard a loud click of something being locked into place. She strained her head to look up and over her naked body to watch him as he moved the arm of the machine directly in between her quivering thighs. She felt the head of something pressing against her opening. He moved closer to her and with one hand opened her wet lips with his fingers while with the other hand he adjusted the hardness that was pressing against her, adjusted it so that it was now a bit inside her. Still not satisfied with what he saw, he went to a side table and selected another object that he desired to use for his night of play. Moving back to the machine, he unlocked another arm from the frame and moved it so that it was lower and resting underneath the first arm. There he added his tool of pleasure and tightened it into place. He again positioned the second arm so that it was between her thighs. She obediently scooted down a bit at his orders and using her feet to brace herself, she slightly raised her ass. As she scooted down, the hardness that was just inside her cunt went in deeper causing her some discomfort. When she was in the position that he wanted her to be in, he moved the second object close to her ass hole. With one hand he spread her cheeks while positioning the tool at her opening. He only paused long enough to use his fingers to wet her tiny bud with the juices that was already running down from her pussy. Once satisfied that she was wet enough, he moved the apparatus against her opening and with a slight movement of his hand, had it inside her protesting hole. He adjusted the water value to its lowest setting and made certain that the machine was at its slowest. Stepping back he looked down on her. "Yes, this is the way you will serve me tonight; learn to be my personal fucktoy. Would you like that...would you like to be my slut?" Not waiting for her reply, no answer was necessary; he went behind the main frame of the machine and flicked a switch. Any answer that she might have offered was cut off by her screams of fright and pain as she was immediately invaded by the two large hard cocks. She wasn't able to think as both of her holes were being penetrated into at once. The machine was fucking her, with a slow relentless penetration. It felt hard and with a fullness that she had never felt before. He watched her for several seconds taking the fucking that he felt she deserved. Stroking his own hardness, he knew that he would cum soon and didn't want to cum standing at her feet so he moved back to her face. She had her eyes closed now and was adjusting herself to the onslaught of the DP she was captive of. Slapping her breasts with a stinging blow so that she would notice him, he grinned at her expression of pain and also of the enjoyment at what she was experiencing. Her whole body was shaking with the forceful penetration she was receiving. Using the stepstool, he climbed up beside her, placing a leg on either side of her convulsing body, resting above her breasts. As she opened her mouth for another scream, he silenced her by grabbing her head and forcing his cock into her throat. As her two lower holes were being used, he used her only other available hole to bring himself to satisfaction. His Best Friend's Girl I have wondered why a story that I submitted titled "The Vortex" did not make an impression on many readers, either in hits or votes. The only comment that I recall receiving suggested that it was not believable. The fact is that it was as truly told as 40 years worth of memory could make it. I think of it as a unique and erotic experience and wonder if the story, written in first person, had been too personal to me and lost something in the telling. I wrote the following version in third person fashion. The story took place in the early 1970's and involved two young men returning to a college for their last term following a summer's work experience in the bush. They both hoped to pick up where they had left off with two young ladies they had dated the previous spring. Jim was arranging his gear and books in the boarding house where he roomed with his close friend Bob. Bob was out on a date with his girlfriend Amanda for the first time in months. Suddenly the door burst open and a wild looking Bob was standing in the middle of the room glaring at him. He did not look good. Jim suspected that Amanda had cooled over the summer and in fact had another boyfriend. "What's wrong buddy, you look like shit," Jim said. "Amanda was fucked this summer by some asshole. It pisses me off, she would not let me get my dick near her last year, and now she is off banging some married guy," he said in obvious distress. "How do you know? Surely she didn't tell you that for Christ's sake," Jim asked, trying to calm him down. "Well, wrong again buddy, she told me it flat out. And then she still wanted to keep going out with me and asked me to forgive her. Fuck her." It was easy for Jim to believe that Amanda had stated the facts just like that. She was the least devious person that he had ever met. She said exactly what was on her mind on all occasions. But damn, surely she had seen the risk? Why not keep her mouth shut? The married guy was not going to be out bragging about laying her. A few nights later Jim was downtown reacquainting himself with some of his local friends. Four or five of them were sitting in a booth in the local hangout, sharing French fries and cokes. One of the guys looked up and said, "Here comes Amanda, looks like she is after one of us. Where is Bob?" he said looking at Jim. Jim knew that she was after him, and doubtless it was about her and Bob. Jesus, what could he do about it? It wasn't he who had dipped his wick in her. Amanda stopped and looked at him, "Can I talk to you privately?" Jim reluctantly arose and joined her in an empty booth. Jim had double dated with she and Bob on many occasions and got along well with her. She was a slightly built gal and while nicely proportioned she was not a woman that would normally grab your attention. Amanda asked if he knew about she and Bob breaking up. Jim replied that Bob had told him that they were no longer an item. She looked at him as if trying to decide whether he was being truthful. She sighed then and said "You probably know that we were quite serious about our relationship. You may not know that we had never got it on sexually because I had always been firm about saving it for marriage. We did just about everything except have sex." Jim was a little uneasy listening to this degree of intimacy, as he had expected he would simply be receiving a request that he ask Bob to reconsider. Amanda considered just how much she should tell Jim. She took a deep breath and said, "This summer I was seduced by a married man." Jim wondered why she was telling him these things but said, "How the hell did Bob find out about it?" Amanda had never even considered not telling Bob about the affair, and was a little jolted that his friend reacted as if she should not have. "I thought that I should be open and not have him find out later. I just told him outright and he told me never to call him again and walked away." Jim said, "Amanda, what the hell did you expect? You have been dating over a year and you say that you never allowed him to screw you, and now you tell him that you gave it up to a married man. Why not just let it pass by, a one-time error in judgment that nobody will ever find out about. My reaction would have been just the same as Bobs." Amanda said, "I suppose that I am looking for help Jim. My feelings for Bob have not changed. He and I have talked marriage in the past and I know that he loves me. If he can get over this problem all will be well. Will you talk to him?" Jim's mind was in turmoil, what the hell did she want from him? What could he say? 