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By: StardustNightmare



He strides in through the front door. His hair disheveled from a stressful day at work. Setting his bag down next to the door, he throws his jacket on an empty hook of the coat stand. His sapphire eyes look me over as his lips curve into a seductive smile. I am in the dining room lighting the candles on the table after just finishing dinner.

I set fire to the last wick as his strong hands wrap around my waist and pull me against his stomach. He feels so good, so warm and comforting. His arousal rises into my lower back causing wetness to seep out between my thighs. I am so ready for him tonight it has been a week since we saw each other last. I let my body sag back against him.

He turns me around quickly and lays his hands against my cheeks. I gaze at his Adam's apple as it twitches up and down as he breathes. He slides his palms into my hair, and tugs back so that my face has no choice but to look at his. He places his lips over mine and kisses me slowly telling me everything he feels, and what I need to know without speaking.

His tongue dances with mine as he pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, lightly nipping at it. He releases me leaving me breathless. 

"Smells good, little lady." He says smiling.

He gives me another chaste kiss before he lets go of me completely and takes his seat at the table. I serve him his dinner and we talk about our day and the past week. He finished his workload early so he could come home to me.

After dinner is over, he cleans the dishes while I tell him more about my time away from him. He gives me a taciturn nod. 

Unexpectedly, he grabs me by the waist, tosses me in the air, and props me over his right shoulder.

Yelping with excitement, I latch onto his belt with one hand and slap his ass with the other. 

"If I said I wanted you to put me down, I would be lying." I laughed.

"Good, because I am not going to, no matter what you say, not until I have you right where I want you." He slaps my thighs and heads for the stairs. The pain is short lived as it sent pleasure through me.

"Eek!" I smile.

I squirm with excitement. I am so wet now, ready for him. He could take me right here on the stairs and I would be happy.

He marches up the stairs. Slowly, his left hand travels up my left thigh, and his fingers run under my skirt, then my panties. His fingers finally find their playground as he begins rubbing against my folds.

"Wet for me already? My, my, my..." He says. There is a smile in his deep voice.

I try to sway my hips, but his iron grip tightens further and I have nowhere to go. Before I know it we are in the bedroom and he throws me down on his bed playfully. 

"I want to try something tonight." He tells me. 

He looks down at me as I shudder with excitement. Then I remember he would only warn me about things when he knew it might remind me of my past, I feel my smile fall as I looked around the room for a clue.

"Do you trust me?" He quickly asks.

"Completely, Yes." I whisper, gazing back at him.

He leaves me lying on the bed and exits the room. I wait quietly for his return as he retrieves his supplies. A few moments later he returns, but I don't see anything out of the ordinary. He kicks his shoes off, peels his socks from his feet, and pads his way to the bed. He stands over me, unbuttoning the top button of his slacks. I stay still watching him. My stomach is turning, my mind racing. His eyes intense with hunger and want.

"Panties off. Slide to the middle of the bed little lady." He commands.

I obey immediately. I know he is back to being in his controlling mode. I love this about him. He makes me so wanton when he takes over my body.

"On your stomach." 

I quickly turn over waiting for the next instruction. When he doesn't say anything more, I look over to him. He climbs up and crawls across the bed, leans over me, and straddles my hips. I feel the skirt of my dress slide up my ass and I wiggle my hips at him readying for his attack.

His large hands slide up my sides pushing my clothes up further, sending electric currents of desire through me. My bra peeks out from under my dress and he moves his thumb and middle finger to either side of the clasp. Snapping his fingers the bra falls away from my skin. I arched my upper body up as he slides the dress over my head and down my arms. He moves my hair from my neck and runs his tongue from my hairline to the top of my ass. Tremors of pleasure rattle violently through my body.

"Please... Please..." I whisper. 

He kisses up my back, sliding his fingers up my stomach underneath me cupping my breasts and kneading my nipples roughly. Pain singes through me, but it is welcome. I trust his movements. I know he is careful with me so I allow the pain take me to new heights. I moan in pleasure. Immediately his attack stops and he continues his journey up, up, pulling my arms above my head. His weight keeping me flush against the bed.

"Do you still trust me?" He breathes in my ear.

I nod. 

"Speak little lady, I need to hear it."

"Ye-, yes I do." I stutter. 

"Good." He says. 

His teeth move along my earlobe, making me senseless with desire. A cold metal clasp wraps around my right wrist and I shoot my head up scared of what he is doing. My heart beats wildly in my chest. My breathing speeds up.

"Careful. Can we at least try it first?" He asks.

I nod at him uncertain, but try to relax. He is not my past. I can't let it affect me anymore. He wraps the handcuffs around the metal beam of the headboard and connects the other cuff to my right wrist.

He lifts his body off of me, and I feel his vacancy inside and out when he is gone. I hear the rustle of him shedding his clothes as they dropped to the floor. He is over me again and I felt his knee slightly spreading my legs. Kneeling behind me, his hands grab my hips and lift my ass in the air. My breasts hang down, and he moans behind me.

"What a sight." He mutters under his breath.

He waits patiently until I adjust my knees to hold my weight. He spreads them even farther apart until I am fully open and ready for him. Cold air kisses my folds and labia as he moves behind me. One finger slides across my exposure, checking my wetness one last time, sending an obvious shiver through my entire frame. I moan loudly bucking my hips trying to push back, asking for him. He has never taken me like this before and I am blind to his pursuit.

He chuckles lightly. "Are you ready? It will be deeper this time than before."

"Yes. Please. I need you." I breathe.

He tightens his grip on my hips and pulls me back so I can't move my arms from their extension. My head stays to the side between my arms against the soft pillows. Immediately, he thrusts with intense power all the way into me, making my head fly up. I groan with pleasure, as my utterance turns into a deep moan. He begins moving into me slowly laying claim inside me and letting me feel him all the way to my cervix. Tears run down my face as his thrusts send shock waves through my body. No longer do I think about my arms being restrained. I feel the pleasure building inside of me, like a thunderstorm ready to strike. I start moving my ass back to meet his every thrust. My muscles begin contracting.

"Not yet, hold it." He hisses.

Pumping into me over and over, he punishes me and pleasures me all the same. I grit my teeth trying to hold out, squeezing the bars of the headboard in my hands. My knuckles turn white as I concentrate on containing my release. 

He hisses through his teeth as he gets even rougher with his thrusts. He slaps my ass, sending pain through me making me blow out the air in my lungs I didn't know I was holding. The pleasure coursing through me was as prominent as the blood in my veins. I couldn't hold on any longer, my breathing got shorter and shorter, and just before I could protest...

"Now baby, come for me now!" He commands.

I let go, screaming his name so loud my lungs burn. He empties himself when he hears his name on my lips.

Further Adventures of Kathryn



After her experience with Michael and Jacqueline and their friends, Kathryn felt that she had finally found her sexual home. This was the place she would return to over and over again. This was the place where she would find satisfaction and fulfillment.

But as she walked to the front door to leave and told the couple how she couldn't wait to return, they just stared at her.

"I'm sorry we didn't make this clear," Michael said, "but this is a one-time shot. Part of what makes this exciting for us is to always have a fresh, new playmate."

Kathryn stood mute, looking back and forth from Michael's face to Jacqueline's, hoping that one of them would tell her they had only been teasing. But they said nothing. The panic she had felt when they left her tied to the bed was nothing compared with what she felt now. Her life, which she had just found after an eternity of searching, was being torn away from her.

"But what about Charlene and Roxanne?" she cried. "They've been here more than once."

"They are part of our group," Jacqueline answered. "Sometimes they supply a woman to entertain us."

"Then let me be part of your group! I'll do anything -- you know that."

"I'm sorry," Jacqueline said, "but that just isn't ..."

Before she could finish her thought, though, Michael stopped her. "Wait," he said. "Maybe we could make this interesting."

As both women stared expectantly at him, Michael smiled at the idea that was forming. "Kathryn, have you ever been to a strip club?"

"No, but I'd love to go with you. Just tell me when. Any night .. or day ... whenever you want me to. It doesn't mat ..."

"Stop. I'm not asking if you would go with us. I'm asking if you would get a job there, if you would perform naked on a stage in front of a room filled with men -- and our group, of course. If you would flaunt your tits and pussy in front of them, if you would do private lap dances and let them touch you, if you would touch them, suck them. All with us right there."

"But I've never done it," Kathryn protested. "I don't know how. Who is going to pay me to do something I don't know how to do?"

Jacqueline made no attempt to conceal her amusement. "You silly little girl. They don't pay you. You pay them to work there -- and then you keep your tips. The more the men like you, the more tips you make."

"There's a place on Market Street called the Crazy Horse," Michael said. "Go there. Get a job. When you get hired, call us and we'll make plans. If you fail, don't ever call us again."

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

"Honey, I got only two requirements: One, you give me 40 bucks for the stage fee. Two, you don't be so ugly that you scare customers out the door," the manager said. "Your face looks great. Now lemme see your body."

Kathryn had assumed there'd be some sort of audition when she went to the club and had taken a long time to select a sexy outfit that she'd be able to slip out of without looking awkward. Slowly she started to undo the buttons of her low-cut silk shirt.

"Hey, hey, hey, honey. Don't try to turn me on. I watch girls strip all day five days a week. Just get outta your clothes quick and show me what you got."

Kathryn hurriedly peeled off her clothes and stood naked in front of the unbelievably bored looking manager.

"Turn around. Yeah, fine. When do you want to come in?"

"That's it?" she asked.

"No, that's not it. When you gimme the 40 bucks, then that's it."

Kathryn pulled two 20s out of her purse and said, "Saturday?"

"Whatever. See ya at 6."

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

"Hi, I'm Amanda, I've never seen you before."

