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Sara's Story

By: Moonlight_33



Sara set down her suite case, and almost flopped onto the bed. The motel room she had booked into was small, but clean and nicely furnished, and the bed seemed like heaven after twenty- two hours sitting in an airplane. She was amazed at how exhausting sitting and doing nothing could be, and the jet lag was catching up with her already. It was an effort to get off the bed, but there were things she has to do before she could rest. Then she would rest well.

Opening her bag she took out her phone book, and picked up the phone. Her hands were shaking so badly it was almost impossible to dial the number, so she took a deep breath, and relaxed for a moment. There, the phone was ringing. Her heart pounding in her chest, she could hardly breathe.

"Hello. You have reached the home of James Carson. I am sorry I am not able to come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and a brief message, I will get back to you as soon as possible."

The sound of his voice took her breath away. She was almost relieved he wasn't home. Setting down the receiver without leaving a message, she headed for the shower. Letting the heat of the water wash away much of the stiffness of travel, toweled off, and headed for the bed. It was indeed comfortable. Sinking back onto the pillows she thought about her reason for being here. The meeting she a scheduled for the following day was the most important of her life. But that was not what had her so shaken. 

James. The mere thought of his name gave her shivers through her body, and awakened a need she desperately needed fulfilled. They had met online, in an Internet chat room, and quickly became close friends. Over time the friendship had become more. Much more. The endless hours they would spend chatting, talking, watching each other on cam, had added fuel to a rapidly growing desire. A desire that could not be tamed even by the distance between them. 

She took a deep breath and let it go slowly. Sleep was not going to come easily, her body and mind consumed by a combination of exhaustion and excitement. She tried to relax. To find the rest she so badly needed, but it eluded her. Submitting to her restlessness, she rose and went to the window. Gazing out upon a different world, her mind was a blur with the events of the past few weeks. It hardly seemed real. Yet here she was half a world away from the only home she had ever known. A cool breeze caressed her face, and a light rain began to fall, relaxing her a little. She returned to her bed, her body still to tense to let sleep find it's mark.

Opening the case beside the bed, she took out the velvet bag and opened it, producing a flexible pink vibrator with four rows of rotating beads close to the head. This one was her favorite, and she was now glad that she hadn't left it behind. Turning it on, she ran the beads over her tongue, making them wet with her mouth, loving the sensation it sent through her mouth. Moving it down to her pussy, she used her fingers to part her folds, and very slowly, moved the toy over her clit. 

Her sex was already producing liberal amounts of silky juice, and she covered the length of the vibrator, she affectionately called "Binkie" with her hot fluids. Stroking and teasing her nipples with her free hand, she worked Binkie a little faster over her clit, and down over her hole. She wanted the feel of it inside her right away, but she took her time, heightening her pleasure. Slowly she inserted Binkie into her wanting pussy, moving her other hand down to massage her throbbing clit. Spreading her legs wide, she pushed Binkie deeper and deeper inside, the rotating beads sending a thrilling sensation surging through her sensitive center. 

Moaning softly, she worked Binkie faster and harder in and out of her, thrusting and driving the toy into her hungry pussy while her fingers worked her clit in just the right way. Feeling herself building, she rubbed harder, fucking herself harder and harder with the hand held cock. Arching her back, and crying out softly, her orgasm swept over her sending a shuddering rush surging through her body. Taking Binkie from her pussy, she held it against her clit, riding her orgasm to the end. Tucking Binkie under the pillow beside her, she slipped into an easy, contended sleep. Binkie never failed her on sleepless nights.

Morning came all too soon, and the ringing of the phone brought Sara back from her dreams. 

"Hello" she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and brushed her hair back from her face.

"Good morning Miss Mason. This is the front desk with the wake up call you requested. It's 7 am. Did you sleep well?" He sounded all together to cheery for this time of morning, but she could hardly hold her restless night against him.

"Yes. Thank you. I slept fine. Was there any messages for me?"

"No Miss Mason, nothing as yet."

"Alright, thank you." She set down the phone. A hot shower and light breakfast was all she needed to get her day started.

Stepping into the street, she was suddenly hit by the realization of where she was. California. USA. A very different world from the small country town in Northern Australia, where she had spent most of her life. This place was alive with the hustle and bustle of a million people going about their daily business. She took a deep breath, and looked for the courage she needed to get through this day successfully. 

Stepping from the cab, she hugged her manuscript close. It had taken her three years to write the series of books she was submitting and hopefully selling to these people today. But her confidence was high. She was a good writer, and she knew it. The lift opened, and the door before her read "Bateman Publishing" With all she had inside her, she straightened her back and walked with confidence into the office. The secretary gave her a bright smile. 

"Good morning. Can I help you?"

"Yes. I'm Sara Mason, I have an appointment with Mr. Bateman this morning."

"Of course Miss Mason. Mr. Bateman has been expecting you, please take a seat and I will let him know that you're here." Sara returned her kind smile and sat to wait. Her heart pounding, and stomach churning.

"Miss Mason, you may go in now." She almost leapt to her feet. It had all come down to this moment, was she ready for it? She had to be.

The man behind the desk met her with a cheerful grin, stepping out to shake her hand and introduce himself. 

"Good morning Miss Mason, I'm Robert Bateman. It's nice to meet you at last. Please take a seat."

"It's nice to meet you as well Mr. Bateman." She met his eyes for just a moment, and for some reason found herself blushing. They had talked many times on the phone, but she had never assumed he would be so handsome. It gave her a rush she had not expected, and was a little uncomfortable with. She watched him walk around his desk and ease into the high-backed leather chair. He had a stunning physic, tall and well built. His shoulder length dark hair was pulled tight to the back of his head, and his dark brown eyes glistened with a life all of their own. His smile was magnetic, and she found herself staring. 

"I read all your manuscripts. I must say I am quite impressed with your writing technique. You have quite a future ahead of you." She wasn't sure what made her blush more. His compliment, or his smile.

"Well thank you. I enjoy writing." She set the manuscript she was carrying on the desk, and at once his eyes went to the ample cleavage the manuscript had been concealing. Her flesh burned under his gaze, but she made no move to cover herself. She found the look in his eyes, the obvious desire he had for her, gave her an inner strength she didn't know she had. She smiled back at him, confident.

"It shows in your work. I was hoping to offer you a contract this morning, but the paperwork isn't finalized yet. Could I tempt you with dinner this evening, to discuss it further?" Her heart pounded. A contract. They wanted her books. She had never been so relieved in all her life, or so thrilled.

"Yes of course. I would like that." She couldn't stop smiling.

"Wonderful. Give my secretary the name of the hotel your staying in, and I will pick you up around, say, seven?" His smile was so hot. She could almost read his thoughts, and felt the heat growing inside her as well. He took her hand to shake it, and the intensity grew. He drew her close for a moment, almost whispering, "I'll see you at seven."

Sara was so excited she almost forgot to give the secretary the name of the hotel. Her hands shook a little as she wrote down the room number. Standing in the hall, waiting for the lift, she let go a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. When she stepped into the lift she was alone, and could contain her self no longer. She squealed like a child, jumping up and down, hugging herself tight and spinning on the spot, releasing some of the tension of the last few weeks. She stopped abruptly when the lift doors opened, and a very good-looking mailman stepped in. He gave her an acknowledging smile, and she had to suppress the urge to giggle, to do something outrageous. 

All of a sudden she grabbed the unsuspecting mailman and kissed him hard on the mouth. At first he was a little shocked, but recovered quickly, pulling her hard against him, and forcing his tongue into her mouth. She felt so naughty, and so hot. His hands slid down over her ass and squeezed gently as their tongues danced between melting lips. The lift reached the lobby, and the doors opened. Sara released the dazzled postman and rushed out of the lift, turning to blow him one last kiss before she hurried out the door. The postmen deciding he didn't mind his job so much after all.

Stepping out onto the sidewalk was like stepping into an alien world. She looked up and down the street, wondering what to do now. She had the rest of the day to herself, but was completely at a loss as to how to fill the day. Spotting a pay phone, she had an idea of what would make her day perfect. Dialing a number she knew all to well, her heart pounded in her chest. Damn. It was the machine again. She was tempted to leave a message, but that was not how she wanted their first meeting to start. Setting down the receiver, she caught site of a lingerie store across the street, and began feeling a little wicked. 

The store was small, but well laid out, and an attractive blond with very long legs, and an extremely short skirt greeted her at the door. The top she wore was little more than a bra, and Sara had to wonder if those enormous breasts were real.

"Hi my name is Natasha, welcome to Madam Silk's, could I be of assistance?" The woman voice was soft and rather sweet. Sara had never been attracted to women, but there was something about this woman that made her naughty mood even naughtier. 

