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Twenty One

By: SeductionMaster



I hang up the phone, smiling eagerly as grab my things and make my way to the elevator. My five friends have left the hotel already to head to a local hot-spot club then to a strip bar perhaps, something I just wasn't in the mood for. I let them go their own way knowing things will probably get drunk out of hand with them and end up in some stupor and an event in walking back to the hotel as they just can't seem to get it together to catch a taxi back. Shaking it off I walk to the elevator and head down to the lobby to catch a cab.

The Vegas air is cool in February. A chill washes over my face as I zip up my jacket and head for the line of cabs waiting in line at the curbside. I jump into one, trying desperately to ignore the odor emanating from the front seat. 

"To the Monte Carlo, please." I say as the cab begins its short journey to the casino. 

As the cab makes its way through the Saturday night traffic I think of the night ahead, shifting in my seat in anticipation, smiling at the message left for me, and the message I left myself. Thoughts dance through my head of the possibilities that could transpire tonight, the thoughts of finally meeting you, one who I have lusted after for so long, one with whom I have shared the most intimate thoughts, and actions over the computer, over the phone lines, from one naughty thought to another. A screech and sudden stop jolts me from my fantasy, and I look up to find myself in front of the casino door already. I pay and tip, and make my way out towards the door.

The casino is fairly empty for a Saturday, most of the crowd probably roaming the strip, and the more bustling clubs and casinos. I do not mind this one bit as I was not in the mood for a crowd anyhow. I know this is your hotel, and I know you are here somewhere. 

After arriving at the bar and ordering a Jack and Coke to start me off I scan the casino with hungry eyes, my gaze meeting several blonde beauties and exquisite looking brunettes, but none of them hold my gaze for long as I know they are not what I am here looking for. Before I know it, my body is warm after downing my second JC, my hands numb a bit, and my eyes seem to waver as I now scan the room once more. I'm ready to begin now I think to myself. I order a Heineken for myself and head towards the blackjack tables. 

I make my way to the ten dollar minimum tables, finding them not as crowded as I had hoped. Just as well I sit down with 2 other people and change my fifty dollar bill into chips, and my betting begins. A see-saw fifteen minutes passes, winning some, losing some. Three beers in now. I can tell my buzz is kicking in hard because I find myself laughing my losses off, not really losing, but still watching the dealer take chip after chip, hand after hand. Suddenly I also notice, that I have stopped watching the room, hoping to catch a glance of the sole reason I am in this casino on this fine night. And then it happens. 

 I watch the dealer hand me out my two cards as a body slides into the seat next to me, not laying down money, but just sitting there. Tempted to look, yet focused on my pair of tens sitting on the table before me. I watch as the dealer flips her own five over. "I have this" I think to myself, so I do what I had wanted to since the moment this body slid up next to me, I look over. 

My eyes fill with the most exquisite vision ever to grace my perception before. Long brunette hair cascading down a slim, slender body wrapped elegantly in a strapless black dress, slit up the side, revealing a pair of slender crossed legs going on for what seems like miles. Fit arms rise up to brush the wavy dark locks away from a face that was to die for, made up very nicely and wearing a smile that could melt the most rigid of hearts. 

Taken so much by this beauty as she smiled at me, I stare dumbfounded, speechless, trying to find the right words to make my first. Instead you motion with your eyes to the table as the dealer is handing me back my bet multiplied by two. I withdraw my next bet to sit the round out, and turn my attention back to you. 

Still not entirely sure, I open my mouth, "Kaylee?" I ask.

A smile tells me I'm right, and you tell me how awesome it finally is to meet as you extend your arms around me and we embrace in the hug to end all hugs. I take in your sweet perfumed scent and the fruity aroma of your silky hair in my face. My arms wrap firmly around your shoulders and I feel your body tremble as I roam my hands over your exposed shoulders and arms. 

I break the embrace to look over you once more, not believing that you are actually in my presence, in my arms. We smile at one another, just staring, eyes' scanning over one another, making sure this is not a fantasy or dream, and that we are really here with each other. 

"So you got my message eh?" I ask stopping the waitress for another green for myself and a drink for you. 

"Yes I did, and I knew just where to look to find you. I was actually watching you for a few minutes before making my way over here. Maybe shaking off a few nerves in the process." you giggle.

Either way, here we are, sitting with one another, staring at each other, and giddy with anticipation of what's to come. 

You lean over to me as the dealer gets set to shuffle the decks for the next round. You whisper to me to drop my whole bank down. One bet, one shot, for two reasons. The first, and primary reason, is that you can handle it no longer and want to go up to your room with me to show me "how nice your suite is". And the second being that you can feel it, twenty-one, coming up. 

I stare at you through small, squinted eyes, your blurry outline coming into focus quickly as your hands slithers up my thigh, crawling its way to where my leg meets my torso, a finger slipping down into the space, as your hand now rests on my inner thigh. My eyes never leave yours as I slide my own hand across the table, pushing all of my chips into the betting circle. "One-hundred and forty five dollars." the dealer says I break my gaze from you and look at her and nod.

You lean in closer to me as the dealing begins. I don't care what the other two people have, I merely watch as my cards are laid out before me. Slow motion takes over as the first card is placed before my stack of chips. A Queen. A heat rushes through my body as I am one card closer to the blackjack that has eluded me all night long. One arm wraps around me, your head now on my shoulder, your breath floating over my neck, adding to the intense heat I am feeling from this hand that placed me all in. 


The dealer's card is flipped over as a ten, I shake it off. I continue to watch as the dealer's hand moves in a slow blur across the table, laying out the last cards for the two people before me. Time slows even more as her hand makes its way to my stack, over the card turns. I am almost afraid to look as her hand clears away from the card to reveal the big black spade in the middle of the card. Audio returns to my senses as I hear you scream out in delight, a scream mixed in with the echoing words of the dealer and the resounding "Blackjack!" of the two players to the right of me. 

I watch in delight as the dealer hands me out my winnings making my cash out a total of three-hundred sixty two dollars and fifty cents. I continue watching as the dealer changes my chips for black ones totaling one hundred dollars a piece, three of them. I stand from the table and slide the dealer a ten dollar chip as tip. She smiles in appreciation, and it is then that I realize how pretty she is. A fascination that is soon lost as I turn to see you again standing beside me with a smile plastered across your face. 

I grab you in delight and hug you up tightly, thanking you for your good luck and desirable premonition. You hug me back and plant a soft kiss upon my cheek, saying that it was not you who made that happen, but that it was good luck nonetheless. We laugh it off, grab our drinks and make our way to the elevators arm in arm. 

We make small talk while we wait and exchange small inconspicuous gropes of each others' bodies. The elevator gets there and a small group of girls pour out. No words are exchanged just hungry sly glances in both directions. As we step in and turn to face outwards I could have sworn a blonde beauty turned to blow a kiss in our direction just as the door slid shut, and as I turned to ask if you caught that as well, my thoughts were quickly swayed by the pair of lips which plastered themselves on mine. 


Your arms wrap around me, pushing me into the back of the elevator with a thud. My own arms wrap tightly around your waist as I return the kiss with a heated fervor. Our first kiss igniting a flame of desire which burned hotter than any fire ever sparked. Your head twists and turns as your tongue ravages mine. I kiss you back as best I can, trying to compose this animal that has come forth before me. 

You gasp in between heated breaths about how bad you wanted this the minute you laid eyes on me at the table, and how hard it was to not drop the floor before my stool and do me right then and there. I admit to having the same desires as my hands explore the terrain covered by this sheer black dress in my hands. 

We kiss once again, deeper, harder, as our tongues dance happily with one another's. The taste of coke, beer, and a fruity hint of wine mixes through our mouths. You lift a leg up onto the rail of the elevator and begin to rub up and down my body, your dress being hiked far up your legs to bunch around your waist as I catch a hint of panty-less dampness against my crotch. You smile wickedly and drop your leg, adjusting your dress as the elevator slows to a stop, and the door opens with the ring of a bell. 

We step out into the cool air of the hallway and make our way quickly down the hall, stopping in front of your room. I giggle as I notice the room is #2121; you wink suggestively as you thrust the door open and lead me by the hand into the cool darkness. A dim light illuminates the room as you make your way around the spacious suite kicking some things aside and straightening up a little. You place a bunch of bags on the other side of the bed as you explain where your roommate is, and that this is "our" room tonight. You flop down back first onto the bed closest to the balcony, propped up on your elbows, your hair falling elegantly over your protruding breasts, and with a crook of your finger, you beckon me to you. 

I make my way to you, watching as you slide further up the bed as I slide onto it. Your legs part as I crawl in between them on all fours. Like backing prey into a corner, my predatory senses heighten as I sense my target submitting to my desire. I gaze down at you laid out before me, the realization that we are together finally setting in. 

 I watch as you lock your hungry gaze to me, your fingers working their way into the band of your dress, and tugging it downward. Slowly your beautiful breasts come into view as one nipple peeks out of the sheer black material one by one. You thrash your head to flail your hair out of your gaze and the flowing locks fall gently back down to the sides of your gorgeous face. 

I sit between your legs as I lift my shirt up over my head, the curves of my chest shadowed and flickering in the dim candlelight. I watch in delight as your eyes scan over my body and your tongue runs lightly over the curve of your succulent lips. As I toss the shirt aside my hands run down over my heaving chest, I watch as your eyes follow them, over the bulge of my upper chest, down over my nipples, down my belly and into the waist band of my jeans. 

Swiftly I undo my belt as it gets tossed aside as well. Not being able to resist, your hands reach outward, your fingers wrap and tug into my waistband, fumbling to undo my button and zipper whilst your eyes remain fixed on mine. In a flash they are undone, but my hand covers yours and leads them away, "not yet....." I whisper. You nod at me with a hesitant shake.

Half naked I sit before you on my haunches. I lean forward over your laid out body beneath me. Your legs up on my thighs squirm slightly as my weight falls closer to your body. My hands come down to rest on either side of your shoulders, and my face draws nearer to you. You stare at me, gently biting on your lower lip, closer my head nears to you. And soon, the flashing and glowing neon of the distant Las Vegas Strip is eclipsed by my figure on yours. 

My lips press down into yours as my mouth opens to kiss you in a sensual embrace. Your mouth opens to take my tongue into your mouth. Our tongues mix and dance together hungrily, seductively. My body presses down into yours, my chest grinding and pressing into your heaving breasts, feeling your nipples begin to grow and poke at my own. Our kiss breaks as my tongue snakes down your cheek and your head rolls in delight. 

I kiss my way down your neck, suckling gently on the fleshy spot where your neck meets your shoulder. Further down I then snake, knowing your head is now bent forward to watch my head travel down your body. As my head hovers over your tits, your hands snake under me to cup them together, rolling your nipples gently between your fingers for me as my mouth opens to take one in. 

Hungrily I engulf a breast, my lips plastered around the pert nipple, your body shakes slightly accompanied with a soft sigh of pleasure as my tongue flutters over the erect nub in my mouth. I release it with a trail of saliva stringing down to the nipple as I exchange it for the other one to do the same. I watch in delight as I pleasure the other breast and your fingers knead my saliva into the breast I just left moist. 

After partaking in the feast of breasts that I could have only imagined would be that perfect, I make my way further down your body, trailing my tongue down your belly and over your navel. I watch as your legs part even farther, exposing your panty-less crotch to me for my taking. One leg drifts to come to rest on my shoulder, the other spreads apart and comes to rest at my side. I raise myself up to take a leg into my hands, and you watch as your night of pleasure is officially about to begin.

I grasp your leg by the ankle, running one hands slowly up and down the length of your calf. My mouth opens and you watch as my tongue snakes down your ankle, over your calf, your knee then trailing soft kisses and licks down your inner thigh. Your body begins to shudder, and you begin to whisper soft words, inaudible to me, over and over until I lower your leg back down onto my shoulder, and my kisses trail dangerously close to your pussy. Your body shifts beneath me as you can now feel my breath nearing your sex. My eyes visible from between your legs, your head raises to look down at me, and one look from your glassy eyes tells me to dive in, so I do. 

You watch as my head lowers further, my eyes close, and then the wave of pleasure hits you as my tongue plants itself on your lips. Pressing lightly into it, swirling and circling over your pussy lips. Sliding up and down over your slit, working to part your lips and expose you fully to me. Your hips begin to rock, swaying to the rhythmic caressing of my tongue on you. Soft whimpers billow out of you in time with each pass of my tongue over you as I begin to taste you getting sweeter, I stop and look at your pussy glistening before my eyes, your succulent lips being held apart by your moist fingers, and your sighs and moans, telling me to dive back into it.

I lower my head again after giving you and smile and wink, opening my mouth and planting it firmly on your exposed hole. My tongue ventures out and lathers you all up nicely, swirling circles around your hole, and occasionally poking into it, watching as the brief penetration makes your body wiggle and writhe. 

In and out my tongue fucks you swiftly as your hips begin to rock in time, fucking my mouth back. You start to whimper, whispering things to me to urge me on. I try to listen, and I try to oblige. I place my mouth over your swelling clit, lips pursed around the throbbing rosy nub, and a shriek of delight from your mouth makes me lust for more as two of my fingers snake their way into your hole. 

Twisting and turning as they work their way into you. Moist, wet, slick as they start to fuck you slowly, prodding in and out as your hips fuck them back, gyrating and bucking faster with each thrust and flick of my wrist. My mouth tries desperately to stay locked to your clit as your hips are writhing more and more violently by the second. Your screams more audible, gasping and purring in unison, in pleasurable delight. 

Faster my wrist flicks my fingers into you, thrusting and prodding deeper and deeper with each push forward. Your body is bucking violently now, screaming and moaning in the heat of passion, orgasm mounting, ecstasy overflowing from you. Faster I fuck you, raising my head to spit onto your pulsing clit, and then diving back down to lather the lube into your burning clit. 

Your screams mount faster, faster, louder with each passing second. I lift my head again to trail a stream of saliva down onto your already sopping pussy, my hands slow a bit as I urge you on verbally telling you how good you taste, how fucking good you feel, how hard I am in my jeans watching your pussy drip for me, and how happy I am to finally have you here with me to do this to you. You nod in agreement with your eyes clenched shut, your lower lips being bit tightly trying to muffle your ecstatic cries. I sense you are close, lower my head to you once again.

My mouth opens again as I quicken my finger's assault into your pussy. Clamping down onto your throbbing nub, my mouth closes around your clit, and I being to suckle it into my mouth. My tongue flutters around it and my head begins to shake, sending vibrations of sorts through your sensitive sex. You are closer than ever. Your hands grasp my hair tightly, tugging at me and thrashing my head side to side. They release their grip on my hair to slide up your body and knead your tits together, and then it happens.

Your mouth lays open wide, waves of pleasurable cries spill out into the air as your body shudders, wave after orgasmic wave trembles your body as you flow onto my fingers, cry after cry echoes out as my tongue continue to flutter your shuddering clitoris. My fingers withdraw, dripping wet with your climax and I extend my hand upwards to you as my mouth takes my fingers place. 

Quick yelps as my tongue explores you, delving in and out coaxing out whatever nectars yearn to be released for me. Twisting and fucking into you tasting the sweet reward of hard, lusting work. I moan in delight as more and more juices still flow onto my waiting tongue, and my own cum soaked finger get enveloped in your hungry mouth, your hands grasping my wrist and suckling at my dripping digits to your hungry delight.

I lap the last remains of your orgasm up and watch as your pussy muscles still spasm at the slightest stimulation to them, including my kiss of your succulent pink lips, and a hot breath exhaled onto your pussy as I push myself up, wipe my chin, and slide up your still trembling body. "God Kaylee, you taste just as good as I had dreamed baby..." I whisper as I lay my body next to your trembling figure. 

You smile as your eyes finally open back up to meet mine. You roll on your side to face me, a look of pleasured lust emblazoned on your beautiful face as you gaze at me and smile. Quickly regaining composure you sit up and lift the dress up off your body, exposing the most stunning figure ever laid eyes on. Your breasts falling nicely over your firm stomach, covered slightly by your glowing cascading hair. 

You fall back down on all fours and guide me with your body to lay flat on the bed. Catlike you crawl over me, your legs straddled at the sides of my hips as your breasts hang delicately over my chest, gently dragging each nipple over my chest as you slide further up to hover your face before mine. 


Twenty-One & Fresh Out of School



I was 21 and fresh out of school. Blonde and intent on becoming an actress. And as we all know, that meant being a waitress. It wasn't bad. I got a job on the upper west side, at a nice little Italian place. It was expensive and the clientele were nice, so the tips were good and work wasn't too ugly. It was enough to pay my rent and give me a little extra, but I was still struggling, and living hand to mouth.

And that was how I met them. They were in their late thirties I guess. He did something on Wall Street and she shopped. They usually came in late and sat near my station. I quickly learned they were very, very big tippers, so when I waited on their table I did more than just the usual service.

Anyway, one night, they came in for dinner. It was close to closing and they asked me to sit and talk with them. We got into this great conversation about what I was doing and what a struggle it was. So great that they invited me back to their place for a drink.

Needless to say, I was dazzled. Here I was, new to the city and meeting these wonderful people. I felt like an opportunity had just opened up. A little too naïve I guess, but still, it was a break from my closet of an apartment and the kitchen I called work.

When we got to their place I was floored. It was enormous and gorgeous. Hardwood floors and rich furniture. Tall windows and art on every wall. They were both so casual about it all, it just threw me into a real comfort zone. Especially when we entered their living room. Ohh, just to sit on a real couch and get off my feet was a pleasure. 

We picked up our conversation where we had left off and started the wine flowing. I'm not sure when, but when I kicked off my shoes Beth suggested her husband, Mark give me a foot rub. At first I said no, but when she told me what fabulous hands he had, I gave in. And they were. I was in luxury. As Mark massaged, Beth and I started to talk about fashion and women's things. Mark just smiled and listened, and finally Beth told me to follow her. We went into the bedroom and she began to show me some of her dresses. "All last year's style. I simply don't wear them anymore. Why don't you try one on?" 

It was late, I was tired and tipsy, and my judgement wasn't the best it's ever been. Besides, I was looking at dresses that would take me years to afford. My eyes lit up and I started taking off my shirt and pants. I was in my underwear when Beth started passing me her cast-offs. It was so much fun. Beth even stripped down to try on her last years styles, just to make sure she really wanted to give them away. We were like little girls in a pile of clothes. 

By the time I found Beth's leather outfit, we were down to our panties, our bras having been taken to see how the plunging necklines looked. Beth just smiled and said, that's just for the private showing. I smirked. "Try it on," Beth said. "You never know what could happen..." I did. It was a form fitting leather dress, that just covered the bottom part of my breasts and ended just below my panties. "Take your panties off and put these on." She said, handing me a pair of tall, black leather boots. I did as she said and stood before the mirror. 

I was hot and started to vamp a bit of her. She touched the garment, feeling it on me. I was too taken by the look to notice she was feeling me up. Well, perhaps not too taken... "Oh my God, we have to show Mark. He will flip." I started to back down, but Beth urged me into it. Telling me it would be a great joke. I asked what she was going to wear, she gave me a wicked smile and put on this white bit of lingerie. It was perfect. 

So out we walked, and Mark was taken. A big smile broke across his face as Beth walked behind him. "What do you think of our little waitress now?" She said. She reached over and started stroking his cock as I stood in front of him. For a moment I knew this had gone too far, but so what. I watched as Beth took out Mark's penis and started to stroke it. Then she looked up to me and told me to come over. I did and kneeled in front of him. And she guided his shaft into my mouth.

