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The Audition Ch. 01

By: OzArrian



In this story the career of one of Hollywood's greatest sexy symbols has a fictional encounter with that staple of vintage Hollywood auditioning techniques, the casting couch....

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Fred Stern was not a happy man. Sitting at his solid oak desk all he could see strewn in front of him were reports, memos, budget forecasts and contracts for current productions at Panogram Studios. That morning he'd already had to fire the director of his wartime musical romp "The Wacky WAACs of Okinawa" because the pinko East Coast type thought it was disrespectful to set such a film on the island that saw some of the bloodiest fighting three years ago during the Pacific campaign. His leading lady for the horror pic "The Ghoul in The Model T Came Home" was reportedly carrying a 3 month secret given to her by a co-star from her last movie. She was supposed to be playing the innocent bride in this production, not some knocked up floozy. Then, scanning through the returns on "Rebel Swamp Women of the Ozarks" this supposed boffo box office winner in the C-grade movie houses south of the Mason-Dixon line was being pummeled in ticket receipts after a few southern hillbilly evangelists decided it was 'Immoral exploitation of young Louisianian and Floridian women-folk."

"Goddam yokels. Goddam actors. Goddam fucking PINKOS!" Stern yelled to no one but himself, then with a sweep of his right arm he violently brushed all the paperwork off his desk scattering it onto the thick woollen carpet on the floor. He swore in Yiddish a little less louder than his last exclamation then mashed the call button on his office intercom.

"Miss Sneevely, could you please come in here right NOW." Barking his command like a short order cook telling a customer that the burger was supposed to be charcoal black, the head of the most notorious Poverty Row B-Grade movie studio in Hollywood made certain that his secretary would come running. She did, carefully but quickly opening the solid door that separated his little empire from the outer world.

"Pick up these goddam papers and get them filed A.S.A.P. Sneevely. And don't dawdle or I'll have you hooking on Rodeo Drive for 20 cents a throw before you can say 'Yes Mr Stern sir!'."

"Yes Mr Stern sir." The middle aged bespectacled secretary scooted around collecting the scattered documents as efficiently as possible. Then standing up to her full 4 foot 11 inches with a chestful of crumpled and ill-sorted papers she coughed a little to get her boss's attention.

"Um, Mr Stern sir?"

"Yes? What do you want Sneevely?" Staring hard at the mousey woman Stern wondered why it was he kept the singularly unattractive female on staff. Then he recalled she was cheap and never ever spoke of his audition techniques to anyone, hence her continued employment. Lighting up a fat Cubano cigar from a box on his desk he inhaled and repeated his query.

"What do you want? Spit it out woman!"

"Your 9.30 is here for her initial audition Mr Stern sir." Sneeveley waited for her boss's command which came after a few more puffs on his cigar. She knew not to speak unless spoken to.

"Send her in then Sneeveley." His secretary wheeled round and walked away only to be stopped at the door by his firm loud voice. "And I want no interruptions...absolutely no interruptions full goddam stop for say," looking at the clock on his office mantelpiece "the next 90 minutes."

"Yes Mr Stern sir."

"No phone calls, no visitors, no problems...nothing. Now get outta here and send in the applicant."

Stern's door closed behind the disappearing figure of his assistant, and for a few moments he had the opportunity to take a few more puffs on his cigar, run a polka dot handkerchief over his balding forehead and dust off his suit. The intercom buzzed again and he answered by stamping a stubby nicotine stained thumb on the appropriate button .

"Your 9.30 sir." Miss Sneevely's voice crackled through the speaker. As she finished speaking Stern's door opened and in walked a blond haired woman in her early twenties. Dressed in a blue calf length skirt which clung to her legs like a hungry dog on a bone, a lemon yellow halter neck top which immediately drew the movie mogul's eyes to her couple of inches exposed cleavage, black stockings, high heeled shoes and carrying a leather-wrapped portfolio in her right hand, this was easily one of the best looking hopefuls who'd crossed Stern's threshold.

Before the attractive woman could speak Panogram's head stood and indicated a huge lounge next to a fully stocked bar over to the left of the office entrance. "Take a seat my dear," Stern asked in a firm but polite tone "and let me join you." Puffing on his cheap Cubano-knock off the studio boss walked around his desk. As the young lady sat down on the leather sofa she clenched together her knees. "Can I offer you a martini? Bourbon? Soda or seltzer water?" Pouring himself a stiff gin and tonic Stern smiled down to his latest potential 'star'.

"Just a soda please Mr Stern. I can't abide the taste of alcohol sir."

As he pulled the cap off a cherry soda that he found in the bar's ice box Fred was musing on the beauty before him. Her voice was a little breathless, sounding like one of those consumptives he used to know when he was a kid back in New York round the turn of the century. She also had a little nervous giggle underneath the breathy sounds. Her hair was long, but not straight like Veronica Lake's. Instead it was curled a little like Betty Grable's. Mostly blond there was a tinge of auburn too. Her pouting lips were not too full and the woman was neither mean nor too liberal with the lipstick. She had a subtle perfume on that mingled most pleasingly with the smoke from his Cubano. Okay, the base of her nose was a little too broad and she could have got a cosmetician to apply her blusher. Yet whilst her eyes were damned pretty and a focal point for his interest at the moment his attention was drawn yet again to the obvious exposure of the skin between her perky boobs.

"Good girl. Never drink anything they use to pickle people in honey!" Stern laughed gutturally at his own crass joke as he passed over the cherry soda to the young woman who tittered politely. Then sitting himself down right next to the sweet young thing he took a long swig from his G&T and then poked a stubby finger at her portfolio. "Okay...give me the pictures please my dear. I would like to see how they match up to what you've described in your application form."

The wannabe starlet passed over the large wallet of glossy photos and scanned the selection slowly. There were some very good cheesecake shots from magazines like 'Laff' and 'Peek' and 'US Camera'. One photo was particularly promising, displaying the honey sitting next to him on a beach, her face lit up by a big smile, her long legs stretched like a gazelle's, and her left arm curled up over her tits which were hidden in a green bikini top. There was a hint of ass there as well thanks to the new French swim suit, and her hair was blown back in what seemed a blaze of auburn and blond streaks. It was all the studio boss could do to clench down on his cigar and hold back his erection as he stared at this intensely arousing photo. To top it off the gal in the shot was here beside him in his office, looking for some kind of favour from one of the most powerful men in B-grade Hollywood.

"I like your still photography work kiddo. Shows moxxie and a bit of leg...the kind of stuff the guys will love to see in my movies. Before we get to the actual acting audition though tell me about yourself. In your own words." Stern put down his glass and the photos and stared with paternal intensity at the woman. If she was too shy, too keen or too secretive he'd kick her out even if she was the sexiest thing he'd seen in years. "Let's start with your name."

"Well Mr Stern my name is Norma. Norma Dougherty. You should have that though on my application right?" Stern just nodded and then motioned for Norma to carry on. He was the boss and what he wanted he got here. "I'm 20, got a husband in the merchant marine and have come into town from Nevada after seeing your ad in a Variety that came out, oh about a month ago."

"Good Norma. All sounds normal and very American honey which is something my stars have to be. American as mom's apple pie, stars and stripes and all that jazz. Your husband got an interest in your plans to be a movie star?"

"Good lord no Mr Stern sir!" came back Norma's reply, uttered somewhere in between a soft whisper and a fiery proclamation. "He's too busy with his sailing stuff," at which Norma blinked back the genesis of a tear "and he doesn't actually know I'm here in Hollywood. He thinks I'm with friends in Portland right now."

Fred mused to himself that his cute little mark was not above hiding some things and taking matters into her own hands when her ambition took centre stage. "Do you think he'll approve if I ever cast you in a movie sweet stuff?"

"I don't really care Mr Stern," replied Norma ignoring the affectionate name the studio chief called her by. "We're getting a divorce," there was steel in Norma's voice now "and I will do what I have to do to get by. Won't stay little Mrs Doughtery. No way!"

"I see Norma. What you're telling me is you're a free agent now? And you're hungry to be a movie star hmmm?"

"Oh yes sir, very very much so!" Norma leaned closer to the sixty-something man who held her destiny in his hands. "I want to be like Jane Russell and Jean Harlow and Linda Darnell. The kind of star that people stop and ask for autographs and feel better just by meeting. The kind of star with the huge house and the nice car and the latest clothes from Paris and New York. The kind of star with a place on Hollywood Boulevard and photographers snapping away like crazy as I walk down the red carpet at Graumann's. You understand what I'm talking about don't you Mr Stern?" The pretty young woman who was like a kid when it came to her taste in drinks had the greedy appetites of an obsessed adult when it came to fulfilling her ambition. Panogram's head honcho had seen starlets with barely inferior looks to Norma come and go, but few had expressed such a drive to succeed. So his plans for the rest of the audition seemed far more appropriate now, understanding that the 20 year old sailor's wife was no blushing violet, no scared mid-west farm girl who'd reject his demands.

"Well Norma they are some pretty big dreams you have there!" Stern dropped a wad of ash from his cigar into a platinum art deco ash tray and stared at his newest 'project'. "I have to admit your words have moved me. Made me understand a lot about your personality, your potential movie presence. But you know making fine speeches in private to an old New York schlemiel like me ain't what Panogram movie audiences like. They like beautiful American dolls, celluloid cheesecake...dare I say sex kittens in my movies Mrs Doughtery. For me to make a star out of you I need to make money from my movies. And for me to make money from my movies I got to give the audience what they want." Pacing up and down past Norma Fred Stern kept up his lecture. "If they want a talking mule and a dumb dancer I give it to them. If they want a war film where the Nips get wiped out and old glory gets hung up by a bunch of hero Marines I give that to 'em too." Stern then paused and looked at his target and paused. Watching her for a few seconds digest this information Stern waited for a five count, then continued. "And if my audience want to see a fit, healthy, American girl like you in little clothing dancing or singing or reciting goddam Shakespeare I give it to them. You catch my drift Norma honey?"

"Do you want me to show you some leg Mr Stern? Isn't my portfolio good enough?" Norma blushed a little and tried to hood her eyes from Fred's hungry attention. "Because if it isn't I'm not sure what else I can show you from my magazine shoots to help you sir."

"Screw the magazines kid," Stern spat out "that's the stuff for lining shoe boxes and for dumbass farm boys in Buttfuck Arkansas to moon over." Norma gasped a little at the crudity let loose by the man who held her hopes for stardom in his hands. " We're talking movies...films...pictures. And that means living, breathing, moving, blushing flesh." Panogram's stout and well-upholstered studio boss drew himself up to his full 5 foot 8 inches of Yonkers Jewish persona and put his metaphorical cards on the table.

"You want to be a star at Panogram you need to show me your tits and ass kid. Now. Here." The last two points were driven home for Norma by his stubby right index finger pointing at first her full breasts and then at her curved hips. "T and A honey; that's what sells pictures made at my studio, and by the look of what you have I think we can make a fortune. Together."

"What if I refuse?" Norma wasn't going to get undressed in front of the old man unless it was the last resort.

"You can just about kiss those movie star dreams goodbye. Capiche?"

Norma sighed, stood up and began to undo the buttons that kept her blue skirt up. Why was it whenever it came to getting anywhere in this goddam town someone always tried to see her undressed? She knew she was attractive and that her ample bosom and pert butt were the more significant attributes compared to her acting skills. But she was getting tired with being seen just as a piece of meat by sleazy men. It wasn't fair. Did Harlow have to go through this? Did Alice Faye, Bette Davis, Betty Grable or Dorothy Lamour? Norma tried to resolve that question for herself but Fred's crass voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Stop dawdling kid. Get those clothes off now!"

Norma jumped a little nervously and without a second thought drew down the top of her skirt, the blue material dropping to the floor. It exposed her white cotton panties and the garter belt that kept up her stockings. Fred Stern murmured a few approving comments as Norma then set about taking off her yellow top. "That's it girlie, let me see what the movie going public want to see too." as the starlet disrobed, pulling the halter neck away from her shoulders and up over her head she revealed a delightfully formed pair of breasts that were snugly supported by a strapless bra. There was some coyness to Norma's nervous grin when she finally stood before the studio head's gaze, wearing only her underwear which in turn gave the mogul a silent thrill. "This kid has a drop-dead fucking gorgeous bod" he thought to himself "I think I might have something work with" he then said, addressing the young woman.

"Do you really think so Mr Stern? Does this mean I can be a movie star?" Norma's breathless voice sounded like a 78 rpm record when she asked Fred these eager questions. He didn't return her effusive charm however; instead he kept looking at her with a paternal, officious look. "You know I can sing and dance and act and.."

"Just because I think you have potential darling doesn't mean that Panogram Pictures and Frederick Benjamin Stern are going to spend thousands of bucks trying to foist some half-baked young divorcee with a cute tush and a great pair onto the film going public of the US of A." Drawing himself up to his full height Fred continued to build upon the audition process as it had been practiced by powerful studio heads with attractive actresses since the days of Mary Pickford and Lillian Gish. Moving away from the couch he circled the now silent Norma, who shivered a tiny bit as the cool air of the office fan blew on her barely covered body.

"You see Norma," Fred Stern gruffly said as he drew on his cigar "I don't make films that rely on great actresses. My audience doesn't want to see films with the likes of Katherine Hepburn or some other meschugge women's flick that someone like goddam Billy Wilder or George Cukor would make. No; my films are made on the smell of an oily rag, with plots limited to boy meets girl, boy gets girl, boy fights commies, guys fight over girl. The actresses need to look like the girl next door to Joe Public, exude all the style and sexiness of a virgin hooker, and let their all-male all-American soldier boyfriend score at the end of the film as the credits roll. They may not be pieces of art, but they make me money. And to make money I need to have women in my films who look like they'll fuck any guy who watches the film she's in, without scaring off the date the guy brings along as some kind of rival. Are you that kind of actress Norma?"

The starlet considered what the studio bigwig asked. "Gee, I don't know Mr Stern. That all sounds a little, well crude. I was kinda hoping that the stuff I've done in community theatre..."

"I don't give a frigid fat fanny about community theatre honey!" The jowly flesh under Stern's neck turned a mottled purple. "I want to know can you shake your money maker," at which point he aimed his well chewed cigar stub at Norma's butt "and your titties" (waving the cigar now at her breasts) "almost bare naked while you get some B-Grade beefcake with a brick for brains to say his lines without costing me 20 takes on a scene. 'Cause if you can and know how to impress me with your talents in that direction, well I could possibly give you a role or two...supporting mind you...but yeah, a role or two here at Panogram."

Norma blushed and nodded her head in the affirmative. "I want to do whatever it takes to be one of your leading actresses Mr Stern sir. I want to learn, want to be a star. And if it means this", at which point she turned and wiggled her firm and curvy backside at the older man "gets more attention than my acting then I will do what I can. Okay Mr Stern?"

When she turned back to face the head of Panogram she saw that he was sitting back on the couch, his cigar barely held in his slack-jawed mouth and if Norma could believe her eyes a decent size tent was formed over the lap of Stern's trousers that he inobtrusively massaged. She was hoping he'd have a contract in his hand when she looked at him, instead to her dismay it was the shape of a barely concealed hard on.

"Mmmmm, I do love that tush of yours Norma. What say you come and sit in Mr Stern's lap and we talk about your first film." With most of the pretence now disregarded it was time for the Hollywood studio boss to complete the deal with his latest starlet. There was a momentary shuffle back from him as Norma stared at the lump in Stern's pants. He could see she was fighting her conscience, her greed for fame and fortune battling with her morality. Stern knew she was lost the moment she acceded to his demand for her to get out of her street clothes. Now it was just a matter of dotting the i's and crossing the t's.

"I'm thinking $75 a week, with a furnished bungalow supplied gratis over near the valley, and your debut film will have you.." reaching for a script lying on his desk Stern scanned the cover "as Betty in 'The Shocking Miss Pilgrim'. What do you think honey?"

Norma's clouded face turned into a beaming excited smile. "I get to be an actress here at Panogram Mr Stern sir, and you'll even give me money and a home!?"

"Uh huh." Stern replied patting his knee.

"Well, alright. I guess that's an offer I can't refuse huh?" The young woman who had entered the office about 10 minutes beforehand was before now just another Hollywood wannabe. Here was her opportunity, and it was so tempting. "All I gotta do is make the boss happy, right?" Norma mentally asked herself. With a mixture of bravado, happiness and excitement she took the plunge, moving to Fred Stern as he sat on the couch. "Hope I'm not too heavy for you Mr Stern sir" Norma breathlessly giggled, then she lowered her panty covered ass into the older man's lap.

"Not at all Norma, not at all." Stern's face also shifted from grim leering cupidity to cheery, almost paternal happiness. As the 20 year old starlet's panties rubbed against his black serge woollen suit pants he felt his old cock stiffen dramatically. It had been quite a while since one of the dozens of women he'd auditioned had got him so erect so quickly, and he couldn't help a contented sigh as Norma squirmed a little.


The Audition Ch. 01



 Four part story written by request, storyline is the requestor's, the writing errors are mine. I will submit the chapters every two days or so.

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Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

"Your family wants me to do what?!?!" I said this in a harsh whisper to my fiancé. We were in her bedroom at her family home on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, having gone there for the weekend. What she had just told me was shocking. I couldn't believe my ears and she was sitting there looking shocked and stunned herself, tears forming in her eyes. I started pacing and thinking about what I should say. But first, let me tell you how we got to this point.

Fall, 2009 I met my fiancé the year after we both graduated from college. We were working at the same company, both at the entry level, her in the Human Resources department and me as a database administrator. I was trying to get up to speed on everything and had not had much time to get out and enjoy myself except for the occasional weekend. I now found myself not going out at all during the week, trying to ensure I made a good impression for my initial review and to make sure I learned all that I could. I would only go out on Friday and Saturday nights.

One Friday as the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays approached, some of the folks from the company went to a happy hour. There were many people there and I noticed Gwen right away. She was a little reticent to get caught up in the unbridled joy (or stupidity depending on your point of view) that some people were exhibiting. She was smiling and laughing, but seemed a little reserved. She was blonde, very pale, and had a tiny bone structure. She looked to be no taller than about 5'2", but I couldn't tell for sure. I went over to the table where she was sitting and said hello to one of the guys that was there that I already knew. I was hoping for, and received, an introduction to her. I noticed that her eyes were a little green, but seemed to run toward hazel. They also captivated me and I caught myself staring at her a few times. 

Soon it was approaching 8pm and we had been there since about 5:30, so I decided to go to the restaurant next door and get some dinner. I told my friend this and then looked at Gwen. I was never very aggressive with my approach to women and was a little shy about asking, but somehow I managed to ask her if she wanted to join me. She looked down at her drink and then over at her friends who were, in my mind, making fools of themselves in front of some of the company managers. She looked at me and smiled. She agreed and I was inwardly thankful that I had gotten up the nerve.

When she stood, I got a better look at her. She was maybe 5'4" and 110 lbs. She looked to be athletic and in good condition. She moved like an athlete and since I played baseball in college, I figured she might have played some sport, too. She was wearing nice jeans that accentuated her slender stature and tight butt.

When we got to the restaurant, it was an Indian one. I loved Indian food and apparently she did too.

Since I had just met her, I didn't know where she worked yet. "So, where are you working?"

"Human Resources. What about you?"

"I'm working as a database administrator on one of the projects we have with the government."

She looked at me with eyes that seemed to bore into me, even though it was just innocent conversation. "How long have you worked here?"

"30th of June this year. Just graduated in May."

She smiled. "Me, too. I started work 15 July. I was afraid I wouldn't get any work for a while there. It was tough finding that first job."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Fortunately, I had a friend who pushed my resume to some folks. I was lucky."

We ate and discussed how things were and found that we were living in apartment complexes only a couple of miles apart. I felt at ease with her. By the end of the night, we had both sobered up enough to drive home, but I offered to give her a lift, just to be a gentleman. She accepted. When we got to the restaurant door, I opened it for her and she smiled a little slyly at me. When we got to my car, I unlocked and opened her door for her. I took her hand and helped her into the car. I walked around and got in.

"So, are you always this nice or are you just hoping to get lucky?"

That took me by surprise. I had just met her and for someone who seemed a little shy at happy hour, she was showing herself to be pretty feisty.

I decided to flatter her and said with as much sincerity as I could. "Well, regardless of the status of the two of us, I was raised by my mother to treat a woman like a lady until she proves that she's not. As for getting lucky -- I already did. I had a great dinner with a beautiful young woman. That's pretty lucky."

She watched me carefully and grinned. "Very smooth; flattery and manners. Putting on the full court press, are we?"

Ah, a smartass! "What? I can't actually have an enjoyable dinner with a woman and then offer to drive her home just out of the goodness of my heart?"

She laughed, and I liked her laugh. "Now I know you're a wolf in sheep's clothing." She kept grinning at me. 

"Well, I didn't say I wouldn't like to be invited in, but that's not what I was betting on. I just wanted a chance to ask you out on a date."

"Okay... ask."

I did and she accepted. As I drove her home, I could see that she was tired. She started yawning as soon as we stopped talking for a moment.

She saw me looking at her yawning. "Oh, god. Sorry. It's not you. I really am tired."

"I understand. I feel the same way some weeks. I have no energy left if it's been a hellish week."

We arrived at her apartment and I pulled up outside. I got out and she had opened the door by the time I got around to it. "I can open and get out of the car by myself." She teasingly chastised me.

"I know, but I like doing it." I closed the door behind her and walked her up to her door. 

She got out her keys and turned to me. "Thank you for bringing me home. Call me next week when you decide when and where you want to go for our date." She grinned.

I smiled and looked at my watch. "Is it next week yet?"

She laughed. "Quit. Your flattery is nice, but a little disconcerting."

"Sorry. I don't mean to push."

Gwen leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. "Yes, you do. Well, thank you. I'll be waiting to hear from you next week, okay?"

"You bet." I smiled and headed back to my car. I was practically floating on air. It had been a very long time since I had felt so alive and wonderful in the presence of a young lady. Or was this the first time it had ever felt so good? I really couldn't remember ever feeling like this. I drove home and had no trouble sleeping. 

Over the next couple weeks we dated a little casually, nothing too formal. We were taking it slow, mostly because she wanted to. I wanted to take it slow for a while, but being around her was driving me nuts. She seemed to ooze some pheromone that was making me hornier than usual. She was also living alone in a nice apartment while I was living with a roommate. She must have come from money, but she never told me anything about her family or situation.

For Christmas, Gwen was going to be heading home to be with her family. She had finally told me some things about them. I had learned that her father had died last summer and her mother lived alone in a big house. Her two sisters were older than her and married. The oldest had two children and the younger one just one child. They were all going to be there for Christmas and I could tell she was looking forward to being with family. Just before she left, I took her to a very fancy, very upscale place. I told her to dress up and she didn't disappoint. 

When she opened the door all I could do is stare and say "Wow!"

She had appeared in a little black dress that definitely conformed to the adjective little. It was strapless and barely covered her probably B-cup breasts. It looked expensive, but I knew nothing of women's clothes. It hugged her curves thru her small waist and then over her nicely flared hips to show off that world class ass. I had found out that it was world class due to the fact that she had been a college soccer player. At that moment I thanked the gods for inventing soccer for women. She had to have the tightest and most well defined thighs and ass of any woman I had ever dated. Since the dress only came to about 4 inches below her ass, it showed off these assets wonderfully. All in all, I was looking at what I wanted for dinner.

She grinned and blushed. "Thank you, I think. You're looking at me like I'm dinner."

I gave her an evil grin. "And that would be bad... why?"

She punched me. "You are so bad."

"No, actually, I've been told I'm very good."

She smacked me again good-naturedly. "By whom?"

Whoops! Maybe I shouldn't have gone there. "Uh, by an old girlfriend."

"Yeah, I bet!" Fortunately, she was still grinning. She put her coat on and then put her arm thru mine. "So let's go to this fancy restaurant where you are taking me."