"Well, I'm not sure really. I thought I might have a look at something that was guaranteed to make a man drawl." She gave Natasha a wicked grin. Natasha giggled in a way that made Sara's pussy tingle.

"Oh, come this way. I have just the thing to make any man cream him pants." Sara began to giggle at the thought of seeing Mr. Bateman cream him pants, and had the thought that she would rather he creamed on her face. Oh, she felt so wicked. So hot. She followed Natasha to the back of the store and her mouth fell open when she saw the ensemble Natasha was referring to. A tiny black bra that held the breasts up, but left the nipples exposed, and a matching g-string that was only strings. The stockings joined to a narrow suspender belt, leaving the top few inches of the thigh uncovered. What made the outfit more startling was that Natasha was wearing it. If only she could make it look that damn good.

The sight of the other woman's body clad only in the extremely sexy attire was making Sara feel things she had never felt before. She could feel the tingling sensation in her pussy, and was a little embarrassed.

Natasha reached for the rack and took down a hot pink version of the outfit she was wearing in a smaller size, and handed it to Sara. Sara hesitated, and Natasha giggled.

"Oh come now, don't tell me the Aussie girl is shy. Go try it on." Sara bit her bottom lip in thought, then smiled sheepishly, taking the tiny garment and stepping into the dressing room. It didn't look quite the same on her as it did on Natasha, the other woman being a full foot taller than she was, but it still looked stunning. As she appraised herself in the full-length mirror, Natasha pulled the curtain aside and stepped in.

"Mmmmmm, now that does look good. Standing behind Sara, she ran her hands around her middle and down over her crotch, leaning in close to whisper in her ear,

"So do Aussie girls taste as good down under as they look?" She was almost purring as she rubbed the length of her body up Sara's back. Her hard nipples pressing against Sara's well tanned skin. Sara moaned softly, the sensations in her aching pussy taking control of her thoughts, her body. She felt like a wonton whore, and she liked it. Lifting one foot up onto the chair, she gave the steamy Natasha batter access to her hot and wanting sex. Natasha wasted no time. She pulled the string aside and plunged her fingers deep into Sara's wet hole. Her other hand teased and pinched Sara's erect nipples, biting and kissing the side and back of her neck. Sara reached behind her to stroke and probe Natasha's clean shaven pussy, while the other woman rubbed her thumb over her swollen clit, thrusting three long fingers in and out of her. 

Sara could not believe how quick she became ready to climax. Natash turned her around, sitting her on the edge of the chair, then climbed between her wet thighs, burying her face in Sara's luscious mound. Her tongue licked and teased, then dove deep into Sara's pulsing hole as her body erupted in orgasm. Natasha moaned and lapped hungrily at the juices that flowed from Sara's delicious hole. Licking her lips, she looked up at Sara,

"Mmmmmmm, you taste even better down under than I could have imagined." She dropped her head for one more quick lick, then rose and left the cubicle. Sara sat breathless for a few moments, trying to absorb what just happened. She has just experienced the best climax of her life, and another woman gave it to her. "Damn" she thought, I never knew it could be so good. Her legs were still a little shaky as she dressed and headed for the cashier. A little breathless she handed over the item.

"I'll take this one." Natasha giggled and said, "I thought you might."

Back at the motel room Sara threw the garment on the bed, grabbed her razor, and headed for the shower. Natasha's cleaned shaven crotch looked much better in that string then hers did, and she aimed to fix that. 

Shaved and naked, she stretched out on the bed and reached for the phone. Her heart pounded as it began to ring.

"Hello" It was the voice of a young boy. Sara wondered if she had called the wrong number.

"Hello. May I speak to Mr. Carson please?" She was becoming so confused. James had never mentioned family, let alone children. She quickly prayed that this had been the wrong number.

"I'm sorry, Daddy isn't home right now. Can I take a message?" Sara went numb. Daddy? Why hadn't he told her?

"No, there's no message. Thanks." She set down the receiver. What the hell was going on? In the two and a half years they had been lovers on line he never once mentioned he had kids, and kids usually meant a wife. A million questions raced through her mind. How many other things had he neglected to tell her, or lied about? Anger and confusion threatened to take hold when the phone rang. It was the front desk

"Miss Mason, a package has arrived for you at the front desk, shall I send it up?" A package? Who in the world would be sending her a package?

"Yes, of course. Send it up." She threw on her robe and waited for the knock on the door. The man from the front desk, Bradley she had discovered he was called, presented her with a dozen red roses. He gave he a wicked grin,

"It seems a certain gentleman knows how to treat a lady. Is he picking you up for dinner?" She raised her eyebrows at him and opened the card.

"Anticipating an enjoyable evening. Robert." She blushed at the thought of the evening ahead of her. This was just what she needed to take her mind off James until she found out what was going on.

"Yes Bradley, he's picking me up at seven." He looked disappointed. But she could tell it was all show. "But I promise to be home by seven thirty." His eyes lit up.

"You're expecting your date to go that badly?" She smiled and winked,

"AM" giggling she closed the door before he could say another word. Putting the roses to her face she breathed deeply. She loved the sweet scent of fresh roses. She set them on the table and began to dress for dinner.

In the lobby of the motel was several computers set up for public Internet access. Sara intended meeting Robert in the lobby, not in her room, and since she was a little early, she decided to check her email. In the five days since she had check her account, there was over a dozen emails from James. She opened the first one,

"Baby I miss you, where are you tonight?" The second,

"Baby I love you so much, I can't stand to be a day without you, please write back to me soon." The third,

"Sara, my darling Sara. I am beginning to worry. Please let me know where you are." All the other email were much the same. I love you. I need you. I miss you. Where are you? The last few were beginning to sound a little desperate. She clicked reply on the last entry. 

"Dear James. Where am I? Well that is an interesting question. I am here, in California. Thought I would drop by and surprise you while I was doing business here. SURPRISE!!!!! Oh by the way, interesting answering machine you have there, 'DADDY'S NOT HOME YET' Don't suppose you wanna explain that one to me? " She added the name of the motel she was staying at, and hit send. Logging off, she went back to the lobby, bumping into Robert as he made his way to the lifts.

"Oh. There you are. Saving me some time?" He was obviously surprised to see her there, and gave her a playful smile. She giggled, blushing a little under the intensity of his eyes. 

"I had to send a quick email to a friend, and I'm starved. If you had been late I was going to looking for a burger stand." He laughed at her tease, taking her arm and leading her out to the waiting Limo.

The restaurant was elegant, and the food superb, but more than that, it was the company Sara was enjoying. All through dinner Robert kept her laughing and blushing, telling her jokes and making silly little comments and observations about others dining around them. After desert, the table was cleared, and it was time to get down to business. Robert produced a contract and handed it to Sara, saying he hoped it met with her approval. When Sara got to the bottom line, it more than met with her approval, she was stunned. It was twice what she had been hoping to get, with an option for another three books over the next three years. It was almost to good to believe and although she wanted to sign right away, common sense told her to read the fine print, and she asked if she could get back to him tomorrow with her answer. He seemed delighted, suggesting that dinner tomorrow night at the same time would be the perfect opportunity to discus it further. She smiled at the thought of spending another evening in his company, and accepted his invitation. 

The evening was already very late when they returned to the car, but neither of them was ready to call it a night just yet. Robert helped her into the car, and stepping in beside her, leaned over and kissed her before she had a chance to move over. His kiss both surprised and delighted her, returning it with eagerness he had not expected, but seemed more than happy to expand upon. 


Sara's Story



Sliding his hands to the side of her neck, he pulled her closer, parting her lips with his tongue, eager to explore the inner reaches of her mouth. She could still taste the wine on his lips, and she sucked them eagerly between her own. His kisses broke free of her mouth, working their way down her throat to her shoulder. With his teeth he pulled the strap on her dress aside, kissing and nibbling the flesh beneath. A soft moan escaped her lips and he knew she wanted more. Tonight she was his.

The Limo came to a halt outside an enormous house with a porch that over looked the beach, and Sara new at once she would not be going back to the motel tonight. His home was luxurious and warm, and his bedroom was even more so. He took her hand and led her to the end of the bed, but first she had to see what he thought of the garments she had bought earlier in the day. Taking a step back, she undid the zipper on her dress. Slowly, deliberately, she let it fall to the floor, revealing what little she had underneath. His mouth curled up in a devilish smile.

"Did you get that for me?" She stepped towards him, moving seductively, sliding her hands over his shoulders and whispering into his mouth,

"Yes" He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her roughly to him, kissing her with intensity that set her body on fire. This would be no tender love making, but an animalistic frenzy borne of desire and need. He pulled the tiny top from her body, taking her tender breast full in his mouth, sucking hard. Biting her nipple between his top lip and his teeth, pulling a little, then sucking it back into his hungry mouth. She whimpered a little, but it only served to make him more aroused. Her hands went to his shirt, almost ripping it from him in her desire to feel his flesh. Digging her fingers into his broad shoulders, she leaned over and bit into his shoulder, sucking hard as she pulled he mouth away. 