It was strange and kinky and sexy. Not like playing with any of the boys I had played with in the past. She brushed the hair out of my face so her husband could watch. I looked up for a second and Beth gave me a big smile of encouragement. And when Beth reached down to pinch my nipples I just couldn't help but moan. And with that her hands seemed to be all over me. They smoothed over my ass and played with my thighs. It didn't seem strange, it felt like I was their daughter in a weird way and I only wanted to please. I kept sucking on him and moving my ass, pressing my lips against Beth's fingers, trying to get her to enter me. She played with me and moved my legs wider. And when her hand came down on my bottom it sent an electric chill through me. It hurt for a second and heightened everything for minutes after. When she finally pushed her finger into me, I came almost immediately. 

I could feel her tongue in me and looked back to see her lying on her back, her head placed under my crotch. She stayed there for what seemed like forever, finally moving only to stand in front of me. I was in a daze. I watched as she straddled Mark and slowly sank onto his cock. Her hand moved to the back of my head and I had no choice but to move my mouth down to his sac and start to lick. I tried to back up so I could watch for a second but was only met with Beth's hands, urging me forward. I didn't want to, but she insisted. I think it was at that point that I realized I was their toy. Their little whore. And that was when I really got into it. I started licking and sucking. My hands went to his sac and his ass. I raised up to take her breasts into my mouth while my hand found her clitoris. It was amazing. I could feel her cum, and my only thought was to help.

And when he came, it only seemed natural to kneel down to her lips and taste him for myself. A trickle of his semen flowed into my mouth and I kept going. I felt like the slut they wanted me to be. It wasn't long before he was at my rear, pushing his semi-limp organ into me. I could feel it swell as it regained its energy and at the same time I could feel Beth's lips opening like some rare flower. I don't know how long I stayed like that, my face buried in her sex, his manhood filling me, my orgasms rolling like a wave. 

I did so much that night. From tasting my first woman to trying anal sex. And when I woke the next morning, I woke in between the two of them. Eager to please again. And that is how it's been for the past three months. My coming over to their place and being their little pet -- willing to do anything. And ohhhh yes, you should see the dresses they buy me... 



Twenty One Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Slaves to Desire

After the delectable bath, we fall asleep on the bed, wrapped snuggly in each other's arms for what seemed like an eternity. Soft, floral scents intoxicating my dreams, sweet dreams of you and me, a gentle breeze blowing your flowing locks aside as I watch you run through fields of daisies. I need to run to you, to follow you through this garden of temptation as you run from me teasingly, looking back with a seductive gleam in your deep blue eyes. 

But I cannot, cannot run to you, chase you, or even get close to you. Something restricts my movement, holds me back from you. I can only watch as you get farther and father away, fading into the distance, engulfed by a gleam of golden light. I try to cry out, but my mouth muffles on opening. Disturbed, I fight for consciousness, I struggle for movement, faintly, and I hear a giggle, soft voices, more laughing. My eyes open, bright golden glow fading to dark shadows, a soft silhouette flitting about the room, a dark shadow hovering beside me, plastered against a soft white curtain of light. 

I strain to focus, desperately trying to discern from dream and reality. The fields of flowers fade into a dark abyss blotched with soft lights here and there. My eyes are fully open, I am positive I am awake, yet nothing makes sense. Where did you go? Kaylee, the one who took me to heaven and back just hours before? Is that you I see, standing in front of the balcony window with your hand raised above your head? Or is that you I see sitting at the foot of the bed, shrouded in shadow, in mystery. Are there really two people in the room? To my knowledge, there was only you and I when we fell asleep after our bath together. 

I strain to sit up, to put the pieces of this bizarre puzzle together, but I cannot. I cannot move my body, my arms, and my legs. As I fight to adjust my figure, I can feel the binds around my ankles and wrists tighten. I use my arm strength to pull my body upward slightly to prop myself up against the headboard. MY eyes finally adjusting to the darkness I can see my arms dimly lit, a thick stand of leather encircling my wrist, extending outward to the bedpost, around the back of the headboard, around the other post, then binding my other wrist, while my ankles are in the same predicament. A single satin sheet draped over my entrapped lower body. 

How did this happen, I wonder to myself, did Kaylee do this? Is that her sitting before me, watching as I struggle to form a solution as to what lead to this? Or, is that her standing before the window, appearing bound as well, and if so, who did this to us? My senses have gathered, this is real, me and another are bound, and at the mercy of this figure sitting before us. Excitement turns to worry, and I speak out, "What's going on?" And then it comes clear.

The figure before me stands, a slender outlined form, female, with her hair tied back in a tail looms over me at the foot of the bed, the silent figure beside me squirms as this mystery woman saunters her way between us, walking to her bound captive at the window, and running a long shaft down her stretched out body, the sheet covering me twitches despite my feelings. Our captor turns her head back to me, and then makes her way back to her seat, sitting quietly, laid back in the chair, legs crossed, and one hand up to her chin. I watch in curiosity as she seems to nod the captive standing before the window, which I now notice is open, curtains spread apart just enough to show the view below a silhouette of a bound, semi-nude person. Then this person speaks. 

"Hello Jay, It's me, Ashley. I know this is a hell of a way to meet. But it was our Mistresses' wish that this be. She called me to come over, to bring the black duffle bag she packed with her, and here we are her slaves now. We are not to speak unless spoken to, we are at her mercy, and are to do as commanded." The bound woman says.

Fear fades to excitement once again, and the realization of what is going on falls into place. I turn to our Mistress, now recognizing her form, as she stands, and walks around to the left side of the bed, slinking as she walks clad in what appears to be a tight fitting bustier, and thigh high boots. She makes her way to the side of the bed and sits beside me, her head turning to look at her other captive, then to me, before turning on the bedside lamp and standing back up. 

In the new found light, my eyes struggle to adjust once again, opening from a squint to see my surroundings for the first time. My eyes immediately drift to Kay, our Mistress, clad in a leather bustier, the neckline cut down to her belly, tied together by this strands of black leather, accenting her full breasts like no other garment could. Elbow length leather gloves adorn her arms, extending outward to her hands, which hold the long handle of a plush whip resembling a horse's tail. Her thighs are dressed in a similar fashion, with boots to match, accented by heels taller than any I have ever seen. These boots travel up her legs for what seems like miles before resting jus under the hem of her tight leather skirt. This woman was a decadent vision of seduction, our Domme for the evening, our controller, and did she ever look the part. 

After examining our Mistress intently my eyes drift to my captive partner, the one whom I share this luxurious prison with. A slender blonde, hair drifting gently down the sides of her pretty face. Trim and fit, her body is stretched out, her hands bound over her head by a leather strap similar to the ones fastening me down, thrown over the bar above her head and tied around her wrists once more, her legs are free though, unlike mine. She is clad in a mere bra, black, with pink accents around the cup, and thin panties to match. She squirms a bit causing her hair to flail about, as she looks to meet my gaze, smiling a coy smile as if to say "Don't worry; this is going to be fun." I do not doubt that.

Mistress Kay takes a little while to let Ash and I get acquainted, but after these few moments, her leniency was all but abandoned. She stands and struts her way over to me, standing besides the bed; she places the handle of her whip over my lips. She then instructs me not to speak unless spoken to; Ash is to do the same. We are to realize that she is in control. I open my mouth as if to speak and swiftly the whip is in my face once again. "Ask first." She says.

"May I speak Mistress?" I mutter behind the handle.

"You may." She allows.

"I am curious, off the record, why this is? What made you want to do this to us?"

She begins to tell me how her world was rocked last night, how the union of her and I had changed her outlook on sex as a whole, and that I had opened up new doors of her sexuality, and while this was something she and Ash always wanted to delve into, this new and exciting person to try it with presented himself at just the right awakening moment. And while true that this session will leave little to the imagination afterward, it will make it a night to never be forgotten.

I nod in agreement, and resume my role as a mute for the time being, and watch as Mistress smiles and walks away from me. Not being able to speak is tolerable as long as I can watch this vision of pure domineering beauty walk around me. The sheer black material hugging the curves of her ass so succulently, her ample cleavage on display like a prize painting, perfect in every regard. Her legs, long and slender, also highlighted nicely her black boots, and regardless of my situation, I am aroused like one would not believe. I watch as she makes her way to her female captive, as she paces around in front of her, sizing her up, deciding her fate. 

Mistress Kay runs her whip over the blonde's body, her head cocking as she watches the rubber girl slide over her breasts, up across her neck, the soft ends of the whip following lead as they sprawl out over this woman's cleavage. The sensation of this causes Ash to sigh softly, which is not met well by her Mistress. The whip comes off her body, and lashes softly against her milky white breasts. Her body cringes a bit, the relief apparent on her face that it was not harder. "Did I say you could open your mouth?" Her Mistress snaps.

"No Mistress." She replies softly. 

I watch in awe at this woman's ability to dominate. I shift in my confines as Mistress Kay continues her tease of this now silent woman's body. The whip continues over her body, over her tits once again, then down her belly. Mistress kneels down now, on her knees before her blonde slave, as I shift to try and watch as her hands run up the back of her legs. Ash fighting hard, biting her lower lip to not sigh out in pleasure, her body writhing under the sensual control of this woman. The behavior between the two, not indicating that they are lovers, equals, in real life, but as if they are truly Mistress and slave. 

I continue to watch, almost jealous that Ash is receiving such erotic attention, but also knowing that my time will come. Mistress reaches around her back and undoes her bra, letting Ash's breasts be exposed to the cool air in the room. She looks down her exposed body as Kay once again kneels before her slave, unable to see, but imagining Mistress' mouth opening to run her tongue down over Ash's belly, further down until the band of her panties was in her teeth. 

I watch as Ash clenches her eyes, biting on her lip once more to refrain from crying out. Mistress' head begins to shake violently; she is using her mouth to disrobe her. She tugs her panties halfway down her thighs before standing back up. "Take them off yourself now." She commands her turning her back to her and making her way to the bed to me. 

I watch as Ash wiggles her hips, her body shaking trying desperately to obey her Mistress and disrobe herself further. I watch as her legs quiver, and her black silk thong shimmies down her thighs, further and further until they drop over her knees and fall to the floor. I glance at Mistress, whose face is graced with a wicked grin, knowing her girl is naked before the window, the unsuspecting public able to view her bare behind from the streets below. 

I begin to squirm once again as Mistress steps onto the bed with me, shifting the sheet covering me slightly and sitting between my legs. My body quivers with anticipation, happy to finally be receiving attention from my Mistress. She lays on her side, arm draped over my bound legs as she runs her whip over my thighs, her eyes locked to mine, her tongue running sensually over her lips, hungrily, tauntingly. Her whip proceeds to slither over my cock causing it to twitch under the sheet at first graze, her eyes flare with desire as she turns to her captive female, "Do you want to see what he has to offer My dear?" she asks her.

Ash nods in a positive gesture, not saying a word as to upset her Mistress again. 

"I thought you might love, so let him show us what he has." Mistress purrs, her voice low, seductive, commanding. She slides her whip under the edge of the sheet, lifting it slightly to raise it off me, my cock growing in size and excitement all the while. 

In a flash, she whips the sheet off of me, revealing myself to them both, a synchronized gasp from the two of them as their eyes land on my member, engorged and erect as ever. My head reels, as I can feel their eyes boring into my flesh. I shift slightly, relieved that I am no longer confined by a sheet, my erection sways slightly and my Mistress' head near it. "Ah, this cock that I have come to love so, so sweet, " she says, pausing to plant of soft kiss upon my throbbing head, a sweet mixture of heat and relief as her lips grace my skin once again. "Don't you want a taste my love?" She inquires turning her head to Ash, who nods in agreement, a look of desire etched into her beautiful face. 

Mistress rises up off the bed, sauntering her way back to her female captive. She stands before her, her body pressed hard into hers. I watch as Ash stumbles back slightly into the glass, her bare ass pressed tightly into the window, the sight from behind must be lovely. Mistress swings the whip around her body, roping her into her leather clad form. They embrace, Mistress pulling her body into her own tighter, harder, her head cocking slightly. I watch as Ash's eyes close, their heads churning in unison, locked in a passionate kiss. My cock twitches harder, my breathing quickens as I wish I could see more. 

Mistress' body then snakes downward, her tongue trailing down her captive's body as she watches the expression on her face as she slithers her tongue down her abdomen. Mistress down on her knees, she forces Ash's legs apart, I watch as her form sinks down, legs spread, exposed to her Mistress. "You don't look excited enough about the situation my love, let's fix that." She says as her head dives hard between her thighs. Mistress' head thrashes about violently; muffled groans and moans start to fill the room. Ash lets out an instinctive moan of pleasure as her lips are parted by her Mistress' tongue, only to be silenced immediately by her. 

"Did I say you could moan out loud?" Mistress hisses. Ash shakes her head no. 

"If you want to make a sound, you do it with your mouth closed. You will only open that nasty mouth when I say you can, understood?" 

Ash nods again, as Mistress returns to pleasing her slave. Muffled moans from a shut mouth ensue, as Mistress returns to eating her pussy with a passion. I watch in delight as ash's body convulses and writhes in her restraints. Her legs quiver as she is eaten harder, faster, her Mistress' tongue no doubt prodding into her depths, and if it was true that she was not excited before, she no doubt is now. I continue to watch as Ash thrashes her head about, wanting to cry out, but fearing reprimand again. Mistress kicks her head back with a loud gasp of air, growling at how good and wet her slave is now, and how ready she must be for the next step in obedience. 

Mistress stands back up, running her whip back up over her slave's quivering body. Brought to the brink of orgasm, but not pushed over, Ash is frustrated, but delighted all at once to be pleasing her Mistress. "It's time now love, are you ready?" She asks her. And after receiving a nod, Mistress reaches up and undoes her restraints. The leather tether falling to the ground, and Ash's arms fall in front of her. She looks relieved. 

But her freedom is short lived as Mistress commands her to pick up the end of the tether. She obliges diligently, and Mistress proceeds to bring her arms back behind her body, fastening her wrists together behind her. She proceeds to string the tether up through a ring in the collar around her neck I am only now noticing, and just like that, Ash is on a leash. She looks to me, a look of worry, mixed with desire burns in her eyes, I can do nothing but nod at her, unable to speak we are, but on the same level of arousal, and intrigue. 

Mistress leads her to the bed, taking the collar in her grasp and helping her up onto it. I watch as Ash walks on her knees, as Mistress brings her to rest knelt between my legs. Mistress herself stands up on the bed and walks between us, her legs spread over mine, as she towers over us both, she takes the whip and places it in her teeth, running her hands slowly down her tightly cinched top. Her hands molding around the lush curves of her tits, squeezed together by her outfit. 

We both watch from different vantages as her hands slither down to her skirt, and with a click and no hesitation, she undoes the buckle at the side of her hip and unravels the skirt from around her waist. It is then that we receive the view of a lifetime, Ash gazing at her finely toned buttocks, and creamy thighs, while I set my eyes on the finest trimmed pussy ever. 

My eyes glass over as her hips sway gently, teasing me with this vision of beauty, her neatly shaved snatch, in perfect form, dancing before me. I feel my cock twitch, and my body shudder, realizing now that I cannot have it, even if I wanted to. She steps closer, bringing her box closer to my face, I lean forward as much as I can only to be pushed back into the headboard by her whip's handle. She shakes a finger in my face as she inches her way ever closer, teasing me with her allures, her scent, and the slight tinge of liquid gracing her pink folds. 

She reaches down and places the handle of the whip under my chin firmly, clamping my jaw shut so as not to sneak a taste, as her pussy floats closer and closer to my face. Her hips gyrate as her clit is just centimeters from my face. My vision blurs, and only the intoxicating aroma of her sex is clear. I fight to free the whip from under my chin but it is no use, and I can do nothing but watch, and want. Up and down she grinds in front of me, teasing with the cruel humor only a Mistress could dish out. A faint giggle can be heard as she teasingly grazes my lips with her own, causing me to grunt in displeasure. 

She laughs heartedly as she backs away from me, I watch as she comes into view again, walking backwards slowly until her ass comes into contact with Ash's face. She bends over now, legs still spread, knees slightly bent as I'm sure she is exposed to Ash. She flings the whip around my neck, I feel the leather tighten around my nape as she takes the end back into her other hand. I am roped in now, forced to watch as she commands Ash to please her. 

"Lick my pussy now my slut, make it wet, make my cock here watch the pleasure grow on my face. Do it now." She orders her. And I can do nothing but watch as Ash draws her face nearer to her Mistress, her head disappearing behind her form poised before me. I watch as the expression on Mistress' face turns to one of delight, her mouth drops open, and her tongue extends as if swiping at an imaginary pussy before her. Her eyes shut, and her tongue slithers over her rosy lips, then the moans start to flow, the first audible moans of the night, as Ash begins to eat her Mistress as best she can.

The whip tightens around my neck as Mistress sinks deeper, Ash's tongue slithering over her swelling lips, parting them unassisted with her tongue. The flat of it pressing hard into her slit, and then proceeding to poke, and prod into her. I watch as Mistress' knees buckle slightly as her slave's tongue invades her. I watch as Ash's body grinds, trying desperately to obtain more depth with each push of her head into her Mistress' behind. Their bodies start to rock, back and forth as Ash begins to fuck her Mistress' pussy with her tongue. Yearning to use her hands, I look on as Ash's arms struggle in their restraints, but pleasing her Mistress nonetheless. 

Mistress' face inches closer to mine, her body quivering as her pussy is pleased by her slave's precise tongue. Her moans louder, her mouth agape and sighs of pleasure pouring forth from it. She releases the whip and places her hands on her thighs, gyrating her hips back into her slave's face. She looks back to watch her blonde slut lick her pussy, watches as her head withdraws for air, stifling a moan as her saliva trails from her tongue to her Mistress' pussy. The frustration of not being able to participate, let alone move is becoming overwhelming. I want to move, but cannot. I want to cry out, but cannot. I can merely watch as Ash brings her Mistress to the first orgasm of the night, and little did I know at the time, Mistress would be the only one orgasming for a long while. 

Her body shakes and shrill cries fill the room as our Mistress ekes out a pretty orgasm. The wet sounds of lapping overcomes my ears, as I watch Ash's head nod as her tongue licks up her Mistress' juices from her behind. After a few more tremors and her moans subside, Mistress turns around to gratify her slave on a job well done. Taking Ash's chin in her grasp she opens her mouth, nearing her own face to hers she plants a solid kiss upon her mouth. I watch as Mistress lets her tongue invade Ash's mouth, tongue swirling out in the open and lips smacking against one another furiously. "Well done my slut, fucking well done." Mistress purrs to her, petting her head gently. 




Twenty One Ch. 02



"Thank you Mistress." She replies, happy she was able to satisfy her. 

"Now for your reward my pet. Look at his cock, my cock. You want it don't you? I know you are not fond of cock, but you want this one don't you? Yes you do. This cock served me very well last night, and it will not disappoint. Nor will you disappoint me, wont you my pretty? You are going to take that cock good for me." She orders her slave. 

"Yes Mistress." She obeys.

I watch in sheer delight as Ash crawls her way to me, arms still bound behind her, leash gripped tightly in Mistress' hand, leading her like dog to water. She raises one foot up and steps into Ash's back, forcing her head down into my crotch, but stopping her with the leash just before her face crashes down into my shaft. Her mouth opens as if wanting to take my cock immediately into her grasp, but the length of her leash finds her just out of reach. "Ah, ah ah." Mistress says. "I didn't hear you ask for it."

"Please Mistress, let me suck his cock." Ash whimpers. 

Mistress' gaze turns to me, her glare burning a hole right through me. "Do you want her to suck your cock? My cock? Do you want my slave to fuck you with her mouth? Let me hear you say it now." She commands me.

"Yes Mistress, please, please let her suck my cock Mistress." I beg of her.