'Go back to her Bob, you can probably get fucked now.' And that is about all he could have said as he saw things now. "What can I tell him Amanda? I think he should cut you some slack, but I am not in his shoes. Did it only happen once? I mean you know, did the guy just get you one time?" Jim thought, 'now why the hell did I say that.' Amanda considered that she was not making much headway with Jim. True to her own-self she decided to unburden her mind by telling someone. Bob had not listened, but just stormed away at her first admission. "I took a job this summer with some family friends who own a small seasonal store in Blakely. They only operate it during the tourist season, but when they do operate it is open from 7 am to midnight. They are a young couple about 35 or so and have only been married for a few years. The idea was that the three of us would alternate looking after the shop. They offered me a good wage in a great area along with my own room and free board. Mike was a great looking guy and I was excited by his attention when we were alone. Especially when we worked the shop together. We touched and rubbed accidentally more than was really necessary. I suppose he aroused me because of his age and experience, and his interest in me of course. He seldom made comments but his advances were deliberate. I quite enjoyed his attention but to my mind we were just flirting." Despite himself, Jim was no longer thinking about his good friend Bob. His only thoughts at this time were about this gal sitting across the table from him who had been laid this past summer. He was aroused and hard. He wanted to hear more. "One night I was reading a book in my bedroom when the door opened and Mike was standing there looking at me. I was wearing a nightie and covered by the bed-sheet. He did not say a word as he came over to stand beside me." Amanda was a little surprised at her feelings as she related the story. She was becoming aroused, and telling the tale to a man was much more exciting than reliving it in her own mind. From the look in Jim's eyes, he was enjoying it as well. Their knees brushed under the table. "He pulled the sheet down to expose me and played with my nipples through the nightie. He lifted the hem of the nightie up to my hips and stepped back and stripped off his tee shirt and dropped his slacks. There was a big tent in his shorts. I could not tear my eyes from it. He motioned me to remove my nightie as he pulled his shorts off. It looked so damn big, his penis I mean. Just as he was retrieving a rubber from his wallet I told him that I was a virgin. He paused for a minute and left the room to return with a jar of Vaseline." Jim was almost beside himself with excitement, his cock throbbing, but in an effort to appear unaffected by her story he said, "Jesus Amanda, why did you not just tell him no. He was not threatening you was he? Not many guys would fuck a woman who did not want it." Amanda said, "I know, I know, I should have stopped him then. But I was alone with him, he is so strong, and I had teased him in the store and felt guilty. I had thought we would play with each other all summer when Harriet was not around. But I knew that he was going to put that thing in me, and what the hell, I was curious." Now, in defense of his friend Jim murmured, "How was it you were not that curious with Bob?" It was a mean thing to say and he regretted the comment as soon as it was said. Amanda did not rise to the bait and said, "Oh how I wish I had now. But Bob and I were so inexperienced and just finding our way with each other. Mike just seemed to know all about sexual things. I could have stopped it I know, but I was very excited and just did what he wanted and I removed my nightie. He bent over me and scooped some Vaseline out of the jar and swabbed my pussy. I thought God, if his fingers felt that good, what will his big thing feel like. I lay there as he stood right beside my face and rolled on the rubber and indicated that he wanted me to apply some Vaseline. He groaned as I applied the goo on him. The shaft was throbbing in my hand; the knob seemed huge. I had got Bob off with my hands in the past, but this time I knew where this thing was going to go off. And God help me I wanted it there." Amanda's legs were spread, her knees rubbing the knee that Jim had moved between her legs. Their eyes were locked, one wanting to tell the story and the other wanting to hear it all. At this point in time, their good friend Bob was not an issue. Jim could see that Amanda was aroused and could think only of her pussy inches from his knee. Her story continued, "He knelt between my legs and rubbed his knob in my pussy. I looked down and thought that he would never get in me. I guess I cried out a few times because he would stop for a bit and then continue. It hurt like hell. I was not very active and just lay there and let him do what he wished. After a few minutes he lost control and just laid it into me until he got off. He pulled out and wiped his thing on a towel; pulled on his shorts and pants and left. I had not been close to coming." Jim was rubbing his cock under the table. He was not sure where this might end, but he was starting to think about fucking his best friend's girl. She obviously knew that she was having an impact on him, and he was pretty sure she wanted him. He said, "Was that it? He only did you that one time?" She said, "No, that was just the start, we did it regularly for many weeks. I am ashamed to admit that I could barely wait for him to come to my room. After a few weeks, his wife Harriet asked me if Mike used a safe every time we made it. I guess I looked shocked that she knew but she just patted me on the arm and told me to be careful and not to let him at me without protection. She told me he was after pussy all the time and she was relieved that I was giving him some. She suggested that I see a doctor and get a diaphragm." They were both turned on by the tale. Jim reached under the table and slid his hand up her inner thigh. Amanda's eyes and face softened in obvious desire. She said, "Why don't I leave now and wait for you down the street." Jim replied, "Yeah, do that, I will sit with my friends for a bit and then find you and walk you home. Just a minute, let me touch you." She closed her eyes, spread her legs and shivered as Jim's finger found the edge of her panties and ran along her slit. Jim's mind returned to the present as she left the restaurant. He was rationalizing now. Bob had dumped her and was no longer interested so it was not as if he was being disloyal. Deep down he knew this was not true and most likely he still wanted her. But at the age of twenty or so a guy tends to follow wherever his cock leads him. And Jim's cock was smelling pussy. He made his excuses with the guys and left. The knowledge that Amanda had been fucking all summer and probably wanted more now, totally obscured the fact that she was Bob's girl. He did not ponder over why she had elected to tell him this story. All those questions would come months and