"It's my first day," Kathryn said to the only other girl in the dressing room, a short brunette who looked so incredibly wholesome, nothing like what Kathryn had expected a stripper to look like.

"Oh, cool. So, like, where'd you work before?"

"No, I mean it's my first day -- anywhere."

"Wow, a virgin. So did anybody tell you the rules?"

"Rules?"

"I guess not. OK, here's the way it works. There are six of us on this shift. We take turns on the stage. When you're up there you do three songs. Basically, you keep your clothes on for the first song, go topless for the second, nude for the third -- but nobody's going to complain if you take stuff off earlier. The rules say don't touch yourself while you're up there. Forget it. Everybody rubs their tits and pussies, some use dildoes, some even do two-girl acts. The rules also say you have to stay on the stage. Don't worry about it. Half the girls sit on the laps of the guys sitting ringside. Remember, your stage time is advertising. You make a few bucks while you're up there, but not enough to live on. The idea is to make the guys want a private dance. Make eye contact. See which guys are looking like they're dying to fuck you. When you get off the stage go to them first and ask if they'd like a dance."

"What are the rule for the private dances?" Kathryn asked.

"Officially? There are semi-private and private dances. The semi-privates are in a pretty dark room with a bunch of couches. You do those topless. Supposedly, you can let the guy touch anything but your tits and pussy. Until you get to know the other girls, follow those rules. Most of them are cool, but some will tell the manager if you let a customer touch your tits. The only reason they care is that they won't let a guy do that unless they sell him a private dance -- which costs twice as much -- and they don't want anybody else giving what they won't.

"In the private rooms, you take everything off. Rules? Just be careful, remember that's just a curtain over the doorway. Otherwise, every girl has her own rules. I don't know any girls that fuck in there -- at least none that have admitted it to me -- but I know girls that suck cock, that let customers eat their pussy, that titty fuck. Everybody lets the guys suck their tits, almost everybody lets them play with their pussies, most will do a masturbation show and a lot of them will jack a guy off."

Kathryn was stunned at the matter-of-fact way Amanda ticked off what was expected of her. "Is there ... is there anything else I should know?"

"Oh, sweetie, I didn't mean to shock you. You'll do fine. Just remember, when you're on stage don't worry about fancy dance moves. There aren't any ballet fans out there. Just take your clothes off, shake your tits and spread your legs."

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

Kathryn heard the opening guitar licks of Z.Z. Topp's "Legs," the song she had picked for her opening number. She was so excited at the thought of Michael and Jacqueline and their friends watching her it was almost embarrassing. Her pussy was throbbing, leaking so much that she had wiped herself with a tissue just momemnts ago and yet she still felt like pure liquid between her legs.

"Gentlemen, welcome our newest sexy Crazy Horse dancer -- Kathryn!" the announcer called into the microphone. It was time.

Kathryn strode out onto the stage in a nearly see-through coral camisole and matching thong that showed off her ass and barely covered her shaved pussy. Her eyes swept the audience -- a dozen or so guys at the stage and maybe the same number sitting farther back -- but nobody she recognized. It was difficult to hide her disappointment, but Kathryn knew she must. The group could walk in at any moment and she wanted them to see her turning the club into a sexual firestorm.

Strutting along the length of the stage, Kathryn showed that, like the girl in the song, she had legs and knew how to use them. But when she bent over in front of a middle-aged man with intense eyes, she knew it wasn't her legs that he was studying. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other while she gyrated in time to the music, Kathryn could look back and watch the effect her jiggling ass had on the man. As he reached into his pocket for a tip, she spread her legs wider, letting the lips of her pussy extend beyond the narrow strip of material between her legs. By the end of the song, every man at the stage had put a tip out for her; it was obvious they all wanted her.

As the pounding rhythm of Z.Z. Topp faded and was replaced by Alanis Morissette's slow, haunting "Uninvited," Kathryn stripped off her camisole, dropped to her hands and knees, and crawled along the stage like a spoiled house cat waiting for a treat. With each move, her breasts, covered with the pink blotches of arousal, swayed back and forth. The men loved it -- but not as much as Kathryn when she lowered her chest and dragged her hard nipples across the stage's carpet. The friction made her gasp and there wasn't anyone in the club who couldn't tell that her excitement was real.

When Kathryn reached the end of the stage, she saw that it wasn't just the customers who were watching her. Amanda was right there, fishing a dollar bill out of the waistband of her panties. The young dancer put the bill between her teeth and leaned toward the stage. Kathryn held one breast to each of the girl's cheeks, then pulled slowly away from her, the bill caught in her cleavage. Amanda smiled up at her, then ran her tongue along the underside of Kathryn's breast before bestowing a wet kiss on her nipple.

As Kathryn leaned forward to kiss her, Amanda whispered, "Sweetie, you're going to do just fine, they all want to fuck you, hell, I want to fuck you."

"Then do it. Come up on stage for my last song and fuck me with a dildo."

While Kathryn finished her second song, Amanda raced backstage, ready to make her entrance when the first notes of "I Want You to Want Me" blared from the club's speakers. By the time Amanda made her way through the curtains, Kathryn was completely naked, her thong wrapped around a man's head, pulling his face against her thigh.

The customers' eyes were all focused on Kathryn, but when they saw Amanda approach her from behind, swinging a dildo by a strap, they knew they were in for an even better show. As Kathryn continued to rub the man's face against her thigh, the brunette pressed up against her from behind. Sliding her free hand around, she cupped one of Kathryn's breasts and caressed its satiny softness.

"Doesn't she have beautiful tits?" Amanda asked the customers by the stage. "And they feel even better. Mmmm, such nice hard nipples.

Kathryn leaned back against her new friend and enjoyed the sensation her fingers were causing. "Want to see me fuck her?" Amanda asked. Amid a wave of cheers and whistles, Amanda lowered Kathryn to the stage, pread her legs and slid a finger deep into her pussy.

Draing the finger out, she looked at one of the customers and said, "I brought some lube to use but I don't think we'll need it -- look at this." Juices from Kathryn's pussy were dripping off her finger, which she licked and sucked before sliding it back inside Kathryn. "Guys, you can't believe how good she tastes."

This time when Amanda drew her finger out she immediately replaced it with the dildo, causing Kathryn to cry out. "That's right, sweetie, let me fuck you," she whispered, "but don't come -- make them get a private dance to see that."

It was pure bliss for Kathryn, this gorgeous girl ravaging her pussy with a dildo while a couple dozen men watched her. Oh, if only Michael and Jacqueline could see her now. The thought of that made her rock her hips faster, bucking hard against the dildo. She felt her muscles tensing and knew that just a few more strokes would have her gushing all over the stage. But Amanda sensed that, too, and stopped moving her hand. While she kissed Kathryn on the mouth, Amanda slipped the dildo out of her, stood and strode off the stage as the audienced clapped wildly.

As the music ended, Kathryn gathered her camisole and thong, waved to the audience and disappeared by the curtain.

"You were fucking fabulous, sweetie!" Amanda said. "You're going to have your pick of those guys for private dances. Come on, let's go."

Kathryn was still in a haze as she followed Amanda out onto the floor of the club. She wasn't quite sure what to do next, but she didn't have to be. Amanda led her over to a pair of blondes that looked barely old enough to be inside the club.

"Hi, boys, you like what you saw up there? How'd you like to play with us?" Amanda asked. "Just 50 dollars for a naked, private dance. What do you say?"

"We don't have that much," one of the boys said, and Amanda thought he was going to cry. "Then how about 25 for a topless couch dance?" she asked.

The boys' faces lit up. "Yeah, let's go!" The dancers led them into the couch room and seated them next to each other. Kathryn started to lift off her camisole but Amanda stopped her. "Wait a second, before they play they have to pay."

Once she had the money, Amanda slipped out of her top and climbed onto one boy's lap. God, he's so hard, she thought. Looking into his face, she said, "It feels like you like having me here. I like the way your cock feels against my pussy. You want to play with my tits?"

Overhearing that, Kathryn said, "But I thought you told me ... "

"Don't worry, sweetie, Michelle's the only other girl in here and she's cool.

Great, thought Kathryn, who was so horny she couldn't wait to feel her boy's hands all over her. "I know what you want," she said, grabbing the boy's hands and placing them on her breasts. He squeezed them, kneaded them, stroked his fingers over her nipples while ground her pussy against his cock. She felt him take one hand away and looked down to see Amanda moving it to one of her breasts. His friend understood what was going on and reached over to take Kathryn's exposed breat in his hand. The boys had never experienced anything like this, fondling two incredibly hot women at the same time.

All too soon -- for the boys and for Kathryn -- the song ended. "Come back when you have some more money and we can have some real fun," Amanda said and then led Kathryn out of the room.

"Amanda, I'm so hot I need to go back to the dressing room and play with myself."

"Forget that, sweetie, let's go find someone with a little more cash."

The two girls were barely back in the main room before an older man in a three-piece suit came up and aked if Kathryn was available for a private dance.

"Now's your chance," Amanda whispered. "Have fun, sweetie."

Kathryn took the man into one othe private rooms. It wasn't much bigger than a closet with an overstuffed chair against one wall and a bench built into the wall facing it.

"That was quite a show you put on up on the stage. How about showing me what you can do by yourself?" the man asked as he settled into the chair. Kathryn stepped out of her thong and sat on the bench. Running her hand over her pussy, she siad, "You mean something like this?"

Kathryn slid down on the bench and spread her legs. She used her fingers to part her swollen pussy lips and display her rigid clitoris, then slid one finger inside. Kathryn pumped the finger in and out, delighting in the sound it made.

"Talk to me," the man groaned.

"You want me to tell you how it feels? How I love the feel of my finger fucking my cunt? How tight it is? You know what I like even better, though? I love to rub my clit -- just like this. Ohh, I just love the way that feels, my fingers just circling my clit again and again. Why don't you take your cock out and play with it while I play with my cunt?"