It was fancy and expensive, but very, very good. The food had delicious sauces and was presented in a way that definitely made it worth the money, even though it was more than I usually spent on any three meals. When we were done and were leaving she put her arm in mine again and thanked me for taking her there. We drove back to her place and since she was a fan of taking it slow, I had no expectations except for a little making out we had been doing. But she surprised me. After she invited me in, she sat me on the couch and asked me if I wanted something to drink. I asked for a beer and she retrieved it. Then she said she had to get out of that dress and get more comfortable so I sat on the couch sipping my beer. I looked around for the remote to her TV. I figured nothing was going to happen and we had watched movies there before, so I thought I would see what was on. In a couple of minutes I would completely forget about the TV. Gwen came back into the room behind me and cleared her throat. I turned to see why she was being coy when a vision appeared. She was standing there in a small, red, completely sheer, mid-thigh nightgown. I could see her beautiful little cupcake tits with their bright pink nipples standing up against the fabric. Her pussy was visible and shaved to a small landing strip. I had never even touched her erogenous zones flesh to flesh and here she was standing there like that.

She grinned and blushed, and her hands were fidgeting, trying not to cover up her delicious body. "I've never done this before, but I wanted to make the first move tonight." I could see her almost trembling. "What do you think?"

I got up. "I think you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life."

She blushed and looked down. "Please come with me. I can't wait any longer." She put out her hand and I took it, letting her lead me down the hall into the bedroom. Her hand was clammy and she was definitely nervous. I followed that delectable little ass, trying not to drool on my shirt.

When we got into the bedroom she sat on the bed. "I'm a little nervous. I've never initiated sex before."

I lifted her chin up to kiss her lightly on the lips. "But you're not a virgin, so what are you afraid of?"

She looked away briefly until I pulled her face back up to look at me. "I like you so much, that I don't want you to be disappointed."

I leaned over and kissed her again lightly. "I am not, nor will I ever be disappointed in you. You are a very gorgeous woman and this is the best Christmas present I've ever received."

I kissed her hard then and she tried to rise from the bed, but I pushed her back onto it. She was lying with her legs hanging off the bed and I lay partially on top of her as we kissed hard. It was so exhilarating to be there with her lying beneath me. My stomach was doing flip-flops and my dick was testing the strength of the zipper on my dress pants.

I finally stood back up and looked down at her. Her eyes were pleading me to hurry and I undressed in Olympic record time. She scooted back on her bed and I lay down next to her. I ran my hands up under her nightgown and over her tits, feeling the hardness of her nipples as I kissed her. My dick was throbbing against her thigh and she reached down and grabbed it. I moaned into her mouth.

She pulled back. "I think we've waited long enough, don't you?" She was running her hands up and down my dick and I was more than ready.

"Yes, absolutely."

"Then do it. No more foreplay. Please. Fuck me now."

She pointed over to her bedside table where she had placed a pack of condoms. I picked one up and had it on in record time.

I rose up on all fours and crawled over her as she spread her legs, letting me get on my knees between them. I reached down to find that she was definitely ready. Her pussy was wet and she moaned when I felt it. I lowered myself down on top of her and kissed her again. She groaned as my dick made contact with her pussy and shoved her hand down between us, searching for it. She gripped it and guided it to the molten center of her sex. She held it there and started moving her hips, indicating that I should enter her now. I started thrusting my hips a little at a time and my dick slowly entered her, picking up the moisture from her well lubricated pussy. I was finally buried completely in her, our pubic bones mashed together, still kissing her. She pulled away from my kissing and threw her head back. She moaned and looked into my eyes.

"God, I've wanted to do this for a while now."

I smiled. "All you had to do is ask. I'm a guy, I'm easy." I punctuated each sentence with a small thrust.

She grinned and started rotating her hips. "Yeah, I know. That's why women are the stronger sex, because we can control our urges."

"Yeah, yeah, but who gave in this time?" I grinned and started rotating and thrusting also. 

We were both so worked up it was inevitable that it would be fast. And it was. We were making love, and it was definitely that, for no more than 5 minutes before she erupted, taking me along. We just kissed and stared at each other, savoring the closeness and our first sexual act together.

Finally, she kissed me. "Okay, get up, I'm getting squashed."

I crawled off her and she looked down at her matted pubic hair. "Damn, I really needed that."

I lay next to her and agreed. I pulled off the condom and put it in the trash can she had next to the bed. "Me, too." She started to get up, but I put my arm across her and held her down. "Stay here for just a minute." She relented and I cuddled up to her side. I wanted to feel her skin, her breathing, be close to her for a few minutes. 

After a couple of minutes she leaned over and kissed me quickly. "I thought I was the one who was supposed to want to cuddle."

"Hey, men don't cuddle. We just put up with it for our ladies." I grinned as I ran my hands over her beautiful nipples.

"Yeah, right." She slapped my hand away. "And quit doing that or you'll get me all worked up again."

"And that would be a bad thing?"

She grinned and sat up, pushing my arm away. "No, but I want to freshen up a little." She teased me with that as she got up and purposefully over-wiggled her ass at me as she went into the bathroom.

I lay there, rolling onto my back. I was resting comfortably when she returned, thinking about going to sleep.

She crawled alongside me and snuggled up on my left side, putting her leg up over me. "You want to stay the night?"

"Absolutely."

"Okay, good. Let's get under the covers." 

We got comfortable and it was only about 10 minutes before I could hear her breathing deepen and lengthen, indicating sleep. I followed not long afterward.

Things progressed quickly from there. I found that while she was a little demure in public, she was, underneath it, a fiery, opinionated, outspoken woman -- and I was slowly falling in love with her. She told me one night in May that she was in love with me and watched me closely. I could feel her gaze as she carefully watched how I responded. I just smiled, stared back into those eyes, and told her I loved her, too. Apparently, I passed her test because she ripped my clothes off and had her way with me -- several times that night. It took a week to wipe the grin off my face.

By July, we had become a couple that people described with both our names. It was only a matter of time, in my mind, before we got engaged. I decided that the best time would be after she returned from her summer vacation with her family and me with mine, which made it Labor Day weekend. We were both going to see our families the last week of August, separately, and would be back for that weekend. I had a key to her place so I set it up in a manner that she would appreciate. We were both hopeless romantics and I knew she would really appreciate the effort.

She called my cell about an hour before she got back. "Hey, baby."

I loved the way she would start with that on our phone conversations. "Hello. Is that you Gwen?" I had to tease her at least a little.

"There'd better be nobody else calling my man up and saying 'Hey, baby'!"

"Well, there was that waitress over at Denny's."

I could almost hear her evil grin over the phone. "You mean that one that you were flirting with a few weeks ago, you asshole?"

"I'm completely innocent, baby. It was all her!" I put the emphasis on 'baby' so imitate her.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, enough kidding around. I'm going to be there in about an hour. Are you going to be at my place?"

"Already there."

"Really? Good. I have a problem that only you can take care of."

"And what would that be, my dear?" I tried to sound like an old English aristocrat, but my accent really sucks.

"There's something wrong with my panties."

"Something? And what would that be?"

"They haven't been ripped from my body by my macho boyfriend in almost 10 days!"

"Mmm. I can see how that might be a problem for you. I'm ready to solve that since you were kind enough not to ask for assistance from anyone else."

"I love you, John. I would never do that." She suddenly sounded serious.

"I know, Gwen. I love you and trust you. Just hurry home so that I can solve your little crisis."

"Be there very soon." She hung up quickly.

I had everything ready now. I waited by the front door, dressed in only the robe that she had given me. I already had a slight chubby just from thinking of feasting on her delectable body.

She pulled up and got out. She didn't even get her suitcase out of the trunk, just rushed up to the front door. Damn! She must really be horny.

I opened the door and she stopped. She took in the sight before her. I was dressed in a robe and holding two glasses of champagne. She smiled and stepped forward. Before she took the champagne, she reached up and pulled me down, kissing me hard, with lots of tongue. I held the two glasses out to the side to keep from spilling them. After the kiss, I handed one to her and backed up. She took a sip and then stepped into her apartment. She was standing on the hardwood landing and looking at the rose petals that were strewn across the floor in a trail leading directly to the hallway and then disappearing to the left. She grinned.

"Oooohh. I like this." She turned and kissed me again. She then took the liberty of reaching inside my robe to grab my now almost fully engorged cock. She stroked it. "Mmmm. I like this even more."

I grinned. "Follow the rose petals."

She turned and reluctantly let go of my manhood and turned to follow the petals. We followed them back down the hallway to her bedroom. When she opened the door she saw the dinner tray sitting on the bed. On it I had placed a small dish of caviar and around it some crackers, diced onion, a sliced hardboiled egg, and some capers.




The Audition Ch. 01



She turned to me with tears brimming. "Somebody was paying close attention when I told him about my favorite foods."

"Yes, I was."

She walked over and sat on the bed. I followed and sat next to her. She stared at the little presentation. "This is so beautiful. What did I ever do to deserve you?" She put her head on my chest and hugged me.

I leaned over and put my champagne down. "You just keep being the wonderful woman you are and you'll get everything you deserve, okay?"

She looked up at me and nodded. She gave me a quick peck and then put her head back on my chest.

"This is so sweet. She suddenly stood up and went to her purse. "I have to take a picture to send to my mother."

I shook my head. She and her mother were close. Her father had died the previous year and they had become even closer. I loved her for that, too.

She finally put her phone down and went over and plunked down on the bed. "Okay, let's eat something here." She eyed me. "Somebody is going to need their strength."

I grinned and reached into the pocket of my robe for the last part of her surprise. She was just finishing her first cracker and had reached for her champagne. I put my left hand on her arm and stopped her. She looked up at me questioningly. I smiled and slid off the bed onto my knees. She was still looking puzzled until I held up the small ring box. 

I was unprepared for her reaction. She screeched and threw herself at me. She tackled me better than anyone had when I played football and ended up on top of me. I was being assaulted by lips for the next 2 minutes. She kissed me on the mouth, all over my face, and then my neck, before returning to my mouth. Finally she sat up and grabbed the box that I was still holding.

I grinned at her. "Is that a yes?"

She ripped the ring out of the box and put it on her finger before she answered me. She looked down at me and smiled. "That was a hell, yes, don't you ever think about taking it back."

"I never will." 

For the next two hours we remedied her situation with her panties. In fact, I don't think that pair was ever seen again.

As soon as we were sexually sated, Gwen called her mother, her sisters, and about 300 friends to tell them the news. She was on the phone for so long I was afraid it was becoming attached to her ear. That was the start of a beautiful engagement.

By November, we had made arrangements to spend Thanksgiving with her family. And that's where we ended up today. We are sitting in her bedroom trying to wrap our arms around what her mother had just told her. It was unthinkable to me. Her mother had told her that her two older sisters both had sexual duds for husbands. The husbands were not adventuresome, were not good at taking care of their wives' needs, and were not interested in even learning how to please them. Her mother had told Gwen that therefore, since just she and the three girls were there that Thanksgiving, having left the families to visit the other relatives, she and Gwen's two sisters were going to audition me to be a good husband. They would each spend a night with me to ensure that I knew how to take care of a woman sexually.

I thought and thought about what to say. Her mother and sisters were attractive enough. There was nothing disgusting about it physically, but something didn't seem right. How was I supposed to answer this? Her mother had become Gwen's closest friend since her father died, so she was shocked and dismayed. I guess there was only one thing to say.

"Gwen. I don't like it, but I will do whatever you say. If you want me to do it, I can handle it, but only if you can. If you say no, I'll back you 100%. I have no idea what you think, but I'm behind you. Tell me what you think and what you think we should do."

 to be continued... 



The Audition Ch. 01



"Did I give you permission to speak?"

"No, Sir." Her eyes dropped away from His as she swiftly knelt.. head to the carpet... ass high and thighs spread... awaiting the sting of His belt once again. Her ass cheeks were already showing splashes of color within the pattern of welts and bruises He'd left throughout the day. Tints of blue, purple and a dark, deep red accentuated the tops of her thighs, all over her plentiful buttocks, and even occasionally at the sides of her hips. Belt ends had a tendency to swing long and wide and could land their sweet kisses all around the body when prompted. 

She heard Him unbuckling His favorite tool of discipline..the small click of metal against metal. Then the quick "swoosh" as He slid it free from the loops on His black Levis with an easy pull He'd learned through years of practice. Her body shuddered. She was afraid to feel the leather strap again so soon. But she did not protest... nor resist in any way. She had asked for this. In fact she'd practically begged for it. And this day she was reaping the benefits of her desires.. one stripe at a time.

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They were sitting in their usual places for a Tuesday night. Mark was in the recliner.. its maroon leather creased and settled to the contours of His 6'3" 250 pound frame. Sara was a few feet away in the decorative armchair. A small wicker serving table was the only tangible item separating the pair. The intangible obstacles were a very different matter.

The couple had been together for nearly a decade and were clearly settled on remaining together for the rest of their lives. Both were near fifty and thoughts of starting over with strangers had been firmly laid to rest due as much to their love for one another as to the distasteful images of uncomfortable first dates and even more uncomfortable "it's not you, it's me" conversations. And, in truth, they were a good fit. Weaknesses and strengths complemented one another and made the pair one that could withstand the tests of time. 

Mark was a writer and it was through his writing Sara'd found him. BDSM erotica served as the catalyst for her initial interest. The stories he wrote under a pen name left her always wanting more. She would read a page or two, fingering an increasingly wet pussy, and finally have to stop mid-story for full scale masturbation. Each day she'd sign onto his site hoping against hope a new story would greet her. Two thoughts began to infiltrate her consciousness...first during the day and eventually interrupting even her dreams. 

Regardless of any risk, she needed to meet the man who could write such words of lust, pain, love, and, above all, control. Sexually submissive for as long as she could remember, her psyche was hard-wired to be dominated by a physically and mentally powerful man. And the man who created these characters and the scenes within which they came to life had become almost godlike in his apparent ability to read her most private thoughts and desires.

The second thought was more primitive.. green-eyed jealousy. Sara came to loathe the women in his stories. She was positive they were more than mere imaginary characters. They had actually tasted the salt on his skin and felt the kiss of his whip against their flesh. And in her mind there was only one woman on earth worthy of this man's attention. He just hadn't met her yet. 

Oddly enough it seemed both gods and the fates agreed with this greedy, yet determined sub. She made first contact by emailing her complete satisfaction with the erotic content, the author's writing style, and his understanding of the lifestyle beyond its "porn movie" motivated themes of handcuffs and blowjobs. His response was immediate and overwhelmingly positive. Email correspondence lead to phone conversations, face to face meetings, "dates," increasing mutual attraction, and finally declarations of love and the need for a common household. They fell together like puzzle pieces made of liquid gold. 

He really was all she'd known he would be beyond the writing. He possessed a keen mind and a sharp wit. They could talk for hours about politics, religion, or even the eating habits of aborigines in Australia. His tall tales of life growing up in small southern towns left her laughing until tears streamed down her cheeks.

Quickly Mark became her Dom and Master. She felt complete and loved kneeling at his feet, riding his cock, and feeling the soft, yet powerful touch of his fingers against her cheek. They completed each other in ways that no other had ever been able to do. And it was good.

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It was Tuesday night. One of their "shows" would be starting on a local network in a few minutes. They waited without speaking. Each seemingly lost in a world consisting of internet sites and android apps. Dinner was over and the dishes put away. The remainder of the night would include television, light conversation, and possibly sex before she fell asleep earlier than him. It was their new "typical" night.. comfortable... but missing something. 

A rerun of the Andy Griffith show had little Opie about to get a spanking from his Pa. He must have been watching because he looked at her and said, "You need one of those too." He laughed and then went back to the small screen on his phone.

She thought about what he had said and he was right. She DID need a spanking. In fact, she hadn't had one in weeks.. or was it months. To be honest, she probably needed one on a daily basis given she didn't respond to him with the degree of respect and service a Master should always expect and receive from his submissive. 

As the years had progressed, their D/s relationship had been slowly but steadily replaced with all the elements of a vanilla couple including bills, jobs, failing water heaters, teenaged sons and daughters, and a myriad of other routine activities. On occasion he would push her to her knees and growl commands into her ear. Fun nights to be sure but irregular enough that they served more as happy surprises than as conditions of their relationship. She couldn't remember the last time she'd called him sir of her own accord. As a sub she knew this was wrong and she was determined at this moment to make it right again.

"Do you really think so?" she asked.

"Do I really think what?"He responded noncommittally.

"Do you think I need a spanking?" A small smile played about her lips but didn't fill her green eyes. She was serious and he noted it.

"I've thought that for a while ... but you always seem to not be in the mood anymore.. so I just let it go." His voice was steady but it held a note of sadness. "I won't force you. You know that."

Sara did know. It had always been a thing between them even when they were new and she knelt willingly and often in his presence. She felt the need to push against his control.. to see if he'd push back. And he felt that willing compliance and service should indeed be willing.. not coerced. Disciplining a sub was a necessary component of any D/s relationship but it was not supposed to be utilized as some type of test of a Dom's continued commitment or abilities.

She wondered now if that was one of the reasons they'd gotten so far off track. Life's problems set up natural barriers and the two of them had allowed the barriers to grow even higher by clinging to their own views of power exchange. Not that it mattered how it had occurred. It was there and she wanted to make a change. And it sounded like he did too. 

"Yes. You're right. I know what I want from you.. what I need from you... but I get tired after working all day and then at home too. I'm always thinking about the kids and what we need for them. .. not to mention the house and all. And I get agitated easily.. even by you. I'm sorry. That's been wrong of me. What do you think about us trying again? Kind of like starting over?"

He hesitated, as if he was trying to word his response just right. 

Finally he said, "I'm willing to try again, but I think we don't need to try a full blown Master/slave 24 hours a day thing. It won't work and you know it. It's not like you're going to be able to stop going to work every day. You'll still be tired at night and you won't remember to say "Sir" and you'll expect me to do something about it and if you're already mad you'll get even more pissed when I say something. You know I'm right."

He didn't speak with anger. She heard him speaking from his heart.. from a Master's heart. She sighed. "Okay. That's true. But I still want to try something to make it work better. What about doing what we used to do.. when we first met.. but just for a day or two? I could follow all your old rules about protocol and respect and dress and everything. I can do it for a day. I know I can. I promise I won't get mad and act all bitchy with you. Please let me try?!"

It was his turn to sigh. Then he stood and looked down into her pleading eyes. "Please let me try.. what?"

She knew this one. She smiled. "Please let me try... Sir?"



The Audition Ch. 02



(In the first chapter of this story young wife and hopeful actress Norma Doughtery had come to Panogram studios, a B grade film studio in the late 1940s looking to audition with its owner Fred Stern. The older Jewish film tycoon introduces to Norma to that standard tool of film making during Hollywood's glory years; the casting couch. We pick up the action as Norma tries to impress Fred with her oral skills.)

Chapter Two

For the next few minutes the only sounds that disturbed the stillness of Stern's office were Norma's wet slurps and his grunted sighs. The starlet worked on her new boss's dick with all the eagerness she could muster, trying to show him how much she wanted him (or in her mind, wanted him to give her a movie career). Her tongue flicked over the thick knob, its tip glancing over smooth glans then sliding underneath to leave the skin glossy with saliva. With every push into her mouth the old man's cock thrust along a different path, one moment hitting the roof, the next stabbing at her cheek pouches. Drool began to dribble over Norma's cherry red lips as Fred sawed back and forth, and the combination of his pre-ejaculate and her spit formed a sticky stringy bridge between him and her when Stern withdrew his prick.

"Goddam you know how to blow a man Norma," Stern stated, looking down on the young woman as she again engaged his fat erection. "Why don't you suck my balls too honey?"

Norma quelled her disgust and switched her mouth's position. Tentatively at first the beautiful girl kissed Stern's hairy sac, trying not to get the greying copper strands of his pubes caught in her teeth or tickling up her nose. The smell of his scrotum was intense, and it was a little repugnant. At this moment she really understood what it meant when some of her more uritan friends back home said about the loose morals of actresses. It was almost as if she was one of those street walkers she'd seen outside her two-bit hotel where she was staying whilst she attempted to get her acting break in Hollywood. With every lick of Stern's nuts and every swallow of his slimy prick Norma felt more and more like a tramp, almost as bad as a hooker. The kind that would pick up a customer for a quick blow job in some dingy alleyway, charge five bucks and then return to the street a few minutes later with dirty knees and a horrid taste in their cheap mouths. But this wasn't a cheap throw in some dingy back alley or grimy hotel room. This was giving her all to get her movie star dream.

Fred Stern on the other hand wasn't spending as much time worrying about the moral turpitude, the ethical dilemma he was putting Norma in. All he was worried about was making sure that Mrs Norma Dougherty gave him a head job he'd earned after all these years schmoozing with the Hollywood types. With hands spread across the back of her head he made sure that when he pushed his prick into her mouth it went as deep as he wanted it to. He was in control and as part of this process he made sure Norma gagged when his dick went as deep as it could. It might have looked a little ridiculous if someone had found Stern and his protégé in this position, the old man's pants round his ankles and the starlet trying not to suffocate from his phallus. Stern wasn't concerned; in his office, in his studio he was the boss, and what was said and done was his prerogative, no one else's.

Shifting one of his hands from Norma's neck he groped again for her tits. As the young wife was too busy trying to keep her balance she wasn't able to interpose either hand to stop him. Of course it would have been a mistake on her part if she interfered with his carnal pleasures. Norma had to let the perve fondle her tits and just accept it.

"I love the way your boobs feel honey," Stern muttered absent-mindedly, not caring if Norma acknowledged his words or not. "They are firm, not too big, and your nipples..." at which point the studio head paused and used his right thumb and forefinger to squeeze the roseate left nipple just a tad. The spike of pain that Norma felt made her gasp in surprise, just as Stern again plunged his cock into her mouth. The sensation for him was amazing, for Norma the cruel attention drew a couple more tears from her beautifully sad eyes. "I think the average shmoes that pay their buck or so to see a Panogram film are gonna go ape over seeing your titties baby. 'Course they won't get to see them all bare and ready for a squeeze like they are now Norma, but hey...some things are only for the head of the studio right?'

All Norma could do was give a small nod of her head and then continue to use her lips, her tongue and her mouth on the dick that was being shoved this way and that. More slobber formed whilst she sucked Fred's cock and the saliva clung to his balls and shaft. Norma's jaw began to ache and it was difficult to remain concentrating on acting compliant whilst having her sleazy boss rub her perky breasts. For a few more minutes it continued; Fred Stern pushing and probing, poking his dick into Norma's mouth whilst she mewled and grunted throat-stuffed sounds. For a brief moment the older man impelled her head into his groin and kept it firmly in place, not letting Norma move back for comfort or for breath. Her stockings were beginning to fray slightly at the knees from Norma's shifting, rubbing the sheer material raw on the carpet. The gruelling effort of serving Stern was making the starlet wish that he'd just cum and be done with it. If it meant swallowing his spend so be it. "Just get it over with damn you!" she thought to herself.

With his prick fully erect and slick with the combination of Norma's spit and his pre-cum Fred drew back one more time, and to Norma's surprised relief he didn't shove it back down her throat. Taking in a gulp or two of air she looked up at Stern, her wet eyes looking for answers and perhaps an end to the 'audition'.

"Get up honey," Stern commanded as he stepped back, giving the young woman at his feet a chance to rise. "I think that's enough cock sucking for one day don't you?"

"Oh yes...thank you Mr Stern sir." Norma rose quickly, wiping her lips with the back of her right hand. Strands of sticky goo were transferred there as she tried to clean away the dirty remnants of her oral submission. "I hope that was what you wanted?" Norma's cute breathless voice framed the question with a hopeful tone. Unfortunately for her the problem was the aging movie mogul wasn't completely finished putting his latest acting acquisition through her paces. "I normally don't do this," Norma prattled on as she stood there, still clad only in her stockings "but I want to make you happy and get that role you promised." Again Norma wiped her mouth, then went to reach for her clothes which lay on the floor behind Stern.