Picking her up, he all but threw her to the bed, ripping the g-string away with his teeth, burying his face between her slender thighs. His tongue, hungry for the taste of her sweet juices, plunged into her hot and wanting hole. She cried out in pleasure and pain as his mouth took to her tender clit like a hungry animal, sucking and biting, driving her need higher and higher. She reached down, grabbing him by his hair, forcing his face harder against her sex. He growled softly, sending vibrations through her clit that seemed to consume her entire body. 

Removing his trousers while he feasted on her delicious pussy, he kicked them to one side. Standing, he grabbed her legs and pulled her back down the bed, sitting her up so her beautiful face was before his throbbing, erect cock. 

"Suck it." He commanded, and she did not have to be told twice. Taking his shaft in her hand, she began worshiping it with her mouth. Kissing and licking, teasing him with her lips, looking up into his lust filled eyes. He groaned, grabbing her head and forcing his cock between her lips, not stopping until he could feel his balls on her chin. She began to suck, moving him in and out of her mouth in hard, fast sucks. She was a woman on a mission now; she wanted to taste him. Sucking harder and faster, she moved her hands over his ass, gently touching and teasing his most sensitive places. He groaned softly again, and she knew exactly what to do. Reaching between her wet thighs, she slipped a finger inside her dripping pussy, making it wet, then returning it to his ass. Sucking him harder, she teased his tight hole, pushing the tip of her finger in, pulling it out, and pushing it back in a little further. His back arched and his hands pulled her mouth even harder against him. She pushed her finger in a little deeper, teasing and stimulating him until he could take it no more. With a roar, his cock exploded, shooting hot seed down the back of her throat, covering her mouth, her face, her hair, running down over her breasts. She swallowed hungrily, trying not to miss a drop of his wonderful cum.

He pulled her to her feet, looking into her eyes for a moment, grabbing a hand full of her hair, pulling her head back and smothering her mouth in a hard, hot kiss. Tasting his own juices mixed with hers on his tongue, he moaned softly into her mouth, sending a vibrating sensation through her lips. He laid her back on the bed, sliding up between her thighs, kissing and licking the soft flesh. His tongue returned to her throbbing clit, but with more tenderness than before. Sliding his mouth over her swollen pussy lips, he began to lick, and suck, sending a shudder through her entire body. She whimpered a little in her need for completion, and he slipped a finger into her ready sex. Sara's pussy was wet with heat, and he delighted in the feel of her silky smooth cream on his fingers. He began to tease the sensitive area between her pussy and her ass, moving a wet finger down to tease her tight pink hole. She moaned in anticipation. Sucking hard on her clit, he slowly pushed his finger into her tight ass, moving it only slightly back and forward, twisting it, making her ready for him. 

He added a second finger, sliding them a little faster in and out, delighting in the responses of her body. Sara could do nothing but await his readiness to make her cum, her heat rising higher and higher. Slowly pulling his fingers from her ass, he pushed in his tongue, licking and tasting her. He could feel her climax building. Her muscles tightening. Her juices were starting to flow. 

Quickly he made his way up her body, pushing his hard throbbing cock hard into her. She cried out, grabbing his shoulders as her body erupted in wave after wave of heated orgasm. Driving him self hard into her over and over again, not letting her pleasure subside. Feeling the inside of her pussy contracting and pulsing with her release. All at once his own pleasure was once again released hot and hard inside her, mixing the juices of their passion deep inside her hot hole. He collapsed on top of her sweating, heaving form, kissing her mouth and face in renewed tenderness. She held him to her, feeling his heart beating against her chest as she rode the final waves of her ultimate release.

Robert rolled off her relaxing body, pulling her over on top of him, his softening cock still inside her hot depts. Sara rested her head against his broad chest, happy and satisfied. He held her close, kissing the top of her head, whispering,

"Sleep awhile my Darling." He kissed her forehead and she sighed, slipping into deep, dreamless, sleep.

When Sara woke the following morning, she found herself alone in Robert's bed. She felt a little disappointed. On the pillow beside hers were a single red rose, and a note.

My darling Sara, You looked so much like an angel as you slept I could not find the strength to wake you, so I watched you sleep. Unfortunately I had matters to tend to today I could not avoid, I would have much preferred to spend the day with you. I took the liberty of having my people collect your belongings from the motel and bring them up to this room. I hope I have not over stepped my boundaries, but I wish you to spend the remainder of your time in the States with me. I will pick you up at seven for dinner, unless you would prefer to eat in. I will call you at my first opportunity. Lustfully yours Robert.

As much as Sara was touched but his somewhat possessive gesture, he did have a nerve presuming he could make such a discussion for her without asking. She climbed out of bed and went to the neatly stacked pile of suite cases and bags, looking at the clock on the way. Ten thirty. Damn, she had slept half the day away. On top of her suite case was an envelope from Bradley containing about a dozen messages, all from James. He must have been up half the night checking if she had returned to the motel. She wondered what he would think when he finds out she has been moved from the motel to a mans residence. He would have to have one hell of an explanation for the things he seemed to have forgotten to tell her before she would give a damn what he thought. 

Who was she kidding, she still couldn't get the man out of her thoughts, and she would have to hear the truth straight from him before she made any real judgements. She picked up the phone and called the motel. 

"Hello Brad, it's Sara Mason, are there any more messages for me?" Bradley seemed very annoyed with her, and she could not blame him considering the circumstances.

"Yes you have messages, but if you want them, you will have to come and get them yourself. I won't give to anyone but you." And with that, he hung up. She shook her head in disbelief. He was sulking. Oh well, if he would not tell her the messages, she would just have to go and get them herself. She needed to know what was going on with James. She dressed and called a cab.

When she reached the motel her stomach was rumbling. She'd not had any breakfast, so she would collect her massages, and go out to lunch. Bradley greeted her with puppy dog eyes. He was truly hurt by the way she had been moved out. When she explained she knew nothing about it, and it was not her idea, he brightened a little. He gave her the massages. James truly had stayed up all night waiting for her to come back, and he already knew she had checked out. She would have to call him. Her time left in the States was running short, and if she went home without at least meeting him, she would always be wondering. She did need a way to make things up to Bradley for his hurt feelings though. She thought for a moment.

"Brad honey, they left a pair of my favorite ear rings up in the room I was in. I don't suppose you could take me up and help me find them? They mean a lot to me." She gave him back the sad puppy eyes he had given her, and he took the key to the room off the hook.

"How could I refuse such a request from a lady as pretty as your self? Come on, I will help you find them." 

When the entered the room Sara didn't say a word. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with a slow, lingering tongue. He pulled back, a little stunned.

"Shouldn't we look for your ear rings?" it was an honest question, and deserved an honest answer.

"What ear rings?" She gave him a wicked smile, and pressed her hip against his crotch. He caught on quickly, wrapping his arms around her, grabbing her by the firm cheeks of her ass, and pulling her hard against him. His kiss was urgent, but soft, savoring the taste of her lips and tongue. She undid the buttons on his shirt, kissing her way down his broad chest, unfastening his belt buckle with her teeth, and sliding his pants down his well built, muscular legs. Taking his already erect cock in her hand, she stroked it gently, making it even harder. He moaned a little, looking down at her, watching her every move. His smile was hungry as she began to tease the head of his cock with her tongue, forcing the tip of her tongue into the tight hole in his swollen head. Licking her lips, she took him full in her mouth in one quick suck, making him moan a little louder. She kissed and licked the head again, teasing him, then sucking him hard into her mouth once more. His cock was the biggest she had ever encountered, a full nine and a half inches, and very thick. She loved the feel of it in her hands and mouth, and she began to suck in earnest. He ran his fingers through her hair, watching her enjoying sucking his cock. 