The man was so hard he could barely get his zipper down. But when he finally did, Kathryn was delighted. "Oh you have such a nice cock. Let me see you jack it off while I finger fuck myself. Yeah, just like that, just like that ... oh, watch me, I'm gonna come."

Kathryn's pussy began to convulse as her fingers flew over her clit. And then it hit. One of those orgasms that felt like it started in her soul. Her body was screaming but she bit her lip so her mouth wouldn't. As she started to come down, she saw the man pumping his cock faster. "For another 50 I could do that for you."

The man handed her the money and she wrapped her hand around his cock. "You just lie back, honey, and let me take care of you." Even though she had just come, the feel of the man's cock in her hand was getting Kathryn turned on again. She loved watching it slide back and forth in her hand, loved the sight of the foreskin peeling back to expose the shiny head. He was leaking pre-come and she used her other hand to rub it over the head. When it was wet all over, Kathryn tucked his cock between her breasts and moved forward and back.

"You like tit-fucking me, don't you? You love the feel of my soft tits on your hard cock. You know what? So do I. I love pinching my nipples while you tit-fuck me."

The only question was which one loved it more. Kathryn felt the tingling in her pussy turn to a throb and thought, "Fuck it."

"Mister, it's your lucky day. You probably got the only girl in this place who would do this."

Kathryn backed up to him, straddled his thighs and sat down. When she felt the head of his cock touch her pussy, she looked back at him and said, "Push it in ... all the way ... right now."

It was so thick and so hard, Kathryn squirmed against it, feeling the cock against all her inner walls. God, it felt good, but what she wanted was a good hard fuck. So she rode on the rock, bounced on it, did everything but jump up and down on it. Another mind-bending orgasm was just seconds away when the curtain was ripped open.

The first person Kathryn saw was Amanda. The second was Michael.

"I see you're enjoying David, dear. That's wonderful. He and Amanda have been part of our group for some time. You've been such a good girl, we have a treat for you."

With that, Michael pulled the curtain all the way back, revealing a line of men, all with their cocks out, hard and ready -- for Kathryn.

Kathryn stared at the cocks and then at Michael. And then she came. 



Further Adventures of Rajesh



(In my previous story 'Rajesh and the Maids', my first attempt in this genre, I described how Rajesh screwed his maids, both of whom were much older than him. Rajesh had almost got addicted to older women as he found them to be easy to fuck and their experience made screwing them highly pleasurable.) 

*

In this, the second part of the tale, Rajesh left his parents' home and went to another city. This was part of his project work and he stayed as a paying guest in the house of a lady whose name was Rita. Rita was around 47 and had lost her husband about six years back. She had no children and her husband had left her well off with a house in the city and some properties in their village. She was also getting a good income from her investments. Rajesh saw that Rita was quite fit and had very little sag on her. She used to dress well if conservatively. She was quite fair in colour and had a good figure with good sized tits and a cute looking behind. 

Rajesh felt that Rita was lonely and she filled her time by reading books and magazines and watching TV. The only other member in the six roomed house was a maid, Hansabai, who was a live-in help. 

Hansabai was also a widow with no children, and had come to the city from her village around 20 years earlier. Hansa was about 45 years old and was a reasonably good looking lady with a full but not fat figure. After her husband's death Hansa had come to stay in Rita's house as a live in maid and cook. 

Rajesh was busy with his project work which involved his staying late in the office and preparing presentations whenever he was at home. On the first Friday, he came home a little early and heard some noises from one of the rooms in the ground floor. He went closer and thought he heard some moans. Fearing some injury to one of the ladies, he walked into the room and saw Hansa sprawled out on a bed with her sari and petticoat raised above her navel. Her fingers were busy strumming her vagina and the music was emanating from her mouth. Hansa had her eyes closed and did not see him, as she was otherwise occupied. 

Rajesh left abruptly and while closing the door in a hurry made some noise. Hansa was quickly on to her feet and came to the door of her room and said "Kaun Hai?" (Who's there?)

Rajesh had darted into his own room and the movement was not unnoticed by Hansa. In the same evening Hansa made and served food to both Rita and Rajesh and seemed to look at Rajesh with a weary eye. Rajesh adopted a totally nonchalant air and Hansa thought for a moment that she had imagined the entire episode. Her eye did not fail to notice, however, that Rajesh was a well built and good looking guy. 

Rajesh normally slept with his room door shut but not bolted from the inside. That night, after Rita had retired for the night to her room on the upper floor, Hansa went to Rajesh's room and pushed the door open. She saw that Rajesh had not yet slept and was reading a book. She walked boldly into his room and asked him what he saw in her room in the afternoon. Rajesh pretended that he had seen nothing but yielded to Hansa's persistent questioning. He told her about how he had seen her masturbating on her bed. 

Hansa asked him to keep silent about it. She explained that she felt lonely without a man and hence had to use a substitute. 

Rajesh asked her to come and sit on his bed and told her he understood. He held her hand and told her it was quite okay. Rajesh kissed her and told her that she had nothing to fear and that he would take care of her loneliness while he was there. Hansa now kissed him back with passion. 

Rajesh with the backing of experience, knew that he had Hansa and he started kissing her earlobes and back of her neck. He held her against him and slowly moved his hands to her breasts. Hansa told him to take it easy as she had not been with anyone for some years. She got up and started removing her clothes. First her sari came off then her blouse and then her petticoat. Rajesh saw that she was voluptuous with large breasts and a nicely padded backside. He switched off the light and removed his clothes. 

Soon he was standing nude in front of her with his tumescence quite prominent. Hansa held his prick and stroked it eagerly. Rajesh sat next to her on the bed and told her to lie down. Hansa obeyed and Rajesh started kissing her mouth and then her cheeks, then her ear lobes and went down to her neck. Next he started kissing the underside of her breasts and lastly mouthed one of her nipples. 

Hansa was obviously enjoying his caresses. She offered him the other breast and was moaning her approval of his actions. Rajesh spent a few minutes sucking on her nipples and then went down to her navel. He licked her navel and slowly started licking her thighs. As he kissed her thighs and using mild suction on them at the same time, Hansa was totally in ecstasy. He now brought his attention to her cunt, which had a fair amount of hair on it. He inserted one finger gradually and moved it around, eliciting a groan from Hansa. His finger sought her clitoris and Hansa was over the moon with pleasure. Rajesh now used his tongue on her nether region and Hansa was thrashing about wildly. She had first one then another orgasm and asked him to stop. Rajesh asked her to spread her legs so that he could enter her. 

Rajesh started slow and easy and then started increasing the speed of his thrusts as Hansa grew comfortable with the size of his prick. She also started raising her hips and answering his thrusts with her own. She encouraged him on and started making little mewling sounds, as she did not want to wake up the mistress. Finally both came together and clung to each other totally spent. Hansa would not allow Rajesh to disengage himself and she rained his face with kisses. Rajesh held her tenderly and caressed her back and her ass. He kissed her on her mouth and both tongued each other. Finally they disengaged and Rajesh and she went to the bathroom. Hansa washed herself and Rajesh also washed himself. 

Both came back to the room and held each other. Rajesh saw that Hansa's hands were wandering all over him, and he also started playing with her tits. He held her nipples between his fingers and coaxed them to hardness. Hansa in turn played with his prick and it started getting hard once again. They kissed each other once more and Rajesh placed his mouth on her breasts. He sucked her nipples and Hansa was completely aroused. Rajesh now allowed his tongue to move further down and he kissed the portion between her breasts and her navel. His hands sought her nether regions and found her sopping wet. Once again he entered her as she spread her thighs for his benefit. This time Rajesh and Hansa were totally engrossed in the action and Hansa was a little more vocal than the previous time. Rajesh also did not hold himself back and soon both reached their peaks together. They held each other and caressed each other. Hansa reluctantly took herself away from the room and went to her own. 

The next day, Hansa went about her work almost as if nothing had happened. Rita went out at 9:30 on a shopping expedition, which normally lasted more than half a day and sometimes till the evening. Hansa went to wake up Rajesh. Rajesh was sleeping and had kicked the bed sheet off. Hansa stroked his tumescence. Rajesh thought he was having a dream but soon saw in the haze of his half sleep that Hansa wanted more. He pulled her to him and kissed her. Hansa asked him to brush his teeth and have his tea. 

Rajesh saw that Rita was not in the house and asked Hansa her whereabouts. Hansa told him about Rita's shopping. Soon he pulled Hansa to himself and kissed her on her lips. Hansa responded and soon both of them were lying nude next to each other on Rajesh's bed. Rajesh attacked her tits and sucked on her nipples. Hansa was soon tonguing his prick and expertly arousing him beyond control. Rajesh asked her to stop and asked her to stand next to the bed and bend over it. He fucked her slowly from behind and increased the speed of his strokes. Soon both were in a rhythm of their own and oblivious to the world around them. Hansa came soon, and as Rajesh continued to pound her, came again. Both went for a shower in the bathroom attached to Rajesh's room. Needless to say they once again fucked in the bathroom and this time also Hansa came twice with a great deal of sound effects!

Duly fortified Hansa got back to her household work and started making lunch for all. 

Rajesh sat in his room and did not venture into the kitchen as he was tired after his exertions. Although Hansa and he could have carried on, they decided that it was a little too risky with Rita possibly due any time. This proved to be wise because Rita returned home early. The time was still 12:30 when she came back. 

Lunch was served at 1:30 PM and Rajesh and Rita ate together on the table. Rita enquired about Rajesh's studies and project. She apparently knew a few people in the town and told Rajesh that she could ask them to assist him in getting a job, after his degree. Rajesh thanked her and said he would be grateful if she would do that. 