He grip loosens on the leash and Ash's head lunges forward. Her mouth opens like clockwork and my cock impales her throat. A gasp of air lets out of her as she releases my cock briefly, then letting her lips clamp down around my flesh as I feel her tongue press into the underside of my cock. Her head starts to bob, not wasting any time in blowing me, after all, Mistress said to suck my cock, not tease it. 

I watch in utter delight as her head rides my cock, succulent popping sounds echo in the room as she releases my dick briefly, letting it fall wet and throbbing onto my belly. Expertly she scoops it back up in her lips, without her hands, as she continues to eat it with an animalistic hunger only seen once before, the night before. Faster her head fucks me, I watch as Mistress rises to straddle her blonde slave, sitting on her back with her reigns in hand, tugging gently to the side to watch Ash's lips clamp on my cock from the sides, one half of a blowjob sandwich as she slides her lips up and down along my length. 

Mistress begins to grind against Ash's back, her pussy sliding wet and easy across her bare back. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as I feel my balls begin to tense. Ash can feel me throb harder in her oral grasp as she releases me, sinks her head yet lower, and takes a solitary swelling ball into her mouth, suckling gently, rolling it between lip and tongue. Not able to take it I open my mouth and let out a loud groan of pleasure, met swiftly with a harsh lash from Mistress' whip across my chest. I wince in both pleasure and pain and apologize.

My eyes open to see our Mistress grinning wickedly, pushing Ash's head back down onto me from looking up to see what happened. Dragging her tongue back up along my sac, Ash takes my cock back into her mouth, appeasing her hunger once more. If this woman didn't hunger for cock until now, it is amazing as to why not, as she pleases a cock better than anything ever experienced. I strain to keep my eyes open to watch her do me, feeling an orgasm mounting within me, boiling over, almost to the point of exploding. Ash can sense this, she can feel my cock throb harder, my balls stiffen, my body begins to convulse. Swiftly her head is jerked back off me, my cock glistening with her saliva, throbbing in the open cool air, as Mistress' voice rings out "NO cum."

I grunt my disapproval, as does Ash, but we are forced to comply, no cum. Mistress dismounts her slave, patting her behind approvingly at the fine job she did on me. I gaze at them, chest heaving, and breaths coming in ragged spurts, watching as Mistress undoes Ash's binds from behind her, and reties them in front of her. She lifts Ash up from her kneeling position, guiding her to stand over me, legs poised on either side of my hips. I stare up and the beautiful snatch glistening before my eyes, my hunger returns. Mistress walks around behind her, placing a plump pillow between my legs, and guides Ash down back onto it. I stare down my body at Ash's pretty pussy, just inches from my hard on, her legs spread eagle on the sides of mine. 

Mistress makes her way to the head of the bed, lying down next to me; she now dons a long crop in place of her whip, padded at the end by a soft tuft of feathers. She snuggles up next to me running the crop up my body, stopping when reaching my nipple and raising the crop to snap down onto it. I wince, and struggle in my restraints. I look to her as she smiles deviously at me. She runs the crop over my lips slowly after punishing my nipples a few more times, and then brings it down my body once more to prod at Ash's exposed pussy. Flitting over her lips, gently brushing up against her labia, then spanking it against her thigh briefly. 

"Love, fuck yourself for us. We are going to watch." Mistress hisses at her slave.

"You want to watch her fuck herself don't you cock? Let us watch her do it for us."

"Yes Mistress." We state in unison.

We watch in delight as Ash brings both her hands between her legs, her ass propped up to give us a perfect view of her fingers encircling her hole. Mistress trails the tip of the crop over her hands as her fingers part her lips, revealing her shiny wet hole to us, Mistress moans in approval at this sight. My cock throbs and twitches as Ash's fingers slide into herself. A whisper of "fuck" escapes my lips, and instantaneously Mistress hand is clasped over my chin, "Silence." She commands.

One apology later we are both watching Ash's fingers drive in and out of her, one at a time, then two. Her bound wrists flicking and jerking her fingers into her, wetter and easier with each prodding thrust. Mistress moans her approval as she drops her crop, and replaces it with my cock. Her fingers wrap tightly around me as she moans in delight. Her eyes fixed on her slave fucking herself as her wrist starts to churn, milking my still wet cock in her grip. 

Mistress then addresses both of us now with her rants, telling me how my cock must be yearning to fuck that pussy before my eyes, how bad it must want to explode with abandon into her. She talks to Ash as well, asking her how she must want my cock inside of her instead of her weak fingers, to have my cock fill her, to throb inside her, and eventually fill her with my seed. Allowed to answer we both groan positively, then sigh dejectedly as we are denied that by our Mistress. Instead she tells her to keep fucking that pussy as she is, but do not cum. She continues as she orders her slave to pleasure herself, to stroke my cock, rubbing the precum oozing from my tip into my burning flesh. 

As Ash continues to fuck herself, now apparently allowed to moan as her sighs fill the room, I watch as Mistress slides over me, taking a tender nipple into her teeth. Biting hard into my nub as her tongue flicks at the erect tip. Teasing, yet pleasing my nipples, I watch as she dons the crop once more in her other hand and works the handle down between her legs. She continues to orally please my chest as she tweaks the handle of the crop into her own pussy, moaning and sighing all the while. Ash lifts her head to watch, meeting my gaze briefly, as both our eyes drift to our Mistress fucking herself with her tool. Over and over she teases us with her moans, her words of filth mocking us as she brings herself to yet another climax. Her body shuddering against mine as she cries out, flooding the crop with her nectars. 

She brings the handle out and poises her face in front of mine, teasingly sucking herself off the handle, inching it closer to my own lips. "Taste with me cock." She beckons, allowing me to taste my Mistress for the first time. My tongue lashes out to lick the juice covered handle, melding with her own tongue as we lick her orgasm off the crop tenderly. We hear Ash begin to whimper, neglected, but still in the throes of her own passion. Swiftly Mistress swings around and demands she not make herself cum. Despair painted on her face, Ash nods in acknowledgement. 

Brought to the brink of orgasm twice, and twice denied, both Ash and I are exhausted. Mistress can see this and grants us one indulgence. She walks to the nightstand and retrieves a bottle of water. Twisting the cap off, she brings it to my mouth, letting it flow slowly onto my outstretched tongue. One swallow I take as I watch Mistress pour it out onto my body. I shiver at the cold, as the water streams down my chest, over my already erect nipples, and pooling at my waist. She then slithers over to Ash, still on her back, and I watch as she pours more of it into her begging mouth, and much like me, gets the remainder poured onto her body. 

Sternly, Mistress tosses the spent bottle to the floor, and reprimands us. "Look at the mess you two made!" She barks. "Now who is going to clean this up?

Speechless at this swing of her mood, neither I nor Ash had thought her capable of being this dominant. We stare dumbfounded at each other, not able to find the words to respond. "I guess if I want it done right, Ill have to do it myself." Mistress hisses.

We sit there as Mistress stands, undoing the strands of leather binding her top together. One by one she streams the thin straps through riveted holes in each side of her bustier, seductively letting each strand fall away from her body. She sways to imaginary music as she runs her fingers up the center of her body, tracing faint lines of where the top was cinched into her skin. Slowly she pulls aside the shiny material, revealing to us her luscious breasts, her hands running circles around the sensuous curves along the underside of her breasts, slowly trailing her slender fingers over her erecting nipples. 

Mistress struts over to Ash, kneeling down beside her, scanning her domineering eyes over her soaked body. Mistress shakes her head at her sloppy slave, and lowers her head to her body, her long slender tongue extending, to taste the water gathered in pools across her frame. After a bit of teasing licks, Mistress straddles ash lightly, I watch as she takes both her exposed breasts in her hands, cupping them together, and lowering them to her slave's damp skin. Slowly she runs her tits over the water, mixing the water into her skin, her nipples. Over and over she strokes her breasts over the wetness of Ash's body, soft sighs leaving Mistress' lips, her nipples scorching and throbbing as she spreads the water we are being blamed for spilling over the remainder of her body. 

Ash's body now coated with water, spread nicely over her silky skin by Mistress' succulent breasts. Ash propped up on her elbows as she watches Mistress straddled over her, hold her dripping breasts together, gazing down at them, then looking up to Ash, "Now love, its your turn to clean me up." She orders, inching her way towards her face, breasts still in hand. 

Ash smiles as she inches her head forward, a smile gracing her face as her lips meets the pert nipples of Mistress' tits. Her mouth opening wide, taking a full breast in her oral grasp, tongue flitting about and licking up the water rolling over the facet of her breast. Feverishly she laps at her tit, Mistress moaning and praising her pretty little slut for cleaning her Mistress good. He body shifts to give her slave access to cleanse the other breast, and her moans and words of praise only intensifies. I shift in my restraints at this teasing show, watching my fellow slave lick hungrily at her Mistress, and our Mistress sitting upon Ash's belly, grinding her pussy into her mount slowly, as her breasts are pleasured and cleaned. 

Mistress climbs of off her blonde love slave, and turns her body to me, making her way to me. She slips her legs over mine and sinks to her knees once again. Her eyes lowered, glowing with a desire on a higher level, her dark lashes masking her deep blue eyes, locked to mine as she crawls her way over my body. Her tongue extends, lapping at the pool of water formed along my waistline. I watch as she switches briefly, playing the part of the slave as she perches on all fours, licking the water off my body. She smiles wickedly as she watches my cock twitch as her tongue bathes me, her tits dangling nicely and resting on my thighs as she laps up the last of the water. Further up my body now she slinks, her breasts dragging over my legs, my waist, and I cannot help but shudder as her tits graze over my cock. 

Her face now hovers in front of mine; she straddled over my hips, her pussy just inches from my seeking head. Mistress looks down at me, her face slightly higher than mine, her lips floating just inches from mine, her breath warm, sweet as it washes over me, chilling and soothing. She opens her mouth, tongue easing out slightly, then back in to speak to me. "You liked watching me on my knees for a change I'll bet. Liked watching me play the pet for a bit?" She whispers.

"No Mistress. It did not suit you." I respond, hoping she does not take notice of my lie. But that was not to be.

"You lie." Her voice firms. "You did like degrading me didn't you? You liked watching me play the slut didn't you? Well things are back to normal now, and you're going to be punished for lying to me, cock." She hisses. 

Mistress bounds off of me. She slinks to Ash and helps her up, leading her to the head of the bed and laying her down next to me. I look over to her as she floats down beside me, her hands still bound in front of her. She looks to me as if to apologize for our situation, but we both know this is as fun for us as it is for her. She lies down, her body soft and silky as it rubs up against mine. We watch as Mistress stands at our feet, pacing diligently, as if sizing up her prey, deciding what move to make next. Her eyes fall upon me, and stare me down, pointing to me, she tells me that she has decided on my punishment, and given the circumstances, it was possibly the worst thing she could do. 

"I know how you will be punished, cock. You're going to fuck me; I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to ride my cock till my hearts content, till my pussy washes your cock with my juices." She says, her fingers running up her slit to ready herself, and just as she notices a relieved smile break upon my face, she delivers the actual punishment, "But I am still not going to let you cum."

This order from her makes me more frustrated than ever, brought to the brink of orgasm twice already, and now being told my cock is going in to her, and yet I cannot grace my Mistress with my gift makes my blood boil hotter than lava. I watch in a mixture of anticipation and despair as she straddles over my legs, lowers her moist pussy nearer to my erection, her fingers slipping her folds apart, revealing her moist, pierced pussy, lowering closer still, her grin mocking me as she stares me down, opening her mouth in enjoyment as my head presses into her hole. Lower still her hips drop, I am inside her now, and I grunt at the warmth of her pussy enveloping me in heat. She lets out a soft sigh of pleasure as she comes to rest on my thighs, my cock buried deep inside her. 

Mistress begins to grind leisurely, letting her pussy feel my cock brush against every inch of her velvet box. Her hands run up her body, cupping her breasts once more, still damp from the cleansing earlier, and her nipples still pert as ever. She rolls her tender nubs through her fingers as her pace on me quickens, her thighs rubbing against mine like a flint igniting a flame. Her hands run up through her hair, bunching it over her head as her head rocks in circles, mimicking the circular movement of her hips on me. 

Fucking me faster now, slight grinds, mixed in with rising and falling, Mistress rides her cock with more heat by the minute, her moans fierce, forceful as her pussy maintains a relentless assault on my cock. She looks down at Ash, watching intently as her Mistress pleases herself with her cock, snapping her fingers in front her face to coax her from her erotic trance. "Tease him, my love." She orders her. 

Ash nods her confirmation and looks me in the eye with a desirable hunger. Her bound arms drape over my neck, holding me in an imprisoned embrace, her head nears me, as her lips part slightly, grazing over my neck, planting soft pecks along it. Her hands press deftly into the back of my neck as her head slithers down, teasingly grazing her lips over my chest, my nipples, the sensations overwhelming, erotic beyond belief. I watch as her blonde locks cascade onto my heaving chest, sizzling at her touch, as her mouth engulfs my nipple, nibbling, licking, and suckling, launching me soaring into heaven. 

"That's it love, you feel his muscles tense in your possession don't you? Feel his nipples throb in your mouth." Mistress hisses, furthering her wild ride atop me by bouncing yet higher. 

Muffled moans of delight fill the space in front of me as I hear Ash sigh onto my flesh. Occasionally turning her head back to watch her Mistress continues to ride her cock. My mind is about to explode, trying desperately to please my Mistress by not cumming. Straining, I grunt, tensing my legs and my cock to try to hold back a climax. Mistress leans down, her body flush with mine as she takes a lonely nipple into her lips. Mistress on one, Ash on the other, I groan louder, getting ready to beg her for release. "Please Mistress, I'm so close, please let me cum." I beseech.

Almost instantly, her movements on me stop, and her pussy muscles release me. Her hand reaches for Ash's hair and pulls her head off of me. "Our little cock wants to cum my love, but he should know better shouldn't he?" She growls, punishing me ever further by climbing off me, my sopping cock slipping out of her and sloppily falling onto my belly. 

"Clean me off of him love." She orders Ash, as she swiftly slides down the bed to take my cock in her mouth once again. "But be careful, he may try to cum, do not let him." 

Swiftly Ash takes my cock in her mouth, sucking hungrily, with more passion than before. Her head twisting and churning as her lips slide over my length, up and down her head bobs, her tongue pressing hard into me as she does her best to clean her Mistress off of my cock. It seemed as if she was blowing me for an eternity, but in reality only a few minutes had passed, and I realize this as the urge to explode returns ten fold. I start to groan, body going rigid yet again, and my eyes clench shut, and then I am snapped from my climactic trance from a loud smack, as Ash's lips release me hard, the actual smack came from Mistress' hand against Ash's ass. 

"Now my love, fuck me, eat me, and make your Mistress cum again." She orders as she assumes a very odd position. Mistress climbs atop me once more, in a reverse cowgirl position her hands come down on either side of my body her ass planted firmly on me, pussy just above my cock, which rests against her dripping slit. She leans back, her head nestled in the crook of my neck as her head wiggles into position. Although I cannot see it, she glares at Ash, beckoning her to begin her assignment. As Ash crawls into position, Mistress cocks her head back, her dark eyes glaring into mine and with a wicked grin, runs her tongue over her lips, and turns her head back to watch her slave go to work. 

The frustration of being bound all this time has taken its toll, my arms tired, and I am in desperate need of a stretch. But the events before me make me forget my predicament once more. Ash on all fours crept between our legs, a succulent pussy, and a tempting cock before her face. Torn between her choices, she does what her Mistress asks, draws her face nearer to her pussy and begins her feast. Her tongue sliding up and over her slit, parting her pink lips, and tasting the sweet flavor of her Mistress' pussy. Heated and hungry Ash relentlessly devours this pussy, Mistress is pleased and her body shows it. Grinding hard atop me, her slender frame writhing and melding with mine, her moans coming in full volume as Ash begins to use her bound hands on her, fingers driving inside her, coaxing out the nectars of desire longing to be released for some time. 




Twenty One Ch. 02



Mistress' hips begin to buck, pressing down hard into me with each convulsion, Ash's fingers still buried deep within her, wrist twitching and fucking her like she wanted to be as her body succumbs to the pleasurable feel of her orgasm. Her head tossed back, nestled into my neck once more as I listen to her moan and cry as her climax pushes forth. I try to lean my head in to lick her, to taste her, to share in her experience, but she is just out of reach, frustration washes over me once more. 

"So fucking good love, more." She hisses through heated breaths at Ash.

Ash one step ahead, never relented her assault on her Mistress, replacing her fingers with her tongue once more, she continues to eat her pussy with an erotic hunger unrivaled. Muffled moans from Ash echo into her Mistress, harmonious with Mistress' own cries of pleasure. Ash then gets bold, sneaking her hands back between her legs, and rubbing her own juices over her fingers, she brings them back up to us, but not to lube pussy, to lube a cock. Her fingers wrap around my engorged shaft once more, stroking me softly, tenderly, as she resumes her feast. I try to look down, thinking I caught a glimpse of a wicked grin on Ash's face, before my head sinks back to the headboard in exhaustion. 

Mistress climbs to yet another earth shaking orgasm, as her body spasms violently atop me, her moans drowning out any audible noise in the room. I had hoped this orgasm would shake her world for longer, long enough for Ash to sneak me an orgasm, that she would stroke me off to a secret explosion that I would have a very hard time to conceal, but have yearned for it for so long now. But just as I was about to release, Mistress' climax subsides and she slides slickly off of me. Her body slumps in a heap of spent passion beside me, her breathing labored as I glance to Ash, wiping slick, shiny fluid from her lips. Taken over by animalistic urges, a sexual hunger that seems to have possessed her, she dives back down, not paying any attention to Mistress, or her orders. 

Her mouth engulfs my cock, head twisting and turning, I stifle a groan. Slurping and sucking, her lips tighten and loosen around me as she takes more and more of me down. Ash has yet to experience and orgasm too, and now it's beginning to show. She blows me with a passion, heated and intense, head bobbing and twisting faster and faster. 

Each release of my cock flows more and more saliva onto me, one of the wettest blowjobs ever given, Ash impales her mouth with me. Her eyes lock to me as she mouth fucks me, eyes blazing with an extreme passion burning hotter than the flames of purgatory. Her mouth releases my soaked cock, her hand then grasps me, jerking me violently as she slurps up the dribbles of spit hanging from her lips. My eyes shut in delight, feeling my orgasm reaching a boil once more, and thinking that the time has come, a forbidden orgasm about to be unleashed. Then it all stops.

I open my eyes to see Ash crawling backwards, cowering in fear as Mistress has regained her composure from her climax. She stands beside the bed, hands planted firmly upon her sculpted hips. Her eyes lowered, burning with a furious glare. Ash curls up on the corner of the bed as Mistress expresses her disappointment to her. "Shame on you slut. So hungry for cock, that you disobey me? Such a slut, that you'd take his cock without asking, without my permission? If you want to be such a whore, I will make you that whore." She reprimands.

Her punishment? She is to switch places with me. I am finally going to be free from my confines, released from my binds. I watch as Ash kneels in the corner of the bed, head lowered in shame, as Mistress floats from one side of the bed to the other, undoing the fastens that bind me to the bed. As limb after limb falls weakly to the bed, I can feel my blood coursing through my extremities once again, feeling more and more alive by the second. 

"Stand up." Mistress commands, as I stumble off the bed and stretch myself out. I look on as Ash is guided to the same spot I was just occupying. Laid out on her back, her freedom slowly taken from her as Mistress secures her in place with the same leather restraints so familiar to me. Ash watches as cuff after cuff is tightened down around her joints, and once all are in place, I look at her try to move, struggling in her new prison. 