years later. Amanda still lived at home with her parents. Jim knew that her father had an office of some sort in the back yard. Bob had told him that they used to go there for their necking sessions. Jim was expecting that she would guide him there. As they walked Jim said, "Did you tell Bob all of this about screwing this guy all summer? Or did you just tell him that you had just got laid?" She said, "I just told him that a married man had seduced me. He took off before I could tell him more." Amanda was ready, she was hot and had not had sex for over a month. Her fingers slipped between Jim's fingers until their palms were rubbing. She pressed one tit against his arm. She was ready to turn up the heat to ensure her conquest. Jim was probably the safest guy with whom to have sex. He would not be telling Bob or anybody else about it. And she had learned a lesson about being too open with her thoughts. "He came home one day when I was at the sink doing dishes. I heard the front door open and all of a sudden he was behind me. I was wearing a loose dress and his hands slid up under my dress, right up to my breasts. He rubbed his big hard-on against my bum and my heart was pounding in anticipation. I was really horny for him. I thought he would take me to the bedroom but he remained behind me and pulled my panties off. He loosened the back of my dress and unhooked my bra. He asked me if I was wearing the diaphragm because he wanted to fuck me bare. I told him that I did not have it yet. I did have it but had never put it in and besides, I wanted him in me right away. I leaned forward with my hands braced against the counter top as he worked his cock in from behind. There was no longer need for Vaseline; his cock just slipped right up me. He started fucking me; holding my hips at first and then sliding his hands up to my tits, squeezing them, pinching the nipples and driving it into me. I came so hard that I almost collapsed. I did not always get off, but I beat him that time." This was probably overkill in Amanda's attempt to keep Jim on track. He pushed her up against a fence in a dark area, forcing his knee between her legs and thrusting it up to her pussy. Amanda's lips were open as their mouths met. She slid her tongue into his and circled it between his lips and gums. He grabbed both her tits as they tried to rub every body part they had. Jim ran his hands up under her skirt and grabbed at her pussy, grinding her mound with the heel of his hand while his fingers searched to get under her panties to touch her bare slit. He said, "I am going to fuck that." She said breathlessly, "I know you are, I want you to." They walked more quickly, now in a hurry to find a place to be alone. Amanda was turned on by her own story. Truth was, she had expected to be fucking Bob regularly as soon as he had returned for his school term. She had loved the steady diet of sex during the summer, and was ready for more. She had not planned to nail his best friend this night, but she was looking forward to it now. Almost without thinking she continued the tale of the horny husband. "He started coming to my bed in the middle of the night. It seemed so damn shocking to be taken like that with his wife just across the hall. It really turned me on. I would have the diaphragm in place every night in hopes that he would show up. He seldom missed a night. As soon as my door opened I would throw the sheet off and spread my legs. I loved it. I wanted to feel his bare cock as much as he wanted to give it to me. It felt so free, the silky skin of his cock so much more exciting than the rubber. I loved the feel of his cum jazzing me and I was coming regularly now. I want you bare tonight, my diaphragm is in my purse," she added. Jim's throat tightened in his excitement, her last comment sealing out any other thoughts of disloyalty. Arriving at her home, they slipped quietly into the back yard and into her father's backyard office. It was dark but not late and apparently her parents were still up and awake. There was enough light filtering through the window to allow them to see each other and their surroundings. Amanda said, "Don't worry, we won't be bothered, they know I come in here with Bob and will be thinking it is he if they hear any sound." They kissed with a passion, the evening's story telling having inflamed them. Jim's hand felt and squeezed her tits, while the experienced Amanda rubbed his stiff cock through his pants. They undressed quickly. Jim's eyes were totally adjusted to the light and he drank in the sight of her dark nipples and triangular bush set between her pasty white boyish hips. Jim's mouth hungrily sought her nipples. They were fully erect, protruding out like two little fingers. They felt like gum drops in his mouth, sort of semi-hard. Amanda moaned and held his head as he sucked. "I love that, Mike seldom sucked them or even kissed me. He was mostly right after my pussy." Amanda became the aggressor and Jim was quite comfortable allowing her to take the lead. She rubbed her tits on his chest and took hold of his cock while kissing his neck and licking behind his ears. "Your cock feels good. Rub it in my bush. Slide it between my legs. I'm wet, can you feel it?" He grabbed her ass cheeks, caressing and massaging, pulling them apart as he slid his cock along her wet slit. His fingers slid in between her legs from behind until he located his knob, pressing it into her slit. Jim backed her up against the door, lifting one of her legs in the crook of his arm to open her. He fucked her with his knob and half his cock. He looked around frantically for a better place. There was a sofa against the wall but it had a pile of boxes and junk covering it. Amanda sensed his problem and whispered, "The chair, the chair, take me there in the chair." Jim duck walked her over to a cushioned chair in a dark corner. He laid her back in it, and sunk his cock deep into her. She was scrunched up in the chair with her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. She was frantic, sliding her hips back and forth on the chair, virtually fucking Jim, who stood rigid in a half crouch between her legs. They soon found a semblance of synchronization and pounded away at each other like animals. There were no words, only the sound of grunts of pleasure and the squishy sound of a cock plundering a very wet pussy along with the slap of his thighs on her ass as they banged together. It was pretty much over in ten minutes. Jim's body jerked as he got off and he collapsed to his knees as Amanda threw her hips up at him in a shaking convulsion. They dressed silently, both wondering at the speed of which it had all happened. There had not been any build-up of affection between them; events had just taken on a life of their own. Jim wanted to suggest that she not provide Bob any more information on her summer's events, but he did not. Nor did he suggest that she not mention this night either. She would do it her own way despite anything he would ask. Amanda had more mixed feelings. There was a feeling of triumph that her summer's experiences had made her more desirable to men. She still hoped to regain Bob's affection and did not worry about what Jim might say, and in all that she had no remorse whatsoever. The story had a happy ending. Within a few weeks Bob had relented and their love affair continued and they married following his school year. Bob and Amanda remained close