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Angel's Story Ch. 01

By: angelinindy



This story is about two over 18 adults having consensual sex. It is based on a true story, but I changed names and some of the details to make sure no one was recognized. Enjoy. Leave me feedback if you like ~~ Angel

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My name is Angel. Well, not really. It's an alias I use online. I wouldn't like for the people in my staid normal life to realize the naughty things I do and say and think online. I live in a city like any other in the Midwest. Its caught between being a big city and stuck with some of the small town mentality. I guess I always knew I was a little different growing up. I was raised right. I have two siblings, I went to church, and my mother taught me right and wrong. I just always have loved sex. Loved to read about it, think about it, touch myself and dream of it, wish I was doing it, anything. I lost my virginity at fourteen to my first boyfriend. He had kisses that drugged me and hands that made my thighs shake. We had hot sweaty sex everywhere we could. Considering how young we were, it's amazing neither one of us got into trouble. I'm older now, and living alone, and I like to find interesting lovers. This is a bit about one of those encounters. 

A lot of the men I meet I do so online. Not because its hard to find dates in the real world (Well, it is, but because I don't want people I work with and see daily knowing this naughty side of me but also because its easier to be more open online) but because I like the originating anonymous factor. I like a chance to experience that stranger-sex phenomenon a bit before meeting someone to see if we'll click. Of the people I've had sex with I'd say eighty percent were men from some manner of online chatting or messaging or email or bulletin boards. One such man was Glen. I met Glen in an innocuous place, MSN City Chats. He was on there one night and as I was bored, I sent him a whisper, asking how he was, was he single, did he want to talk. He replied back and the tango began. My picture is on my profile there, along with a bit about me, tidbits to fill the "What do you like do what are your hobbies why are you on here" spaces. We decided to keep in touch via Yahoo! And MS messenger. He was tall, about 6'3 and husky, well built. He sent me a pic of him with his head shaved and a smile on his face through his goatee. I was smitten. Have to love a man with shoulders that broad and a well-trimmed goatee. 

I have a web cam and often love to play online with it, teasing the people I talk to. We had plenty of conversations about our favorite sexual positions (Who doesn't love a good rough doggy style?), things we like (a man with a mouth who knows how to use it on my body), and dislike (someone who's rough in the wrong ways during sex, and lies to me). I listened to him cum one night, on the phone, while he watched me finger my pussy and lick the fingers clean. I knew he'd be out my way and so invited him over. The stage was set. This was one cock I knew I wanted badly. 

I'd like to say I'm the type of person who's aggressive from the start, but I'm not. I tend to be shy with new people at first. Even though I know what I want and what's going to happen, I tease a little without even trying. He had brought wine and so we sat on my couch and drank it, our hands touching, our lips drinking, our eyes staring at each other. I leaned forward and he kissed me. My hands slid up to his shaved head and played with it. I could feel his hand on my thigh, slowly sliding upwards. I immediately felt my pussy lips swell and moisten. I was getting excited. I hadn't worn panties that night, knowing they would more than likely be in the way. When he slid his hand up my hip to my waist, I saw his eyes widen as he was kissing me. I could tell he liked that I was going commando. I slid my hand to his package and felt around. His cock was rock hard and throbbing against his khakis. Nice. I started teasing him, grinding my pussy against his knee. He slid his hand over between my legs and felt how wet I was. I don't shave my pussy hair, I keep it trimmed though, and he could feel how matted it was from my grinding on his knee. 

He slowly pushed me backwards on the couch so I was reclining. I felt him push my hem up slowly, baring my legs to his eyes. He looked up over my thighs and slowly tongued the side of me knee. I'm sure I moaned. My hands were on the pillows behind me, my knee was over the edge of the couch and he was sitting between my sprawled thighs. He slid a finger before him, sliding it slowly in and out of my pussy lips, avoiding my clit completely. I was moving my hips, trying to get him to touch it. I could hear me panting softly as I got wetter and more aroused. We were like this for what seemed like forever, him kissing my legs, fingering me, me playing with my breasts and nipples. Finally he hit my clit and I could feel a huge orgasm starting. I knew he could tell. He scooted closer, pushing me up so I was sitting up more. I pulled him close between my legs, feeling his cock strain against his khakis and ground myself against him while his finger worked my clit. I wanted to drench him with my wetness. He bit my neck and pinched my clit and that did it, I came, hard. I wrapped my legs around him and I'm sure my pussy was clamped around his fingers, and I came, panting and moaning and clawing at his shirt. 

When I pulled back he was staring at me, his eyes glittering and a naughty grin on his face. He asked me if I enjoyed it. Hell fucking yes, I enjoyed that. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up, pushing me towards my bedroom. I pulled my dress over my head and stood there naked, helping him unclothe. He had on those sexy boxer briefs and I stood there, stroking his obvious erection. He was about 7" hard, and maybe 2 or 21/2" thick. I could feel him getting damp in them, so I slowly slid them down his legs. As I was bending over, his dick popped out in my face. I licked the tip slowly, teasing him, before sliding the whole head in my mouth like a large Blow-Pop. I sucked on just the head for a few moments before standing up and putting his hands on my tits. I laid back on the bed and he fell between my legs. I let him put his condom on as I laid there, playing with myself. I ordered him to come fuck me silly. Of course he obliged.

He slid his dick in and I could feel the head push slowly through my entrance. I love that feeling of being filled up. Very few men take the time when they first enter to you to let you appreciate that. I loved that first feeling. I wrapped my short legs around his hips and dug my nails in. I had my mouth on his ear, and was begging him to give me the cock deep. I could feel his hips thrusting as he moved inside me. I loved it.

That night Glen made me cum four or five times and I think we did it every which way but loose. I got fucked doggy style for a few of those orgasms. His thick cock slid inside me very well that way. He finally came with me on my side, my leg over his shoulder. I let him pull the condom off and shoot it all over my tits and stomach. I liked feeling his hot cum slide around on me. 

I never talked to him again after that night, but I know I won't forget our fun.

Angel's Story Ch. 01



Angel sat terrified. The plane had landed, God only knew where, and the two men who had abducted her had left some time ago.

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New in town, Angel had decided to go out and see what this place had to offer as far as night fun. She was 5' 6", long black hair, hazel eyes, full lips and size C breasts. "All the right curves in all the right places," her ex-boyfriend used to say. 

She wasn't an athlete, but did enjoy to workout and keep her body in shape. In fact, the truth be known, she was a tease. She knew that her body enticed men and she enjoyed getting them excited and then backing away until they begged for her; most of the time she just ignored their pleas anyway.

He was quite good-looking and Angel noticed him right away when she entered the crowded bar. In fact, he was the type that she was usually drawn to. He was sitting on a stool nursing a beer and gazing out over the crowd of people dancing and socializing. He had looked her way briefly, but turned away and ignored her. 

Angel sauntered over and asked, "Is this stool free or are you waiting for someone?"

He gave her a long look up-and-down and a half-smile creased his lips. "I guess it's been waiting for you," he said. 

Looks promising, she thought. She spent about half and hour chatting; trying to get a feel what this guy was about. He asked about where she was from and how did she like the town since she had volunteered being new here. 

He told her that this wasn't really his scene. He came in for a beer while waiting for a little jazz place to open that he frequented. 

"Jazz! I just love jazz. Where is it?" she breathed all excited especially now that she finally found a common interest they could share.

He looked at his watch and commented that it was about 3 blocks from here. "Would you care to go? It only takes a few minutes to walk there." 

Her eyes lit up and she hopped off the stool. "Yeah, let's go!" 

The night was warm, but there was a breeze. He turned right as soon as they exited the door and started walking. Angel had to quickly dash to catch up to him. She kept trying to chat along the way, but he seemed the quiet type and definitely not very talkative. It finally dawned on her about two blocks from the bar that it seemed pretty quiet and no people were around. 

She stopped and turned to him, "Hey, exactly where is this place anyway?"

"It's down one more block and around the corner," he said as he turned and started walking again. 

She'd taken no more than a few more steps when the side door of the parked delivery van opened up and someone grabbed her and yanked her inside. A cloth was quickly placed over her nose and mouth.

*****

Angel could hear the humming of an engine as she slowing regained consciousness. She moaned slightly and tried to bring her hand up to her head to remove the hood that was covering her head. 

To her horror, she discovered that her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles had also been tied together also. She could feel cool air on her body and knew that she also didn't have any clothes on.

"Hey, what's going on here? Let me go!" she demanded. 

"Told ya she talks too much," a familiar voice said.

Angel could make out the voice as the guy from the bar. "Why are you doing this to me?!" she screamed. 

"Listen here, you little cunt," came a second harsher voice, "if you don't shut the hell up, I'll gag your mouth for the whole trip and that means no water either. Now sit there and be quiet!" 

So she was quiet, not knowing how long this trip was and she was definitely thirsty. 

*****

Angel didn't know how long she had sat in the plane when the door finally opened.

"We've made contact and now it's time to get rid of you little cunt," said the second man she had heard earlier.

She could feel her ankles released from their bindings and tried to kick out only to hear the second man's harsh laugh. 

"Want to give us trouble, do you?" he was still laughing as he slid her out and forced her to stand. 

It took her couple of minutes to get the feeling back in her legs. 

"I'll teach you who's boss here you whore ... you filthy cunt … you cock sucking slut!" 

The men grabbed an arm each. Her hands were quickly retied in front. She felt another harsh rope being attached to her wrists. 

The hood was pulled off her head and her eyes started to tear in the bright sun. Angel finally got a good look at the man with the second voice. He was medium height and build with cold ice blue eyes. He tossed the rope over the wing into the hands of the guy from the bar. 

Bar Guy yanked it hard over the wing bringing her arms over her head and her shoulders banged into the wing. Her back was arched just enough to cause her breasts to thrust forward. She was balancing on her toes staring hard at the guy in front of her. Ice Eyes stepped forward quickly and backhanded her across the mouth. No one had ever hit her before and she started to cry. 

The voice behind her said, "You'll cost us our bonus if she's damaged."

"Ok, I'll just teach her without leaving too many marks," the guy with the ice eyes said. 

He reached out a grabbed her breasts which made her suck in air. Her breasts and nipples had always been extremely sensitive. He started to gently squeeze and tug at her nipples. 

"You really liked that, don't you? You're nothing but a cock tease, aren't you?" 

Angel's eyes widened and he laughed even more viciously. 

"Oh yes, we know exactly who and what you are," and he squeezed her nipples and pulled hard which caused her to produce her first blood curdling scream in her life. 

She thought he was going to rip them off when he finally let them go. She was sobbing and gulping air. 

He looked up at the guy in back, "Tighter" was all he said.

"Cunt!" he yelled as his hand came down hard and hit her left breast and nipple. 

"Oh God! Please stop, please, I'll behave." Angel begged and cried in earnest. 

"Fucking Whore!" and again his hand came down and hit her right breast and nipple. 

He looked back at the other man, "Tie the rope off." 

After Bar Guy tied the rope off, he ducked under the wing and smiled at Angel's reddened breasts. Her nipples were hard and sticking out like two little cocks. Just her screams had started him getting excited and his cock was straining for release.

He turned to Ice Eyes, "Ya know we can't damage her. Mistress Marna warned us last time we were here." 

Mistress Marna owned this island. She had been extremely upset the last time when they used the girl for their own pleasure and had told them that there would be consequences if they delivered damaged goods again.

Ice Eyes looked thoughtful for a moment, "Well, we can always clean her up before they get here."

Bar Guy started to remove his clothes releasing his restrained cock and started to stroke it as he was thinking. 

"Good idea," said Ice Eyes and he proceeded to also remove his clothes as well. 

"It'll be another hour or so before they come to get her and we'll still get paid regardless," said Ice Eyes laughing cruelly as he was looking at her. "That Mistress Bitch will never know the difference."

When Angel heard the word ‘island', she realized now that she could smell salt air. There were palm trees and large ferns along the edge of the landing strip. Bar Guy came over and released the rope. She turned and could see the ocean in the distance. Apparently her plane ride had been quite long and she had only awakened during the last hour of the trip. But why was this happening to her, how did they know who she was and what she was like. Questions were spinning through head as she was being walked and pulled over to the palm trees. They went into the trees a little ways. 

"These two will do just fine," said Ice Eyes. 

They each grabbed an arm. The single rope was taken off her hands and replaced with only one on each hand. Ice Eyes had brought a large coil of rope with him. It wasn't long before Angel was stretched between the two palms and again forced to stand on tip toe. 

"Oh, poor door, is that uncomfortable?" Ice Eyes sarcastically said. 

He reached down and rubbed her flat stomach and slid his fingers down to the top of her mound. Once again, Angel sucked air and tried to squirm back when his finger slipped between her lips finding her clit. 

He started to laugh again, "A ripe little slut isn't she, but we'll have to do something about this," and he pointed at her legs. 

Bar Guy just laughed again and went to the coil of rope. It didn't take too long and Angel's legs had been spread apart like her arms between both trees.

"Now that the work is over, let me finish what I had started," laughed Ice Eyes. 

He looked around and went to the coil of rope. He cut off a length and Bar Guy just laughed and started stroking his hard cock anticipating what was going to happen. Ice Eyes had coiled the rope around his hand and walked over to Angel. 

"You should have been nicer," he said as he pushed hard and rubbed the rough rope over and down her right breast and nipple. 

Again she screamed from the rope burn. They could feel their excitement grow with each scream causing their cocks to become even harder. Ice Eyes waited for her to almost calm down before bringing the rope down her left breast and nipple. 

Another scream; another surge. 

"Let me before you whip her," said Bar Guy. 

"How about one on each," said Ice Eyes. 

They had both worked together for so long that they knew what each other liked. They stood in front of Angel sporting their hard cocks. Bar Guy's cock was a good 5 inches round and at least 9 inches long. Ice Eye's was just as wide, but 10 inches in length. She knew they would rip her apart. 

Each man grabbed a nipple and yanked hard to hear Angel scream again. Then slowly, they began to swirl their tongues over her hard abused nipples. 

She was still gulping air still when she realized that they were no longer torturing her nipples and she could feel the first stirring tingle of sexual sensation in her cunt. They were slowly and gently sucking on her nipples.

She closed her eyes and started to breathe just a little harder. She couldn't believe that she was getting excited.

The men both eyed each other and then started to increase suction. Sucking hard and pulling a little; Angel was soon starting to peak to an orgasm. She was panting hard, moaning and trying to push into their mouths. She was going the cum; could fill it building. 

Both men smiled. They had worked together before to use women for their own lustful pleasure. Just as she was just about to cum, they both turned their heads sideways putting her nipples on their molars and bit down hard shaking their heads back and forth and pulling her tits out for all it was worth. 

Again a blood curdling scream emanated from Angel. Crying and begging, "Oh, please, please, don't hurt me anymore. Please, I'm begging you. I'll do anything, anything at all….just don't hurt me again." Angel sobbed; her head down and her chest heaving from her agony.

Ice Eyes reach up and gently stroked the hair away from the side of Angel's face. "But little cunt, that wouldn't be any fun!" he laughed. "After you're delivered, you'll never see us again. Maybe, just maybe, if you hadn't been such a cock tease …" and he left it like that.

Angel didn't understand. "W-what do you mean?" she dared to ask. 

Bar Guy grabbed her nipples and viciously twisted them again. "Don't act all innocent Bitch! You know exactly what we mean!" 

She screamed so long that she thought she was going to blackout.

"That does it!" Bar Guy said. "Fuck the bonus!" 

Ice Eyes just laughed and said, "I'd figure that would do it … front or back?" 

"Doesn't matter, you ready?" replied Bar Guy.

Ice Eyes maneuvered around back of Angel. She was still crying and begging when Bar Guy just stepped forward and savagely plunged his cock into her cunt all the way eliciting yet another scream. 

Angel felt like she was being ripped in two. Pain enveloped her entire body. She couldn't imagine anything worse. Bar guy slowly removed his cocked when Ice Eyes shoved his cock up her ass to the hilt. Angel blacked out.

"Oh no you don't Whore!" said Bar Guy as he was waving a capsule of smelling salt under her nose and slapping her face. 

Angel came around and blankly stared at him. 

"That's better, wouldn't be any fun it you don't feel it," he laughed. 

Angel could still feel the cock up her ass. She felt like she was impaled on a pole and her ass was throbbing and on fire. Ice Eyes laughed and slowly withdrew to where just the head of his cock was inside. He plunged in again and once again she screamed. 

"Oh yeah little cunt, scream," he said as once again he withdrew and plunged. 

Bar Guy braced himself and nodded at Ice Eyes. Ice Eyes plunged yet again and waited. Bar guy shoved his cock up her cunt and Angel screamed and blacked out again. He waved the capsule under her nose and brought her around once again. 

"Back again, little cock tease," laughed Bar Guy. "We're not going to let you ever forget this ride Bitch!"

Angel could feel Ice Eye's cock slowly withdrawing for another plunge. As he rammed his cock home, Bar Guy withdrew and plunged his into her tight cunt. They kept ravaging her holes one after the other. 

At some point she stopped screaming and began to feel something else … a warming, tingling. She was actually being sexually stimulated by their brutal pounding of her ass and cunt. She wanted to deny it, tried to ignore it, but soon gave into the sensation of having both her holes filled at once.

Ice Eyes and Bar Guy starting laughing when they realized that she had succumbed and was enjoying the ride. They were getting close, but needed just an additional edge to bring them over. Each grabbed a nipple. They had done this so much it was like they were twins. The twisting and pulling of her nipples tore Angel away from her own sexual desire and she screamed once again bringing the men over the edge. Each cock started pumping load after load of hot cum into her holes. 

Breathing hard and leaning on Angel like a support post, each man pulled out of Angel watching the cum drip down her thighs and out her ass. They just stood there looking and started laughing at the sight. 

"Please," said Angel softly. 

"Please what!" said Ice Eyes as he walked around to the front of her. 

She looked pleadingly into his eyes. "Please make me cum," said Angel. 

"What's wrong cock tease? Different when it's done to you isn't it? Well, you little cocking sucking whore! We're paid to deliver you, not to make you cum!" Ice Eyes laughed again.

Bar Guy and Ice Eyes turned to head back to the plane. Angel hung helpless suspended between the palms with cum running down her legs and tears down her face. Both men soon returned fully clothed carrying some bottles of drinking water. 

Bar Guy pulled the squirt top open. "Open your mouth Bitch if you want some water." 

Angel did as she was told. After she had drunk about half the bottle, both men started to rinse her off. The ice water must have been in a cooler in the plane. 

After her body was rinsed, Bar Guy started squirting the water over her breasts and rubbing them with his fingertips. It felt wonderful after what had been done to them, but the cold water was turning her sore nipples hard. They were throbbing and insistent; they needed attention. 

He just started laughing under his breath as she tried to push into his hand. He kept his hands at a light touch slowly massaging her breasts. Dripping the water down and swirling his fingertips over her nipples; one then the other. Lightly stroking them like small cocks. 

"Oh God! Oh God!" mewed Angel. "Please, please, I'm begging you! Make me cum!" 

Bar Guy stopped, looked hard at her and started laughing. "Go fuck yourself cock tease!" and walked back to the plane. 



Angel's Story Ch. 02



Ahh the continuing saga of Angel’s stories. Yes, it is I, Angel, dear readers, back to tell another fabulous tale. Which one this time? Also, I thank whoever of you took the time to respond to my last story. I love feedback, feel free to send me more. As with all my stories, these are mostly true, with names changed to protect the guilty. All parties involved are over 18 and consenting adults. Do not read if explicit sex acts described offend you or if you are not 18.

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As I mentioned before, I work in the kind of field that doesn’t take lightly to people having an open mind towards sex. I enjoy sex. I find it relaxing, exhilarating and downright mind blowing if done right. I don’t believe that the narrow minded dictates of a patriarchal society should dictate how I enjoy and lead my life. I have a web cam, I chat on Yahoo (Ooo wouldn’t you like to know the ID heehee), Msn, and a few other naughty places, but I don’t necessarily do it just to meet men to have sex with. I like talking to other people. I have found that it takes more than “Hey baby I lick pussy good” to get me going nowadays. I like a man who can talk to me, turn me on with his words first, and then tell me more about his sexual prowess. 

I started talking to James several months after my last major relationship. He was tall, (6’9!!) and broad shouldered, something I love in a man. He also wasn’t sure where he was going and had just gotten out of a relationship with someone he really had been hurt by. I wasn’t looking for anything too serious, just some fun and entertainment, maybe some dating. We had children the same age, so I figured at least my son would have a potential playmate too. God was I in for a big surprise. 

We had gone out a few times for dinner and what not when I picked him up for shopping the weekend before Christmas. His son was with his ex wife, mine was with his aunt, and we were going to Shop Till We Dropped. At this point, I still just considered us friends. We’d kissed once, but never had he said one thing about being really interested in me. We were out shopping and I noticed that he kept staring at my breasts. At first I thought I was imagining things, but it happened over and over. As I have mentioned before, I’m rather well endowed in that area. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not a size two with 38F tits, but more a real sized woman, plus sized, with large full breasts and thick milky thighs. I finally decided to corner him on it. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked innocently. 

“What? What do you mean?” I saw him look away quickly. 

”You’re staring at my tits! Geez, why don’t you cop a feel if it is that big a deal,” I laughed when I said this, thinking he wouldn’t. Well, I was mistaken. He leaned over quickly and copped a feel. I was shocked. I just stared at him. Mind you, I was still driving my car! 

“Um, excuse me” I said, and moved his hand. He sort of laughed.

“You offered!” He tried to pull that innocent look with me. It wasn’t working. 

“I was KIDDING!” I exclaimed. 

He sighed. 

“What?” I asked.


”I’m just horny, it’s been a while for me” he complained. I certainly knew how that felt! But then, before I knew what to expect, he took my hand and slid it up his thigh to his crotch. I guess I DIDN’T know how that felt!

Now, I’ve been around the block a few times, had my fair share of sex and men, but this guy’s bulge was huge. I know you read on here, or in other stories, “My man had a dick 10” long and 9” thick” and you all laugh. No one has a penis like that. Well, let me tell you: I met the whitest man I know and his dick is HUGE. I love what this man can do to me. I never got out the measuring line, but I know he’s as thick as a soda can and about 8” long. I always preferred thicker over longer and this guy did it for me. 

I just kept feeling around, shocked, waiting to figure out that this wasn’t his real penis, but it was bent or stuffed up or something. Finally he just undid his pants and pulled it out. I’m driving down 465 with a huge monster cock in my hand thinking, “God Bless America, I need this inside me”. I teased him, stroking it, and realized my hands couldn’t fit around him. He just leaned back in the chair and groaned as I touched him. The noises made my pussy wet. Finally, he lifted my hand off and readjusted his pants.

“Stop that, you’re going to make me cum!” he said. I know I had these evil little thoughts running through my head of ‘Hmm, I wouldn’t mind seeing that!’

Somehow we made it back to my house before we tore each other’s clothes off. I remember feeling these big broad hands touching me, pulling my sweater off and unhooking my bra. He worked with his hands, a welder he told me, and I felt them sliding around on me, touching me, his calluses rough and thick, and I got wet. I loved touching him, running my hands down his legs, over his ass, feeling that huge cock as we were undressing. He laid me down on the bed and kissed me, his hands, those thick fingers sliding down my tummy and between my legs. My pussy was soaked. He knew just where to touch me, how to rub my clit and make me squirm. Somehow, we ended up naked, falling back on my bed amidst the covers. 

His big thick welders hands spread my thighs so he could look at me while I slid my hand down to play with myself. He laid there on his side, his hand idly stroking that massive cock and watched me lick my middle finger then slide it down to my clit. I’m trimmed but still very natural and so I pushed through the wet pussy hair and found my clit. He leaned in, his mouth sucking softly on my nipple, his eyes glued to my face as I moaned and moved slowly, rotating my hips. He flicked my clit and then kissed down my tummy. I knew where he was heading and spread my legs to give him better access. His licked slowly over my clit, sliding that big thumb in and out of my pussy like he was fucking me. I groaned and could feel myself start to cum. He licked harder, grinding his tongue on my clit till I just started bucking against his face and pulling on him. 

“Now, now, now,” I just kept panting. He reached between his legs and guided that massive dick towards me. He nudged the head inside and then rotated slowly, giving me a chance to get used to his size. I could feel myself stretch to accommodate him. 

He leaned in and kissed me, his hips pounding a rhythm on my body. I dug my nails in and licked and nibbled on his neck, whispering in his ear. “Oh God yes, fuck me baby, give me that cock!” He obliged. Suddenly he pulled out. I remember looking up and he was panting and smiling at me. 


”Flip over,” he ordered. 

Ooo, I love doggy style. He pulled me up on my knees and bit my ass cheek. Spreading my legs wider, he rammed inside and started thrusting into me over and over. I could feel another orgasm building and I just let it ride over me. The man made me cum in ways I hadn’t dreamt about it. When things started to slow down, he pulled out of me, unsure where I wanted him to cum. 

“Wait,” I said, “I have an idea”. I pushed him on his back and laid down between his legs, putting my face next to his cock. Immediately he stiffed. He started playing with my hair, rubbing his dick on it, on my cheek, and smiling down at me. I locked my eyes with his as I slowly opened my mouth and started to try and suck his massive dick. I know I couldn’t get much more than the head in, but I made sure to lick and suck all my cum off of him. I let him watch as I took my tongue and used it on him like he was an ice cream cone. His hands tightened in my hair as he got closer and closer. I grabbed his dick with both hands, he grabbed my hair and held on tight, and I sucked as hard as I could, bobbing up and down, licking all over him and he suddenly came in my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could and kept licking. He was bucking and groaning, his hands tangled in my hair, just incoherent with his orgasm. 

Finally, he started to soften and I could fit all of him in my mouth. I finished cleaning him off while he twitched and brushed my hair. When I was done, he pulled me up to his face and kissed me. 

“Thank you baby,” he said. 

“Mmm.. thank you,” I replied. We pulled the blankets around us and rested for a few hours.



Angel's Story Ch. 02



Angel hung helpless between the two palms. Her shoulders ached from the inadequate suspension of her body. Her cunt and ass still felt as if they were on fire after her abductors had used her for their own lustful pleasures.

*****

The islanders referred to her simply as "Mistress;" nothing more. She was always talked about in hushed whispers if anyone dared to talk of her at all. As far as they knew, her family had owned this island for generations. The locals were allowed to live there in relative peace and quiet as long as they obeyed her explicitly and never, ever contacted the outside world. 

Mistress Marna was not demanding and very rarely contacted the locals. She provided certain "comforts" when they were requested, but rarely left the estate. The arrangement was satisfactory to both sides.

Since the last "delivery" and the damage which incurred, Mistress Marna had an extensive surveillance system installed around the island and estate. She stared at the monitor and zoomed in the hidden camera on the two men from the plane. The scenario taking place angered her the more she watched. Of course she was recording the entire transgression.

"Lance, come in here," she spoke into the intercom.

A few moments later a tall muscular man entered the room wearing only a rubber penis prison locked with a small padlock. He was five foot nine inches tall with sandy brown hair, blue eyes and skin that showed a beautiful tan.