Taking his balls in her hand, she squeezed them gently, running her fingertips through the course hair that covered them. Reaching down, he took her shoulders and lifted her to her feet. She was a little disappointed in having her plaything taken from her, but she followed his lead. Sliding her skirt up over her hips, he ran his hands over her ass, taking her panties off in one smooth movement. Lifting her gently, he sat her on the edge of the table, pushing the chairs aside with his foot. Laying her back on the table, he stood between her legs, his huge cock resting on her clean mound. He pushed her shirt up, revealing her ample breasts, and began to massage and fondle them as he positioned the head of his cock in the opening of her wet and ready pussy. Without warning his pushed himself deep inside her, holding firm to her breasts as he pushed. She cried out a little in both pleasure and pain, her tight hole not quite ready to accept his immense size. Slowly he began thrusting into her, pushing his cock all the way to the hilt in her hot depts. With one hand he pinched her nipples, the other he made wet with her juices, and stoked her now throbbing clit. Over and over he thrust his hard member into her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. All of a sudden he stopped, and she whimpered a little as he withdrew the greatest cock she had ever had inside her. Falling to his knees, he took her aching pussy between his lips, licking and sucking all the juices that soaked her now very wanting pussy. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he licked it hard with his tongue, and he could feel she was close. Pushing his cock back inside her, much slower this time, he could feel the walls inside her love hole tightening, milking his cock. Holding tight to her thighs he began pounding her. Thrusting into her harder and harder, until at last her body shuddered with orgasm. She cried out, grabbing his arms as his cock began to swell, then explode inside her. She could feel the hot juices flowing out of her, down over her thighs and ass. She delighted in the sensation. With his softening cock still inside her, he pull her up to sit on the edge of the table, her legs wrapped around him so she would not lose him from her creamy depths. Their mouths met in a moment of tender passion, and he whispered,

"Thank you." She touched his cheek tenderly. How could this boy, this young man of nineteen, be so skilled at using his cock? But then she supposed with a cock like that, he was probably never short of a skirt to lift. And yet there was loneliness in his eyes. She held him tight for a moment, then headed for the bathroom. It would not be good if Robert was to find her full of another mans seed, no matter how much she enjoyed getting it. 

When she returned from the bathroom he was sitting on the end of the bed. He looked sad.

"I'm never going to see you again, am I?" She bit her bottom lip for a moment. The last thing she ever wanted to do was hurt him, but she would not lie to him either.

"No, you won't, but I could not go without saying good bye to you. You have been so kind to me since I arrived. You're a very special guy Brad. I had to have you. Just once. And I am so glad I did. You're wonderful." She kissed him lightly, and left the room, wishing there was another way, but knowing it was for the best. Now to sort things out with James.

In the lobby of another motel she checked her email. Again there was a number of them from James, all sounding a little desperate and confused. She closed the account, and picked up a near by phone. 

"Hello?" The voice on the other end this time was the one she knew, James. 

"Hello James." Her emotions wear a mess, she was so thrilled to finally hear his voice, and yet she feared the outcome of this conversation would be far from what she had dreamed it would be.

"Babe, where are you? I have been looking everywhere. Are you alright?" his voiced echoed genuine concern.

"I'm fine, I'm staying with a friend."

"I thought I was your friend." She could feel a sense of bitterness and anger building inside her and she had to fight for calm.

"I thought you were too. James why didn't you tell me you had a family?" She could almost hear him struggling for an answer.

"I didn't think it mattered Babe. You and I are friends, I didn't think anything outside of that was important." She wanted to scream. How did men come to such illogical decisions?

"How could it not be important? It's like you have been lying to me all this time. How could you do that? I really thought you loved me." She could feel the tears building in her eyes, but she held them back. Now was not the time.

"Oh Baby, I do love you, more than anything in the world. Where are you? I will come and get you so we can talk." She hesitated, not sure if she really wanted to talk. He had always had a gift for getting her to forgive anything he said or did. Would this time be any different? She hoped so. She gave him the name of a café across the street, and said she would wait for him there.

"I'm on my way." And the phone went dead. 

It was almost an hour before James arrived at the café. Cursing the traffic, he sat down across from her, then leaned over the table to kiss her cheek. She had to swallow hard. Damn he smelt good. And he looked even better. 

"I am sorry I never told you about Jenny and the kids, but I thought if you knew I would lose you, and I could not bear that. I really do love you Sara." She looked into his eyes and saw a desperate man. 

"I am sorry too Babe, but is you truly loved me, you would not have lied to me for so long. You would not have talked to me of moving to the States, of marriage, of forever. You made me promise you could never keep, and never intended to. You betrayed me James. You betrayed my trust, my love, my hopes and my dreams, and nothing you can say is ever going to make me forgive you for that."

"Sara, I'm sorry, I don't want to lose you." She stood and looked at him for a moment. All of a sudden he looked quite pathetic.

"To late. You lost me the moment you told me a lie. Goodbye James. I am glad I got to meet you, even if it wasn't how I thought it would be. I wish you and your family well." With that she left the café, leaving him sitting with his reflections and lies. She would have no part of a man like that. She almost felt sorry for his wife. Almost.

After purchasing herself a few treats, and attempting to eat some lunch, she returned to Roberts beach house where she was greeted at the door by Rose, the housekeeper. She was informed that Mr. Bateman had called and would be home around five, and they would be eating in tonight. Sara thanked the short, overweight woman, but right now she could not care less where or even if she ate dinner tonight. A curiosity struck her, and she took a better look at her surroundings. There was nothing here to indicate the presence of a woman in his life, but her trust had already been shattered. Seeking out Rose in the kitchen, she asked if there was a woman in Roberts life, and Rose assured her that there had been no one in his life since his wife died in a car accident two years earlier. Satisfied with the answer she had been given, she collected the unsigned contract, and headed down to the beach.

Making her self comfortable on the warm sand, she began reading the contract, being sure not to miss one word of the fine print. Until a few days ago she would have trusted Robert at his word, but she had trusted James, and look where that got her. The contract was pretty standard, except for the fact that it was offering her twice what she has expected, and the option for more books over the next three years. It was the answer to all her dreams, all her prayers, and the foundation for a new and better life.

The afternoon was growing late, so she headed back to the house to get herself cleaned up before Robert got home. It had been a rough day, but there was no need for him to know that. She showered, washed her hair, and dressed comfortably, but made sure she was looking her best. Greeting him at the door with a kiss, she asked if his day had gone well? If had been upset at her not being there when he called, he showed no sign of it, but he did ask what she did today. She kept it simple, leaving out anything that was really none of his business anyway, and picked up the contract. He seemed thrilled when she accepted the terms, and they signed it there and then. Filing it in his brief case, he had other things on his mind. 




Sara's Story



As Sara took her seat on the plain that would carry her on the first leg of the long journey home, she could not shake the image of Robert's distraught face as she walked through the big glass doors that would take her from his touch. The two weeks she had spent with him were the most wonderful of her life, but her visa had expired, and she had no choice but to return home. He had already booked his flight to Australia, and would be with her again within the month. It was going to be a long month, but when he returned to America, she would be joining him, as Mrs. Robert Bateman. She smiled, sinking back into her seat, settling in for the next step in her life. And what a sweet life it promised to be.



Sara's Story



Sara stretched and slowly opened her eyes. There it was again a feather light touch caressing her inter thigh. As her eyes adjusted to the moonlight room she began to make out a figure standing beside her bed. As she sat up and started to panic cool fingers dipped into her pussy. She stilled in shock staring at the dark clad figure. Still fingering Sara's now wet pussy the figure climbed into the bed, their face scant inches from Sara's. A lone finger ran lightly over her throbbing clit and Sara gasped the green eyes inches from her own sparkled at her response. Sara felt a hand on her stomach, looking down she watched as her night gown was pushed up to reveal more and more of her skin.

"Beautiful," whispered a silky feminine voice. "Take it off." Sara grabbed the hem of the gown hesitating before removing it; her thought's reeling there was a woman in her bed asking her to strip... What am I doing she thought. The finger that had been circling her clit stopped. Sara moaned in protest and wiggled against the hand that was now lying still on her aching pussy. Nothing. Realizing that unless she took off the gown it was over, Sara pulled it over her head as it slipped silently off the bed, her clit received a rewarding pinch. Sara moaned and let her head fall back to the pillow.

"Mmm, so my baby girl likes that," the silky voice purred above Sara. "Let's see what else she likes."

"This," a male voice from the other side of the bed replied. Sara gasped and turned her head to see her second intruder of the night seconds before his month closed over her own. His tongue caressing hers and his teeth nibbling at her lips. He pulled away leaving Sara breathless. "And this," he said as he lowered his mouth over her breast kissing his way down to the already hardened nipple. Taking it in his mouth he began sucking and biting it while he pinched and rolled the other between his fingers. 

Sara moaned in pleasure and again the fingers on her swollen clit stilled. 

"That's enough Tobin. We don't want her to cum just yet now do we?" Her laughter sounded almost musical in the night air. Tobin released both of Sara's hardened nipples and reached for her hands. Kissing his way her to mouth once more he pulled her hands above her head lacing her fingers around the curved iron of her headboard. 

"Abby did you remember to bring them?" He asked his face only inches above Sara's. Abby nodded and pulled handcuffs from one of her pockets. Sara watched in silence as her hands were cuffed to her headboard. Tobin leaned down and kissed Sara on the lips once more before rising off the bed. 