friends of Jim and his new bride, and they worked together for a number of years as they raised their families. Amanda never acknowledged that night with the exception of those few times that she and Jim danced at a party. With their bodies close and touching one or the other would murmur, "Remember?" The Vortex Her possible screams cut off, she at first resisted his use of her mouth, trying to pull back; but, he held her head tight. She couldn't escape the hold he had on her. Closing her eyes against the tears that threatened to fall freely, she managed to tighten her jaws again around his thickness, being careful to keep her teeth away from his sensitive skin; and, she permitted him to use her mouth, like the machine was using her pussy and her ass. Slowly it was hard to fight the growing fire that was burning inside her from the friction the two dildos were causing. And as the heat built up, she felt helpless not being able to move about freely. So as she sucked on the cock forced into her, she found her head moving on its own accord, fucking him in return. Of all the fantasies he imagined, he never envisioned that her mouth would transmit the motion of the machine to the rhythm to his cock. But it did. And now she and he and the machine were locked into a rocking. His cock in her mouth, her lips on his cock, the machine slowly rocking both her cunt and her asshole with a motion which was almost jungle. Her mouth was wonderful and he wanted to cum at the same moment she came. But that would be weak, he thought. She must know his power, his resolve. She must think of him as MASTER, Master of her, Master of himself, and Master of all fate. "Give yourself to it." he ordered. "Suck me," he commanded. "But don't you dare to cum." he snapped out at her. "You may cum only after I give you permission." Watching her sucking his cock, she did not look like the person who introduced herself as Wendy just two evenings before. That woman was no longer here. Below him was pure obedience given over to her own degradation, she was transforming from willing pet to obedient slave. And his manhood swelled in her mouth when he realized he was not just Jim, but Master James. He was Master of her, Master of her every desire, need and lustful thought she would ever have. He was Master of her body and her mind. He was her Master. Pulling his cock out of her mouth, he pulled her head up to look at him. He grinned down at her as the moans finally escaped her mouth. "Oh yes my pet enjoy the ride that Master had arranged for you. Enjoy it all. From this moment on you are mine. Do you understand this?" With tears welling in her eyes, tears of love, trust and happiness, she could only nod her head in agreement. She knew then and there that she was his. She couldn't fight or ignore the emotions that he was stirring in her. She didn't want to fight or ignore them; she wanted to be one with them. Running his fingers over her bruised, swollen lips, he looked down upon the face that looked up at him. "These lips belong to me now, they are no longer free to say words that are disagreeable to me, they were made for me to use and enjoy, for only words that are agreeable, for words that will only reflect good on me. Your mouth belongs to me now, for me to use as I wish and when I wish." Climbing off her he went to the machine and turned it off. He chuckled at her low protest. His slut was a hungry slut and this pleased him. He went back to her and stood between her thighs. The wetness of her folds, the tender rawness of the swollen bud that once was tight, tight before tonight's play. Holding her folds between his fingers, he teased them with a rolling motion. "This cunt belongs to me now. It is for my personal use only. It was made to take me in and to satisfy me; no longer will you look at it as a means to your own sexual satisfaction but instead as a way to satisfy me. The fact that at times you will be allowed to cum is a gift to you, a gift from me and one that you should not take lightly. You will not always be given this gift and when you are, you will treasure it as you will know I am pleased with your service and this knowledge alone will please you, the permission to cum is a bonus. At times I may require you to entertain my friends with my cunt, you will do so willingly and eagerly. You will not disappoint me or embarrass me. You will receive them as you receive me, eager to please." Moving his fingers down to her ass, he rubbed the redness with the firmness of his palm. "So lovely, lovely indeed. Your ass now belongs to me, when I tell you to bend and open, you will drop all you are doing and do as instructed. You will accept me and milk my cock at my commands. You will open your ass at my will; accept the objects of my desire for my pleasure inside your holes. You will crave my touch, my cock, my closeness. You will burn with the desire to please me, to have my love, my trust. I will be a part of your every thought, every movement, everything you do you will do with the thought of making me proud of you." Moving in closer to her, he held his swollen manhood in his hands, pressing it up against her moistness, rubbing it over her lips, teasing her with the anticipation of having him inside her. "Do you understand me slut? Do you understand that you are now mine to do with as I please?" As her head nodded its understanding, he shoved his cock deep inside her, thrusting fast and hard, making him a part of her He fucked her so she would know his power over her. And then he slowed his thrusts... so she knew... she could... she could ....trust him. And he stopped and waited for her cunt to close again on his cock. He wanted her pussy to accept him, acknowledge him, and when it did.......... then he came. "Before I release you there is one more pleasure I want to share," and he inserted two fingers inside her cunt, withdrew some of his cum and took the serving to her mouth and said, "taste Wendy; taste me." She opened her mouth and closed her lips around his fingers. Her heart was beating and she was not sure whether she tasted anything or not. She wanted the paste to simply dissolve and go away. But he moved his fingers toward the roof of her mouth and withdrew them wiping them with her tongue. "Now let me help you down," he said beginning to release her ankles from the stirrups and gently move her legs back to the floor. He licked each breast and its hard nipple as he freed her hands. "Lay still a moment. Let the body settle, my pet." He then reached between her legs to feel if she were wet. Satisfied with the wetness he found between her legs, between her pouty lips, he nodded his head with approval. She was turning out to be a better slave than he ever imagined. He helped her down from the machine, and motioned her to the middle of the floor. He instructed her the correct way in kneeling, thighs spread so that her offerings could be viewed and inspected, ass resting on the back of her heels with her arms stretched behind her thereby thrusting her breasts up towards him. When she was in the correct position he patted her on her head, "Oh yes pet, you do learn fast. That is a good quality in a slave. Now I have another surprise for you. You stay right there and hold still. I'll be right back." After he left the room, Wendy looked around her in the semi darkness, her eyes had long adjusted to the dimness and now she was able to make out things that she had escaped