She looks at me, and I almost feel sorry for her, but I am free now, free to move, free to roam. Until the form of my Mistress appears in front of me, and instantly my hands are bound at the wrist, cuffed in front of me with soft leather restraints. I look up to her face a she brushes her hair aside, smiles coyly, and leads me to the bed. Ash and I have just traded places. 

Mistress paces around the bed, strutting slowly and eyeing down her new captive, sizing her up, trying to decide her fate. She stops at the foot of the bed, steps up onto it and struts over her, standing above her, legs spread, giving Ash a clear view of Mistress' pussy. 

She looks back at me and beckons me onto the bed with a crook of her finger, I oblige, and kneeling behind her, between Ash's spread legs. I sit patiently awaiting my next order as I watch Mistress lower herself onto her prisoner's body, mounting her, pussies against one another, bodies melded together like a sculpture of Greek erotica. Then Mistress deals out her punishment. 

"My slut, you wanted his cock so bad, wanted to feel him, wanted to taste him, and look where it got you. You poor little whore. Now you're going to have to watch, agonizingly, as his cock is so close to you, so near you can almost feel it inside you, yet, it is going to be inside me." She teases her, Ash's whimpers of regret sounding out past Mistress' voice. 

Mistress turns back to face me, eyes blazing with hunger, as she orders me to fuck her, to mount her from behind and fuck her good, to make Ash regret her choice. I nod my understanding, and crawl my way up to her. Taking my ever rigid cock in hand, guiding the tip to her hole, stroking it up and down her slit, fiercely she barks out to not tease her, to just fuck her, I oblige diligently, and ease my cock into her. Her pussy opens up to greet me, muscles seizing my cock the instant it is in her. She backs into me, urging my cock deeper into her, the ability to have control of my body foreign, yet relieving, moving my hips in sync with her body, fucking her freely at last. 

I groove my hips in rhythmic time, fucking her steadily, easily, watching as her head rocks, hair falling around all sides of her beautiful face. I drift in mind back up into the heavens as I watch my cock slide in and out of her, wetter with each withdrawal. Her back arches and her moans spill forth. Faster her body begs me to fuck her, deeper, hotter. 

I speed up my rhythm and plunge deeper into her with each passionate thrust. My bound hands press into the small of her back, sliding over her curvy ass cheeks and squeezing, her back arches harder, and her ass rocks back into me harder, I grunt in time with her moans, and watch as she lowers her head to Ash, pressing her swaying breasts into hers, her face hovering in front of hers teasingly.

Sweat starts to drip from my body onto Mistress' back, Ash's thighs. I silence my groans to listen to Mistress tease Ash with sensual whispers. "Oh god love, you have no idea how his cock feels inside my pussy do you?" Sliding out her tongue to brush over Ash's lips, Ash snapping her own tongue out to her. "Fuck baby, he feels so incredible, don't you wish it was inside you? Don't you burn inside to have his cock fill your dirty pussy?" Mistress eggs her on, almost laughing an evil laugh as her body resumes its frantic rhythm on my shaft. 

She turns her head back to me and barks at me to fuck her harder, to make her cum on her cock. I stare her down and do my best to oblige her. Pumping her pussy as hard as I can, ramming my throbbing cock into her, sweat dripping profusely now, my need to cum greater than ever, and greater still when Mistress unleashes yet another orgasm onto me. 

Her pussy convulses around me, pulsing wave after wave of climactic bliss onto my aching cock. I watch as her body, bathed in my perspiration writhes beneath me in a sea of churning ecstasy. Harder and harder still I slam into her pussy, watching as my cock emerges each time shiny and wet with her cum. Her body starts to slow its pace as she continues to rub her experiences into Ash, telling her how amazing it is to cum on this cock, how incredible it is to fuck it, to have it, to feel it throb with the desire to explode. 

I groan and groan, and hope my pleas to do not go unheard. Mistress then slides my cock out of her, slithers off of Ash and lies next to her, tenderly running her nails over her body. I take my cock in hand and work her juices into myself, marveling at how incredibly wet this woman gets. Mistress takes Ash's tits in her grasp, massaging it, and tweaking her nipples tightly, watching Ash squirm with frustration. She leans in and begins to suckle on her tit, teasingly fluttering her tongue over her erect nub. Ash begins to moan out loud, practically pleading with her Mistress for release. Mistress hears her, and makes a very interesting decision. 

"You have served me well today my love, and although you did fuck up once, you were a good little slut to me. You want his cock?" She asks her, answered with an immediate nod of her head. 

"Can you beg for it?" Mistress asks again, answered with another frantic nod. 

"Please Mistress; let me have his cock, let me feel." She pleads, but cut short by a silencing finger over her lips.

"Not to me my pet, to him." She says in a whisper, glancing at me with a sinful grin. 

Ash turns her head to me in a flash, pleasing eyes glimmering with desire as she begins to beg me to fuck her, begging me to fill her with my cock. I look down at her body on display; I look to Mistress who gives me a look of approval. I move in, hands gliding over my still wet cock as I guide the head to her tiny opening. Mistress and I watch the expression on Ash's face turn from one of plea to one of fulfillment as my cock slides into her, stretching her pussy wide as inch by inch of my flesh invades her. Mistress' eyes widen as she watches her blonde slut be filled with my cock, her desires appeased, and her needs fulfilled, Ash is about to get what she longed for all night, an orgasm. 

Mistress talks to us both all the while I sex up Ash. Feeding us words of filth as she watches me fuck her, watches Ash get pummeled by me. Telling us how good slaves we are, how such pretty little obedient whores we are. She urges me on to fuck her good; to give her the cock she so longed to have. She continues this monologue of filth the whole time as she caresses Ash's pleasured body, at times drifting her own hands between her thighs to please herself. I can only marvel at how insatiable this woman is, and how lucky I am to be a part of this.

Steadily I rock my hips into Ash, easily sliding my cock in and out of her, gazing down at her body writhing and squirming in her restraints, her pussy pulsing with each thrust of myself into her. She starts to cry out loud, erotic moans of pleasure mixed with words of encouragement and approval, loud and resounding in the confines of our room. 

Mistress then begs me to fuck her harder, to punish her pussy for being bad earlier. I oblige by bucking my hips faster into her, ravaging that pussy with a blurring speed. My hands rise up and wrap around my neck, using my body to maintain the rhythm and pace. Stroking my cock with her pussy feels amazing, and I can feel yet again my orgasm coming to a boil within me. 

Mistress is engulfed in her own self pleasure as she moans and cries as her own fingers delve deep into her sopping pussy, moaning and screaming "Yes, that's it!" Over and over again, eyes clenched tightly as another orgasm washes over her body. I watch the two beauties beneath me writhe and wriggle in delight as one is pleased by cock, and the other pleased by the sight of it. 

Ash is in a world of her own as my cock persists on fucking her, harder still, bumping my hips up into her with definitive thrusts. In a few seconds my cock is about to be rocked the most ground shaking orgasm ever experienced, hours and hours of pent up tension about to be unleashed on me, shared with Mistress' loving lips. Sensing her slave to be near, Mistress rises up and leans over her body, turning to face me, and crawling her way down to get a close up view of the action. Her head hovers just above my cock, watching intently as it prods into her in deafening slaps. Her lips part and drips long strands of saliva down onto my cock, I watch as her pussy swallows it up as I press into Ash. 

Cries of ecstasy fill the room as Ash's body goes into seizures, erupting into a volcano of pleasure as the most intense feeling of the night takes over her senses. Her mind goes blank, filled with nothing but the sensation of tingles and shivers as her body goes into convulsions, deafening cries fill the room as her body twitches with each pulse of her pussy. 

My body doing its best to control her spasms, trying desperately to maintain my rhythm of thrusts into her, aiding in the deliverance of her ecstasy. My cock strains as her muscles devour me with incomparable strength. Spasming out wave after wave of juices onto my cock, causing me to fuck her even harder.

Mistress revels in the sight before her. Her slut writhing in sheer pleasure, and her cock, driving that pleasure out of her. She pushes me back, slipping my cock out of Ash's drenched pussy, my cock wetter than ever before from that incredible orgasm. I watch as Mistress strokes my cock steadily, leaning her head down to run her tongue over her slave's spent pussy, licking up the drops that seep from her slit. Ash's body shudders, quivering with each lap of Mistress' tongue over her. 

I watch in amazement as she cleans of that pussy with precision, licking up any stray drops of her juices, once done, she turns her attention to the cock in her hand. Lunging forward to devour it, Mistress engulfs my cock with primal hunger. Lapping and slurping my cock with unbridled desire, I watch as she works that shaft like never before, surpassing even Ash's previous hunger. Her hand jerks me off with a fury, her mouth opening wide and washing me off with her tongue, slipping easily over the tense flesh. 

Her tongue bathing me in a pool of her saliva as she mixes a cocktail of nectars onto my skin. Hungry and full of lust ready to boil over at any minute she, releases my cock reluctantly, rises up to stand over Ash and slowly lowers her body down onto her's once more. 

Before my eyes is a pair of pussies, grinding and sliding against one another, the sounds of wet kisses being exchanged can be heard past the bodies before me. Animalistically she thrashes her head back, her hair flailing around and landing on her back as she looks back at me with a fire in her eye, burning hotter than anything ever felt before. Her eyes glaring at me with a decadent gleam as she beckons me with her final order of the night. "Baby, fuck us, fuck us good, fuck us hard, and you do not stop until we ALL cum."

I eagerly oblige her, sliding up into position behind the two succulent pussies before me. Mistress reaches her hands behind her searching for something out of reach, so I reach to her my hands meeting hers, and to my surprise, she fiddles with my restraints until they fall to the bed, freedom, completely. As I take my cock back in hand guiding it to the pair of pussies, Mistress bounds off of Ash dashing to each restraint an undoing them, I respond by turning around and releasing Ash's legs. Once free, we both thank her in unison.

"Fuck thanks, fuck us now." She growls at me, resuming her place atop Ash. Hastily I am back between their legs, cock swiftly in hand, and ready to delve in to one of them. I raise my hips slightly, poising my cock at my Mistress' hole, watching as her body shudders as my head presses into her. She moans into Ash's mouth as my cock slides skillfully into her. 

My hands knead into her ass cheeks, grasping for the supple flesh as it ripples in waves as my hips thrust into them. As I fuck her, unrestrained, I feel as if in control now, equal, no longer her slave, I let her know this by raising my hand, continuing to fuck her, harder, faster, and with each entering thrust, my hand meeting her ass cheek in a sharp spank. Yelps of pleasure and pain cry out, as you look back at me, a look of surrender in your eyes. 

"Thank you Mistress, you're such a good Mistress, so good to her slaves, her slave cock wants to thank her now." I say, watching as her body collapses on Ash's in ecstasy, her brief fucking coaxing out another orgasm from her, coupled with cries of pleasure. Her head thrashes about as her back arches, releasing multiple waves of satisfaction. 

I keep fucking her, prodding that pussy with my dripping cock, the friction all but gone from within her pussy as it floods with her nectar. Her moans soften; her body slows its pace, as she begins to regain composure, her body still heaving as I slip my cock out of her.

Not missing a beat I take my cock in hand and slip it into Ash, sliding in with ease from the wetness of Mistress' pussy. A symphony of moans comes from up the bed, music to my ears as I begin to fuck Ash with the same passion she gave me. Stretching that tight pussy of hers, I rock myself into her, driving that cock deeper into her depths, searing my cock with passionate heat burning within. 

Harder and faster my body bucks, slamming into not one body but two, causing her body to grind lovingly with our Mistress'. A trio of moans fill the room, sweet music of desire as the motion of my hips bring Ash to the brink of another climax, her breathing fast, heavy, her moans loud and clear. 

Mistress senses she is near and slides her hand between their bodies. Her finger magnetically drawn to her clit, as I feel her hand brush against my cock with each thrust in. This was the push over the edge that Ash needed, as her body starts to buck in the familiar way she does when she cums. Hard and violent her body shudders as Mistress and I give her the most intense orgasm of the night. 

Her body quakes as I feel her pussy tense around me, milking me with each thrust as she pulses out her juices, mixing a sweet cocktail of lust within her. The moans come full force, non stop as her orgasm beings to subside, deafening screams fade to soft, whimpers, and I slide my exhausted cock out of her, stroking it gently. 

My body is drenched in sweat, as are the two figures beneath me. I slide my cock back into Mistress one last time, fuck her a bit before sliding out and back into Ash for a few thrusts. Moans heighten again slightly as I pull out and fall back on my haunches, wiping the cascade of sweat from my brow. 

I close my eyes and try desperately to catch my breath. I feel the bed shift and I open my eyes to see Mistress and Ash getting up, parting a space down the middle of the bed and beckoning me to them. Leading me by the hand to lie between them, two pairs of hands running over my slick body, Mistress begins to express her appreciation to me for being such a good cock to her. She tells me how proud she is of her cock, and how it is time for its reward. 

I smile and thank her as both she and Ash lower their heads to me. Softly I can hear Mistress whisper something to Ash, and I see her nod in acknowledgment. I watch as they proceed to devour my cock one by one. Mistress takes me down, coating my cock with saliva, licking off residual juices. 

Then Ash, running her tongue along my length, to the head, then swallowing me, deep, sensual, muffled groans vibrating my cock. The two vixens alternate controlling me, and I can feel it coming, a release hours in the making, my balls boiling over with intensity unsurpassed. The need to explode never more severe, and they know this. My body tenses, my groans loud, and my balls being rolled in Mistress' mouth bubbling with molten liquid. 




Twenty One Ch. 02



They release me, and dive back down into a blowjob sandwich, one pair of lips on either side of my cock, tongues running on both sides of me. I watch as two heads, two of the prettiest mouths ever conceived devour me, please me. My cock starts to pulse, spasms of need throbbing through my vein. They break the sandwich after a few more passes, and two hands wrap around my cock. 

They start to talk to me, urging me to cum for them, to bless them with this gift long overdue. Taking turns stroking me, licking me, they quicken their pace when they feel my body go rigid. My head presses back into the bed, and a loud forceful groan bellows out into the room. Moans of approval come from below me as I feel my cock start to throb hard. 

Exploding in their hands my cock spews forth a forceful stream of thick white liquid, splashing back down onto their tongues. Over and over this continues as my cock continues to jet out streams of cum. My body shakes, shuddering with this intense release. Moans and groans of approval from the two of them become audible again as my head clears, and my body stops shaking. 

I lift my head weakly to see their two faces painted white with my seed, two hands still stroking me gently, milking out the last few drops of cum from me. I watch as they lick their gift off of one another's lips, taking it down and swallowing their share. Once clean, they look to me with smiles emblazoned on their faces, as they lean in once more to lick me clean, succulent lips working magic over me, tantalizing me, and relieving me at last. 

Time seems to slow; my Mistress and Ash crawl up to me and lay on either side. Hands caress one another, and tongues kiss fervent lips in appreciation. Ash and I thank our Mistress, and hope that we satisfied her. She responds by saying "I am not your Mistress anymore. But yes, you did me very well."

We smile in gratitude, and applaud her performance. The show is over for now, but we have just started something that opened a whole new door of sexual enlightenment. Our three way sessions were just beginning. And they will only get better.



Twenty-One Cock Salute



Part One: At The Art Museum

A thunderstorm had caught me off guard while I was out in the open pushing my two children in a baby stroller, so I was glad to duck out of the heavy storm into the first doorway I could find. It was an old established art museum, but the sounds inside were surprisingly modern.

"Would you look at that fucking pencil dick," a young gravelly voice laughed out loud. I could tell from his street tones that he and his friends were all black and very male. "Shit, if I looked that small and sad, I wouldn't let no painter put it in no picture."

It was an exhibit of Nicolas Poussin's Renaissance oil painting of "Midas and Bacchus," painted on canvas in 1625, and on loan from the Pinakothek collection in Munich. And the lads were right. The guy in the painting did have a pencil dick.

"Nicolas Pissin--" one of the others said. "Yeah, that's about all that dick's good for is pissing."

"Little saint Nick and his little saint dick."

"No wonder all the other paintings have little robes and cloths dropped over their cocks," another young black man said. "They're too embarrassed to show what they got."

"More like what they ain't got."

More laughter.

"Looking at things like that you gotta wonder why there's so many white people."

"Oh that's easy," the gravelly voiced young man answered. "'Cause their women are so easy to find in the dark." 

A long collective groan of snickers filled the air. I had just stepped around the corner, and I couldn't help myself. I laughed out loud. Naturally that garnered their attention.

"Whoa, hey mama! Did you think that was funny?" a smooth faced adolescent asked me.

"I'm only laughing because it's true," I replied. "My two men have no trouble finding me in the night. But I have to reach out and feel for them in the darkness."

"You got two men?"

I nodded. I stooped down and rolled back the mini-tarp that kept Darcie and Kane Michael's stroller covered up from the rain. The four young black men let their jaws drop at the sight of my children.

"Are both your men black like these two babies?"

"That's why my guys are so difficult for me to find in the dark," I added.

"Oh man, oh man, oh man!" All four of them crowded around the carriage to examine my two little mixed blood riders. I could see the wheels turning in four different heads as they looked down at the babies features and then looked up at mine.

"There's no way you'd ever have any difficulty finding me in the dark," the leader said. "Just follow the long handle."

The others laughed again.

Darcie smiled. Like both her mother, Shaleen, and I, Darcie loved the attention she got from men. But Kane was fussy from being out in the rain and wet. So I gently picked him up from the stroller and cradled him in my arms, while I helped Darcie to climb out as well. Once Darcie was out, I found a bench to sit down on and checked my son's diaper. Not too bad, really. But he shoved his fist into his mouth and I knew he wanted to be nursed.

Well, one thing for certain, I knew this particular crowd wouldn't mind at all if some white woman breast fed her biracial baby here inside the museum, and so I settled onto the bench, slipped my jacket open, and plopped out one milk engorged pale boob.

Four overgrown adolescent males were even more thrilled with that than my hungry little infant boy. But Kane Michael claimed first rights to my brownish pink nipple.

The group of them continued to ask me questions about my guys and my kids. I sketchily filled them in on my schedule and how my guys have to work nights.

"In fact I have to go home to wake them up pretty soon," I finished. "And one or both will be more than ready for a wake-up fuck."

Again a long impressive moan from the crowd issued forth.

"Do you all sleep in the same bed?" the smooth faced one asked.

I smiled and nodded. "Wouldn't have it any other way." 

I could tell that they wanted to ask me for my number so that they might have the opportunity to fuck some forty year old white woman as well, but I wasn't quite in the mood for such games at the moment.

Finally the storm stopped, and I rounded up my wandering granddaughter, put both her and Kane back into the stroller and started to leave.

"Wait!" the gravelly voiced young man shouted. "Take this."

He handed me a piece of museum note paper with a phone number and a name written on it. I smiled. First I folded the paper in half and stuffed it down into my nursing bra. Then I put my hand out to his cheek and brought my lips close to kiss him. His other buddies began a chorus of "Oooo's" as my lips touched his.

"Someday I'll call," I whispered.

I think by the darkening of his skin, that he actually blushed more than I did.

"Really?"

I nodded. "Really."

*

Part Two: Five In One Bedroom. 

Now, my bedroom is crowded. Very crowded.

There is the big crib on one side which holds my granddaughter, Darcie, and the smaller cradle in the corner where my son, Kane Michael sleeps. Desmond Emmons, both children's father, is most frequently found on the left edge of the king sized bed in the middle of the room, while is best friend, R.J. Tolliver is found on the right side.

That leaves the middle of the big bed for me to sleep or to try to sleep.