While he was eating with her, Rajesh noticed that Rita was not all that old looking and her face had very few lines. He did not fail to notice that her figure was attractive with reasonably good breasts and a delicately curved behind. Rita mostly wore saris but occasionally wore jeans or the Indian Salwar kameez. After lunch, all of them went to their rooms and lay down. 

Rajesh slept till 5 PM. When he got up he found Rita making tea. He yawned and asked her where Hansa was. Rita informed him that while he slept, she had a call from her village that her mother was ill and so had rushed there. Both had tea and biscuits and made some conversation. Rita made bold to ask him whether he had a girlfriend, as she found that all people in the present generation had either a girlfriend or boyfriend. Rajesh told her that he had broken up with his around a year back and had not yet met anyone worth cultivating. Rita said that this was a pity. Rajesh hesitantly told her that he liked mature women more.

Rajesh sneaked a look at Rita and found that his statement had affected her. She asked him to repeat what he had said and Rajesh blurted out what he had said earlier. Rita said nothing and went back to her room after tea. They had dinner at around 9 and Rajesh was about to go to his room when Rita asked him to check the computer in her room as it did not seem to be working. When Rajesh went there, he found Rita peeping over his shoulder as he was working on the computer. She bent closer and he could feel her tits on him. 

Rajesh got up and turned round. He held Rita and kissed her hard on her lips. Rita responded and soon they were kissing each other tongues and all. Rajesh was a little cautious with Rita as she was a refined lady and he could not employ the same methods he used with the maids he had screwed. Slowly and very gradually he brought his arms round her and they made their way to her ample backside. 

Rita was now getting more and more aroused. She brought her hands to Rajesh's lungi and rubbed his prick from outside. Rajesh in turn cupped her breasts through her clothes and started undressing her. Rita asked him to switch off the light and she started undressing herself. Soon she was lying on the bed totally nude. Her body was not as firm as it had been in the first flush of youth but was certainly more than just attractive. Her breasts were quite firm and showed very little sag. Her backside was quite tight and was big. Rajesh stripped and lay down next to her. 

He cupped her breasts and started playing with her nipples before he sucked them one by one. Rita was now moaning and encouraging him. Rajesh continued for some more time and then put his hand on her vulva. He inserted one finger into it then another. All the time Rita was moaning in ecstasy. Rajesh moved down to her pussy and licked it. Rita was in total bliss as he did it. Soon she spread her legs and asked Rajesh to enter her. He did so and both of them commenced the to and fro movement to ecstasy. Rajesh started with slow and easy strokes and gradually increased his speed. Rita started thrashing about on the bed and said, "Go on, faster!"

Rajesh increased his thrusts and soon both were responding to each other with grunts, moans and groans. Finally Rajesh erupted and Rita, who had already come twice, did likewise. 

She held on to Rajesh and kissed him several times. Rajesh kissed her gently on her lips and cheeks and told her that he had really felt total bliss with her. Rita asked him how he had become such an expert at sex and Rajesh unburdened himself and told her about his maids, while carefully omitting any reference to Hansa. Rita sensed something amiss and asked him about Hansa. Rajesh was a little hesitant and pretended that there was nothing with her. Rita pointed out that the way Hansa was looking at Rajesh showed that she was smitten by him and she could sense some intimacy in her look. Rajesh now had to come clean and told Rita that he had fucked Hansa the previous night and again in the morning. 

Rita said "Quite the stallion, aren't you?"

Rajesh actually blushed! However Rita did not seem to mind and asked him how he found Hansa in bed. 

Rajesh told her after some persuasion that Hansa was quite the tigress in it. Rita asked him how he would like to have both of them together. Rajesh was a little astonished at her adventurousness but murmured his assent. He wondered how Rita would persuade Hansa, but kept his thoughts to himself. Rita seemed to have got aroused by Rajesh's story and she now wrapped her hand round his prick and started stroking it. Rajesh, who was half aroused, was now fully erect and started kissing her wildly. He took her nipples in his mouth and sucked them. His hands moved to her cunt and he inserted his finger in it.

Soon Rajesh was erect and he entered her again. Rita had been without sex for years and she was extremely passionate, almost as if she was making up for lost time. Both were again at it and soon they reached their peaks almost together.

Next morning Hansa was back and Rajesh was, prudently, back in his room sleeping a little late as it was a Sunday. Rajesh had a wash and brushed his teeth. He came out of his room and Hansa gave him his tea with a smile. Rita had just got up and soon she came down from her room. Hansa gave her a cup of tea and Rajesh and Rita were sitting at the dining table having their tea. Rita gave no sign of the intimacy she had with Rajesh and started reading the newspaper. Rajesh had his tea and went back to his room leaving Rita and Hansa to talk amongst themselves in the kitchen. Rita and Hansa discussed mundane stuff like what they should have for breakfast and lunch. 

Rita asked Hansa whether she was happy in her employ and Hansa answered in the affirmative. She then asked Hansa what she thought of Rajesh. Hansa could not conceal a blush and she lowered her eyes just a little as she replied, "He seems to be a nice boy." Rita observed her embarrassment and asked her why she blushed, teasing her a little. Hansa stammered a bit and said "Nahi Tho" or not at all. 

Rita continued and asked her, "Isn't he really young and strong?". Hansa by now was squirming in embarrassment and she asked her "Memsahib, why are you asking me all this?"

Rita laughed and told her about what had happened with Rajesh the previous night. Now Hansa was all ears and got more than a little aroused as Rita went into details. Without warning, Rita shoved a hand right into Hansa's top and told her that her nipples had become hard. Hansa was really blushing and Rita had got her aroused some more by her actions. Rita told her to come to her room and she left the kitchen. 

Hansa went to Rita's room and Rita asked her to sit down. Rita asked Hansa to help her with her clothes. As Hansa was folding her clothes she saw that Rita had expensive lingerie. Hansa sneaked a look at Rita and saw the shape of her body. Rita had always been voluptuous and her curves had got curvier with age. Rita noticed the look but said nothing. 

After some time of folding and arranging her clothes, Rita asked Hansa what she thought of her looks. Hansa blushed at the thoughts that had been going on in her mind and said that she had always thought Rita to be beautiful. Rita had felt some attraction to Hansa who was quite good looking and had some meat in the right places. She called Hansa to her and put her hand on her thighs. Hansa had by now guessed why her Memsahib had called her to her room and liked the prospect of being seduced by Rita. Rita had never felt like this earlier, but their talk with each other about Rajesh had lowered barriers. Hansa got a little bold and dared to put her hand on Rita's shoulder. The women kissed each other and were soon seeking the sensitive parts of the other's body. Soon they had divested themselves of their clothes and Hansa was sucking Rita's nipples. Rita in turn had her finger in Hansa's cunt and another one was looking for her clit. 

Rita went down on Hansa and her tongue was exploring the folds of her vagina. When she reached her clitoris Hansa could barely restrain herself from shouting. After some time she peaked and then went down on the Memsahib. Rita was soon in the throes of ecstasy and shuddered her way to one climax after another. Both the women kissed each other for a long time and held each other. After a while, Hansa went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and Rita went for her bath. 

All the three people in the house met at the dining table. Rita and Rajesh ate breakfast quietly as Hansa served them. Later Hansa had hers and cleaned up. Rita asked Rajesh to come to her room and called Hansa also. 

(To be continued) 



Further Adventures of School Slut



Life had become regular, even after leaving school. Ms Chapman would host bridge nights at her house, in which he was expected to play the part of waiter. Most of his duties were however in the bedroom. Mrs Dawson made sure a trip to the bathroom took an extra long time (mainly spent riding his tongue) until eventually Ms Chapman's guests left and he was at her mercy for as long as she decided.

However, even that came to an end; Ms Chapman met a guy through a dating website and was soon married to him. He parted on good terms with her though, she had been too busy to spend much time with him in the last few months and Mrs Dawson was older too, with 2 kids to deal with. He had completed his degree and at the very last, Ms Chapman had even said she would miss him a little, but had him promise never to forget her training.

He was hoping to make it as a college lecturer and wasn't shy of working hard, taking on extra jobs, delivering for a wine shop to rich customers, which led to a liaison with a married woman for almost a year. She reminded him of Ms Chapman in her prime, but still had a good body. It seemed so natural to watch her smile as she lay comfortably on the divan while he spent a couple of hours drawing her casually to a couple of long, drawn out orgasms on his tongue, before fucking her for the rest of the afternoon. She moved to a villa in Spain with her older husband but he had no doubt she would find another young man to liaise with over there.

On one occasion, he had gone round to deliver wine. They had only had sex once but as soon as he arrived, she opened the door and beckoned him through to the kitchen.

"Load it over there" she said, indicating a storage space with racks.

Her husband ran a shop until 5pm each day, selling wine, hence the deliveries. Buying it from his company was cheaper for them in bulk. Kneeling to push the box into the rack, she had crossed the room and stood before him, her house gown now open, showing sheer negligee. Her hand led his head to her crotch and after a few minutes, she sighed as his tongue slowly explored her pussy. After 10 minutes she unhooked a thigh from his shoulder.

"Follow me, I need to get more comfortable" and he did so.

She stretched out on the divan and he was soon back in between her thighs, her hand descending often to stop his tongue work from bringing her off to prematurely, seemingly content to let him take his time. He had asked her about oral sex and she had laughed. 

"Darling, my mouth was meant for sipping fine champagne, eating the best food and kissing dinner party guests. Well, the odd kiss when I'm being fucked. It wasn't designed to take anything large into it! That's what men were made for, now shush and get back to work, we still have 2 hours before my husband finishes. He usually gets back about 6" she said and pressed his face into her crotch again.