her vision before. Some of the objects she saw made her curious as to there use while other objects just down right scared her. She had no idea what anything were for. Just above her head was some kind of plant hanger, the kind she had in her own apartment to hang plants on, but this was larger and she couldn't imagine hanging any plants down here. on either side of her was a block, in the blocks were eye hooks, but also larger than any eye hooks she had seen before. On the wall opposite of where she was kneeling were shelves, each shelf with a wooden piece running across it holding its objects securely inside. She couldn't see what was inside the shelves but by now her imagination was taking over and she had wild visions of the different items he had collected there. Her mind was in overdrive now and she saw sex apparatus in everything she saw and in every place she looked. She knew her imagination was working full speed overtime when she found herself trying to figure out what the light switches on the wall were for. Taking deep breaths she willed her body to calm down and to stop seeing things that obviously wasn't there. Within five minutes he was back, Master James was back and walking towards her. With embarrassment she realized that he wasn't alone. Quickly, on natural reflex she moved her body in a upward kneel, closing her thighs to hide her nudeness and tried to cover her naked breasts with her hands. Her head lowered as she cast her eyes down to the floor. She couldn't believe it; he had someone else there with him to see her the way she was. Standing before her Master James looked down upon her in disappointment. "What is this? Is this how I left you and told you to remain?" Tears again welled up in Wendy's eyes. She knew he was displeased with her and she was ashamed for this, for her disobedience, but she couldn't help herself. She was ashamed to be seen naked by another. With great will power she forced herself back into the correct position. Keeping her eyes downcast, she knelt there without a word. "Didn't I tell you there you were now my slut, my property, to do with as I wish and choose?" "Yeyeyes." Reaching down towards her, he lifted her face to with a hand to look up at him. "From now you are to call me Master, is that clear?" "Yes Master." "From now on you will obey me, when I tell you to remain in a position, I expect you to remain there until otherwise instructed, do you understand this?" "Yes Master." "Good girl, now I want you to meet Sylvia. As I am your Master, I am also hers. She is your new sister. You both are here to bring me pleasure. If at times I want to watch you with her, then that is my right and your duty to do my bidding. Never again will you hide your body from her, or from any that I wish to look upon you. Sylvia, lay in front of your sister, let her view your tasty love feast." With all eyes on her, Sylvia moved in front of Wendy and laid her naked form down on the cold floor, turning her body so that her legs were on either side of the new girl. Reaching between her legs, she spread her lips as trained so that the bud of her nectar was visible. Looking straight up at her Master above her, she grinned, the love she had for him showing visibly on her face. Master James looked down upon her radiant face and returned her smile. He had enough love for the both of them and he was sure that his small family would work well together and make each other happy. Looking over at Wendy, he watched her face as she took in the view before her. She hadn't seen many naked guys before in her life much less a naked woman; this was all new to her. She had never really seen what she looked like naked, only undressing in the dark when she had a boyfriend and never venturing a look when showering or dressing. She knew nothing about her own body and here she was gazing down on a lovely young lady in all her glory. Sylvia's body was a golden brown, without a single strand of hair down between her legs. The inside of her lips were a brownish pink and glistering with the wetness that she had for her Master. Moving her eyes up her body, she noticed the two perfectly rounded breasts that the youth enjoy in life, the dark aureoles each with a perky nipple nestled in the center straining up towards the ceiling. One of her nipples was half way hidden under long straight black hair from her head that was swung carelessly over her shoulder, seemingly playing hide and seek with its owner. Wendy couldn't take her eyes off that one nipple. She didn't know why it was, she had never in her life imagined herself with another woman, and the thought would as a general rule bring a nausea feeling to her being. Now here she wanted to taste that nipple. Without thinking, without noticing her surroundings, she forgot herself and crawled over towards that treat. Master James watched without comment, there would be time enough later for her to learn that permission would be needed even for the simplest of pleasures, she was still new and she was responding better than he had hoped. She was new to BDSM, new to being a sex slave and new to the idea of being a toy not just for his use, but for others, she was new to being with a woman, she was new all around and instead of the resistance that he expected at first, she was becoming eager and more than willing. He wanted to see what she would do so instead of reprimanding her for her impatience, he stood back and watched. Wendy reached Sylvia's side and almost in a trance she lifted up the long hair, held the silkiness in her hand, letting it play between her fingers before she released it and watched the strands fall to the floor. The softness of the hair was so different from short, brown wiry hair. Sylvia's skin was so smooth, so much darker than her own pale skin that she was transfixed by her sheer beauty. Her nipple seemed to beg for sucking and Wendy was no longer able to resist. She leaned her head over Sylvia's stilled body and with tender kisses she touched the playful nipple with her lips. Her tongue darted out and twirled around the hardness of the bud, flickering over and around it, causing it to ripen even more before her very eyes. Now eagerly sucking on the nipple, she used her hands to massage the rest of the breast, playing with its fullness, kneading the skin between her anxious fingers; it was as if she couldn't get enough of touching this golden goddess underneath her. Her scent, a mixture of morning flowers just opening to the sun, teased her nostrils, making her head heady with raw lust. She wanted this woman under her; she wanted to make love to her, to entwine her body with hers, to become one in the movements of lovers. Wendy barely noticed when Master James moved behind her, stroking her bared backside, his touch mixing in with the lust that her body was wakening to. Almost purring under her Master's touch, over the happiness of sucking on a perfect nipple, she didn't protest as he wrapped his hands into her hair and moved her head lower on Sylvia's body, bringing her lips to rest in front of Sylvia's mound. "You want to taste your sister don't you?" "Oh yes Master, please, I do want to taste her." "Go ahead my slut, lap at the juices your sister has to share with you. Enjoy what she is offering up to welcome you into the family." Sliding her tongue into Sylvia's petals Wendy was mildly aware as Master James positioned himself between her own spread legs, only stiffening