"Yes, Mistress Marna." He started to knell, but she waved him over to the monitor. He observed with her as the abuse started. When the woman started screaming in earnest, he fought to control his excitement. Mistress Marna knew that screaming turned him on and he was struggling to control himself.

"Take Drew and prepare the tranquilizer guns. Put on your loincloths and meet me at the jeep in ten minutes," she briskly spoke. "Tell Andrew to prepare three cells and have them ready before we return and inform the doctor to stand by."

Her dark mood spoke volumes and Lance felt his excitement fade as he said, "Yes Mistress Marna." He left quickly to do as she commanded.

Marna left the monitor room and walked to her own room. She never wore clothes feeling they were always too confining and damaging to the skin. She donned her gauzy see through flowing robe and grabbed the metal briefcase of cash. The element of surprise would enable her to catch her prey.

*****

Marna had always been known as extremely beautiful. Her well formed body elicited the term "goddess" from those of the Inner Circle. She was five foot eight inches tall, auburn hair with some golden highlights, body bronzed by the sun, and green eyes that seemed to dwell into your soul.

The Inner Circle was an organization that recruited slaves to be trained for a Master or Mistress. Slaves signed contracts and were paid for their "services" depending on what their owners wanted to use them for. The Inner Circle had contacted Mistress Marna with a proposition to train a new slave owned by Master Ted. 

They knew she didn't need the money, but suspicions about this Master had been surfacing lately and they needed her help in discovering the truth. She agreed and in exchange they installed a new surveillance system.

*****

The two men were sitting under the wing of the plane in the shade. They looked up when they heard the jeep approaching down the runway. When it stopped five feet from them, Marna stepped out with the briefcase in her hand. The sight of her and the fact that she might as well had been naked made the two men gawk like teenage boys. 

They had never seen her before. She usually conducted their business via the two men that had accompanied her. The men hadn't moved from the jeep, but she was standing in front and placed the briefcase down on the hood.

She popped the two latches, turned and smiled, "I thought I'd bring the money myself today boys." 

She stepped away from the unlatched case. The men got up and approached the jeep ... the last thing they felt was the tranquilizer darts hitting their chests.

"Lance. First cut her down and then tranquilizer her for the return trip. She's experienced enough for one day."

"Yes, Mistress Marna," and with that he set off at a fast jog.

"Drew. Load this garbage into the back of the jeep," said Marna as she looked down on the crumpled bodies of the two men.

"Yes, Mistress Marna," said Drew as he started dragging one of the men to the back of the jeep.

Marna smiled at Drew as she stepped forward to lock and retrieve the briefcase off the hood of the jeep.

Drew was five feet six inches tall; small and wiry. His pale skin tended to sunburn easily so she preferred him to stay inside most of the time. His red hair flamed as much as his desires and his hazel eyes always seemed to be laughing.

He was completely dedicated to Marna in every way possible. There wasn't any task he didn't do with enthusiasm simply because she commanded him. The simple joy he felt to obey her every wish was expressed in his features.

Drew was finishing putting the second man in back when Lance had arrived carrying Angel.

"You'll have to hold her in your lap for the ride," said Mistress Marna.

Lance eased himself into the seat and cuddled Angel on his lap with her head held against his shoulder. Marna slipped into her seat and Drew set off for the estate.

*****

Angel woke feeling dizzy. At first she thought she had had a nightmare, but when she sat up she realized that she was in a small room. There was a bed, sink, toilet and a stand with a pitcher of water and glass. She was still completely naked.

Fear overtook her as she remembered how the two men had assaulted her. She also remembered with shame of how she had begged them to make her cum.

"I see you are awake," said a woman's voice from a metal speaker set into the wall. "I'll be by shortly with some food."

Angel didn't know how long she had sat there when the door finally opened. The lights went from dim to bright. A naked woman stood in the doorway and looked at her with a reassuring smile.

"My name is Mistress Marna and you will address me as such during your stay here."

She stepped back and a man with sandy brown hair came in with a card table and set it up. Her mouth dropped open and she stared at him. She had never seen a man walk around naked before except for this rubber thing he had over his penis. And his pubic area was shaved!

"This is Lance. He is one of my slaves. He will not speak to you or acknowledge you unless I direct it," said Marna as she observed the new slaves reaction.

Lance left and came back almost instantly and set down a tray of food. He left and brought in two chairs; one he sat at the table and one in the doorway. He then went over to the wall and knelt on the floor by the door facing Angel. Mistress Marna sat down in the chair in the doorway.

"I expect you to eat at the table; not on your bed," stated Mistress Marna. "I also expect you to wash up before you eat." She nodded toward the sink.

Angel stood up and swayed for a moment and then walked to the sink. She washed her face and hands and dried them on the provided towel. She felt self-conscious about being naked and blushed.

"We do not wear clothes here. It is something you will get use to," said Marna.

Angel looked up at Mistress Marna, "I would like to ask a question."

Marna's anger could be sensed as she glared at Angel. Angel didn't miss the fact that Lance blanched and his eyes got wide. "I-I mean Mistress Marna, may I ask a question?"

"That's better. Since you're new I will overlook that transgression for this one time," stated Marna coldly as she glared at the new slave. "You will find that any further transgressions will be dealt with harshly and swiftly."

"Slaves do not look at their Masters unless they are asked to. You know there should be no eye contact. I expect you to follow the rules."

Angel quickly looked down at the tray of food very confused. "B-but Mistress Marna, I don't know anything about what you're talking about. I was kidnapped and brought here!"

"You were what?!" Mistress Marna exclaimed. She stood up quickly knocking over her chair with a loud bang.

Angel still had her head down and Marna could tell by the way her shoulders were heaving that she was crying. She went over to the new slave and pushed back her black hair; raising her chin to look into her eyes.

As if comforting a child, Mistress Marna bent down and kissed her forehead. "There, there, no more tears. Let me look into what you've said and I'll inform you on the results."

Angel started sniffling back her tears and used her napkin to dry her face.

"Lance."

"Yes, Mistress Marna."

"Retrieve my chair and I will sit with her while she eats."

"Yes, Mistress Marna."

"I want you to go up and draw a bath. Come back in 15 minutes and we'll be ready."

"Yes, Mistress Marna." Lance got up, retrieved the chair and set it opposite Angel's. He then left the room and closed the door.

Angel lifted of plate cover. It was some kind of grilled fish, peas and some other vegetable she didn't recognize. When she smelled the food, she realized how ravenous she was and wasn't too sure about how long she'd been without food. 

"Well, that's better. You eat and I'll try to explain what I do know," stated Marna as she looked over at Angel.

"First of all, you were examined by a doctor after your ordeal with those two clods that brought you here. Nothing torn and physically you're fine."

Angel stopped eating and looked down at her plate. "Why ... why did they do that to me? Do you know?"

"As a matter a fact, I do. Being a Mistress I comprehend more about the desires of men than most men do themselves. Ahh, I see be your face that you are confused. What exactly confuses you the most?"

Angel didn't know where to begin. "I guess all of it ... I mean, I know what a slave is, but I don't think you mean it the same way that I mean it. I guess that's confusing too ... I just don't understand any of this!!!"

"Now, now," said Marna. "Don't get all upset again, it'll make your stomach upset and you do need to eat.

Angel nodded her head up and down and started to finish her food.

"I can tell that we should take small steps here ... a little at a time. I am going to look into what you've told me and how we proceed will stem from what I find out." Angel finished her meal. Marna stood and opened the cell's door.

"Come with me," and she stepped out and over to a panel on the wall. 

"Drew."

"Yes, Mistress Marna," came from the speaker.

"I require your assistance and Lance, stay in the bath."

"Yes, Mistress Marna," came simultaneously from the speaker.

Angel observed Mistress Marna as she placed her commands at the intercom. She was regal like a queen giving an order to a commoner. One thing was perfectly clear; she expected to be obeyed.

The door opened at the end of the corridor and another man walked through. Angel had the decency not to stare this time. Dressed, or I should say not dressed, similar to Lance, this red haired man walked up and knelt down at Mistress Marna's feet.

Marna looked down at the man at her feet and smiled, "She might need some assistance getting to the bath Drew. I suspect that the tranquilizer might make her too weak to navigate the stairs safely."

"Yes, Mistress Marna." Drew stood and offered Angel his arm.

Angel gladly took it since her legs did in fact feel weak.

Angel did need Drew's help to climb the staircase. Upon entering the bathroom, Angel was overwhelmed by what she saw. It was beyond huge or enormous ... those words being too small to convey the decadence of "the bath." 

She had never seen a bath house before, but Angel imagined that this was as similar to it. The bathtub was like a small pool, all tiled and three feet deep. She could see the steam rising through the huge layer of bubbles.

Drew walked her into the bath where Lance was already standing.

Mistress Marna briefly looked over everything. "Drew and Lance will bathe you including your hair. Is that understood?"

Angel nodded her head, "Yes, Mistress Marna," and eased herself into the water.

As far as she could remember, she hadn't been "bathed" since she was a toddler.

"I will go make inquiries. You will remain with her until I return. Take her to the spare room if you finish before I do," instructed Mistress Marna and then she left.

"Yes, Mistress Marna," they both replied in unison.

Drew and Lance stood in the water waiting. Angel was unsure of what she was supposed to do or what they were waiting for. Angel laid back and ducked under the water. When she surfaced, she tried to stand. She started swaying again and Drew came over and helped her up.

Lance took two huge sponges and bent over dipping them into the tub. He proceeded to walk over to a depression she hadn't noticed earlier and rolled them around in it and brought them back. He handed one to Drew.

Drew turned her around facing him. Lance moved her hair aside on her back and started to circle the sponge over her shoulders and back. The foaming soap gave off a distinct perfumed fragrance that she didn't recognize.

Drew worked in almost identical circles starting at her neck and down her chest. He was very careful around her bruised breasts, but kept working down. Angel closed her eyes and smiled as the sponges caressed her body.

Lance had finished her back and started down her arms. She had never had such luxury in her life. By the time Drew started on her stomach, Lance started on her ass. The combined circling of the sponges was having a stimulating effect on Angel. Without even thinking, she spread her legs apart.

Drew carefully sponged her cunt and then proceeded down her legs. When he finished, he stood up and took her arm and elbow to guide her into a sitting position. Lance had already knelt behind her and she was leaned back onto his thighs.

Lance gently massaged her hair with shampoo, but she still couldn't identify the fragrance. It carried the same perfume as did the water and soap they had used.

Drew went over and swiveled what appeared to be a flattened pipe into the bath. Without even moving, water started flowing into the tub like a waterfall. Lance helped her to stand and walked her over to rinse off. It was just slightly cooler than the bath and it invigorated her.

They both walked her out of the tub and started drying her off with large thick towels. She felt like she had fallen into a cotton bin; they were so very thick and soft.

*****

The spare room was also enormous. A huge queen sized poster bed occupied a wall facing sliding glass doors that led to a balcony overlooking what appeared to be a pool. Lance brought over a velvet cushioned bench and she sat down. He proceeded to towel dry and then comb out her hair.

Mistress Marna appeared in the doorway holding some legal sized papers in her hands.

Lance and Drew immediately went over and knelt down at her feet.

"You may stand," a smile of delight playing on her lips. "You both shall be offered a reward this evening. I am pleased."

Drew and Lance both stood with their hands behind their backs, feet apart and heads down.

Mistress Marna laid the papers on a near by table. She walked over to Lance first. Her hand caressed his shoulder and lightly stroked down to his nipple.

"Kiss me," she breathed and he bent down and gave her a deep sensuous probing kiss. Her hand continued down until it rested at the top of his cock.

Angel couldn't believe what she was witnessing. She was trying to grasp how this woman had complete control over these "slaves."

Mistress Marna gave Lance's cock a gentle squeeze. "Go bring me the key," she directed.

Lance panted, "Yes, Mistress Marna," and walked quickly from the room.

Mistress Marna walked over to Drew and repeated the same commands in the same manner as she had on Lance. She was just a bit taller than Drew and she bent down to for his deep sensuous kiss. She was still kissing Drew when Lance returned.

Angel was even more confused when Lance smiled at their embrace. She expected him to be angry, jealous ... something other than happy.

Lance held out a key in the palm of his hand. Mistress Marna, with her hand still on Drew's cock, took the key. It fit the little padlocks on each of their penis prison's which she unlocked and removed.

"Each of you may free your penis until I direct otherwise. Go now; you have other duties to attend to."

"Yes, Mistress Marna," they both said and then left.

"Well," Marna started. "Is your name Angel Nelson and is your father Harry Nelson?"

"Yes, Mistress Marna" Angel replied.

"I had your contract FAXed to me." Marna walked the papers over to Angel. "Is this your signature and your father's signature?"

Angel looked down at the signatures. "That's my father's, but this isn't mine."

"From what I've found out so far, your father was in trouble financially and has sold you," Marna said as she sat on the bed.

Angel's mouth dropped open and she felt numb. Why would her father do that to her? What right did he have?

Marna eyes never left Angel's face, "And do you know a man named Ted Baxter?"

Angel felt like her world was slipping out from underneath her. "Y-yes. Teddy. I dated him a couple of times, but couldn't stand him so I dropped him."

"He's your Master and he arranged for you to be here for training."

Angel just kept shaking her head "No" while tears streamed down her face.

Marna got off the bed and sat on the bench next to Angel. She put her arm around her to try to offer some comfort. "If it helps any, I've contacted someone concerning you."

Marna lifted Angel's head and looked into her eyes. "We have two good options and one not. We can do your training and give over to him. I can buy your contract and you will be indebted to me. The second allowing certain individuals the satisfaction of dealing with Ted Baxter as they see fit."

"And the third option," Angel asked in a scared voice.

"You can be terminated. It is not something I wish for, but I would have to abide by the "Company's" policy. I would prefer one of the first two options."

"Who's the "Company," asked Angel.

Marna's eyes grew stern, "I am referring to this organization as the "Company" as that not being their real name. I do not wish you to be burdened with knowledge that can be lethal to you." 

Angel nodded her head to signify that she understood. "H-how long is this contract?"

Marna sighed, "It's ten years. Your price was one million dollars."

"Will I be free to go after I work my contract off? ... or will I be terminated then?" Angel asked already sinking into a depression.

"If you are my slave, you would be given the option of freedom or staying. But I must tell you that I've only had one female slave before. She didn't work out as she kept trying to entice my male slaves to have sex with her." Marna rose and walked over to the sliding glass doors.

"I do not like what has transpired here, but I can't afford to lose my balance of power with the "Company" either." Marna stared at the copy of the contract she held.

"If I take you on, do you wish to be a sex slave or would you be willing to be a household domestic servant?" Marna looked intently at Angel. 

"Let me make one point perfectly clear before you answer. I am Mistress here and there will be no others. I own this island and all its inhabitants."

Angel nodded her head, "Yes, Mistress Marna."

"As a sex slave you will be trained to be used for sexual pleasure, not your own, for males or females. This is the type of training you were sent here to receive."

Angel still nodded, "Yes, Mistress Marna."

"As a household domestic servant, you will not get sex here from any of my slaves. You will either have to masturbate or find a local to take care of your needs. Let us not forget, it will be for the next 10 years."




Angel's Story Ch. 02



Angel still nodded, "Yes, Mistress Marna."

Marna walked over to Angel, "Don't answer me now. I want you to truly consider your decision. Sleep on it and mull it over. 

"May I ask one more question Mistress Marna?" Angel said hesitantly. Mistress Marna gave a short nod of her head.

"If I was your sex slave, would I be allowed to orgasm?" Angel couldn't believe what she was asking. Would never in her life have dreamt of such a thing, but she was still trying to sort out everything she had experienced and gone through.

Marna kept looking at Angel and then a slight smile creased her lips. "I will depending on the situation. It will be my decision and my command only. Training is extensive; I leave no ground unexplored."

Mistress Marna crossed over to Angel and reached down to lightly stroke one of her nipples. Angel gasped at the sensation she felt and then blushed. "Ahh, I see you have never been with a woman before." Angel turned an even deeper shade of red. 

"I think you really need to consider your situation and options. Like I said, sleep on it and tell me your decision in the morning. For now, this will be your room. I expect you to keep it clean and organized. Rest and I'll send some supper up to you later." At that Marna left and Angel sat staring at the empty doorway.

*****

Lance and Drew observed the two men. While unconscious, their pubic areas had been shaved and each now wore a rubber penis prison. They hung suspended in an 'X' shape from the beams of the play room facing the large flat monitor on the wall. The rest of the wall was covered in mirrors. 

Mistress Marna had given the orders during the ride back to the estate. They would be assisting in these two men's punishment. They had been warned last time when they damaged the slave that there would be consequences if it happened again.

Marna walk into the playroom and looked at the two men. She inspected the ropes. "Give them the injection." Marna stepped over to the intercom. "Andrew."

"Yes, Mistress Marna."

"Prepare a light supper for Angel. She's in the spare room and that will be her room. You have my permission to speak with her. Lance, Drew and I will be busy for a few hours and are not to be disturbed."

"Yes, Mistress Marna."

Drew went to the cabinet and took out two prepared needles. He injected each man then disposed of the needles. The first one to come around was Gary known as "Bar Guy" by Angel.

"What the fuck is going on?!" he screamed. He saw in the mirror that his friend was also tied the same way next to him.

Tom, better known as "Ice Eyes" came around and started blinking and swearing. "What the hell is going on here?!" he yelled. "Get me down and get me down now or I'll beat the shit out of you!"

Marna crossed over to stand in front of the men. "No, I don't think you're in position to give orders. Even if you were, I don't take orders. You were given a warning last time you were here and you disobeyed it."

Gary struggled in his ropes, "It's that bitch's word against ours. We didn't touch her! Get me the fuck down!"

Marna's expression grew cold, "Didn't touch her? Let's just see." She walked behind them, picked up a remote and switched the monitor on. There was Angel hanging and screaming while Gary and Tom pounded her cunt and ass.

The screaming was having an affect on Lance and he was trying to control it. Then it dawned on him why Mistress Marna had released their prisons. He watched and listened and his cock grew very hard wanting attention too.

Lance wasn't the only one having to deal with a hard on. Gary and Tom started getting excited as well from viewing the screen, except they had the prison to contend with. It wasn't long before each was struggling in their ropes because of the pain. Their cocks wanted to expand, but couldn't within the confines of their prison's. 

Marna stopped the recording. She again walked in front of the men. "So, you didn't touch her. Would you care to resend that statement?"

"You fucking whore! Get this thing off me!" screamed Tom still struggling in his bonds.

"Mistress Marna, shall I get a gag?" inquired Lance. He was angry at the two men for degrading his Mistress.

"No. I want to see how well they like pain. They like to inflict it; it makes them feel superior and excited. I wonder if they will get as excited hearing each other scream." Marna smiled and gave a little laugh. "Let me have the crop."

Drew went to the counter and picked up her riding crop. He crossed behind the men. Marna went to Drew and took the crop. "You stand in front with the plastic bucket in case one of them gets sick." Drew did as he was instructed.

"Now you two animals, because I won't call you men, let's begin." Marna brought the crop up between Gary's legs hitting him dead center on his balls. There was a second of silence before he let out with a blood curdling scream. His face blanched white and he was gasping for air. He no longer had to worry about his cock having room to expand as it started to shrivel.

Marna walked around in front of Tom. "Still hard?" she grasped his cock and pulled hard. He winced and bit his lower lip. "Lance, bring the harness. I want to be able to see the affects." 

Lance went to the cabinet and brought out a harness. He removed the prison and fitted a harness around Tom's cock and balls. Lance fit it as tight as he could around the man's cock. As the cock got wider, it would prevent the man from being able to cum.

Tom's cock stood at full attention finally being freed. Mistress Marna walked over to it and lightly tapped it with the riding crop. "Well, is that the best you can do?"

"You frigid bitch! screamed Tom. "If I was free, I'd show you exactly what I'd do with that crop!"

Mistress Marna kept tapping the top of his cock. "Shall I use it on you or would you prefer to listen to your friend scream?" 

Tom knew that either way he was trapped. If he said himself, he had no doubts that she would inflict pain on him. If he said Gary, then he would have to listen to the screams from his friend. He refused to answer and just gave her a hate filled stare.

Mistress Marna laughed, "Very well." She crossed over to Gary. "Lance, fit a harness on him also. Leave some room for growth." 

"Yes, Mistress Marna." Lance nodded. 

Marna lifted Gary's chin with the crop. "Well now. Your friend has left the decision up to you. So, shall I use this on you or would you prefer to listen to your friend scream?"

Gary looked into her eyes. His betrayed no hatred toward her; only fear. "Please." 

Marna smiled, "Please what?"

Gary lowered his eyes, "Please Mistress Marna, use it on him."

"You god damn asshole! You fucking bastard! How could you!" screamed Tom at the top of his lungs. "I'll get you for this. I swear if it takes me the rest of my life; I'll make you pay!"

Marna crossed back to Tom and smiled. "Life is full of choices," she said as she slowly dragged the crop down Tom's chest. She stopped and let it rest on top of his hard cock. She reached out and gently massaged his balls causing him to strain forward, but his cock touch nothing but air. 

Tom started breathing a little faster. "What choice?" he said with a strained voice.

Marna stepped closer and her tongue started drawing little circles around his nipple. Tom's breathing picked up a beat. "You like that?" breathed Marna onto his nipple.

"Yes." Tom replied still straining. His cock was throbbing and wanted to cum.

Marna stepped away and smiled. "You must choose which nipple I will pleasure for you and which nipple receives punishment. If you do not choose, then there will only be pain and no pleasure."

Tom was trying to deal with the question. No; not really a question. He was in a haze of lust. His cock wanted attention and release. She would give him some pleasure which might make him cum, but he would have to have pain too. His mind was spiraling out of control. His lust won. "The left," he whispered.

Marna stared at him sternly. "What did you say?!" She inflicted cold anger in her voice.

Tom felt his world spinning and crashing in around him, "My left nipple Mistress Marna." His best friend, a kindred soul he thought, had given him up to this woman with the riding crop. He felt as if he was in some elaborate nightmare, 'Time to wake up Tom.'

"What about your left nipple?" queried Mistress Marna.

"Please, Mistress Marna, punish my left nipple," cried Tom. 

Marna quickly slapped the crop down on Tom's left nipple. He screamed out in pain. She approached his right nipple and started flicking it with her tongue. Engulfing it with her mouth, she slowly started sucking on it.

The pain hit Tom like an electric current. His mind exploded and he saw lights dancing in front of his eyes. Then he felt a warm mouth on his right nipple; a soothing that made his hard cock ache and throb. 

When Tom started to breathe hard again, Marna stepped away. He stared at her with a blank expression trying to comprehend what he was feeling. She knew that look. 

"Now, you have a choice," said Mistress Marna.

Tom shook his head trying to comprehend what she was saying. "Choice?" he whispered confused.

"Yes," countered Marna. "I can administer pain to your right nipple or to the head of your cock. If it's the nipple, then I shall lick the slit of your cock. If it's the cock, then I will suck your nipple as before. Your choice," said Marna as she started tapping the top of his cock again.

Confusion danced over Tom's face; pain and lust. He was trying to separate them; trying to deal with his emotions that if he took pain, he could also have pleasure. If he didn't choose, then all he would have was pain. He was thinking about her sweet mouth on his cock. "Please, Mistress Marna, punish my right nipple." Tom couldn't believe he spoke the words.

Marna quickly struck Tom's right nipple and as before he screamed. She stepped forward and placed her mouth around the head of Tom's cock. Her tongue worked up and down the slit swirling and teasing. Again, when he started to breathe faster, she stopped and stepped back.

"No-o-o-o-o!!!" screamed Tom humping the air. He wanted to cum; needed to cum.

When Marna stepped back she looked at Gary. He was starring wide-eyed, mouth open and was developing an erection. She smiled.

"Here we are again at a choice," she started. She watched as Tom was shaking his head side-to-side in a 'No.' "Ahh, yes," she said as she slowly drifted the crop down one of Tom's hard nipples. Then she suddenly placed the crop between his legs and lightly stroked his balls.

"Your new choice is ....," she paused continuing to rub and stroke his balls with the riding crop. "... I can place clamps and weights on your nipples," Tom was still shaking his head in a vigorous 'No', "... or I can whip your cock and balls. If I whip your cock and balls, I will suck your nipples. If I apply clamps and weights, then I will suck your cock. Now choose."

Tom actually started crying and was still shaking his head 'No' not wanting to deal with the situation any longer.

Marna stared at him. "If you don't choose, then I will do all as your punishment."

Tom thought of Angel and how she had cried and beg him to make her cum. Now he understood. All he wanted was release; wanted to cum so bad that he would sell his soul to the devil.

"Please, Mistress Marna," Tom began with clarity and finality etched into his face, "Please clip and weight my nipples so that I may feel your mouth suck my cock." Tom hung his head. "I disobeyed you and I promise it shall never happen again. I am ready for any punishment you wish to give me; especially for calling you names."

Marna smiled blandly. She stepped forward and grabbed each nipple between a finger and thumb; pinched and pulled. Tom swung his head back and screamed. Lance was standing by and handed her a clamp with a line attached to it. She attached the clamp and Tom screamed again. She attached the second clamp; another scream. Lance put the lines through hooks in the ceiling while she walked over to the counter to get the weights.

Tom felt his nipples burning and throbbing with the clamps attached. He was just barely getting use to them when he felt a tug as Lance was threading the lines through hooks. Mistress Marna returned and attached the weights and let them drop with the lines. He screamed again as the pain shot through his nipples.

Marna smiled and she observed that Gary had a huge hard on and was breathing faster and straining. Everything she had done to Tom had excited him. "Lance. Bring the low stool and set it in front of him."

"Yes, Mistress Marna." Lance rushed to get the stool. He returned and set it in front of Tom's waving cock. 

Marna sat on the stool with her legs spread open. Tom could see her pink slit and his heart started to pound faster. She reached out and placed a hand on each of Tom's hips. She caressed and stroked them. When he tried to hump forward, the weights started swinging slightly and he gave a little whimper from the pain.

Marna placed her mouth over the head of Tom's cock and swirled her tongue all around it; wetting it with salvia. She slowly sucked his cock in her mouth and stop about halfway. He started to hump in earnest wanting all of him in her. The weights started swinging and pulling on his nipples. For every thrust he felt her mouth slide a little further on his cock and intense pain in his nipples. All he could think about was her mouth and wanting to cum. His head was spinning, he felt so near to his orgasm, and then, everything stopped.

"No-o-o-o!!!" he screamed. He was so near. He needed to cum.

Marna stopped and got up. She stood in front of Tom. "I never said I would let you cum. I said I would suck your cock." She walked slowly in back of Tom and pressed her body up against his. She reached up at the clamps and quickly released them and the weights fell to the floor. Tom screamed as the blood flowed back into his nipples.

Marna slowly massaged his nipples as she pressed him from behind. His scream changed to a moan. He was hers. She knew this. "Tell me Tom, do you want to cum?"

Tom started shaking his head up-and-down, "Oh God Mistress Marna. I'll do anything to cum...anything you ask me."

"Would you fuck Gary's ass hard the way you did Angel's?" Marna asked as she stroked Tom's stomach.

"Yes, yes, Mistress Marna ... anything!"