After 2 orgasms, she had pulled him up and fucked with him in a variety of positions. She had been true to her word as well and never returned oral favours. It was obviously not her first lover behind her husband's back. He had understood that there had been a gardener the year before and it would have been unsurprising to have found out he had been keeping her satisfied too. There was a routine on his weekly visits where she would wear a nightie now. After depositing the wine in the rack, he would usually end up rimming her for a while before they moved to the divan. She loved the long session of oral that followed before he pistoned his cock in and out of her soaking pussy or bent her over the back of the divan and took her that way. Then depending on whether there was time or not he bathed her with his tongue again before leaving.

On one or two occasions, they had cut it very fine and he had left by the back door, just before her husband got in. He was surprised on one occasion as he witnessed the older man kneeling before her and beginning to tongue her as he sneaked past the window outside. She had a look of indifference or indeed distaste on her face and he surmised if he wasn't even good at oral, he must be awful in bed, hence her strong desire to have him come by at least once a week.

He was now 23 and still applying for those teaching roles. Initially, he managed to get a role as a classroom assistant but had to take on a bar job to pay the bills. Kate from the old school canteen worked in this new school but he managed to avoid her, despite her insistence he come down and eat in her office kitchen. He had no such luck on a night off, when he went to the bar and proceeded to drink far too much. He still managed to somehow leave with a girl, a student nurse from the dorms across the street. Heading in, he flopped onto her bed and didn't exactly please her with his failure to produce an instant erection. She returned a little miffed from the loos and again told him to keep quiet as he suddenly realised there were 3 other beds in the spacious room. Swiftly mounting his face, she ground herself on it, until forgetting her own warning, she moaned in orgasm, bucking against his tongue wildly. 3 jealous and aroused room mates were soon awake and around the bed.

"Fuck's sake, I'm wide awake now. Can I have a go Mandy?" said one of them.

"Alright, but leave some for me, I brought him here" said a pouting Mandy.

He seemed to have no say in the matter as Mandy's roommate mounted his face, clad in just her nightie. He had a hard time licking as she kept moving back and forth constantly and the added hand on his cock didn't help. Nor did the swirling tongue he felt on it afterwards. He was sucked a little, before someone mounted him.

"That's it Mandy" he heard and a small part of him seemed relieved that his date was the one now fucking him.

She ground herself leisurely on his cock as her room mate came on his face. She was immediately replaced by the next girl, who wasted no time in pulling open her cunt lips and mashing them against his mouth. Her orgasm seemed to last forever and he felt Mandy groan on his cock, before she removed herself and another girl took her place. Just before she did, she slid what felt like a cock ring onto him. He could feel the restriction kick in, each time he threatened to cum. The last girl had now mounted his face, facing his feet and after some licking, he felt her slide forward, positioning her asshole over his mouth. He licked upward, managing to spear the tight opening. She allowed him to do this for a while before sliding back and eventually Cumming on his exhausted tongue. Mandy replaced her with the speed of an alley cat. She was highly aroused and from then on it became a free for all. At one point, one of the girls licked another one while she was being double teamed by Mandy and another girl, and then his hands were held out while the girls used his fingers for relief while waiting for a go on his cock or tongue.

It was approaching dawn when the girls were finally exhausted. Her 3 roommates crawled to bed and Mandy fucked him again, this time in missionary. She helped him off with the cock ring, then mounted him 69 and this time, sucked him as well. As she came for the last time against his tongue, she let him cum in her own mouth. He was in seventh heaven but no sooner had she exhausted him, but he was kicked out. He walked home tired, but finally having felt his cock was as useful as his tongue.

Then came his break; he was interviewed for a lecturer's job at a country college, a marvellous mansion of a place. He was even offered the job, with an apparently glowing reference from his old school. His new boss was a smart and proper woman in her mid forties, Ms Brady and assigned him to his new class. He found there were 15 girls and 2 guys, although both lads looked camp as Christmas and seemed to have no interest in having so many females in their class. He settled in well over the first week, going home to early nights, in early to prepare for class and generally tried to make a good impression. He was shocked when the principal called him to her office one lunchtime and there was Marie, the French exchange teacher.

"Um, Marie isn't it? Hello" he hesitatingly said.

"Oh Dominic, Marie was saying she was an exchange teacher when you were nearing the end of your tenure in school. Marie taught here for a year about 4 years ago now. She was at a teacher's conference today and simply had to say hello to some of her ex-colleagues here. Well, seeing as you know each other, perhaps you could have lunch with Marie" she said smiling.

Dominic smiled back warmly and looked at Marie. She was still quite attractive and 30 now. 

"Okay Janice, I will see later and we can go for dinner then" and walked towards the door.

Evidently Marie got on well with the staff here too, as she had at his old school.

"So Dominic, it's been a while. I'm very happy you have decided to go into teaching" she said.

"Oh, you know, I've always harboured ambitions to learn" he said innocently and Marie giggled.

"Yes, you can never stop learning. There is always more to know" and they headed to a nearby restaurant.

Lunch passed politely and without incident but Marie insisted she wanted a tour of her old work again. He drove back to the college and as he didn't have any classes that afternoon, he acted as tour guide. They went past the class he usually lectured in but most of the rooms were busy with other study classes. Turning a corner in the upper part of the college, which was an old converted mansion/school, Marie pushed open a door.

"Oh look" she said.

They went through the door, which led to an old part of the building and a small store room. 

"Ah, my foot. Give me a hand" she said and he saw her heel was against a stone block.

Kneeling down, he managed to free it easily and then became aware of Marie looking down at him.

"Mhmm, this reminds me of a night once, about 10 years ago, non? C'mon garcon, for, how you say, old times sake" and not waiting, she slid her skirt higher, at the same time lifting a leg and slipping it over his shoulder while she leaned against the wall.

A moment later she gasped, as his hand pushed her knickers to the side and he began to lick her earnestly.

"Mhmm, you have ze raw talent. Av you been taught?" she asked.

"Um lick, slurp yes" he said.

"Okay. Show me what you can do naughty boy" and her hands came down to hold his head steady.

After a rushed orgasm, she wasn't ready to quit and turned around so he could rim her. After a good while, she turned around again and had a 2nd orgasm on his tongue.

"Phew. Okay zat is enough. For now" she giggled and let him finally rise from his knees.

Straightening her skirt, she glanced at him again.

"Okay, now I have to go to Janice's office. I'm staying at her place then we are eating out" she said.

They walked in a comfortable silence to Ms Brady's office and he left her.

"When you are in France, look me up and we can do that for days and days. You will know when you are ready, then you must come to me and you will be mine" she said, pressing a card into his hand with her address and phone number.

As he was about to leave, Ms Brady called him in.

"Hi Dominic. I hope you were a good host to Marie" she said.

"Yes, he was Janice. Very accommodating" said Marie, smiling sweetly.

He was paranoid, wondering if the principle could see the sheen of juices all over his face. He quickly left and thought no more of it. The next day in class, he noticed a couple of the girls were looking at him funnily, but thought nothing more of it. At the end of the lesson, he noticed Anne and Lysette were staying back. Once the class exited, Lysette closed the door, locked it then approached his desk, with Anne hovering nearby.

"Um Mr Tenman I was going to the bathroom yesterday on the top level and you'll never guess what I heard" she said.

He froze but appeared outwardly calm.

"Shall I tell you? Sort of 'oh, ah, show me what you can do' and do you know Mr Tongueman, oops, I mean Mr Tenman, you did know what to do, didn't you?" she said smiling.

"Girls, I have no idea what you are on about. Now leave this instant before I report you" he said unconvincingly.

"Oh no, not at all Sir. You see, if I tell Ms Brady, or show her the photo I have on my camera phone, I believe you would get the sack maybe or lots of trouble. Now, why don't you just be a good teacher and do as I say" she said and walking past him, sat in his chair.

"Okay teacher, this is my phone. Now, I have Ms Brady's number as all the students do for official reasons. I can just attach this photo and if I type in her number I could send. Now am I going to hit send or are you going to get under the desk?" she said.

As he came around to be beside his chair, Anne stepped forward and kneed him in the groin. He buckled and Lysette smiled.

"Good teach, now then, it's my turn for you to show me what you can do" and quickly scooted her knickers down her legs.

She draped her thighs over his shoulders and after a minute she looked up at Anne.

"He's really doing it, you're so going to like this Anne. Fuck, he's good. That's it Mr Tongueman, get that lapper way up inside me. Aaahh!" gasped Lysette as he dined on her pussy.

Sucking each lip, licking inside, before tongue fucking her. She held out for 20 minutes before she came. As soon as he finished, she got up and immediately, Anne dropped into her place. Her legs came over his shoulders and he had the task again of bringing her to orgasm with his mouth. Afterwards, they rose together.

"Now Mr Tongueman, Anne has a copy of the photo too. From now on, I might need the odd bit of relief and so might Anne. And if I decide anyone else, then them too. If you want to keep your job and avoid a black mark against your name for teaching anywhere, then I suggest you just indulge me now and again and life will be just fine. Okay?" she said.

"Okay" he replied wearily.

The girls skipped happily to the door, unlocked it and left. Damn that Marie! Two occasions in ten years now, he had found himself suffering for the pleasure he gave Marie. The last occasion, when he was just a pupil had put him at the mercy of Ms Chapman for years, along with the odd occasion with Mrs Dawson. Now Marie had selfishly enjoyed him again and promptly caused more trouble for him. He only hoped Ms Brady didn't know or he really was finished.

Meanwhile, Ms Brady was still chuckling at what Marie had told her. Once again, Marie had innocently used him for oral sex then told someone before leaving. Janice was a professional but there was no reason she couldn't enjoy him this way. Just thinking about it made her hot and wet. There was no reason not to call him right now. Janice let him report to her office and spun her monitor round to face him.

"So, what the hell is this?" she said.

It seemed to be shots from him pleasuring Ms Chapman.