Sara watched as Tobin began to take off his clothes. Moonlight gleamed off his chiseled features, his lean stomach, and well-muscled arms and legs, as he stood there in his boxers. He motioned Abby to his side. He tugged on her shirt freeing it from her jeans, and then set to work on the buttons. From the top he opened them kissing, licking each new inch of skin he revealed, from the tops of her firm breasts to her navel he bathed her with is caressing tongue. Sara heard his sharp intake of breath as Abby slipped her hand into the opening of his fly. His semi-erect cock becoming hard in her teasing hand. Sara watched her eyes glued to the couple she could feel the moisture building between her legs, when Abby dropped to her knees in front of Tobin taking his boxers to the floor with her. She opened her mouth expecting to take the head of Tobin's massive cock in, but when he stopped her she looked over to Sara with a knowing smile.

Tobin looked at and watched as Sara stared at his hard cock, and then laughed as she subconsciously licked her lips. "So you think you want some of this?" he asked gesturing towards his erect manhood. Sara nodded. "Then tell me," he said. "Tell me what to you want, what you need. Tell me exactly want you want to do."

"I want..." Sara started to whisper.

"Louder Sara. I want to hear this too," Abby called up from the floor where she'd decided to stay seated for the time being.

"I want," Sara started again louder looking straight at Tobin this time. When he nodded his approval she continued. "I want to suck that beautiful cock of yours."

"Is that all you want, Sara?" he asked. "Don't be shy baby."

"I want you to fuck my mouth. I want to feel your hard cock deep in my throat and I want to swallow your hot cum as it floods my mouth," she answered feeling more bold then she ever had before. Tobin then left the spot he'd been standing in to position himself over Sara's waiting mouth. He teased her running the head of his cock around her lips before finally allowing it to sink between them. Sara swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock and she sucked more and more of his length into her hot mouth. She grazed her teeth along the underneath of the shaft as she pulled back only to suck more in again. Tobin put both hands in her hair and begun thrusting into the back of her throat. Soon both lost in the rhythm they were quickly setting, they didn't notice Abby rise from the floor and remove what was left of her clothing. It seemed they had forgotten her until Sara felt her legs being nudged apart and then a tongue running across her wet slit. 

Sara moaned around Tobin's cock, when Abby's tongue darted over her clit. Next Abby's fingers found her... Fucking her in a slow steady rhythm till she heard Tobin beginning to cum and she quickened her pace sending Sara over the edge with him. As Tobin rolled off of Sara and collapsed next to her in the bed, Abby climbed up her kissing and licking as she went. Stopping to swirl her tongue around Sara's navel and then kissing her way up to suck and bite on first one nipple and then the other. She continued working her way up Sara's body finally claiming Sara's mouth with her own, licking away the remnants of Tobin's cum left on Sara's lips. Lying beside Sara, Abby began running her fingers lightly over Sara's flushed body, and Tobin began doing the same. 

They continued teasing Sara until Tobin who had became hardened once more rolled on top of her and entered her in one swift thrust. Her moan of pleasure cut off by his mouth closing over hers. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. Sara assumed some of the caresses were from Abby's lingering hands, but Abby had already sat up and positioned herself against the wall. Watching the two lovers, she began touching herself. Kneading her breasts, first with both hands and then with one as the other she trailed slowly down her body teasing herself. She began circling her clit, slowly at first and then building up faster. Then she slid one finger into her wet pussy, in and out faster and faster as the scene in front of her heated up she was soon using two fingers instead of one. Then as Sara neared climaxing again Abby released her from the handcuffs. Tobin rolled her on top of him where she rode him deeper and harder, and Abby nearing her own release grabbed Sara by the hair and began kissing her savagely. Biting at her tongue and plunging her own deeply into her mouth, both girls came suddenly with Tobin soon following suit. Both girls fell to the bed with Sara lying between Tobin and Abby once more... all three panting and trying to catch their breaths. 

Abby quietly whispered into Sara's ear as she drifted off to sleep exhausted, "Sleep well baby girl, we'll see you again soon..."



Sara's Story



Sara stood in the middle of an empty room. Her arms were tied behind her back and her ankles were tied to each side of the room spreading her legs wide. It was wider then she had ever been stretched but not painful. Around her throat was a collar that had rings on each side. A rope was tied to the side rings and they went to a pulley in the ceiling above her. The collar was the only thing actually holding her up. She heard a door behind her open and tried to turn her head to see who was coming in. A pleasant voice drifted in. "Good you're awake. You disappointed me last night. Going home with someone you didn't know. Luckily it was me and not some pervert. I knew when I saw you on the dance floor that I would soon own you. It was so easy to drug your drink." 

Sara screamed when he came around in front of her, "Let me go you prick!" She remembered seeing him at the bar because he was the bartender. He slapped her saying, "You belong to me now. You are my slave. The only sounds you are allowed to make are sounds of pleasure or pain. You are not allowed to speak at all. Now I have to punish you." He took a knife out of a pocket and cut off her outfit leaving her in a lacy demi-cup bra and thong. The dark red showed up against her pale skin like blood. 

"Nice one little Sara," he said admiring the way her 40c breasts were cupped. She gasped. HE KNEW HER NAME. Then he pulled a switch from another pocket and began to beat her thighs and stomach leaving red welts to match her bra. She screamed and tried to ball herself up but the ropes were too tight. Then the guy cut off her bra, but left the thong on her. He walked around behind to the door and pulled in a cart with his toys on it. He took a ball gag off the cart, reached around her and placed it in her mouth. As he was buckling it tight he said, "Even though I will enjoy your screams, the ones that are coming might alert the neighbors and we can't have that. I want to have plenty of fun with you." 

He picks up an alligator clamp and places it on her nipple smiling at the muffled scream. After she calmed slightly he put the other one on. He picks up a 5 inch long 2 inch wide dildo and walks around in front of her again. He holds it up and asks, "Do you think your little ass can take this monster?" Her eyes go wide and she shook her head. 

She tries to tell him that she was an anal virgin. He smiles and reassures her that it will have plenty of lube. He shows her a huge bottle and squirts some on his fingers. He reaches between her legs and starts to finger her tight ass. He uses one then two fingers loosening her up and preparing her for the vibe. When he thinks she is loosened up enough he puts a huge glob of lube on the head of the vibe. He starts to push the head of the vibe into her. She tenses up and he whispers "relax and this will not hurt as much." She tries to push it out which actually helps get the head of the vibe into her. He turns on the vibe when it is about half way in and she screams again. Putting more lube on the end he pushes the vibe the rest of the way in until it was fully seated. He says, "now I'll leave you alone with your new toy and I'll be back in an hour." 

She hears the door open and close behind her and she tries to get the vibe out. What she doesn't know is that he never left and that he set it so her thong would hold it in. He watches her for about ten min, enjoying the rocks and rolls of her hips. Then he starts to paddle her ass. She jerks at the first hit but also feels her pussy moisten. She is horrified that her body is enjoying getting hit. 

After a few moments she is actually moaning and rocking her hips back to meet the paddle. He smiles to himself and asks, "Is my Sara girl wanting her pussy filled?" She nods once then shakes her head but her nod was all he needed. He stops paddling her and takes out his thick 8 inch cock. He had been hard since he walked in. He loosens the ropes holding her in a standing position and bends her over. In one great thrust, he buries himself in her wetness feeling the vibe that is still in her ass. He holds himself still because he wants to start to fuck her and he knows that he won't last too long the first time. He wants her to feel how full she is. She had never been filled so full before. Most of her old boyfriends had been on the small side. 

She wondered why he was just holding himself in her, so she rocked her hips once. He starts to pound her pussy and soon she is coming. He turns off the vibe and continues to fuck her. He laughs loving the way her pussy was clamping on his manhood. He thrusts deep and she can feel his hot spunk coat her womb. She starts crying, because he didn't use a condom. He pulls out and pulls the vibe out of her ass. Then he puts a butt plug/pussy plug combo in her and stands her up. He kisses her tear stained cheek and whispers, "that was great. I think I'll keep you." Then he loosens the leg ropes to where she isn't stretched as much and says "goodnight" He leaves and she bursts into fresh tears.



Sara's Story



Authors note: This story is in two parts. Part one is told from the perspective of Susan, Sara's mother. In part two the perspective changes to Sara and will be told from her point of view from there onward. After all it is her story. Hopefully this helps eliminate any confusion.

Warning: This story combines BDSM with incest. If you find either of these subjects offensive please read no further. Otherwise I hope you enjoy this story and as always comments and feedback are greatly appreciated.

Part I

It's Friday evening and I am patiently kneeling on the living room floor. Something I have done many times before. The text that I been expecting came earlier that day while I was still at work.

"I will be home at 6 pm. Have dinner ready. Be wearing your usual outfit."

My usual outfit is quite simple. It consists of a black leather collar around my neck. Matching cuffs on my wrist and ankles complete the outfit.