Marna nodded at Lance and Drew and stepped back. Lance and Drew undid Tom's bonds and led him over behind Gary. Gary started struggling.

"Do you see how excited your friend became watching your punishment?" said Mistress Marna. 

Tom could see Gary's erection reflected in the mirrors.

"I'm going to tie a rope around each of your wrists which will be around Gary's waist. You'll be able to grab his hips for support. I will leave the harness on for a while to maximize your pleasure and Gary's pain. I will then remove it so you may cum in Gary." As she was talking Lance and Drew had tied the rope.

Gary started screaming and begging his friend not to do it. All Tom could think of was revenge and fulfilling his need to cum.

Tom grabbed Gary by the hips, stepped forward and plunged his cock into Gary's ass. It felt so good to finally have some friction; to have something wrapped around his cock. Gary started screaming from the pain. Tom laughed as he felt himself getting harder from the scream. He pulled out and plunged again.

Again Gary screamed from the pain. Tom remembered Angel again and laughed, "Yes, little ass, scream. You know I like it when you scream!" Each lunge tore a scream from Gary. Tom plunged harder and harder. He wanted to cum. He had forgotten about the harness.

When Gary's screams started to subside, Marna reached under Tom and unclasped the harness and dropped it to the floor. She slowly massaged his balls as he kept plunging into Gary's ass. A red haze clouded his eyes and his mind was on autopilot. All he repeated in his mind was cum -- cum -- cum.

As Tom started to cum, a primal screamed escaped his lungs. He kept screaming and pumping even harder into Gary's ass as he shot load after load. Finally he stopped, heaving hard and holding onto Gary. He couldn't ever remember coming that hard in his life.

Tom felt his wrists being untied. He slowly eased his cock out of Gary's ass. He turned with his head down and saw Mistress Marna's feet. He knelt down and kissed both of her feet. "Thank you, Mistress Marna."

Marna put a hand on Tom's head, "Stand up." She smiled at Lance and Drew. "Take him to his cell."

"Tom," said Mistress Marna.

"Yes, Mistress Marna."

"Once in your cell you may clean yourself up, but you are not allowed to touch yourself sexually. That is my choice only." She leaned forward and gave him a deep probing kiss.

Tom smiled, "Yes, Mistress Marna."



Angel's Story Ch. 03



Now, that you have heard so much about my sister and I, it would be ideal if I mentioned my sister's name to you. She is called Sapna. In Hindi (the language I speak in), it means, a DREAM. And trust me, she is a dream. 

Now that papa had seen Sapna and me make out, he became very horny. Not that we minded. Look at it this way, we sisters gave him a great show. And for someone who had very little sex for a year, he was bound to be horny. And when you see your own daughters making out on a king-size bed, most males would go ape shit. Anyone who says, he won't, is lying. 

Anyway, back to dad. Now the thing is, he became more and more horny. Sometimes, we'd see him hovering around our bathroom. Sapna swears she saw him once going into the bathroom with our undies. And when she found them later, it was caked with come. 

The only thing is, he watched me. But he was a little more bold with Sapna. And knowing how horny my sister was too, I think she secretly encouraged him. For instance, she started wearing these short tennis skirts. And then she would sit in the kitchen with her legs splayed. I could see her black underwear from a mile off. 

Sometimes, I would go close to her, and caress her over her undies when I knew daddy was watching. He would watch and go away. Then when he came back, he would stand close to her and touch her bottom with his crotch. Just like dirty old men do. But my Sapna was swell. She liked this debauchery like me and would push her bottom against him. 

Once we went to watch a film together. I think it was Patch Adams. Nothing sexy about it. And it was just the kind of film that parents took their daughters. 

We were sitting on the last row, and Daddy was sitting between the two of us. Halfway into the film, I saw his hand resting on the shoulder of my sister's chair. From then onwards, I began to watch them and not the film. 

Slowly his hand slipped down over Sapna's shoulder. He began to massage her gently but firmly. She started squirming, but evidently she was enjoying it. Her hand rested on his thigh. His hands slowly slipped inside her T shirt. While her hands gently squeezed his crotch. 

Inside, he began to massage her breasts. Slowly, round and round he went with his hands. She snuggled in closer to him. He then took one of her nipples and lightly pinched it. She gave a slight shriek. Luckily it was drowned by the voice of Robin Williams. 

Meanwhile her hands could feel the heat of his loins. So, she lightly unzipped him, and shoved one hand inside his trousers. I thought she was quite bold. Because you have to understand, that in India, had she been caught, it would have been the end of her. And him. 

Sometimes, I wished I could be there in Sapna's place. I really wished so. But I didn’t want to spoil it for my sister. Also, it would be better for my ego if dad came to me of his own accord. I didn’t want to be the catalyst. 

Dad's hands wee in seventh heaven. He went on squeezing her breasts. Sometime later, his hands unhooked her bra, and took them off. He handed it to me, and winked at me… we were like co-conspirators. 

Now my sister's breasts seemed larger than ever before. Like me, her breasts would go all swollen when she was excited. Her hands too were very busy. 

Suddenly she seemed to drop a handkerchief on the floor. And then she took a long time to pick it up. I later realised that when she had bent down to pick it up, she gave his swollen penis one almighty lick. 

Her hands went busy again. And soon, I could hear my dad grunting, and I knew he was about to come. To give him due credit, he was marvelously calm. But as Sapna's hands came away from his crotch, they were glistening. The took her hand and licked it clean. 

I was amazed she would do so much in a crowded cinema hall with such expertise. 

That evening, at home, the fireworks didn’t take too long in coming. Sapna was standing on the kitchen counter making coffee. He stood close behind and rubbed his pecker on her back. Like I said, I am sure Sapna didn’t mind because she started smiling. So she kept standing as if nothing had happened and thrust her ass back at him a bit. 

Anyway, it began to get a little uncomfortable for her trying to make coffee and feel his penis on her backside. So in a fit of boldness, she stopped making coffee, and dropped the spoon on the floor. 

"Oops, can you pick it up for me papa?" 

Papa was taken aback. But he quickly recovered lost ground and bent down to pick it up. At that instant Sapna leant forward a little so papa could have a clear view of her ass, since that was what he wanted anyway. She was wearing a short skirt (as usual) that day, so it wouldn't be difficult for him. As he looked up, he got a clear view of her ass. Almost involuntarily, his hands slid up her thigh and felt the brown crack between her ass cheeks. 

"Mmm, darling! Why are you doing this to me?"

"But isn't that what you want? I saw you looking at us the other day.", She replied. 

"But baby, I am your dad."

"So? I love you. And you love me. Isn't that what matters finally?", she shot back. 

He moaned and pulled down his shorts. His penis had already made a big tent in the front. Sapna took hold of his penis and pulled it inside her soft wet mouth. He groaned even more now. 

His lovely daughter cupped his balls and began to lick the entire length of his penis. Slowly as he reached the peak, she would squeeze his balls gently and he would come down to earth. Then she would take him back to heaven by sucking on his penis shamelessly. 

Then she did something almost unthinkable. She took a bottle of chilled Moet and Chandon and McDonald's Hot chocolate fudge from the freezer. First she opened the bottle of wine and popped it all over daddy's stomach. Then in small circles, my sister slowly licked it off him while her breasts rubbed against his hairy stomach.

Then my sister smeared her dad's penis with dark chocolate. 

Sapna deliberately made this process long and slow. She wanted him in agony, I could see that. And she liked the power she had over him. Then she repeated the process till his shaft was dripping with ice cream, champagne and pre-cum. When he was almost on the verge, Sapna plunged his knob into the tub full of ice cream and made him make love to it till he begged for mercy. Then she sat on top of dad and slid her pussy on his shaft. Up and down she went as his back arched to meet her vagina. His balls slapped against Sapna's back in a dull tattoo while his hands kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples. 

"Harder! Harder.", he begged. She bent down and bit him hard leaving trails of teeth marks on his torso. Then she emptied the rest of champagne on her breasts, as he leaned forward to lick it off. Then when he couldn't bear it anymore, he let himself go, and emptied his come inside my darling sister. 

He came in gallons. When the come started dribbling outside her, she leapt off him, and took him in his mouth. He shot the rest of the load inside my sister's mouth. She took all of it calmly, and then walked to where I was standing. Slowly, we French kissed as she passed on dear daddy's come to me. It was sour-salty and the first time I tasted daddy's come. 

When I first tasted Daddy's cum, it felt nice. And from that day, I knew I would be a cum drinker for life. Sounds funny, doesn't it? But from that day onwards, I have never wasted a drop of my daddy's precious cum. 

As you all will realise lots of things happened then between dad, Sapna and I. I am 22 now. And we began our relationship when I was just over 18 and Sapna was 22. So all that I narrate has happened in these four years. I am just telling you the salient features of our relationship. 

By this time, we were comfortable enough in each other's naked presence. So, when were using the loo, we wouldn't bother to lock the door. Or if Sapna was taking a bath, dad would go in and soap her back. Usually it ended in them having sex. Dad was quite circumspect with me though. Maybe it was because I wasn't too forthcoming in responding to his advances. 

But then one evening, dad really surprised me. 

I was sitting on the pot, when he burst into the loo. To be honest, he did look embarrassed. He said, "Angel, I need to take a leak quickly." 

I answered back calmly, "So why don't you use the other loo?"

"That one isn't working. There's something wrong with the flush there." he answered impatiently. 

"Well," I answered archly, "you'll have to adjust yourself in here then." "Thanks", he replied gratefully to my amazement. He pulled down his shorts, and came close to the pot. I was mesmerised by his erect penis. The fleshy purple helmet winked at me with its one eye. 

"You just relax, and push yourself back a little." he said. 

I followed involuntarily. He then sat facing me. His penis waved wildly in the air. 

I grinned coquettishly, "Are you just glad to see me or…?"

He grinned wickedly and said, "I think we'll have to make some more adjustments here. His hand encircled my body, and clasped his arms around my taut back. His chest was touching my nipples. The nipples shivered into erection at the touch. His waist touched mine. It was electric. He then, nudged his penis inside my fleshy vagina. 

I shivered with passion. The penis slid smoothly into me. And once he was completely inside me, he let his bladder loose. I couldn't believe it. My depraved daddy was peeing inside his own daughter. He peed in a strong current as the pee gushed into my vagina. After a few seconds, his pee dribbled down the sides of my vagina. 

"It must be the beer." I thought. Soon, he stopped peeing. I must be the first daughter in the world whose father peed inside her, I thought. I didn't feel dirty at all. I felt good. It was like making love without making babies. Once daddy finished, I thought he would pull his penis out of me. He did. Then he took both hands and peeled my vagina apart. 

"Mmmm, darling, your sweet cunny is just like a ripe fruit."

"So wouldn't you like to eat it? I countered.

"Not yet." he said, and slipped his ring finger inside. His ring finger had a diamond ring that Sapna and I had gifted to him. The ring rubbed against the fleshy walls of my vagina. It felt like it had a thousand nerve endings. 

Daddy twisted one finger in. and then he pushed in the second finger. Soon, he had three whole fingers twisting and turning inside me. It felt good. 

His other hand found my erect nipples as he began to squeeze them slowly. Like I have already told you before, my nipples are the most sensitive part of my body. One touch, and I go into raptures. Daddy obviously realised this, and he showered extra attention on them. His fingers constantly pinched them. Rolled them between his fingers. And generally made merry. 

His other hand was between my legs. And every time, his finger brushed past my clitoris, I had a mini orgasm. Then he bent down and took my nipples in his mouth. I was in seventh heaven. No one, absolutely no one had made love to my nipples like that. His tongue licked my breasts and then went back to my nipples. 

My fingers raked his back since that was the only thing I could do. There was no space, but I don’t think we were bothered.

Dad knew his way well. He would sense whenever I came to an orgasm, and then back off. In fact, after about fifteen minutes, I was practically begging him to finish me off. He just grinned at me sadistically.

"It's your turn to pee." he whispered. 

I grinned maniacally, and nodded. I let my bladder loose, and soon I was washing his penis with my pee. My yellow stream of urine washed against him with force. 

He closed his eyes, and said, "Darling, this is one fantasy your ma would never play with me. Thanks." Once I was through, we kissed. 

"Now I think both of us need a shower.", he said and pulled me underneath the shower stall. The icy jets of water hit both of us. He took some liquid soap and soaped my back. Daddy was standing so close that his penis kept touching my back. That made me really horny. I could feel it touching the small of my back and my ass cheeks. 

That's when I had an idea. I call it the breast bath. I turned around, and started rubbing his body with my breasts. The soap on his body made things very slippery. The catch was, he couldn't use his hands. Which meant that I was rinsing his body with soap and my breasts. I first rubbed his torso like that. Then I slowly went down on my knees and rubbed his thigh. Then I parted his legs, and rubbed the area between his balls and anus. And finally I went down to his toes. He tried to pinch my nipples with his toes. He was groaning with pleasure now. 

Soon, I realised he wouldn't take it any more. So I wrapped my slim legs around him and shouted, "Go daddy go. "

And he went like how. His man cream came in torrents. He washed each and every part of my body with it. The wet sounds of his balls slapping against me created wonderful music. And I was ready to die and go to heaven. 

He seemed to take forever to finish. And when he pulled out, parts of his cream dribbled down my thigh. We laughed like two school kids at each other. And dried each other out. 

There would be more such sessions, I promised myself.



Angel's Story Ch. 03



Well.. the saga of James continues. We broke up rather recently, dear readers. This is April, and he and I stopped seeing each other in February. Since we work together, I've dealt with all the issues that go along with that. Mind you, I don't recommend dating someone you work with, but I wasn't working with him when we were sleeping together. Unfortunately, that job transfer came in the middle of things. Yes, dear readers, I'm not longer in the public education field, thank you God and Goddess. I got tired of close-minded small natured people. 

I tried to be mature about it. I knew that I didn't want any gossip or troubles about us floating around. The nature of the plant I work is that there are 9 women and about 100 men, and the men gossip worse than the ladies! It amazed me at first, but now I just now how to fan or halt them as I wish. I've never hidden my nature, even though I work in a small-ish company. Most of my closest coworkers know my preferences and how open sexually I am, and they all unfortunately know about James. I couldn't keep my eyes off him for the longest time. Those long legs (he's 6'9!) in tight jeans, spread open as he was on his back sliding around under a truck would make me wet as I walked by. I could smell him, even on the floor, his cologne, and I'd tingle. The section of the upstairs I work in has a one-way mirror so that the engineers can look down and watch the chassis coming in and the trucks being built. I would see him trotting around working on the trucks or welding the steel; it was horrid for concentration.

The end finally came after we had a hard time seeing each other in the time constrains and the weather constraints. Once winter hit, him living across town was a pain in the ass. Also, his ex girlfriend who was the mother of his youngest son was kicked out of her apartment. Not wanting his son to be on the street, he let her move in. I knew they were back together, I could see the way he was avoiding me, but hearing him say it still hurt. But, I knew it was best for the baby. A child deserves both parents if possible.

After we broke up, I tried to maintain a professional friendship. I never said anything negative about him, I know he did the same to most the people I was friends with. However, I heard over and over again that he was watching me. I've told you friends, that I'm not a skinny little thing, and a lot of men don't have a preference for that. They like their women built like twigs with bumps. I however have full milky thighs and breasts and round, curvy hips that are built for having babies. I would on the floor, be going through a pre-paint inspection on a truck and see him hovering nearby, supposedly busy. He'd stand and stare as I walked up the stairs to work, or end up behind me in line for the chow truck. 

I got a phone call a few weeks ago. Very simply an "I miss you we're still friends, we can do stuff as friends" sort of call. I asked for his help with something that needed fixed in my home and he actually did it. I was so pleased. We spent time just sitting in my room chatting. He touched me on my legs and arms, but didn't do anything untoward. I wasn't sure how to take it. Last Friday however, I received a phone call from him asking about this weekend, wanting to know if he could stop by and see me. And that's when the fun began.

When he came in, I was putting my son (whom he knows) to bed, so they chatted for a while. I knew in the back of my mind that I'd have him between my thighs before the end of the night, so I had dressed accordingly. I hate bras, my breasts are large and full, and they're just constricting, so I wasn't wearing one. I had put on a long black knit dress with no panties when I got out of the shower, and just made sure to put lots of lotion on so my skin was very soft and smooth. 

"Where's my hug?" he asked, when my son had finally shut his door and gone to bed. I smiled to myself. This was going easily. I gave him his hug and felt him sniff my hair. I'm only 5'6; my head comes to barely mid chest on him. 

We sat on my couch and chatted for a while, relaxing while watching The Simpsons. Every time one of us got up to do something, he would move closer and closer to me. Finally, he laid his head on my chest and snuggled. I had missed this and I knew where it was leading. I felt his hand slide up my knee, up past my thigh, and onto my tummy. He was rubbing my stomach and nuzzling my neck. I could feel myself getting wetter. I slowly moved my thighs apart and he slid his hand to my pussy. He lifted his head and looked at me. 

"Are you ok with this?" he asked. Was I? Did it make me a bad person to know he was touching me and living with her? I didn't care either way, but the thought ran through my head. I could feel him push his hard thick cock against my thighs, which were on his lap.

"Yes, I am," I said, and spread my legs and shifted my hips. He slid those thick fingers down and inside me, rubbing my clit like an expert. He kissed me, hard, passionate, and full on the lips like I like it, rubbing my clit in time to the movement of his tongue in my mouth. He leaned over and watched his fingers play with me as I laid my head back on the sofa and moaned softly. 

"Ohhh, ya, harder like that," I said as he started sliding them in and out his thumb triggering the clit. "You're going to make me cum!" 

He kissed me again as I came, and I could feel his hands get all wet from my juices. Pulling back from me, he licked his fingers clean and then kissed my breasts. 

"Let's go to your bedroom," he whispered, pulling me up. I joined him and led him back to my room. He walked past me and I turned to shut the door. After I locked it, he pushed me against it and bit the back of my neck. "I want to fuck your pussy," he warned me. He ran his hands heavily down my sides, grabbing my hips and pulling them back to meet his thrust. Even through his jeans and my dress, I could feel how thick and hard he was for me. He pushed up my skirt and ground his crotch against my ass. "I want you wet and panting underneath me, Angel," he said. Somehow, I knew I would be. 

He pushed my straps down on my dress and moved away from me so we could get undressed. He undid his jeans and I was again amazed at just how big and thick this man is. I know I know, you hear "Oh this guy had a 12" dick and he was so thick" when you read these stories. Well, I'm here to put my hand on a Bible, this man is as thick as a soda can, which to me, is better than being a foot long. He pulled me down on the bed and rolled me over, kissing all over me. 

He spread my legs, and slid between them, but didn't try to slide inside yet. Instead, he started sucking on my nipples back and forth. I had my legs locked around him, grinding on the head of that massive dick I begged for it, dug my nails in his arms and tried to pull him closer, anything. Finally he gave in and reached down to position me. Trying to slide in took some adjusting; it had been awhile since I'd had a cock that large in me. Finally we figured it out and he pushed himself in to the hilt. I groaned as he bottomed out. He got a rhythm going and I could feel myself start to cum. The man doesn't have to do anything special, just the way he moves inside makes my nipples hard and my pussy wetter and wetter. 

After I came again, he leaned back and looked down at me. 

"Miss me?" he asked softly. I just nodded. My body just felt right with him inside it. I knew what really got him off so I pushed him further back and spread my legs wider. I slid one hand down between them, to where our bodies connected and started to slowly play with my clit. Because I had cum so much, I was super sensitive and I knew each frig of my finger made my muscles spasm inside on his dick. Slowly I worked myself, letting him feel me grip him harder and harder till I just exploded again. He groaned and leaned forward, putting my legs on his shoulders and pounding me harder and harder. I knew he was close so I just held on and talked dirty to him. 

"Fuck that pussy baby, fill me up with your cum, give it to me harder, you know how I like it". He let go and I locked my legs around him and held him close as he came. 

He looked at me, his eyes locking with mine before a huge grin broke out on his face. I kissed him, and he collapsed against me, spent. 

God I love fucking this man.



Angel's Story Ch. 03



Marna watched the door close as the men guided her new slave to his cell. He wasn't completely broken, but very close. She looked forward to molding him.

Marna crossed back in front of Gary. "Well, now that your friend has left, we can address your punishment."

Gary looked up with weeping eyes, "B-but I've already ...," he began.

"No you have not," stressed Mistress Marna. "You simply choose your friend to be punished first. You choose to listen to his screams to avoid your punishment. Now, you will choose again." Mistress Marna smiled.

Marna stepped forward and lightly raked her nails across Gary's stomach. She proceeded to rake them down the shaft of his cock from base to head. He moaned and strained forward.

The door opened; Lance and Drew walked back into the playroom. They stood behind Gary and awaited Mistress Marna's command.

Mistress Marna gave her slaves a smile to let then know that she was well pleased. She again addressed the man suspended in front of her. "You seemed to start to enjoy having your ass fucked. I noticed how your screams had turned to moans."

She watched Gary's reaction and facial expressions. His eyes grew wide and he displayed the characteristic reactions of confusion, shame, but also lust. She gently laid a finger underneath Gary's hard shaft and gently stroked it up and down. She noted by the color also that he would need to orgasm soon.

"Tell me Gary, do you want to cum?" she smiled sweetly at his face.

"Y-yes, Oh fuck, I need to cum. Please, please let me cum, please!" moaned Gary as he started to gyrate and thrust his hips.

"Letting you cum will not exempt your punishment. That will still be administered. Is that understood?" said Mistress Marna. She was still stroking his hard shaft.

Gary's cock and balls were throbbing and aching. "I'll do anything ... anything at all if you just let me cum. Oh fuck, please let me cum!!!" Gary was starting to shout.

Mistress Marna stopped stroking Gary's cock. "To cum, you will be fucked in the ass until you release your load ..."

Gary's mouth was open and he was breathing hard. He was nodding his head 'yes' to confirm he was listening.

Mistress Marna continued, "...and then you will drink all of your cum." She noticed his revulsion at the thought and he started to pull at the ropes on his arms again.

"Didn't you just say 'I'll do anything at all to come'?" asked Mistress Marna.

"B-but I j-just can't!" Gary said as he felt his stomach turn.

"Oh, but you can and you will," replied Mistress Marna. "I can always let your balls turn blue and have you made into a eunuch. The choice is yours."

Gary looked down at his cock and back at Mistress Marna. "I'll drink it!" he replied, but Mistress Marna didn't miss his defiant tone and look.

"Lance, Drew."

"Yes, Mistress Marna."

"Place the ring in his mouth," smiled Mistress Marna.

Drew went to the cabinet and brought out the ring gag. Lance was already standing beside Gary when he got there. Gary refused to open his mouth so Lance just pinched his nose until he did so. Once the ring was in place and Gary's mouth securely spread open, the two men stepped aside for Mistress Marna to come forward again.

"Drew, prepare the machine. Use the inflatable."

"Yes, Mistress Marna."

"Lance, get the electric pump."

"Yes, Mistress Marna."

Marna stood in front of Gary as the men moved away to comply with her commands. Gary stared at her with drool running down his chin and dripping on his chest; slowly making its way down to his stomach.

"You thought to defy me; never a wise move. It shall add to your punishment immensely," as she started to rake her nails down his inner thighs applying firm pressure and leaving red marks. "Now not only will you drink your own cum, but theirs as well."

Gary's eyebrows shot up and his struggles started anew. Mistress Marna stepped around behind him. He couldn't see her clearly as his own image blocked his view of her in the mirrors. He felt something hit his ass cheek which stung. He wrenched forward and pinched his ass cheeks together. Something smacked his other cheek. Yes, some kind of paddle he thought. He was being paddled like some kind of errant schoolboy.

"I – will – not – be – defied! You – will – do – as – you – are – commanded!" Mistress Marna was landing precise blows for each word. Gary's ass was starting to hurt and burn. "You will cease your struggling and take your punishment. Do so now!" cold command issued from Mistress Marna as well as the slaps.

Gary stopped struggling and when he did, the paddling stopped as well. Drew stepped forward and handed her a huge dildo covered with lube. She gave him the paddle and took the dildo. Without preamble, she shoved this simulated cock up Gary's ass.

Gary looked at his image in the mirror. His hard throbbing cock; straining purple in front of him and drool running out of his spread mouth. His ass cheeks were burning, but it also felt good. Then she shoved something in his ass and he screamed. He wanted to pass out so he didn't have to feel anymore of this.

Mistress Marna moved in front of him. She was holding a cord with a switch on the end. She pushed the button and he felt the thing in his ass start to expand. His eyes grew wide and fearful as he looked at her. She pushed the button again and it stopped. She stepped behind him again. "Hmmm, I think just a bit wider." He felt it expand some more and stop. "Yes, that will do nicely," said Mistress Marna. 

Gary felt them doing something because he could feel the vibration through whatever they had inserted. Then it started to be withdrawn about halfway and plunged forward again; then stopped. "Back three more inches," Mistress Marna commanded. There were some more vibrations again. Mistress Marna moved back in front of him again.

Mistress Marna looked at Gary and gave a short nod to Drew. The fucking machine was started at slow speed. The dildo was drawn out until only cock head of the massive dildo remained inside and then it was rammed back full length into Gary's ass. Gary threw his head back and screamed each time it was rammed back in.

Marna nodded at Drew and the machine stopped again. She stepped up to Gary and held his chin firmly to look into his eyes. "Don't worry, I made sure you can't pass out." she smiled at him. "What was it you said, 'That's better, wouldn't be any fun if you don't feel it', yes, I believe that was it." She nodded again and the machine was set into motion.

Gary started screaming and his struggling started again. Mistress Marna just stood in front and observed. Soon his struggling ceased and he closed his eyes and started to moan. "Drew, two steps up," commanded Mistress Marna and the machine increased in speed.

"Attach the pump," Mistress Marna commanded Lance. He inserted the pump over Gary's cock and slowly slid it up his shaft. Mistress Marna stepped forward and released the harness and dropped it to the floor. She started to slowly massage Gary's balls and nodded at Lance to switch on the pump. His moans increased and he started to thrust into the pump.

Gary felt as if he was being torn in half. After what she had said he once again struggled to try to get free. It felt like a log was being shoved up his ass. After a while, his pain started to turn to pleasure and he could feel his cock and balls start to throb and ache once again. He started to moan as the ass fucking was turning him on just like when Tom gave him one. He felt something envelope his cock; warm and moist like a cunt. Then someone was massaging his balls and he started to hump in earnest. He could feel his sperm coming up and forcing their painful way out; finally releasing.

"Argh-h-h-h-h!!!" screamed Gary forcibly as he shot load after load into the cylinder tube of the cock pumping machine. Even after nothing more was being released he kept humping until the machine was turned off. He hung there breathing hard like he had seen the women do that he had used. The pumping in and out of his ass had stopped as well; his head started to clear.

Mistress Marna had nodded; that was all and both machines were turned off. She eased the pump off and watched Gary's flaccid cock slip out. She retrieved the harness off the floor and reattached it once again. She walked behind him and detached the machine. In one fluid motion, she slipped the cock from his ass and handed it to Drew. It would be sterilized for additional use later.

Lance and Drew both new what was going to happen; they had both her command. They each had sported a hard on since Mistress Marna had started.