Often I have been awakened to two softly snoring men pushing against me in the middle of the morning and three or four hands clutching at various body parts while I try to sleep. And of course I've encountered two "morning erections" at full attention. I've never had so much affection and loving attention in my entire life as I do these days.

My neighborhood friends have pretty much stopped speaking to me, but I honestly don't miss them very much. Apparently a forty year old white woman has no business letting two black ex-convicts--one thirty-one and the other twenty-four live inside her home in a decent neighborhood like ours used to be. 

"God only knows what those people do in that house."

Yeah, they might sleep five people in one bedroom.

Now the fact is that my guys are both young, vigorous, and horny enough to engage in daily fucking marathons even if they weren't hellbent for a race to see who gets me up-the-spout again. That's Brit slang for pregnant. So far--well they're content to keep trying.

Des takes his daughter Darcie to visit her mother, Shaleen, on visiting days at the correctional facility. My daughter is doing a minimum of four years for a mandatory drug sentence. That's the reason I got custody of her daughter, Darcie, in the first place. That's also the reason Darcie's father came to see her at my place. Circumstances lead to my allowing Des to cum inside of me, and that's a big part of the reason Des never left my home.

Shaleen still resents me having Des's baby. She thinks I betrayed her and Darcie, but my granddaughter loves her little baby brother, Kane Michael. 

"Christ, mother!" she screamed at me over the phone. "How could you do this? How can he be Darcie's half-brother and my half-brother as well? That's just sick!"

But lately, she and Des have put their relationship on the mend. She really won't have any place else to go when she finally gets out, but here to our home. I think she just wants to vent about what how she feels about what happened between the man who fathered her baby and her own mother's baby as well.

I spend a lot of time with R.J. when I can. He and Des are surprisingly loving--even gentle lovers when they want to be--and I reciprocate in as many ways as I can.

Like I said before, a day doesn't go by where I don't fuck one, the other, or both. Now with the race to make a new baby going full out, I find myself with my panties removed or pushed aside and a long thick black cock driving in and out like an old piston engine several times a day. Needless to say, I've enjoyed a lot of raw sperm over the past weeks. I imagine there's a long queue of sperm cells lined up for a chance to fulfill their mission inside a forty year old white lady's womb.

It can't last forever. One day I'll wake up and find that I've missed a period and that my breasts are tender, or maybe I'll feel a bit queasy.

My days have been flying by in a daze. 

Yesterday, I came home from work tired and sweaty and not looking forward to cooking and taking care of two children let alone two hungry black lovers, but Des smiled and told me that Kane was fast asleep and he had Darcie under control for the moment; so, why didn't I go upstairs to shower. I couldn't argue with logic like that.

I stripped down to shower and turned the water on to adjust the heat. A hand softly nudged my ass and a warm low voice murmured behind me.

"Lord, what a beautiful sight to see," R.J. said, as he bent down to kiss the cheek of my ass. "I can't tell you how thankful I am that you're such a huge part of my life."

"I think you saw me at my 'hugest!'" I said laughing. "Just before Kane was born."

"He was a big boy," R.J. turned me around to face him. He too was naked with his flagpole rising to full staff as he brought me close against him. "But you were the important one."

"Toll, stop! I need to shower."

"I want to scrub your back."

"Oh, for God's sake, okay," I sighed. "Come on in."

"Believe me I intend to do just that." He smiled.

He washed my back, breasts, arms, shoulders, and more with the same intensity that he would later use to caress my skin or to finger my pussy. We were all soap and fragrance, all touch and shivers, all kisses and sharing.

I dropped to my knees and put my hands and then my lips on his cock during our shower, but he stopped me after about five minutes of some very hard and continuous oral sex. We threw a couple of soft bath towels onto the bathroom floor, and R.J. took me right there. I couldn't help myself anymore. He was just so amazing.

"I'd like to have a daughter," he whispered. "Will you do that for me?"

"Tolliver, stop!" I don't think I sounded very convincing.

"She should look just like you. Soft and luscious--"

I don't think he was sure just how I'd respond to his statement. But I squirmed under him and moaned. As it turned out, Toll climaxed immediately--Bang! Just like that, and the strangest thing happened. 

My body usually relaxes and allows the flowback to dribble out afterwards. This time there was a little ripple of the tiny muscles on my left side and my body tugged and pulled everything to that side. I figured it was just nerves, until I realized that I'd hardly lost one iota of R.J.'s semen over the last few minutes. Whew! I've had that happen to me before. It often signaled a major, major change with me. But I couldn't tell him that. 

Who was I kidding? I knew in my heart of hearts that R.J. had suddenly done what both my guys had been trying to do for weeks, and in a couple of weeks I'd have to go buy one of those home pregnancy tests.

Just the thought of being made pregnant by R.J. caused me to climax under him. A huge shuddering climax!

I think something deep inside both of us knew what had happened.

He raised his head up and smiled at me. "If I'd known that was all it took, I'd have taken you on the lav floor a long, long time ago."

*

Part Three: Nothing Between Us. 

There was nothing between us.

That's something I might've tried to say to Jarrad's mother or to either of my two guys Des and R.J.: "There isn't anything between us." 

But that wouldn't be what I meant.

There was nothing between Jarrad and me, as in the two of us were about to have unprotected sex.

I suppose it's pretty much a kink of mine. I haven't asked for protection during sexual intercourse for close to two years now. I've been lucky. I've gone disease free so far, and I've been able to get pregnant only when I want to be pregnant--which is just about any time I think about it--so, yes, I've been lucky.

I discovered that the gravelly voiced young man who gave me his number in the art museum and called himself Jarrad is actually named Jawad--a name given to him by his Pakistani mother. She too has something in common with me as a moderately dark skinned Moslem woman from Pakistan, she conceived her baby boy some nineteen years ago with a Christian lover--an older African man--a very Black Sudanese man who was a dear old friend of her family.

Yes, after thinking about him for weeks, I'd called this young man to ask him if he remembered me. Jarrad said he remembered me quite well. I asked him if he wanted to meet--just the two of us, only the two of us, no mates and no kids, and he said he very much wanted to meet with me--and so we met.

He's such a beautiful blend of colors--deep brown skin and yet a violet tinge to the color of his eyes—that I knew right away I couldn't just leave him alone.

I mean, I couldn't just go on with my life without knowing more about him--a lot more. We walked about and talked softly to each other as if I were his teacher or some matronly authority figure in his life instead of some crazy lady who wanted to fuck him. 

He told me all about his mother--how she had him when she was only fifteen back in Karachi. I wanted him badly. But, I could tell by the way he spoke to me that his mother was my age or, God forbid, younger than me. That's all my ego needed was Jawad's mother accusing me of being a cradle snatcher.

Anyway, it was this young man, Jawad, who I'd allowed such privileged time playing with my cunt as we hid under the corner stairwell off the causeway of an old, old office building. He'd hiked my skirt up to discover that I'd worn no knickers--no underwear at all. So I was extremely vulnerable to a black finger plying right up between my labs--that's Brit slang for pussy lips by the way.

I was being fingered by a young man I didn't really know.

Not that it mattered. When I'd been married all those years back, I'd had my one white husband/lover like any good girl from my generation. Now as I looked at the "boy" next to me, I knew his would be the fourth black dick I'd let inside my white pussy in less than two years. I also knew we'd fuck more than once, and, of course, we'd probably fuck unprotected.

We dropped to the floor under that stairwell. Jarrad pushed his pants down and exposed a hell of a black stonker--street talk for an impressive looking large erection.

"Ohhh...God!" Jarrad murmured as his big black cock sunk slowly into my own open loins. "God is good! Allah Akbar as me mum's family would say. I can't believe me fuck buddy's a grandmother."

"Hey," I chided him. "None o' that." I think I was most angry about the fact that he was telling the truth. Were we just "fuck buddies"--all sex and no commitment. "You don't talk like that to the woman who's letting you slip into her body."

"Sorry, Thea." Then he grunted in excitement.

"Apology accepted." Christ, did he feel good. We had fantastic chemistry going on, I thought. Shit, even I couldn't believe my fuck buddy was probably as young as my daughter.

Stop that! No more thinking like that. No more...just enjoy. Just enjoy, I told my self Just enj--

I came. I writhed in a long shuddering orgasm, moaning softly in his ear, washing his cock with the soaking lotions of my vagina while I came all over his erected black stonker.

Then Jawad ejaculated. Cumming like crazy, my young man started to spray me inside like the spigot of a naturally strong faucet turned on full. God, did he ever cum. 

"Christ," I said. "Bet you think I'm some kind o' spunk bucket."

"Not at all," he whispered. I think you're nothing short of wonderful. A man could easily fall in love with a woman like you. Your blokes are damn lucky."

I could sense his semen flowing out through my labs. "They're not the only ones who are lucky," I replied. "Some young grannies have gotten lucky too."

"Shh," he said grinning. "No need to use that word. You're only as old as you feel. And from my point of view, Thea, you feel like heaven."

"How old is heaven?" I asked grinning back.

"Mmmm? Just about your age, I'd wager."

What a lovely liar. Lovely, loving liar.

"Hey," he whispered. "Can we do this again?"

"Oh, yes," I purred into his ear. "Any time."

"You mean like right now?"

I could feel Jawad getting hard inside my cunt once again, and I grinned. "Why not?"

How old is heaven? Maybe the real question is how young is heaven.

A Twenty-One Cock Salute

All right, so I really didn't receive a twenty-one cock salute that Friday, but I thought I came pretty damn close by the time my day had finished.

Let's start with my wake up call at around six in the morning. First, both my guys dragged home from work around this time. They were pretty fagged out from a tough night of lifting and hefting heavy steel components needed to build a new assembly machine in the main engineering factory.

A very tired Des fell asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow. But a rather sweaty R.J. touched me on the cheek, put his finger to his mouth to tell me to keep quiet, and then led me quietly downstairs where we landed on the sofa.

"Take your gown off, Thea," he ordered. Then he proceeded to undress in record time himself.

I sighed that I was pretty dry what with the possible changes which might be going through my body at the moment, but R.J. just smiled. Like a magician doing a coin trick, he produced a small tube of lubricant. 

"Let's try this," he whispered.

I watched as R.J. took hold of the small tube of water based jelly and slowly squeezed out a large glob of clear gel onto the tips of his black fingers. Then those dark fingers dropped out of sight hidden by the flesh of my thighs. Suddenly, the shocking cold lubricant oozed a chilling trail across the delicate tissue of my swelling labial lips. Cold! Oh, but very wickedly exciting. Seconds later his wet, emboldened fingers slipped gently between the opening of my loins so that he could smear my inner tissues with the cool wet gelatin. 

Now that was coldly delicious. I purred a small throaty moan. 

"Tell me something," he murmured as he continued to take his time fingering my pussy with those marvelous caresses. "Do you really think you might be pregnant?"

"Mmm-hmm," I answered, nodding my head. "Probably."

"Really? Do you think the baby's mine?"

"Could very well be," I said. "You certainly shot enough of your busy boys into my body to make a strong run at fathering this child."

Speaking of fathering, R.J. followed up his sticky lubricated fingers with a large, thick naked substitute located right at his midsection. "But, do you think she's mine?"

"How do you know she's a she?" I grinned as his long, hard, masculine presence graced my loins totally bareback.

"If she's mine, she's a she."

"No other possibilities?"

"Well, not tonight." Then, after just moments, R.J. Tolliver grunted and came. Hard--very hard.

I exhaled a soft sob into his ear. "You were certainly ready."

"I've thought about you all night."

"I can tell." I could feel the wetness packed like so much lotion flowing inward and seeping outward from my stretched cunt. What a fabulous moment, I thought selfishly. What a fabulous--

Then softly my body came under Toll's. Whew, was that lovely! And messy. Funny how sex means absolutely nothing when it's just clean and contained. For me, I needed to experience the sticky thrill of semen pumping into my unprotected vagina for my own  enjoyment to flow fully. Yeah, that's my little kink, I guess.

I put R.J. to bed, and he dropped off next to my other sleeping beauty, Desmond. I showered and packed up the children to get them out of the house for a while. Both Darcie and Kane were in pretty good moods as we strolled down toward the business district.

I couldn't believe it, a familiar figure stepped out in front of me. A handsomely dark young man entered the street as I approached the commercial district. I called out to him.




Twenty-One Cock Salute



"Jarrad!" I nearly said Jawad, but I fought back the urge.

"Thea?" He smiled at me. Beautiful white teeth framed by wide kissable lips. "What are you doing out around town so early?"

I shrugged. "I wanted to take my kids for a stroll."

He walked right up to me, leaned down and brashly gave me a quick kiss. "So this is the grandma who should've been the love of my life."

"Shush, you." I think I blushed. "Are you on your way to class?"

"Got two hours yet," he said. "You headed any place special?"

I shrugged. "I'll have to feed these two eventually. Want to have breakfast?"

"Not really," he replied. Then he paused for a few seconds. "Want to fuck instead?"

I started to say, you're not serious. But I didn't. Even with all my experience with black men, I looked up into his dark violet eyes and saw a hunger in them that I easily recognized.

"If you'd like," I whispered. "Sure."

Jawad, my half-black half-Pakistani teenager, took me to an upstairs flat about a block away.

"Nobody's home but my friend, Arthur," Jawad said. "And he's got to go to class in fifteen minutes. That should give us plenty of time."

Arthur too was a mixture of black, Indian or Pakistani and probably a little European, as well. He was slightly lighter skinned than Jawad, but still rather exotic looking. This new young man couldn't take his eyes off of me. Was it my age or my skin color? Maybe it was just that I was female, and Arthur knew that Jawad and I had been fuck buddies. I shouldn't be surprised that a youngster would brag to his best friend about a sexual conquest. Anyway from the way Arthur stared at me, I knew he realized that something was up between Jawad and me.

A curious thing, though. I'd never met Arthur before, yet I felt as if I'd seen him somewhere. No, not with the art museum crowd, but where I wasn't certain.

Once Arthur left for class, Jawad and I stripped down to our basic nakedness. Then we carefully conjoined our bodies. A naked man--bare and black. A naked woman--bare and white. We came together naked and we came together barebacked. 

I don't know whether Jawad sensed all that recent raw sperm clinging to the sheath of my pussy, but he had to know that I'd been fucked earlier that morning.

It didn't matter. Jawad moved over me and inside of me like a male animal possessed. He inhaled in short gasps and pants, and I could tell that his body had taken a route totally out of control.

"Ohh, Thea," he moaned. I caught a flurry of motion off toward the wall, and I saw Jawad's friend, Arthur, watching my young dark lover top me. I wasn't sure whether Jawad knew he was there or not. It didn't seem to matter as Jawad continued to pump away, filling my loins with big black beef until the youngster made a noise deep inside his own body like a small motor burning out. 

For the second time that morning, a younger black man ejaculated a full load of living sperm into my open pussy. I didn't cum under him, but I held him close and whispered loving words into his ear about how wonderful he felt and how his prowess for penetrating a woman was sensational.

Jawad tried to catch his breath, and then said someday he wanted me to have his baby.

"What is it about my men?" I laughed and held him close. "We'll see, all right?"

My children were getting fussy and I told him we needed to get dressed so we could all have breakfast.

Jawad told me that he didn't have time for breakfast, but he'd walk me and the babies to the cafe down the street. What a walk that was. Forget the people who stared at the two of us pushing two obviously half black babies down the street, I couldn't believe the amount of seepage and flowback dripping into my panties as I walked alongside of him. 

Once we arrived, Jawad kissed me good-bye. I ordered for he three of us and got the babies situated in high chairs while I waited for the food.

A few minutes after Jawad disappeared, Arthur slipped into the cafe. He walked up to my table and sat down with me. 

"I didn't know it was you, Jarrad was talking about."

"Well," I replied. "I guess that makes two of us."

He smiled. "More than two of us. There's somebody who'd love to see you again, Thea. Really love to see you."

I shook my head. "Arthur, I wish I knew what you were talking about."

"You'll know soon enough. He's right outside."

"Who's outside?"

I saw a rugged face peeking through the window. He was a very startling, very strong looking young man, and obviously quite self-confident.

"Malcom?" I whispered. Of course, who else could it be? A small ache swished up inside, playing the back of my abdomen and stopping just behind my belly-button. 

Malcom always seemed to find me when I was already pregnant. What the hell did I mean by that? I wondered why that thought leaped into my head as I watched him walk through the door and approach my table.

Darcie looked at Malcom. I think something in her little brain recognized him and associated him with the previous holiday season. I sure as hell remembered sharing intimate gifts with him on the busiest shopping day of the year.

He bent down and gave me a sweet little kiss. 

"So, Thea," he announced for everyone in the place to hear. "I finally have a real name to hang on the finest piece of ass I ever had."

I must have made a face. "Malcom, stop!"

I know the other customers in the place must have heard him. Even my waitress frowned, and I'd been friends with her since Darcie was barely a month old.

"Did you already order? Arthur and me are picking up the tab," he said.

"Me?" Arthur whined.

"That won't be necessary," I said.

"Yes, it is." Malcom took Arthur by the shoulder. "You'll thank me for this later, bro." 

Arthur and Malcom shared a look that I couldn't see--but I could sure as hell guess. 

Damn! Now I remembered distinctly. Arthur was one of the faces that day at mall--that busiest shopping day of the year so they say. This morning was the second time that Arthur stood by and watched while a forceful young man probed my cunt with a thick black dick.

I looked back at him and murmured his name. "Arthur!"

He knew that I knew, and he nodded.

"Once we get the kids fed, I want you to go back to Arthur's place with me--with us," Malcom added. "Will you do that for us?"

I gulped down a big swallow of my morning tea. "Why is it you always catch me too late?" I said blushing.

"What does that mean?"

"I'll tell you later," I replied. "In bed."

Malcom nodded at his lighter skinned companion. "Arthur too?"

I looked up at Arthur, and then at Malcom. 

"All right," I said. "Arthur too."

"Good." Mal relaxed enough to let out a long exhale. He'd been holding his breath over the last few moments. Then he turned to Arthur. "See? I told you."

So sure of himself. So damn cock-sure!

I have to tell you I've seen this dramatic sight at home with my own two boys, but it never fails to take my breath away whenever I see it. Two straining black erections swinging freely from two well developed masculine bodies is like a woman's fantasy come true.

Even a grandmother with new streaks of gray threading through her hair can become like a little girl indulging in long thick full fantasies when the timing is right. And I was just that--a little girl, forty years of age, dragging along two babies in a double pram--and quite likely carrying another baby in the womb. Of course, the only thing that mattered to me at the moment was the sight of those two young eager black male erections.

I understood on a primal level that they both wanted me. Each young man looked forward to entering my open unprotected cunt.

"What did you mean I was too late?" Malcom asked me, once I could no longer see his dick standing in the room. Who was I kidding? I knew exactly where his cock was hiding from my sight.

The last time I'd had Malcom, I was very, very pregnant. I told him circumstances made all things equal this time as well.

He mumbled, "Don't worry. I'm a good sport. We can try later." 

Uh-oh. What was it about the men in my life and babies? Lathering himself up in the wet and frothy confines of my pussy, Mal took his time sliding in and out--playing me like some sort of mellow old instrument and finally contributing a pint of enthusiastic lubrication of his own to the sticky messes I'd taken thus far that morning. 

I nearly came hard myself. I gripped his butt and moved under him, even after he stopped moving.

Arthur took over immediately. He was inexperienced. Not exactly a virgin, just not very tutored in how to handle a woman. Both excited and clumsy, Arthur climaxed quite quickly. However, his role as my interim dick brought me to a soft giddy climax under him. 

Malcom's cock sprang back to full strengthed desire as he watched us intently.