a bit when he began to rub on her sore ass opening, but soon relaxing her muscles when she felt the warm wet sensation he was rubbing over her tenderness. Her mouth was busy on her sister, tasting her delights, relishing in the heat of her inner walls, that she was only able to moan into the dark velvet before her as she felt her Master spreading her cheeks and began to rub his hardness against her tiny opening. Master James was now rubbing and re-invigorating his cock, and listening to the responses of his two pets. One moaning from her tonguing and the other moaning because the pleasure she was giving. He knew this would be a special evening of pleasure for each of them. And he grew harder as he gave himself over to the two contrasting bodies before him. Gradually he found Wendy's asshole and slowly entered into it. Wendy pushed back into him, setting him deeper, and then rocked back to Sylvia's pussy, transmitting his pleasure to Sylvia. Master James locked eyes with Sylvia and pushed into Wendy. Sylvia smiled at her master and gave Wendy her joy. Wendy drank in the gratitude and wiggled her pleasure as Master James's cock grew in her. Master James now grabbed Wendy's hips, withdrew himself and slammed back into her. Master James became the machine and rammed his cock into Wendy's ass without mercy. He knocked Wendy loose of Sylvia. Wendy now lost her connection to the pussy she was growing to love. Wendy re-gained her balance as the Master fucked her, raising herself to hands and knees. Wendy look to Sylvia for help as their Master's cock bang and slapped in her. But Sylvia was now just dreamingly watching her Master butt fuck his new pet. Sylvia knew Master James would soon cum. She knew his rhythms and the way his eyes half closed just before orgasm. "Slut...Sylvia...go get...a cup.." Master James ordered now pumping for all his might. "When I ..am done..with this...slut...capture...my ..cum...when.." And he explored inside Wendy, who shouted into the air and at the machine, which had broken her, what now seem like a lifetime ago. "Here, Master," Sylvia said holding a silver goblet to her beloved Master. "Do you need to be cleaned Sir?" Master James was still inside Wendy and was beginning to withdraw when he answered his Puerto Rican pet, "awww, not ..now..awww... in a moment..pet. First..capture the spunk that comes out of that slut." Going now to the front of Wendy, Master James offered her his two hands to raise her self. "I want you to kneel now for me. I want my cum to drip out of you into the goblet...Do you understand?" "Yes, Master," Wendy said disappointed that Sylvia was now focused on the spunk leaking from her. Sylvia's golden ass was near Wendy's hand and James knew that she wanted to touch it. "Go ahead," he encouraged looking at the golden cheeks with their glisten of sweat. "Touch her, go ahead...touch her. Balancing herself over the goblet that Sylvia had moved under her, Wendy reached out a cautious hand to Sylvia's ass, running her hand down the smoothness of the skin. She could feel her Master's love gift seeping out of her tunnel as her fingers danced between Sylvia's oiled crack. Feeling emboldened, she ran a finger over her tightly puckered opening, marveling at the smallness of the hole while knowing how large it can be opened. It didn't seem possible that a cock can fit into a hole that small and yet her own sore ass was testimony that it could be done without ripping and tearing and even be enjoyed. Sliding an oiled finger inside the tiny hole, Wendy watched as it tightened around her finger before she slowly began to penetrate her new sister. She could only imagine the joy her Master must feel when he was inside their asses. The tightness wrapped around his cock, the friction of the walls encasing him as he danced in the darkness. Now she had more of an understanding of the lewd jokes the male teachers often told each other during their breaks. Before she couldn't understand their fascination with the idea of anal sex. Feeling brazened beyond her wildest belief, she worked another finger in beside her first one. Sylvia's moans of pleasure told her that she was enjoying Wendy's administration. It was as she was working up speed that her new Master stopped her. Pulling her aside from her sister, Master James had her kneel again in her newly acquired position. Looking up at him, she watched as he accepted the goblet that Sylvia offered him before assuming the position next to Wendy. "Tonight you both shall taste the love I have for you. You will drink from me and from each other; you will give yourselves to me and to each other. Tonight the bond of family will be tightened. You will be as one with me and with each other. Together you will strive to please me and I as your Master will love you and encourage you in your endearments. I will punish and discipline you when you make mistakes, not because this gives me pleasure but because I do love you and only want you to do your best." Moving closer to Wendy he offered her the goblet. "Take a drink of my love pet." Wendy reached up her trembling fingers, accepted her Master's gift and sipped from the goblet. When she had finished her sip, Master James retrieved the goblet from her hand and turned toward Sylvia, offering her the goblet with the instructions for her to sip from his love. The Vortex After accepting the goblet back from Sylvia, he told them that now they were family and should embrace all that they had to offer each other, to learn from each other, to strengthen their weakness together and build on each others strengths. Placing the goblet on a side table, he moved to the shelves that lines the wall, reached up and took down two collars attached to a single leash. He took the collars back to his precious pets and with a quick movement he soon had them both collared. Tugging on the collars, the girls moved to their hands and knees and crawled behind him. Master James stopped short in front of two work horses and ordered them across it. They soon arranged themselves over the horses, side by side, their asses stuck out behind him, and as of one accord they spread their legs apart without being told to, offering him their orifices. Smacking each girl on their ass, listening to their soft cries filled with passion, Master James grinned as he muttered loud enough for them to hear that he couldn't decide which pet to use first, but that before the night was through they would both be used and filled with him and his love. It was passed Friday and He now really wanted to play. He knew Sylvia was free all weekend and he knew that Sylvia wanted a sister, a shadow in service. Wendy was going to be perfect. And now looking at their asses, he wanted to reward them each for their good behavior. He pick up a feather duster and ordered, "Be silent now, my pets." And he lightly stroked them. Up their legs, across their asses, the duster traveled. So lightly on their skin that he could see their flesh quiver, he played them. But soon he dropped to his knees behind Sylvia and with his thumbs spread her cheeks. He stretched the cheeks apart and marveled at the brown hues gathered there. He placed the handle of the duster in her crack and told her to hold it. Then he got the goblet and with a finger cleaned the cup and wiped the fluid into Wendy's crack. He told her he wanted her to please her new sister. That she could now do everything to Sylvia that she