Marna returned to where Lance stood holding the machine looking down at it. She smiled and came up and kissed him lightly on the lips. "No, this is not your rewards. That will be later." He smiled and kissed her passionately in return.

She kissed down his neck and playfully licked and sucked his nipples. Her tongue trailed down his chest and drew circles around his belly button. His breathing picked up a beat and definitely increased when she sucked the head of his cock into her hot mouth. Her tongue swirled dances around and around before she plunged down his shaft; fully engulfing him to the base. Pre-cum seeped out as she sucked back down to the head. "Ummmm, very nice," Marna said.

Lance was breathing hard and Marna handed the pump to Drew; he slipped the pump over Lance's cock. When she switched it on, he thrust unto it and started to match the rhythm of the pulses. "I want you to cum hard for me; I want lots of your wonderful cum," she said before she started to lick his balls. Lance didn't waste any time; he had been holding back for a long time now and wanted release also.

"Ughhh, ughhh, ughhh ... Argh-h-h-h-h!!!" was Lance's only reply as his cum was collected in the cylinder container as well. He was leaning slightly forward and gently massaging Mistress Marna's shoulders. She flipped the machine off and waited for Lance to recover before slipping it off his penis. When she stood up, she gave Lance a deep affectionate kiss and then smiled at him.

As Marna handed the pump back to Lance, Drew stepped up beside her. As always, he made her smile and she stepped into an embrace and kissed him deeply. Their tongues danced and probed while her hands were kneading his balls. He drew himself in closer and moaned into her mouth; he was so close. Like Lance, he had been holding back until permission to release was given. 

Marna stepped slightly to the side and Lance slipped the pump over Drew's hard cock. When he turned it on, Drew moaned loudly into Mistress Marna's mouth. He started releasing almost immediately and the cylinder collected his sperm to add to Lance's and Gary's. When he was done, Lance switched the pump off.

After Drew finishing cumming, he held Mistress Marna close and rested his head against her shoulder. Soon his breathing returned to normal and he gave her one of his sunny smiles.

When Drew smiled, it finally dawned on Lance. Yes, by cumming now, they would both have the stamina to last longer for Mistress Marna later. Drew's smile was contagious and Lance beamed a smile as well.

Mistress Marna smiled as well before saying, "Drew, get the funnel. Lance, you will feed him." 

Marna watched as Lance carefully removed the pump from the collecting cylinder. Both slaves walked over to Gary. Drew inserted a wide mouth clear funnel into the ring and held it there; this would force his tongue stationary so he could not force the cum from his mouth and to insure he didn't choke. 

Marna signaled Lance to wait a moment. She walked over to Gary. "You will find that if you swallow this cum without struggling or trouble, I will grant you a rest period before we continue," said Mistress Marna. Gary nodded his head 'yes' signaling that he had understood her.

"Lance. Small sips; cum should be savored," smiled Mistress Marna.

"Yes, Mistress Marna," said Lance as he smiled.

He tilted the cylinder and let only a small amount of cum drizzle into the funnel; then watching Gary's throat to make sure he swallowed it. It was time consuming, but Gary finally finished the last of the cum. 

Drew withdrew the funnel and Lance left with the container. Mistress Marna stepped over to Gary and rubbed the palm of her hand over his stomach. "Very nice; see what you've been giving away all this time." She reached up and released the gag and carefully removed it from Gary's mouth.

Gary closed his eyes and hung his head in shame for so many reasons. He realized after they had started that he didn't mind the taste; it actually tasted quite good. He like having his ass fucked and just thinking about that had started a stir in his cock again. Hell, he even like it when she paddled him. "Was he some kind of pervert?" he was asking himself. After everything that he had already gone through; he still had to face his punishment yet. None of this had been it.

Marna observed his face. "Thinking does not become a slave."

Gary snapped his head up and his eyes got wide. "Could she read minds?" he wondered.

Mistress Marna smiled at him, "Yes, in a way I can." She was tracing her fingers over his chest. "Tell me honestly, you enjoyed everything. Didn't you?"

Gary's heart skipped a beat. "H-how did you know?" he whispered a little scared and awed.

Mistress Marna stared at him, "Would you care to rephrase that question or do you wish to forego your rest period?"

Gary gazed down quickly. "I'm very sorry Mistress Marna. Forgive me. May I ask how you knew?"

Marna smiled, "It is sufficient that I do know. You are submissive in every way." 

Marna watched for his reaction. Gary nodded his head 'yes' and she continued. "You are not a sub for a Mistress though; your happiness will be with a Master. Only a Master can provide you with the discipline and pleasure you require."

Gary was slightly shaking his head 'no' trying to come to term with his feelings. "But I like to fuck women," Gary was thinking, "I can't be gay!" and yet he had liked it all.

Marna looked on as confusion etched into Gary's face. She could see that he was trying to mentally justify and assert that he was a heterosexual male.

Marna provided the word his brain was trying to seek out, but kept overlooking. "Gary."

"Yes, Mistress Marna."

"Look at me and look at my body." Gary lifted his gaze and did as she had commanded. He looked at her breasts and trailed his eyes down to her cunt. His cock started to stir as all sorts of images raced through his mind of what he could do with her.

"See Gary; feel your cock getting hard," Mistress Marna was pointing at his cock. He looked down to visually confirm what she had said. "No, you are not strictly gay. You are bi-sexual. You derive pleasure from both sexes, but more from male than female. You can use women for release, but are you truly satisfied when you have finished?"

Gary was still looking down at his cock and listening to what Mistress Marna was saying. Marna stood still while Gary absorbed what she had said.

"No, Mistress Marna; I'm not satisfied," he said.

"Then, do you wish a Master with a firm hand?" said Marna judging the timing was right.

"Yes, yes Mistress Marna I do," confirmed Gary.

"I will arrange it for you. The standard sum you will be paid is $100,000 a year for your; shall we say "services". This sum is paid after the term of your contract. Is that acceptable to you?" Mistress Marna smiled.

Gary's head snapped up and his mouth dropped open; he smiled, "Holy Fucking Shit! You mean these slaves get paid for this! Then why in the hell did he have us kidnap her?"

"I believe in your excitement that you have forgotten your place. I'm sure your new Master shall train you appropriately," said Mistress Marna with a slight smile.

Gary quickly looked back down. "I am again sorry Mistress Marna and yes, it's very acceptable to me." He couldn't keep his excitement from his voice. "Damn!" he thought, "that's more than I ever could make doing anything else!"

Marna couldn't miss the excitement. "He'll turn out just like Drew," she thought "he'll do everything with love and his Master will enjoy having him." 

"Give no thought about the man that hired you. That is not your concern," said Mistress Marna with anger in her voice.

"I did not mean to make you angry Mistress Marna, please forgive me," shuddered Gary.

Marna calmed herself. This was no time for anger. "You have not; the situation has. This agreement still does not exempt your punishment."

Gary nodded his head again, but continued, "Mistress Marna? What of Tom?"

He heard her laugh lightly, "You will be seeing him again shortly. He will be present for your punishment as you were with his."

His heart skipped a beat remembering Tom's pain, but he also remembered how excited it made him. He nodded his head again. He could hear her walk away and then walk back.

"Would you care for some water before we begin again?" asked Mistress Marna.

"Yes, please. Mistress Marna." said Gary and he lifted his head, but made sure his eyes stayed down.

"Very good." she said as she tilted the bottle to his mouth.

Mistress Marna stepped away, but Gary heard her. "Lance, Drew. Bring Tom back in."

"Yes, Mistress Marna," they said and left.

A short time passed and Tom came in with Lance and Drew behind him. He walked over to Mistress Marna and knelt at her feet.

"Tom," she ran her hands threw his hair and smiled.

"Yes, Mistress Marna."

"You will be retied now and present for Gary's punishment."

Tom stiffened slightly, but said, "Yes, Mistress Marna."

Marna nodded at Lance and Drew. They came over and took Tom to the same spot he had been before. Once the ropes had been reattached, Mistress Marna stepped in front of Tom. "You will watch his punishment in the mirrors until I direct otherwise. You will not cum! You can control yourself. If you cum, there will be additional punishment."

"Yes, Mistress Marna." Tom waited until she moved away and looked straight ahead into the mirrors.

Gary's cock was still flaccid even with the brief stirrings he had earlier. She came over and lightly stroked his balls. "This will not do. I believe a movie is in order. You will look at the monitor until it is shut off."

"Yes, Mistress Marna," replied Gary which shocked Tom.

She stepped behind the men, took the remote and played the disc again of their transgression; from the plane, to the trees and the final teasing of her nipples by Gary. By the time the disc finished, there were four hard cocks in the playroom. The only difference this time; Gary was the only one in harness.

Mistress Marna walked in front of Gary with the riding crop in hand. "You will not be given choices as your friend was. You will not be receiving pleasure as you have already had some. What you will be receiving is painful punishment for your transgression just reviewed. For the last indignity of teasing her breasts, your punishment will be intensified so it will not be forgotten."

Gary nodded his head, "Yes, Mistress Marna."

Mistress Marna slowly raised the riding crop and Gary shut his eyes. "You will look at your punishment," Mistress Marna angrily said.

Gary blanched, but opened his eyes. His heart sank as he understood that he had just displeased her again. "I'm sorry Mistress Marna for not understanding." He looked up at the riding crop in her hand.

Marna brought the riding crop down with full force onto his left nipple. Gary screamed in pain. She raised her crop again and brought it down full force onto his right nipple. Once again the pain bit into Gary and he issued a scream. Sweat started to bead and tears were at the corners of his eyes.

"Lance, the clamps." ordered Mistress Marna. Lance rushed to retrieve the clamps that still dangled in the air. "No," said Mistress Marna. "Give me the warmers."




Angel's Story Ch. 03



Lance rushed to the cabinet and came back with clamps with wire leads attached. She stepped forward, pinched his nipples and twisted. Once again Gary screamed full force. She attached a clamp to his left nipple and pinched it in place. If Gary had not been suspended his he would have collapsed to the floor. She clamped his right nipple and pinched it in place. Gary screamed and started crying.

"Lance, through the hooks," and she handed him the leads. "Drew, bring the small table and connector box." Drew rush to her command. When everything was in place she connected the leads to the box.

"Your nipples being much smaller than hers," began Mistress Marna, "I am improvising to provide you the amount of pain you inflicted on her when you bit down on her nipple." Mistress Marna adjusted the dial and flipped a switch.

The electric shock hit Gary's nipples and continued while he kept screaming. Mistress Marna estimated the amount of time that Gary and Tom had tormented Angel nipples by biting them and then flipped the switch off. Gary was crying, his body was shaking and his head kept shaking back and forth in a constant 'no'. He didn't think you could take any more.

Mistress Marna stepped forward and unclamped his nipples roughly. He kept screaming as the blood and pain bit into his nipples and chest. She gazed over at Tom and he was shaking, but not from fear. I line of pre-cum was seeping to the floor and he was breathing deeply. He was trying very hard not to cum.

"Bring my flogger," ordered Mistress Marna. Drew rushed off and soon returned with the flogger.

She took the handle and inserted it under Gary's chin and raised it. "We shall now review the disc once more. For the entire time that you participated you will be flogged. When it was her breasts, your breasts shall be whipped. When it was her cunt, your genitals will be whipped." Gary started to cry again. He didn't think he could endure anymore punishment.

The monitor came to life; the flogging started and so did his screams. True to her word, she flogged him during the entire time he had participated. He thought she was going to tear the skin off his balls and nipples before she was done, but it finally finished. He hung there crying like a baby; too hoarse to utter a word.

Gary felt a cool damp cloth wiping his face. He looked up and Mistress Marna was smiling at him. "You did well and I'm proud of you. You will be a fine addition for any Master to own; especially once you have been trained properly." 

Gary felt as if a burden had been taken away from him and the most precious gift awarded. He did well and she was proud of him. He couldn't stop himself from smiling.

She caressed his cock, "See Gary, even after I flogged your balls you stayed hard." She unclasped the harness and let it drop. "What shall we do with this?"

Gary was still smiling, "Anything you wish, Mistress Marna."

Mistress Marna started stroking his cock, "Low stool."

Lance retrieved the stool and placed it in front of Gary. "Bring Tom here."

Lance and Drew untied Tom and brought him over to Mistress Marna. He sank and knelt at her feet; a line of pre-cum trailing. 

"Tom."

"Yes, Mistress Marna."

You are to suck Gary's nice and hard cock. You will make him cum in less than five minutes and you will swallow all of his cum," said Mistress Marna.

Tom blanched, but nodded his head.

"Cuffs," she looked at Lance.

He went to the cabinet and brought back soft padded cuffs.

Mistress Marna took the cuffs, "Sit on the stool; place your hands behind your back Tom. I will guide your head." Tom did as she directed.

"And Tom," continued Mistress Marna, "if you don't do as I commanded or you bite him, I will attach the clamps and electrodes to your balls."

"Yes, Mistress Marna."

All Tom could think was five minutes; I have only five minutes. He opened his mouth around the head of Gary's cock and Gary moaned. He started swirling his tongue and licking the slit. Gary started humping forward.

Mistress Marna moved Tom's head forward, "All of him now Tom." 

Tom complied and moved his head forward maintaining suction on Gary's cock. He had never sucked a cock before, but new what he liked and took it from there. 

Gary started to pump faster and his cock was getting harder and wider. Tom choked some, but kept up the suction. Gary could feel himself about to orgasm and was grunting and fucking as hard as he could. The minute he started shooting his load he starting screaming. He had never felt anything so intense before. Not even with the pump.

Tom was trying to swallow as fast as he could and still breathe. He kept Gary's cock in his mouth even though it was starting to soften.

"That was good Tom," said Mistress Marna, "let him go now."

Mistress Marna released Tom's wrists. "Stay seated."

"Yes, Mistress Marna." Tom was still trying to catch his breath and still trying not to cum himself.

"Untie Gary now," said Mistress Marna.

Lance and Drew untied Gary and helped him knell at Mistress Marna's feet. She smiled and placed a hand on Gary's head. "Now Gary," she started, "the final command to seal the bond of your new life."

"Yes, Mistress Marna, anything," said Gary enthusiastically.

"You will now crawl between Tom's legs and give him the best blowjob of all time. You will lick his balls, lick his cock ... worship his cock and suck him dry."

Gary smiled, "Yes, Mistress Marna."

"Tom."

"Yes, Mistress Marna," he replied still panting heavy.

"You are not to cum until I tell you that you may," Mistress Marna commanded.

He was getting excited and panting more, but said "Yes, Mistress Marna."

"Gary, you may start."

Gary crawled between Tom's legs. He first licked the pre-cum oozing from Tom's cock. He brought his face in between his thighs and started licking Tom's ball; both alternately kissing and lapping at them. Tom was breathing hard and moaning; he was still trying hard not to cum.

Gary started kissing and licking his way from the base of Tom's cock to the head. He once again licked at the slit tasting his pre-cum. He placed his mouth over the head and gently sucked like a baby on a nipple. Tom moaned and grabbed Gary's head with his hands; forcing his mouth down on his hard throbbing cock.

"Oh God!" screamed Tom as he started to fuck Gary's mouth. The suction increased and Gary started massaging Tom's balls. "Mistress Marna; please may I cum!" screamed Tom still trying to hold back.

Tom felt her breast graze his back. She leaned into him and whispered into his ear, "Cum my Tom, let Gary have all you cum." Afterwards, she stepped back and watched.

Tom fucked Gary's mouth with full abandon. His balls ached, his cock ached and once again a red haze of lust clouded his brain. He screamed again as he came; feeling all his energy leaving his body. He felt like he was floating and started to lean back. Someone caught him; Lance had been kneeling behind him. He rested on Lance's chest and concentrated on getting air into his lungs.

Tom felt a cool cloth wiped his face. He opened his eyes to see Mistress Marna and quickly looked down. She smiled, "Was it the best blow job you have ever had?" inquired Mistress Marna.

Tom smiled, "Yes, Mistress Marna ... Oh God!" He heard her lightly laugh at his response.

"You both will be taken to your cells now. I suggest that you rest. I will have dinner served in a few hours ..." again she laughed lightly, "... if you're hungry for food that is."

Both Tom and Gary looked at each other and laughed too. This was a new beginning in their lives.



Angel's Story Ch. 04



More in my continuing saga. Is it bad that these are now out of order? I couldn’t stand to not write about my amazing experience with James and so I put that before this .. Hope you don’t mind. This one occurred Summer of ’03. Just as an FYI, this is story 4 in a multi story run. It stands on it’s own but might make more sense if you read them all. As with all my stories, the names have been changed to protect the guilty and you must be over 18 and not offended by graphic descriptions of FABULOUS sex to read on. Otherwise, go play on Disney J ~ Angel

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Welcome to my world. I’m 28, single and live in a normal Midwestern town. I guess I knew when I was younger that I had a totally different outlook on sex than most of the narrow-minded prigs I grew up around. I don’t think that you should hide a major part of your personality, and so I tended to gravitate towards people who felt the same as I did. I found that the easiest way to keep things anonymous and still interesting was finding men online. I didn’t honestly set out to set things up with someone, I would get online bored, looking for people to talk to, and it would just happen. They’d say something, or comment on a picture in my profile and that would lead the conversation in a different direction. I have a “type”. Doesn’t every woman? I like my men tall and thick, with nice big hands and well honestly, a big thick cock too. Why would I bother with someone who wasn’t going to satisfy me? And honestly, most skinny pretty boy types don’t go for someone who’s a full-figured gal. I like myself the way I am, nice soft skin, big breasts (46DDD, no I’m not lying), well-rounded hips and milky thighs. I’m not a size 2, but a real woman. I like real men. I want a solid thick man between my thighs. 

Have you ever had a one-night stand? I don’t normally consider them anything I’m interested in. I figure if I’m going to get laid and I end up loving it, why would I want to set it up so I can’t ever have it again? If someone’s that amazing, give it to me as much as I can take it. And yes, I CAN take it. My drive is higher than any guys I’ve been with, save James. 

I “met” Shane through a friend. She was convinced I was lonely (only kind of sort of) and needed companionship, he was sort of separated from his girlfriend. (She was in Peru, I’d say VERY separated, if you ask me) We talked for several days before deciding to meet up. Our conversations started innocently enough. This time, I honestly wasn’t looking for a great orgasm but rather a great friendship and maybe more. One night after we’d started talking more, he called while I was in the bath. I have a Jacuzzi tub and I had it filled with bubbles and lotion and was relaxing. I find it a turn on to be doing something so naked and wet while this person has no idea on the other line. 

He must have heard me splashing because I heard his breath catch in his throat. 

“What are you doing?” he asked suspiciously. I got quiet.

“Why?” I asked back. 

“I hear something,” he said. “What is it?” I grinned. 

“What do you think I’m doing?” I questioned him as I scooped up some water and let it dribble down over my skin and into the bath. “Don’t you know?” I could hear him paused, breathing softly. 

“Are you in the bath?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” I said softly, “don’t you wish you were here too?” I was just teasing him.

“Oh God yes,” he groaned. “I have wondered what your skin looks like”. 

He had? I hadn’t known this. At this point he’d never said anything about thinking of me in a sexual way. Suddenly, I was hot and flushed for another reason. Thinking about him wanting me in that manner was making me wetter than any bath could. I could feel myself getting turned on. My nipples got harder and my pussy tingled a little. I leaned back against my bath pillow and ran my hands slowly over my breast. 

“Do you now?” I asked quietly. “Well right now it’s all pink and wet!” I grinned and then laughed. 

He coughed and I could hear him kinda groan again. “You’re killing me, Angel. Now I’m imagining you naked and all covered in bubbles!”

“I am”.

“You are? All over you? Every.. where?” He asked again. I could hear his breathing pick up and I felt my skin get tingly. He was turning me on and hadn’t even said much! I slid my hand from my breasts over my tummy and between my legs. My sponge was floating nearby and I grabbed it and rubbed it slowly over my pussy. 

“Yes, everywhere. I’m all bubbly and soapy and warm. I smell like lavender and aloe bath salts.” My breath was soft and barely above a whisper. 

“Do you.. “ He paused. “are you .. touching yourself?” he asked quietly. I moved my arm so he’d hear the water splashy gently. 

“Yes,” was all I said. 

“Oh Angel,” he sighed out, “I wish I could watch!” I heard his bedsprings creak as he laid down on it. “I want to see you all spread out and pink and so sweet I could taste you”. 

“Listen..” was all I said as I cradled the phone in one hand and slid my other between my thighs. I sighed softly as my fingers slid between my pussy lips. I loved to play with myself and I loved to be watched or listened to. 

I moaned and slowly slicked my fingers back and forth over my clit and inside my vagina. I know my breathing quickened as I worked myself up. 

“Oh Angel, oh baby,” he whispered. “I want to hear you cum for me,” he asked. 

“But what are you doing?” I asked him. I heard his jeans unsnap and a zipper slide down. 

“What do you think I’m doing?” he asked. “I undid my shorts and now I’m stroking my dick!” he said. I could hear his hand moving, he must have licked his fingers or started to pre-cum. “My cock is wet at the tip from being so turned on and I’m laying here thinking about you soaking in that water with your fingers between your legs and wishing to God it was my mouth there instead!” he answered. 

Hearing his words made me even more turned on. I laid my head back again and started really playing myself. I let my one hand pinch my nipple and then slide down between my legs. I moaned and made noises while I played, softly talking to him about what I was doing. 

“Oh yes, Shane, now I’m sliding two fingers in my cunt and my thumb is teasing my clit. My nipples are hard and I’m thinking about your mouth sucking on them. I want you to hear me cum and wish you were inside me” I said. 

I could hear him playing harder, moaning and groaning, answering me in soft harsh words. I knew he was close, I’d heard enough men cum before to know what the panting and the breathing was leading up to. 

“Cum for me, imagine its all over me, all over my tits, imagine you’re sliding inside me.. oh Shane, oh God..” I trailed off as I heard him start to cum. I worked at my clit till I could feel my pussy tingling and suddenly I was there too, cumming in the water listening to him and aching so bad I couldn’t stand it. 

I laid there, quietly breathing and listened to him start to clean himself up. He didn’t say anything and I didn’t know what to say, really, to someone who hadn’t really said anything before, but now had listened to me beg him to fuck me and came listening to me play with myself. 

“God that was hot” he said. I knew I agreed. 

I finished my bath quietly that night, thinking about what I would do if I saw him. Would I agree to meet him? Would he be a good lover? Was he even going to stay in town? Did I want to have a one-night stand with him, knowing he was leaving the country in like, four days? 

I thought about it off and on for the next few days. Suddenly, an opportunity presented itself sooner than I thought. Things arranged themselves so that my friend who knew him and I were both off at the same time one evening. She decided to drag me over to his house and we’d all go out to dinner. I dressed carefully that evening. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel when we first met, if I’d want him touching me or not, but I knew it was in the back of my mind. I wore Capri pants, something easily removable, and a tank top with a nice bra. ‘Might as well show off my best features’ I figured, as I put on some perfume and lotion

Of course we hit it off. There wasn’t even a little bit of shyness between us. He was completely my type. You know you can see a picture and think they are, but until you meet them, you never know. While Kelly sat across from us at Steak and Shake, he slid his hand up and down my knee. I could feel my nipples get hard. As Kelly chatted with us and we all ate our supper, I felt his hand slide higher, moving my thighs apart slowly. My pussy slowly started to swell. And as I finished my shake and she sat and smiled innocently, he took my hand and put it on his hard dick and rubbed his crotch against it. I was out and out turned on at this point. I don’t know how Kelly didn’t see us playing with each other. 

She got in her car and I agreed to take Shane home so she could go get to bed. I didn’t have to work in the morning. Shane climbed in my car and took up where he’d left off at the diner. As I drove, his hand slid up my shirt and slowly started cupping and teasing my breast. My foot pressed a little harder on the petal as he flicked a finger back and forth over my nipple through my bra. When he finally gave in and tugged down the lace cup and put his hand in, I had to pull over. I just couldn’t take it. I hadn’t even kissed this man and he was about to make me cum just by flicking a finger over my nipples!

I leaned over and tugged his shirt, pulling him close and kissing him as passionately as I could. I put one hand in his hair and locked onto him while the other reached down and started sliding over his jean shorts. He kissed me back, both hands on my breasts, under my tank top. His fingers squeezed pinched my nipples and massaged my huge breasts while I stroked his cock through his pants. Finally I couldn’t take it and pulled back. 

“You’re driving me nuts!” I said. He laughed. 

“That’s the idea. To drive you nuts with wanting me inside you!” he grabbed my hand and put it back on his cock and held it there while he moved his hips up and down. I know I wet my panties right then and there. I hooked his finger in my bra and pulled me towards him. I still had my hand on his cock and was squeezing it and rubbing it when I felt him start to unhook my bra. When it popped free, I pulled back to take it off. “I want to touch those,” he said, nodding at my chest. I glanced around.

I’d pulled off the main road onto a side road. His side of town was different in mine in that it was less populated with the cookie cutter housing. These were older homes with larger yards and small farming lots open to the road. We were well off the beaten path and since it was after midnight, I figured most of the people were asleep. I pulled up my tank top and let my breasts fall free. His hands were waiting to capture them. I left my arms up, my tank top wrapped around them, holding onto the roof as he lifted one up to suckle. He wrapped his lips around it, one hand holding my breast the other teasing against my lips. I opened my mouth and started to suck on his thumb as he started lightly sucking and biting on my nipple and breast. My hands gripped the felt on the roof and I sucked harder on his thumb. I know I was moaning around it. 

“Mmm oh God, yes yes, that feels so good,” I said. He pinched the other one and I gasped. “Harder!” I ordered him. He bit down on my nipple and I couldn’t take it anymore. I let go of the roof, stopped sucking on his thumb, and pulled away from him. I pushed him back against his seat and car door and leaned over him. (Did I mention I love bench seating?) I tugged on his snap and undid his zipper. I wanted his cock in my hands and in my mouth. He was playing with my hair, rubbing it all over and gripping it lightly as I teased him. Finally, I pushed his shorts down and had his cock in my hands. I leaned down and looked up at him as I guided his dick to my mouth. His eyes locked with mine and his hands clenched in my hair. He pushed up with his hips and pulled my head down. He was quiet but I clearly heard him. 

“Suck it baby” he ordered me. I opened my mouth and made like I was going to slide him in. Instead, I just lightly blew air across the head of his cock. I heard him hiss a little through his teeth. “Oh ya,” he muttered. I licked the head like a dripping ice cream cone, up and down and all over the top. I leaned back and blew again. I could feel him jerk. My tongue lapped at the hole on the head of his dick and my hand slid a slow rhythm over the shaft. I finally locked my lips around the head and sucked hard. He pushed my head down again, making it obvious what he wanted. I won’t lie to you folks, I’m not a fan of deep throating. I suck dick with the best of them and I love to make my man cum, but once he hits my gag reflex, it’s generally all over for them. I start coughing and sputtering and that ends that. I wanted to just let go with Shane, for some reason. He wasn’t pushing too hard, just enough that I was going downward.