Malcom was back atop me and probed my slick, gaping loins just as soon as Arthur dismounted. This time it was several long minutes before he came. My body followed his. I really enjoyed him, this time. My babies had both gotten fussy by this time. I got up to walk over to the stroller and I picked Kane Michael up, while I asked Arthur to help Darcie out onto the floor so she could crawl around.

As I encouraged Kane Michael to latch onto the nipple of my breast, I saw both young men staring intently at the nude forty year old woman nursing a baby who was only half white. Could this be the reason that so many of them brought the topic of conversation around to making babies? Or was that just an excuse to enjoy a good fucking?

It was time to go back home. I changed Darcie and Kane one at a time, and with Arthur and Mal's help, I got them back into their double pram and headed for home.

That Friday morning was pretty incredible, I thought. I needed another shower and quite frankly, some peace and quiet by the time I got my children home and down for a nap. I would get only my shower.

Des woke up and came into the bath as I was drying off.

"Honey," he said. "Is it true that you're pregnant again?"

I looked at him for a moment, and then I looked down at the floor and nodded.

"I think that's great!"

I smiled and looked back up at him. "I'm glad. I hope you feel the same way when I'm all blown up like a stuffed turkey."

"Are you kidding," he said. "I love stuffed turkey."

He grabbed his toothbrush and some mouth wash. I dried off as he brushed his teeth. Suddenly, I dropped to my knees and took hold of his cock.

"I should be the one brushing my teeth," I said. Immediately I took his long black dick in my mouth and started sucking him. I didn't try to say anything for a while, and then I couldn't say anything because I had a mouth full of cum.

But Desmond never stopped talking. Granted most of his words sounded like: "Oh, Jesus," "Oh, God," or finally a long drawn out "fffuuuhhckkk." But he also said other things. Things like, "Tolliver is going to be ecstatic that you're pregnant."

That was something I already knew.

"So will Titus and Walter," he slurred after he came in my mouth.

I swallowed a few times to get his semen down.

"Who?"

"Titus and Walter," he repeated. "You'll meet them tonight."

"And why will they be glad that I'm already pregnant?" 

"They're coming over to see you tonight," he replied. "It's very important."

"Why is it important?"

"You'll have to trust us," Des replied. "It just is."

I was chagrined. "That's not a very good answer."

"Well, it's the only one you're going to get for the moment. In the bedroom with you," he demanded. "This isn't over yet."

No it wasn't. No matter how many times I brought up Titus and Walter, Des would dodge the question. For a few seconds I thought about dodging Desmond's dick, but I couldn't...or rather I wouldn't. I remembered how wonderful it was going through the motions of getting pregnant, and I certainly enjoyed repeating the process.

Later that day, after I took both the babies over to Des's mother's place, I started to walk into the dining room downstairs. But I stopped when I overheard new voices speaking.

"I can't get over her, mate," a voice said. "She's so fuckin' sexy for her age."

Hey! I thought. What do you mean for my age!

"Yeah," the other said. "She's perfect."

"How did you meet her again?"

"Des did all the work," R.J. answered. "Once Thea got a taste of black cock, she stuck with it as much as it stuck with her."

They laughed. "Shit!"

"Seriously," R.J. continued. "She loves having both of us around. Hell, she even has cock on the side which she thinks we don't know about."

Damn! They know?

"As long as the baby belongs to one of us, it's okay," Des replied.

I blushed. I knew right there and then that I'd have four cocks that Friday night. And since there were four men involved, I knew that each man would feel the age old yearn to perform more than once. Such a male competition goes back to the primal urge of all males involved in the mating.

The fact that there's only one female involved meant that she was the ultimate prize for the night.

I was never one for the sandwiching of bodies, although I'll be the first to admit I wasn't really used to it. It's just that Des and R.J. enjoyed having one sucked at one end while the other indulged in a little pussy action at the other.

These two men were different--very different! I had my very first triple penetration. We started with me sitting on Walter's dick and letting Titus feed his cock slowly into my ass, while Des stood in front of me. Since he was there anyway, I sucked him off. Later, when I got a mouth full of Des's cum, R.J. took his place.

That night I had Des, R.J., Titus, and Walter in my mouth, in my ass, and in my pussy. Once Titus spewed semen all over my tits, as Des and Walter carefully balanced my body so that Des pushed into my ass from underneath, while Walter took me from the top forcing his way into my pussy.

I thought I would loose my balance and fall, but they kept me perfectly balanced and as both dicks moved inside of me, I learned the sensational excitement of having two penetrations at once. Well, three actually, if you include the oral.

I was a mess by the time things ended [it had to be three or four hours of non-stop fucking]. I had sperm in my hair and on my face and ears, and my loins were bright red from the constant chafing. I don't think I could take another dick inside me for two weeks.

But it didn't matter. For the moment, they were all worn out too. There was only one problem.

"So you're gonna have another baby at forty," Titus murmured. 

I nodded. "It certainly looks that way."

"Too bad it couldn't have been mine," he replied with a big smile. "Maybe next time."

Oh, my God! Not another one!

*

Part Four: The Conversation. 

Nude, I got out of bed, revelling in the fact that the dark-skinned, strongly built naked young man next to me still admired my body. Happily, Tolliver still saw curves and feminine sensuality where I saw sags and wrinkles.

I tried to ignore the imploring look in his eyes, as I wiped myself down. As usual, he'd dumped a thick load of semen into the inner folds of my cunt. I sighed and wiped myself as well as I could. But cum kept oozing out of my pussy with each new wipe.

I looked at the clock. "Damn, it's time."

Dressing quickly with ease born of long practice in the hurriedness of the morning, I readied myself for work. How many times had we made love when one or the other man had come home, only to have me rush off to the bank in the morning?

He rolled over quickly, reaching for me, as I sat cross legged, one stocking half drawn on. But, friskily, I skipped up and out of reach. Laughing, I sat down on the far side of the bed to finish dressing.

He lay and watched me with a concentration I'd noticed before--even when supposedly satiated with sex, most men were never quite satisfied. Especially young, black men. As soon as I began the process of dressing, he acted as if the mystery was there again--just waiting to be revealed.

"Will you come home at noon?" R.J. asked.

"I don't have time at noon," I said. "Besides, you'll be asleep."

"I'd wake up for you."

I reached over and touched his thigh right next to his semi-inflated dick. "Don't I know it."

"I-I'm sorry about what Des did with Titus and Walter," he murmured. "At least he waited a little while. We needed to be sure of your pregnancy first."

"I thought you were the man who was comfortable with all this communal sharing," I replied with a grin.

The conversation paused while I continued to dress.

"I talked to Des about Shaleen," he said. "He's not as keen about sharing her as he is about sharing you."

I stopped. "What?"

"I don't know exactly why we did it, but I'm not so keen on sharing you, either."

"Y-you're not?" I looked him straight in his warm brown eyes. "But, R.J., I don't quite know how to say this--I-I don't mind."

"You don't mind?"

I smiled and brought my face in very close to his. "For thirteen years I had the dutiful wife's sex life made up of celebrating birthdays, anniversaries, and an occasional drunken weekend with sex," I began. "Then, for over five years, I had no sex life at all. Now, as a forty year old broad, I am enjoying the absolute best sex of my life--unprotected, by the way, and I wouldn't give it up for anything."

"Really?"

"And best of all, I'm going to give Darcie and Kane Michael another baby brother or sister to play with," I told him quietly. "Sure, this pregnancy will take a lot out of an old broad like me, but right now I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world." 

Again there was a pause. 

I grinned. "R.J., I'm just a slut for black cock. It's buried deep in my nature. Titus and Walter are welcome back again. I may still have a boy or two on the side--who knows? And Des is Des. I suspect that when Shaleen gets out of prison, she'll slide into the same sort of lifestyle, too."

"In spite of Des's objections?"

"She is her mother's daughter," I said. "And she certainly has a mind of her own. But don't upset Des with all this now."

I finished by putting my shoes back on. "Be awake by five-thirty this afternoon and we can try this again."

"But the kids will be awake," he sighed.

"Then we'll just have to take our pleasure where we can find it," I said, kissing him again. "Be creative."

"I have been creative," he replied. "It's my baby, you know."

I kissed him again, a bit slower, a bit sweeter. "I know she is."

"She?"

I nodded. "Mm-hmm. You'll just have to take my word for it."

"That does it," he said. "Five-thirty fuck! It's a date."

I smiled. "Yes, it is." 



Twenty-One Percent



Disclaimer:

"This is a work of fan fiction using the setting and concepts of the world of the RPG "Rifts," which is trademarked by Palladium Books.

This work does not utilize any specific characters created by Palladium Books, and this work has no influence or affect on the official setting of the Rifts RPG (or any other work by Palladium Books).

I am not profiting financially through this work, and I have no claims on any setting material or concepts that were created by Palladium Books.

I would like to extend my thanks to Kevin Siembieda and the rest of the Palladium gang, for creating wonderful settings that have given several of my friends decades of enjoyment.



Author's Note:

While there is explicit sex described in this story, many readers may find it more tragic than arousing. 

I wrote this piece at the request of a friend who regularly plays the table-top RPG "Rifts," and asked that I create a story about a full conversion cyborg. After reviewing the nature of cyborgs in that setting, this is the story that came to me. It is a story that is more about the price of power than it is a story of power itself.





      Twenty-One Percent

       By Richard Bacula





Miguel looked at the whore in front of him. The whore looked back at him. Or rather, she looked up at him, and up. The whore was maybe five foot four, and Miguel's metallic body stood nearly twice her height.

"Well," Her eyes were wide, and she seemed nervous. "Let's see it."

Miguel didn't know what she was talking about at first. See what? Then it clicked. He'd paid the credits for this room and for her services, so she assumed that he had come... equipped... for a normal business transaction.

"I don't have one." His voice was flat, factual. He'd lost his penis almost two years ago, during an accident in the clay pits where he'd been forced to work. A pallet of bricks hadn't been secured properly, and it had tumbled off the truck, crushing Miguel's body. He had been a good slave, though, and the King himself had given him a commendation just a month before the accident. Miguel had worked a 24 hour shift with his shovel, without complaint, when other workers around him were dropping like flies. He had had a good body, young and strong, with an incredible endurance. Miguel missed that body.

The new body, the body that the whore was staring at, the body that the king rewarded him with after the accident, was much stronger, with infinite endurance. Miguel's artificial muscles were more powerful than his organic body had ever been, and he never grew tired in the ways that normal humans tired, not physically. But mentally... mentally, he was always tired.

Working in the clay pits was hard work, wading through weighted filth that clung to his body like a second skin, only it kept accumulating, until it was a third skin, and a forth. The clay would stick to the workers, weighing them down. The could scrap the clay off from time to time, but there was always more. 

More than the weight, the numbness had always bothered Miguel. He couldn't feel things properly through the layer of clay and grime. He couldn't quite touch things. He couldn't touch his shovel, for example. Oh, he could move it about, work with it, but he wasn't really touching it. He was touching a layer of clay on his hands that was touching a layer of clay on the shovel. He couldn't feel the wood of the handle- all he could feel was the clay. 

Life as a slave had been rough and brutal, but at the end of each day (on the days that did in fact end), the workers could shower, could spend time scrubbing themselves off under cold water, scouring the clay from their flesh. It was these times that kept Miguel going, that kept him human. It was those times that kept Miguel sane, because he could feel again. He could feel the water running over him, feel the course fabric of the sheets on his cot, feel the pillow underneath his head as he passed into blessed unconsciousness each night.

Things had changed. Miguel was no longer a slave, and he no longer worked in the clay pits. On the other hand, he was still a kind of slave, a slave to his new body. In a way, he was still in those clay pits, too. While science had worked many miracles, had invented new limbs and organs to keep a person alive as a borg, had even invented ceramic and metal bodies that were almost godlike in comparison to a normal human body, science was not infinite. Science could not fully replicate the most valuable of human sense, the sense that everybody used and everybody took for granted- the human sense of touch.

The best that science could achieve was 55% the normal range of sensation where touch was concerned, and Miguel suspected that he was toward the bottom on the scale, around 35%. He could see his bionic hands, he had watched those hands pass his credit cards to the madame upstairs. Feeling those cards in his hands, that was another matter. It was like they weren't really there. He couldn't really feel them. It was like he was wearing oven mitts that he could never take off, and the mitts covered his entire body. It was like wearing a layer of clay that he could never scrub himself clean from.

"Okay," The whore was saying to him. "So... how are we going to do this? If you don't have one..."

Her voice trailed off as she stared up at the glowing circles of Miguel's new, "improved" eyes, eyes that would let him see clearly in the dark of night, but which could never, ever act as windows to his soul.

In answer, Miguel removed his faceplate, the ceramic covering that protected his face during combat. Or rather, his "face," the immobile mask of metal that served as his countenance. He set the faceplate on the table, trying not to look at the whore as she stared at the steely skull that his head had become. Miguel stuck his tongue out at the whore.

That was it. That was the only part of Miguel that belonged to his original body that he had not only kept, but that could still interact with the world around him. He had his original brain, safe behind that steely skull. He had his heart too, and his throat, and a few other internal organs. Only internal though, except for his tongue.

"I want to taste you," Miguel explained. "I need to taste a woman again."

He had been young and strong. He had also been handsome, attractive. He'd had many lovers, young and beautiful, and their bodies had rolled together countless times in naked bliss. All before the accident, before his reconstruction. He had loved women, almost worshipped them. Now, they were scared of him as a rule, and even with the exceptions, he could take no direct pleasure from them. But he could still give some.

"Oh." The whore almost blushed, realizing that he was paying her just for the privilege of going down on her, for the chance to stick that oversized metal head between her legs, and to run his tongue over and inside the treasures that lay between them. "Well, okay. We can do that!"

She move back to the bed, laying down, starting to pull up her skirt.

"Not yet." Miguel told her. "Wait a bit. What is your name?"

She sat back up, straightened her skirt. "Maria."

"Maria," the name rolled off of his tongue. "Maria. That is a beautiful name. Maria, stand up. That's good. Let me kiss you."

Maria shied away from him. "That's an extra 50 Credits."

"They have my cards downstairs. They can charge me." Miguel had plenty of money for now. When the army from the neighboring kingdom had attacked the borders, Miguel had been upgraded, geared to fight. He had been sent to the front lines. After a disastrous battle, Miguel had once again been the only man standing, just as he had been the only slave standing after that 24 hour work shift. Only this time, the guards were dead too. There was nobody to keep him a slave. Miguel deserted. Miguel ran, as far and as fast as he could, until he was beyond the reach of his own kingdom or its invading neighbor. He had looted the dead around him, taken credits and weapons and gear, and was by some accounts a wealthy man. Or a wealthy machine. Once he stopped running, though, he had no idea what to do next, and he had found his way here, to the brothel. 

He sat down on a wide, sturdy wooden bench. Paying extra for the dungeon room had been a good idea. Furniture made for torture was furniture made for his body. He wouldn't accidentally break anything here, crush it with his weight or his insensitive hands. He patted his knee. "Come over here."

Maria approached hesitantly, then climbed up onto his lap, straddling his thigh, her legs spreading over his thick, metal limb. He leaned his head down, and she turned her head up to meet him. They kissed.

Maria had to take the lead. Miguel's lips wouldn't really purse, but his mouth was opened partway, and she pressed her lips to his facsimile of lips, gently. He could not feel it. Then she slipped her tongue into his mouth, and he could feel that, could feel her tongue with the only flesh that he had left. He could taste her. 

Her saliva had a neutral, clinical taste, almost antiseptic and sterile. She had probably brushed her teeth, and rinsed her mouth, since her last client. Miguel was glad for that. Behind that taste, there was a slight tang of lipstick, from his tongue brushing over her made-up lips as they kissed. Beneath that, she simply tasted of woman, that sweet, indefinable flavor of a woman's warm mouth. Miguel had sensors implanted in his head to help him identify what was in his mouth, molecular analyzers in his lungs, but even they could not begin to describe that flavor to him. He had missed it.

Miguel and Maria kissed for a while. She was surprised at his tenderness, and at his skill considering the inhuman head that he was working with. She closed her eyes, pretended that he was human and handsome. So did he.

They kissed for a while, until Miguel's internal chronometer let him know that almost one third of their time had passed. He came out of his daze, out of his fantasy of being human again, back to the clay.

"Okay, now." He let her know. "Stand up first. Let me undress you."

She did.

It went poorly. His large, clumsy hands managed to slowly pull the clothing from her, but he accidentally tore them in places. He told her to charge it to his cards. 

Once, he had loved this part best. Well, almost best. Maybe third or fourth, or sixth, but he had loved it. Undressing a woman was like unwrapping a present, and he liked doing it slowly, relishing every reveal of a woman's sacred curves. He had loved seeing the woman's shoulders or collarbone as he had pulled her shirt up, in some cases down, to reveal her torso. Breasts were beautiful, but everybody knows that. Everybody loves the breasts, but not everybody really appreciates the beautiful symmetry of a woman's shoulders, the artwork of the bones and flesh right above the chest.

He could still see her beauty with his new eyes, but it wasn't quite the same. It was like the difference between seeing a woman standing right in front of you, and in seeing the image of a woman, on a video screen in front of you. No, it was not like that- it was that exactly. The circuitry of his eyes was intricate, even amazing, but for all the things that his new eyes could do, they couldn't see the same things the same way his old eyes had. Video beauty was not the same as live beauty.

Maria had to remove her own bra, which she wore for the same reason that she wore clothing, to start with- because clients often preferred it that way. Miguel wasn't the only one who liked to unwrap his presents. He couldn't unwrap all of Maria, though. His huge, fumbling fingers would have torn her clothing more, and might have even hurt her. He was trying to enjoy himself- he did not need the extra frustration of dealing with bra hooks.

Finally, she was standing naked before him, and she was absolutely glorious. Miguel would have wept at the sight, if he could have wept. Gingerly, he reached out, picking her up in his arms. She winced slightly at one point, as his hands closed too tightly on her human body, but he corrected himself, and he held her there. She was small compared to his new body, like a child or a doll.

Miguel lay her down on the bed, her breasts swaying then bouncing as he set her down. "Lie still," he told her.

He leaned down, and he kissed her again, rejoicing in the feel and taste of her mouth on his tongue. Then he moved to her neck, licking each side, taking in the flavor of her flesh. From there, he kept gliding his tongue over her skin, licking each collar bone, stroking each shoulder, then moving on to her breasts.

He could feel his tastebuds sliding over the silken skin of her bosom. There was a mild taste of sweat, and the feel of warmth, and the taste of woman's skin. He moved his only flesh across the mounds of her breasts, licking the soft curves, tasting each nipple, feeling the hard buds of them in his mouth. Her skin was dark, and tan. Her nipples were reddish brown, swollen from his tender ministrations, areolas even darker than the surrounding flesh. 

His eyes were trying to adjust, microcomputers assuming that if he was so close, he must want to see more, so they magnified. Her nipples grew, becoming mountains as his vision sharpened to x4 normal magnification, then x10, then x20. He could see her pores, like moon craters, and he had to consciously override those computers, jerking his vision back to normal.

He reached out with his hands, softly, very softly, caressing her breasts. He had to use his full concentration to touch her without touching too hard, without hurting her. He could feel her, feel her wonderful breasts in his hands, but only sort of. His internal computer was calculating how much pressure he was using, how much resistance was offered by her full, supple flesh, but of actual sensation? There was some, but not much. Like touching through a layer of clay.

In frustration, Miguel moved down, used those massive metal hands to grasp her calves (carefully!), to spread her legs wide. He looked at her, looked at the beauty between her legs, moved his large head down, and down, to where he could reach her. She had no pubic hair- shaving was the local style, it seemed, at least among the whores.