wanted. She could take her to the bedroom up stairs. She could use any instrument in the dungeon on her. She could do "anything", but punish her. If she wished Sylvia punished, he would do it. Sylvia was her reward, her plaything..for awhile...and he would watch. After Master James released her from her leash, Wendy walked around the dungeon looking at the various instruments that her Master had gathered through the years of planning the perfect atmosphere for this time. Picking up the different toys, she quickly discarded them not knowing what they were for and how they were to be used. Each item scared her in the way they looked. Master James didn't interrupt her browsing; he merely stood back and watched her, an amused expression on his face. Yes, she was new to this, but she would soon learn what each item was for, some were for pleasure and some would bring her pain, but this knowledge he would keep to himself for now. He watched as she picked up a long oblong dildo he had, studied it before replacing it back on the shelf. Walking up behind her he stood quietly until she seemed to sense his presence, stood and faced him. "Couldn't you find anything that interested you?" "No Master, but is it at all possible for us to go to the kitchen?" Wendy shrunk back from her Master's laughter at her question. The last item she had held gave her an idea but now maybe it was a foolish thought. "Yes my pet, what is it that you seek in the kitchen?" "A few things that I might be able to use tonight." "It would seem my pet isn't as innocent as I first thought. Follow me." Master James strode across the floor, stopping only long enough to collect Sylvia still on her leash and led them out of the room and up the stairs. Once in the kitchen, he paused at the doorway with Sylvia behind him. Giving Wendy permission to enter the room and gather up what she wanted, he said not a word but watched as Wendy foraged through the cabinets and refrigerator. Wendy found a bowl in which she placed some ice cubes and in a closet she found a brown paper bag. Into the bag she placed some more items that she had found in the refrigerator, items that Master James or Sylvia could see. When she had finished her gathering she went back to Master James and stood before him with her head bowed down to the floor. "Are you finished little one?" "Yes Sir. Thank you Master." Master James led the girls up to the bedroom on the top floor of his modest house. Closing the door behind him, he turned on the light, dropped Sylvia's leash and went to sit in an easy chair that stood beside the large King sized bed. "The moment is yours now Wendy, do as you wish, make the most of this time as I can guarantee that it is not often that I put a slut in charge of another." Hesitating at first, shyness overcoming her, Wendy finally went to Sylvia and took her by the leash, leading her to the bed. Sylvia stood next to the bed, watched as Wendy placed her bowl and bag on the floor at the head of the bed and waited for Wendy to make her request or move. Transfixed by the beauty before her, Wendy was silent at first, only becoming brave enough to reach out and touch Sylvia's lovely breast when she heard her Master shifting in his seat. Not wanting to disappoint him and wanting to taste Sylvia again, Wendy took a nipple into her mouth and began to suck upon it, running her hand down lower on Sylvia's body. Wendy was shocked to find herself wanting more of this delectable vision in front of her. She wanted to view all of her, taste every inch of her golden skin, enter her and be as one with her soul. Standing back from Sylvia she requested that Sylvia lie on the bed with her legs spread so that she may view. Once Sylvia complied, Wendy knelt between her legs and fingered her moist slit. It was so perfect; she didn't know that a woman's private parts could be so lovely. Reaching down beside her, she picked up a piece of ice from the bowl and slipped it inside Sylvia's cunt. She watched as the folds accepted her offering, closed itself around the coldness, holding it inside her heat. Picking up another piece of ice, Wendy played with it over Sylvia's lips, running it down her wings and onto her puckered ass hole. She watched as the ice began to melt, leaving a wet trail in its stead. Wendy found herself squeezing her own thighs together to ease some of the desire that was building up in her cunt. With a quick movement she shoved the ice into the tightness that was Sylvia. Water was now running from Sylvia's love passage, running down between her crack and wetting her small opening. Wendy took several more pieces of ice from the bowl beside her and began to fill Sylvia with the frozen cubes. She was fascinated with how fast they melted in Sylvia's heat. With the last cube in place, Wendy reached for the bag. Bringing out a banana, she pushed the tip against the soaked clit, rubbing the skin against the delicate bud. Inserting the tip of the banana inside, she listened as Sylvia moaned out her pleasure, intensifying the heat in her own desire. Slowly she began to penetrate Sylvia with the banana, pushing the ice cubes deeper into her passage, wonderment at the thick juice coating the piece of fruit with each thrust. Master James felt himself now leaking as he sat watching Wendy applying her attentions to Sylvia's pussy. He was amazed that this girl on girl scene affected him so physically. He was more amazed when he heard Sylvia cry and buck to Wendy's touch. "Fuck, this bitch is evil." thought Sylvia as she experienced the banana in her cold cunt. "Thank, gawd, for the water," she thought. "Wait, till I get my hands on this slut; I'll drink her dry for this." "Christ..Mother of God...Mary.." she screamed and she gushed onto the banana, the bed, and onto the surprised face of Wendy. Laughing out loud at the surprised expression on Wendy's face, Master James almost fell out of his chair. Not for the first time he thought that Sylvia should have a warning tattooed on her mound, stating that she could be dangerous when she came. Standing up, he walked over to them, looked down on the sheer enjoyment on Sylvia's face and the awe struck look of Wendy's. "Sylvia don't you think you should clean off your sister?" Nodding her head in agreement, Sylvia pulled herself up and moved closer to Wendy. Leaning in towards Wendy, Sylvia tenderly began to lick up her juices from her sister's face. Licking around her mouth, Sylvia darted her tongue inside for a taste. Closing her eyes, a moan escaped her lips as she began sucking on the rough tongue that met hers. Together their tongues danced, connecting as one. With hands that were gentle, Sylvia lifted one of Wendy's breasts, feeling the heaviness in the palm of her hand. Kneading the flesh in her hand, she used her free hand to draw Wendy closer to her as their kiss became deeper and full of passion and lust. Wendy scooted closer to Sylvia, pressing her hungry mound into Sylvia's sweat drenched thigh. As the kiss continued, Wendy became frenzied in her mounting of Sylvia's thigh. Without breaking the kiss, Sylvia looked up to Master James for approval before pushing Wendy back onto the bed. Picking up the forgotten banana, Sylvia mounted Wendy's chest, and began to rub the desirable treat along her mouth, teasing her needy lips with the promise of fulfillment to come. Wendy's hip began to buckle underneath Sylvia with wanton lust. Master James moved between Wendy's