I felt him hit the back of my throat and I swallowed, trying to overcome the urge to cough. I did, and he pulled back out, and I sucked slowly on him as he did. He was groaning and moving my head for me, up and down, just slow enough to give me time to swallow when he hit the back of my throat. He wasn’t as thick as some I’ve seen, but he was longer than most and I just managed to keep my mouth on him. He started moving faster, my hands holding onto his hips, his hands still locked in my hair guiding me, breathing heavily. I didn’t want him to cum yet, I wanted him so close he could feel it, but I wanted him to wait and cum all over my breasts so I could watch his face. 

I pushed away from him, his hands falling to his sides to grip the chair. His eyes were closed and he was thrusting into my hand. He just kept going faster and faster when suddenly I stopped. His eyes flew open and he stared at me. 

“What are you doing?” he asked. I smiled

“Come here and fuck me first,” I begged. I sat back in my chair and lifted my hips, tugging my pants down. I kicked them off one leg and then slid over him. I wanted to be on top for this ride. He was rock hard and still wet from my saliva; I was drenched so sliding inside me was no problem. He leaned back as far as he could, I straddled him, and pushed down on his cock. I felt him fill me up and we started to slowly rock. He put his hands on my tits and I ground my pussy down on him. The heat from our playtime was making the sweat run down my back. I pushed the button for a window to crack, but I wanted to be careful. Mosquito bites were just as annoying as nosey neighbors and I knew we weren’t being quiet. 

He worked his cock in and out as best he could. I rocked against him and came quickly. He leaned forward, sucking on my neck and biting my shoulder. The heat, still stifling, made everything fuzzy. We slowly fucked to me to several more intense orgasms before I could feel him starting to get closer. I stopped moving and slid off him. I didn’t want him cumming inside me. I had other plans.

“I want to watch,” I whispered. “Cum on me,” I told him. 

I wrapped my tits around his dick and licked my cum off the head of him as he slid in and out between my huge tits. My hands pushed my tits together and my mouth sucked the tip of his dick in over and over. I felt his hands clasping on the chair and finally in my hair. It was matted to my head, the ends wet with the moisture in the air. My mouth worked him quicker and finally I just gave up and started licking and nibbling gently all over his balls and cock. His precum was sweeter than salty and flowing quickly as this point. I wrapped my hand tight around the base and jerked his dick so that his cum would cover my tits. 

“Watch me do this,” I whispered, but his eyes were already locked on the cum starting to spurt from him. I leaned forward, my tits hanging pendulously from my chest. His cum hit me and ran in small rivulets down towards my nipples. I squeezed him tight and milked it from him. When his body stopped spasming I slowed down and rubbed the head all over my cum-soaked tits. He just smiled and watched me. He ran his hands over my face and I kissed his fingers. Using his t-shirt, he wiped us off and we both pulled back and settled in the seats. We finished cleaning up and chit chatted for a while. 

I heard later that he had left the country to go find his girlfriend down in Peru. Good luck Shane.



Angel's Story Ch. 04



Angel sat and looked at the door into the empty hall where Mistress Marna had gone. She slowly moved from the bench and opened the sliding glass door. She could smell the salty breeze and hear the ocean as waves were lapping onto the shore. The pool down below reflected the sparkling rays of the setting sun. She crossed over to the bed and decided to lie down and rest still feeling physically and emotionally drained.

*****

"Are you hungry Angel?" a male voice said as a gentle hand shook her shoulder.

Angel's eyes sprang open. She realized that she had fallen asleep and it was now dark outside; the chandelier was on and dimmed. She sat up in bed and looked into the handsome face of yet another slave. This one had dark raven black hair and warm brown eyes. Muscular, like the others, and tanned. The only difference; he spoke to her!

"Ah, yes ... yes, I am," she spoke at first tentatively. "Just let me wash up. I'll be right back." She scooted off the bed and walked into the bathroom then noticed that there wasn't a door to shut. Again she blushed, but decided to proceed with using the facilities and cleaning up.

When Angel returned to the room, Andrew had set up a table and chair for her. He was just shutting the sliding glass door, "We might get a storm tonight and wouldn't want to damage the carpet."

Angel calmed her heart, "May I ask your name please?"

He gave her a slight smile, "My name is Andrew." He left and returned quickly with a tray and proceeded to set a table service for her.

"Andrew?" started Angel, "How come you're talking to me?"

He gave a little laugh, "Because Mistress Marna said I was allowed to of course."

She nodded in understanding. Of course, no one did anything without Mistress Marna's approval; not even to talk to her.

"Is there something else you would prefer?" questioned Andrew since she had not started to eat.

"Prefer?" inquired Angel.

"To eat; I'm chef here. If this is not to your palate then I will be happy to prepare something else," stated Andrew.

"Oh," sighed Angel. She took a bite of the food in front of her. It was very delicious and she savored the flavor. "I don't recognize the entree Andrew, but this is wonderful. How did you learn to cook like this?"

Andrew sat on the velvet cushioned bench and smiled. "I've always loved to cook even as a child. My mom would teach me to cook different dishes. So, one day I asked Mistress Marna if I might learn to be her chef and she agreed. She sent me to Paris to learn at one of the best culinary establishments."

Angel stared in disbelief, "You just asked her to go and she let you?"

"Yes. Why do you find that hard to believe?" asked Andrew.

Angel blushed, "I'm sorry. I'm just new to all this and don't really understand how it all works."

"Oh," stated Andrew nodding his head in understanding. "In that case, is there anything which you would care to ask me that might clarify your understanding?"

"Well," started Angel, "if it's allowed, can you tell me how you became a slave and all that?"

"Let's see," began Andrew, "I was working my way up the 'corporate ladder' so to speak, but kept feeling that there was something missing in my life. "Ever had that kind of feeling?"

Angel nodded her head; she'd felt that way for the last two years now.

"Anyway, some other guys from the company where I worked were going out for a night on the town trolling for whores and asked me if I wanted to come along. Said they were going to go to this new club they had heard about. I said sure and tagged along with them; I didn't know it was a Masters/Mistress club.

After we entered and sat at one of the tables, you can imagine our shock at seeing these men and women wearing collars with leashes and being ordered to do things. The stage lit up and this guy, Master, came on with this woman on a leash with no clothes on. We just stared as he whipped her with a riding crop and then she was ordered to masturbate and orgasm. I excused myself and headed to the bathroom where I jerked off quickly. When I returned, the others were gone and left me with the tab.

I paid of course, but kept my seat. The next on stage with a Mistress and her 'male slut' as she called him. He was ordered not to cum and she proceeded to use a flogger all over his body and genitals. The more she flogged him; the more excited he became. He didn't last and came on the stage. Said she was disappointed in him, told him to lick up his cum while she whipped his ass hard until he finished.

I just sat transfixed watching him do it and getting another hard on in the process. Then I realized I had just gotten another hard on myself watching. This time I left and went home, but the scenes kept on playing in my head over and over again.

After of month of jerking off each night with those scenes, I decided that I believed I was a submissive and wanted a Mistress. I wasn't sure how to go about it, so I went back to the club and asked to speak with the manager. As it happened, the owner was there when I was talking about what I wanted. He asked if I be interested in a Master and I shook my head 'no'; I was only interested in pleasing a Mistress. He said he would put 'feelers' out and asked for my name, address and phone number. I gave it to him and left.

Another month went by before he contacted me again. Asked if I was free for a long weekend for an interview with a perspective Mistress; they would have to fly me to her. I jumped at the chance. He gave me directions and said I was to bring nothing except the clothes on my back; that I would be met, blindfolded and flown to her estate.

I was nervous. Even after I arrived, the hood was kept on my head and my arms were cuffed behind my back. There was a long jeep ride and then I was brought into a cool cell where I was left; no one spoke to me. After waiting, I don't know how long, I heard a door open again and then heard Mistress Marna speak. She told me who she was and asked why I had decided to do this. She listened while I explained my story to her and was silent for a while after that.

Mistress Marna told me that she would take me on a one month trial basis and provided me with a "safe" word. If in the one month I used the "safe" word during my training, I would be returned home and would not be allowed to contact anyone else. If after one month, I wished to continue my training as her slave I would be offered the conventional contract."

Andrew smiled broadly, "I never once used the "safe" word and have never regretted my decision. I believe I can tell you that the training was extensive. Mistress Marna is the most wonderful Mistress and I love being here with her."

Angel was listening intently while Andrew spoke. "But you're still her slave. How did she let you go to Paris? Wasn't she afraid you would run away?"

This time Andrew gave a healthy laugh which made Angel blush hard. "I'm sorry. Let me explain. I have been with Mistress Marna for ten years now. My contract was up long ago and I voluntary stay with her because I know this is where I belong."

Andrew continued, "In fact, when I was sent to Paris, I was lost without her. I did really poor my first term there; it was like I had no direction. I wanted to do really well for her, but was flunking badly. I guess the academy contacted her because she was the one paying the bill.

Mistress Marna flew in and I found her waiting for me in my suite when I returned from classes. You have got to understand, Mistress Marna does not like to leave the island nor to wear clothes; I had just made her do both. I dropped my books on the side table and ran to knell at her feet. She told me how much she was disappointed in me. That's all she said and stood there. 

I broke down and started crying; my heart ached so much that I had caused her any distress at all. You see, we all love her; all her slaves and we'd do anything she'd ask because we know we can trust her. She knows what is best for us. I tried to kiss her foot and she withdrew it like I wasn't even worthy enough to touch her. I kept crying for I don't know how long.

When I finished, she told me to stand and remove my clothes. I did as fast as possible. She instructed me to sit on the bed and I did so. I kept looking down at the floor fearing that she was going to send me away. She had stripped off her clothes and sat next to me and told me to close my eyes and turn my head towards her. She cooled my face with a damp cool cloth and placed one on the back of my neck.

When I had calmed down, she instructed me to lie on the bed on my stomach. I thought she was going to punish me, but she straddled me and I could feel her pussy pressing against my ass. The thrill sent excitement through me. She slowly gave me a back rub and in no time I was breathing hard and my cock was straining from the pressure of me lying on it.

Mistress Marna rose up on her knees and told me to roll over on my back. When I did, I just knew that my cock was pointed straight at her vagina; my eyes were still shut. I felt her move up and sit on my hips; felt my cock press on her ass and was struggling not to cry again. Then I felt Mistress Marna's breasts press against my chest, her lips on mine; felt her tongue slip into my mouth and she sighed. She sat up and told me to look at her.

I opened my eyes to discover that she had been crying. She had cried even as I had and I knew that she had hurt even as I had hurt; that's how much she cares for us. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts and leaned forward to kiss me softly, tenderly and with great passion. We made love several times that night and I held her sweetly to my body.

The next morning she was sitting next to me on the bed. She told me how much she cared for me and that she would help me get through the academy. She had already spoken with the school and next term I would be repeating my courses, but I would finish this term although I would receive poor marks. I was looking at her questioningly, 'help me get through the academy'? I didn't understand what she meant.

Mistress Marna kissed me softly and told me that once every month while I was in Paris she would fly in to be with me; to provide me encouragement and guidance. I would never know when she would be there, but to work hard each day as though she would walk through the door to inspect my work.

After that my studies came easily. I knew I never wanted to disappoint Mistress Marna again. I know I will serve her all my life and never wish to be separated from her again."

Angel noted that after Andrew had spoken, he smiled gently and his love for Mistress Marna was reflected in his eyes. She was moved by Andrew's story.

"Andrew?" asked Angel, "I don't see any of you wearing collars."

Andrew smiled at her question, "I had that same question when I came here too. Mistress Marna simply said that we weren't animals; we were human beings. She doesn't need a collar to command respect from her slaves."

"Well, I'd better clean up in here and get back if you are finished. I need to get dinner to the other two new slaves," said Andrew rising from the bench.

Angel looked at him questioningly, "Two new slaves?"

"Yes," answered Andrew, "Those two men that brought you here. Mistress Marna has been punishing them for their mistreatment of you. Let's see, she's been at it for about three hours now I guess."

Angel sat stunned. Mistress Marna was punishing them because of what they did to her. She wasn't sure what she felt right then. Part of her was happy revenge was being extracted and another part of her was happy because Mistress Marna cared. She had a lot to think about.

Andrew was just about to leave, "Andrew, one last question," said Angel.

"Yes," Andrew paused.

"Am I allowed to leave this room?" Angel said hopefully.

"Did Mistress Marna tell you that you could?" he inquired.

Angel bit her lower lip, "No".

"Then that is your answer," said Andrew as he left.

*****

Mistress Marna stretched her arms over her head flexing her sore muscles. She needed a good rough workout now to relieve her own tension. After all, she was the only one who did not orgasm through the whole punishment. She smiled thinking of the days ahead; completing Tom's training and maybe Angel's. She didn't concern herself with how Angel might feel having one of her tormentors training by her; Marna thought it would provide Angel with self control.

The door opened; Lance and Drew had returned, walked over and knelt at her feet. She smiled as she felt her pussy throb and her nipples get hard.

She walked to the intercom, "Andrew, you may feed the slaves when it is ready. Drew shall assist you."

"Yes, Mistress Marna."

"Drew, you will be giving me a rub down this evening after my bath. Draw a new bath for me in half an hour. Go assist Andrew."

"Yes, Mistress Marna," and he rose.

"And Drew, only you will be bathing me tonight," she smiled.

"Yes, Mistress Marna!" and she saw the broad grin cross his face. He turned and exited the room.

As soon as the door shut, Mistress Marna walked over to Lance. His cock was only semi-hard now. She intertwined her fingers in his hair caressing him. "Lance," she breathed sulkily in a bare whisper.

"Yes, Mistress Marna," he also answered in a strained whisper. 

She walked away and picked the remote off the bench. She crossed over to the raise mat platform and sat on the edge. She clicked on disc on and set it for continuous replay. 

"Lance, come here," she commanded. He came and knelt before the platform and she spread her legs open. "Just look at my pussy; I'm the only one in here today that didn't get any relief."

Lance's eyes stared at her beautiful pink slit; it was so wet; so inviting.

"Lance, please me. Your reward Lance; take me anyway you wish. This time you will pick your pleasure as your reward; remember, anyway you wish," and she hit the start button for the disc.

Lance stood up and looked at the screen of Angel's torture. She started screaming and screaming and his cock started to get hard again. Mistress Marna had said any way, but she knew his weakness; surly she didn't mean that. He looked at her eyes and saw her lust for him in them and gave a nod and smiled. His cock jerked suddenly; she had just given him permission to be rough with her.

All day he had wanted her; had to be milked by a pump to please her instead of pumping his cum into her; had gotten hard so many times that his cock physically hurt. He cleared his throat, "Come here!"

Mistress Marna scrambled off the platform and stood in front of him smiling. "Suck my cock! Show me how much you want it!" and he pushed her to the floor in front of him. 

She wrapped her mouth around the huge head of his cock and gently sucked to taste the pre-cum and to savor the taste.

"Is that the best you can do?" Lance sneered and grabbed her head to force her to take all of his cock down her throat. He started to pump hard into her mouth; wanted her to take his first load in her mouth ... her mouth, not some damn pump!

Marna massaged his balls; she could tell he was close by how wide his cock had grown. He was pumping ruthlessly in and out of her willing mouth. Felt him tense and then release his first shot of cum which she greedily swallowed. Lance was screaming with intensity and wild abandon being able to finally release.

After Lance's orgasm, he kept pumping Marna's mouth. He kept hearing the screaming and was building up again. He looked down at her and could see her lust too. He jerked his cock from her mouth, "Get on your hands and knees!" She turned over quickly and he was quick to spread open her legs; could smell her scent and his thumbs roughly forced open her pussy lips. 

He dove his tongue into her hot slit and she scream in delight; her scream edged him further into his lust. He wanted to hear her scream along with Angel's. He stopped and pushed her over on her back and straddled her pussy; his muscular knees forcing in her thighs and pinning her to the ground.

Lance grabbed her hands and forced them above her head with one of his hands and then proceeded to roughly massage first one breast and then the other. He pinch, squeezed and pulled on her nipples enlisting the desired screams he wanted. He saw the discarded cuffs on the floor and reached over to get them. He cuffed her and then stood her up. Brought her over to the ropes and suspended her arms above head in order to free both his hands.

He pawed her breasts now; he could do both at the same time. He loved her screams; it brought out all his lust at one time. He wanted to fuck her bad now, but wanted the screaming; her screaming. The clamps used on Tom still dangled from their hooks; he grabbed them and clipped them to her nipples. She screamed again; the weights were still attached.

Lance stepped quickly behind her and pulled her back to him stretching her nipples. She screamed again and he forced his hard throbbing cock into her cunt. She screamed again. He started to pound into her with all the force he had and as fast as he could; each one jarring her and sending spasms of pain through her nipples. He had his arms around her waist thrusting hard; he could feel he was so close now to coming. She was breathing faster too and she screamed as her orgasm overtook her body and then he came; his cum filling her and starting to ooze from her cunt around the base of his shaft.

Lance held on to Mistress Marna until his head cleared. He slowly removed his cock and went to retrieve the remote to stop the disc. He walked back over to her and had tears in his eyes. He undid a clamp and she screamed again, but he massaged her nipple with his tongue to ease her pain. He did it again when he removed the other clamp; then released her arms and carried her over to the platform. He lied down next to her and cried; knew he had hurt her; didn't want to hurt her because he loved her too much.


Marna felt light as a feather coming down from her orgasm; knew that she would be sore as hell the next day even after Drew's rub down. She snuggled closer to Lance; knew he felt remorse, but knew he needed this release; it was part of who and what he was. After a few minutes, she reached up to draw his face to hers. 

"My Lance, don't cry. We both needed this release," and she wiped the tears on his cheeks. "See Lance, no damage done," and she smiled. "You feel better now, don't you?" and she hugged him to her tightly.

"Yes, Mistress Marna," he said as he gazed lovingly into her eyes and let his fingers caress her hair. "I love you Mistress Marna, but I'm afraid that one day I will lose control and really hurt you. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did that."

"Then, do not lose control," replied Marna. "You have struggled long, but you have gained much; control is one thing you have gained. I'm proud of you."

Lance leaned over her and kissed her deeply; passionately. He nuzzled her neck and she leaned into his mouth. "Mistress Marna, permission to make soft passionate love to you."

Mistress Marna smiled and returned another deep passionate kiss, "Like you have a choice? Get on with it or I'll get the pump back out!" She smiled again.

*****

Drew was waiting in the bath when Mistress Marna arrived. She slowly sauntered in and waded across. She caressed his chest and lifted his chin with her hand so she could gaze into his eyes. She smiled and kissed him deeply.

"Drew, get the pillows. I'd like to soak a bit before you bathe me," and she walked over to a ledge at the edge of the bath. He walked out and retrieved two pillows and came over to her. He placed one behind her head and she eased back lying in the scented water. She looked up and smiled at Drew; he looked bewildered not knowing what to do with the other pillow.

"Drew, lay the other pillow next to me and join me," and she smiled up at him. A broad grin covered his face and he was quick to comply. He lied on his side not touching her although he wanted to. After a few minutes she opened her eyes and turned to smile at Drew. "Kiss me."




Angel's Story Ch. 04



Drew nestled closer and kissed her sweet mouth deeply; his tongue probing and tasting. His arms reached around her and pressed her nearer. She reached down and started to stroke his hard cock in the water which made him moan into her mouth. Then she released his cock and drew her arms around his neck. "Fuck me, my Drew ... in the water first. I want to feel you in me my Drew."

He slipped between her legs and she raised them; spreading them open for him. He felt his cock slip inside and she moaned with desire. She loved to fuck in the water and Drew was one man who enjoyed it also. The water flowing smoothly over and around them heightened their sexual sensation. Their two bodies locked into each other struggling for release; his cock feeling the heat of her vagina verses the coolness of the water each time he withdrew to plunge into her again.

Drew felt her shudder; knew she was getting closer and started to fuck her faster. He felt his balls tighten and knew he would cum soon and it would be in her; it was always a great turn on for him when he came inside her. "Mistress Marna, I'm so close," he raggedly said to her, "Permission to cum when you cum Mistress."

Even in the buzz of her impending orgasm, Mistress Marna smiled. "Yes, my Drew. When you make me cum, you may cum also." 

With her words, he started to pump faster and harder and she started to moan almost as a continuous sound; driving him more and more. Finally she clamped around his cock as her orgasm cascaded through her body and her fevered release started his own orgasm to release. They were holding tightly to each other; breathing hard and coming down and back to reality.

Mistress Marna smiled pleased and held Drew close to her body. Then she kissed him deeply again, "I think we'll dispense with the rub down tonight; maybe you can do it in the morning."

Drew smiled; he didn't care when he rubbed her down; tonight or tomorrow. He knew that his hands would be touching every inch of her beautiful body. His cock started to stir again. She felt it and smiled.

"I think we'll just get rinsed off tonight and you can oil me," she said as she stood to go over to the pipe. Drew was smiling and his cock was semi-hard again. He swung the pipe in to let the waterfall flow and stepped into the flow with her and rubbed his hands over her body to make sure there was no soap residue; but mostly to enjoy feeling her body.

Mistress Marna exited the bath and waited on Drew. He repositioned the pipe, exited and started to towel her off. She spread her legs and he gently toweled up the inside of her thighs to the lips of her shaved pussy. He wanted to lick them so much that he slightly trembled. Mistress Marna looked down at him and smiled.

"Is the oil warmed?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Marna. I put it on before I drew the bath."

"Do you know why I requested the oil?" she inquired smiling at him.

"To bring you pleasure Mistress," Drew decided to guess.

"No, Drew. To bring you pleasure. Your reward, Drew, your reward," said Mistress Marna as she slid her fingers through his hair.

Drew sucked in air and his cock just got the rest of the way hard. She was going to let him use her; his weakness she knew, but was going to let him do it. He leaned the side of his face on the inside of her thigh; his red hair was making a striking contrast to her golden legs.

"Bring me the oil Drew," she whispered to him, "Your reward my Drew. Do you not want your reward?"

"Oh, Mistress Marna!" exclaimed Drew, "Yes! Oh, yes!" and he rose to get the oil. He brought it back quickly and placed it on the counter. She stood in front of him and stepped in to kiss him and then stepped away.

"Lance worked my breasts over and my nipples are really sore my Drew. Massage oil on to my nipples. Watch them get hard between your oily fingers," and she pushed her breasts together and presented them to him.

Drew dipped his fingers into the oil and rubbed her nipples. She started to moan and her nipples did turn hard in his oily fingertips. The more he tried to grasp them and they slipped away; the more Mistress Marna moaned. His cock was standing straight out and waving in front of her.

"Drew, do you want me? Your reward, Drew," and she pulled away and bent over placing her hands on the counter. "Dip it in my Drew and place it where you truly want me to have your cum tonight. It's waiting for you. Do you not want it?" she was panting; anticipating his response.

Drew was breathing hard; his blood pounding in his ears. He reached for the container of oil and dipped in his cock and looked down at it shinning and glistening in the light. He moved forward and placed the head of his cock against her anus then shoved it in feeling the tight walls of her rectum squeeze around his cock. 

She moaned and humped back and he moaned and pushed further in. Then, he started to take her; the one weakness he truly had and she denied him this unless he earned it as a reward. Drew just loved to fuck her ass; he loved the thought of his cum filling her ass and he fucked her faster and harder. He wanted to feel himself shoot his load into her and knowing it was in her.

Mistress Marna was meeting him thrust for thrust. She felt another orgasm cumming; knew that Drew would not be asking permission for this; he would be too far into his lust. She started to rub her clit hard, but then he came and she felt his release. She smiled; she'd get release tonight with Andrew.

Drew held on after he released his cum into her ass. He laid his head against her bath breathing hard and trying to refocus him mind. She stood up and forward; his cock pop out of her ass and he knelt on the ground and lovingly kissed her feet. "Oh Mistress Marna," he expressed with such joy, "Thank you, thank you."

"You are welcome my Drew. Now, off to bed and some rest. You can clean up in here tomorrow."

He stood up and prepared to obey. Then he heard, "Kiss me, my Drew," barely whispered. He turned back and kissed her deeply and she returned it with just as much love. He nuzzled her neck and then left to go to his quarters.

*****

Mistress Marna stood in the bathroom of her suite and gazed into the mirror. She had cleansed herself, her ritual, after having so much sex. She wanted Andrew to have her bed tonight and smiled thinking of his kisses.

She walked to the intercom and asked Andrew to come to her. She waited by the bed; he entered and knelt at her feet. She smiled.

"Sit on the bed Andrew," she said and he did. "What did Angel ask and what was your response?" she inquired. He told her all; he always told her the truth. She smiled about his recount in Paris. It brought back wonderful memories of times shared.

She walked in front of him, "Look at me my Andrew," and he raised his head and gazed into her eyes. Her eyes; filled with love and lust. She bent down and kissed him; her tongue reaching out to his; probing, needing just as much as his did. She stepped back drawing him to stand up.

"I am here and this is not Paris, but you are still my Andrew. My bed is here to share. Do you want tonight my Andrew? To feel me next to you and wake with you?"

Andrew drew her into his arms kissing her deeply once again. She moaned as he nuzzled her neck and guided her over to the bed. They crawled into the bed, she placed his hands on her breasts and laid back ready for Andrew to make sweet love to her.



Angel's Story Ch. 05



Greetings readers! More in my "Angel" series of stories. Hopefully, you are reading this because you are not offended by graphic depictions of consensual sex between legal adults. If you are, please don't read any further! As always, I ADORE feedback. Please feel free to email or IM me to let me know what you think. Enjoy!

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For those who don't know much about my stories or me, here is a short background. I'm 29 (Happy Birthday to me) and have known for years I was rather different from most of the people I grew up again. Do you believe in past lives? I think in mine I was a madam or a mistress because I love sex. I know some people say that but I mean it. Sometimes, I think I'm obsessed. I think about it, love to do it, love to be photographed, love being watched, listened to, thought about, etc. I have very few no no's and I'm open to almost anything except water sports and pain. I love men and love my body. I have lived my sexual life openly and freely, giving as I chose, not letting myself be bound my narrow-minded hypocrites who wish they were half the person I was. 

However, I don't usually take lovers lightly. I don't care for one-night stands and don't do them often. What's the point? I prefer finding a man who can make me scream again and again. I am a plus sized gal and my type is easy to find - nice big thick men with strong arms and broad shoulders. I want a solid guy between my legs, not some skinny pretty boy who spends more time in front of a mirror than I do. I'm 5'6 and short legged, big busted, and curvy. I tan well but I'm mostly milky white. I have dark brown eyes and short shaggy brown hair with full lips and a great smile. 

It's been quite a while since I last sat down and wrote out some of my stories and so I thought I'd settle in and work on one while I had a few days to myself. Let me take you back a few years ago. It was November 2002. I had recently stopped seeing someone and was working on just settling back into single life. I had no real desire to be in a relationship, but I was open to finding a nice lover, someone who wouldn't interfere with what I had going on in my life except when I wanted them to. Enter Sgt. Warren. Mmm. Have I mentioned how much I love a man in uniform? Broad shoulders - check. Strong - check. Big - check. My father was a Marine and so I knew what I was getting into - strong aggressive minded and blunt. Okay. Let's go with this one.