Tomorrow my daughter arrives home for the summer after attending her first year away at college out west. Or I should say Susan's daughter is coming home. Susan has a beautiful daughter and a wonderful and loving husband, but when I am wearing my collar, my name is Slut and she has neither. She only has a Master. And tonight would be his last chance to use and do with her as he chooses for some time.

Master arrives home to find me as ordered. "Stand for inspection," he commands. With those words I quickly stand, spread my legs apart, place my hands behind my head inter locking my fingers, and look straight ahead, but with my eyes remain looking down at the floor.

Looking up and down my nude body Master closely examining what he has seen many times before. He gently caresses my right tit then pinchess and pulls on the nipple. Next he moves his hand down my body cupping my cunt before slowly inserting a finger to test my wetness. Then he asks, "Is my dinner ready?"

"Yes Master."

"Have it on the table in five minutes. I will be back down then."

Exactly five minutes later I am kneeling in the dining room next to the table as Master returns. I have made one of his favorite meals, beef pot roast for dinner. Not until after he sits, do I stand and begin serving him his meal. As he eats I kneel at his side waiting for him to finish. I stand only when needed to replenish his plate if he should ask for more or to refill his glass. It is very seldom that I am allowed the privilege to eat at the table with him. When he has finished with his meal he takes his plate into the kitchen as I follow. He scrapes his plate into a stainless steel bowl on the counter then he adds a little more from the pot still warming on the stove.

Setting the bowl down on the kitchen floor he commands, "Eat. Then clean the kitchen and wait for me. I will be back down in thirty minutes."

Master walks from the kitchen as I kneel down at my bowl and begin eating my meal.

Once I have finished in the kitchen I am again to be found kneeling in the living room awaiting Master's return.

"Did you have a good day my Slut?" Master asks upon his return.

"Yes Master, today was very good," I replied, "It became even that much better after I received your message. I was hoping you would want to use me tonight."

"What would you like to do first?" he asks.

"Master, as always I am yours to do use and do with as you please."

"Get down on your elbows and raise your ass for me," he orders. As I move into position Master comes around behind me. Soon I can feel his cock pressing at my entrance. First he only pushes in a little ways, teasing me with only the tip. Slowly he increases the depth and the speed of his strokes. Soon I feel his hips, as his entire shaft is inside of me, start hitting my ass cheeks as his entire cock moves in and out of my cunt with full long thrusts.

Quickly I start to feel my orgasm approaching. "Master, please, your slave Slut requests permission to cum," I ask. I must always ask permission to cum.

"Not yet Slut, I am going to shoot my cum inside of you first." After several more very powerful hard thrusts I feel Master unleash his seed inside of me.

"I'm coming; Slut you can cum now." Upon hearing those words my orgasm is released and my cunt muscles begin to spasm around my Masters shaft as he remains still hard within me and then he slowly begins to withdraw from me.

With his shaft withdrawn from my cunt my Master commands, "Now go to your room and wait. I will join you there very shortly."

Upon hearing these orders I rise and head down stairs to the finished basement a part of which has been converted into a Home Theater. At the bottom of the basement stairs there is well equipped large room with a very comfortable sectional sofa, a pair of equally comfortable recliners, several small tables and a well-stocked wet bar complete with a mini frig. Hanging on one of the walls is a large 60 inch flat screen TV. Along the other walls hang several family photographs. Approaching one photograph in particular of my Master standing next to famous professional golfer that he has also personally signed, I run my hand along the right edge of the frame and lift the photo away from the wall so that it swings out on hidden hinges to reveal a secret touch key pad set into the wall behind it.

Entering a secret code known only to my Master and me into the key pad the clicking of latch can be heard releasing a lock, and then I push on one of the wood paneled walls and a hidden door opens. As the door opens lights automatically turn on revealing a secret room hidden in the basement. This is my room. I walk to the center, kneel, and await my Master.

My Master built this secret room for me over ten years ago when we converted the other portion of the basement into the Home Theater through which I entered. The room is about twenty-five ft. by twenty ft. The four walls are painted bright white. The floor is covered in very thick padded black vinyl. The ceiling above is open exposing the joists that support the floor above. Several of the joists have large eye bolts screwed into them with pulleys attached. Several pieces of ominous furniture surround me. All of which are designed to secure an individual in the most vulnerable of positions.

After waiting patiently Master arrives dressed in black coveralls and heavy boots. Very soon after I am suspended by my wrist cuffs just barely able to stand on my tip toes. Then over the next half hour or so every part of my body from my knees to my neck is whipped and flogged. Red marks begin to cover my back from the top of my ass to base my neck. My tits, chest, and stomach also carry marks inflicted by varies crops and floggers. The pain from these marks giving the ultimate proof of my submission.

Soon Master lets me down for a brief rest before leading me over to the whipping bench and securing me in place. Once my limbs have been immobilized my ass begins to feel the sting of the cane. "Start counting Slut," Master orders.

I answer, "One, thank you Master." Quickly another strike hits my ass followed by another as I count each one. Soon my ass burns as if on fire when he finally stops after twenty hard strikes of the cane.

Master now moves around in front of me. The coveralls are now down around his waist exposing his beautiful hard cock. "Open Slut," he orders then plunges his powerful cock into my mouth between my lips grabbing my head he begins fucking my mouth. He had been thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth for several minutes when a very shocked voice could be heard.

"Mom, Dad, What are you two doing?" came a surprised voice from the door.

"How did you get here?" I heard Master say, but he still held my head tight with his cock deep in my throat so I could not speak or turn my head.

"I wanted to surprise the two of you so I took an earlier flight then took a cab from the airport. I just let myself in and heard noises down here. I thought the two of you were watching a movie. I never could have imagined finding anything like this." I heard Sara say.

Master removed his cock from my mouth so that I could speak. "Master, please stop, please stop, not in front of Sara, please, please let me loose," I begged and struggled against my restraints.

"No, I don't think so. I think it is about time that Sara learned about Slut." Master then move around behind me and placed his cock at the opening of my cunt and forced it all the way inside of me with one very hard thrust. He kept shoving in and out of me with harder and harder thrusts. Despite the feelings of embarrassment of being watched by Sara I could feel my orgasm approaching. I didn't want to ask but I knew that I must.

"Master, please, I need to come." But Master just kept on thrusting his cock inside of me.

For several more minutes he kept thrusting inside of me. I strained to keep myself from cumming. When I felt his cock erupt within me he said, "Slut, come now." With that my orgasm released as my whole body shook. Before I even had a chance to recover Master attached a leash to my collar, un-did the restrains and was dragging me toward the stairs past Sara who still had a very dazed and confused look on her face standing just outside of the door way.

The next morning found me sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and waiting for Sara to come down for breakfast still wondering what I was going to say to her. I had checked in on her when I got up and found she was still sleeping soundly. Most likely from the jet lag. I was trying very hard to think about what to say to her about discovering my secret by arriving home early to surprise us. I guess she was the one that ended up really getting the surprise. I had just poured myself another cup of coffee when Sara entered into the kitchen.

Looking at me with an awkward glance, "Where is Dad this morning?' she asked.

"Since we didn't have to pick you up at the airport this morning he decided to make his usual Saturday morning golf game."

"Dad sure does love his golf," the awkwardness still very present in her voice.

"That he does, but I think he mostly went so that the two of us could have chance to talk," I said.

"That sure was some really kinky weird stuff I caught the two of you doing last night. And then when he didn't stop after you begged him to stop. It was like he was some other different person almost. And all the years that I have lived in this house I never even knew that secret room even existed," Sara said.

"He didn't stop because I didn't want him to stop," I said.

"What do you mean? I heard you telling him to stop. You were practically begging him too."

"Slut was telling him to stop. If I really wanted him to stop she would have taken of her collar."

"How could you have taken off the collar? Your arms were strapped down," Sara asked.

"Your father and I have a very special type of relationship. I am his submissive and he is my Master. If I really wanted him to stop I would have told your father to take the collar off. And he would have immediately stopped and removed the collar," I answered. "Take off my collar is my safe phrase. A safe word or phrase is something a submissive uses whenever they want whatever is happening to them to stop immediately. Most sub missives choose to use only a single word. Instead I have chosen a phrase, 'Take off my collar'. To be honest last night was one of the closest times I have ever come to actually saying it during play."

"You said Slut was telling Dad to stop?" Sara asked.

"Slut is my submissive name. When I am wearing my collar I become her," I said. "She is a part of me. And I am a part of her. We are like two people who share the same body. Honestly I have very much wanted to tell you about her for quite a while now. Mothers and daughters shouldn't be keeping secrets from each other. And she has been my biggest secret for a very long time. Actually now that you are old enough I was planning on telling you about her this summer. Just didn't know how I was going to bring it up. Guess that does not really matter much now. I know you probably have a lot of questions about what you saw last night and I want to try and answer them."