"I hear you blackmailed your teacher with your sordid desires. Well, the word of a teacher against the word of a liar. And I've no doubt you've tried it on with more women!" she roared.

He begged Ms Brady, anything not to lose his job.

"Well, I'm so bloody tense from dealing with your indiscretions, maybe I should try out your sordid desires, it might even calm me down and make me more likely not to sack your sorry arse afterwards. Now get over here" she said, allowing him to approach and kneel beside her chair.

She swiftly hitched up her skirt, wrapping her legs around him and let him start to lick. Each time she became bored, she would twist his ear and threaten to sack him, then when he pleased her, her grip on his head would lessen somewhat. After an hour, she began to reach her 2nd orgasm.

"Fuck that's it boyslut, get that wanton tongue on my clit. Faster, I said faster you fuck. Oh, you're gonna make me cum hard. And you're going to get even better with practice. Lots and lots of practice. Fuck, aaahh!" she groaned.

Afterwards he was commanded to clean the woman's thighs and ass of leaking juices. From then on, it got worse. Every free class that Ms Brady was free and he was free was spent under her desk. In service days were worse. Although his identity was kept a secret, he would spend those days under Ms Brady's desk all day, while he pleasured every female member of staff. He was wearing an eye mask and cap to hide his identity which simply made the teachers foul mouthed towards him. Seeing them the next day being polite to him was even worse as he remembered their merciless commands to get his tongue in deeper. But Ms Brady was the worst. What made life harder was the continued blackmailing of Lysette and Anne. They would accost him constantly. Lysette was especially fond of being rimmed and Anne had started to demand he did it to her as well. Many evenings he was due to go home would be spent pleasuring both girls. His time in bed sleeping had become the one sanctuary he had left, but he knew he couldn't stand much longer like this. He made up his mind to go to Paris and see Marie.

Arriving in Paris, he went straight to Marie's door. She was out, but after an hour, she appeared.

"Allo mon garcon, what brings you to Paris?" she quizzed.

He told her how he couldn't bare the life in the UK any more and she smiled knowingly at him. 

"I told you, one day, when you are ready, you will come to me" and saying so, she opened the door, ushering him inside.

Marie, still smiling, showed him her wide bedroom and indicated he could put his suitcase in there for now. Then she turned to him, approaching and putting her arms around him.

"So mon garcon, are you happy to see me?" she asked mischievously.

He simply nodded and let her lead him to the bed. Uncoiling herself from his arms, she let her skirt drop to the floor, stepping out of it as she discarded her top also. In his hunger, drinking in the sight of her body, he threw his own garments to the ground and they sank onto the bed. Marie needed to be fucked and sucked; the status of their relationship would be something she could address afterwards. An hour later, she lay smiling to herself as he gently licked her pussy down from orgasm. His cock was wonderful; fucking her senseless but his tongue was even more gifted than ever. She was going to enjoy an awful lot of that and couldn't wait to come home to an attentive selfless hunk of a lover.

Within a matter of weeks, he had slipped into the role Marie wanted him to take. After work, she would come home to a pleasant foot pampering and an orgasm as she sat in the lounge relaxing. Then depending on her mood, she would fuck him or relax for the evening. He meanwhile was ready with his tongue to excite her when she wished. She never tired of his oral skills, slipping off her skirt and expensive knickers in bed and mounting his face, her thighs hugging his head as her crotch rubbed itself possessively over his handsome face. 

However, things began to change; life with Marie was becoming quite predictable. He would pleasure her whenever she wanted but even that didn't seem to be enough for her. He was also convinced she was having an affair. Eventually, he packed 2 bags and left while she was at work. It was a cop out, but he thought it was for the best. Arriving back in the UK, he didn't waste any time in looking for work again, eventually managing to work freelance as an exam marker. As he was leaving a school after marking some final papers, he bumped into Kim, a kitchen matron who had did holiday cover on 2 occasions at his first school. Kim had always been softer on him, often stroking his hair affectionately while he pleasured her below the table. She was still only in her mid 30's and recognised him immediately.

"Well well, how are you?" she said to him.

"Fine Kim, and erm, you?" he said shyly.

They made polite chat for a few minutes until she spoke up.




Further Adventures of School Slut



"Look, um are you still with that French woman?" she asked him.

He shook his head, smiling.

"Mhmm, well I was going to have a night in, but if you don't have anything planned, pop over to share a bottle of wine" she offered.

It was arranged so quickly, he simply agreed. He showed up at 7 as agreed to find Kim in relaxed mood. She was wearing a figure hugging black top and chino skirt that came half way up her thighs. The drink flowed and Kim avoided any mention of their previous encounters, until she began to get tipsy.

"So, why did you leave Marie?" she asked.

"Well, I think she might have been cheating on me and well, it wasn't exactly an equal sex life" he confessed.

"What do you mean, not equal?" pushed Kim.

"Well, she didn't do anything to me, but I was well, expected to you know, service her, um quite a lot" he stammered.

"Service, oh you mean oral? I thought you really enjoyed doing that. I mean, I didn't know what the story was when you were at school; all I knew for sure was that twice a week, I could sit with my colleagues and have the best lunchtime present ever. Are you trying to tell me what you didn't really enjoy it?" she quizzed, intrigued now.

"No, well yes, I mean, no" he wasn't sure how to explain that he actually felt compelled to, with the hard time he was getting from the teachers, particularly Ms Chapman.

"You seem confused honey. So, let me get this right, do you like eating pussy?" said Kim blatantly.

"Um, well yes" he answered. "Okay and have you ever refused to do it?" she continued.

"I, um, well no actually" he said, realising he never had.

"In that case, I think it's just the matter that Marie might have been cheating on you and you decided to leave" said Kim, summarising for him.

Kim had taken his story and almost had him answer only the questions she wanted him to answer. She went to fill their glasses up and he found himself looking at her legs. Kim had always been kind of cool, with a sunny personality; his eyes were suddenly drawn to a plastic thing on the floor. Picking it up, he realised he was holding her dildo but just then Kim entered and saw it in his hand.

"Ah, I see you've found my little helper. Well, you know, a girl needs some sort of relief when she's single" she said.

He looked up at her as she stood by his chair and watched her as she sat on the sofa, one leg cocked up, eyeing him.

"You just can't substitute it for the real thing though. And getting head, my favourite" she said invitingly.

It had been a while since he'd had sex himself and he found himself crossing to the sofa. They kissed and then he slid down, until he slumped in front of Kim. She had already swung one thigh over to rest on his shoulder and as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he began to lick her earnestly, knickers pulled to the side to allow his tongue better access. 

"Hang on, slow down and take my knickers off; we're not up some back alley for a quickie" she said and let him slip them down her legs.

Once off, she slipped both thighs over his shoulders this time, pulling his head into her crotch. 

"Mhhmm, this beats the dildo any day" she sighed as his tongue sought and found her slippery entrance, entering and beginning to fuck her deeply.

As he settled into a steady rhythm, paying attention to Kim's sighs or the occasional excited grip on his hair, Kim began looking around until she spied her mobile phone. Setting the mode to video, she pressed record and zoomed in a little to her efforts at bringing her off. As she saw him raise to his head, realising what she was doing, Kim quickly pressed pause.

"Hey, don't look all startled; just pretend it's not there. Well actually, you can be aware of it, but give me a smile or a promise of how good it's going to be. I've always wondered what it would be like to get a sex moment on a phone, you know how people talk about them, well we're doing one now. We can watch it after, okay? Just think of it as your 15 minutes of fame" she said and pressed his face back into her crotch quickly.

Once his tongue was back inside her, Kim resumed recording the scene again, viewing what he was doing to her through the phone. For the next 10 minutes, she kept up the filming, until she realised most of her memory was being used up. Directing him to make her cum, she set down the phone very strategically on the arm rest of the sofa. Then, gripping his hair, she thrashed about a little as she came noisily. Afterwards, they talked for a little bit more wine and chat, before Kim started feeling drowsy. He reluctantly left without managing to fuck her, but Kim asked him round on the Saturday night. He arrived, with a bottle of very fine Chassagne Montrachet, Kim looking visibly impressed. She was dressed in black trousers and cream blouse, beckoning him through to the lounge. No mention of the previous evening was made, as the bottle was soon consumed and Kim went to fetch some Marsanne from the fridge. Returning, she found him looking oddly at the camcorder she had on the sofa and smirked to herself. It was an idea she had thought about after he had left during the week. They drank more wine but Kim soon put down her glass, looking at him.

"I could do with a foot massage, you know" she said sweetly.

"Um, sure okay" he said, crossing to take one of her feet into his hands.

She let him rub, until her arousal began to grow.

"Higher", she said and his hand went up a little.

"That's as far as I can go" he said, indicating her trouser her was at his hands now.

"That's easily remedied" she said, beginning to slip her trousers off.

He didn't mind going down on her, it was actually quite enjoyable, but really hoped to fuck her tonight. Kim wasn't wearing any knickers and didn't even bother with the pretence of a foot massage; she simply let her thighs slip over his taut shoulders, picking up the camcorder as he started to lick her pussy.

"What are you doing?" he asked hesitantly, when he saw her with it.

"You know the other night? Well, the phone camera doesn't last long, so let's try to record the whole thing this time. You know, an average length orgasm" she said, matter of factly.

She saw his face in a mask of protest and smiled sweetly at him.

"If you do a good job, you can fuck me later" she said and that quelled any dissent.

"Now honey, I want you to really play up to the camera. Turn me on, get me wet for your cock later by asking me to cum, telling me how sweet I taste, asking nicely to lick me in other places, all that sort of stuff. And put in an Oscar winning performance; I want to watch this later at some point and I want it to be really horny. Now then, action!" she said mockingly and switched the camera on.

After he had slowly played up to the camera for 15 minutes, he began to talk.