"Not so fast my dear," barked Fred Stern in reply "The audition has just started kiddo." As Norma's reaching hand fell back and the look on her face went from upset but vindicated to downbeat and submissive the cruel film maker continued. "I like the way you handle the lines I feed you sweetheart. But let's see what other gifts you have. Like, say...that." With a flourishing gesture of his hand Stern indicated her mound, staring at it like a kid in a candy store. "I think you need to lie down on my couch and let good old Mr Stern hump that soon-to-be-a-film-star pussy."

"But I don't want to!" came Norma's morose and surprisingly defiant reply. "I came here Mr Stern you dirty old man to become an actress; not your lover." Norma dropped her act as the compliant girl for a moment. "I want to be a star not just on your terms, on my terms too."

Stern's response was in turn a surprise for Norma. Instead of answering back he quickly grabbed for her with a speed that was most unlike a man at least 40 years older than her. As she began to squeak an anguished protest he violently drew her back so that she teetered towards him. Arms and legs flailed in every direction and the sound of their struggles were a mixture of yelps, grunts and on her part Norma's cries of "Stop" and "Let me go."

"Shut your goddam whining mouth girl, or I'll kick your ass so fast out on the street you won't have time to beg for one last chance." Stern used his slightly lower centre of gravity to push back against Norma's torso. He may have been older, smaller and a cigar smoking drinker but the studio boss knew a hell of a lot more about winning clinches with a struggling starlet then the young woman he was 'auditioning' could even begin to imagine.

For a brief moment the two figures grappled then, with a half-suffocated 'Oomph' crying out from Norma's mouth the older man won the struggle. His victim tottered backward, and as he growled a throaty "That's it sweetheart" Norma tumbled onto the couch. Her left leg arced up in the fall, and her right hand had just enough time to reach behind and steady the fall. The leather sofa gave in to her tumbling body, and like a flash the pants-less movie mogul climbed onto Norma's flailing figure.

"Oh please Mr Stern! I don't want to. Let me go I beg you...please!!"

"Why should I let you go Norma," the dirty old man leered as he used his weight to pin the reluctant woman down "just when you're on the cusp of becoming my latest star." He pawed her bare breasts with his stubby fingers, tweaking the crimson red nipples with one hand. His sweaty face shifted so that he could breathe in her scent, looming menacingly over her neck. In some perverse way he was reminded of those great horror films of the 30s, as if he was that Hungarian hack Bela Lugosi trying to latch onto the virginal neck of a sacrificial maiden. 'Screw that' he then thought to himself 'I just want to nail this piece of tail and get her to make me some bucks'. In one fell swoop his mouth clamped onto the translucent skin of Norma's nape, giving her another cause to yelp and cry out in protest.

"Don't rape me Mr Stern, please don't!" sobbed Norma, her 20 year old slender body pinned under the studio chief. "I can't have sex with you...I just can't." Her beautiful big eyes looked back at the sweaty face of the old man mauling her neck, trying to convince him she wasn't ready to be exploited like this. Yes, she did feel a degree of pleasure from Stern's fingering earlier, and the idea of becoming a star was a thrill as well. However the thought of the perverted old man atop her doing something simply too awful to consider was unacceptable for Norma. She cried again, pleading with as much sincerity as she could for him "Don't force me sir! Please don't stick that...that...that thing in me." The shameful references to his erect cock made her blush deep crimson, almost merging the rouge on her cheeks with her flushed skin. And yet all the while the old Jewish movie tycoon was stabbing against the barely covered cleft of her crotch.

"These fucking panties of yours Norma irritate the crap outta me!" Fred Stern paused from trying to literally devour Norma's neck long enough to vent his frustration at the cotton barrier between his thick prick and her cunt. "What say we do something about them?" he asked rhetorically, without waiting for her to offer an answer or a protest. Whilst he squirmed on top of the young woman he kept her from pushing him away, and his right hand moved with surprising quickness off her left tit. Grabbing the side of the knickers he began to tug, first down, then up, out then around. The fabric held firm, but it wasn't as strong as the desire in Fred Stern to remove the underwear that was keeping him from plunging balls deep into Norma's pussy. As she tried to wriggle away, shifting her hips and pert ass around on the leather couch the actress didn't realise she was hurting her own resistance. The panties that were her last safeguard couldn't hold much longer, the material starting to sheer away from the elasticised hem. Stern's fingers were like talons, trying to shred her undies off her beautifully curved left hip. Then, with a loud sound that in undercut Norma's sobs, her cotton knickers finally gave way.

"Christ I love the sound of ripping knickers!" exclaimed Fred, his hand now tearing at the shredded underwear, a long gash formed down from the elastic top over the now partly exposed pubic mound of his flailing victim. Norma was in a frantic state, her hands trying to protect her pussy, all the while scrabbling for a hold on the leather sofa, as well as trying to battle off the studio boss's groping left hand, and just as futile find some way to push him back off her. 'Oh my god," she wailed to herself "he's like a damned octopus!" The starlet was absolutely flummoxed, her shapely near nude form ripe for the picking by her perverted attacker.

"That's much better isn't it honey?" Stern lewdly laughed, before kissing the frantic young woman hard on her cherry red lipstick hued lips. He wasn't sill enough to French the girl yet, but he knew that more manipulation with his fingers over her now uncovered snatch might ease her resistance. "I do like 'em feisty...and this one's a fighter." Stern thought to himself, before losing his logical thoughts to the unadulterated pleasure of grinding his tumescent prick against Norma's torn panties. His hand which had done the damage to Norma's knickers now inveigled itself between his semi-corpulent stomach and her flat, smooth belly. He was searching for the first curls of her pubes, and from there it would be a simple matter or rubbing the right button again. 

Norma was by now regretting her foolish desire to put her need for stardom above her own safety. "Stop it Mr Stern...stop it!" she implored, begging the wicked man to leave her body alone. The sensations of having her undies torn, followed by the passionate kiss from his gin and cigar stinking mouth made her shudder in revulsion. However there was still a small part of her that was thrilled to be garnering such attention, to be offered this admittedly painful path to becoming famous. There was a fire in her belly that was caught up in the nausea of being assaulted, so whilst her hips and butt tried to shimmy away from her attacker, the tiniest voice in the back of her head was urging surrender.

Just as she was about to raise her stocking right knee to perhaps at least dislodge the fat older man, Norma felt her clit being touched again. Unlike the last time when Stern had fingered her gash, she was not in any way in control. The pressure was not as gentle or as erotic for her; this was a brutal sensation. "Ouch...stop it!!" she groaned in a guttural plea. "It hurts. It hurts Mr Stern...please don't...noo!!"

With a manual dexterity that even surprised himself Fred Stern had by now moved two fingers into the wet folds of Norma's upper slit, with the index and middle fingers stabbing hard with a rough circular motion. Before it had been gentler, more romantic if that could be at all appropriate to such a situation. Now however Stern was using his fingers to violate the 20 year old wife of some stupid schmuck who couldn't keep her happy (or more importantly he thought legs up on her back screaming for his no doubt puny gentile cock).

"Do you have to be...uhhhh...so rough?" Norma yipped with a painful tinge in her as usual breathless voice. "It hurts Mr Stern...I hate it!"

"Stop your wailing kiddo," Stern countermanded "you think just because you sucked some prime Jewish cock and let me fiddle with your honeypot I was going to make you bigger that Rita Hayworth?" The studio chief slide the two digits at Norma's vaginal opening inside, this time not worrying about lubrication or a tender entry. This was the movement of a carnal brute, sticking his fingers in deep to widen her cunt for the inevitable fucking his dick was dying to deliver.

"AHHHHHH! Ohhh...NOO!"

Norma's mouth called out in desperate pain, shrieking with a submission tinged with fear and degradation. Her stockinged legs shot up and out as if they were being jerked by a puppet master, and as her beautiful body shuddered unwillingly Stern moved too. He was able to use his free hand to half drag, half push the victim of his cruel audition up into a more appropriate position. The leather squelched and the sofa groaned, its burden of two writhing people now closer to the well-supported centre.

"Stop it you bastard, you filthy pervert!" Norma squealed again, her protests shrill. However Stern was not to be deterred. He worked his knobbly right knee up in against the inside of her left leg, then with a grunt shifted once more, drawing his body into a position where Norma was semis-spread before him. Her tush slid this way, then that, partly trying to shake off her molester, partly in exquisite agony as his fingers explored her vagina. She could feel his fingernails raking along her innards, the pain mingled with the occasional lewd shot of pleasure when he twirled his thumb over her clit. Norma was resisting as much as she could, but this horrid wicked man was using every dirty trick and carnal stimulation to break her.

"You know it's been ages since I had such a fighter here on my casting couch Norma." Stern briefly reflected his mouth targeted her right nipple. In a flash he had the coral red tip between his lips, sucking it back like a hungry man scouring a bone for marrow. The stimulation from this was intense, and Norma couldn't help focusing on that feeling just as Stern withdrew his fingers from her bruised cunt. She didn't think, she just reacted. Unfortunately for the 20 year old starlet the Panogram studio boss knew how to manipulate his actresses; physically as well as financially. Whilst Norma's eyes narrowed in a mixture of loathing and lust, her tit being passionately mauled by the old man, he used his now free hand to position the head of his dick against her reddened pussy lips.

"Now here comes the big part I know you've been dying for Norma."



The Audition Ch. 02



 Four part story written by request, storyline is the requestor's, the writing errors are mine. I will submit the chapters every two days or so. Part 2 of 4. 

The Audition, Ch. 2

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

So here we are, Gwen and I. We are sitting in her bedroom trying to wrap our arms around what her mother had just told her. It was unthinkable to me. Her mother had told her that her two older sisters both had sexual duds for husbands. The husbands were not adventuresome, were not good at taking care of their wives' needs, and were not interested in even learning how to please them. Her mother had told Gwen that therefore, since just she and the three girls were there that Thanksgiving, having left the families to visit the other relatives, she and Gwen's two sisters were going to audition me to be a good husband. They would each spend a night with me to ensure that I knew how to take care of a woman sexually.

I thought and thought about what to say. Her mother and sisters were attractive enough. There was nothing disgusting about it physically, but something didn't seem right. And how was I supposed to answer this? Her mother had become Gwen's closest friend since her father died, so she was shocked and dismayed. I guess there was only one thing to say.

"Gwen. I don't like it, but I will do whatever you say. If you want me to do it, I can handle it, but only if you can. If you say no, I'll back you 100%. I have no idea what you think, but I'm behind you. Tell me what you think and what you think we should do."

Gwen looked up at me. I hated laying it on her, but I had to know what she was thinking. "This is all a lie. There's more to it than what you have been told. C'mon." She held out her hand and I took it.

Gwen led me into the dining room where her mother and sisters were sitting, sipping wine and waiting for my answer. They looked almost as tense as Gwen, but I could not figure out why. There was definitely something more going on here.

Gwen led me straight to her mother. "Mom, I want you to tell John the truth about this. Show him the paper." Her mother hesitated and just looked back and forth between us. "Now!"

I had never seen Gwen this demonstrative with her mother and her mother must not have either. She jumped when Gwen said that. "Okay, honey. But he has to agree to keep this a secret, okay?" She looked at Gwen and then at me. 

I was unable to understand what they might be talking about. I looked at her and then Gwen. "Sure. I can keep a secret."

Mrs. Thurman got up and walked over to a drawer in a small secretarial desk. She opened a drawer and pulled out an envelope. She walked back over to us and stood there looking at Gwen. She finally took a deep breath and handed it to Gwen. "We have to proceed very carefully." She looked at everyone. "Sit down, John. Okay, Gwen, show him."

Gwen turned to me and handed me the envelope. "Please, please, read this completely before you say anything."

"Sure." I didn't know what else to say. What the hell was in this envelope? She let go of the envelope as I took it and sat down.

I opened the envelope and read the letter that was inside.

"Ann, I know that I am dying at this time. There is nothing more that can be done about it. However, I have a few things to get off my chest. First, I know that you are a slut and that you have been having affairs for the last few years. I also know that your first two daughters are sluts as well. They have fucked every man they can at college, and they have even branched out around our neighborhood. I just hope that you three do not corrupt Gwen as she gets older. I will be dying soon and I cannot do anything about what fucking whores you three have come, but I can at least make you three do one thing. I can withhold my estate from you. I have a plan that I have come up with to prove a point. I am going to withhold everything except a $50,000 annual allowance for Ann, from all of you. Only when you carry out these instructions will the remaining part of the estate, currently valued at $35,000,000.00, be released to be shared by all of you as I dictate in an additional amendment to my will. Here's the plan. Someday soon, Gwen will come home with a man she wants to marry. In order for the remainder of my estate to be issued to you fucking tramps, you will have to each fuck and suck this man before the wedding. One night alone with each of you should do it. The requirement is that you have to give up all three orifices to him. I don't care what you tell Gwen or if you don't, but if you do this, to prove my point, the remainder of my estate will be released according to the additional document. If not, then it will automatically go to my favorite charity. In order for this to be considered accomplished, this young man will have to report to my attorney and confirm it. I hope you all rot in hell. Don"

I sat there stunned and read it again. I had never read a letter full of such hate and disgust. It sounded like a bitter, angry old man and was nothing like the man that Gwen had described a few times. "Uh, this is a very strange letter."

Mrs. Thurman nodded. "Yes, it is. First, I want to say something on our behalf. I never cheated on Don. I have no idea where he got his ideas from, but over the last couple of years he became jealous and saw every man who I talked to as a possible adulterer of mine. Sheila and Gaby are not tramps either. I would imagine that they had a healthy sex life at college because that's the way things are nowadays. I spoke to them and neither of them understands the comment about the neighborhood. We are not tramps."

I looked at her and then Gwen. "I have no reason to doubt you. However, this is a very strange situation." I looked down at my hands. "Mrs. Thurman. I love your daughter more than anything. As soon as we were a steady item I considered that I was only going to be with her. We have been monogamous for a long time. I do not want to hurt her or cheat on her, so I'm having a hard time considering this."

She looked at me and sighed. "I know. I knew that Gwen would come home with a very nice man."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. However, I cannot imagine giving up the money that Don accrued over our lifetime. I was a stay at home mother and raised three daughters. I went to all his social events. When I could go back to work, he was making enough that he asked me to stay home. I agreed and continued to support him. I thought I would get his estate after agreeing to that. But since I didn't, I now find that I cannot support myself or even this house on what I am earning in my job. I was hoping to keep this big house in the family and continue to live in this nice neighborhood and enjoy life, but without the rest of his estate I cannot do it. I know that my daughters each deserve a piece of this, so we talked about it over the last year and a half, to make sure we knew where we stood. We all agree that it's worth it to do this just this one time for our families."

"What about contesting it? This is very irregular? Why not contest it and get it thrown out? I cannot imagine any judge upholding something like this."

Mrs. Thurman looked at her hands, pulling on them, twisting them in nervousness. "I asked a friend who is a lawyer about this. He said we could. However, there is an attachment that I didn't give you. On it is the list of people he accuses us of cheating and having affairs with. I could probably live with it, but there are very nice, responsible members of the community on there. What happens when this comes out in court? You know that in today's world it would come out or they would be called to contradict my husband's allegations. And it would definitely be a juicy news item. These people would be ruined, maybe even their marriages disrupted, by a jealous old man's fantasies. I cannot think about that. The same is true of my daughters. He names people the same way. I'm sorry, but I won't do that even if you refuse. I just hope we can convince you to do it." 

When she finished I considered what I had heard."I'm sorry Mrs. Thurman. I can see you are in a tough spot. I can commiserate with you about this, but there are still dangers besides the personal issues. Can I tell you an old joke?"

She looked puzzled. "Sure."

"It's one I heard a long time ago." I sat forward. "A man was at a bar where he met a very desirable young lady. After a few drinks he leaned over and asked her, 'Will you have sex with me for a million dollars?' She looked at him and thought about it, but eventually said yes. He smiled and asked her, 'Will you have sex with me for a hundred dollars?' She looked aghast and said, 'What do you think I am a whore?' He smiled and said, 'We've already established that, now we're just bickering over price.'" I sat back and watched Mrs. Thurman. 

"So are you saying that this makes us whores?" She was not happy.

"No, I'm saying this may be his way of proving the point that he believes that you are and that this is a dangerous thing we are doing. The final amendment is still unknown to you, right?"

She looked at me carefully. "Right. We can't see it until it's time to declare that we have accomplished the first part or decide to protest it."

"This is a very dangerous thing." I was worried about what the real goal of such a vicious man would be. Is this really what he wants? He wants them to be whores to prove that they are? Is that really a test?

She came right back at me. "But what choice do we have? If we do not do this before you two are married, we don't even get a chance at the rest of his estate. I should have some of that, don't you think?"

"I agree that you should get some of the estate, Mrs.Thurman. I'm sure that I would want it if I was a family member. However, I'm just not sure that I can do this. Gwen?"

Gwen looked up at everyone. She had been particularly quiet sitting there. "John, I love you. I want you to be faithful to me. However, I don't know how I can say no to my family on this."

I watched her carefully. She fidgeted and wrung her hands. She was very uncomfortable... as was I. "So if we do this, what's the plan?"

Mrs. Thurman looked around. "Sheila, Gaby, and I already drew straws long ago to determine the order. I am supposed to go first, then Sheila, and then Gaby. You will sleep with each of us one night for the next three."

I looked over at Sheila and Gaby. They were also fidgeting and unable to meet my eyes. "Are you two willing to do this, considering you are married?"

Sheila looked up and around. She opened her mouth and hesitated. Finally, she said, "Yeah, I guess so."

Gaby stared at me until she realized I was waiting for her to answer individually. She was staring at me as she answered. "No choice." 

I went over and kneeled in front of Gwen. "Gwen, you must be absolutely sure that you can handle this. Saying now that you want me to do it and having to remember this for the rest of your life are two different things. Are you going to be able to face the fact that I had sex with the rest of your family?"

"I don't know. I just think that I have no choice."

I stood up. "Okay, I'll do it."

Everyone visibly relaxed for a moment, and then the mood got tense as everyone realized what was coming. Mrs. Thurman spoke first. "Okay. It's 8pm. Everyone get to bed and let's get this over with. John, you can come to my room about 10. Is that okay?"

"Fine." I watched Gwen and saw her flinch at that. I went to her and took her by the hand. I led her upstairs and into her bedroom. I sat her on the bed and kneeled in front of her. "Any time you change your mind, you let me know, okay?"

She nodded. "I'll be fine."

I leaned over and hugged her. "I'm not sure about that, but if we love each other, we'll get thru this."

She nodded glumly and looked up at me. "You think so?"

"I know so. I'm not allowed to take that ring back if you remember correctly."

She smiled a little. "That's correct."

We got ready for bed and I put on the pajamas that I had brought. I usually slept in the nude, but made sure I brought them for being at her house. Her mother and family were allowing us to sleep together, which I initially thought was very modern. Now I wondered if that was just because of the situation they were in.

Gwen got quieter and quieter as 10pm approached. She clung to me and we lay there hugging each other. She finally looked up at about two minutes before. "I love you. I want you to take care of them. They are my family and they deserve your respect and love just like me."

I stared into her eyes. "You are so good to them. I hope they realize what this means to you."

She buried her head in my shoulder. "I hope so, too."

She finally pushed me away. "Okay. Go to Mom."

I stood and she lay there staring at me, a single tear leaking down the side of her face toward me. This made me angry and was fucking with my head. I didn't know if I should go or not. She gave me a wan smile and "Go. We have to do this."

I left her and went down to her mother's room. She was already in bed and waiting. When I entered she looked up and I walked over to her bed. She took a deep breath and patted the bed. I started to climb in.

"Wait!" I looked up at the way she said it. "The pajamas." She indicated that I was still wearing my pajamas. I knew she wanted me to take them off, but she couldn't say the words.

I stripped and watched her as my soft dick came into view. She looked up at me and smiled. I climbed in and she cuddled up next to me. She was naked.

She pushed herself up on one elbow and looked at me seriously. "I want to thank you for this. We'll make this quick and then you can go and comfort Gwen. I know this is hard on both of you."

I nodded as she leaned in and kissed me. She kissed me and immediately reached for my cock. She was not shy, that's for sure. We kissed and she fondled me and I finally put my hand up to grasp one of her tits. She moaned and pulled back, closing her eyes. I kept fondling it, running my fingers over the nipple and then lightly squeezing it. She groaned and fell back flat. I looked down as the blankets fell away from her body. Her tits sagged a little, but were nice and full. The nipples had large dark areola, with a short hard nub. They were sensitive, too. I leaned over and took one into my mouth. She groaned and held my head. She kept her eyes closed and I wondered if that was so that she didn't have to look at me or if she was just trying to enjoy the sex. She suddenly sat up and pushed me back. 

"Let me do some oral first. I want to satisfy all the requirements properly. I know that we could just go thru the motions, but we'd better make sure we do it right or I could blow this opportunity... to get the estate." She added the last part as she thought I might misunderstand what she meant by the opportunity. She dove down and engulfed my dick in a flash. It was my turn to groan. She sucked me only a couple of minutes, licking around the crown and fondling my balls, so that I was soon as hard as I could get. She was quite good at it. She sat back. "Okay, let's do this in doggy position. You can start in my pussy and then before you cum, move to my ass. I want to get this all over with immediately."

"Okay." Was there anything else to say? She knew exactly how she wanted this to go and talked about it so easily I was a little shocked.

She turned over and grabbed something from the nightstand. She handed it to me. "Lube. I haven't had sex in two years, so my pussy should be fine, but I haven't had anal in a very long time." Suddenly she was very frank and open about all this.

Being tight made sense if she was truly as faithful as she said and I had no reason to doubt her. As she got on all fours, I examined the rest of her body. She was actually very attractive and took good care of herself. She had a couple extra pounds, but her shape was good and her ass was fucking hot. It made me think of Gwen and the fact that the genes she got meant she was going to look this good for a long time. I looked down and grabbed my dick and thought that although this was a chore, it was going to be an enjoyable one. I just couldn't let Gwen know that.

I moved up behind her and she looked over her shoulder. "Remember, go slow. It's been a long time." I nodded and she turned again. "Oh, call me Ann. I won't be able to take you calling me Mrs. Thurman."

I chuckled. "Okay, Ann," and I slapped her ass a little.

"Oh, that's good. I love a little ass-slapping with my sex."

I obliged her and slapped her other cheek. She grinned as she looked over her shoulder. I moved up behind her and slowly ran the head of my dick around her gash, picking up the lubrication. She groaned and put her head down. I moved my cock forward, working it slowly into her. Damn! She was right, she felt very small and tight. I set myself into position and grabbed her by the hips. I slowly started working more and more of my dick into her. She started moaning and thrusting back. It appeared that she was having no problem enjoying our moment, even though I was engaged to her daughter. I looked down at my dick, hard and enjoying Mrs. Thurman. That fucker always had a mind of its own and pussy was pussy to that one-eyed monster.

"Oh, fuck, it's been so long." She groaned and kept pushing back.

Soon I was buried in her and it felt wonderful. I knew that this had to be a quick fuck if I was going to get it into her ass. I started fucking her and she immediately picked up the pace. She was thrusting back against me, ensuring that I buried my dick in her. I slapped her on the ass again and she groaned and increased her speed. I slapped her ass a few more times and less than three or four minutes into fucking she had an orgasm. I managed to hold off and just held still while she calmed down. She eventually did and then turned and looked at me. 

"Okay, stud, now take my ass and cum in it. We can be finished by 11pm."

I smiled and slapped her on the ass. She grinned and I knew that this was going to be an odd relationship in the future.

I picked up the lube that I had put on the bed next to me and without taking my dick out, started working it around her little pink hole. It was also tight, but I managed to work my index finger in and fuck her with it. I added more lube and worked two fingers in.

"Okay, get to the fucking!" She was getting impatient. I had her bent over, my hard dick in her pussy and two fingers in her ass. I think she was horny as hell.