We talked off and on for a few weeks before it finally came out that he was closer than I thought he was. I'd been more leery lately with all the online worries out there. He worked at the airport down the road from me doing security and we decided to meet for lunch. I honestly hadn't thought much of it before we met. I knew he was a little older than I normally went for and wasn't sure that he was looking for the same things. We hit it off immensely. He bought us some lunch and we spent his lunch hour talking and laughing. When he left, he gave me a quick hug and I felt how hard and strong he was through his jacket and suit pants. Surprisingly, I couldn't stop thinking about him. When I got home, I already had email from him waiting for me. 'Can't stop thinking about you - want to get a drink tonight?' I hadn't thought he was that interested at all!

Hmmm. A drink. I was surprised and told him so but agreed to meet him. I sent him an email with my address and talked off and on to him while I got ready. When he arrived after work, he knocked and I let him in. I remember him staring at me when I sat down to put on my shoes and looking up to ask him what was wrong. He just said nothing but kept looking at me. Now I was feeling self-conscious! Finally I stood up and he just grabbed me and kissed me. I felt my knees get weak; the man was an amazing kisser! I kissed back, tugging on his shirt as he wrapped his arms around me. I'm never one to turn down a prime opportunity and here was one all wrapped up and ready to play right in front of me. He pulled back and looked at me. 

"I've wanted to do that all afternoon!" he exclaimed. "God you have the most kissable lips!" 

"I didn't think you were interested. " I started in. 

"Oh no, I am. Just didn't think you liked older men" was all he said. 

"Oh no, I do!" I reassured him. He was kissing me again before I finished the sentence. 

His hands were everywhere. We hadn't even moved away from the doorway. I felt him push me back against the wall and grind against me. I had my hands inside his winter coat and was pushing it down his shoulders. It was like something had snapped in both of us and we were wild to get our hands on each other. He was holding on to my hips and pushing his hips against mine while I just ran my hands all over his shoulders and chest. We never stopped kissing. He moved his hand up my shirt and over to my breasts and started slowly caressing them as we kissed. I pulled away from him and grabbed his other hand and put it on top of my breasts too. 

"Touch me," I panted as I put my lips to his ear to nibble and suck on the lobe. My hands were on his shoulders, our feet spread apart while he slowly flicked and teased my nipples through my bra. He pushed up my shirt and cupped his hands over the top of the lace, teasing the nipples through it. I instantly got soaking wet. I could feel my pussy tingle and my nipples go rock hard. I knew I was breathing hard and I reached down and pulled his ass towards me, wanting to feel him hard and grinding against my crotch. He slid his lips to my ear and started whispering dirty things to me.

"Want to feel that do you?" he asked softly, his tongue licking my neck lightly. "Want to dig those nails into my back while I fuck you?" he growled. I was moaning and my knees were weaker. "Want me to make you scream as you cum on my cock?" I couldn't believe how turned on I was and he hadn't done anything but touch my nipples and kiss my lips! I pushed him away from me and reach up quickly to unhook my bra. When my breasts fell into his waiting hands, he pushed them up and squeezed them together and started to suck and bite on them. I grabbed his face and pushed it into my tits. I was going nuts, I could feel my orgasm building up and we weren't even really naked!

Before I could stop him, he grabbed my waist and fell backwards. I know I let out a short yell because I was so startled but he had a hold of me and he aimed us for the couch. Thankfully, we made it. I landed on top of him and automatically sat up straddling him. Now I could really feel the outline of his dick as I was sitting right on top of it. I remember rubbing myself against the seam of the jeans I was wearing and feeling my clit get harder as I ground my self against him. He still had his hands on my torso so he lifted them up, taking my shirt with them. I was topless on my couch, straddling a man I hadn't known 24 hours who was rock hard and squeezing my tits and pushing his dick against me. Wow.

I leaned down and teased him with my tits. I'm large chested, 46DDD (no I'm not lying), and so when I leaned up my nipples pointed right at his lips. I kept moving my hips as I drug one across his open lips and then the other. Finally I squeezed his head in between them and shook him lightly. I could hear him laughing softly and I pulled back a bit. A muffled "Now I can die happy!" came from where I thought his mouth was and I started laughing too. He rolled us over, off the couch and landed gently on top of me. Suddenly, I wasn't laughing. 

He leaned back as I laid there touching him and took off his shirt. I played with my nipples, licking them, and teasing them. He was trying to take off my pants when I decided to take charge. Tugging off my jeans, I pushed him down my legs and slid out from under him. With him leaning back against the foot of my couch, I kneeled in front of him and undid his belt. He immediately grinned. I opened his pants to get a look at this cock I couldn't wait to feel and taste. He popped right out of his boxers and was probably about 7". He wasn't too thick or too big, more like just about right. I leaned in and licked the top of his cock as I looked up at him. 

We laid back to get comfortable and I jerked his dick for him while he pushed his pants down further on his legs. I leaned over his stomach and cupped his balls as I touched him. He laid his head back and groaned. "God," he said, "it's been at least 3 or 4 months since someone did that!" I guess being new in town had its disadvantages. I opened my mouth and put my lips around the head, sucking in as I slid my mouth all the way over him. Since he wasn't too long, I could take him most of the way before I gagged. I don't get the whole deep throating thing, I've never been able to do it without almost making myself sick, but I try! With him in my mouth I started squeezing the base of his dick and sucking and licking my way back up. I moaned while I did this, knowing the vibrations would keep working him up. 

I don't know if he watched me or not. I just let him lay back and play with my hair while I sucked his dick. I could feel his thighs tensing up and I knew he was getting closer. Not wanting a mouth full of cum, I pulled back and looked up at him. His eyes were closed and he was breathing through his mouth. He opened them and looked at me, grinning. He rolled us back over so he was on top of me again and spread my legs. 

"I thought I would let you know, I'm going to fuck you till you scream now," he whispered softly as he leaned down to suck on my neck. His hands were on my thighs, spreading them wider so he could slide closer to my vagina. I moved my hips, trying to scoot down so I could wrap my legs around him. "No no," said, "I'm in charge of this ship now". He grabbed my hands from his chest and pulled them up over my head. He pushed forward and I felt him slide the head of his dick inside me. I groaned and tried to wrap my legs around him again. He pushed all the way in and bit down on my neck. I screamed softly in shock and locked my ankles behind his ass. 

"Oh fuck yes!" I yelled and started moving my hips. He slid in and out finally letting go of my hands so I could hold onto him. I could feel my self start to cum as soon as he got a good rhythm going. It had just been too long for me. He felt me and started to speed up. Sucking on my neck, my ears, my nipples, moving his hands over my body, I just kept moaning and egging him on. He pulled back and pulled out, jerking himself off on my tits. 

We saw each other off and on for several months before he finally gave up the ghost and got sucked back into getting back together with his estranged wife. I still hear from him and we reminisce about the good times we had. Who knows what the future holds? 



Angel's Story Ch. 05



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Angel woke to bright sunshine streaming into the window; she stretched and made her way into the bathroom. When she walked back into the room, Mistress Marna was standing by the sliding glass door. She quickly lowered her gaze to the floor, walked over and knelt down at her feet.

Mistress Marna smiled at Angel's bent head knowing she had made her decision. "Are you absolutely sure of your decision then Angel?" she spoke quietly, but with command.

Angel swallowed and was nervous, "Yes Mistress Marna. I wish to be your slave."

"Very well; follow me," said Mistress Marna and walked out of the room. 

Angel rose and quickly followed her new Mistress out into the hall and back down the staircase. It was the same route she had traveled the previous day when Drew had helped her to the bath. Mistress Marna led her to the same cell she had waked to.

"This is your cell for the duration of your training. Enter and kneel on the floor by your bed, knees spread apart and hands resting palm down on your thighs," Marna commanded.

Angel immediately went in and did as she was commanded. The floor was cool and her knees were unaccustomed to kneeling on a hard surface. Mistress Marna came over to inspect her position.

"Spread your thighs further apart; your cunt should always be available for inspection and use. Sit up straight and thrust your breasts forward; always keep your eyes downcast," she commanded. 

"I will provide you with a complete list of expected behavior; I expect you to memorize it in one day. Any violation will result in immediate punishment; it will be harsh. Afterwards, you shall thank your Master or Mistress for the punishment you received because it will help to make you a better slave." Mistress Marna observed that Angel started breathing a bit faster; she was excited.

"You are to never question a Master's or Mistress' command; we know what is best for you and you never speak unless commanded to do so. Do you understand these few instructions I have given you?" said Marna.

"Yes Mistress Marna," replied Angel. She felt nervous and excited at the same time.

Mistress Marna squatted down on the floor and reached down to bring Angel's chin up and looked directly into her eyes, "You will not orgasm unless it's by my command. If you masturbate or touch yourself in any sexual way without my permission you will be punished. Your body is mine to do with as I wish; your only thought is to obey my commands immediately and without question. You will be provided razors and you will remove all hair from your body except the top of your head." Marna let go of her chin and Angel once again lowered her head.

"Yes Mistress Marna," Angel replied. 'Oh my God!' she thought. 'What have I done?' but it was too late to go back now.

"You are to remain in that position until I release you," said Mistress Marna as she exited the room.

Angel was alone with her thoughts, but she remained perfectly still as Mistress Marna had requested. Someone came into her cell and placed a stand next to the sink and then left again. She didn't know how long she was going to be kept in this position; the waiting was playing on her nerves.

Mistress Marna had gone to the monitor room where she could observe both slaves having given them the same set of commands. She put in corresponding discs to record their rooms and left to make contact. Gary was to be picked-up that afternoon by his new Master and the plane would be flown away; arranged by the Inner Circle.

The Inner Circle was quite pleased that Mistress Marna was willing to buy Angel's contract. They would personally see to Master Ted and his devious dealings. A bargain was struck and she now had the new contract ready for Angel's signature.

Marna returned back to the monitor room and viewed the discs; the slaves had stayed in the positions and were still waiting for her. She had both contracts with her and their rules to memorize.

She stepped over to the intercom, "Lance, come in here."

"Yes Mistress Marna," he said.

Lance entered and knelt at her feet.

"You may stand. This is day one for the new slaves Lance," she said and smiled.

Lance smiled remembering his first day.

"Go into the shower stall and take a very, very long shower in the first shower bay. You are to stay until they both have left and then join me here unless something happens. Shortly I will send Angel in to take her shower and then Tom. I will observe from here and send in Drew at the appropriate time if necessary," said Mistress Marna.

Lance understood. It would be their first test, "Yes Mistress Marna."

Marna stepped into the doorway of Angel's cell. Angel was unsure if she should go over and kneel or remain where she was; she decided to remain. 

Marna smiled, "Why didn't you come and kneel at my feet when I entered?" she inquired.

Angel's face showed her confusion, "I wasn't sure Mistress Marna so I remained here waiting for your command to be released."

"You did well. That was correct because I had not released you. I do so now. Stand." command Mistress Marna.

Angel remembered the day before when Mistress Marna had told Lance and Drew to stand and the posture that they had taken. She stood with legs spread apart, hands behind her back and her head and eyes down.

Mistress Marna was pleased. 'Bright girl; learns fast' she thought.

"That is almost correct," said Mistress Marna. "Clasp your right hand around your left wrist." Angel complied.

"Well done Angel," said Mistress Marna. The praise made Angel blush, but she also felt warm inside that her new Mistress was pleased.

"I have brought your contract ready for your signature," and Marna held out the pen and contract to Angel.

Angel smiled and took both and signed her life over to Mistress Marna for the next ten years. She somehow felt relieved and happy; like something was now complete. She handed them back to Mistress Marna, but kept smiling.

"Here is your set of rules and behavior," said Mistress Marna. I expect you to read and reread them for 15 minutes; I'll set the timer," and she nodded to the stand that had been delivered. On it was a timer, toothbrush, toothpaste and razors.

"You are then to use the toilet and then brush your teeth. The door across the hall contains a large shower stall; go shower and shave. Return here and braid your hair in a single braid down your back; this will be standard. After you have completed your tasks, you will assume your position by your bed and begin to memorize the rules." Mistress Marna crossed over and set the timer and then left to proceed down the hall to Tom's cell. 

Angel knelt to do as her Mistress ordered.

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Mistress Marna stepped into Tom's cell. He smiled, but remained as he had been ordered.

Mistress Marna was pleased. She went through the same set of instructions as she had with Angel. Now, though, there was one difference.

"Tom, do you wish to be my slave? Your body will be mine to do with as I wish; your only thought will be to obey my commands immediately and without question," asked Mistress Marna.

Tom smiled, "Yes Mistress Marna."

"Sit on the edge of your bed and listen," she commanded. He lowered himself to the bed, but kept his gaze on the floor.

"A standard slave contract is for one year. At the end of that year, I will pay you $100,000 dollars." She observed and waited to view his reaction.

Tom's mouth dropped open in shock which quickly changed to a smile. He wanted to hug her, but knew he could not move.

"At the end of your year you will be given the option to stay or leave. If you leave, you will never be able to return. If you stay, then it is as my slave and you forfeit the money as it will go for your maintenance and care. You now have my permission to look at me and speak this time." She waited to see what he would do.

Tom looked up into her eyes. He noticed how beautiful her green eyes were and how beautiful her body was; his cock started to get hard.

"Mistress Marna. I want to be your slave. You have given me more pleasure than I have found elsewhere. I will train hard so that I will please you. I don't think I will want to leave you," he smiled at her. "What of Gary? Will he be staying too?" Tom inquired.

"No he will not," replied Mistress Marna, "he has requested a Master instead and will be leaving this afternoon." Tom nodded his head in understanding.

"I have brought the contract for your signature," and she held out the contract and pen.

Tom smiled broadly and took both, signed them and then returned them to her. He lowered his head and returned his gaze to the floor.

"You are to take a razor and proceed to the shower stall at the end of the hall; last door on the left. Once you have cleaned and shaved both face and pubic hair, you will return here to brush your teeth and go to the bathroom. Afterwards, you will resume your position by the bed and begin to memorize these rules. You are released to go." Mistress Marna left and proceeded back to the monitor room. She had timed it so Tom would enter after Angel was already in the shower.

Once in the monitor room, Mistress Marna commanded Drew to join her in case Lance might need assistance; then they just observed and waited to see how the new slaves reacted to their first test.

Angel was now ready for her shower. She picked up a razor and proceeded across the hall; she heard water running. When she stepped around the corner, she saw one long shower stall which contained three bays; Lance was taking a shower in the first. Mindful of her instructions, she walked past Lance and proceeded to the end shower, turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. She picked up a bar of soap and slowly lathered her body and turned her back on Lance.

Angel carefully shaved her cunt; making sure it was completely smooth. Then she shaved her legs, under her arms and rinsed off completely. She proceeded to close her eyes and run her hair under the water; she heard the shower next to her turn on. Startled she turned and looked into Tom's eyes; they both stared at each other. Tom turned his back to her and stood under the water.

Anger surged through Angel. Her scream startled both Lance and Tom, but Lance wasn't fast enough. She raked her nails down Tom's back drawing blood and shoving him forward into the wall by the force of her attack. Lance finally reached her and twisted her arms behind her back careful to avoid her claws.

Mistress Marna walked in and over to Tom. He was shaking a bit and his back was still bleeding. "Drew, help Tom to his cell and call Andrew to bring the First Aid kit. Lance, lock her in her cell; pity ... she was doing so well too."

"Yes Mistress Marna," they both replied.

Lance walked a dejected Angel to her cell and then shut and locked the door. Angel stood shaking, but not because she was cold; she was afraid. She had just damaged one of Mistress Marna's slaves, had disobeyed her instructions and knew she was going to be punished; she started to cry.

Mistress Marna had hoped Angel would have been able to control herself. She had started her training well, but had failed the first test. She would be punished, but not until Marna calmed down. She took a deep breath and proceeded to Tom's cell.

Drew had Tom lie on his stomach and was cleaning the scratches with sterile saline. Mistress Marna walked in carrying a jar. "Leave us," she commanded. Drew and Andrew left and shut the door.

She sat on the edge of the bed, "I've brought something that will take the pain away and help heal your back. Hold still and I will apply it and then bandage your back," she said soothingly.

Tom felt her apply the cool ointment across one of the scratches and the pain stopped. When Mistress Marna finished; she bandaged each mark; "Lie on your back Tom and see how that feels."

Tom eased over and was surprised that there wasn't any pain. Mistress Marna then caressed his cheek and his cock responded; how he didn't know. He closed his eyes and in his mind he saw Mistress Marna's face, but his body was quite aware of her naked hip next to his and the caress of her fingers on his face.

He felt her get up and then, to his surprise, she straddled his body and leaned forward to kiss him. He started to breathe faster in his excitement, but kept his hands and arms firmly at his side.

"Look at me," command Mistress Marna.

Tom opened his eyes. She was so beautiful straddling his hips. He wanted her so much and was straining for self-control. He was amazed at how hard his cock was considering there wasn't any screaming; that was usually his stimulus.

"You did well Tom. You followed my instructions and your behavior was what it was suppose to have been. I'm sorry you were hurt," she said as her finger trailed his chest. He smiled at her praise.

"I need to calm down Tom," she sighed and bent over to kiss him again.

"I'm going to ride your cock now Tom. You have my permission to cum after I have had an orgasm," and she rose up and guided Tom's hard cock into her hot wet pussy. Tom closed his eyes and gave a long low moan of pure pleasure.

"My Tom," sighed Angel, "open your eyes, hold me, kiss me and thrust your cock into me," said Marna as she ground her pussy around the base of Tom's cock.

Tom's eyes sprung open and his arms pulled her down to him. His mouth covered her's and his tongue probed deep trying to taste all of her. His fingers caressed her firm breasts, tweaking her nipples lightly; mindful not to inflect any pain on her. 

Just the fact that she was with him caused him extreme pleasure unlike anything he had ever felt. She rode his cock; he met her with hard thrusts of his own. She was moaning and breathing faster; he could feel his balls tightening up and concentrated on holding back until she came. 

The more he held back, the harder he'd thrust into her hot wet slit. He heard her moan and shudder as her orgasm started. When her vaginal muscles contracted around his cock, he started to release his load of sperm into her. She collapsed on top of his chest breathing hard; his hands caressing her back and holding her. His ordeal and then the sex was enough to drain what energy reserves he had left; he drifted off to sleep.

Mistress Marna smiled down at Tom and lightly kissed his lips; he was asleep. She carefully lifted herself and went over to the sink. She cleaned herself and then cleaned his cock of their mixture of cum. She picked up the jar and returned to the monitor room. Once screen showed Tom sleeping and the other showed Angel pacing back and forth in her cell.

She stepped over to the intercom, "Lance come in here."

Lance appeared immediately; he was only down the hall in the playroom. He knelt down at her feet awaiting her commands. He heard her sigh loudly, "St. Andrews Cross," Mistress Marna spoke with cold anger. He knew she only used that in extreme punishment.

"I took the liberty of setting it in place Mistress in case that was your decision," he answered.

Mistress Marna smiled and reached down to touch his head. "Lance she'll be doing a lot of screaming. I expect you to be prepared. Get Drew, drag her over and strap her up. I'll meet you there."

"Yes Mistress Marna." He left to do her bidding.

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Angel heard a key in the door and turned toward it holding her breath. Lance and Drew stepped in a grabbed her and walked her down the hall to another door. She saw a large 'X' shape beams in the center of the room fitted with straps. 

"No!!!!" she screamed and tried to struggle out of their hands, but they were too strong for her. They secured her tightly with her backside fully exposed. Just then the door opened and Mistress Marna walked in. Angel started shaking in fear.

"You disappointed me Angel," said Mistress Marna as she walked to the side of the cross. Angel made sure to keep her eyes downcast.

"You disregarded my instructions, attacked and damaged my property, you did not assume the obedience position when placed in your cell, and you spoke and struggled when you knew you had to be punished," Mistress Marna spoke coldly with anger.

Angel was crying, "Please Mistress Marna, I'm so sorry!" she cried.

"Silence!" commanded Mistress Marna. "I did not tell you that you could speak! You will receive your punishment and you will learn from this! I told you that punishment would be harsh. Let's see if you remember anything else I instructed." commanded Mistress Marna.

"Drew. The cat," command Mistress Marna.

"Yes Mistress Marna and he went swiftly and brought her the cat-of-nine-tails whip.

"You left ten scratches on his back. You will receive ten lashes for each mark. You will count them out as 'One Mistress Marna; Tom please forgive me, Two Mistress Marna; Tom please forgive me, and so on. If you forget you will receive extra lashes until you remember. We will begin now," and Mistress Marna laid the first blow across Angel's left ass cheek.

Angel felt the whip bite into her ass; she screamed.

"I'm waiting or do you wish additional already for forgetting," said Mistress Marna.

Angel tearfully replied, "One Mistress Marna; Tom please forgive me." Angel screamed and cried as Mistress Marna lashed her backside. She got to "Fifty Mistress Marna; Tom please forgive me."

Mistress Marna looked at the welts covering Angel. "Turn her around now for the last set," she commanded. Lance and Drew quickly undid her restraints and bound her again with her back pressed against the cross. The punishment continued as Mistress Marna crisscrossed Angels front with welts as well.

Angel finally got to, "One hundred Mistress Marna; Tom please forgive me," and hung her head and cried.

Mistress Marna was waiting, but Angel did not reply. She brought the cat down again and hit the top of her mound, "You have already forgotten your instructions?"

Angel's mind raced, "Thank you Mistress Marna for punishing me to make me a better slave."

Mistress Marna nodded at Lance and Drew. They rose from their kneeling position on each side of the cross and released Angel. Angel shakily approached Mistress Marna and knelt at her feet, head down and was still crying.

Mistress Marna looked down at Angel, "You are to cut your nails, file them down and keep them that way for the duration of your stay here. Take her back to the shower." Mistress Marna left the room.

Lance and Drew waited for Angel to stand. They escorted her back to the shower and waited while she cleaned. She had just finishing rinsing her hair when Mistress Marna appeared. All three slaves came to her and knelt at her feet.

"Drew; take this and braid her hair back into a single braid," and she handed him an elastic to tie the braid off with. "Angel; stand before me," she commanded.

Angel rose, but kept her eyes downcast. "Lance; hold the jar," instructed Mistress Marna. 

Mistress Marna proceeded to rub an ointment all over Angel's body. Angel was amazed at how fast the pain went away. She had looked at her body under the water and the red marks left by the whip, but noticed that none had broken her skin. She was sure that Mistress Marna could have easily flayed her skin open, but didn't.

After rubbing the ointment all over Angel's body, Mistress Marna raised her chin and looked into her eyes, "Better?"

"Yes Mistress Marna and thank you," Angel replied.

Mistress Marna looked at her sternly, "You have disappointed me. You have failed your first test. I expect this punishment to teach you discipline. Do not fail me again."

It was said with finality Angel knew. If she could not prove herself worthy to be Mistress Marna's slave, she would be either given back to Master Ted or sold again to someone else and she didn't want that to happen.




Angel's Story Ch. 05



"Yes Mistress Marna," Angel said and again cast her glace down.

"You will go to your cell, cut and file your nails then take your position and memorize your form. When Andrew brings your meal, you will clean up, eat and then resume studying. When your light dims, you will go to bed. Tomorrow we will start again." Mistress Marna retrieved the jar from Lance and left.

Angel did as she was instructed and left for her cell.

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Tom dozed, but was awaken by the soft hand of Mistress Marna on his shoulder. He quickly cast his eyes down, but his cock began to stir again. He couldn't explain why she had this affect on him; she was the only woman he had ever known who did though.

"I have come to reapply more ointment; turn on your stomach," Marna instructed.

Tom turned over on his stomach and she removed his bandages. "I will apply this ointment and bandage your wounds for tonight. By tomorrow, you will no longer need the bandages." She went through and completed the process.

"You may get up now and assume your position and start to memorize the rules." said Mistress Marna. She stood and waited for Tom to comply.

Tom rose from the bed and knelt down of the floor in the position she had taught him that morning; if it was morning. He wasn't sure since his cell had no windows. He took the paper off the end of the bed to begin his memorization.

"You have been asleep for four hours." said Marna. Tom jerked in startled response; 'how did she always know what they were thinking' he thought.

"Angel has been sufficiently punished; there will be no repeat behavior," said Mistress Marna quietly and with cold command.

Flashes of his and Gary's punishment swirled through his mind. He had no doubt that Angel had received 'sufficient punishment' by Mistress Marna. He nodded his head in understanding and resumed to look at his list.

"I have informed Andrew to go ahead and feed you now since you have missed meals. When you have finished, you will assume your position and keep studying the rules. When the lights dim, you will go to bed. More training will proceed tomorrow." With that Mistress Marna left his cell.

Tom smiled and resumed memorizing his list.



Angel's Story Ch. 06



I'm sure some people will wonder why I get on here and write these stories for all the perverts out there to read. I don't know. I know like I've said before, I'm into sex more than the average girl, but I just find that I enjoy knowing that someone is sitting out there with his dick out reading my story. That by what I write, they are vicariously getting off on something that got me off so well. Standard disclaimer: If you are offended by graphic descriptions of consensual sex between two legal aged adults, please don't read any further and consider getting some help; you have issues. Here is another in my Angel's Adventures series. I'm a lot younger, but still legal. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed doing it! 

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May, 1995 – I'm back home in my town and it's race season. I've never said exactly where I live, but let's just say there's this AMAZING race in the month of May. I'm almost 20 and living life to it's fullest. My college classes are out and I hadn't started work yet so there was nothing to stop me from going down to the track's strip and enjoying the night before the race activities. For anyone who's ever been to my fair city, they know that while the race was big, back in the 90's, the snake pit and the "strip" around the track was bigger. 

Back then, I was cute and curvy with chest length brown hair, big brown eyes, and a truly impressive cleavage. I knew it too. I met this guy, John, through a friend of mine and we had gone out a few times. I wasn't too experienced yet and he was seriously older – 33 to my 19 years old. He was taking his time with me though, I'm sure he thought I was worth the effort. I was. I knew he was interested in me, but I also knew he was a bit of a player. He had dated several girls off and on and a few were still interested. Things had gotten interesting more than a few times when one of us ran into one of his exes. 

I dressed in the typical 90s style short skirt and tank top sets that were popular then. Mine was more of a schoolgirl style as it flared like the cheerleader/school girl skirts do. I have short legs so it hit above my knees instead of mid thigh. My tank top barely covered my chest. I had my breasts in a push up bra to make the most of them. I knew it would help if I wanted to get into any bars or get drinks tonight. I was going down there with friends, but I knew that if they decided to hook up, I was on my own to get home. Thankfully, I lived close enough to the track that I could hoof it if I had to. Hopefully, I wouldn't have to. 

We were drinking and partying our way down Georgetown Road when I ran into some of my girlfriend's friends who were an older set. I was the youngest and instead of letting that stop them, they took me with them, hoping I'd be able to get in. I did. Imagine my surprise when I ran into John flirting his way through the bar. I decided to sit back and let it see where things would guide me. Never one to turn away a free drink, I waved to my friends as they went to play pool and I sat down on a bar stool and waited. A nice enough guy soon joined me and we chatted for a bit while he bought me shots and tried to get me toasted. Unfortunately for him, I drank like a fish back then and a higher tolerance for alcohol than most of the frat boys at my school. He eventually wandered off and I decided now was the time to go torment John. Liquid courage coursing through my veins, I went out on to the dance floor and worked my around so that I'd be by him if he turned around. I didn't even bother to find a partner, but just let myself get caught up in the music. 