"First after the two of you left I looked around in that room downstairs for a while. What I found was all very shocking to me. I saw all the restraining devices and then the many different whips and things in the cabinets. Then there were all those red marks on your body. I don't understand how you could willingly let someone especially someone that you love and loves you do something like that to you?"

"That is very difficult to explain until you have truly experienced it for yourself. But willingly submitting to pain is the ultimate form of submission. The enduring of pain is the only true test for a submissive. Eventually you become addicted to the pain and needed it to prove your submission."

"How did you and Dad get involved in all of this in the first place?"

"That is a very long story. One I could spend the rest of the summer telling you. But to make it simple I can just say that over time I discovered this need to submit within me and with your Father's help he has allowed me to develop a whole different other person whose only purpose is to serve, please, and be used by her Master in any way that he chooses."

"So you are saying this whole submission thing was your idea?"

"Yes and no, but mostly my idea," I replied.

"What do you mean by that?" Sara asked.

"Before you were born I was kind of wild when it came to sex. I enjoyed being watched by your father while having sex with other men. After we got married I did not think it was proper for me to be having sex outside of our marriage so I stopped doing it. Then after one very wild night having sex with two complete strangers while he watched and also participate he admitted that he also liked watching me having sex with other men and wanted me to start doing it again." I answered. "And more to the point he told me that he wanted the power over me to control who, when and where it happened."

"So this thing is not just between the two of you?"

"Oh no, your Father frequently shares Slut with other men and occasionally other women as well." I answered, "Sometimes he also loans her out, meaning that he does not stay and participate himself."

"Just curious what is the most number of other people you have been with at one time?"

"That would be about twelve including your father, all men, they took turns using my entire body while I was tied down in various positions," I replied. "I was sore for almost week afterward, but it is a very good kind of sore."

"You said that Dad has shared you with other women as well?" Sara asked. "So are you bisexual?"

"I guess that I am now, but not at first. The first time your Father ordered me to have oral sex with another woman I was very nervous having never done anything like that before. But this other woman had just used her mouth and tongue on me. That was the first time I had ever felt a woman's touch down there and I felt that I should at least try and return the favor. Then after doing it several more times I became very good at it and really started to enjoy it."

"How did you learn about all of this stuff?"

"When your Father revealed to me that he wanted me to submit to having other men use me for sex I started doing research on wife sharing and soon discovered the topics of submission and sexual slavery as well."

"So you are a slave? I thought slavery was illegal," Sara asked.

"Slavery is only used as metaphor in this case, I prefer the term submissive, but in this context they essentially mean the same. Remember this is all voluntary. Nobody is being force to do anything against their will," I stated.

Sara and I spent the better part of the rest of the morning sitting at the kitchen table. I did my best to answer every question that came up. When Sara had no more questions I asked, "So what are your plans for the rest of the day?"

"I am going to go over to Beth's house. It seems like forever since we last saw each other during winter break since our spring breaks didn't coincide this year."

"That sounds really great. Be sure to say 'Hi' to Mary for me. I have not talked to her in a while."

Part II

About an hour after my mother and I finished talking about my discovery last night I started the walk over to Beth's house. I had to walk since I had flown home that meant leaving my car in California for the summer. It wasn't really that far and I had done it many times in the past while growing up. Beth and I have been BFF's since the first day of the first grade. This last year had been really hard. It was the first time in our lives that we had not seen each other almost every day. I really wanted to talk with someone about what my mother had told me and I felt she was the only person I could trust.

Walking up to the familiar door I knocked and Beth answered it almost right away.

"Sara so great to see you it seems like forever. When did you get home?" Beth said as she opened the door for me and stepped out to give me a great big hug.

"I got in last night that is kind of why I wanted to come over. There is something I really need to talk to you about."

"Well come on in then. We have all summer to get caught up with each other. Can I get you a soda or anything else to drink?"

"A coke would be fine, thanks."

"Ok, follow me into the kitchen than."

Beth opened the refrigerator and took out two cans of coke and passed me one.

"So what do you want to talk to me about?" Beth asked.

"Do you know what a submissive is?"

"Yes, a submissive is a person that allows or permits another person to have control over them. They surrender their will or yield authority to this other person usually referred to as their dominant or Master/Mistress depending on the situation. Why do you ask?"

"Well I don't know how to say this but last night I discovered that my mom is a submissive and my dad is her Master. I came home early to surprise them and caught them playing as they called it in a secret room in our basement."

"Sara there is something I need to tell you. I know all about your mom and dad. I have known for quite a while now, but I promised your mom never to tell you about it."

"How do you know?" I stammered in disbelief.

"My submissive told me about them," Beth answered very nonchalantly as if it was no big deal.

"You have submissive?" I questioned.

"Yes her name is Pet. Follow me upstairs and I will introduce you to her."

I followed Beth out of the kitchen and upstairs past her room at the top of the stairs. She led me down the hall towards her mother's bedroom. About half way through our senior year of high school Beth and her mother switched rooms. When I asked why they had switched rooms Beth told me, "My mom is dating this new guy named David and now spends most nights at his house. So it made better sense for me to have the master bedroom."

When we entered the room Beth's mother was sitting at a desk doing some work on a laptop.

"Hi Ms. Sullivan, my mom says hi," I said as Mary looked up at the two of us entering her room.

Before I could say another word Beth spoke in a harsh tone of voice I had never heard from her before.

"Pet, Sara here just discovered that her mother is a submissive. Now you have two minutes to get your collar on and be in my room."

Then Beth turned and went back down the hall to her own room.

Catching up to her I asked, "What was that all about? Why did you talk to your mother that way?"

"You will see in about a minute," Beth said.

Less than a minute later Beth's mother Mary came hurriedly into the room. Totally to my surprise she was now completely naked. A black leather collar around her neck similar to the one my own mother wore last night was all she wore.




Sara's Story



Mary knelt on the floor spreading her legs wide apart. She placed both of her arms behind her back and gripped the wrist of the opposite arm. I could clearly see that all of the pubic hair from between her spread legs had been shaven off.

"Sara, this is Pet my submissive," Beth said as I stared at the sight before me.

"Your mother is your submissive?" I questioned.

"She is not my mother. She is Pet. Did your mom tell you all about Slut?"

"Yes" I said.

"Well this is the same thing," Beth said. "You have to think of it that very same way."

Turning now towards her mother kneeling on the floor, "Pet this is Miss Sara, you are to obey her as if everything she says is a direct order from me. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Miss Beth," Mary said looking up at her daughter from her kneeling position.

"Miss Sara is there anything that you would like Pet to do for you? She is a really good pussy licker. I know that from the hundreds of times she has licked my pussy over the last year and half since I have been put in charge of this household by her Master."

"Who is her Master?" I asked.

"Pet belongs to Master David, but when she is at home with me I am in charge," Beth answered. "Now Pet tell Miss Sara what a good little pussy licker you are."

"Miss Sara I am a very good pussy licker. I promise I will make you come very well."

"This is all way too weird for me. There is no way that your mother is your submissive. Now what is really going on here?" I asked.

"Did you hear that Pet? Miss Sara doesn't believe that you are my submissive. Maybe I should chain you to the bed and get out my whip. Then maybe she will believe me."

Beth then went over to a nightstand next to the bed and removed what looked like two leather bracelets.

"Pet arms straight out."

Beth proceeded to attach one of the cuffs to each of the now out stretched out arms of her mother.

"Pet kneel on the bed and face the wall. You know the position."

Without hesitation Mary rose and climbed onto the bed then again knelt facing the wall.

Beth removed a picture from the wall above the bed. Behind the picture was and opening in the wall where an eye bolt had been screwed into the wall with two chains hanging down from it. Beth attached each of the leather cuffs to the ends of one of the chains. Then Beth pulled a long black leather whip from the nightstand.

"Pet do you want to be whipped or beg to lick Miss Sara's pussy?"

"Miss Sara please let me lick your pussy. Miss Beth will whip me if you don't let me." Mary cried.

I stood there dumbfounded unable to speak for several moments. The last 24 hours had revealed to me an unknown world. First I discovered my own mother to be a submissive. Now here I was witnessing my best friend threatening to whip her own mother if I didn't let her lick my pussy.

The crack of the whip across bare skin awoke me from my thoughts.

"Apparently Miss Sara would rather see you get whipped than have you lick her pussy. I guess you didn't beg hard enough," said Beth.

"Miss Sara please, please let me lick your pussy. Miss Beth is very good with that whip and won't hesitate to keep using it."

Something inside of me began to change and without really stopping to think I began to unbutton my shorts and push them down my legs. I kicked loose of them and started on my blouse. Soon I was standing naked in the room.