"Okay, Ann. Here we go." I pulled my fingers out and then extracted my dick. I ran my lubed fingers over my dick to add it to her natural lubrication and lined it up. She put her head down and steadied herself as the head met her asshole. I rolled my hips, working it around her ass at different angles and then started to push. She held her body tightly still, not giving at all. I had never had anal sex, so I had no experience at how hard to push. I kept pushing harder and harder until her ring gave up and let my dick in. When it went in, about three inches went in. I was going to do just the head, but once it slipped in all the pressure I was applying meant it went in pretty quickly before I could stop. Ann groaned.

"Oh, fuck, that's big. It's been years since someone had my ass."

I grinned. "Well, here comes the rest." I started thrusting and would pull back until I could feel the crown hit the inside of her asshole, and then I would bury it in an additional inch until I was totally fucking her asshole. She was moaning and murmuring how good it felt to do this again, and I knew that I didn't have long. "Shit, I'm going to cum, Ann."

"Okay, do it!" Ann started furiously rubbing her clit and I thrust a few more times and she hit her orgasm just before me. She started trembling and her ass was flexing the muscle and that put me over the top.




The Audition Ch. 02



"Oh, fuck!" I groaned and thrust with each spurt, burying my dick into her and filling her up. I must have done that 10 times, but the last 5 there was no spunk left, just the desire to keep thrusting and feeling that tight ring squeeze my dick.

Finally, I collapsed onto her back, pushing us both flat on the bed. I was laying on her and we were both breathing hard. She turned so she could see part of my face. "That was wonderful. I hope Gwen appreciates you."

"She does." I whispered. My dick was slowly shrinking and suddenly it popped out of her ass. "Ohhhh." It felt so sensitive coming out of her ass.

"Oh, god, I think you filled me up. Get up and let me go to the bathroom."

I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes. It was very good. I just wondered if it would affect my ability to have sex with Gwen. I didn't want to have this sudden image of her mother's ass as I filled it with cum.

I heard the toilet flush and heard Ann pad back into the room. I then felt something warm and wet and opened my eyes. Ann was cleaning up my dick with a warm washcloth. When she finished she put it back in the sink and came back to lie down next to me. She looked directly at me when she spoke. "Thank you for doing this. I know it was for the money, but I really did enjoy it."

"Me, too, Ann. I hope we can get past this. I still love your daughter."

Ann smiled. "Of course. Listen. If you want to lie to Gwen, just tell her that we talked, but couldn't bring ourselves to have sex. It may make it easier for her if she doesn't think about you having sex with her mother."

I thought about that. "Maybe, but I don't want to lie to her. Besides, she will know what I tell the lawyer."

"I understand," was all she said as she continued to stare at me. "Are you going to go back now so that we can act like we didn't do it or that it wasn't fun?"

I looked at her. She was still very beautiful. "So it was fun?"

She grinned. "You know it was. I loved it. I haven't had sex since Don got sick." She looked at me with doe eyes. "Unless you need to confirm that we have fulfilled the requirement."

Oh, fuck! She wanted me to fuck her again! "No, I think I should get back."

"Okay. Thanks, lover."

I looked at her. "Please don't call me that. It's not right."

She looked away. "Sorry." She looked back and patted me on the arm. "You go and tell Gwen whatever you want. Just as long as you tell the truth to Don's lawyer."

"Okay. I'm going to go."

I got up and quickly dressed and as I left I looked over at Mrs. Thurman. She flashed me a fleshy tit. Fuck!

I got back to Gwen's room and she was asleep -- or so I thought. When I got into bed she turned to me and I could make out her eyes in the dark. She was staring at me. "Is everything okay?"

I turned to her. "Yeah, everything's fine. Your mother and I talked and talked and we realized we couldn't do it. I'm going to have to lie to the lawyer, but I would rather do that than hurt you."

She stared at me. "Thank you. I love you." She snuggled up to me and relaxed.

I stared at the ceiling. Shit! I had lied to her about this. If it ever came out she would go ballistic. I couldn't take it back now and she would feel like I was hiding something if she found out after believing that nothing happened. I really was in a fix now. I would just have to deal with it and live with it the rest of my life, because I didn't want to let this beauty go. But I also had two more women to go, her sisters. This was going to be an interesting but stressful weekend.

 to be continued... 



The Audition Ch. 02



They began that night. First they decided upon a good time for what they decided to call "the audition." She would be allowed to audition as his submissive for 24 hours beginning Saturday at 5PM. For that entire time she would be expected to remember and follow all of his protocols and present herself as a totally devoted and reverent slave. 

The list of protocols wasn't extensive but she typed them into her computer as Ken recited just as a visual reminder. It excited her to see the words begin to fill the blank page on her screen.

1. Always use the proper form of address as Sir or Master.

2. Kneel and crawl whenever in the Master's presence unless otherwise directed.

3. Clothing and bedding are a privilege and must be earned.

4. Collar and cuffs must be worn at all times.. even while bathing... only leather may be temporarily removed

5. No touching of self or orgasms are allowed without the consent of the Master.

6. Obey all directions immediately and without any sign of disapproval.

7. Always present in body and spirit as the prized possession you are to your Master.

8. Show gratitude for the Master's attempts to correct or discipline.

He was standing behind her watching her progress. As the final word was typed his fingers wrapped into her shoulder length auburn curls and tugged. Her head was pulled back so that she was forced to look up into his face. He was smiling... but it was the kind of smile one might imagine a cat would have as it chases its prey into a corner. 

"I'm looking forward to correcting you, young lady. There are so many ways to show my little one how wrong she is when she rolls her eyes at her Master's words." His face turned darker as his voice became deeper and more still.

"You will wear my marks upon your body. You won't be able to stop the tears. I will not go easy on you if we are to do this thing properly. Is that still what you want?"

It was difficult to tell if she winced from her strained neck muscles or from the fear his words evoked. She swallowed hard before answering.

"Yes, Sir. It is what I want. I want to prove to you that I can be what you need and accept everything you have to offer." 

He leaned in and whispered into her ear. "You're such a good girl." Then he kissed her hard on the lips, his fingers still holding her head tight in their grasp. 

That night she didn't fall asleep earlier than him. That night they lay together and rediscovered a passion they'd both nearly forgotten they possessed.

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The grocery store was packed as usual on Saturday afternoons. It was already noon and Sara still had to stop and pick up the dry cleaning on the way home. Grocery shopping had been a little more exciting with Ken's list attached to the bottom of her normal household items. His included among other things five large "fingers" of fresh ginger, lime jello already prepared, a large wooden cooking spoon, cotton balls, hurricane candles, and a bottle of Dungeness White 2009 Reisling. Of course she wondered what he intended to do with each of them but she dared not ask when he had handed her the list. She assumed she'd find out soon enough.

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Saturday 4:35PM

She stood naked staring into the full length mirror on the bathroom door. Fresh from a hot shower her skin was pink with a few droplets of water still clinging to her left shoulder. She wiped them away with her hand and reached for her make-up. Nothing heavy.. just a light brushing of mineral veil with a little blush at her cheek bones. Eye liner and water proof mascara finished the set. She ran her fingers through still damp hair. Blow dryers were a no no for her curls resulting in frizz the likes of which clowns have never known. 

She glanced at the time on her cell. Five minutes til five. She was expected to be kneeling at the bedroom door. Only one thing left to do. She placed the black leather collar around her neck clasping it so that only two fingers could slide between it and her skin. At the front was a silver ring. Empty now but soon it might be the home of an ordinary dog leash like the first one they'd picked out years ago at Petco. She had felt so daring standing in the middle of the store aisle while he attached a chain with a bright orange leather band to her. She didn't think anyone had seen them as he lead her up and then back down the aisle but she never knew for sure and it excited her still to think of it. 

Black leather, fur lined wrists cuffs followed quickly and she was ready. One final look in the mirror and she turned to the closed door which separated the master bath from their bedroom where he said he would be waiting. Her fingers were trembling as she grasped the handle and turned it. As it swung open she saw him standing confidently across the room on the other side of their California King bed. 

She knelt.. slowly.. eyes never leaving his. The carpet felt soft beneath her knees and hands as she began to crawl toward him. She estimated about twenty feet of space lay between them and she vowed to be as sultry and sensuous as her body allowed during her approach. He definitely seemed to appreciate her efforts. His breathing was deeper and his eyes more penetrating as they followed every inch of her progress. 

She stopped less than a foot from His boot tips. They were his favorite Tony Lama's ...the black leather worn but still impressive looking. Black was his favorite color for dressing. Boot tops were covered by black Levis which were topped with a black silver buckled belt. The long sleeved dress shirt held black and gray horizontal stripes which seemed to make him even taller than his already imposing 6'2" frame. 

Her green eyes followed his form to meet his which were also green but with flecks of gold. He was staring directly into hers... waiting. His hand reached out and cupped her chin. 

"Are you sure you want to do this? You know what I am capable of when I am attempting to lead you to better choices and I know you used to accept it... hell, you used to beg for it. But I know it wasn't easy and it definitely wasn't pain free. So I'm asking again.. is this really what you want to do for the next 24 hours, my love?"

Tears gathered and fell quietly down her cheeks. She could never love him more than she did right now. He was telling her that even though she was the one who had brought an end to what was once a very intense relationship that he didn't blame her or even need for it to begin again. He loved her as she was.. always. Whether she was on her knees or sighing in exasperation and then yelling because he didn't do enough around the house, he loved her. Just as she loved him.. . in any form.. she loved him.

But she really did want this to happen. She was beginning to dream each night of being under his belt rather than wrapped in his arms. By definition she knew she wasn't a masochist just as he was not a sadist but in reality the closeness she felt to her husband when he punished her brought joy into her soul. And it seemed as if the more imagination and quite possibly cruelty he put into the punishment the greater her desire for it. She needed this to happen as much as she knew he'd enjoy making it happen. 

"Sir.. this girl wants nothing more than to serve you and please you in everyway . She craves the sting of your belt when she is not being her best for you. She is yours to do with as you will." Her voice started as a whisper but gained strength as she noted how pleased he appeared judging by his slight smile and the gleam which had caught in his eyes.

His reaction was immediate. "Good girl. Then we'll get started. First we are going to work on your area of greatest weakness and need - Respect for your Master. Follow me."

While he'd been speaking he attached a red handled dog leash to her collar and now he began walking toward the bedroom door with his wife, and slave, following as quickly as possible on her hands and knees... five feet of bright silver chain between them.

It felt a bit strange crawling naked through the house and she wondered in which room he'd choose to stop. Her knees were already aching a bit even though they'd traveled on soft carpet and she was unhappy with herself that she'd gotten so out of practice with such a simple task. Then the tile of the dining room followed by the kitchen caused her to pull back against the leash as her pace was forced to slow. 

The Master allowed some slack to fall in the chain along the harsher flooring but never stopped walking... at least until he came to the back door of the house. She saw him reach for the door handle and her stomach seemed to rise into her throat.

What was he thinking?! Did he really intend to take her outside.. like this?! 

The Master looked back and down into his slave's eyes for a second time. This was the test. Either she was going to trust and respect him or she was not. It was her decision.

She heard rather than saw the door open and then felt the tug on her collar. She drew in the deepest breath she could bear and began to crawl once again. 

Most would consider the couple as living in the country but they thought as long as you could see your neighbors' houses without binoculars then it was a neighborhood. The house was a basic ranch style with a garage which was basically unattached but did have a covered stone path starting at the kitchen door and leading about five feet to the door at the side of the building. Unless you happened to be driving by the house or were parked in the long driveway you'd never even see the walkway. 

First her hands met with the cold, hard stone of the walkway and then so did her knees. But she didn't even notice the tiny pebbles biting into her flesh. Her eyes were staring out into the bright sun toward the street. Was anyone there? Could anyone see her? How would she ever explain what was happening?

And then it was darker. Her naked body was hidden once again within the safety of the garage and the pair stopped moving. A sob escaped her lips with her first breaths since she'd stepped into public view. She felt his hand touch the back of her head and pet her softly. It took her a few minutes to regain any sense of calm. His strong left leg provided a brace as she leaned into it, head bowed, her right shoulder leaning in to take in his warmth and with it his pride and reassurance. 

Then he began to walk again and she looked up to examine what was obviously their destination. The far corner of the room had been transformed since she was last allowed inside two days ago. 

************

The garage was more a workshop and mancave for him than it was a place to protect vehicles from the elements. It was large enough to comfortably house three cars but their two were a tight fit sitting amongst his woodworking bench and tools. There was also a full size refrigerator, two recliners and a 40" flat screen television which hung on the wall facing them. A floor to ceiling wooden bookcase held a vast collection of reading materials from The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe to the Time Magazine Guide to Plumbing and all the way to Advanced Shibari Technique and Style. There were also at least a hundred DVDs though those were mostly for the hard core BDSM fan. It was his garage and decorated with his tastes. No interference or derision was allowed from his wife about anything in it and that was a hard and fast rule that even in her most snarky moments she would not argue.

Today she saw all the normal pieces of furniture and such remained intact but there were additions as well. The thing that immediately captured her attention was an X-shaped cross made of what appeared to be 2X4s affixed to the wall next to the television. As she was led closer to the piece she saw that large O-rings with chains and eye hooks attached were positions at the top and bottom of each end of the boards. Though homemade it was easily recognizable. Her husband and Master had built a St. Andrew's cross for their experiment. 

And the cross was not the only new addition to the room. Her left knee came within a few inches of the second piece as he brought her crawl to an end by sitting in the deep brown recliner he claimed as his own. Before looking into his eyes, she glanced first at the apparatus beside her. She knew it at once as something they'd looked into buying on several occasions in the couple's first few years of marriage. It was a spanking bench and it appeared to be the deluxe model with not only a padded middle area but a crossbar at its head used for restraining the occupant's hands and also two padded lower arms at the base for restraining bended knees, ankles and even thighs. It was a work of art, if in fact, you were an artist who also happened to seriously enjoy providing corporal punishment at a high level of intensity. 

Her admiration of the piece came to an end as her husband spoke. 

"Look at me, young lady. And I expect you to keep that eye contact until you are released from our little agreement tomorrow at 5pm. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," barely audible but at least she hadn't paused before answering. She knew that any deviation from the rules would be dealt with in ways she'd rather not think about until forced.

Looking up she noticed that on the table beside his recliner was their laptop. The wi-fi signal did reach into the garage but they seldom used it here. Knowing not to ask about its use she did as she was supposed to do and looked deeply into her Master's eyes.

His voice was so deep when he took on the persona of Dom. He could easily send terror through her mind and body with just his tone but this time it was his words that signaled her doom.

"Tell me, my little slut, how often do you think you disrespect me... say... in a week's time?"

She had no idea how to answer that question. Any response would be the wrong one but she needed to say something.

"Um... Sir.. I don't think I try to disrespect you.. Sir."

His eyebrow raised. "Really? You don't "try" to show disrespect?... Hmm.. Then how would you explain this comment you posted on facebook just yesterday? And I quote, "Husbands should be seen and not heard... unless of course you hear them saying , "yes, dear I really enjoyed cooking your dinner and now I can't wait to pick up my dirty underwear which I apparently can't seem to get into the laundry basket."

Her face had become more and more pale as he'd read from the laptop opened beside him. Yes.. she remembered writing that status message when she'd been talking to her best friend on the phone and comparing bad habits their husbands shared. She had no idea he ever read her page. And the knowledge came too late now to save her.

He continued speaking without waiting for whatever response she might have voiced. 

"I see by the color of your face and the trembling of your lips that you recognize the blatant disrespect. As for the frequency I think it's probably simpler and more accurate to just read and count them. I'm positive you agree. " His tone seemed to become even darker than before. "I shall begin one week ago and every time I see a post which implies disrespect I will apply a hash mark to your breasts with this Sharpie... that way we won't lose count." The last was said with a slight sneer and upturn of his lips into a smile meant to terrify. Which it did.

Black line after black line was etched upon her very large and now very cold breasts. She watched each application with an agony more intense than any she'd ever felt. First because she knew harsh punishment was forthcoming but mostly because of the shame she felt. It was heartbreaking to sit and listen to her husband.. the man she truly loved.. read all those demeaning words she'd said about him. And adding insult to injury she'd done it in such a public way. She'd been so wrong and now she deserved to feel his anger.. and his hurt. 

By the time he finished reading and marking, she counted fourteen hash marks. Fourteen messages disrespecting her husband she had posted in only one week. If only she could take them back. 

His finger traced each mark and then found her left nipple. Hardened by the chill of the room, it was easy to pinch between his thumb and forefinger. And pinch he did.. until the pain of it forced a gasp from her lips.

"Did that hurt my little girl?" He chuckled. "Because if that hurt you then it's going to be a very long day my dear. Fourteen public signs of disrespect for your Master in seven days. It seems you need a definite reminder of what happens to sluts who cannot show the proper reverence for the one who owns them."

He stood and wrapped his fingers through her hair to pull her up in front of him. Automatically her hands reached back to take hold of his tightly gripping fingers until she felt the biting pinch at her nipple. 

"Are you resisting your Master already, young lady?" His words came out low and threatening. Then he heard her whimper and watched as her hands released his own and slowly fell to her sides. "Much better," he said as he in turn released her nipple.



The Audition Ch. 02



By BrettJ © 2014

To celebrate her hiring by Lilith and the partners at Bella Bistro, Phoenix Kelly gave herself an all-too rare break. She took a night off from studying and a night off from the Java Joint and did something she hadn't in a while – she found herself a guy. Not just any guy either – she went to a local Pub and got the guy!

More specifically, she found Clay Barker, captain of the football team and a man who was blonde and built like a brick wall. He also had another quality that Phoenix found endearing in a man – he was none too bright. For situations such as this, Phoenix liked them to be a bit on the dumb side, so that she could have the control she wanted. In other facets of her life, her lovers more often than not called the shots. Not this time. When she was seeing someone, she wanted someone with an intellect. When the tall and stunning black beauty just wanted a fuck, she wanted someone that she could easily manipulate. A few of her friends had dated Clay and she already knew he was just such a man.

She sidled up to him at the bar, letting her already-indecent miniskirt slide up her legs. She had worn a very expensive pair of stockings, a gift from Veronique. Her employer / lover would love hearing her recite, in exquisite details, the story of how these stockings had helped her seduce the unwitting Clay. "Hello Clay, I don't think we've met," Phoenix said, looking him directly in his steel-blue eyes. Her voice was a throaty purr and she made sure to be confident, while all the time maintain an aura of sexy, playful and alluring. She moved just so that the top of her blouse parted, revealing two of her other nicest assets, her 36D tits, perched nicely in a lacy and sheer bra.

"Yeah, I know who you are," the blonde Adonis smiled and took her hand. She could actually feel the muscles in his handshake. "You know my girlfriend, Lisa."

Oh yes, Phoenix knew Lisa and she hated her. The tall blonde bitch was a well-known man stealer and she didn't play fair. She was sure that part of the game for Lisa Matthers was the conquest itself, for often, the men were gone after one date and a half-decent fuck (or so Phoenix had been told).

"I don't see Lisa tonight," Phoenix continued. "Are you out stag?"

"Yeah, she said she had to study for an exam in Trig," Clay told Phoenix. Not a word of that was true and Phoenix knew it. Lisa was at a frat party where likely she would find herself fucked by one or more guys. Here was the part where she truly felt sorry for a guy like Clay. He was too dumb and too trusting to be stuck with a girl like Lisa. Oh well, by the end of the evening, he would have his revenge, even if he didn't know it.

"Would you like some company?" Phoenix asked. "I'm not doing anything; you don't even have to buy me a drink."

"Company would be nice, and don't worry about the drinks," Clay smiled. "My uncle and dad are partners in this pub, I drink for free."

An hour or so later, Phoenix knew she was going to go for it and take this guy home. What's more, she actually liked him. He was a bit dumb, but in a lovable, goofy kind of way. He wasn't in the slightest bit pushy or rude, he had wonderful manners and he paid attention. A few more of the men she knew could afford to be "dumb" like Clay Barker.

"I don't live too far from here," Phoenix smiled and made sure to bend over just enough. "I have a lovely cheesecake I wouldn't mind sharing and I think I've had enough to drink, although coffee might be nice. I work for the Java Joint and have several blends at home. Care to join me?"

Proving he wasn't quite as dumb as she thought, Clay shook his head. "Thanks for the offer Phoenix, but it's one thing to sit here and drink with you, everyone can see us and nothing can happen. If we were to go back to your place, I couldn't guarantee I'd remain a gentleman."

Wow! A really loyal, true-blue boyfriend, Phoenix didn't think they even made those anymore. Now she really wanted him, so she tried a different ploy. "You don't have to be a gentleman, handsome," she teased. "I just broke up with someone," she fibbed. "I'd love it if he found out I was with a good-looking dude like you. We can be discreet and Lisa won't likely find out ..." she lied further "... but if she does ..." and she hoped the skank would "... she'll understand, we women sometimes need to get revenge."

She hoped that Clay might just be obtuse enough to buy it. He was, he linked her arm through his and they went out the back door. They were both too inebriated to drive, which was a shame, as he turned out to own a vintage 1968 Mustang convertible. They called a taxi and went back to her apartment, which she had spotlessly cleaned for just such an event. Her black leather skirt slid off the minute they were in the door, she kicked it to one side as an astonished / pleased Clay took in the view of her. "Hol-eeee fuck!" was all he managed to gasp out.

"You can see the rest in the bedroom, studly," Phoenix snickered as she scampered away from her intended playmate. He wasn't a lummox and got the hint, following her to the lavish bedroom that would normally be so far out of her price range. She rationalized that she wasn't really cheating on Veronique, not really. She had other lovers and Veronique made no secret of the fact that she had slept with every employee in her boutique – and some of their boyfriends. The women were high-class sluts and that was the fun of it, correct?

Phoenix almost gasped in surprise as she undressed the handsome athlete. This was the kind of guy she always wanted, at least physically. Bronzed and buff and unblemished, plus he had the face of a movie star and a smile that belonged in a toothpaste commercial. He continued that smile as she undressed him and slid her eager mouth around his huge, throbbing cock.

"Shit, I have to argue with Lisa to get her to do that," Clay groaned. "She thinks it should only happen on special occasions."

Phoenix wasn't sure if her rival was just a bitch or out of her fucking mind. Oral sex was one of her favorites, whether it was with a sexy girlfriend, sorority sister or a guy like Clay. He had a beautiful cock, long and thick, perfect for sucking – so she sucked for all she was worth. Unlike Martin some days earlier, he held out and didn't cum.

"I don't get to eat pussy very often, do you mind if I ...?" Clay asked almost humbly. She shook her head and he undressed her with remarkably skilled and gentle hands. She liked him more and more each passing minute. With those same gentle hands, he placed her on her back on the bed and spread her long, stocking-clad legs. His mouth touched down on her pussy and he began to lick. Holy shit! Phoenix thought to herself He is almost as good as Veronique! Clay was slow, methodical and precise, he used his lips tenderly and his fingers probed but did not hurt. She felt paroxysms of pleasure move throughout her and damned if he didn't make her cum!

The two new lovers both smiled and she reached for a condom. As she was rolling it on, she asked if she could be on top.

"Oh yeah, great!" Clay enthused. "I don't get to do that too often, Lisa doesn't ..." He stopped talking about the girlfriend he kind of  knew he was cheating on. Again, Phoenix felt sorry for the handsome hunk of beefcake. He had no idea that his girlfriend would have given no second thought to cheating on him.

Once on top of Clay's rock-solid body, Phoenix went to town. It had been a long time, far too long, since she had been able to fuck a man the way that she wanted, with all burners fully lit. She thrust herself at him, knowing that he could take whatever she dished out. Her manicured fingernails raked his chest and all that he did was smile and curse a little. When he saw that Phoenix actually liked the dirty talk, he let loose with a bit more. She felt as if she was stuffed with cock, but he wasn't at all averse to letting her have control. Despite her preferences, if Clay wasn't Lisa's boyfriend, she might well have staked a claim to him herself. Intelligence was overrated, this was a nice, sweet guy and an incredible, hot fuck!