Miguel licked his way down her legs, from her knee to her inner thigh, then repeated the trek on the other side, trying to lose himself in her scent, in her taste. He teased her pubic mound with his tongue, caressed her outer labia, stroking them. His old skills served him well, his talents honed by accumulated hours between the thighs of a wide number of slave girls, and a smaller number of nobles, or merchants' wives, who had sought a dalliance with him. Maria responded, rewarding him with a moan, with subtle movements of her body, her hips. 

Miguel could see her intimate skin flush and start to swell, his internal computers tried to switch to thermal-imaging, helpfully trying to assist him in gauging her heat, but he blocked it. Sensing, analyzing... it was not the same as seeing.

He moved his tongue down, finding her clitoris, stroking the hood, using the tip of his tongue to lift it up, to slide between the hood and the tiny kernel of nerves and flesh that hid underneath it. Maria gasped, trying to move her legs, to stretch them out like a satisfied cat, but Miguel's hands still held her calves fast. He had forgotten he was still holding them. He could barely feel them.

He let Maria go, bringing his hands down, sliding them under her pelvis, holding her off the bed by her buttocks. He squeezed them, gently, computers calculating acceptable pressure. He felt her ass in his hands, kind of.

He slid his tongue between her inner lips, licking them, slipping between them, licking at her entrance. He slid his tongue into her, as far as it would go. Which was actually relatively far- the shape of his new skull allowed his tongue to stick out to obscene lengths if he desired, and right now, he desired. 

He could feel her flesh with his tongue, really, really feel it! He delighted in the sensation of her slippery, tight warmth. He tasted her fluids of arousal, his mind reeling with the memory of former lovers and conquests. Every woman tastes different, but all women have some flavors in common, and the taste and scent of Maria brought other tastes, other scents, flooding back.

Miguel sought refuge there for a while, his mind lost to memories and former joys. He hid his gigantic head between her legs, buried what passed for his face in the valley there. He hid from the pains that he had suffered, from all the things that he could feel, and from all the things that he could not feel.

Maria writhed in his hands, smiling at the unexpected joy that this customer was bringing her. She was fairly new to the trade, but was unfairly jaded. She could tell that Miguel must have been something, back when he had his body. She wished that she could have been with him then, before he was turned into a metal monster, back when he had a real, human body. Miguel wished the same thing.

Miguel carefully moved one hand out from under her. Her body was so small, and his body was so large, that he could hold her up with just his other hand. He lifted his head up. He lapped at her clitoris for a while, slow, teasing strokes, and he carefully brought his hand up, putting the tip of one of his massive fingers at her entrance. His mechanical fingers were large, as thick as any man's erection, and Miguel eased it slowly into her. The fingertips are one of the most sensitive parts of the human body, and Miguel's fingertips were one of the most sensitive parts of his new body. But it was not the same as really being there, not the same as being flesh and blood.

His metal finger slid into her, his human tongue bringing her gliding waves of pleasure. She was tight on his finger, and his internal computers calculated the pressure that her intimate muscles were bringing to bear. He moved his finger into her, and out of her, and in again, her hips rising to meet him, sinking back down into his other hand to help his finger withdraw after each thrust. She rode his finger as he used it to fuck her, using his finger in place of anatomy long lost.

It wasn't the same. It wasn't even the same as it used to be, when he had used his mouth and hands on a woman by choice instead of by necessity. Once, he had reveled in pleasuring women this way. He could feel their warmth with his hands, with his face, as he tasted those women. With Maria, he was cheated. 

Miguel wanted with all his heart to just be able to feel the warmth of her body, but that damned computer inside his head kept telling him what temperature she was. 

He persevered, intent on getting all that he could from this experience, even if it was only 35%. He wanted to bring her pleasure, to bring her to orgasm, and he knew that he could do it. She may have been jaded, may have been a whore, but she was still a woman. She was still far more of a woman than he was a man.

Her cheeks were turning red with passion, her tanned chest was changing to a more pinkish shade of brown. Her body was bucking, fucking his finger back, grinding against his face as he licked her. His finger was as thick as a cock, but it could do something that human cocks could not. Miguel crooked his finger, making a subtle "come here" gesture. Maria went wild as his finger rubbed against a spot of her inner anatomy that she hadn't even known existed. She shrieked, a sudden wave of pleasure rolling through her as she came, as she had the first orgasm of her professional career.

Miguel was unrelenting. He kept licking her, kept moving that finger in and out, kept rubbing that spot inside of her. He wanted to give her enough pleasure to make up for all the pleasure that he could no longer feel. He wanted to never stop this, to never stop licking her, never stop pseudo-feeling her slick body squeezing his finger.




Twenty-One Percent



Maria thrashed as the waves of pleasure kept coming, kept crashing through her. After her first orgasm, she was supercharged, her clitoris oversensitive, her pussy glowing with sensation. After the second orgasm, she had enough, the sensation was too much. She cried out, "Stop! Please, no more!"

After her third orgasm, she resorted to pounding on the side of his metal head with the flat of her hand as hard as she dared, still crying out for Miguel to release her. The ecstasy was unbearable!

Miguel didn't really feel her hitting him, his mind was focused on his task, lost in the pleasure of giving pleasure. He heard it though, heard the clanging sound that the flesh of her palm made when it struck his steel. He relented, releasing her, sliding his finger out of her regretfully. He pulled his mouth away from her, wiping her juices from his face. If he had been at all able to make them, he would have also wiped away tears.

As Maria stretched out on the bed, almost purring like a contented kitten, Miguel returned to the bench and stared at her. His internal chronometer told him that they still had a few minutes left, and he wanted to watch her. So he did. 

As he sat there, he remembered some statistics that he had heard, things that he had overheard that he was not meant to hear, bureaucratic chatter between his owners from back when he was a slave. Some Borgs, those that volunteered for this kind of existence, those who had the best sensors and equipment that money could by, they adjusted to this life fairly successfully. Slave-Borgs, though... only 32% end up fully adjusting to their new body. 21% never adjust, becoming suicidal, attempting to kill themselves over, and over, and over again. Sometimes they even succeeded, when they could find something powerful enough to truly harm them.

Miguel understood why that 21% ended up that way. He had always understood, since the first day of his own transformation. He could barely tolerate living in clay when he was a human, and now, as powerful as his body was, he was less than human. He truly didn't know how long he could live like this. He had come here for a test, to see how much pleasure life could still give him, and it was found wanting. This experience was good, but only good. If this was as good as life got, then the best that he would ever have would still pale in comparison to his life as a human.

Still, there was some hope. He had heard of expensive bio-systems designed to more accurately replicate human limbs, human sensations. They were weak limbs, not even as strong as a fit human's body, but they could touch, they could feel what they touched, and who they touched. If he found a way to make enough money... if he robbed the right place, or worked for the right person, he might be able to get enough money to afford a different body. Nothing as good as he lost, but perhaps better than what he had now. Perhaps better enough to be worth it.



Twenty-one Ways to Train a Slave



"Twenty-one ways to Train a College Slave: A Manifesto and Lesson Plan"

This is a follow up to my previous posting, "Breaking Cathy." Please read that first, if possible. 

Originally shared with my friend dee, this is my "Manifesto" about my loving domination of willing women. It contains 21 examples of games I played with the slaves I trained in college. 

This is just one man's experience, drawn from a decade of play with women who want to be controlled, who love to take on the role of the submissive, and who want to learn to best serve their affectionate but strict Master. 

Enjoy! Comment! I love to hear from readers.

This begins as a response to dee asking me what types of things I would ask my subs to do back when I was training them when we were college students:

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dee, it's been fun remembering cathy, her friends, and other girls from those days when I started training. 

Before I began training them, I always talked to girls about what I wanted and expected from them. 

I always told them they were free to leave. They always knew what they were getting into. And I didn't touch them til their second visit, unless, like cathy, they aggressively initiated the contact. 

Before we began, I always told cathy, her friends, and other girls the truth: that I love women very much, and that I love erotic play very much. 

I said that I liked to play certain types of sex games with willing girls. I told them that I liked to teach women how to play these sex games. 

If they would like to try playing with me, that was great. If not, that's great too, and I'll see you around campus. Bye. 

No one ever said "no" initially. 

If they were still interested, I told them more. 

I told them they always had to address me as Sir or Master. They could never use my name. I told them that this was so they learned that she and I were not in an equal relationship. I would be like their "boss," only with much more power over them than any boss had ever had. I would be their Master, and they were to be my slave. I would possess them completely, in all aspects. I would possess their bodies. And, equally importantly, I would possess their minds.

They had to do everything I asked them. They had to do it without hesitation and with maximum respect toward me. That was a very, very important rule.

I always emphasized that I respected them. I explained to them what I explained to you when we first started communicating: I love women. I am not out to abuse them, hurt them, humiliate them, or damage them physically or psychologically. If that's what a girl wants, she should leave immediately. 

My purpose is to have a huge amount of fun, in a certain kind of relationship in which the power is unequal. I am the completely powerful teacher, and they are the completely submissive student. I want maximum sexual pleasure for both of us. 

Ultimately, her pleasure is as important as mine.

I repeated this often to the girls, dee. I told them that I loved being with women, that I had very many friends who were girls, that I do not want to injure or abuse women like some men do. 

Some guys seem to have some kind of grievance against an ex-girlfriend or their mother, so they go hurt women or prostitutes as revenge. 

I am not that kind of guy. I was simply there to enter a relationship in which they will be submissive to me and my desires, and cede control of themselves (especially sexually) to me. If they don't enjoy it a great deal, they were always free to exit. 

After explaining this, I asked them to leave and go think about it. If they decided to go ahead with our playtime, well, they should come back as soon as they'd like. 

They all came back, dee. 

One girl said that she knew right away that she wanted to go ahead with it, but she wanted to wait 24 hours so she didn't seem overly eager. 

She told me that she was so aroused that she masturbated six times during that 24 hours. When she woke up. When she went to bed. Before class. After class. Before basketball practice. After basketball practice. She was a girl who had to be taught to control her impulses. But oh so much fun to train, dee.

Usually, depending on what time of day it was or how busy I was with sports or work or other activities, I would tell them that if they decided to come back, they should return wearing no underwear. They should enjoy that feeling of being in public, walking to my dorm very slowly, knowing that guys (and girls) were watching them and noticing. That would let them know that I was serious and give them a quick reality check about what they were getting into.

I always praised these girls, dee. Even cathy, who was spoiled, self-indulgent, and completely undisciplined, had positive features. I was sure to compliment her often about her dazzling face and yummy body, her sexy laugh, the cute dimples in her ass, the way she shook when I took her from behind, her sweet love of her grandma and baby polar bears, the nice goosebumps that surfaced on her shoulders and back when she was spanked, and the way her nipples turned so hard and so bright pink when she came. And of course, I praised her obedience as she became tamer. 

Some of my other slaves were easier to praise. They were often smart, sexy, funny, clever, 

compassionate, talented women. I was fortunate. 

My college had many truly remarkable women. I told them that they were wonderful in many ways, and I told them in great detail why that was true, and I urged them never to forget all their positive features. In every single case, they became more confident and self-assured after my training. This was true partly because they viewed themselves more positively after hearing my praise. And partly they became mentally and often physically stronger, having tested their limits and come to understand their own minds and preferences and desire much more than they had.

Once we began playing, I also praised them for their exquisite faces, bodies, and voices, their physical beauty, their hungry mouths, their eagerness to serve and their growing skill at doing so, their superb discipline, and their complete—even fanatical—devotion to being my sexual property. 

I was demanding. Some dominant guys just ask their women to get them off whenever they want it. That's fine, if that's what they want, but dull and not my thing. "Give me head when I get home." Then they watch TV, have a snack, and fall asleep on the couch. What's the point?

I want full control of their beautiful minds. I am, therefore, very demanding. In every email I send you, dee, I ask you do things for me. When you do fulfill my demands, it is great. You are a natural, very skilled, and sexy and beautiful in almost infinite ways. You have become much more in touch with your desires, your fantasies, and your talents, and you have learned so much. I know you understand what I mean. 

Were you truly my slave, however, such demands would never stop. And if they were not fulfilled, punishment would result, so that you could improve. I hinted at this process early in our correspondence, so refer to that if you wish to remind yourself of examples of what I do when necessary. I remember, for example, tearing open your pretty new blouse as your head hung over the desk in my office and fucking the insolence from your lovely, still innocent mouth. 

You asked earlier about the types of perverse things I would do to these girls. You asked me what I have demanded my slaves like cathy, terry, and lonnie to do. Here are some examples. Some of them I've asked you to do, and you've done them very well. (You are, as you know, extremely sexy. I say it often but I like to tell you and it is absolutely true. I hope you enjoy knowing that.) 

So here are 21 games I have played with my willing playmates, cathy and her friends, and others at my college (and afterwards, to the present day). Some are relatively tame. Some are perverse by any standard. Each has a lesson attached to it. These are lessons that a woman must learn as I bring her along the road toward becoming a slave.

I will write all this in the second person "you," because it seems most appropriate. They are in no particular order. I wonder which ones you (and all my readers) would enjoy most... Pick a number...

1. During class, write me a note describing what you loved most about our last sexual encounter. Be sure the guy next to you can see you writing it. Glance over at him once or twice so he knows you know he's watching.

Your Lesson: You are to think about, and feel, sexual desire all the time, and those around you should understand that you are a deeply sexual being. This game teaches you to be unashamed of that simple fact.

2. After classes are done for the day, go into the classroom where your favorite professor teaches. Aware that someone could walk by, stand at the podium or sit in his chair. Masturbate til climax. Record the experience on a sound recorder. Come to my room and tell me about the experience as we listen to it together. 

Your Lesson: Your sexual desire should extend into the classroom, and your fantasies should include your teachers and other authority figures. You must learn to embrace the way you are sexually attracted to powerful men. I love the sounds you make when you masturbate; you must always share them with me.

3. Sit in the corner for one hour and look at me with your mouth open while I study. Do not close your mouth, no matter what. You may drool. Your mouth will get dry. Do not close your mouth, no matter what, until I give you permission

Your Lesson: You will obey all my commands without question, whether you understand them or not. I will strengthen you mentally and physically.

4. Go to the store with no bra on, wearing just a tshirt. Buy some honey. Go to a private place and spread the honey on your breasts. Put your shirt back on. Come to my room and I will lick the honey from your tits. Cover the head of my cock and the shaft with honey. Lick it clean, slowly. 

Your Lesson: You are my sweet snack to be enjoyed whenever I wish, as this game shows you; sometimes I will let you taste my sweetness as well.

5. Stand in front of me, nude, while I read in my chair. Finger yourself. Take your time. Bring yourself to the verge of climax, but don't cum until I tell you to, until I finish my reading. If you climax before I tell you, you will be punished. When I nod, orgasm for me while standing and with your eyes on my eyes. Don't fall down or brace yourself with your hands as you orgasm, and don't take your eyes off me. This will be very difficult.

Your Lesson: Your sexual pleasure is totally dependent on me. You will get pleasure from performing for me, but release comes only when I allow it. This will strengthen you.

6. While on your knees, use your mouth on me til I cum. Do not swallow it. Allow the cum to escape from your mouth onto your chin and chest. Lick up any that dripped on the floor or the bed or on me. Without cleaning up yourself at all, get dressed. Go to practice. Think about my cum. Be aware that it could be visible to your teammates/choirmates/etc on your chin or lips or the corners of your mouth. Be aware of the cum flavor in your mouth. You will learn to love that taste. Tell me about the experience afterwards in detail as I go down on you.

Your Lesson: I own you, and therefore I frequently mark you as mine. This game teaches you that everyone, and especially you, should know that your mouth and, indeed, your entire body and your entire mind are my property. No form of giving me pleasure is off limits for you.

7. Stand in front of me and tell me about your first sexual experience while I put my hand inside your panties and slowly finger you and kiss your breasts. Take your time. What was his name? What was most exciting about it? I ask you for details as you become more and more aroused. You share them all with me. When you've told me everything, I bring you to climax.

Your Lesson: All of your sexual experiences are to be shared with me, without shame. Reliving them should be enormously pleasurable.

8. Tell me about your hottest sexual experience before you met me while I finger you. What was his name? Talk about your sexual desire as you lick my fingers, and I finger you more. 

Your Lesson: Your pleasure is critically important. Being aware of what has given you sexual pleasure in the past is important for both of us. I will give you more physical pleasure than you've ever experienced in your life. 

9. Tell me about your favorite, and your dirtiest, sex fantasies while you straddle my face as I lie back on the bed. All your sentences should begin "I want...." Grind hard on my face, and on my fingers, as you get more excited. Orgasm, more than once, as you ride my face and share every fantasy you can. This could take minutes or it could take hours. We will finish only when you are absolutely physically exhausted.

Your Lesson: I must know all your sexual fantasies. You must learn to tell me (and yourself) exactly what you want. This game exposes me to the darkest recesses of your mind. This intimacy is to be rewarded generously. You should learn to associate your desire (what you want) with great pleasure. You must learn to speak clearly about desire and fantasy while you are very aroused.

10. On your hands and knees in front of me, bring your hand between your legs and rub your clit while I gently wiggle the tip of my finger in your ass. Push backwards. Tell me why you like feeling like a slut. Take my cock into your mouth. Look up at me and tell me why you think you like to be treated like a whore. Climax with my cock in your mouth, my finger inside your ass, and your fingers in your pussy. Repeat until exhausted. 

Your Lesson: There is no shame in wishing to be taught to be a slut, as we do in this game. You must know your own sexual desires and your need to be submissive, and you must embrace them completely. You can give pleasure and receive pleasure with every part of your body.

11. You misbehave. I spank my slave, and hard. When I have finished, I tell you to get the lotion. Lie back over my lap. I'll rub the lotion into your red, smarting cheeks to sooth them. I praise your back, hair, and ass. I remind you that I know that you're really a good girl and that you'll do better next time. Your ass still hurting, you lie on your stomach, red ass in the air, masturbating for me until climax as I praise my mischievous slave. The sting still sizzles on the cheeks of your ass. 

Your Lesson: This game helps you learn to mix sexual pleasure with pain, and to enjoy them simultaneously. This is a major milestone for you, cumming with the sharp, sexy sting of my hand still coursing through you.

12. Dress in your prettiest and most formal dress. Wear your most expensive jewelry. Put your makeup on thick. Get on your knees in front of me. Tell me why you love being my slut in between my very deep penetrations of your mouth. In raw language, thank me for making you my whore. Feel the mascara run as you tear up, gasp, and gag. After I cum on the front of your dress and your heels, take the dress off, get on your knees in front of me, and lick the sperm from the front of your dress and your shoes while looking me in the eye. Repeat to me that you are your Master's cumslut as you clean. Don't miss a spot or I will have to spank you. Put the dress back on. Go to class. Enjoy the stares.

Your Lesson: Even when you dress like a high-class lady, you are still my slut, my sex slave.

13. Drink your favorite alcohol in my room to calm your nerves. Go to the girls' locker room. Secretly take pictures of undressing girls you think I'd like. Be careful. Come back to my room. As I look at the pics on your camera, lick my cock and balls from your knees. Lick behind my balls, on that sensitive area. As you lick me, tell me about your experience in the locker room. Tell me what you love most about a girl's body. Tell me in detail about the hottest girls you know, about three girls whose bodies you would love to explore, about girls who you want to use you, and which ones you'd like to dominate. Tell me their names. I tell you what I would do to them, and how you would help. 

Your Lesson: You must share and develop your sexual attraction to women. This very intense game helps you do that.