"Please cum on my face" he asked, trying to convince her with his tongue.

"Only if you slow down for a while and do a good job" she said back to him.

A little later, she squeezed her thighs against his head and he looked up to see her pointing downward. Understanding, he tried to play along.

"Please let me lick your beautiful bum" he intoned, swirling his tongue a little below her clitoris, moving it downward lazily.

"Mhhmm, depends. What's it worth?" said Kim.

He looked puzzled. She hadn't said she would respond like this.

"Anything you want" he said swiftly.

Kim let the silence grow, while he kept his tongue moving around inside her.

"Will you do this in a public place, say a bar or restaurant?" she said to him.

"Yes" he replied, hoping this was part of the game.

"Well, okay you can lick my ass then. But it had better be good" she warned him, sighing as his tongue quickly moved to her arsehole, stroking around it before entering with a valiant push.

Kim had indeed been serious about doing it in public. She had been on the website, I deep throat and realised his skills and her enjoyment of them could have a new site, where he went down on her, in a variety of ways, in a variety of locations, bringing her to orgasm with his tongue.

And if the site made a lot of money, well it would be like getting paid for getting head! She did like him and she loved a big cock ready to please her, but this could be a lot of fun and make her a fortune. It was far too good to not pursue. However, what if he didn't go along with it? She was confident he would do as she told him to though.

"Okay, you've earned an orgasm; up a bit now" she ordered and groaned out loudly as his talented mouth brought her off.

The next week, they had arranged to visit a small cafe/restaurant near the edge of town. Kim knew the tables included a long tablecloth which would be ideal for what she had in mind. Kim had also told him what to say and do. They sat down to order and Kim soon nudged him impatiently. He looked around but apart from them, the only other person in the restaurant was the young girl serving. He slipped under the table, the cloth hiding him from view and as Kim had told him to do, set his camera phone to night mode and eased himself between her parted thighs. Kim had valiantly managed to part them as wide as possible, allowing the camera to see what he was doing. He began to bring her to orgasm as quickly as possible, but Kim was resisting and he could hear the sound of a menu being rustled.

"Please cum Mistress" he said, as agreed.

Above him, Kim was enjoying his attentive efforts. She had already enquired as to a domain name and was looking forward to putting the clips on ilickout, her own site. She also reasoned that the sex was getting better. He had a lovely cock but it was important that he was kept wanting. That made him more eager to please and she was thinking of ways she could control him more. It was obvious what Marie saw in him now. Making her mind up as to what she would do to have him firmly at her beck and call, she grabbed a napkin and discretely hid the fact he was licking her to orgasm right then. After a few minutes, he emerged, looking a little dishevelled and his face was sticky with her juices.

"Did you record all of it?" she said to him.

"Yes, every bit" he replied, a little embarrassed.

"Look, I know it's sudden, but I've got to go shopping. Come round tomorrow night at 7, okay?" and without even waiting for him to reply, she left.

The next evening, he turned up at 7 sharp and Kim answered, only wearing a silk kimono. He could feel his cock stiffen and couldn't wait to fuck her, especially, as she kissed him before leading him to the bedroom. Pushing him onto the bed, she mounted his cock and it took all of his willpower just to avoid Cumming inside her. However, Kim had other ideas. She told him to relax as she reached over to grab some rope and tied his hands to the bedpost. Then a blindfold, before she slipped off his cock and he felt her mouth around it. This was new, as Kim had expressed distaste at blowjobs, but he wasn't going to complain. Then her mouth left him and he felt something encase, his genitals. Immediately, afterwards, Kim removed his blindfold and mounted his face.

"Before you ask, it's a cock cage. I have the key hidden and I'll take it off when I feel like taking it off. In order for it to come off, you simply do as I say without hesitation. Think you can manage that?" she said, although the answer was clear.

"Yes Kim" he said resignedly and let her pussy press on his mouth insistently.



Further Adventures of Susan Adams



On the trip home from Maine, Susan's mind was chaotic, flitting from one subject to another. She enjoyed the freedom and sexual titillation of exposing herself as they rode along the highway, but, while she did so, she was thinking of a multitude of things. She was bubbling inside thinking of telling Jim that she was pregnant, knowing that he would share her euphoria. However, she dreaded telling Jean because she had no idea how she would react -- would she be angry, jealous....or what? Then her mind switched to what her overall relationship would be with both Jean and Don. She had really loved the month in Maine, partly, of course, the very restful conditions and delightful surroundings, but mostly because of the relationship with the two of them. It was hard for her to describe, even to herself, exactly what that relationship was. The best description she could come up with was that she was something of a sex slave with a very benign master and mistress. Each had used her sexually, each had viciously and painfully spanked her, but they also had been kind and thoughtful and the spankings had not been malicious or sadistic. They had controlled her actions, determining what she should or should not wear and had required her to expose herself so that she was embarrassed and humiliated. However, she had come to realize that she liked being dominated in that way. In addition, they had manipulated her, together and separately, causing her to have sexual relations with two other men, making her an adulteress three times over. Now, her "master and mistress" were taking her home where, presumably, they would, again, be just close friends.

However, while she assumed that her relationship with Jean would return to what it had been before, she speculated on what her relationship would be with Don. During the time in Maine, she had been available sexually any time he wanted her, which was often, but, before the trip, he had screwed her only once, after spanking her. Would he still expect her to be available when she was home with her husband? Could she say "no" if he did? Would she want to say no? In any case, regardless of all these idle speculations and thoughts of future problems, she had a sense of freedom, looking forward, for example, to dressing as she wished. Still, she admitted to herself that she had loved the experience of being a sort of sexual slave and would look forward to another trip to Maine.

All these speculations and ruminations made the trip home seem shorter and she actually was surprised when they arrived. Jim would not get home until that evening, but, if he had been there when they arrived he certainly would have seen a major change in his very conservative wife, for Susan was almost nude in the car. As she got out, her cunt was completely exposed because of her wrinkled and crumpled tunic top and, even more out of character (at least, the character of the "old" Susan), she made no effort to cover herself, actually almost flaunting her semi-nudity. Don was, as would be expected, aroused by her display, and they made arrangements to get together after unpacking and resting. They did get together and, after their three-way sex, Susan and Jean discussed her pregnancy, as described earlier. After Jean left, Susan lay there for some time, thinking of all the events that had occurred since that first spanking by Jean -- lesbianism, adultery with three other men and, probably most significant, being made pregnant by one of those men during dozens of adulterous sessions. Amazingly for one so new to such activities, none of these things made her feel guilty; in fact, quite the opposite was true. Just after another bout of lesbian activity and adulterous fucking, she was eagerly awaiting her husband's homecoming.

She went in and took a shower to prepare herself for the greatly anticipated reunion, paying particular attention to the area between her legs. She considered taking a douche, but decided, feeling daring as she did so, that enteral cleansing would be enough. She came out of the bathroom and, after inspecting herself with a mirror, she was satisfied that the exterior looked pristine while the cunt hole, itself, still was my wet with Don's cum. The idea of greeting her husband with the news of being pregnant, while knowing it was by another man and while her cunt was filled with that man's sperm, caused excitement to course through her. Not having seen Jim for a month was enough by itself, but the other factors added stimulation, such that, when Jim finally came through the door, he was almost assaulted.

Jim was startled and elated by this show of affection and Susan's obvious physical excitement at greeting him. Not having had sex for a month, and assuming that the same was true of Susan, he was more than ready to take advantage of their mutual arousal and make the homecoming memorable in an amorous way. After embracing and kissing for a few minutes, they hurried to the bedroom and stripped for action. Susan was a perfect picture of a desirable woman, large, firm breasts topped by turgid nipples. Blond cunt hair, bushy and curly, covering the base of her stomach and pointing toward the cunt, itself, nestled between lovely, firm thighs. Even when those thighs were spread, revealing the cunt lips and the crevice between, there was little evidence that she had been fucked not long before. No ringlets of hair saturated with liquid, no coating of thick gelatin-like fluid over the lips, and, most important of all, no white mass of cum plugging the cunt hole, itself. A closer look in brighter light, however, would have revealed cunt lips coated with a clear, slippery coating and a cunt hole filled with a viscous fluid just beginning to seep out. What is technically called the "outflow" was commencing, promising a gradual seepage of considerable proportions over time -- or a flood if sucked out.

After a relatively brief period of fondling and foreplay, both were more than ready for more serious lovemaking. Susan had enjoyed the multiple fuckings of the last month, but she considered those sexual sessions to be just that, fucking, not lovemaking. As a result, her excitement mounted far beyond the simple physical arousal and she delighted in Jim's physical presence. As Jim moved between her legs, she drew her knees up to her breasts, opening herself as wide as possible. Jim was eager to enter her, but, knowing her pleasure points, he bent down, lightly kissed her cunt mound, and proceeded to lightly tickle and lick the hair. As his tongue moved lower to the clit, he began to encounter the first dampness, and, as he reached the cunt lips, it slid over the slippery liquid that coated them. He avidly licked through to the skin, savoring the evidence of Susan's excitement (and, of course, unknown to him, the residue of her recent adulterous fucking). Finally, he reached the cunt hole, and found a steady seepage of the same fluid flowing out of her vaginal canal, a flow he sucked and swallowed as Susan's pre-orgasmic undulations became more pronounced. The flavor of her cunt was stronger than usual, it seemed to him, but he took that as further evidence that she was extremely aroused.

In fact, she was extremely aroused. Seeing Jim for the first time in a month, lying beside him, being fondled, anticipating being screwed -- she was wildly excited. The realization that her cunt was wet from Don's fucking was just an added stimulus, a catalyst that made the entire experience something new and different. As he licked her cunt, she pulled her knees to her tits, opening herself as wide as possible, and began moving up and down in a frenzy of delirium and abandonment. She forced her cunt against Jim's mouth, willing the cum inside her to pour out, to commit a different kind of adultery. Finally, she threw her legs straight up in the air and said something she had never said before, "Jim, darling, fuck me! Fuck me!"