The two of them said their goodbyes around 3 AM. Phoenix felt pangs of regret, but they were overshadowed by the well-fucked feeling and the workout she had just given herself. She showered and was sound asleep by 4 AM. Had she not been expected at the Bistro later that day, she might have well slept the day away.

At the Bistro, she was met by Lily. She still wasn't sure if the Asian / Brit woman liked her or was just one of those people who seemed to have a permanent edge. Lily ran the Bistro's girls, almost like a "head waitress" with emphasis on the "head".

"After 10 downstairs, that's where the girls who work the exclusive part of the Bistro are expected to be," Lily explained. "Your uniform looks much like the one the regular girls wear, white blouse and black skirt, except the blouses are sheerer and made of silk, underneath you are expected to wear naughty lingerie – not a problem for you, of course – and the skirts are snug black leather. Your heels must always be at least 3 inches, stilettos are preferred and you must be ready for any eventuality."

"Such as ...?"

"You can always say 'no' to anything a patron requests, but you can earn some amazing money by granting requests, this is in addition to your salary and tips," Lily explained. "For example, a client might wish to whip you."

"Oh, okay, going to say 'no' right there," Phoenix winced.

"It isn't as bad as you might think," Lily smiled, surprising Phoenix. "We have several clients, our most popular requests are usually threesomes and bondage. You will likely learn as you go along, any questions?"

"Several," Phoenix laughed nervously.

"Don't worry about trouble, Martin handles security," Lily told her. "He holds several martial arts degrees, although we rarely have trouble. Would it surprise you to learn we already have one request for you?"

"How?"

"Once you were hired, we placed a picture of you on our 'menu'. One of our more prominent clients was in last night, saw you and requested you for his 'dinner'. He pays very well and his wife is stunning," Lily explained.

So it came to pass that Phoenix found herself in a private room standing in front of a large, four-poster bed. She was handcuffed and almost unable to move. Phoenix had never before experienced bondage and she wasn't sure that she liked it too much. She knew nothing about the couple, save for what Lily had told her. However, Christine, the wife, was a voluptuous redheaded stunner dressed in sexy lingerie and heels. It wasn't as nice as Veronique's garb, but nice enough. The hunger in her eyes said to Phoenix that she obviously fancied the black girl and wanted her pussy - bad.

"I love sexy black sluts," Christine said to her husband, loud enough for Phoenix to overhear. "Don't I, Jimmy?" The man nodded. "He hates when I call him Jimmy, he's so stuffy," Christine said of the man, who had at least twenty years on the thirty-something blonde. "He can only let loose in situations like this. What do you think baby, do you want me?" She said to Phoenix.

Phoenix nodded as there was no shame in admitting that. She had wanted to party with Christine since their introduction. Of James, her husband, she was not so certain. He seemed nice enough, but there was a sinister overtone to him. Still – any man who was paying 5 thousand dollars for two hours of her time was getting what he wanted!

Christine hovered over the black girl and then she went in for the kill. With Phoenix unable to move beyond a perfunctory wiggle, Christine was free to do as she wished. Part of her play with Phoenix involved tickling the girl while the other part involved licking the parts of Phoenix that were uncovered. It was a torture for Phoenix, but not totally unenjoyable. She was aroused and she knew that her now-shaved pussy was soaked. She wondered when James would join in and fuck her, cock might be fun right about now. She'd had her lusts for men re-ignited the previous evening and thought another good, solid fucking might be just what the doctor ordered right about now. She also found her wrists and ankles were getting a bit chafed, despite the handcuffs being not too tight. Phoenix wanted to be free to be a full participant.

"God, what a yummy little cunt, just like a chocolate treat," Christine murmured as she ate Phoenix's fully-exposed pussy. "I can't wait until you fuck her Jimmy, she's tight – tighter'n me and that's tight! I bet you'll make the little bitch buck and howl!"

Phoenix wanted very much to buck and howl, but aside from a few shared kisses with Christine, she wasn't allowed to do very much. Bondage might be fun for some, but it would never top her list. She liked to be in on the action. She couldn't believe it thrilled so many people and then, to her surprise, she came. Being nearly motionless when she did, it was a different sensation. She found her entire body was alert because she could barely contort with the pleasure.

Christine wrapped her hands in Phoenix's thick, dark hair and yanked her hair. "You came, didn't you, bitch?" She hissed. "Good little slut, now it's time for Phase Two of our evening's fun and games."

Phoenix had no idea what those might be, although she was grateful as the couple let loose the handcuffs. Two silk scarves were then brandished and her wrists were tied to the bed as she was put on all fours. She was able to turn around and see James undressing. He was a nice-sized specimen and well built for a man in his 50's. His cock was lean and long and then she saw Christine strapping on a dildo.

"We love to DP our sluts, to remind them we own their asses," Christine laughed in a sinister manner. "I don't know if Lily and James agreed on that, so we will add a thousand to your fee," she smiled sweetly. Phoenix knew that whatever cut she would have to give back to the Bistro, she'd still have a nice chunk of change at the end of the day, so she merely smiled and nodded.

The attractive couple set about re-igniting Phoenix's fire. Much like her namesake, she rose again and this time, she could move a bit more. She was able to kiss Christine and suck her tits when they were close enough. James was a pretty good pussy licker and she found herself ready to be fucked. All that remained was – who was going where?

That was decided immediately. The couple was behind her and the rubber cock went deep into her pussy while James' slimmer prick slid easily into her ass. She still wasn't the biggest fan of anal or of DP, but for the thousands she was earning, she could grin and bear – or bare – it. Her body surged back against the fucking couple and she felt both of them pawing at her, although not too roughly. Her big tits got a bit of manhandling, but after so many times of gentler sex with other girls, a bit of rough play was a welcome change. They were really fucking her and it was sending her out of her mind. If this was what her new job was going to be like, Phoenix doubted very much if she would ever be calling in sick.

No one was watching the clock and when everyone finally had their orgasms, the allotted time had already passed. Phoenix correctly assumed that in a place like this, no one really made much of a fuss if you went over. Her lovers both dressed, thanked her profusely and said they hoped to see her again. It was all so civil that it was slightly amusing. After what they had just done together, it just seemed a bit incongruous.

"We're very pleased," Lilith said when Phoenix went to report back. "Those two are our most demanding customers. They often ask for an extra hour or so, but they said you wore them out. Bravo! Here's your pay!" Lily took a stack of bills from the desk and handed it to Phoenix. It totaled a bit under 7 thousand dollars.

"How much do you need back from this?" Phoenix asked. Lilith and Lily looked at each other, confused.

Lilith figured it out and laughed. "None of it, darling girl. We're not a whorehouse, we're an exclusive Bistro / Club. We sell expensive meals and thousand dollar bottles of wine and membership to that part of the Bistro is extremely costly. Our girls keep all of their customer 'tips'. Go have a meal darling, on us, and call it a night. You've done well for your first time out, welcome to the Bella Bistro staff."

Phoenix was, by now, starving and decided a steak and a good bottle of wine might be in order. She wasn't going to buy a thousand dollar bottle, but something expensive and delicious. She had earned all of it and it would remind her of delicious evenings in the offing.



The Audition Ch. 03



(The story so far: Norma Doughtery has gone to B-Grade movie studios Panogram Films to audition for legendary studio chief Fred Stern. A veteran film producer Stern has already convinced Norma that her dreams of becoming a star in late 1940s Hollywood can be accomplished with his help. Unprepared for his blandishments and his well-practised ways in getting starlets to undress for him, Norma has partly succumbed to the old man's dirty needs. Now she is about to find out what happens when she falls onto his casting couch, barely dressed and vulnerable to exploitation)




"Oh no! Don't put your...your...oh, please stop!"

Norma squealed her protest hoping in some way she could penetrate the lust-fogged brain of Panogram studio boss Fred Stern. The young actress was willing to do her best to become a signed contract star with his movie company, and she'd be compliant enough when it came to taking off her clothes, wriggling around on his lap, even sucking his fat and hard old man penis, But this was wrong. So very very wrong.

"I can't have you put your manhood in me," Norma pleaded "I've never cheated on my husband. Never ever."

Stern grunted and ignored her, sliding his purplish cock's head closer to its goal. His free hand was searching for more bare female skin to tease, to tickle, to tantalise. Norma's nipples had already been tickled and twisted, licked and sucked. Now he grabbed her long blonde locks and tugged backwards, exposing more of her neck. Greedily he clamped his mouth over her throat and nape, kissing with mad abandon.

"Uhhhhhh. No no no no no NO!" Norma cried out, her repeated chant of saying no having nil effect. "I can't let you put your penis in me," she moaned in fear and loathing "Mr Stern I might get pregnant. You haven't got a rubber."

Fred Stern lifted his sweat-covered face, his cheek jowls a little grey from the exertion. His reply chilled Norma to the core. "Won't be the first actress I knocked up honey. And if you do happen to do 'catch' in this 'audition' maybe Panogram's very own medical staff can help you with your 'problem'. Otherwise...well I guess you might have to return to hubby with no acting career and a belly full of another Fred Stern Jnr."

Norma's wail was barely human, and again for a second her attacker thought he might be brought to a shuddering halt by his secretary Miss Sneevely. But like so many times before, when one of his auditioning wannabe actresses felt they were about to have their pussy's stuffed by his dick their cries for help, their fearful yelling went unheard or ignored.

"Okay Norma, stay still for a second so I can line you up properly." 

The flailing crying figure underneath him didn't comply but that was no great barrier to Stern's desires. He brought his erection into what he considered the right place to start fucking his blonde star, as she would now be a fully fledged member of his bevy of screwed actresses, then with a shove of his sizeable ass brought his cock into hard contact with her soft damp flaps.

"Ohhhh nooooo!" came Norma's lisping sigh of regret. 

"Unnnnghhhh. Take it babydoll! Take it deep!" The gin and cigar soaked voice of the elderly Jewish movie mogul was insistent, but not nearly as much as his hard on which began its stab into Norma's married cunt. "That's it! Uhhhhh...who's your daddy...UHHHHH."

"Stop it please Mr Stern. I don't want to!"

Her attacker ignored her barely audible plea, his mouth clamped hungrily on her left boob, his penis gradually delving deeper, stretching her, and painfully gaining inch by inch greater depth inside her semi-dry twat. His fingers had helped a little with opening her up, making her a little damp. But with little lust boiling away inside her body Norma couldn't find the lubrication to make the cock inside her less invasive. Even the saliva and pre-cum that had moistened his prick earlier was not enough to halt the soreness spreading from her pussy with Stern shoving his cock further inside.

"Feeding your pussy now sweetheart. Uhhh...oh yes. Just love a piece of married wannabe famous tail like yours." Stern grappled with Norma, again and again pushing up into her, then dragging his manhood back till his cock was almost totally withdrawn. "Ferchrissake you're as tight as a goddam mouse's ear honey!"

"You're hurting me! Don't...I'm begging...don't."

"Oh come now Norma, you knew it was going to come to this hmmm? Wearing that sexy outfit, walking into my office with your full ripe boobs and ass that you flaunt at all the guys. Uhhh," Stern grunted as he pumped up again into the starlet's cunt "You thought you'd cock tease your way into the movies...well, my dear...uhhh...fuck...you might get part of that deal but only after you let old Fred Stern fuck you till you cum."

"For pity's sake...uhhhhhhhhhhhhh...please stop Mr Stern. Oh please! I just can't bear it honestly. Oh oh my...you are so bad! Uhhhhhh." Norma's cries were insistent but had no effect. She was mortally frightened of the pervert raping her that he'd leave her womb soaked in his semen, the fertile ground ready for his seed. The young wife had already one scrape with an unwanted pregnancy when she'd let her husband fuck her a couple of months before they married. That turned out to be just a scare, a slightly irregular bleed. Now she was literally shaking from the terror of being bred by her boss, the perverted bastard stabbing his hard prick again and again up into her vagina. "I can't let you do this to me Mr Stern!"

"Too late honey, you already are."

Norma sobbed a howl of anguish and continued begging. "Oh please sir, please don't. It's not right. I only came to you for...for...uh, for a chance to...oh no...a chance to act in your movies."

Stern failed to reply, but repeated his assault on the young woman's violated vagina. His flabby old butt bounced up and down in rhythm with the feverish fucking he inflicted on his new starlet. The bulbous and fat prick he wielded probed into Norma's taut twat, grazing her pussy flaps and clit hood on the insertion, and then dragging back along her inner walls as he withdrew almost to the tip. Then he plunged in again, his weight keeping Norma from doing more than wriggling like a butterfly pinned on a wheel.

"Oh for the love of God I adore screwing the crap outta you baby."

"Please stop! I don't want this! I don't!"

"Take it like a good girl and maybe...uhhhh...maybe I'll give you a raise before...oh fuck yes...you even get to....ohhhh...shoot a movie."

"I can't! No! No! Please!"

Norma's begging, her face twisted in a lewd contorted rictus, her legs writhing like stocking covered snakes kept Stern eager to conquer the final vestiges of the married woman's honour. His scrotal sac was heavy with pained balls, but he had only been using the cute young vamp for his dirty desires for about 10 minutes. Stern liked to put in a good half hour at least when auditioning new talent. Gradually he drew back, his back arching as Norma felt the prick that had been buried deep in her cunt retreated.

"Thank you. Oh Mr Stern, thank you, thank you." There again was the tear-soaked lisp that made the Panogram studio boss horny as all fuck, but Norma was unaware that her gratitude wasn't going to last. The pervert who had been raping her wasn't done.

"Get on the floor kid. Now! And on your goddam hands and knees!"

Norma was ready to protest, to scream her indignation, when Stern grabbed her by her right wrist and tugged her down onto the thick rug which lay under his casting couch. Her almost naked body was unprepared for the strength behind the old man's tug, and with barely enough time to put a bracing hand out in front of her Norma tumbled down off the couch. Sprawling and winded the young married actress realised her ordeal was far from over. 

"Bet you wondered how I did that hmm kid? You see," Stern paused, his stout semi-nude body holding Norma down, "I used to do some wrestling when I was younger." His words were more rhetorical than part of a conversation, as Norma was breathlessly struggling against the studio chief. "And I did a few vaudeville acts and state fairs way before you were even a glint in your daddy's eye as a professional wrestler." He paused, flexed his age mottled arms around Norma's waist and pulled her into an on all fours position. "Course never wanted to do this with the other wrestlers I knew back then kid!" 

In a fluid movement which surprised Norma, partly because of his age and partly because she wasn't braced for it, Stern shifted so his lower torso and groin were now parallel and behind the starlet's tuccus. His right hand shot to her blonde locks, grabbing some of her hair and pulling firmly. His left slapped her perky bum hard.

"Spread 'em!"

"Oh no! Not more!? Please Mr Stern, I can't take any more. Let me go...please?!"

"Do as I say."

"But...but...please..."

"Hurry up." 

To reinforce his perverted demand Stern twisted Norma's curls and slapped her ass again. Harder. And in a rapidly descending haze of pain and shame Norma complied. She slowly shifted so that her stocking knees spread, exposing her pudenda and the sweet but sore cunny that Stern needed so much. Norma's reddened ass was pushed up and her knees were splayed wider, and with the grace of a horny old perve Stern quickly repositioned himself between them.

"Let's fuck you doggy style hmm baby."

"Oh nooooooo! I can't...."

"Stop whining kid," and with a lustful snarl Stern leaned forward, his dick against stabbing at Norma's abused pussy. The circumcised glans was again battering at her bruised and slippery flaps, bumping and grinding into her clitoris. Norma yowled and sighed, agony perhaps intermingling with some physical stimulation. However the Panogram studio boss ignored his latest acquisition's crying and shuddering, concentrating on burying his prick deep within Norma's hot cunt.

"Fuck you get me so goddam horny sweetheart," groaned the old man "I can make a motza with your sexy fucking body in my fucking films. Uh yeah." Stern reached under with one hand, pulling the young woman's belly up and back to him so she was even more engaged with his invasive thrusts. His other hand let go of her flaxen locks to tug cruelly at her right teat. The stubby fingers twisted and tweaked her nipple till it was cherry red. And all the while Norma sobbed and protested, her poor pussy violated, her eyes red with tears.

"I hate you Mr Stern!" she spat out with pure hate "You are a filthy fat old pervert!"

"Oh am I?"

"Yes. You are a lousy fuck you bastard!"

Stern laughed and then pulled his erection from Norma's aching vagina.

"You know I think you need more than just a belly full of my seed Norma," Stern said with a dark throaty growl "I think you need to learn some respect for your new boss."

Norma sighed, relieved that her pussy wasn't being used any more by the gross old man who was raping her. But her eyes went wide, and her shoulders sagged when she felt something utterly unlike any sensation she'd ever felt before.

"You see Norma," the still thick voice of the old Jewish film magnate continued, "in this town studio heads are king. Little whiney sex kittens like you who think they can cock tease and get away with it need to serve guys like me." Stern took his slippery fat hard on and shifted it so it was now aimed at the cleft between Norma's slapped ass cheeks. "And when I don't get all I want from girls who take my film contracts, well I like to make sure they learn a lesson. And, I think it's time you got yours."

As the older man finished with his threatening promise he nudged the purple, blood engorged head of his cock up into Norma's butt crack. The slippery hot head nudged against the hidden fold, till in a moment that would haunt Norma forever he found what he was aiming for. Stern was going to take his prick and take what no other man had done to poor Norma ever. He was about to ass fuck her, popping her anal cherry.

"PLEASE! PLEASE STOP!"

Norma squealed out in horrified disgust but her words had no effect. Looking down over his fat stomach the studio chief watched as the starlet's ass wriggled and shook, trying to dislodge the erection threatening to rape her. With hands that were as quick and as controlling as an octopuses' tentacles Stern reached for her hips, somehow also giving his unwilling partner a slap or two on her ripe bum cheeks. Norma called out to him, to God, to anyone to save her from such vile behaviour. "Don't you dare, please, PLEASE!" she called out, throwing her head around in frantic twists. However her attacker was not to be denied, to be deflected from his kinky needs.

With determined, perverted lust Fred Stern began to push forward. His penis was steel rod hard and the engorged head started to throb as he began to dig inside Norma's anus. He was meeting more resistance than he expected, however he knew that to just slam it into the squirming woman would possibly cause real damage, as well as bring his 'audition' to an early end. He liked to savour the sensations of probing into the starlet's asshole, gradually easing more and more of his erection against the pliant rubbery flesh. Sweat beaded on his wrinkled brow and his back ached just a little with the effort. And all the while Norma sobbed and protested.

"You gotta stop now! Please stop! I don't like your thing THERE!"

"Just relax sweetheart...breathe in and push against me. The sooner I get up in your butt the sooner the pain will go." Stern mused to himself "As if...when I'm done she won't be able to sit for a week."

"You're hurting me!" Once more Norma wailed, trying to get the wicked studio boss to halt. She couldn't understand that every impassioned cry, every wail for help or for him to stop made Fred Stern all the more eager to exploit her. With a nervous yelp, feeling the old man's dick finally pushing up into her butt she called out a last hopeful plea.

"I've never had a man put his thing there...please stop Mr Stern. Please...I'll let you use my pussy." She bent her head in defeat, her tears splashing onto the carpet. "Just please stop hurting my bottom."

Unfortunately for Norma Dougherty the warped old studio boss was far from finished, and he was eager to force her into utter compliance with his pornographic desires.



The Audition Ch. 03



 Four part story written by request, storyline is the requestor's, the writing errors are mine. I will submit the chapters every two days or so. Part 3 of 4. 

The Audition, Ch. 3

Thanksgiving Day, 2010

I stared at the ceiling. Shit! I had lied to Gwen about fucking her mother. She knew I went in there to fulfill the requirements of the will, but if it ever came out she would go ballistic. I couldn't take it back now and she would feel like I was hiding something if she found out after believing that nothing happened. I really was in a fix now. I would just have to deal with it and live with it the rest of my life, because I didn't want to let this beauty go. But I also had two more women to go, her sisters. This was going to be an interesting but stressful weekend.

The next day was Thanksgiving. We all tried to act like it was another normal Thanksgiving gathering and dinner. The food was good, but there was an underlying current of tension in everyone. We were all jumpy because of the arrangements. We managed to get thru the day, and it was an overall joyous occasion, but as we got closer to nightfall, things got quiet. Finally, we all peeled off and went to bed. Gwen and I went to our room and discussed nothing in particular as we put on our pajamas and got ready for bed. She was trying not to discuss that I was going to go to her older sister's room. Sheila was next up in the queue. Finally, at about 10pm, Gwen turned suddenly and pulled me into a bear hug. She whispered that she loved me and then pulled back. She looked up at me and tried to smile. 

"I guess it's time."

I nodded. "Yeah, it is."

Gwen put her head on my chest. "Please tell me again that this will not change what we have."

I lifted her head by her chin and looked directly at her. "This will never change us. I love you and you love me and we will always be together. This will be over after this weekend."

She put her head back down. "Okay, you'd better go."

I started to pull away, but Gwen held on a little longer, then finally relaxed her grip and backed away. She looked up at me. "See you in a little while."

"Okay." I kissed her and smiled and left the room in my pajamas.

I headed for Sheila's room. I knocked lightly and she called out for me to enter. I opened the door and she was already in bed. She smiled and waved me over. I went toward the bed.

She grinned. "Take off your pajamas and get in here." I complied and she watched closely. "Mmmm. Nice cock." I looked up at her quickly and she grinned again. "Well, if we are going to do this, I might as well enjoy it. My husband has been neglecting his duties, so I'm ready."

I was quickly tucked under the covers with her. "We don't have to do this, you know. We could just say we did."

"Not a chance." I felt her reach for my cock and her covers fell away, revealing nice large tits. My cock hardened. "I can't wait to have sex with a new cock. This has given me the approval I needed." I was now fully hard based on her rubbing my dick with her warm hands and displaying those voluptuous tits. "And a nice sized one at that." She threw the covers back and looked at my cock, standing at attention while she held it. "Mmmm. Did I mention that I love sucking cock?" She bent over and slowly licked around the head. I lay back and moaned. She smiled up at me and rearranged herself on the bed so that she was kneeling next to me. I could see that she had a fantastic body. How could her husband neglect that night after night? Maybe she was lying or there was more going on there than she knew.

Sheila continued to lick and suck on my cock, and she was definitely into it. She gave it a final slurp and started to climb up over me. I looked up at her. "Are you ready? Do you need any lube?"

She grinned and rubbed my cock along her slit. "Honey, I've been thinking about this all day and I warmed up a little while waiting for you. Yeah, baby, I'm wet and ready." With that she slowly started lowering herself onto my cock. Fuck, she was tight. "Fuck yes, a good hard cock. That's what I really needed."

I reached up and grabbed her nice c-cup tits. "Nice tits."

She grinned. "Thank you." Then she got serious. "Now let's fuck!"

Sheila started bouncing up and down on my dick like a mad woman. She thrust herself up and down, up and down, groaning and mumbling how good it was at every step. She was very good at grinding her clit against me and I knew she was going to cum soon. Unfortunately, so was I. "Sheila, I'm going to cum soon."

"Mmm... okay... oh, fuck!"

"Sheila, do you want me to try to get to your ass now?"

"Not a chance!" She leaned over and stared directly into my eyes while she rotated her hips, stimulating her clit against my pubic bone and hair. "I'm going to fuck you until we both cum and then I'm going to suck you hard again and then you can fuck my tight ass." 

That was the final straw for me. I started thrusting and thrusting, feeling the orgasm approaching. She started moaning and I could tell she was close, too. Suddenly, she erupted into an orgasm and held still for a second, then jerked, then held still, then jerked, and did this until she completed her orgasm. I was still thrusting and finally I came, too. I held her down against my hips as I buried my dick into her hot pussy as deep as I could get it to start spurting. I spurted and spurted, filling this sexy mother of two with my cum. 

She finally collapsed onto my chest. "Mmmm. That was nice. I think I'm going to like having sex with you."

I pushed her up. "This is it, Sheila. Tonight is the last time we will have sex. Period."

"Okay, okay, no need to get upset. I'm just going to leave an open invitation out there for you, that's all."