Eventually I "accidentally" bumped into John by stumbling. I let him catch me, my arms going up to wrap around his neck. "Oh, so sorry!" I said, pretending to try and catch my balance. His hands went to my waist and straightened me. 

"Angel?" he questioned. I pretended to not recognize him and peered up at him. 

"Yea?" I said. "Do I know you?" I asked, stepping back. We were now standing in the middle of the dance floor, with the girl John had been dancing with glaring at me. I thought she looked familiar, like maybe she was one of the ones he'd been with before me. 

"It's me, John," he said, "Um, Angel, ah, what are you doing here?" He looked around, realizing we were in a bar. 

"Oh, you know, night before the race, out with friends," I said, trying to pull off casual. I fake stumbled and let him catch me again. By this time, I knew I had him. I looked over at the girl and saw her try to grab his other arm. He sort of shook her off and grabbed my arm at the elbow, leading me off me the dance floor. 

"C'mon, let's get you out of here. I don't think you're in any condition to be out right now," he said. 

I turned and winked at the girl he left standing on the floor and leaned into him. Yes, I know I was a bitch. Never let it be said that I wasn't devious. I was right though, I did know her. That made this even sweeter. I held onto his waist and stumbled along. We made it to a quieter corner and he propped me up on some stools. I made sure my hair was down around my shoulders and my tank top gapped as I leaned slightly forward in the chair. 

"Angel, what are you doing in here?!? You're not even 21 yet!" 

I hissed at him to be quiet. "Are you trying to get me kicked out?!?" I asked. "I came with friends, they just ham.. happ.. happened to go off and do their own thing. Some nice guy bought me a few drinks. I was just... having fun," I said, blinking up at him innocently with my puppy dog eyes. 

Oh he was toast. I knew he was sinking. He just looked at me for a moment as I looked back. I'd like to think I knew what he was thinking but I didn't. I didn't care either. I knew I'd gotten what I wanted and that was his full attention. I honestly didn't care that he'd been with some other girl, I knew he was with me now. It just didn't matter. Something seemed to make up his mind and nodded his head. 

"C'mon," he started, grabbing my arm again. "Let's go get you some fresh air," he finished and helped me up. As we walked, I realized he was leading me towards the back, not the front and I stopped and looked at him. 

"Where are we going?" I asked, not sure if this was where I had wanted this situation to lead. 

"Out the back, it's easier than walking a drunk underage girl through the front doors. This way you're safer. Besides," he looked up and looked around. "I think I saw some cops up there. Wouldn't want to get in trouble, would you?" Cops? I didn't remember seeing any cops but God knew I didn't want to get busted. My parents would have cracked down horribly as I was stuck living with them for the summer. I let him lead me through the bar to the back and out through some side doors. 

The warm, humid air hit us and I took a deep breath. It was sticky out here, but it had been so smokey in the bar, and my allergies were killing me. I leaned against some boxes and crates stacked behind the bar and took a few deep breaths. It was actually rather quiet out this way. We were off the main drag and it was getting late enough that things were winding down. I felt a small twinge of guilt at leaving without letting my friends know where I was, like we had arranged, but I had my pager on me and I figured someone would page if they were worried. I knew John and they knew him. Hopefully mutual friends would connect and no one would call home. 

John just stood back with his arms crossed and watched me for a few moments. Like I said earlier, he was older than me but not much taller; only 5'9 to my 5'6. He smiled a little and walked towards me. He put a hand on either side of my head and leaned in real close. "You're not fooling anyone Angel. I know you're not drunk. You just wanted me away from Heather." 

'Uh oh,' I thought to myself, 'this is going in a different direction than I had originally planned'. I tried to look innocent and intoxicated at once. 

"I don't know what you mean!" I stated somewhat indignantly. By now he was against me thigh-to-thigh, chest to um.. cleavage. He had his arms bent, but still on either side of my head so that I was boxed in. I started to breath a little faster. 'Where was this going?' I remember wondering, but I know that somewhere deep inside I knew. 

"I think you do. I think you wanted to get me away from Heather and have me all to yourself. Now you do." He moved in for the kill. With his lips just a few inches from mine and his eyes locked on mine, he said "Now what do you plan on doing about that? You took away my date for the evening. Are you going to replace her?" and he kissed me. Not gentle, like he had before, but passionate and demanding. He pushed himself against me so I couldn't move and slid his hands down to lock our fingers, holding my hands at our sides. He kissed me harder and deeper than he ever had before. At 19, I'd only been with a few people and none were as experienced as he was making it obvious he was. I moaned and kissed him deeper, feeling excited and turned on by being held down even as gently as he was. It was like I had no choice in the matter, though I am sure if I had fought he would have let go. 

He eventually did let go and leaned back a little, putting one hand on my shoulder to play with my hair and the other on my hip, caressing softly and moving in circles. "Cat got your tongue?" he asked, a soft smirk on his face. I shook my head and leaned in to kiss him this time.

I put my hands on either side of his face, kissing deeply with my tongue. His hands were on my hips, pulling me up and towards him so he could push his crotch against me, letting me feel how hard he was. I was panting and caught up in the moment. No one had ever pushed me this far and turned me on this much. His lips were on my neck, sucking and nipping at me while I just clutched his shirt and moaned, kissing his ear and biting on the lobe. He moved a hand down to my thighs to push up my skirt even farther. Wrapping one my legs over his hip, he cupped my ass in his hand and slid a finger between my legs. I jerked up from his mouth on me and looked up at him.

"What are you doing?" I whispered. We were in a semi-public alleyway!

"Enjoying you, aren't you enjoying me?" he returned and pushed himself at me again. Now that my leg was higher, the bulge from his hard dick ground right up against my pussy and all that was between us was my panties and his jeans. I moaned. 

"Relax Angel, and see where things lead you.." With that mysterious statement, his started to kiss me again, then put his hand back up under my thigh so he could finger me. By this time I wasn't even holding myself up. I was leaning against the wall with most of my weight being held up by his body, one leg around his hip, my other just barely reaching the ground. 

I knew I was turned on and wet but hearing his finger slide inside me as well as feeling it was amazing. He slid right inside me and started to slowly finger fuck me as he mimicked the movements with his tongue. I remember groaning and just clutching at his shirt, feeling myself rotating my hips and squeezing that finger. 

His lips moved to my ear and I heard him whisper how tight I was. Of course I was tight! I had only been with 3 people before him and none in almost a year! He knew how to play my body like it was an instrument. He slid a finger over my clit and stroked it as he went in and out. I felt the orgasm coming on and opened my eyes to find him staring intently at me. 

"Cum on my hand, Angel. Cum for me," he asked. He pinched my clit hard and I did. I bit his shoulder and buried my face in his neck to muffle the moans I was letting out. My hips bucked against his hand and I started shaking. He just held on, pushing against me, moving his hand over my pussy slowly, feeling how much wetter I got. When I finally slowed down, I started kissing him all over, up and down. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, that was amazing! Oh yeah, oh yeah," I kept repeating, touching and kissing him. We hadn't gone that far before and I was wild with the passion inside me. 

When I finally stopped twitching I realized our position had changed. I could feel his skin on my thighs! Realizing he must have undone his pants, I froze, suddenly nervous and a little frightened. He calmed me by running his hands over my back and kissing me softly. "Just go with it, Angel, just relax, c'mon Angel, shhh" he whispered and slowly slid forward so that I could feel the head of his cock moving back and forth the lips of my vagina. He wound me back up again, teasing my clit with his dick until finally, he reached up and pinched my nipple. I gasped and he slid home, all the way inside me. It'd been so long that I felt like he was just filling me up. He had to be thicker than the guys I'd been with before. He kissed me and moved my other leg up over his hips so I could lock my ankles behind him. 

He started sliding in and out, teasing me with a little grinding motion that put the ridge on his dick rubbing around my clit. I just laid back against the bricks and tried to hold on for dear life. I knew John would get me off again, I could feel it coming and I just wanted it to go on forever. He pushed down the top of my tank and kissed my breasts, pulling one out to suck on my nipples. He bit softly on it, sucking and licking then blowing cool air. I worked my hips harder against him and started panting again. He replaced his lips with his hand and put the other under my ass to give him some more traction. We were moving faster and I know I was hitting the wall but I didn't care. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and just rode his dick, my skirt sticking to us both. I came immediately and he finally slowed down. 

Pulling back a bit, I felt him start to slide off me. "No, uynh, no, no," I begged. "Please don't stop!" I grabbed his shirt and tried to pull him back in with my ankles. 

"Don't worry baby, I'm not, we're just moving positions." He waddled us over to the boxes and crates and sat me down. "Bend over," he directed. Bend over? At that point I'd never done doggy and never even heard of it. 

"Bend over?" I whispered. "What are you doing?" By now I was cooling down a little and realizing my shirt was down, my skirt was up, God knew where my panties were and his pants were around his ankles! We were a wreck! I felt him move me, guiding me so that I laid down flat on the heavy box with my ass in the air and my hands on the other edge. He spread my legs, and then moved in closer. I felt so exposed, my naked butt up in the warm air for anyone to see. He fingered me for a moment, teasing my clit that was still so super sensitive from my two big orgasms. I just jerked against the boxes, grabbing the other edge and moving my butt up and down. "YES!" I hissed, "Oh yeah!" He leaned over and licked the bottom of my spine; right where my ass starts to flare outwards and then slammed his cock inside me. 

We had to be making a ton of noise but I didn't care. We fucked like two beasts for a bit longer, his hands holding my hips and guiding me while he slid in and out. I felt his finger tease my asshole, something no one had done before and it sent me into another smaller orgasm. I was just flying high riding this wave when I realized I heard something. I slowed down, but he didn't, sliding in and out faster, pushing me back and forth on him. I moved my head, trying to see out of the edge of my eyes. What was it I heard? 

"I'm gonna cum," he warned me and I just moaned. I was safe and I knew he was clean. Right as he came, I saw what I'd heard. Down the alley, one of the other doors had opened and someone stood with a bag of trash in their hand watching us, frozen. It looked like another shopkeeper in the strip mall and at the point, I didn't care. In fact, knowing this older guy was watching me get the fucking of my life in an alley like some little slut whore was turning me on more than anything else. I closed my eyes and rode out John's orgasm, enjoying it for what it was worth. He sort of half collapsed on top of me panting when he was done. He was still half inside me, I could feel his cock twitching and getting softer. Suddenly the whole situation came home to me and I started laughing. I wiggled my ass, trying to get him off me. 

"John, get up!" I tried to say quietly. "Someone's down there, watching us!" He looked towards where I had heard the noises. 

"I don't see anything now," he said. "I hope whoever it was liked the peep show," He laughed and stood up, kissing my flank as he did. I stood up on my shaky legs and tried to find my panties. John pulled up his pants and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket. "Here," he said, "you can wipe up with this." 

We cleaned ourselves up and John finally drove me home that night. We didn't make it half way before having to stop and go at it again. But that, dear readers, is a story for another day.



Angel's Story Ch. 06



Angel opened her eyes when she heard a chime and the lights in her cell brightened. Her body ached and she looked down to see the welts still visible from her punishment. She forced herself from the bed and padded over to use the toilet. Afterwards she brushed her teeth and then headed to the shower. 

Unlike yesterday, she was alone and turned the water on in the first stall to begin her daily ritual. She sucked in air when the warm water hit her body; just another reminder of her failure. She gently and tenderly tried to wash her body, but it hurt badly and she started to cry.

Tom heard the chime also and rolled out of bed to start his morning routine. Unlike Angel, he shaved his face and crotch in his cell since he didn't get to do it the day before. He turned to proceed to the shower to complete his hygiene, but Mistress Marna was standing in the doorway. He hurried over and knelt at her feet.

"Sit on the edge of your bed and let me examine your back," she commanded.

Tom quickly rose and returned to his bed. She carefully peeled off the bandages and examined the scratch marks. "Is there any pain today?"

"No Mistress Marna," Tom replied.

"Good. I want you to go ahead and shower; then I'll apply some more ointment." She rose and left his cell.

Tom proceeded down the hallway and into the shower; he heard water running. He saw Angel crying and the red welts covering her body. A part of him was glad for her pain, but another part felt sympathy as well. This emotion shocked him; he had never had sympathy for anyone before. He walked past her and turned on the water in the second stall and proceeded to wash himself.

Angel briefly looked at Tom; she turned away to hide her shame. She decided to just stand under the water for a while longer and hoped it would drive the pain away.

Tom also cringed when the water hit his back and he quickly turned so it would hit his front instead. Although he tried to wash his back, his muscles were stiff and sore and he could not reach to do it.

Angel glanced over, noticed Tom's difficulty and guilt flooded her again. She decided to help, lightly touched Tom's arm and without speaking indicated that she would wash his back for him.

Tom was leery but nodded his agreement. Angel lathered her hands and slowly, gently washed Tom's back avoiding putting any pressure on the scratches she had made. When she had finished Tom leaned forward and let the water run down his back. He smiled, nodded and left the shower.

Angel finally managed to wash herself and returned to her cell. She brushed out her hair and placed it in a braid. Only thing left to do was assume her position on the floor and wait for further instruction.

Tom entered his cell and completed his hygiene. He crossed over to the floor and assumed his position as well.

Mistress Marna was not pleased; she had been observing. She picked up the jar of ointment and proceeded to Angel's cell.

Mistress Marna entered Angel's cell and crossed swiftly to her, "Stand."

Angel quickly stood and kept her head bowed.

"Follow me," and Mistress Marna left. Angel trailed her down the long corridor and then into another cell; Tom was kneeling on the floor.

"Kneel down by him," Mistress Marna coldly commanded.

"Angel, explain your actions," said Mistress Marna.

"I'm sorry Mistress Marna, what actions?" said Angel in a confused state.

"Are you telling me that you did not memorize the accepted behavior and guidelines that I gave you?" her voice coldly accused Angel.

"Yes Mistress Marna, I did," Angel said still confused.

"Then why did you touch another slave?" Mistress Marna accused her.

Angel swallowed hard, "Penance Mistress Marna. I'll accept more punishment, but he was having difficulty and I felt I owed it to you to assist him. I'm sorry Mistress Marna."

"Tom, explain your actions," she now addressed him as well. "Why was she allowed to touch you?"

"She offered to help Mistress Marna and I gladly took the assistance. It was wrong and I also will accept punishment," offered Tom. He knew he had forgotten the rule also.

"So, instead of seeking out your Mistress, you let someone else touch you; my property," Mistress Marna accused Tom. "Is she better than your Mistress Tom? You would prefer to have her touch over mine?"

Tom gasped, "No Mistress Marna. I'm yours completely ... I didn't think Mistress Marna. Please forgive me! Punish me in whatever way you want!" He couldn't even conceive not having her touch. Every time that she touched him, he would become aroused.

"Angel do you think you're a Mistress? That you can bypass any rule for your own convenience?" she accused.

"No Mistress Marna, you're my only Mistress. I would never consider that ever!" Angel cried. "Please punish me for my transgression!"

That's what Mistress Marna wanted to hear. "You will both be punished to remind you that I am Mistress here and that rules are set for a reason. In future; you will seek me out for assistance and decisions. Slaves do not think; they obey."

"Yes Mistress Marna," both replied.

"For now; Tom sit on your bed and I will apply the ointment." Tom quickly complied and his back was treated. "They are healing nicely. Now follow me," and she left the room with both slaves following quickly. They both knew the path and door that she was leading them to and their apprehension gripped them.

They entered the room and knelt at Mistress Marna's feet. Angel had noted that the 'X' beam she was strapped to the previous day was still in the center of the room. She swallowed hard and blanched; her body still sore from the previous day's punishment.

Mistress Marna didn't miss Angel's reaction. She crossed over to the intercom. "Lance to the playroom," she commanded.

Tom and Angel both were surprised, 'playroom' they thought of this as a 'punishment room'.

"Look at me," commanded Mistress Marna. 

They raised their heads and looked into her eyes. She pointed toward the beam, "I only use the St. Andrew's cross for severe punishment as in your case yesterday Angel. Yesterday was mild compared to what I could have done to you if I had not calmed myself first," and she looked into Tom's eyes on the last. His cock twitched remembering how she rode him to relieve her stress.

Lance entered and knelt at her feet. "Lance removed the cross and stay to assist in training today."

"Yes Mistress Marna." He quickly went and started to dismantle the beam.

"You two; come with me," and she started walking down further in to the room. She stopped at a padded bench.

"You will both kneel, bend over this bench and firmly grasped the handles set into the base. Your asses will be spanked for your arrogance and disregard for my rules. Twenty should be sufficient; ten on each cheek. You will count each stroke as it is given to you. If you move or remove your hands during your punishment, you will be given additional strokes until you stop moving or return your hands to the handles and then your count will resume."

Angel and Tom moved swiftly to bend over the bench and firmly grab the handles. Mistress Marna walked away and then returned.

Angel felt the paddle bite into the right cheek of her ass, "One, Thank you Mistress Marna." Her cheek felt hot when the next blow caught her left cheek; "Two, Thank you Mistress Marna."

Tom heard Angel's responses and braced himself, but when he felt the blow it surprised him that Mistress Marna could hit so hard, "One, Thank you Mistress Marna."

The paddling continued without incident as both slaves accepted their punishment. "Twenty," said Angel through her tears, "Thank you Mistress Marna for punishing me to make me a better slave." Marna smiled as Angel had remembered without being prompted this time.

"Let's hope your sore bottoms will assist your memory as to whom you belong to and what behavior you are to adopt from now on. Get up and follow me to the raised platform." She walked back to the center of the room where Lance was kneeling. "You too Lance," and she crossed over and sat on the padded platform.

Lance quickly knelt in front of Mistress Marna. Tom and Angel were having some difficulty in kneeling because of their well spanked rosy red cheeks.

Mistress Marna smiled, "You both will learn how to please me; ultimately to please any Master or Mistress who wishes to use you with my permission. 

"Lance you will sit up here; talk Angel through step by step on how to eat a cunt since she has never been with a woman before. Angel; get between my legs. You know what you like when someone goes down on you, so at some point you may want to try what feels right to you." Mistress Marna eased back and spread her legs open while Angel moved into position.

Lance looked down at Angel and wished he could change places with her. "Angel; use your tongue and lick Mistress from her puckered asshole all the way to her clit," he directed.

Angel stared for a moment and swallowed hard. She leaned forward and stuck out her tongue then licked Mistress' cunt the full length. Mistress Marna raised her hips slightly at the feel of the tongue. Angel smiled and decided that Mistress tasted good; better than she thought.

She closed her eyes remembering the one time that she truly enjoyed being eaten and what had been done to her. Angel opened her eyes and smiled at Lance and nodded at him. She was going to go solo to see how if she could please her Mistress, "Mistress Marna may I have permission to do it without instruction?" she asked.

Mistress Marna rose up on her elbows and looked at Angel's smiling face, "Lance come behind me and let me lean back against you while Angel attempts to make me orgasm." Lance maneuvered behind Mistress Marna so she would be between his legs and bracing against his body. "Continue Angel," and she leaned into Lance's strong body.

Angel decided to start with the outer lips and slowly sucked on them and pulled them with her lips. She would flick her tongue occasionally over the clit to tease it knowing this would build the orgasm better. She proceeded to the inner lips and attacked them the same way. Mistress Marna was breathing faster and moaning. 

By the time Angel started to tongue fuck her, Mistress Marna was crying out and humping her face. When she inserting two fingers in to rub her "G" spot at the same time sucking and nibbling on her clit, Mistress Marna was thrashing wildly in Lance's hold. Mistress Marna came hard and Angel tried to lap up her juices as fast as she could. Her tongue continually lapping into and out of Mistress Marna's slit set off a second orgasm. Angel pulled back and started to lightly lick the crease of Mistress' thighs until her spasms ceased. Angel sat back in her kneeling position, "Thank you Mistress Marna for letting me pleasure you."

Mistress Marna smiled up into Lance's eyes; feeling his hard cock rubbing against her. "Angel; you're a natural. That was an excellent job." Mistress Marna got up and crossed over to the intercom, "Andrew take Angel and Tom their meals now."

"Yes Mistress Marna," Andrew replied.

"Angel you will go to your cell, assume position, eat when it's delivered and then await further instruction."

"Yes Mistress Marna," said Angel and left the playroom. She was disappointed at being dismissed and she was also very turned on and wet.

Mistress Marna turned to Tom. "Tom I have no doubt already in your ability to please me. This lesson was for Angel's sake. The same instructions I gave her; I now give you. You may go to your cell and assume position."

"Yes Mistress Marna," said Tom and rose to go. His ass still burned and now he had a raging hard on as well. When he left the playroom a thought occurred to him and he smiled to himself; this was another test and he was determined not to fail. He would not touch himself and started to draw on anything boring he could think of and settled on doing Math in his head. Sure enough; his erection started to subside while he waited for Andrew to arrive.

Mistress Marna returned to the platform and smiled at Lance. He smiled back as she lay down next to him. "I have an hour to kill Lance," and she started to stroke his cock. "As nice as it was to have Angel eat me, I now wish to feel your cock inside of me."

Lance reached out and drew Mistress Marna to him and kissed her passionately; his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. His hands caressed her shoulders and then cupped her breasts. He applied slow lingering kisses down her neck and she moaned from the pleasure of his touch. Her hand was alternately gently stroking his hard cock and massaging his balls. 

Mistress Marna started breathing faster when Lance sucked on her nipples. She enjoyed the exquisite pressure he applied to his sucking as well as the forceful swirling of his tongue. When his hand rubbed across her mound she moaned loudly; she was very near.

"Now Lance; take me now," she commanded.

Lance rolled in between her legs and pressed his cock up to her opening. He slowly entered until he was buried with the warmth of her pussy. He started fucking her with study even stokes watching her orgasm build. The faster her breath became the harder and faster he fucked her. His whole concentration went into giving Mistress Marna pleasure. She was close now and he grabbed her hips and started to pound harder. She moaned loud and then released; her juices spilling around his cock and dripping onto the pad. He stilled waiting for her to calm down and breathe normally before withdrawing his cock.

"Thank Mistress Marna for allowing me to pleasure you," said Lance.

Mistress Marna smiled, "You have done well Lance; gained much control."

"Thank you Mistress Marna for teaching me well," said Lance.

Mistress Marna got up and stood by the platform. "Scoot to the end Lance and cum in my mouth; I wish to taste you."

Lance came to the edge of the platform and let his legs dangle off with his legs spread wide. Mistress Marna leaned over and placed her mouth over his cock and sucked him down to the base. Lance moaned and began thrusting into her mouth. He was already close and it didn't take much to shoot his cum into her mouth. He lay panting for a few minutes and then smiled.

"That's better. Now; clean up the platform, get Drew and put on your loincloths. Meet the plane and bring Master Roger to the house to claim his new slave," Mistress Marna commanded.

"Yes Mistress Marna," said Lance. He got up to go do her bidding.

Mistress Marna left to go see Gary. He was still kneeling on the floor patiently waiting for new instructions. She walked into his cell and stood in front of him. "Master Roger will be arriving shortly. You will be taken to the playroom for his inspection and use before leaving with him. I wish you well in the life you have chosen Gary."

"Thank you Mistress Marna; for everything," said Gary.

Mistress Marna smiled and laid a hand on Gary's head, "You're welcome," and she turned and left.

*****

Master Roger exited the plane and stretched from his long journey. He was as handsome as Mistress Marna was beautiful. He stood five foot nine with broad muscular shoulders that tapered to a slim waist. His dark raven black hair took on bluish highlights in the sun. His dark eyes never revealed his emotions; except with Mistress Marna. He smiled thinking about her eyes and how they seemed to bore into his very soul.

She was the only woman he had ever had sex with; the only one who ever aroused him. He remembered her look and touch; that single touch that sent fire through his veins and sent his cocking throbbing with an insatiable hunger for her body; something that had never happened to him before or since. He enjoyed his male slaves and wasn't about to change his sexual appetite now for a single woman. 

The jeep was coming down the runway and Master Roger looked up at its approach. It slowed and then circled waiting for him to enter. His cock stirred as he looked at Lance and wished he could take and explore his body, but Mistress Marna made it perfectly clear to him that all her slaves were off limits to him. No matter; there was a new slave for him to inspect. He got in the jeep without saying a word; he knew her slaves were forbidden to speak.

*****

Mistress Marna was waiting for them as Master Roger was led into the great room. Lance and Drew knelt at her feet, but she kept her gaze on Master Roger. "I hope your trip was pleasant."

"Yes Marna; long, but it pleases me that you contacted me. Shall we sit awhile and discuss this new raw slave you have found me?" he asked.

Mistress Marna smiled and then looked down at Lance and Drew. 

"Drew; you have other duties to attend to," she said.

"Yes Mistress Marna," said Drew and he left the room.

"Master Roger; is there anything specific you require for your inspection that Lance can obtain for you?" she inquired.

"No; I've come prepared," he said.

"Lance; take Gary to the playroom and wait for me there. We'll be along after our discussion," said Mistress Marna.

"Yes Mistress Marna," said Lance and he departed.

Master Roger waited for Lance to leave and then smiled at Marna. "If he would ever wish to leave such a beautiful Mistress for a Master, I would take him in a heartbeat."

"As you have said quite often, but, as I have told you many times, Lance is no longer under contract and stays with me willing," and then she laughed lightly. "Shall we sit?" and she extended her hand for Roger to kiss as was her custom.

Roger took her hand to place to his lips and immediately felt the sexual fire spread through his body. His cock started pounding with desire and he shuddered slightly before releasing her hand. He stood and sat in a chair near her.

Mistress Marna sat in a chair opposite and then conveyed to him the story revolving and Gary and Tom as well as the punishment they received. "Tom is now my slave in training along with a female that I have acquired. I believe Gary, once properly trained, will serve you with great enthusiasm and will probably never want to leave you as well."

Roger smiled, "Shall we go to the playroom then?" he asked as he stood up.

Mistress Marna stood and walked through the door while Master Roger followed. They entered the playroom and Gary was kneeling in the center of the floor. Lance had brought in a chair for Mistress Marna and was kneeling beside it.

Mistress Marna turned to Roger, "Would you prefer us to leave you alone to inspect your new slave?"

"I would appreciate that Mistress Marna. I'll use the intercom to let you know when all is completed," he said.

"Lance; follow me," said Mistress Marna and they both left.

Master Roger looked over at Gary and smiled. He walked over to the raised platform, removed his clothing and then walked over to his new slave. His hard cock was still throbbing from his encounter with Marna.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Gary raised his head and looked into Master Roger's eyes. He noted the same intensity in them as Mistress Marna's and his cock started to get hard. His eyes scanned Master Roger's hard muscled body and then focused on his hard cock. He licked his lips without being aware that he had done so; Master Roger smiled.

Master Roger stepped closer and placed the head of his cock near Gary's mouth, "Taste you new Master," he commanded.

Gary immediately wrapped his mouth around the cock being presented to him and sucked him into his mouth. His assault was relentless as he bobbed his head up and down its length using his tongue to try to bring his Master the most pleasure.