That cry was enough to provide the final spark to send Jim into real action. He raised up between Susan's legs, positioned his bursting cock at the opening of her cunt, and drove inwards. He sank to the bottom in one surge, finding her vaginal passage to be open and slick, well lubricated with her own emissions and with the considerable remainder of Don's cum. As with the first time Don had screwed her Jim found her much easier to enter, the slickness making it possible for him to last longer. This made the love-making more intense and better for both of them, proving, once again, that fucking one's wife after another man has had her increases the pleasure, particularly if the husband (at least, most husbands) isn't aware of it. Interestingly enough, in later screwing sessions, even those few occasions when Don had not had her first, Jim commented on how much looser she seemed to be, how much easier it was to get in. Susan didn't tell him, of course, that the looseness came from being fucked two or three times a day for a full month!

In any case, as Jim's cock pistoned in and out, Susan achieved a quick, vigorous orgasm, but instead of slowing down, her excitement continued to build, culminating in a second explosion that she later realized was the strongest she had ever had. Jim soon matched her explosion with one of his own, flooding her passages, blending his cum with that of Don. For each of them, the orgasms were memorable, amazingly strong and, most important, evidence of their deep feeling for each other. They lay, side by side, afterwards, holding each other close, as Susan divulged her great news, her pregnancy. The shared news sent them both into almost delirious happiness, culminating in a second bout of fucking -- less explosive, tenderer -- before, sated, they just relaxed and, finally, slept.

Susan's behavior in all of this was a fascinating reversal of the "normal" male-female reaction to extramarital sex. A man can say, with complete honesty, that the adulterous sex he had with another woman was just a physical thing, having nothing to do with the genuine love he had for his wife. He may even get a secret thrill of thinking of his paramour as he screws his wife. Even more erotic, having his wife suck his cock after it had been in the other woman could well bring on a premature explosion. Perverted or not, men have excused, or rationalized, such behavior throughout history, separating recreational sex with a "friend" from loving sex with their wife.

However, women traditionally have seen things differently, rarely accepting that dichotomy. A husband caught in infidelity "couldn't love her anymore!" Sex had to have an emotional component. Yet, Susan's relationship with Don (and, for that matter, Jean) was one of friendship and physical excitement, with no deep emotional attachment. She did love her husband, but there still was that illicit thrill which came from combining adulterous sex with marital intimacy. Inevitably, however, qualms of guilt surfaced in her quieter moments because, while she was far more experienced sexually than before going to Maine, she had a long way to go mentally to accept her "depraved" actions and arousal as being acceptable without remorse.

In any case, over the next several days, they fell back into their normal routine, although there were some differences. Susan, for a month, had been used to walking around wearing, at most, a pair of panties, and she found herself doing the same thing at home. On one occasion, she gave the paperboy a clear view of her bare tits. On another, without thinking, she opened the door to get the mail, standing completely naked on the threshold of the door -- just in time to almost cause a car wreck as a driver looked at her instead of the road. She soon adjusted, but never returned to the almost puritanical pattern of dress she wore before the trip. Jim, seeing her almost all-over tan, asked if Don had seen her nude and, hesitantly, Susan admitted that he probably had seen her sunbathing. She also confessed that she and Jean had worn their panties and bras around the "cabin," thus explaining, without emphasis, why she was going around the house in her underwear. Happily, Jim was quite unconcerned about such casual nudity and undress in those circumstances, and it removed any chance that Susan would inadvertently refer to the casual intimacy in clothes worn, or not worn, in Maine. In fact, for a while, Susan found herself being very careful in her comments about the time in Maine, fearful of giving any hint of the libertine vacation she had enjoyed. Her fears gradually ebbed, and soon they resumed their previous routine, Jim going to his office to prepare for the fall semester and continuing his research. Life was good and their sex never better.

All in all, August was a very good month, partly the pleasure of being home, but also because things just seemed to work out. With her beating what seemed to be impossible odds and becoming pregnant, Jim and Susan agreed that it would be best if she avoided the stress and strain of teaching. Jim was now making a good income, and, with a little skimping, they decided that they could get along without her salary. Even that skimping soon became unnecessary, however. Jean normally employed a temporary worker to help type and edit her columns, and, as she said, Susan was far more qualified than most of the people the agency sent her. Being hired as an assistant to her very good friend provided the crowning touch for Susan, and she went around bubbling most of the time. Topping it off, when she and Jim attended the faculty reception later in the month, wearing her relatively sexy new dress, she was the belle of the ball. Jim was delighted with the "new" Susan, further feeding her euphoria, and making the world a delightful place.

However, there were some occurrences during the month that both added to and detracted from that rosy picture. For example, not everyone had such a delightful homecoming. As might have been expected, a month away from his office created a pile of work for Don. In addition, a number of very vexing problems had occurred, many of which he had not been able to handle on the phone from Maine, and his office workers had simply waited for his return rather than showing initiative. Unfortunately, the cabin was in a dead zone so using the internet hadn't been possible. As a result, when he returned home one evening, he was tired and very out of sorts. He was quiet and morose during dinner and, as he made clear to Jean, he just wanted to be left alone to think of the problems he had to solve. Around 8:00 PM that evening, Susan came over, complaining that Jim was so busy getting ready for the new semester that he wouldn't even talk to her. Despite Jean's efforts to warn her off, she kept attempting to draw Don out of his sour mood, being her normal vivacious self, even going so far as to ruffling his hair, a serious mistake. Never having seen him in that mood before, she didn't realize that she was tempting fate -- like teasing a bear trying to sleep.

Finally, after warning her several times to leave him alone, Don erupted. "All right, young woman, if you won't quit, you're going to get a spanking to teach you a lesson! Get up to the bedroom!" Don got to his feet and pushed her toward the stairs. Susan was thunderstruck, being taken totally by surprise. This was not Maine where she was committed to obey or accept punishment! It was in some ways a defining moment in their relationship, actually for all three of them. More than any words, her actions said that Don was still her master.

Almost in a daze, Susan went into the hallway toward the stairs as commanded. In doing so, she walked right by the door, a door that opened onto the deck connected to her house. Out that door and across ten feet of deck and she would be home, safe and with her husband. Don made no threat, wasn't forcing her, but she never considered disobeying, never even considered refusing to submit to what she knew would be a very painful spanking. Instead she slowly mounted the stairs, stammering, "Please, Don, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you mad -- I was just playing."

Don was in no mood to be forgiving, and probably wasn't even listening to her pleas. In fact, he was exactly in the mood to take his office frustration out on Susan's bare bottom. Following her up the stairs and into the bedroom, he sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "Take your panties off and come over here!" Reluctantly, but without hesitation, Susan reached up under her skirt and slowly pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. Then, like someone going to their execution, she walked over to Don, lifted her skirt to her waist, and, without further futile protest, lay over his knees, her hips exposed and ready for the punishment. As always, she presented a delectable picture of a submissive woman, plump ass cheeks clenched together as if to deflect the blows, framed this time by the skirt rumpled up over her back. Jean, who had followed them upstairs, couldn't help but notice how much more vulnerable those cheeks looked outlined that way than if Susan had been completely naked.

Don looked down at the exposed ass and, without comment, raised his right arm and brought his hand down with a resounding smack, sending a cracking noise throughout the upstairs. Susan let out a scream of pain as the force of the blow crushed her bottom, sending waves of agony coursing through her body. She had anticipated the pain but, as always, forgot just how bad Don's hands would hurt. As the hand continued rising up and thundering down, Susan's ass began to look like meat on a butcher's shop. First it turned pink, then a uniform red and, finally, a mottled mixture of plain red and angry crimson blotches. The spanking hand pressed deeply into the flesh, leaving an outline imprint in white surrounded by red as it hit and pulled away. The sunken area quickly rebounded, the outline of the hand turning an even deeper red and remaining visible until replaced by the next blow. The room was filled with the rhythmic smack, smack, smack....smack and the counterpoint moans of pain from Susan. Her shrill cries of agony had quickly degenerated into pleas for mercy, whimpers of how much it hurt and pitiful promises to behave in the future.

For Jean, the spanking brought forth the usual mixed emotions -- sympathy for her friend warring with the sexual excitement she always got from seeing Susan's perfect ass being belabored. She stood near the bed, watching intently, squeezing her thighs together in an involuntary reaction, bringing herself close to orgasm as the punishment went on. Reaching up under her skirt, she pulled her panties down around her thighs and began playing with her cunt. She couldn't believe the severity of the spanking, looking aghast as the hand prints on Susan's skin merged into what appeared to be one large, swollen welt. Susan was now lying limp, accepting the repeated blows with only a continual low moaning showing her reaction, while Don continued relieving his frustrations on her pliant body.

At long last, after what seemed like an eternity, his hand slowed and, finally, stopped, resting on Susan's burning behind, as he looked at the ravaged hips. The normally smooth, pink skin was now multi-colored, ranging from whitish areas that looked almost like frostbite to deep purplish-red splotches that already looked like bruises. In between was the overall dark crimson hue of a very well spanked ass. Without question, the cheeks were plumper than before, a swelling that would make sitting down uncomfortable for some time. Susan was limp, her head hanging down on one side of his knees, her loosely spread legs on the other. Her bottom cheeks, which had been tightly clenched together before the spanking, now were flaccid, the groove between them open enough that her asshole was clearly visible. Further down, her cunt lips were prominently revealed, swollen with excitement despite the pain, their insides glistening with moisture. Don looked at the erotic display as his hands played over the bruised cheeks, letting his fingers stroke between them, probing first her cunt and then, his finger lubricated, her ass.