"Sorry, not going to happen. I love your sister and I'm going to marry her. She's the one for me. Once we finish here tonight, we're done."

She stared at me for a second. "Hmmm. I guess that means that baby Gwen is pretty good in the sack, too, eh?"

"No comment."

She shrugged her shoulders. "No matter. I've got you for a little longer tonight, and I'm not letting you go until we are done."

I groaned and she grinned. She clambered off me and lay next to me. She snuggled up against me and waited a few minutes for us both to catch her breath. Finally she rose up on one elbow, her body still molded to mine. "Well, John. Are you ready for the next round?" She reached out and cupped my balls and soft dick. "Not yet? Well, let's see what we can do about that." She then leaned over and started cleaning and sucking my dick. Fuck! This woman was definitely into sex! I decided to tell her that.

"Oh, shit, Sheila, you can really suck cock!"

She lifted her face from my crotch and grinned evilly. "Damn right!" Then she buried her face back into my balls and licked them from the bottom up. She finished by going all the way up my dick and then burying it into her mouth. Fuck! I groaned and she pulled off.

"Mmmm. I see that somebody's dick wants some of Sheila's ass. You ready stud?"

I stared at her for a second. "Uh, yeah." I was barely recovered from the first fuck and she had my dick hard and quivering again. 

Sheila sat up and patted me on the hip. "Get up and do this right. Get behind me and fuck my ass hard."

I was amazed at how different this woman was in and out of the bedroom. She was fucking amazing at this. I crawled up onto my knees and she turned and got on all fours with her face buried into a pillow. She turned her head to me for a second.

"Fuck my pussy for a few moments to get nice and wet and then shove it in my ass. I love ass-fucking, so you shouldn't have any problems."

I crawled around behind her and stared at the voluptuous ass in front of me. Her little brown star was winking at me as she appeared to be flexing it. I moved up behind her and aimed my dick at her pussy. I eased it in. Our combined lubrication in her pussy meant that my dick was soaking wet instantly. I slowly fucked her a few times to get it ready and then pulled it out. 

"Yeah, baby, fuck that sexy ass."

I moved forward and pushed my dick against her asshole. "You mean this ass?"

"Fuck yeah! Do it! Fuck me!"

I pushed quickly and her ass opened up and my dick went all the way to the hilt in one solid thrust.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me baby!" Sheila kept after me to fuck her, so I did.

I pulled back and started thrusting. I would pull back kind of slow and watch as her ass clamped onto my dick and then I would quickly bury it. Each time my hips slapped up against hers and she moaned. I could feel her rubbing her pussy with one of her hands and I just started fucking her hard at that point. There was no attempt at her satisfaction now. I just pounded her and looked for my next cum. I wanted to fill her nasty ass with as much cum as I could. I fucked and fucked and she started rolling her hips a little as she played with her pussy and that pushed me to the edge. I was fucking her hard and enjoying it immensely. I was on that edge, wanting it to last forever, but also badly wanting to cum. Suddenly she shuddered in orgasm and the rhythmic squeezing of her ass put me over the top.

"Oh fuck! Here it cums!" I buried myself in Sheila's tight ass and pumped a load deep into her. I pumped and pumped and was exhausted when I finished. I collapsed on top of her and pushed her flat on the bed. 

"Nice job, John. I think you're going to keep Gwen well satisfied."

I lay there on top of her feeling her flex her ass and the nice contour of her bubble butt. "I plan on it."

"Mmmm. Just stay there for a minute until your dick shrinks and naturally pops out of my ass."

I lay there, feeling her under me. I started relaxing and finally my dick popped out of her ass. She giggled. "Oh, yeah. Nothing like a good pussy and ass fucking to take the edge off."

I rolled off to the side and stared at her. "Is your husband really neglecting you?"

She grinned. "Yeah. I think he has a little something on the side at work, so I have a friend who comes over and makes sure I don't get too horny." I must have been staring at her after that. "What? Don't get all high and mighty until you've been in that position. I'm a woman reaching my sexual peak and all he can do is drool over the bimbos at work."

"Okay." What could I say to that. "I think I'll get cleaned up and go."

"Okay, lover. I'll be sure to tell Gwen how good you were and took good care of her sister." She gave me an evil grin and wink.

"No, thanks." I threw my pajamas back on and went to Gwen's room. 

Gwen was not even pretending to be asleep this time. She was sitting up and reading her book – at least that's what she was trying to do. She looked up as soon as I entered.

"Well?" She looked at me apprehensively.

"Your older sister is a little freaky." I decided I had to tell her the truth about this one.

Her face showed her disappointment even though she knew why I went in there. "I figured. She was always the one telling us about her sexual exploits in college."

"She also admitted to me that she thinks her husband has a mistress so she has a lover, too."

Gwen stared at me. "She actually said that?"

"Yeah."

Gwen got quiet for a minute. "So you fucked her?"

I stared at Gwen, trying to portray the regret that I felt. "Yeah."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Are you sure you want to talk about this?"

She looked down and then back up, staring at me. "Yes, I want to know."

"I didn't really enjoy it, but I did cum. She was very good."

"She was?"

"She was even a little – I don't know, maybe a little slutty?"

Gwen stared for a moment. "Do you think there's any truth to my father's accusations?"

"No. Absolutely not. I know that they are strong, independent women. I also know that they were not wallflowers in college, but there's a big difference between having a healthy sex life and being a slut!" I said that emphatically, trying to ensure that she understood my position.

"I agree."

Gwen lay down and turned away from me, saying nothing more. I thought she might be mad. I crawled into bed with her and lay there, thinking about what I should do, or what I could do. I could come up with nothing. I was completely ill equipped to handle this type of situation. I decided it was best to just lay there and not try to bother her. 

I lay there and listened to her breathing. She didn't' seem to be relaxing. Finally, she turned toward me and put her arm over my chest and her leg over mine. "I'm sorry. I know we asked you to do this. It's not your fault."

"I'm sorry that I had to do it."

She rose up and kissed me on the lips. "I love you. I always will."

"I love you, too. Always."

I was much more capable of relaxing now and thought about tomorrow. I was hoping tomorrow would be easier. Finally, I went to sleep.

I woke up and knew that it was morning by the light streaming in the window. There was no sign of Gwen. I sat up and looked around. The door was open and I could hear talking downstairs. I walked down there and Gwen and her mother were cooking breakfast. Gwen came immediately over to me and put her arms around me. She gave me a big kiss. 

"Good morning, my favorite man."

I answered her. "Good morning, my most favorite woman."

She grinned. "C'mon. Let's eat before my sisters get up."

I agreed and we sat down for breakfast. It was the most relaxing meal I'd had since I arrived. I was holding out hope that the rest of the day would be easy, but I knew deep down that it wouldn't be.

 to be continued... 



The Audition Ch. 03



He directed her body toward the spanking bench and then still by the strength of his grasp in her hair forced her forward over its padded seat. The hash marks on her breasts disappeared from view as her chest was pushed flat onto the padding. First her right and then her left arm was secured at her wrist restraints to the metal bar in front of her head. The same was done to her bent legs but at the other end of the contraption. Her ankles and knees were held immobile with Velcro straps. By the time he fully secured his slave, she resembled a woman held prisoner on a perverted upside down gynecologist's table. Her private areas were fully exposed and readily available for anything her Master chose to do.

"Hmmm.. I love the feel of your ass... how soft and smooth the skin is... except for this little spot.." Running his hand over her quivering, full cheeks he placed a forefinger at the small puckered hole in their center and heard a gasp rise from under the bench. He chuckled and pushed his finger past the tight entryway and up to his knuckle. "Does my little slut like it when her Master fucks her little hole?" A moan was his only answer and he chuckled again with a quick pull of his buried digit back into the open air. 

"It's too bad my girl doesn't deserve a good fucking right now, isn't it? Perhaps after today she'll remember her lessons more fully and maybe earn the privilege of his cock once again." This last was said in a perfunctory manner as if he were telling her "that's life, hun, get over it" and was finalized with a hard slap to her left buttock. He smiled at the immediate pink print which surfaced on her pale flesh. It had been a very long time since he'd left his mark upon his lover. He missed seeing those small visual reminders of how much she enjoyed belonging to him. And even though the next couple of hours was intended as discipline and not something he enjoyed being made to do, he would in fact revel in making his beautiful wife even more spectacular in his eyes with every raised welt or small bruise she would proudly bear as his willing slave.

Sara's thoughts were chaotic and crowding one after another into her head. She was naked and totally restrained outside... well.. not outside exactly but still not in the safety of her bedroom. Ken was obviously hurt by all the things she'd said about him on facebook and now she'd given him the right to punish her in whatever ways he could think of... and she was painfully aware of how creative he could be. He'd already said something about fucking her in the ass. She could only hope he'd wait until he wasn't so angry. He knew conflicted she was about anal play. She wanted it and yet she was terrified by it as well. What if she yelled out and someone heard her? Why did he bring her out here where anyone could see her?

The chaos was silenced by one very hard spank to her bottom. For whatever reason it seemed to calm her and let her focus again on why she was in this place. It was because she desired it and needed it. Her husband was doing exactly what she felt every good Dominant should do on a regular basis. 

In a voice filled with sincerity and love she said, "Thank you, Master."

Ken was surprised to hear the words. It was more than he'd hoped for and he smiled. 

"You really can be such a good girl. I'm sorry that we have to do this now but you know I have to punish you and it's not going to be pleasant. But when we're all through here I will show you how a Master also rewards his special girl when she deserves it. I promise."

He leaned over and kissed the already fading handprint while sliding a finger into soft, wet lips to find the little button which gave his wife the most pleasure. He felt her hips trying to push back onto his finger as she moaned and he smiled before he pulled away.

"Not yet, my dear. First we must see to your punishment. Let me explain how we are going to proceed and make sure you are listening so you do not miss anything. You will begin here, on the spanking bench, where you will receive fourteen stripes from my belt. Fourteen stripes for the fourteen messages of disrespect. You will count and thank me for each one, young lady. If you miss one, we will start from the beginning. Do you understand?"

A muffled "yes, Sir" came from beneath the bench and he noticed the cheeks of her bottom trying to tighten as if to form a protective shield which they both knew would make no difference at all. He undid his belt buckle and pulled the long black strap until it was fully detached from his jeans. Doubling the leather, he stepped into place behind and to the left of Sara's bottom. He'd positioned the spanking bench so that it provided a clear path for his full swing. He targeted a spot along the fullest part of her cheeks, pulled his arm back and then swung hard until a loud crack echoed through the garage. 

An explosion of breath and a rushed, "One, thank you, Sir!" followed the sound.

He wasted no time and with a practiced eye and hand laid the second stripe directly above the first. The third fell directly below. Each of them was followed by a progressively louder call from the woman on the bench. A count and a thank you were given for each.

At this point, three distinct red lines about an inch or so thick decorated the flesh. He reached out with his free hand to rub over them lightly. The skin was warm under the Ken's fingers but the flesh shivered at this light touch. 

Three more stripes followed the first and the patterns started to overlap while the voice counting off became a bit more distraught and out of breath.

Ken continued the pattern of three stripes and then a brief respite until a full dozen made purchase on his wife's very reddened and tender backside. She was openly crying now but hadn't forgotten to count or give thanks for his efforts. 

"Very good, young lady. We're almost finished with the belt.. just two more and I'll put it away. Be ready and please do not forget to count them and say thank you. I don't want to have to start over."

With that, Ken landed the thirteenth stripe right across the sweet spot where Sara's ass cheeks met her thighs. It was called the sit spot and considered one of the most agonizing places to feel the sting of any tool of spanking. As he'd expected it to do, Sara's body jerked against all her restraints as she let out a shriek. He allowed her a few seconds to catch her breath and was very pleased to hear a weak call, "Thirteen, and thank you, Sir."

"One more, baby... just one more."

There was no mercy as the fourteenth and final belt stripe fell just below its predecessor. Another shriek and tear-filled response meant it was over. Sara's body heaved with sobs against the pads and bars of her chaired prison cell while Ken watched and rubbed softly over her battered backside whispering words of comfort until she settled once again.

"You did very well, my pet, and now the first part of your punishment is over. While I'm getting ready for the next piece I'll explain how the entire event is going to happen. Since you chose to disrespect me in public fourteen times in seven days we are going to use those numbers in your discipline. You've already seen how the fourteen will be used to count out the length of each part. The number seven is how many parts to the discipline there will be."

Ken knew his wife had to be mentally screaming to learn that she would be suffering through seven different methods of punishment but he took no further time to soothe her. Instead he'd gone to the refrigerator and removed a freshly pared finger of ginger from a bowl of cold water. He brought it and a small plastic bottle of lubricant to stand again at Sara's exposed and now bruised bottom.

"The first component was the belt and now we face the second."

Sara heard his words as she felt once again his finger probing the small puckered hole in her backside. She strained to hear him over the flood of fear that was surging now over her entire being.

"I believe you need some time... fourteen minutes to be precise... to think about what you've done, young lady. Consider this your corner time but with a slight difference than ordinary corner time. For the next part of your punishment you'll be reminded of how bad little girls' bottoms are made to burn. Now push like you're going to the bathroom, young lady, and this will go in much easier."

She didn't have time to react. He was pushing something into her anus and it was something that felt huge. She remembered holding the ginger roots in her hand at the grocery store just hours ago. It seemed like a lifetime now. They were so big and rough skinned and she'd wondered what he wanted them for. Sara had never heard of figging. Now she was experiencing it first-hand.

Sara grunted and bore down as she'd been instructed and in an instant she felt full in her bottom... like she needed to go to the bathroom very badly. Then he was talking again.

"I'm setting the kitchen timer to fourteen minutes. During that time you are to come up with the exact reasons you are being disciplined and ways in the future you will change your behavior. If you cannot do that when I the time is up then we will repeat this part of the discipline with a fresh piece of ginger. Do you understand, young lady?"

She did understand but she didn't know why he might think she'd fail. The full feeling was unpleasant but it wasn't nearly as bad as the belt so she should easily be able to concentrate and come up with the perfect things to say to please him.

Sara could hear the continuous clicking of the timer as she tried to get her thoughts in order. She was sorry for saying rude, very negative, and sometimes totally untrue things about her husband. And she was very sorry she'd done it so that it wasn't even a private conversation. 

The fullness seemed to be getting worse and Sara was starting to have trouble completing a thought. She tried to wriggle her bottom to see if it would bring a little relief. But it wasn't just the fullness she felt any longer. Now there seemed to be a small burning sensation too. She hoped Ken knew what he was doing by using the ginger inside of her body. What if it caused some type of allergic reaction? Owww.. it was really starting to burn her now.

From a few feet away, Ken watched his wife's bottom begin to twitch and squeeze and release as he also heard small grunts and groans coming from her mouth. He walked to the bench and bent forward until his lips nearly touched her ear. His words were mere whispers.

"In case you are not aware, ginger, as it's used in figging causes a burning sensation to the area it comes into contact with... in this case that would be my very bad little girl's behind. And you have nine minutes left to finish your apology."

Sara wondered how her body could simultaneously shiver with goosebumps at his message and burn like white hot charcoal on the grill from the satanic root implanted firmly in her ass. Not that it mattered except that she had no desire to relive this hellish creation of her Master's imagination. She had to keep focused on what she would say when he released her but it was so difficult to concentrate. Actually there was one thing she found easy to focus on. She'd realized that whenever she squeezed her butt cheeks together the burning was more intense so she lay quietly, slowed her breathing, and set her mental powers to keeping her bottom as relaxed as she could manage. That helped a little. Now she could at least form coherent thoughts. She only hoped she had enough time to get it right.

Ken checked the time on his cell phone and then switched to camera mode. Carefully he aligned the shot to capture the full glory of the red welted and ginger plugged bottom before him but also careful to avoid any features which might lend a true identity to the owner. The flash popped several times but he could tell by her lack of reaction that Sara had not noticed. He noted the time once again and then stepped to his wife's side.

"I am ready to hear whatever you have to say, young lady."

Continuing to breathe like she'd learned to do in yoga class, Sara began. "Sir, this girl is so terribly sorry for the way she showed you so much disrespect. Every word I spoke against you was meant to poke fun of the man I should be worshiping. I did it out of anger and frustration... and sometimes I think just because everybody else thought it was funny. But when I heard you reading them I just wanted to cry and take them all back. I'm so sorry, Master. I won't ever do it again no matter what happens between us I won't go and announce it to the world. I promise I won't. Please forgive me."

There was no mistaking the sincerity in her voice or the tears that were dripping from her face onto the floor below. Phase two was over and Ken finished it off by gently pulling the ginger from Sara's tight red hole which was not quite as puckered as it had been before. He watched it slowly tighten, running his hand between her spread thighs to the other opening which craved his touch and giving his wife a brief respite from her training. He pleasured her for only a minute or so but stopped when he spotted the signs of an upcoming orgasm. He was amused that even when being the object of such abuse, his little slut was still dripping wet and ready to come almost instantly at his touch.

"Alright, little girl, I think that's enough fun for you since we are only a third of the way through your punishment. And don't think I didn't hear that sigh. If I'm boring you we can always step it up a notch."

Her reaction was immediate. Apology made and forgiveness sought. Additionally, she threw in how grateful she was that he was giving all his time and attention to help her become a better slave and even a better wife. Again, he captured the sincerity in her voice and smiled. He loved her all the time but seeing how willing and even eager she was to allow him to lead her... that took his love to a new level. 

"Time to move on, young lady. This will be your last task to overcome in that particular position and all you have to do is repeat your earlier actions. Count and then give thanks to your Master for each stroke of the brush."

Damn, she thought. She hated that wooden brush. Well, to be truthful, she loved it when he used it to brush her hair before bed. He did that sometimes when he was feeling romantic or better yet when she needed to be held and comforted like his little girl. She wondered if he chose it as an implement this afternoon to remind her that she needed always to behave like his good little girl.

Smack!

"One! Thank you, Sir!" She didn't mean to shout but she'd been lost in thought and the slap surprised her. 

Smack!

"Two...thank you, Sir." Her response to the second stroke and the ones that followed came through gritted teeth. The pain of the brush over the already imbedded pain of the belt was intense enough to bring real tears to her eyes with each contact. By the final hit Sara was crying openly but she never asked for her freedom. She did not plead with her Master for his forgiveness in hopes of early release. Instead she accepted each stroke by the tool in his hand as a symbol of her repentance for how badly she'd treated him. His slave was learning her lesson and it was a lesson she hoped she would never forget... not because she feared further punishment but because she never wanted to display that level of disrespect for the man she loved ever again.

She barely noticed as Ken undid each of her restraints and lifted her from the bench. His very hard cock was pressing through rough jeans into the welts and bruises criss-crossing her naked buttocks and she realized he'd sat her upon his lap and was hugging her trembling body. Sara relaxed and leaned into his warmth until she finished crying. Her tears marked his shirt like his stripes marked her body. Finally, she quieted and looked up into his face. 

"This girl loves you so much. You are my husband.. my lord.. my Master. And I'll never do anything like that again. I'm not saying that so you won't finish my punishment either. I want you to finish it, Sir. I need you to finish it all... everything you planned for me."

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead. 

"Good girl. And you shall get your wish. Since you seem to be feeling a bit calmer now we can get started but you can sit here on my lap until I finish telling you what you are required to do next."

She nodded and leaned back in to his chest preparing herself to hear the worst. With his words she decided she'd not been wrong in that perception. This was going to be worse than the spanking bench.

"I think we can both agree that beyond the fact of you disrespecting your Master you made it much worse by doing it in a public way. I'm not so sure, however, that you realize the full extent of how public humiliation can make one feel. And that is the lesson, young lady, you are now going to learn. 

You are going to sign on to your fetlife account and give a full accounting of your bad behavior and the punishment that followed. You will have fourteen minutes to complete the post. If, when I read it, you have left out any detail then we will begin your entire discipline session over again."

He shifted in his seat and then lifted her chin with a finger.

"And one more thing, little girl. Take a look at the laptop there. Do you recognize the picture?"

Sara's face blanched and then turned beet red with embarrassment. Reflected in the screen of the computer was the image of her naked ass. There were red, hot looking welts on each cheek and running down the backs of her legs and something brown and bulbous was poking out from the center of the crack. It was the finger of ginger. He'd taken a picture of her while she was strapped down to the spanking bench. At least her face wasn't in the shot. 

Ken had paused while his wife took in the magnitude of the photo and then he said what he knew she was already thinking.

"You will post this picture along with your story and finally you will promote both in whatever ways are possible on that site. I want as many people as possible to see how badly my little slut acted and also underestimated her Master. You have fourteen minutes before I read your work."

He rose forcing his wife to stand, retrieved a small round stool and placed it in front of the laptop.

"Sit. The timer is set. You may begin."

It only took a few seconds to sign in to her account and get the page set up to write her story. She decided to upload the photo first giving herself a minute to outline what she was going to write. There was no way she was going to leave anything out. She wasn't sure she could handle reliving the punishments she'd already taken and at the same time failing him yet again. She was determined to get this right and make him proud.. even if it meant that who knows how many unknown or mostly unknown people across the world would now know what her beaten, figged ass looked like. Tomorrow she might be afraid to go outside without thinking people were looking at her strangely and knowing what she'd done but she couldn't think about that now. She had to write.



The Audition Ch. 03



For the first time in recent memory, Phoenix Kelly felt as if she was under a great deal of pressure. Normally, pressure was a motivator to her and she could use it to her advantage. This was about as far from normal as Phoenix had ever found herself.

To begin with, she was feeling the weight of having three jobs. She had no intention of giving any of them up. The Java Joint was a large part of her social life, she knew everything and, whether it might be a small factor to others, she loved the coffee. She wasn't about to give up her position at Miss Veronique's because of all of the "fringe benefits" and the companionship of her older, worldly lover. It would be a fool's errand to even consider giving up her position at the Bistro. She had only just gotten that and the added income would make her a very successful young woman in a much shorter number of years than in her original game plan.

For a few days, she gave serious consideration to giving up school. She didn't need it, did she? She was self-supporting and making a lot more money now than many of her older friends who were graduates with degrees. Why put herself through all the hard work?

The smart, sensible and gifted side of Phoenix came to the fore just in the nick of time. Yes, she loved the social aspects of her life and the sexual ones; there was no disputing just how much they mattered to her. Still, that was only one facet of Phoenix. She and her family had always valued education and she knew that the smarter she was, the more she would be able to capitalize on all of the opportunities that might come her way. An education and being grounded in the real world would prove invaluable. The education had to be part of her life; there was no getting around that fact.

How to fix the problem before she collapsed under all the weight?

The solution was provided to her by one of her professors, a slightly-older woman with whom she had been -- close. "You could simply choose to continue your education over a longer period of time," Jill said to her over a leisurely coffee. "You'd still get your degree, just not in the usual number of years."

That was the course of action Phoenix decided she would take. That left her with two problems and they were slightly interwoven.

Everywhere she walked on campus, Lisa Matthers seemed to be there as well. Lisa would stare at her and then just as quickly, she would vanish. She never once confronted Phoenix, not that Phoenix wanted a confrontation. Simply put, it would just have ended the suspense. She wondered if perhaps Lisa had found out about her wild night with Clay.

Clay was her last problem. He had reached out to her a few times since their night together and asked for a repeat performance. The rumor mill said that he'd found out about Lisa's constant infidelity and wanted something better. Phoenix had long since learned not to rely on gossip and she didn't want any hassles. There was only one small little problem.

She liked Clay quite a lot.

It didn't make any sense to her, not really. He was a big, dumb, lovable goof. Not the scholar she envisioned herself dating. But he was so kind and considerate and, she had to admit, one hell of a lay. She wasn't going to discount another night with Clay, but she had to get her life into perspective first.

She was working at the Boutique on a Thursday evening when Lilith stopped by. As always, Lilith made a stir simply by entering a room. With her long, wavy red hair and outrageous manner of dress, she was always the type of woman who could take your breath away. That day, she wore a dress reminiscent of Jennifer Lopez's famous dress, very low cut and slinky, a slightly Peacock design to it. Never let it be said that Lilith dressed down.