"Now that is more like it," I heard Beth say. "How do you want her?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Do you want to sit down and have her between your legs, on her back while you sit on her face, or my favorite standing like you are and having her kneel at your feet.

"I think I had better sit down," as I made my way over to a chair in the corner.

While I was doing that Beth released her mother from the wall then attached a leash to her collar and led her over to the chair I was sitting in. Mary crawled on all fours toward me being led by her daughter. Beth handed me the leash when she reached me and said, "Hold onto the leash while she licks you. She likes that."

Just as Pet was about to start licking I said, "Pet you told me that you are a very good pussy licker. I want you to now prove that to me."

Instantly Pet's mouth was between my spread legs as her tongue went to work on my slit. With her soft moist tongue she made several trips from the bottom of my opening to the top. Each one felt better than the last. Now I have had several boys go down on my before, but honestly I don't think any of them knew what they were doing. The touch of Pet's tongue, mouth and lips was a hundred times better than anything I had experienced before.

"Pull on the leash, Miss Sara, that will really get her tongue deep in to your pussy." I heard Beth say.

I pulled on the leash as Beth instructed forcing Pet to put her tongue deeper into my opening and really start licking the inner lips of my pussy. The feeling felt so good I just closed my eyes and let Pet do her magic with her tongue. Then I felt Pet push her tongue even deeper as if it could go any further.

When I opened my eyes I saw that Beth had removed all of her clothes as well. She was now also wearing a strap on between her legs. Soon Beth was forcing the fake cock in to Pet's ass.

"Pet likes to get fucked in the ass while she licks pussy," Beth said. "She has licked my pussy many times while her Master fucked her in the ass."

With Beth thrusting her fake cock in and out of Pet's ass her tongue began working into over drive on my pussy. Soon she began to concentrate her efforts on my clit. My orgasm quickly approached and convulsed through my body with an over whelming feeling of pleasure. When I regained myself Pet was still kneeling between my legs, "Thank you Miss Sara for allowing me to lick your pussy and bring you to orgasm. I will gladly do it again anytime that you want."

"Pet now lick Miss Sara clean," ordered Beth as she continued working the strap-on in and out of Pet.

Once again Pet's tongue found its way between my legs. This time her tongue moved slower and softer as she licked away my pussy juices. She took her time making sure not to miss a drop.

Beth pulled the strap on from Pet's ass, "Ok now it is my turn," and began to remove the strap on.

"Pet kneel before me," Beth commanded. "Miss Sara let me have Pet's leash."

Pet turned and knelt in front of Beth as I handed off the leash to her. Then Beth turned all the way around to present her back side to Pet. "Lick my ass," Beth ordered.

Pet reached up and spread Beth's ass cheeks then stuck her tongue deep between them. Quickly she began licking just as she had done to my pussy earlier. Her tongue pressed deep into Beth's asshole.

"Pet likes to lick ass almost as much as much as she likes licking pussy," Beth said.

Pet licked Beth's backside with the same amount of vigor and effort as she had licked my pussy.

I watched for several minutes this seen of total debauchery as mother licked the asshole of daughter. Beth turned toward me, "Now it is time for the main event." She then went over to sit on the edge of the bed pulling Pet by the leash as she went. Once sitting down she spread her legs wide.

"Pet what do you want to do?" Beth asked.

"Miss Beth can Pet please lick your pussy."

Pet crawled forward until she was between her daughter's legs. She eagerly began licking the pussy of her very own daughter just as she had done to mine. I watched mesmerized as this display of complete and total incest unfolded before me.

Again I was awoken from my transfixed state by the sharp tone of Beth's voice.

"Miss Sara get the paddle from out of my nightstand drawer. Pet also like her ass spanked while she licks pussy."

Removing the leather paddle from the drawer Beth said, "Start slapping Pet's ass with the paddle so she will start licking my pussy better."

I take the paddle in my hands and begin to gently smack the soft flesh of Pet's ass cheeks.

"Smack her harder than that. Smack her as hard as you want." Beth tells me.

With more force than the first strike I landed my second strike much harder.

"No she likes it harder than that," Beth says.

For my third strike I increased the intensity even more. The sound of the paddle on bare flesh resonated in the room. I quickly followed up with a fourth and fifth strike as Pet continued to pleasure the pussy of her daughter I continued to smack her bottom with the paddle.

Soon Beth's breathing began to deepen and I could tell that her own orgasm was approaching. Then her body began to convulse as the throws of orgasm waved through it. As her climax diminished and Beth's breathing returned to normal Pet slowed her efforts to lick and clean up every drop of pussy juice from between her daughter's legs. When Pet finished her bottom was quite red from my repeated smacks.

Beth stood taking Pet by the leash leading her out of the room and back down the hall. Pet remained on her hands and knees crawling along beside her daughter. I followed behind the two of them wondering what next I would witness.

The two entered the hall way bathroom and Pet climbed in to bathtub and knelt down by the drain. Beth stepped in to the tub at the other end. She looked up at me and said, "This is my favorite part."

Then a golden stream of hot liquid began spurting from Beth's groin striking Pet right in the face. The warm fluid ran down her face and dripped from her chin. From there it dropped down on to her tits coating her whole upper body.

"Open", Beth commanded.

Pet opened her mouth and Beth redirected the golden stream straight into her open mouth.

When Beth's stream began to subside she ordered, "Clean me."

Pet leaned forward to lick the last few drops from her daughter's sex.

When Pet finished her cleaning Beth stepped from the tub and asked me, "Do you have to pee?"

I shook my head no.

"Do bad, maybe next time then," Beth said. "Pet finish your shower and return to my room."

Beth and I returned to her room. There she opened a dresser drawer and pulled out another strap on. This one I noticed was longer and much thicker than the previous one. It looked to be about 8 inches long.

"Here put this on. I want to watch you fuck Pet when she gets back," she said handing me the strap on.

"How do I use this thing?" I said as I put the fake cock into place.

"Now Sara I know that you are not a virgin. Just do what you like done to you."

When Pet reentered the bedroom Beth said, "Pet lean over the bed, Miss Sara is going to fuck you."

Pet knelt down over the side of the bed on her hands and spread her legs. I got behind her and slowly started to work the fake cock into her entrance. After several tries I started to get the hang of it and really started to thrust into and out of Pets cunt with the fake cock between my legs.

"Pet tell Miss Sara what you are," ordered Beth.

"I am a submissive fuck toy."

"What is your purpose in life?"

"My purpose in life is to be fucked, suck cock and lick pussy."

I continue my thrusting in to and out of Pet's cunt as her juices lubricate my cock making it slide easier back and forth. As it became more easy as Pet's cunt stretched to accommodate the intruder I started thrusting even harder. Soon my hips are smacking into her butt cheeks.

Pet's breathing begins to get deeper telling me my efforts are having the desired effect on her body.

"Miss Beth please slave Pet requests permission to come," I heard Pet say.

"Pet ask Miss Sara for permission." Beth answers.

"Miss Sara please slave Pet request permission to come."

Looking over at Beth and seeing her nodded her head I say, "Pet you have my permission to come."

With my permission Pet releases the orgasm that had been building in side of her. I can feel her cunt muscles grasping at the phallus within her until she collapses down on the bed. She remains there for several moments recuperating from her orgasm.

When the spasms of orgasm subside Pet turns herself around to face me, "Miss Sara thank you for allowing me to come."

Then Beth said, "Pet return to your room, I am done with you for now."

When Pet had left the room Beth asked me, "So did you like playing with my submissive?"

"Yes, but I still can't believe that your mother is your submissive even after witnessing all this for myself. But it was really fun. Twenty four hours ago I never knew anything like this even existed and now I have experienced it for myself. It has been a very eye opening day."

"Sara you are welcome to come over anytime and play with Pet again anytime with or without me."

That evening after I had returned home I was in my room starting to unpack the things I had brought home with me for the summer when my mother came into my room.

"So did you and Beth have fun playing with Pet?"

"How do you know about that?"

"Beth has wanted to share Pet with you for quite some time. But she promised me that she wouldn't until after you learned about my secret. And I know that you wouldn't be able to keep a secret like that from her for very long."

"How could you know that?"

"Sara the two of you have been best friends since the first grade. There is no way that you could keep a secret that big from her. So did you have a good time?"

"Yes but, Mom there is something I want to tell you," I said. "Almost the entire time that Beth and I were dominating Pet there was something else that was all I could think about."

"What you that be," my mother asked.

"How much I wanted to be her."

Then after a short pause I said, "Mom, I think I want to be a submissive like you."

A few days later I am patiently kneeling on the living room floor. I am naked except for the length of heavy chain locked in place around my neck by a sturdy pad lock for I have not yet earned my collar. The once blond curls between my legs have been cleanly shaven away. My Master is expected to return very soon to continue with my training.

The End

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