thighs, grabbing hold of her trembling legs and raised them up higher around his hips. Without a word to either girl, he thrust deeply into his slut, filling her with his thickness as he used her body without mercy. Not wanting to be left out, as Wendy opened her mouth to let out a scream, Sylvia thrust the banana deep into Wendy's throat, fucking her mouth the way her Master was fucking Wendy's cunt. Taking the pounding of her Master, Wendy felt her throat constricting at the forceful intrusion. Fear showed in her eyes as she used her hands to try and push Sylvia away from her. When she was finally able to knock Sylvia off her, she cried out with the sudden withdrawal of her Master's cock. "Oh my slut doesn't like being fucked in two holes does she? We will have to remedy that somehow. Sylvia move over." Sylvia moved away from Wendy's shocked face. Moving away from his end of the bed, Master James looked down on Wendy's quivering form. "Get on your hands and knees cunt!" Wendy hurried to her hands and knees. "Maybe it wasn't the fucking in two holes that you objected to but rather the holes that were being used. I think I have the solution to that. Sylvia, oil the banana up good, and use some of the oil on her ass. Make sure her ass is well oiled, we don't want to tear her ass apart." Grabbing Wendy's head, he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and told her to open her mouth. Once her mouth was opened, he thrust inside as deep as he could. Watching the tears falling freely from her face, he began his training of her learning to deep throat a hard cock. Feeling sorry for her sister, knowing how rough Master James could be when upset, Sylvia tried to use care while oiling her sister's ass. "Get that banana in her!" Using fingers to help open Wendy's ass, Sylvia inserted the tip of the banana and let it rest there hoping that the ass would accept the offending object, or at least get used to its width and length. Not wanting to upset her Master anymore than what he was, she managed to push half the banana up the tight hole, and noticing her Master's nod in her direction, she began to use the fruit as a dildo. In and out the banana went, fucking Wendy's tender ass, stretching it wider, forcing her to accept it deep in her chambers. Ignoring the tears, Master James continued using her mouth, each thrust pushing back the screams that tried to escape from deep within Wendy's soul. She would learn what he demanded of his slaves like Sylvia had learned. Wendy would overcome her tears, her fears, and with each thrust, would learn to concentrate on the flesh tube inside her mouth. She would learn to be oral, to feel his cock growing, swelling before the explosion. Sylvia continued with her revenge on her sister. She marveled how Wendy's asshole expanded as she worked the banana in and out. Suddenly she noticed that the fruit had split and the crack in the skin resisted another insertion. "What should I do, Master?" she asked, hoping she was not interrupting his pleasure. Ground Zero "Eat the god damn banana, Sylvia", Master James said, still thrusting his hard-on into Wendy's now drooling mouth. Sylvia took the banana, peeled it back, and came around to where Master James was face fucking Wendy. She sat on the edge of the bed and deep throated the banana moving in and out of her mouth to a rhythm to match the Master's cock. She locked eyes with Wendy and smiled, biting the banana, chewing it, and then showing Wendy the snowball inside her mouth. "Banana cream, baby...banana cream?", she muttered, her mouth wide opened and full. Suddenly Wendy did not see her sister, but only a wild naked fiend, tit jiggling, ass wiggling, and mouth taunting fiend. Wendy's fear was obvious to her Master and he resolved to himself that he would cum again and this time he would fill the mouth that feared him. "Get ready..Sylvia..get ready for ...cream pie.." and he shot a burning explosion. "Banana cream!...give it to her." And with that Sylvia jumped on Wendy's mouth, wrestling her with her tongue and her whole body as Master James pulled back to watch this internal food fight. Watching his two naked pets locked together, fighting with tongues and rolling over each other almost made Master James laugh. There is nothing better than girl on girl, he thought. He knew Sylvia was a vixen, hot and fiery and he hoped that Wendy would see the passion coming out of Sylvia's golden brown skin. Gulping Wendy barely had time to swallow her Master's seed before being assaulted anew by Sylvia. The taste of banana mixed in with the taste of jizz, leaving a pleasant taste to the taste buds. Wendy swallowed the mixture, relaxing under Sylvia's play. Her body still sore from the unaccustomed use, Wendy turned away from Sylvia once the banana was gone, and looked up at her Master. "Has my pet learned her lesson this evening?" "Yes Sir. I will always accept you and what you offer to me Master. Never again will I push my sister away when she is only obeying you and offering me a part of you." "Good girl slut. The both of you may come to me now." Both girls rose off the bed, and went to kneel before their Master. He leashed them again to the double collars and led them from the room. At the stairs he had them rise to their feet so that they may go down them with ease. At the bottom of the stairs he had them get back down to hands and knees and crawl behind him as he led them to the kitchen. "I think tonight you sluts deserve some kind of reward." Going to the refrigerator, he took out the bottle of wine that he had placed there earlier and went to the cupboards where he retrieved two dogs drinking dish. Filling the bowls half way full of wine, he placed them on the floor before the girls and told them that they may enjoy the drinks, told them that the refreshment might serve them well for the rest of the night and what he had planned for them. Sitting back at the table sipping on his own wine, he grinned down at the bowed heads that were busy lapping up the drink with tongues, watched as their bodies swayed in unison in their gyrations on the floor. "Wendy I want you to bring your personal things over tomorrow and get settled in your new room downstairs. You will only need your clothes as I have already supplied the room with everything else you might need. If you find something missing and I deem it is something needed by you, I will supply it. Of course you will need your clothes and make up for work, but while at home, unless stated otherwise by me, you will be naked. Is that understood?" Wendy looked up from her bowl and nodded her head in consent. "As long as you behave, obey and do your best, I think we will all get along quite well. Sylvia will help you when I am unable to be here, she will answer your questions and show you how I like things done." "Yes Master, I will be more than happy to help Wendy. I am pleased that you decided to give me a sister and I will enjoy showing her the way of things." "Good girl, I knew you would. Wendy do you think you will be happy living here with us, serving me as I see fit, helping your sister with her chores, being a play thing when I need one, being a fucktoy for my pleasure?" "Yes Master, this is something I want to do and be. Thank you Sir for letting me have this opportunity. I will do my best to please you." "You're welcome slut. Now drink up so that we may go back upstairs and enjoy getting to know each other a bit better."