Veronique and Lilith embraced, not at all shy about sharing a kiss. Yvette smiled at the pair of them and not for the first time, Phoenix wondered about her employer and the other French beauty. They had never discussed Yvette, it remained unspoken between them. Veronique did seem to have her secrets and Phoenix had decided that she would not pry. It would be up to Veronique or Yvette herself to offer up the answers when they decided to share -- if they ever did.

"I actually came to see you," Lilith said, spinning on very high heels and smiling at her newest employee. "I was wondering if you might be able to make yourself available this Sunday evening?"

Phoenix winced for a second, although she didn't let Lilith see it. Sunday was the only day she took wholly for herself. She usually relaxed, de-stressed, ordered pizza and watched TV. She was trying to remove things from her plate, not add to them. It didn't matter and she knew it. An extra shift meant extra money and if Lilith was asking, there had to be a reason. She nodded and said that she could. She could sleep later or skip her Monday class altogether. Jill would understand and likely provide assistance, with some friendly "prodding" on her part.

She made the right choice. Walking into the club at 4 PM Sunday afternoon, she was greeted once again by Martin and then, Lily. She still couldn't figure Lily out; she was always cool and aloof, although not nasty. She was ushered into Lilith's private office where her employer was seated behind a large mahogany desk with her feet up. On the other side of the desk were two other women, both striking brunettes. Phoenix was asked to sit down, although she could tell it was not a request.

"She is everything you said she was and more," the older of the two brunettes said as she nodded in Phoenix's direction. "Lil, you certainly do know how to pick them. Oh yes, she will do splendidly."

Being talked about while she was still in the room always weirded Phoenix out and this time was no different. She knew that whatever they meant, it likely entailed something sexual. Before she could ask, which might have been against the rules, Lilith offered up an explanation. "This is my dearest and oldest friend, Gabrielle Porter." Phoenix knew the name instantly, Gabrielle, like Veronique, was a fashion maven. Her shoe boutiques offered expensive footwear. There was some of it that cost what an executive secretary might earn -- in a month. "Gabby would like the pleasure of your company for the evening," Lilith went on. Her friend scowled and wagged her finger at Lilith. Obviously, she did not like to be called "Gabby" but Lilith just smiled and ignored her gentle chiding.

"For dinner and for after," Gabrielle explained. "I do so love the companionship of beautiful, young women." Now it was Gabrielle's companion who scowled. Was the other girl jealous?

"Will your friend be joining us?" Phoenix asked. She did not want to be in the middle of something and had already decided she might well bow out at the slightest hint of a problem.

"My companion?" Gabrielle looked at the younger brunette and chuckled. "My companion is my daughter and her name is Lia. Where are my manners, I quite apologize. Say hello to our guest, Lia darling." The girl stood up and she was lovely, an attractive brunette like her mother, nicely dressed. She was clearly the shortest of the women in the room, standing only around 5'5", but with a lovely, fair complexion and dark eyes that drew you in. When Phoenix shook the girl's hand, she felt skin that was as soft as satin. Still, something about Gabrielle's daughter felt a bit -- off.

"Does your chef still prepare a marvelous Chateaubriand?" Gabrielle queried. Lilith nodded and said that he did, so the three women left the office and went to the dining area. A confused Phoenix still had no idea what was going on and went with the flow. Whatever was to happen would likely be revealed in due course.

As they entered the spacious dining lounge, Lilith took Phoenix to one side. "Whatever she wants dearest, as long as you think you can deal with it, grant her wishes. She's a close friend and she may be a little out there, but I think it's also what makes her such a success."

Dinner was marvelous and because she knew it was important to her employer, Phoenix turned on the charm. She flirted with Gabrielle shamelessly and that seemed to annoy her daughter. She tried to win over the girl and could see that she was failing. As she knew she had a lively and engaging personality, she could not understand why. When Lia left to use the facilities, it gave Gabrielle a chance to render an explanation.

"My daughter doesn't approve of me dating women, especially women close to her own age," Gabrielle said as she offered up another glass of delicious Beaujolais. "She thinks that I'm cheating on her father." For the first time, Phoenix noticed a rather large wedding band on Gabrielle's ring finger.

Trying to tread lightly, Phoenix questioned "Well, aren't you cheating on him?"

Gabrielle laughed lightly and shook her head. "I love my daughter, but despite her being almost 19, she is a child in many ways. I adore her father, but he is by no means a man with a high sex drive. Once or twice a month is good enough for him. So, we have an arrangement. As long as I never sleep with other men, I am free to sleep with as many young women as I so please."

"If you'll forgive my boldness, why don't you have sex with women your own age -- oh excuse me, not that you're old, you're gorgeous and ..." Phoenix stopped herself before she went any further.

The laughter continued. "Because just like a man, I do like the company of younger companions. Women my age are not always discreet, some are catty, some are clingy. I can find all these pretty young things who are willing to dress as I want, act as I want and they love the attention," Gabrielle explained.

"I see," Phoenix smiled as she took in Gabrielle's exotic beauty again. She was sure that there had to be some Asian in her mix, due to the shape of her eyes and the tone of her skin. "I love women of all ages, so I'm sure it will be wonderful being with you."

The evening took a dramatic turn at that precise moment. "Oh no, my beautiful love, I'm sure you'd be a wonderful playmate for me, but I want you to convince my daughter to have sex with you. I want to know if she has any hidden lesbian urges of her own."

Phoenix was startled, to say the least. She made it a point to keep that hidden as she looked at her client. A mother hiring someone to sleep with her daughter was quite -- well, as Lilith had stated, out there. "Don't you and your daughter talk about sex?" She asked. "Has she ever told you she finds other women appealing?"

"We don't talk about her much, to my chagrin," Gabrielle admitted. "She's always so angry at me, but I have heard her say that she finds the concept repugnant."

"Then why do you want me to ...?"

"... seduce her, sleep with her if you can? Because I want to know if she really feels that way, which I doubt, or if she's just acting that way because she's angry at me. I think my little girl will be much happier with her life if she just embraces her sexuality fuller. I know that I will, to be sure," Gabrielle said.

"I'm afraid that I don't quite understand," Phoenix said as she looked at her latest client with a quizzical expression. Gabrielle smiled at her and seemed to be amused at the younger woman's naiveté.

Gabrielle patted Phoenix's face gently, as a mother might pat a child. "You really don't understand, do you baby? I know you haven't been here long, but I thought you might clue in. If my daughter is inclined to let women share her bed, I'd like to be one of those women. I've had sex with many of her friends and now, I'm interested in crossing that line for myself."

For the first time, Phoenix's face registered shock. "Are you implying that you'd like to have sex with your daughter yourself?"

"Oh sweetness, I'm not implying a thing, I'm stating it outright," Gabrielle smiled. "I've raised a beautiful daughter who is in the full bloom of her womanhood. I want to take her to bed and explore the beautiful young woman she's become. I want to see her face contorted in orgasm while she writhes upon the satin sheets of my bed."

"But -- that's incest!" Phoenix spoke out, knowing her words could very well cost her the new job she had worked so hard to gain.

"What of it?" Gabrielle smiled as she flashed a soft, gentle smile. "These are modern times and old morals and taboos don't apply. Just a little while ago, I would have been condemned for having sex with other women. You and I would have faced scrutiny had we indulged in an interracial affair. Now, such things are common place. I find my daughter attractive, I plan to exploit that. She's not going to get pregnant and I don't plan to force myself on her. If you discover that she is receptive to the advances of other women, I will make my move. Are you all right with that or are we going to have a problem?"

Phoenix knew that she didn't have a lot of time to consider her answer. "No, no problem," she managed to say as she composed herself. Really, was it that big a deal? Her client had stated her case with a strong conviction. 

Gabrielle handed Phoenix a large wad of cash. "Once we're done, take her out for a few drinks and to a club. Loosen her up and seduce her, if you can. I'll want a full report and there's a nice bonus in it for you if you succeed." Lia returned at that moment and they finished their conversation. Gabrielle said that she was a bit weary -- not a word of that was true, Phoenix could see the light flicker in her eyes -- and she suggested the girls continue their evening. Lia balked a bit, but it was obvious she wanted to have a bit of fun without her mom's watchful eye. When Phoenix suggested they go clubbing, Lia smiled a bit more and agreed.

Phoenix took Lia to a club she knew quite well, one in which the younger girl would not likely be carded, as she wasn't technically old enough to drink. "Old enough to fuck, but not ..." Phoenix thought to herself as they entered. Phoenix loved dancing and would have frequented the place more often, had not commitments to her time been so precious. She had also been astute enough not to take Lia to a lesbian club, as she didn't want to set the girl off. She was going to have to use her thinking cap if this was all going to play out the way that Gabrielle wanted it to.

"I really thought my mom was going to take you home tonight," Lia said to Phoenix. A few Pina Coladas had loosened her tongue quite nicely. "I can't understand her at all! First, she cheats on my dad! Then, she cheats on him with women! Finally, to make matters worse, she cheats on him with my friends - yuck!"

"If you talked to her a bit more, you might understand," Phoenix said as she played the sympathy card. "She's lonely, but she doesn't want to sleep with a man who isn't your father. She happens to find women sexually appealing and she says that all of your friends are hot."

"That is true."

"So, why should men be the only ones who get to sleep with hot younger women? Women are age are adventurous, if your friends want to fuck your mom, why should you care?" Phoenix argued.

"I don't know -- I just don't get the appeal, I've never been into girls, you know?" Lia countered.

"You don't find women attractive?" Lia didn't realize it, but she was playing directly into Phoenix's hands.

"I can see that women are attractive, but so what? I'd never sleep with a woman, it's just not my thing," Lia stated plainly.

"You don't know what you're missing," Phoenix retorted. "Women are great in bed and we smell and taste great. Plus, you're gorgeous, nice long legs and perky little tits, you'd be able to pick and choose. Don't rule it out Lia, there might just be a sexy woman in your future!"

"Oh no, I think I'd be too nervous even if I was interested," Lia protested. "I wouldn't have a clue as to what to do with another woman in bed, I ..."

"You've thought about it."

Lia knew she'd been caught. "Okay yes, I've thought about it. After they'd slept with my mother, a few of my girlfriends offered to sleep with me, kind of to even the score. Like you said, my girlfriends are hot, but I'd be so self-conscious that I think it might ruin things and then, I couldn't face them and I'd lose a friendship."

"I think I might have a way around that," Phoenix said, placing her dark hand on top of Lia's. "Of course, the option remains entirely up to you."

Lia was not entirely clueless. "Oh no Phoenix, I couldn't ask you to do that," she told her new friend.

"Baby, you aren't asking, I offered," Phoenix said as she made her moves. She nestled in closer so that the younger girl could smell her perfume and notice how sexy she was. When Phoenix was in "the zone" it was hard for any person to resist her allure and now that she had set her sights on Lia, she wanted to roll around in bed with the pretty young brunette. "I'd love to show you what a hot session of girl-girl sex could do for you. It would certainly widen your options and sugar, it'd help you understand your mom a whole lot better. In fact, I'm sure it'd bring you two a lotcloser." Phoenix wasn't going to let on what Gabrielle's motivations were, that was up to her client. Her only chore was to get this sweet young thing in bed and seduce her, something that she was sure could be easily accomplished.

"Think about it sugar, meanwhile, you just have another drink and we can dance and party on," Phoenix smiled. Part of her seduction was to let Lia watch her on the dance floor. She knew that her moves could entice the girl into bed and she poured on the charm. As the two young women danced and drew a crowd, she could see it in Lia's face. The girl could not play Poker, because you could read everything in her face. Her resistance was weakening and she was succumbing to the movements Phoenix was making. She wouldn't need any further alcoholic beverages, Phoenix sensed Lia's surrender was imminent. 

"Do -- do you have somewhere we can go?" Lia whispered when they returned to their table. Phoenix smiled and nodded. She was glad that Lia had finally capitulated for if she hadn't, she might well have found herself another playmate among the crowd. The place was packed with young lovelies and some very attractive and mature ones as well. Of course, Phoenix rarely had to take "no" for an answer.

"I live close," Phoenix whispered back and playfully nipped Lia's earlobe. The girl started for a moment and then, she giggled -- a good sign. As both girls were inebriated, Phoenix called for a taxi to drive them the short distance back to her apartment. Their attire was such that they might have drawn some unwanted attention and Phoenix could not have fought off any attackers in her state. Lia was even more inebriated than she was, although once Phoenix worked her magic, the intoxication would quickly vanish.

The taxi driver refused a tip, saying only "I'll see you soon" when they exited his cab. Phoenix thought his comment was a bit cryptic, but she didn't worry overmuch. "Oh my God, what a fabulous apartment," Lia gushed when they went inside. "How can someone like you ..." she then realized she was being a bit insulting "I meant to ask, how can you possibly afford something this lavish?'

"A friend arranged with the landlord to give me a break on the rent," Phoenix explained. She wasn't going to give the girl full details on her arrangement with Veronique, that was on a "need to know" basis. "It is fabulous, but the bedroom ..."

"Um, could we like, have a coffee first?" Lia asked. "I'm a bit wobbly."

Phoenix nodded and fixed them both a cup of her favorite, French Mocha. She thought it a good sign that the girl was willing to proceed and sober up. They talked for about 15 minutes before Lia stood up and actually went to the bedroom on her own. "Once I make up my mind," she told Phoenix "I don't back down. Come on Phoenix, I want to see if you're right and I've been missing out on something."




The Audition Ch. 03



Lia's outfit was made out of expensive kid leather and hugged her tiny, well-toned body like a second skin. As she slithered out of it, Phoenix made it a point to make small approving noises to show her appreciation for the girl's beauty. She always enjoyed the first time with a new playmate and Lia was built for girl-on-girl loving. She also had one of the most perfect bubble butts the black girl had ever seen. Once Lia jumped playfully on the bed, Phoenix followed suit. "You still have all of your clothes on, no fair!" A still-tipsy Lia pouted.

"I'm going to keep you in suspense," Phoenix teased. "You're the guest, so I pay attention to your needs first." Without further ado, she pressed her lips to Lia's and slid her tongue in between the other girl's mouth and teeth. Lia balked, but only for the briefest of seconds before her own tongue shot out and dueled with Phoenix's. "Okay, she doesn't seem to mind kissing another girl," Phoenix thought to herself. "Let's just see how far she'll let me go before she puts up some resistance."

Phoenix took her time and at first, she went more for massage and exploration instead of overt sexual aggression. She let Lia discover how nice it felt to be touched and caressed by someone who knew what they were doing. Her dark hands explored the girl's body and she enjoyed the firm, yet soft and yielding skin. Lia likely wasn't aware of it, but she was making quiet little noises that were getting louder the longer Phoenix went on. Gabrielle had her daughter pegged correctly, she was able to enjoy women sexually. Now all that remained was to prove that to Lia herself.

Phoenix went to the next step of her plan, she began to use her tongue on Lia. Phoenix was a very oral young woman and had enjoyed several years of practice. She could have taught master classes in oral sex and she loved cunnilingus almost as much as she loved fucking, sometimes, even more. Her assault on Lia started at the top and she worked her way down. Lia's cries became louder and more frequent. She paused and said to her partner "You're allowed to talk, you know. Just let loose and say whatever you are thinking."

Lia nodded and the dam seemingly burst. "Eat my pussy," she groaned. "Eat my fucking cunt, you black bitch. Oh God, this feels like nothing I've ever felt before. I want it, I want it!" Phoenix smiled to herself, it hadn't taken as long as she might have thought to change Lia's opinions. Of course, this was only the opening salvo. Would Lia herself be willing to commit lesbian acts? One thing at a time was the way to go, she mouthed and tongued Lia's pussy as she had been asked to do, dipping at the font of the girl's trimmed pussy and extracting droplet after droplet of her sweet honey. Phoenix made her new little friend cum in due time and saw the girl's dark hair was soaked with perspiration. They had been in the bed for about 45 minutes at this point. She could have made Lia orgasm in under ten minutes and she knew that, yet it made more sense to let the little nymph savor her first Sapphic experience.

"Are you interested in trying it now?" Phoenix asked Lia. She knew there would be only 1 of two possible reactions -- conversion back to her old beliefs or the embrace of a new lifestyle. Fortunately, Lia proved willing to jump in to the latter grouping and almost shoved Phoenix back on the bed. She was a little more aggressive than Phoenix had been and some of her touches were rougher and without the requisite skill that Phoenix had amassed over time. Still, she was enthusiastic and playful and she did manage to wrest a climax from the black beauty. Once that had occurred, Phoenix was able to calm her down and suggest that they meet on an equal footing.

Now the two beauties could explore together and Phoenix played the role of instructor, urging the girl to give way to her new feelings. Despite their difference in height, a sixty-nine was possible, as was some soapy fun in Phoenix's large, glass shower stall. She sent Lia home in a cab around 4 AM and promised her new friend a rematch. Phoenix slept soundly after that, surely knowing she had done well by Gabrielle and wondering how much more she would be banking when she reported her achievement to her client the following morning.

While drifting off to a much-deserved slumber, Phoenix wondered how Lia would respond to her mother's impending advances. If she responded in the positive, might it be possible that Phoenix would be invited to join them? She wasn't sure how she felt about such a proposition -- turned on -- or terrified?



The Audition Ch. 04



 Final part of 4. Once again, this is the last of four parts written by request, storyline is the requestor's, the writing errors are mine. I hope you enjoyed his idea and my writing. 

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Friday after Thanksgiving, 2010

I had just finished breakfast on Black Friday with my fiancé and her mother. I thought about what lie ahead. I had already fucked my fiancé's mother and sister in order to fulfill the requirements of this weird will that her father had left when he died. Gwen didn't know I had fucked her mother. I had lied and said we couldn't do it. I had told her the truth about her slutty sister Sheila. Now, I had one more sister to go -- Gaby. 

The middle of the day went quickly for me. I took my time getting ready and the four women all went to do some shopping. They were avoiding the large malls, but were going to hit some small stores. I watched some football and caught up on some reading.

About 5pm, they strolled back in, carrying a few bags each from their trip. They were all laughing and having a good time. When Gaby looked over at me I saw her blanch. She was definitely feeling stressed out about our meeting later that night. Gwen came over and gave me a big, wet kiss and they all flounced upstairs to put their purchases away.

Dinner was leftovers and we all gathered around in the kitchen to dip into the containers and fill our plates. I got a little of everything and was second in line for the microwave, so I was sitting with Gwen as the other three were finishing and warming their food. 

She leaned over to me and I smiled. She smiled back and then leaned closer to my ear. "I love you more than I can express."

I turned my head after she said that to see tears welling in her eyes. I pulled her in and gave her a hug and told her I loved her. About that time her mother came out of the kitchen. 

"Hey, you two, get a room!" She said it jokingly, but it seemed that Gwen was not to be cheered up. She didn't laugh or respond, she just went back to eating.

The scenario this evening was the same as the others. We watched a little television and then everyone went to bed early.

At 10pm, I was ready to leave my room and head toward the room of yet again another Thurman woman. Gaby was the middle child and had been married for about 3 years. She had a one-year old that her husband had taken to his family's house for the holidays. She was supposed to join them tomorrow for a couple of days.

I said my good-bye to Gwen and headed to Gaby's room. When I entered, it was very dark. I waited for a couple of seconds to get my night eyes and then moved toward the bed. I could hear her breathing and her nervousness was so evident as to be discernible from 10 feet away.

"Gaby?"

"Y -- Yes?" She haltingly answered, her voice breaking.

I sat on the bed. "Are you alright?"

I heard her take a deep breath. "Yes, but I can't have sex with you." She said it in a breathy whisper.

I was not surprised. "That's okay." I lay down on top of the covers. "I'll just lay here and we can talk for a while. We don't ever have to tell anyone anything."

"Okay." She seemed to relax, although I couldn't see her. "I might have been able to do it."

I thought about how she said that for a second. "Might have?"

"Yes. My husband and I decided to try for another child and I went off birth control a couple of months ago. I can't have sex with you at all. I'd be too worried and scared that it wouldn't be Bill's."

"Oh, I see. Well, that's fine. We'll just talk for a while and then I'll go back to Gwen."

"Okay."

We discussed her life and she was just getting back into working, but she and Bill had really wanted to have three kids. She was already 27 and didn't want too much time between them, so they had decided to try again this fall. I could tell that her family was important to her and she, like most mothers, couldn't stop talking about her son. I told her about Gwen and I and she giggled when I told her how Gwen practically kissed my face off after proposing. 

"That sounds so unlike her. I guess I haven't seen her with a boyfriend or a date in so long, I don't know what she's like with men."

"She's an amazing woman."

Gaby giggled. "I'm glad I had a reason not to have sex with you. I can see that you really love Gwen and I can't think of how I would have felt around her if we had. I would always feel so guilty."

"Yeah, it would be tough."

There was silence for a few moments and then she whispered to me. "Did you have sex with my mother and Sheila?" I was quiet for a second and she continued. "No, don't tell me. I don't want to know."

I thought about it. "I think you probably already know the answer to that, don't you."

"Yes." She whispered.

"Okay, it's been 20 minutes. I'm going to go back to Gwen, okay?"

I felt the bed move and then her lips were on mine. She kissed me just lightly and then pulled back. "Thank you, John."

"You're welcome." I stood and went back to Gwen.

When I opened the door, Gwen was awake and reading by her bedside lamp. She was surprised to see me and it showed. "Back already?"

"It seemed like long enough to say we did it, right?"

Gwen waited until I crawled up alongside her. "Yes, but you didn't, did you?"

"Can you keep a secret?"

"You know I can."

"Gaby just went off birth control because she and Bill want to have another baby. No way was she going to do anything with me. We just talked."

Gwen latched on to me hard and gave me a crushing hug. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

I lay down next to her and rested my left hand on her arm. I did this a lot. I loved just having a hand on her, knowing she was there beside me. She turned off the light and went to sleep in about 5 minutes. I lay there awake for a while, trying to logically work my way through this will. I mean, if he thought they were sluts, why would he have them do this? Was this really his plan? To humiliate them with the betrothed of the one daughter he still thought highly of? Wouldn't that actually do the opposite of what he wanted? Why? I fell asleep with these thoughts rolling around in my head.

When I awoke the next morning, although it was Saturday, Gwen was already dressed and coming into the room. "Wake up, sleepyhead. We have an appointment with the lawyer in about 2 hours. You need to get showered, dressed, and have breakfast before the 30 minute drive."

"Argh! I think the stress has worn me out every day."

She sat on the bed and gave me a quick kiss. "Are you ready for this?"

I looked at her and grabbed her arm as she went to get up. "Wait. Let me ask you something. If your father thought your mother and sisters were sluts, why would he have them prove this with me, your fiancé? Why would he have them do what he hated? What is his motive?"

She stared at me. "I don't understand what you mean."

"In the middle of the night something occurred to me. What if his goal was not to have them do it, but to see if they refused? What if this was a test of his theory? It seems to me that he may have done this to see if your family would prove his point. If your family did this, then they would be the whores he says they are and he gives them nothing. If they don't, then maybe they have proved that they are not sluts and deserving of his estate."

Gwen stared at me and I could see the wheels turning. "I see what you mean. I can't see why he would do this when he would already be dead."

"Did you listen to the hate, spite, and loathing in that letter? Your father did not sound like a well man. I think that may have clouded his judgment."

"Hmmmm. Maybe. I don't know what to say. You are playing with my mother's inheritance and even some that would come to me."

"I know, but I can't help feel that I'm right."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I need to shower and dress and think about this some more." 

I crawled out of the bed and headed for the shower. I received a sharp smack on the ass from my lover and I turned and wagged my finger at her. She just stuck her tongue out at me. 

"Promises, promises."

She grinned and left the room.

I showered, dressed, and ate a quick breakfast. Everyone was a little subdued and didn't ask me what I was going to say to the lawyer.