Master Roger closed his eyes and was enjoying the sensations that Gary was giving him and knew he was close to cumming, "Stop," he commanded.

Gary opened his mouth and withdrew the cock and then looked up at his Master.

Master Roger got himself under control, "Turn around and present your ass."




Angel's Story Ch. 06



Gary turned around and raised his ass in the air and then reached back to spread his cheeks opened.

"You are mine; every part of your body is mine. My seed in your body is my acceptance of you as my slave. Do you wish to say anything?" asked Master Roger.

"I am yours Master Roger; I am your slave," said Gary.

"Then let us begin," he said.

Master Roger knelt down behind Gary and slowly inserted his cock. He relished in the feeling as this slaves ass muscles enveloped him tightly. He wanted to go slowly, but he was still too much on fire. Once he sank his shaft in fully, he started to fuck Gary in earnest. 

Gary's moans were increasing as Master Roger was hitting his sweet spot with each thrust. His cock was now hard, throbbing and leaking pre-cum. The more he tried to hold back from cumming, the tighter his ass clinched down. Then he felt Master's cock get harder and a bit wider and knew he was about to release. He then felt Master's cum being shot inside.

Roger could feel his balls tightening and then felt his cum releasing inside Gary's ass. He looked down on his new slave breathing hard. He withdrew his cock. "Over on your back and spread your legs," he commanded.

Gary did as he commanded and Master Roger knelt between his legs and took his cock into his mouth. The sensation was incredible and powerful; Gary shot off instantly. Master Roger sucked all of his essence out leaving Gary gasping for air.

Master Roger stood up and then helped Gary to stand before him. He kissed him deeply and Gary returned the kiss. When he broke off the kiss, he smiled at Gary, "Mine!"

Gary smiled back, "Yours; Master Roger; all yours."

Master Roger walked over to the intercom, "Mistress Marna I have inspected and accepted. Gary will need travel clothing."

"They are already laid out in Gary's cell; he knows the way," Mistress Marna said.

Master Roger and Gary left shortly for their ride to the runway, plane and his new home.

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Angel was trying to cope with her situation. Her body was still sore from yesterday's punishment and today's was leaving her bottom super sensitive; especially in her kneeling position. On top of it all, she was extremely turned on from eating Mistress Marna's pussy. She was determined not to touch herself or orgasm.

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To Be Continued



Angel's Story Ch. 07



Ok everyone, you know the drill: You need to be over 18, not offended by graphic descriptions of consensual sex, wondering what other interesting things I'm going to write about, etc. etc. : ) This is a continuation of a string of stories called "Angel's Adventures". They each stand on their own, but are a back and forth of my encounters in the past. As usual, if you like it, let me know! Vote! Leave feedback! Email! Something! ~ Angel

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Do you ever have one of those experiences that just seems, well, surreal? Sometimes I look back on the past two years and all the men I've been with and wonder if it means anything. Some of my experiences have been downright intense while others were just downright pathetic. I'll never forget the man who had – I swear – a 1" penis ~ HARD! I kid you not. No matter how well someone eats pussy some things are just NECESSARY in a sexual relationship, penis and pussy being two of them. Anyway, I was dating someone off and on for a few weeks, trying to decide if we liked each other and were going to "date" steadily. I decided I was bored one night while my sister had my son and ran down to the local Blockbuster to pick up a video. Before I go any further, I will say this: This Story Is 100% True. Everything you are about to read actually did happen to me. I'm not making it up. I've had some emails and messages asking if my stories are true. Yes They Are. Sure, some small details are fudged, but the whole gist of the thing (Yes he is that big ~Reference: Angel's Stories 02 and 03) is true. 

It was one of those slow hot afternoons you get in July; the ones where it feels like the humidity is just soaking your energy away. My son was at his Aunt's house and I was looking for something to do, so I decided to go down to Blockbuster off Mann and 465 (For those local boys who are reading). This isn't the nicest side of town, its a little older, kind of run down, but they still had a good selection. I was dressed casually, a pair of cotton shorts, tank top, cotton camp shirt and slip on tennis shoes. I wasn't thinking anything fancy when I got up and left, I was thinking about keeping myself cool.


I walked in and as I opened the door I noticed a few things. One, the place was dead for a Sunday afternoon. Two, I knew one of the guys working there; we had had a "thing" a few months before. He was wearing this bright orange shirt, while everyone else was in Blockbuster blue. It made it pretty hard to miss him, and he was grinning from ear to ear when he saw me walk in. 

"Hey Angel," I heard him say casually as I sauntered in. I grinned to myself. Man, I'd forgotten how good-looking he was!

"Hey Rob, how are you?" I answered. He was a handsome guy, short kind of shaggy light brown hair and the brightest sea blue eyes I've ever seen. I loved those eyes. I wandered over his way and we started to exchange small talk and idle ‘How-have-so-and-sos-been' while he watched the store. I realized that not only did he work there; he was a manager or an assistant or something, because the keys that were jingling around on the lanyard he was swinging were attached to an alarm sensor and had door keys with them. I didn't pay much attention to that information until later. 

We stood by the Drama section – Ah, Drama, How fitting! – and mindlessly chatted a bit of time away. For as slow as it was, there were enough employees around that we weren't ever really bothered. Our conversation got softer and naughtier as time progressed. We hadn't seen each other in a few weeks and so the usual questions came up. Were you still seeing so and so? Are you still with that guy? How are things (meaning Have you gotten laid recently?) going, etc. He had me breathing a little heavier as we talked about what we had done in the past to each other that had turned us both on. 

"I loved it when you sucked my dick," he whispered so soft I had to lean in for me to hear him. We weren't inches apart and he was looking down my blouse as he said it, his mouth turned away from the camera. I felt my nipples get hard and my pussy start to tingle. I brushed against him as I leaned over to pretend interest in something behind him. He could look straight down my tank and see my bra and impressive cleavage. 

"That's okay," I whispered back. "I loved sucking on it. You have a very nice, thick dick and I liked feeling you cum on me". At this point I knew we were both goners. My pussy was wet, my nipples looked like I had been hit with a huge blast of arctic air, and he was getting hard in his khaki shorts. I leaned back and tried to calm down by taking some deep breaths of air. I think I might have even been fanning myself with a brochure, trying to get the air that had seemed fine a few moments ago across my flaming cheeks. 

He stared at me for a few more moments before casually saying, "Hey, don't you have to go to the bathroom?" while swinging those keys on the lanyard. I was confused. I didn't have to pee. What was he talking about? I shook my head in response and he looked at me before eyeing the counter. I could see him mentally going over something before looking me in the eyes solidly and saying slowly, "Oh-didn't-you-have-to-go-to-the-bath-room?" with a shoulder shrug and a big eye movement towards the storage room/bathroom door. Suddenly it dawned on me and I felt stupid. 

"Ohhh, ya, now that you say, I DO have to use the restroom," I announced loud enough so that if someone was paying attention they would think it was innocent enough. "Would you happen to have a key?" I asked. He smiled and nodded sure and walked me over to the door. 

"Right in here, ma'am," he said and opened the door with a slight flourish. As I walked in he dropped his voice to add, "I'll be right back, don't lock it!" and shut the door quietly. I was in a storage room that doubled as a bathroom with a toilet and sink. It was cramped, but big enough I could hold my arms out at my sides and not touch anything. I just stood there for a second and suddenly felt my heart thumping in my chest like it was going to beat right up my throat. I've been wild and crazy before in things but at this point in my life, I was 25 years old and a mother of a young child – I shouldn't be trying to make out with hot guys in a BATHROOM of a public workplace! Wasn't there a law against that? And when ‘law against that' crossed my mind, I swear my pussy got wetter. The idea that I might be caught, might be being watched, might be being so naughty as to break the law sexually turned me on so much I could feel my panties getting wetter. I started panting a little harder, thinking about him walking through that unlocked door.

Suddenly, the door opened quickly and Rob walked through, and then shut it and I heard the lock click. He looked at me and I looked at him. Neither of us said anything, we just started at each other for a few seconds. Next thing I knew he had me in his arms, his face buried in my breasts, tugging my tank top down. 

"Oh God, I had to kiss these, I had to touch them, I just wanted to bend you over right there on the counter," he muttered as he kissed and licked my skin. I had my hands dug into his hair and was spread eagled a bit and leaning against some kind of storage rack. I felt the metal biting into my back and legs as he pulled his face up and held my cheeks to start kissing me. I've been kissed by lots of men lots of ways but I still remember Robs. They were like being kissed by a cloud of cotton candy. That sounds so stupid but no matter if he had shaved or not, his face always felt smooth and his lips were so soft. He had a way of moving his tongue in my mouth and on my skin that made me melt. He would nip and lick at me, and move his tongue so that I felt like he was inhaling me.

He was sliding his tongue down my neck and working his hand into my bra to lift out my breast as I un-tucked his shirt from his shorts. I wanted to run my hands over that furry chest. He was built rather solidly, not slender, not fat, more just in the middle. Thick was a good word for him. Thick chest, thick arms, thick legs, thick cock. I was running my hands over his chest and flicking his nipples with my fingernails as he bit and sucked on my ear lobe. He was muttering into my ears and just moaning a bit here and there as we both pleasured each other. I bit his shoulder and sucked hard even knowing how much he hated it. He pulled back from my shoulder and looked down to glare at me a bit. 


"Bad girl, now I get to punish you," was all he said before he flipped me around to face the storage rack. It was one of those metal ones with adjustable shelving and I grabbed a hold of opposite sides as he edged me forward to lean against it. My breasts were hanging out of my bra, dangling, and my shirt was pushed up but I still had my shorts and panties on. He just grabbed my hair and tugged my head back softly but hard enough that I could feel it. I groaned softly and didn't fight him. He was back to chest with me; I could feel his cock pushing against my ass as he started kissing that certain spot on my neck behind my ears. That is the spot that sends me over the edge. Hit that spot and my panties are soaked and I'm just a wiggling mess – he knew it too. He thrust against me and bit and licked that little spot for a few moments before letting go of my hair and letting my head fall forward. He was still pushed up against me as his hand slid up my thigh and pushed up my shorts. They were baggy enough to make that very easy and he reached up between my legs and felt how wet they were. 

"Naughty girl, turned on by being caught," he hissed softly. I just nodded and wiggled my ass at him. He hadn't actually touched my lips yet, just moved the edge of the panties around and up between my ass cheeks so he could if he wanted to. I wanted him to! He finally did, sliding a thick middle finger between my slick lips and moving it back and forth just enough to tease me. "You shaved!" he exclaimed, surprised. I nodded and wiggled my butt again. He got the hint and pushed the middle finger all the way inside me straight up into my vagina. I groaned and just squeezed it tight, letting him work it slowly in and out. I normally masturbate enough that I'm never this horny, but I hadn't in a few days and he was working me up to an amazing orgasm. However, I love being finger-fucked when it's done right and he seemed to know exactly where to target. He nibbled on the back of my neck where the hairline is as he finger-fucked me with his middle finger and teased my clit with his other finger. I love being finger-fucked when it's done right and he seemed to know exactly where to hit to make the most of his movements. He was making my whole body tremble and shake. 

"Cum for me baby, cum on my hand, I want to feel how wet you're going to get for me." I would have no problem giving in to that order. 

"Don't stop, just don't stop, mmmm yea fuck fuck fuck," I whined into my arm as he pushed me closer to the edge. "Oh oh oh oh yes yes yes," I started to say as my body clenched harder on his hand. Rob knew me well enough to know how the beginnings of my orgasms felt and how loud I got during them so he reached up with his free hand and covered my mouth as I finally came. One got frig of my clit and that was all she wrote. He kept his crotch pushed up against my ass as I bucked on his fingers. I was into my orgasm, riding it out, but I could still feel him hard against the back of me. He was panting a bit himself, telling me to enjoy it and moaning as I soaked his fingers. He moved his hand off my mouth after a few moments, and stroked my hair as he slid his other hand from between my legs. I just leaned against my arm and tried to catch my breath. 

"Mmm, Angel, you taste just as good as you used to," he said as I heard him licking his fingers. My legs were still weak but I turned around slowly and smiled at him. He was rock hard, his dick pushing against the waist of his shorts, his shirt sort of pushed up from where I'd tugged it out, and his face was flushed with his passion. He leaned in and kissed me, letting me taste my juice on his fingers. I wrapped a leg around his hip and just kissed him back as hard as I could. 

I knew he was frustrated and I glanced over quickly at the door. How long had we been in here? Was it long enough someone was going to notice? I don't think he really cared because I felt his hands in my hair and then on my shoulders, trying to push me to my knees. He never said anything, but just urged me down in front of him. I knew I owed a great orgasm to him like he'd just given to me, so I went down easily. Fair was fair and I loved this man's cock. 

When someone is fucking me, I like them as thick as possible. I love feeling them bump and grind against everything inside me and push me beyond my limits. However, if I'm going to try and get them in my mouth, there are limits to what I can do. I have an easy gag reflex but I work around it. Rob's cock was thick like the rest of him, but no so thick I couldn't get my lips around it and move on him. I undid the buttons and unzipped him, pushing the shorts and his boxer briefs to his ankles quickly. His cock popped up and stared at me as I reached out and grasped the base. Rob was still running his fingers through my hair and he suddenly grabbed it and pushed me forward towards his cock. 

"Suck it, Angel, suck my dick."

I opened my mouth as he pushed my head forward and guided his dick inside. I wrapped my lips around just the head and started to slowly tease him a bit. He pushed against the back of my head again and tried pushing me forward. I let go of the base and let him push me against his waist. I opened up as far as I could and tried hard not to gag, to let him slide in deep. He groaned as he felt the head of his dick hit the back of my throat. I smiled to myself and pulled back to give this man an amazing blowjob. I put just the tip back in my mouth and pumped him up and down, milking it a little while my tongue teased the underside and slit. 

"Look at me, look me in the eyes when you've got my dick in your mouth," he demanded. 

I opened my eyes and looked up at him as I slowly stuck my tongue out and laved the head like the tastiest lollypop. My eyes were still locked on his as I slurped down him, teasing him more, sliding my tongue all over him, moving him in and out of my mouth – it was very erotic; I felt so sluttish. My chocolate colored eyes stayed with his bright blue ones, his hands tangled in my dark brown hair, their skin tanned against my pale face as I pleasured him with my mouth. I nibbled a little on the ridge of his cock as I cupped his balls. It was then he finally closed his eyes and threw his head back. All I heard was a soft ‘Uhgn, uhgn,' from his mouth as he massaged my head and neck. His thighs tensed, his breathing in creased and I knew he was getting close. I gripped the base of his dick with both hands and squeezed it a little tighter as I pulled on it and worked it in my mouth. 

"Now!" he said and pushed my head forward. I opened up and tried to deep throat him just as I felt the first wad of cum hit the back of my throat. I gagged a bit, but pulled him out enough that I could swallow the mouth full that followed and kept milking his dick. He was pumping into my lips that were locked around the head of his cock. He had his head thrown back and I could hear him just panting and hissing softly as his body ejaculated. He spasmed a few more times as I jerked his dick before he finally stopped. I leaned in and licked at the cum that had dribbled down his dick off of his skin and then let go of him. His hands rested hard on my shoulders, almost as if I was holding him up, and he breathed heavily. I rested on my heels and looked around at the storage shelf to see if there was anything I could clean us both up with. I found some paper towels and ripped a few off. I stood up on shaky legs and kissed him softly. He smiled and wiped some stuff off my chin. 

I went to the sink and wet some towels, handing a bunch to him and then using the rest on me. I heard him behind me, cleaning off and then buttoning his pants and straightening his shirt. I wiped myself off, cleaned off my face and washed my hands before turning around to look at him. He smiled at me, gave me a hug and a kiss and we turned to get out of the room right as someone knocked. I jumped and looked at Rob. He shook his head and put his fingers to his lips. My heart was pounding in my chest again as we waited for the person to wander off. Not many of the customers knew this was a bathroom, so it was probably one of the other sales associates wondering where he was. He whispered to me that they would probably go downstairs and look for him, so we were safe. I opened the door and headed to the main entrance. I left immediately, knowing I couldn't look any of those people straight in the face after having sucked their manager's dick in the bathroom. To this day, I can't go back to that store without turning red and blushing like a teenager.



Angel's Story Ch. 08



In continuing with my theme, this is my 8th story in a run of my sexual happenings I call "Angel's Adventures". They can each read as a story on their own, but I invite you to start at the top and work your way down, it's more fun that way. J As always, if you enjoy my stories, leave feedback or send me an email or IM. I always reply. Standard disclaimer: If you are under 18 or offended by the graphic description of consensual sex between two adults, then please, don't read any further and head back to Goofy_goobers.net ~ Angel

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This is the story of a threesome I had once. As most of you know, these stories are the written accounts of true sexual encounters by me. I'll describe myself for you: I'm 5'6 and plus sized. I have 46DDD chest (no I'm not lying) and full hips and thighs. I tan well but for the most part, I'm milky white. I have a peaches and cream completion, full lips, dark brown eyes and medium brown hair. I love sex. I always have. I lost my virginity at a young age, which was not that rare in the group of friends I hung out with. Since then, I took my lovers at my leisure and enjoyed what they offered with enthusiasm. I guess to me, sex is something to be enjoyed, not feared, and love has nothing to do with it. It enhances but isn't required for a great time. 

Several summers ago I had a girlfriend. That's not so unusual for most women, but for me, she was a lover also. I had experimented with bisexuality in college (who doesn't?) and I will write about her another time, but I hadn't continued on with it in any serious fashion since I had left school. When I met Mandi, she and I were just casual friends on the net. We ended up realizing that I had worked with her ex husband and so our discussions turned to them and some of sexual history. As we started hanging out in person more and more, I learned that she considered herself bisexual and I opened up about my past. I remember the day she first kissed me. I had forgotten how different a woman's lips feel from a man's. Her skin was soft and supple like a ripe peach's and when she ran her hands over my neck and cheek, I shivered. We ended up on my couch making out like high schoolers. I loved it. Her breasts were so different from my own. They had small very sensitive nipples and were pear shaped and slender. When I sucked on them, I could make her cum. 

We had a wide community of friends on the chat program we both used and went to lots of get together and hung out with mutual friends on the weekends. Most assumed we were just friends, but a few special people knew we were lovers. It wasn't that we were ashamed, but we were both keeping things quiet because of our families and jobs. I worked for a rather conservative company at the time – I still got patted on the butt and called "Honey" by some of the older supervisors. I think they were stuck in the 1960's. She worked in a lawyer's office and didn't need that kind of moral dilemma coming up. One of the people who knew was a man named Steve. Steve had always chased after Mandi and I separately and both of us had teased with him but never gone very far. That was soon to change one afternoon. 

I had met him before Mandi and I got together. He invited me over and I finally gave in since I was in his neighborhood. He lived in a duplex made from an old Victorian and it these gorgeous hardwood floors that creaked as you walked. He had joked once about wanting to masturbate for a woman he had just met and since watching someone always turned me on, I dared him to do it for me. He did and I was very impressed. At that time, I hadn't seen anyone thicker than him. He had a nice thick cock that was of average length and strong hands – I have a weakness for nice hands. I watched him stroke his dick and run those tanned strong hands over my white breasts and I got wet. I knew I was going to fuck this man sooner or later, I just didn't know when. 

Mandi had dropped her children off and came over. We ended up playing around on line like we usually did, snapping web cam photos and teasing whomever was around. We were kissing and she had her shirt off, me sucking on her nipples while she deep throated a vibrator we called Monster. The web cam was open to our friend Steve and he was typing on Yahoo as we teased him, telling us how hard he was and turned on watching us. In return, he turned on his cam and gave us a show. I had seen him before, but Mandi hadn't. Despite having had several children, she had a harder time with men with big cocks and seeing Steve's surprised her. I had her legs spread by this time and my one hand was sliding the vibe slowly in and out of her while he watched and jerked off in time. She came as soon as she saw him explode at his desk. I sucked her nipples as she jerked and moaned in my arms. I loved hearing and watching her cum. Her nipples darkened and got hard and she would gush and pant loudly. 

Steve started to call us more often, listening to one of us play with the other till we orgasmed, and then he would cum. He begged us to let him come over and play too and we always said no. Neither of us had discussed adding partners and she seemed rather hesitant because of his past history of being a user and a real playboy. I knew I wanted to fuck him – I'd seen him in person and thought things would be fine, but I didn't know how to convince her without letting her know that. Eventually, she suggested we let him and we both agreed on an afternoon when we would all have free time. 

She came over and we showered together, letting the water run over our bodies as we soaped each other's breasts and kissed and nibbled here and there. She washed my hair, running her fingers through it, and I kissed her tummy as I washed her legs and thighs. We tried to be good though, hoping we were both going to have lots of orgasms soon. After drying off, we decided to wear lingerie, figuring it gave an illusion of something left to the imagination. We lounged on the couch waiting for Steve. He rang the doorbell and when I got up to open the door, Mandi laid down on the couch and arranged herself. She was in a blue cami and tap shorts set and I had on a sheer red robe with buttons. She opened her legs and slowly ran her hands up and down her thighs, stroking her legs so that would be the first thing he saw as he came in the door. I opened the door and he greeted me with a kiss and a hand on my ass. I slid my hand to his crotch and gave it a good squeeze. He was already hard. He whispered in my ear that he had been driving here with a hard on since he left work at noon. When I stepped back, he got his first glance at Mandi. I could see his eyes get wide and his mouth open a little. I laughed to myself. This was going to be fun! 

Mandi was still slowly touching herself. Her blonde hair was spread out from her head being tossed back on a pillow and she had pulled down one side of her top and was pinching her nipple in time to her fingers moving. I looked over at Steve and saw the bulge in his pants get harder. He looked at me and grinned. I put my hands on his waist and started to undo the buttons on his shorts. He nodded and reached up to tug off his shirt. Mandi opened her eyes and smiled, then put her middle finger in her mouth and slowly sucked her juices off of it. 

"Do I get to try that?" Steve asked her. She grinned.

"Sure, but you're over there and I'm over here," she teased. By this time I had his pants and shirt off and he was kicking off his shoes. He walked over to her and I just sort of slid to the end of the couch and sat down to watch. He sat next to her and ran his hand up her thighs. She spread them for him and watched as he slid his middle finger into her wet pussy. She spread her lips for him and he worked his finger in and out, his thumb flipping over her clit so she would jump and wiggle her hips and moan. I was feeling a little left out until I felt him reach around behind his back and try to run his hand over my breasts. I leaned into his touch so that it was easier and scooted closer to him. I put my hands in his hair and started kissing his neck and stroking his shoulders as he fingered my girlfriend. His dick was rock hard and moving back and forth a little as he touched her then tried to touch me. 

I wrapped my arms around his waist and grabbed his dick in my hand. I milked his cock slowly back and forth as he started to make Mandi cum. She had her eyes closed and was holding on to the side and back of the couch for dear life. She was moving her hips in time with his hand so I started moving mine in time with his. He groaned a little but she finally let out a little scream and flushed as she went over the edge. He kept rubbing her, spreading the juices she let out of her pussy. When she finally opened her eyes he took those fingers that had been inside her and slid them in his mouth, licking them clean. I was still pressed up against him, so let go of his cock and pulled his face around towards me, kissing him full on the lips. He tasted like my lover's pussy. I licked his lips and then smiled at him. 

By this time, I was all but sitting on his lap so he pulled me over to straddle his thighs. His cock brushed against my pussy as I did so and I moaned a little. Grinding against him, I took his hands and put them on my breasts. I love having my nipples played with – especially a little roughly. I also love being spanked. He leaned in and buried his face between my tits, squeezing them around his face while I laughed. I rubbed my pussy over his legs and against his dick, letting him feel how wet I was. He slid his face over to a nipple and started suckling hard, squeezing that breast in his hands. I closed my eyes and held his face to my breast as I felt Mandi reach between us. I spread my legs a little more and let her help his cock inside my lips. Since I was so wet, he slid easily inside me. I slid back and forth for a second while he kept sucking on my tits before I sat down and he was all the way inside. He felt amazing as he slid home – full and thick, just long enough to reach where it mattered without hurting.

Mandi took my face and pulled me to her for a kiss as he slowly screwed me and sucked on my tits. I felt well loved. I rode him like this for a few minutes before I felt my knees start to get sore from the material on the couch. I told them I needed to move and I stood up. With Mandi in front of me, kissing me, our hands on each other's breasts and Steve behind me, his cock between us pushing against my ass, we stumbled into my bedroom. 

My bedroom is set up so that as you walk into the door, the bed is directly to the front and right of you. If you are walking backwards, go to the right and you'll hit it with the backs of your legs. Mandi knew this so when we nudged open the door, she just let herself fall onto my bed with her legs spread. Mmm, I knew where this was going. With Steve behind me caressing my legs and ass, I kissed her thighs and reached up to pull down her tap shorts. She wiggled free of them willingly and scooted back on the bed so I could climb up. She laid on her back in front of me spread open for the taking and so I did. I spread her legs as far as I could and started to lick my way down her tummy, hitting all of her sensitive spots I knew so well. 

By this time I was on my knees, my head between her legs and Steve started feeling around my ass. I spread my legs to give him access and he nudged me a few times before eventually getting his cock back inside my pussy. I'm trimmed rather smoothly on my lips and around my clit, so every time he slid all the way in, I felt his balls slap against my clit. He put his hands on my hips and pounded on me, banging me for all he was worth. I did my best to keep things steadily on Mandi's clit. She had her hands in my hair and was pushing my mouth against her clit while my fingers slowly fucked her to madness. She was moving back and forth and moaning, from what I could hear and I knew I was close to cumming too. I flicked her clit with my tongue so that she would feel it harder each time Steve pushed all the way into me. With it like that, I started to cum. I laid my head on her tummy and just teased her clit with my fingers and groaned into her leg. 

"Oh God, Mandi honey, unh, fuck me Steve!" I moaned. Steve was moaning and panting too and his grip on my hips tightened. I could feel him getting closer and suddenly I pulled away from him. I dropped down, letting his cock slide out of me. I looked at him and he looked confused. 

"What? Why?" he asked, his dick hard and just standing there at attention. I smiled and Mandi sat up. I moved out of the way and she climbed up between his knees. Pushing him to the side so he fell over, she moved his legs apart and laid between them, kissing up his thighs. 

"I want to suck your balls," she said. One thing I couldn't do was deep throat and swallow. She could do both and make it look like cake. She sucked on his balls and worked his cock, then licked and sucked her way up his dick. Taking a deep breath, she just downed it all in one open-mouthed movement! I love watching her do that. It's so impressive! She was making some muffled noises as she squeezed his cock and balls and sucked on him. I laid against his side and just kissed him as she worked him back up. His hands on my arms got tighter as she brought him to orgasm. He was kissing me and opened his mouth and just let out a low groan. I held his hair and pulled him into the kiss as his hips bucked and she swallowed. She kept making slurping noises and he was shivering as she lapped it all up. Mandi wiped her mouth off and came up his other side, leaning over him to give me a kiss. We kissed, and then kissed his chest and he put his arms around both of us and we snuggled and napped, a tangled mess of legs and arms.