The drive was terrible. I felt like I did as a child when my mother took me to the dentist for the first time. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, everyone was the same and nobody talked at all. It left me time to go over my thoughts again. I think I had it right. When I told Gwen, it seemed to confirm to me as I said it out loud that it was a test. If these three women went ahead and had sex with his youngest daughter's fiancé, the daughter who appeared to be his favorite, they would be confirming his dark fantasies and he would cut them off. If, however, they refused, then maybe they had passed the test and he would give them the money. Of course, as awful as that letter sounded, I could be completely wrong. I was in a quandary. I had no idea what to do. 

When we arrived we were shown into a large conference room and offered refreshments. After getting some coffee and water for us, the receptionist left and we waited for the lawyer, Mr. Thibodeau. He came in after we were there about 15 minutes. I was going over my decision on what to say the entire time. I knew that I really wanted to say nothing happened, but I didn't want to take away the opportunity for the Thurman women to get their inheritance. The man who wrote that letter sounded so awful that I didn't think he deserved to deprive them of that.

The lawyer introduced himself and when he got to me he smiled. "Mr. Williams. So glad to meet you."

"Thank you, sir. It's John."

He smiled and turned to head into the other room. "Now, these ladies have been waiting for this for a while, so why don't we go into the other room and discuss this situation."

Mrs. Thurman stood up. "Wait! Don't we get to be in on this?"

Mr. Thibodeau turned. "No, I'm sorry. The instructions were very specific. You'll have to wait out here while I go over everything with John."

Mrs. Thurman looked petrified. "Okay." She didn't sound at all sure of that.

We entered Mr. Thibodeau's office. It was richly furnished in dark woods and had a beautiful view out the window. The downtown area was in full view. His bookshelves were full of law and reference books and everything looked freshly dusted. He waved me to a beautiful wood and leather chair and then went behind the desk to sit in his.

"Mr. Thibodeau? Can I ask you a question first?"

"Sure, John. What is it?"

"I heard so many great things about Mr. Thurman, but none of that seems to jibe with the man who wrote that provision in the will. How is that possible?"

Mr. Thibodeau looked at me carefully for a few moments. "You are right. You might not know it, but Don had a stroke about a year before he died. His entire personality seemed to be affected by this. He was never the same again. He became mean, short-tempered, and jealous, traits he had never before shown. It was very sad and I counseled him strongly against this provision, but he did what he did anyway."

"I see. Can I ask another question?"

He smiled. "Sure."

"Isn't it odd that he has asked these women to do what he despised in order to get his estate? I mean, why not have them investigated for this, why leave it to them asking me to have sex with them?"

"It is odd. I haven't seen the second amendment myself, but it's very odd. I thought the same thing. But it is his will and I will follow it."

I knew what I had to do then. I would not tell him I slept with the Thurmans. I would tell him they refused and would take what was given them. "Okay, Mr. Thibodeau, let's get this over with."

He leaned forward and picked up the letter. "I take it you've read this?"

"Yes."

"Okay. So answer the question. Did you have the required sex with Ann, Sheila, and Gaby?"

I took a deep breath. I was perspiring, unsure about whether or not I was taking away the chance for the Thurman's to get their money from a man whose stroke had changed him. "No, I did not."

He stared at me. "You sure?"

I wasn't completely lying. He included all three so it was easier for me to answer. "Positive."

"Well, that answers that question. Now let's see the second amendment."

Mr. Thibodeau had it lying on top of his desk in a sealed envelope, ready to go. He pulled out a letter opener and slit the envelope open. He pulled out the paper and started reading.

"Well?"

"Oh, sorry. Let me read it to you.

Okay, you sluts, here is what you have been waiting for. The first amendment was a test and I know that you sluts probably failed it, but here is my decision.

If you did sleep with Gwen's fiancé, then you all are truly whores and I will not leave any of my estate to fucking whores. Ann, you get the $50,000 annual allowance. The rest of you can rot in hell. 

If, by some miracle, you didn't fuck him, then maybe there is hope for you sluts yet. I can't believe that you wouldn't for this amount of money. But if you didn't, then my estate will be split four ways. Ann will get 40% and Sheila, Gaby, and Gwen will get 20% each. 

I know that this sounds harsh, but it's my fucking money, so go to hell. I will do with it as I please and whores do not get my money.

I love you, Gwen, the rest of you can fuck off.

Don

Whew! What an asshole!"

I grinned. "Yes, sir, I would have to agree with that. But it wasn't the real him, was it? He was changed by the stroke. I think we need to tell the ladies before they all start having heart attacks."

"Absolutely." He stood and we went back to the conference room. The women there were all pale and nervous. When we entered with smiles on our faces, I could see the hope light up in their eyes.

Mr. Thibodeau stepped to the head of the conference table. "Let me read this second amendment." He did. As he did, I saw all of them start to pale again. Then he put it on the table and smiled. "Since Mr. Williams told me he didn't have the required sex with the three of you, the estate will be distributed as he stated." All of them stared at me. "Its current value is $38 million. I'll have the papers drawn up and you can tell us where you want the monies, okay?"

They finally let out held breaths and let out whoops and started hugging each other. All except for Gwen, who came over and gave me a hug, just holding me and leaning into me.

Finally, Ann came over to us, Sheila and Gaby trailing. "How did you know? You were taking a chance with our monies. I can't be angry since it came out right, but it scares me to think about it."

"I knew he was still a logical thinker. He was changed by his stroke, but he still thought logically. I knew he wouldn't give you the money if he thought you were really sluts. He stated that in the first one, you just had to read between the lines."

She hugged me and Gwen, who had refused to let me go. "Well, thank god you were right."

Sheila and Gaby had heard enough and both called their husbands to tell them that they were going to be wealthy.

I took Gwen aside and lifted her chin up to have her look into my eyes. "Are you okay? Are we okay?"

She sighed. "Yes. I love you so much and the fact that you worked that out makes it better. I don't know what we'll do with all that money."

I leaned over and kissed her. "I can think of a few things we can do right now for which we don't need money -- or clothes."

She grinned. "Yeah, good idea. Nice way to celebrate."

She took my hand and led me from the room. Life was really good.

 The End 



The Audition Ch. 04



Ken sat back in the recliner and watched his wife typing. Naked, face tear stained, and hair in wayward curls she looked beautiful. When she spoke about herself she always complained of being too curvy or losing the fight with gravity over the years but he didn't see any of that. He had learned long ago that his wife was everything he needed.. her body..her mind.. and mostly her spirit. It never mattered to him if her breasts weren't quite as firm as they once had been. He just liked to play with them whether it was pinching those big, brown nipples that seemed to always be hard or using both hands to squeeze her big melons together around his cock. Her hips were easy to grab onto from behind and provided excellent handholds for rocking her body back and forth as they fucked doggy style. Her mouth could make him come better than any woman he'd ever been with and with her imagination at its service could say the dirtiest, most erotic things sending his mind reeling as he'd spurt cum over her face marking his slut and fucktoy as forever his. 

Actually his cock was hard now and had been for a while. He wanted to push her over that spanking bench and fuck her until she screaming his name and not caring who heard her. And that was going to happen but not now. The Master still had a job to do and he was determined to make it count. The "ting" of the timer sounded and Ken saw that Sara had stopped typing and was reading what she had written.

"Time's up, babe. Let's see how you did." 

Sara watched him turn the screen so he could read its contents and didn't realize she was holding her breath. She tried to get comfortable on the little round top of the stool but realized it wasn't possible. Aside from the seat being too little there was also the issue of her bottom being bruised. No matter how she adjusted herself the pain was still there. She decided just to ignore it and focus on the man in front of her.

His face gave away no clues as to whether or not he thought it was good enough. The occasional blink was his only movement aside from his thumb's slight movement on the touchpad as he scrolled through the pages. 

Minutes passed without a sound and Sara thought she was going to scream for him to tell her something.. anything at all... when without warning he turned the screen to face her once again and said, "It'll do."

She sighed with relief. There was only one thing left to do and she did it before she lost her nerve. Sending the cursor up the screen she placed it on top of the "post" button and then she clicked. The page cleared and her story and accompanying photo were replaced by a message that was meant to be cheerful and kinky letting the author know her post had been accepted and was now available for the masses. Sara closed her eyes and pictured the emails hitting her friends' boxes announcing that DaddysGirrl had posted in Doms and Their Subs with a title of "I was a very bad girl and Master is punishing me." 

"We've been in here for a little while. Why don't you crawl over to the fridge and get your Master a bottle of water. Get one for yourself, too. I don't want my slave getting dehydrated."

That was typical of Ken. Even in the heat of the most erotic scene within which they'd ever found themselves immersed, he didn't forget about the basic needs of life. He never let her get too tired or too hot or too anything that was bad for her health. Like any good Master or husband he accepted the responsibility of taking care of her... mind and body.

Sara crawled slowly to the refrigerator trying not to bruise her knees on the hard cement. Rising to a kneeling position, she opened the door, removed two bottles and immediately realized she had no idea how to crawl back with both of them. 

"Um... Sir? May I stand and walk these back over to you?" She was very surprised by his negative response.

"No. You have not yet earned that privilege. You may, however, remain in that kneeling position and bring them."

Sara held back a sigh and basically shuffled over the floor, knees sliding forward one after the other. Her breasts, still the canvas of black hashmarks, jiggled with each step and her hands were held waist high with a clear plastic bottle in each one. Upon reaching her Master's feet, she handed him one bottle, knelt back onto her heels and opened the other. 

As the icy cold water filled her mouth and throat, she became aware of how thirsty she was. The crying, accompanied by all the emotional and physical exertion, had taken its toll and now her body was being refreshed as her soul had been earlier while being held in her husband's lap. The bottle emptied quickly so Sara continued to rest on her heels until her husband was ready which wasn't too long in coming.

He stood and picked up the leash that still dangled from her collar.

"Over here, little girl. I want you to see what I built especially for you."

Sara quickly crawled behind him and could feel the hard cement making definite bruises on her kneecaps. Probably no more than thirty seconds had passed and he stopped her with a hand to her forehead and then a finger to lift her chin.

"It's beautiful, don't you think so, pet?" Ken was admiring the cross and its dungeon like attachments.

"Um.. yes, Sir. It's very nice." Sara didn't sound quite as excited by the monstrosity on the wall as had her husband. She kept thinking that she was the one who'd be chained and helpless in those manacles while he'd be free to use her as he wished. It was a scary thought. It was also an exciting one. A part of her looked forward to being able to use it again when it could be for fun instead of punishment. A small smile played about her lips as she imagined the possibilities.

With two fingers slipped inside Sara's collar, Ken urged her to stand and then forced her back against the crossed boards where he firmly secured her starting with her wrists. Each arm was extended over her head and locked into place by hooking a small chain to her leather wrist cuffs. Her legs were similarly secured but with Velcro leather straps. Standing spread-eagled against the wall, Sara knew the true meaning of the word vulnerable for the second time today. She was looking out over the room to a small window on the opposite wall. The sun was still up but had dropped to the horizon. If he didn't finish soon, her husband would have to turn on the garage lights and her naked body would become immediately broadcast to any passersby on the dark street. Her tits and even her cleanly shaven pussy were on display to one and all. Once again, Sara's cheeks reddened from the embarrassment of her situation.

If he noticed, Ken offered no comment. He had instead retrieved a dark gray flogger from the work table and was running its soft bands over his free hand. 

"You used to love the flogger. Do you remember? You'd beg me to slap your ass with it. And now we will use that as the fifth piece of your discipline. You will receive fourteen lashes from the flogger.... one for every hash mark on your gorgeous tits."

With that Ken raised the flogger and brought it down on top of the first hash mark he'd applied. Its lashes spread over the mark and Sara's left tit making her body reacted with a jerk as she reflectively tried to pull away from the pain. She yelped but remembered without being reminded to count and thank him for the hit. Ken was meticulous... hitting each of the lines, one by one, but always watching too, her nipples that jutted out hard and proud throughout the flogging. The lightweight leather rarely left bruises on Sara's skin but Ken was fairly sure the force he'd used each time had served as an effective reminder of her disobedience.

As soon as the flogger had served its purpose, Ken replaced it in his hand with a 30" black leather crop. He also picked up the black permanent marker he'd used when the punishment had first begun. He picked a spot a few inches under her right hip bone and began drawing a small circle.

"Tell me, slave, why are we beginning your audition today with a session of discipline?"

Sara watched him perplexed by the drawing on her leg. "Sir, I am being punished for disrespecting you on facebook."

"Exactly right. The object of all of this is to remind you of how important it is to respect your Master."

With those words, Ken delivered a stinging blow to Sara's leg right on the dark circle he'd just drawn. After hearing the expected response, he brought down two more very intense blows to the same spot. Sara was reeling from the amount of pain she felt from so few strikes of the crop. Still she managed to count and thank her Master for each one. 

"I have chosen this single spot on your body to keep the memory of our work today, Sara. All of the fourteen blows will be delivered to this same circle. And if I do my job well it should leave a significant bruise there."

He took Sara's chin in his hand to force her gaze into his. "Do you believe I can do that, young lady?"

Ken saw real fear in her eyes as she answered in the affirmative.

"Good girl... so do I."

The striking of the crop came in a furious series barely leaving time between each for Sara to count. By the time they were completed, Sara was out of breath as much from the pain as from yelling out each count. She couldn't believe how much it hurt after only fourteen hits with that tiny piece of leather. Normally she loved to have it strike against even her most sensitive spot but this was something she'd rather not repeat ever again.

"Now let's see if I've been successful." Ken's face once again held the look of a cat playing with its prey. "What if I press a little... right here."

His thumb began pressing into the circle which was now dark red within the black outline. His touch was light at first but without warning he forced it deep into her flesh.

Teeth clenched and lips bared, Sara hissed in agony.

"Oh, please stop, Sir! It's good! I swear I can feel it.. please, please stop!"

Tears flowed down Sara's cheeks and her body strained against its bonds. No matter what she did she could not get away from the pain. It made no sense that his one finger could cause such agony but it was happening nonetheless. Then suddenly it was gone and Sara could breathe again.

Ken stepped toward her hanging body and she could feel the heat of him through his clothing as it rubbed against her. His lips brushed her ear as his left hand played with her breast. He whispered.

"For the rest of our little play time, pet, I'm going to use that spot to help you remember why you're here. In a moment, I'm going to give you your final piece of discipline and I'll expect you to use what you learn there every time I do this..."

Again his thumb forced itself deep into that tiny circle of her flesh and again Sara begged for him to stop. Then just as quickly as he'd begun, Ken stopped, stepped back and began releasing his wife from her place on the cross.

Limbs unshackled, Sara was led to the small stool she'd sat on to write her fetlife post but there was something different about it now. Across the top lay a flat piece of sand paper that seemed to be glued to the wood. A small moan escaped her lips as she recognized it and the function it was meant to perform. She heard her husband's small chuckle as he guided her to sit facing the wall only inches in front of her face. She had to open her legs wide to make her body fit without moving the stool backward. Her full weight rested on her bottom due to the awkward position and mixed with the gritty surface of the sand paper it brought immediate stings from the welts and bruises she'd earned earlier. Even with the pain, Sara couldn't help but admire her husband's wicked imagination.

Once Ken had his wife seated correctly upon his specially modified stool, he took a paper off the workbench and taped it to the wall directly in front of Sara's face. His handwriting wasn't much to brag about but the message was easy enough to read and its meaning was unambiguous. 

Ken's fingers wrapped themselves into Sara's hair as he directed her to read the note before her. Her voice was calm and strong. She read his words as if they were a prayer.

"My place is at my Master's feet. I am here because I choose to be and I am forever grateful that he accepts and loves me as I am."

Another breathy whisper found her ear. "Do you believe those words, my pet?"

"Yes, Sir... I believe it with all my heart. And I will always remember it. And I'll always love and respect you for writing it."

"That's my good girl. I want you to memorize the words while you're sitting here for the next fourteen minutes. And then, when you prove that you have, you will be all finished with your punishment and we can move on to a night of much more interesting things." His tongue licked her ear as Ken ended his nearly erotic command.

"Mmm.. yes, Sir. This girl cannot wait." 

Sara's attempt at sultry was only slightly diminished by her constant fidgeting. The sand paper had been a wonderful touch to the punishment stool... as she would refer to it hereafter. Regardless of the discomfort, Sara read and re-read the message practicing often with her eyes closed. When the kitchen timer sounded she was confident she would pass her Master's test.



The Audition Ch. 05



"Here we go, young lady.. it's your final test. Work your way off that stool and come stand in front of me."

Ken watched Sara's butt forward slide over the sand paper as her feet pushed the stool backward a few inches. She grimaced from the stinging sensation and then from the ache in her upper thighs from being immobile in such an odd position for so long. She was still cute, though, as she tried to fix her hair which really was a curly mess while mouthing the words she was told to memorize. Finally she faced him at least as much as a woman a full foot shorter than her mate could face him. Battered and bruised, she stood proudly and he admired such strength of will that could bring her through an ordeal like the one she'd just endured and not desert her. Ken was confident she'd make it through the last piece and not fail. He turned her body one hundred eighty degrees so she faced away from him but pulled her close against his frame. 

"When I say "now" I want you to recite the words. One... two...three.." Simultaneously, Ken voiced the word "now" and dug his thumb into the little black and now blue circle on Sara's leg. He held her tight with his free arm and felt the tremble throughout her body. 

Sara couldn't believe it. She'd been so close to freedom and now the pain was consuming her again. She wanted to scream but there was only one path to take for escape. She sucked breath in to fill her lungs and then with shaking, quick words she said what they both needed to hear.

"My place is at my Master's feet. I am here because I choose to be and I am forever grateful that he accepts and loves me as I am."

It had been fast but it was also right. Ken pulled his hand away from Sara's leg immediately and turned her into a tight hold to his chest. He kissed the top of her head and then each of her tear filled eyes. Finally his mouth locked onto hers and their kiss was full and breathtaking with neither of them wanting to end it.

He pulled away first but only to tell her he loved her and he was so proud of her. The punishment was over and all was forgiven. He would continue to use training to help mold his girl into the best she could be but hurt feelings or anger was never a part of it. They would both sleep peacefully tonight knowing their relationship was one of mutual love, respect and support.

Ken growled into Sara's ear, "Come on, my precious little slut, your Master can't wait anymore. I need to feel my cock deep in your tight little cunt."

Taking her by the hand, Ken led his wife back to the spanking bench and laid her body over it once again. The bench made a perfect platform for mounting its occupant from behind and Ken had been envisioning this moment since he'd set it up two days ago. He wasted no time undressing but merely opened his jeans and slipped them past his hips. A fully erect seven inches emerged ready and more than willing to fill the space between Sara's legs. Grabbing on to her hips, Ken lifted Sara's ass to gain full access to the softer hole which was glistening with her juices already. He positioned his cock at its entrance, held tight to her hips, and dug himself in up to his balls. 

A long, deep moan escaped Sara's lips and she pushed back onto her husband's cock. She loved the feel of him so deep inside of her body. The events of the evening flooded her mind in images like stills in a silent movie and they made her hotter than ever. Beyond the pain and the guilt and the learning, Sara needed the heavy hand of a Master as much as she needed air. Tonight she'd gotten more than she'd had in years and she'd been dripping wet through it all. Tonight she'd seen the power her husband and Master possessed and that power was an aphrodisiac greater than any other could ever become.

The couple pumped in unison, reading each other's movements from years of experience and heightened senses brought on from the night's events. Neither of them cared who might hear them through the walls or who might see them through the window. They only had thoughts of each other and of their own carnal needs. They cried out at the same moment as his cum flooded her orgasming pussy. His cock pressed deep and tight into the continuous flood of contractions surrounding it. 

Finally, both of them exhausted, Ken pulled away from his wife only to lift her from the bench and lay with her on the cold cement flooring of the room. He hugged her naked, sweaty body and kept her over him with her face nestled into the opening of his shirt. Her lips were gently kissing his chest. 

Voice soft and loving, Ken practically cooed at her, "You are beyond doubt the finest, most beautiful, and hottest sex slave this Master could ever hope to have... in one lifetime or in a thousand."

Sara purred liked a contented kitten. "..mmmm.. and you are the finest Master on the planet."

Their mutual admiration was interrupted by the sounds of rumbling coming not from an impending storm but from the more familiar depths of Ken's stomach. Sara giggled at the less than "domly" sound.

"You find my intense hunger amusing, missy?" Ken's mock sternness made her giggle even more but she quickly responded.

"Oh, no, Sir. I would never even think of laughing at one so strong and powerful as you." At that point they both exploded with laughter until Sara attempted to pull up her husband's shirt and plant a wet and tickling raspberry on his stomach.

He stopped her with a quick hold on both her wrists. "No no no, little slave. I think instead you need to go do your duty to your Master and make him a meal fit for the king that he is. And just to be nice I'm going to let you stand and walk to the kitchen instead of crawling. I've got a few things to do in here but I'll be in shortly. Do you think dinner can be ready in an hour?"

"Yes, Sir, it definitely can. And I hope it will please my Master to know he'll be having ribeye steaks with baked potato and cheesecake for dessert."

"It'll do, slave, it'll do." He smiled at his little joke, landed one hard smack of his hand against her red butt and told her to get moving. He watched as she jumped up laughing while also holding her spanked ass and tossing out the occasional "ouch" as she quickly dashed out the door heading for the cover of her kitchen.

Sara wasted no time and was thankful she'd been marinating the steaks all afternoon. With only an hour before serving she tossed the washed potatoes covered with damp paper towels into the microwave for a few minutes while heating the oven. It was his favorite meal and though it always seemed she'd slaved to make it perfect, the preparation was really quite simple. Potatoes went from the microwave to a foil cocoon in the oven. A large bowl of Caesar salad was chilling alongside a nice merlot for the steaks and reisling for dessert. The steaks were sitting in their little baggy of sauces and herbs on the counter warming to room temperature which seemed to produce the best taste. The table was set. And Sara now had nothing to do but wait for another fifteen minutes to cook them. 

Peeking out the window in the kitchen door, she tried to see what her husband was still doing in the garage but was unsuccessful. She wandered if he'd sat down in the recliner to rest and had fallen asleep after his exhaustive activities with her. The thought made her rub her behind feeling the slight rise of belt welts and wincing every so often as she'd make contact with a particularly sensitive area. She also looked down to the black marker on her leg wincing then just at the sight of the dark bruising. Truthfully it had been a grueling punishment. She'd felt pain from her Master's hand like she hadn't felt since they'd first began experimenting with power exchange. She'd actually sobbed on that spanking bench. 

Touching first the slightly puffy area around her eyes and cheeks and then running her fingers through her hair, Sara decided she must look like a wreck. Checking the clock and seeing she had another ten minutes before putting the steaks on she decided to go to the bathroom and put her hair and make-up back in order before dinner. One last glance toward the quiet garage and she headed to the back of the house. 

Ken finished the last sentence of the chapter and closed the book. He was a huge fan of F Scott Fitzgerald and had read the Great Gatsby a hundred times much to the amusement of his wife who considered it to be nonsensical fluff for such an imposing male figure such as himself... her words... not his. Either way he enjoyed the writing style and the images it brought forth though he always believed that if it had been him playing Gatsby then the beautifully conniving Daisy would have spent a time or two over his knee thus giving her a whole new appreciation of who was boss and who was not. And that mental picture turned his mind to another willful girl who'd spent a good deal of time under his hand today. 

After releasing Sara to the house, Ken had gotten his own clothing straightened out, put things back in their proper places, grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down to read thinking his wife might need a few minutes alone after all he'd put her through. Now he saw it had been almost an hour and dinner should be about ready so he tucked Gatsby back in the bookcase, turned off the lights, and went back into the house. Master and husband were a little surprised to find the brightly lit kitchen all set for dinner but absent the loving and obedient slave who was supposed to be standing here naked and waiting to greet him. He could smell the potatoes and saw the uncooked steaks on the counter top. Looking over the bar he saw plates and silverware on the table but also no clue of an ass that had been freshly whipped. His little Daisy had apparently taken flight but this time Gatsby was going to find her and do what came naturally to a true alpha male. He smiled and started his search.