14. Sometimes you misbehave or hesitate when you should obey instantly. Sometimes when you do this, I angrily order you to go back to your room to change clothes. Come back to my room when you have put on a crummy old t-shirt, old shorts, and old bra and panties. Do this very quickly and get back to my room. You can see from my eyes that I am angry. I tell you that you have been a very bad girl. Angrily, I tie you to my bed tightly with four old neckties and I blindfold you with a bandana. I whisper in your ear, "Don't move so you don't get hurt. Do....not....fucking.....move." You lie motionless, unseeing, and feel cold steel next to your wrists, your breasts, your belly, your neck, your inner thighs. I tell you to lick the cold hard blade. You hear the sound of scissors snipping through material, exposing the misbehaving body that I own. You can see nothing. I cut off your t shirt. I clip your bra straps. I cut through the crotch of your panties, slowly, carefully. "Do...not...move....you ....little.....slut." All the while I whisper threats in your ear. I express my dissatisfaction with my misbehaving little whore prisoner. Ultimately you are completely naked, spread-eagled on the bed. I violate you very roughly in many ways. 

Your Lesson: Fear is erotic. Sometimes cold and unyielding is sexier than warm and soft. You must learn to lose control over your movements and embrace your fear. You learn not to struggle—to control yourself when you have no control. You learn that the distance between pure fear and physical ecstasy—between terror and great pleasure—is razor thin. Afterwards, I praise and pamper you, for this is a frightening and difficult lesson.

15. Strip. Lie back on my bed and open your legs wide. Call your mother. Don't let on that I'm licking and fingering you as you talk. 

Your Lesson: Even in the confines of your family, you are your Master's slut. This game shows you that when you are my sexual slave, that is your most important identity. 

16. Strip. Get on your knees in front of me as I stand watching you. Call your mom. Don't let on that you are dribbling spit on my balls and cleaning them off as you talk. Don't let on that I have your hair in my fist, directing your tongue all over my balls, and behind my balls. Don't moan! Swallow when I orgasm in your mouth.

Your Lesson: Your Master's needs are more important than anything in your life. You are owned by Me now and I will take what I want, whenever I want it.

17. Just before your girlfriend comes to visit you from another college, I will lick and finger you, enjoying your juices. With my fingers and my mouth, I will paint your lips and cheeks with your juices, so that when you kiss your friend on the cheek "hello," she will taste the flavor of your pussy without knowing it. Your sex will remain on her pretty face all day. 

Your Lesson: Under my guidance, all your relationships will become sexualized. Nothing and no one is off limits. 

18. Grab a cup of ice cream at the student center before you come to my room. As soon as you walk in the door, I throw you on your back on the bed, with your head hanging over the side. I fuck your mouth impatiently. Grab the ice cream. On the brink of orgasm, I pull out of your mouth and spray my topping on your ice cream. Eat it all while I watch.

Your Lesson: Everything you do, including everything you put in your mouth, should remind you that I own you. This game makes you learn to feel greatly honored that I would reward you with my cum—in you, on you, and as a topping on your food.




Twenty-one Ways to Train a Slave



19. Strip naked. Put on this pink, flowery dog collar. Hold still while I attach this pink leash. Lie at my feet while I read. Don't talk, for you are no longer human. Roll over on your back while I rub your tummy and chest playfully. Growl and yip like a puppy. Lick my hand, all my fingers, slowly. Lick my face slowly, puppy. Lick my feet to prove your obedience, my good pup. Kiss, scratch, and bite my ass like a playful doggy. Lick my balls, now. You react too slowly. Bad girl, I have to swat your bottom. Without words, sit and beg to eat my cock like a hungry bitch. What do you want, doggy? Silently show me what you want. Pose like a puppy, on all fours. I pull your head back with the leash, not too hard, making you arch your back. I fuck you like a dog for a long time, slapping the rump of my bad puppy. 

Your Lesson: You are my household pet who I am training. Sometimes, I declare that you have lost the free will that humans have. I will treat you like an animal when I wish. Embrace it. Learn from it.

20. While I rub you, I tell you to lick and suck on your nipples. Bite them softly. If you can't reach, then pinch them. Now slap yourself between the legs. I teach you to do it a little harder each time.

Your Lesson: You must learn to mix pain and self-abuse into your self-pleasure under my watchful eye. You must learn to cum with teeth on your nipples and the sting of your own hand.

21. Masturbate for me, as you overcome your shyness about being watched. Some things for you to do: Take a dildo and squeeze it between your tits. Slap your nipples with the toy. Spit on it. Fuck your pussy very deep with it. I am watching you, my sweet, shy slut. Clean the toy off with your tongue and mouth. Now push it into your mouth—in and out. I am watching. I am listening and love your moans of pleasure and the other sweet sex sounds you make when you masturbate. When you hesitate I lightly slap your pretty face, the toy still in your mouth. 

Your Lesson: I love to see you bring yourself pleasure with your toys, without hesitation. Masturbation is a gift. Enjoy it fully and completely. Your face is so very beautiful when you approach—and reach—orgasm. So are all the sounds that you and your body make.

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Dear readers, I hope you have enjoyed my manifesto and my games. Maybe you'll even try some of them... 

And thank you, sexy dee, for letting me share my letter to you.

I want to remind everyone that everything I have described is purely voluntary and consensual. I never keep women inside a master-slave relationship against their will. The bottom line is "maximum pleasure for both of us." Any time it becomes not fun, it ends. 

Happily, it's nearly always fantastic fun for her and for me.

Any questions? Comments? Want to hear more? I always enjoy feedback.

Professor Jim 



Twenty-One Year Old Virgin



It was getting late on Saturday night and I had struck out at all my usual haunts. This being my senior year I was looking to get as much pussy as possible before I joined the real-world of nine to five boredom of corporate America. I decided to stop in at the Tin Palace and have one more beer and try to find someone to bust a nut with.

The Tin Palace is rarely visited by Greeks or jock because the campus rent-a-cops frequent the place and that scares the girls with fake IDs away. Tonight was no different. I looked around and saw some of the girls I recognized from class, all with their boyfriends. Then I noticed Bridgette, she had a boyfriend but I knew if she was here Cheryl would likely be here somewhere. Cheryl was an enigma. Several of my friends had talked about getting sucked off by her and even getting her naked. She was no prude but no one had ever claimed to fuck her. A twenty-one year old virgin? Was is possible?

As I looked around, I finally saw her sitting at the far side of the bar alone, sipping from a tall glass. Her shoulder length blonde hair framed her girl next door face nicely. The white blouse she was wearing was unbuttoned to reveal enough cleavage to make any man with a pulse take a second look. I had seen her around campus and knew she had a nice set of what I guessed were C cups.

I walked around the bar and saw she was wearing a mid-thigh length pleated white skirt that showed off her great toned calves and pale thighs. The bar was fairly busy but three seats were open near her, I guessed two were for Bridgette and her boyfriend. I hope the third was not occupied.

"Is this seat free, Cheryl?"

"Yes, how do you know my name?"

"We had class together last year; Dr. Morgan's poetry class."

"Aren't you the captain of the wrestling team?"

"Yes, don't tell me you are a wrestling fan?"

"No" she admitted as I sat next to her "but I've seen your picture in the campus newspaper. We don't get many state champions at this place. It's David right?"

Trying to be modest I replied, "This year the 190 pound weight class was weak this year. I got lucky at finals. Oh and it's Daniel, not David."

I ordered a beer and asked Cheryl if she wanted another.

"I don't know. I've had two Long Islands already, I don't think so."

"Don't make me drink alone, just one more." She nodded her acceptance. The drinks were delivered as Bridgette and her boyfriend, Steve, returned from the dance floor. Cheryl made introductions and we made small talk for a couple minutes. Cheryl continued to sip her drink until a song came on that she liked. Without asking she grabbed my hand and pulled to the dance floor.

The more we danced the more daring I got with my hands. Starting with light touches of the hand, then holding her by the hips and finally grinding her ass with my crotch on the last fast song. A slow song came on and we danced close. She put her head on my chest as we danced, I could smell her sweet shampoo and a slight scent of perfume. As we danced I rubbed her back while she ran her fingers through my short brown hair. I could feel her firm breasts against my chest and was hoping I'd have the chance to see them hanging free tonight. As the song ended, I gave her a soft sweet kiss on the lips.

We returned to our chairs. Cheryl took a large sip from her drink and I finished my beer and ordered another. Steve ordered a round of Tequila shots. Cheryl and Bridgette didn't want to do the shots but we talked them into doing "just one."

"That wasn't so bad." I said to the girls.

Cheryl had a sour look on her face and took another large sip of her drink, "I hate doing shots!"

Noticing her drink was almost empty, I indicated to the bar tender to give her a refill. When the drink came, Cheryl said, "I can't have another."

"It's already poured and paid for. You can't leave alcohol on the bar."

"Well just this last one. NO MORE." I nodded agreement, but could see the alcohol was having an effect on her already.

We chatted more and I put my hand on her knee. Her skin was soft and warm under my hand. Bridgette and Steve got up to leave.

"Where are you going?" said Cheryl.

"It's late; we have to go to Steve's mom's house tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow night."

"I just got a fresh drink, you can't leave."

"I'm sure Daniel will take care of you," replied Steve.

Cheryl and I went out on the dance floor again and continued the touching, teasing actions of the previous dances. Following one dance, I held her head in my hands and gave her a deep passionate kiss; my tongue gently exploring the warmth of her mouth. I could taste a slight wisp of her strawberry lip balm as our tongues intertwined and she pressed tight against me. She broke the kiss and walked back to the bar stools.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, it was just getting a little hot on the dance floor." She drained half of her drink and turned to face me, I could see anticipation and lust in her eyes. I leaned in to kiss her again she responded with a passionate hot kiss. I placed my hand on her inner thigh and slowly moved it up between her legs, to my surprise she spread her legs slightly, giving my hand free reign to wander fully under her skirt. As I gently touched her panties her tongue grew more aggressive in my mouth. Again she broke the kiss and this time drained her drink.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

"Yes, my apartment is a short walk from here," she replied.

We went hand in hand, stopping occasionally for a kiss as we walked to her apartment. Once in her apartment, she immediately led me to her bedroom. The room was decorated with several posters of popular bands and a couple of pictures of family. There was a dresser, night table, chair and double-sized bed in the room. What I would consider a typical college apartment.

I lay down on her bed. She turned the main light off and turned the light on the end table on leaving the room dimly lit. She seemed a little hesitant but eventually laid next to me. I kissed her and let my hands explore her neck, face and back. Cheryl moaned softly as I touched certain spots on her neck and when I ran my finger through her soft blonde hair. I kissed her neck on the same spots that were aroused by my touch. Her head moved, giving me full access to her neck and I gently kissed and sucked the erotic spots of her next, firm but not too aggressive.

As I kissed her neck, Cheryl's hands were wandering over my chest and abs.

"I love your hard chest and abs," she said in a soft voice.

With that I removed my shirt so she could see and touch my toned chest and six-pack. I sat up slightly as she ran her hands over my chest. I started to unbutton her blouse, she offered no resistance and soon I was looking at a black lace bra covering her ample breasts. The clasp was in the front and I released it and watched as her pale beautiful breasts fell free. The contrast between her pale breasts and dark areola was a huge turn on. I bent slightly and took a nipple in my mouth, feeling it grow erect as she moaned and started a slight movement of her hips.

Her hands were on my belt, pulling frantically on it to and my pants release my cock. Once free she slowly stroked all seven hard inches of my cock. She adjusted her position and took my cock in her mouth. Her mouth was so warm and wet. She only took the head in at first and ran her tongue around it while looking up at me. I always love when a girl looks at me when she sucks my cock. I ran my fingers through her hair, but did not push her head down onto my cock. I could feel her moan of pleasure on my cock as she took it deeper into her mouth. I watched as she took most of my cock into her mouth and slowly moved her mouth up and down the shaft of my cock.

I adjusted our position, so I could reach between her legs to pleasure her with my fingers. I pulled her skirt up and rubbed her warm pussy over her panties. She opened her legs for me and allowed me to slide my hand under her panties. I concentrated on her clit and the opening of her pussy. Every time I hit a sensitive spot she I would feel the suction on my cock increase then relax.

I started to pull her panties off but she stopped me so I began to tease her ample breasts with one hand and rub her neck with the other. If all I got was a good blow job, I would be happy with that. I noticed she really got turned on when I was able to tease both nipples simultaneously. I moved Cheryl so her breasts were close enough for me to touch both of her nipples with one hand; the more I teased both of them at the same time the more aggressive her sucking became. I reached down with my free hand and started to remove her panties, this time she allowed me to pull them free. Her pussy was covered by a nice thin layer of pubic hair and her labia were engorged in her excitement. I moved into a side my side 69 with Cheryl. She tried to stop me, but I needed to taste this pussy.

I spread her pussy open and flicked my tongue over her clit then ran is softly up and down her slit, gently tonguing the opening to her pussy. Cheryl had stopped sucking my cock and was running her hands over my body while she moaned softly. I brought her to the brink of orgasm as we lay next to each other but backed off before she had her release. After she calmed down a little I centered her on the bed, her head next to the wall and I kissed down her body, tasting the saltiness from her light perspiration.

I pushed her knees up a little, knelt between them and started to pleasure her with my tongue again. I lightly licked her clit and fingered her softly with one hand while I teased her nipples and breasts with the other. Her breathing increased and I could feel her start to tighten on my finger in her sex. I again stopped eating her pussy and kissed her inner thigh up towards her knee.

"Why did you stop? I was so close."

"I want you to remember this night the rest of your life."

As I kissed up her thigh I moved my cock towards the waiting pussy. I rubbed the length of my cock over Cheryl's wet slit making sure it made contact with her swollen clit making her back arch and a low groan escape her cute mouth. I grabbed my cock and started to guide it to her wet pussy.

"I've never...ummm..." Cheryl said in a low voice.

"I'll take it slow" and I guided the head of my cock into her virgin pussy. I felt her body tense as I entered her. I stopped and bent to kiss Cheryl on the lips. I could feel her fear and hesitation in the kiss. I stopped for a couple seconds then pushed a little deeper. Cheryl spread her legs wider and I rocked my hips forward and fully penetrated her. I moved so my body was supported by my arms and knees as Cheryl became accustomed to having my cock inside her. I pushed my hips forward a little more and watched Cheryl's face to see a combination of pain and pleasure, but mostly pleasure.

I took in the whole picture. Cheryl on her back, legs spread, skirt bunched up around her waist, shirt open, breasts exposed and my cock buried deep in her. I had to resist the urge to cum right then at the extremely erotic sight. I started to stroke slowly into her tight pussy, taking my time so I wouldn't blow my load too quick. I watched Cheryl and as she started to enjoy the fucking more I quickened the pace.

Cheryl's hips started to move with mine and I could feel her orgasm growing. She grabbed the sheets, thrashed her head a little and tightened her legs around my waist as her orgasm hit. I slid in hard and deep a couple more times then pulled out, shooting my cum onto her pubic mound.

I lay next to her and kissed her softly for several minutes, gently caressing her shoulders and neck as we regained our energy. Cheryl stood and stripped on her way to the bathroom. She closed the door and I decided this was the best time for me to make my exit. I quickly got dressed and moved out of her bedroom.

Several days later I was talking to one of my teammates.

"Man, what did you do to Bridgette and Cheryl."

"Nothing, why?"

"They are pissed at you, so watch your back."

Maybe I should have stayed the night.



Twenty One



Your head lingering over mine as your hair falls in neat strands over my face, tickling me gently as you sway back and forth slowly grinding your still moist pussy over my denim covered crotch. You sit upright and run your hands through your hair, holding it over your head as you glance down at me watching you intently, quivering with anticipation. You fall back down onto me and kiss me briefly, and in a throaty sensual voice, which made me twitch within my denim restraint you tell me how you plan on returning what I just gave you. 

You detail in great length how you intend to rip my jeans from my waist, tearing them down and throwing them across the room with your teeth. You continue on to tell me how you intend on throating my cock, wrapping your lips around the shaft and swirling your tongue around my head. I listen as you tell me how you plan on lathering my cock so wet with your mouth, and how you plan on making my cock spew hot white cum into the depths of your hungry mouth. I can do nothing but listen, and shudder with eager delight as in between sentences you plant your lips on my chest, my nipples, my belly, and beyond.

You snake your way down my body, and your fingers entwine themselves into my waistband of my undone jeans as your lips plant kiss after wet kiss along my waist line. I shudder and watch, then helpingly wiggling my waist to help your eager hands work my jeans down off my legs. You lean down and take the waist of my jeans in your teeth, tossing them to the floor like an animal in heat. 

Thrashing your head back in my direction, your hair falling erotically in front of your face as you crawl your way back to me, coming to rest between my legs. Your head crooks and rocks, and I watch as your hair falls in all directions over your face, exposing to me your open mouth, drizzling long trails of saliva down onto my hardening cock, growing harder with each moment, and rising up to meet your engorged mouth.

I watch briefly as your seductively poised head lowers, your mouth opening wider as your hand wraps firmly around the base of my cock, and guides it slowly to your waiting mouth. Hungry and lusting your mouth continues to pour saliva onto my cock, your hand guides it round and round, sliding my quivering head over your pursed lips. Your hands start to work it, stroking me up and down the length of my shaft, working the lather of saliva into my flesh. I groan in slippery delight as your moans of approval harmonize with mine. 

I pull a pillow under my head to raise my head so I can watch you. I watch in delight as your head lowers onto me, mouth open, engulfing my length into your warm mouth. The heat envelopes me as my cock disappears into your oral depths, intensifying at the moment your lips close around the base of my cock, suckling gently on my shaft, then harder as your mouth works it way up my cock and releasing the head with an audible "pop". I watch in shuddering delight as you simply repeat the process over and over again, brushing your hair aside occasionally to refresh my view of your oral skills.

Your pace quickens as your head bobs faster over my shaft, my throbbing cock fucking your hungry mouth only as fast as your lips will let it. I try to buck my hips up into your oral pussy but your hands press down into my waist to stop me, wanting to be the one who pleasures me, and not letting me gain control over your moment, I relax and lay back, allowing it to be. You then release me, letting my dripping cock flop back onto my belly, your hand still wrapped gently around the shaft, firmly stroking it as your tongue runs deftly along the underside, down towards the base, then lower over my balls. 

Your mouth opens wider, a perfect "O" as you suckle my balls into your lips, working them one at a time, lifting and caressing them with your tongue as your hand strokes me tighter up and down the length of my cock. Over and over I watch as you alternately suckle my balls into your mouth, stroking me faster and faster with a hunger mounting within you, as desire to get me off, just as you got off for me. 

You open back up, lifting your head back up and swallow my cock back down your velvet throat, followed by a loud groan of pleasure from me. You answer this moan with a moan of your own, sending exciting vibrations through my rigid flesh and sending my head into the heavens.

Up and down your head bobs, faster and faster, hand planted firmly against my base, stroking upward quickly kneading the dripping saliva into my taut flesh every instance your mouth hovers over my head to lather it up with your tongue, sending streams of your oral lube shimmying down my length to be caught by your expert fingers. You begin to stroke me faster, harder as you look up to me, and begin on a verbal monologue of naughty teasing which sends my body into overdrive. 

"C'mon baby, you like my hands stroking your big cock? Do they feel like you had imagined? Oh, fuck baby, your cock is every bit as incredible as I had dreamed. Make it cum for me baby, I want to taste you, want to feel that cum in my mouth. Please baby, please...." you rant to me, urging me on as your pace quickens.

My body begins to tense hard as your hands caress my sac as your mouth continues its oral ravaging of me. Faster your lips fuck me, up and down, sucking and slurping noises more and more audible now as your mouth is wrapped loosely around me, fucking my cock like a used pussy, loose and fast. Tightening your grip every now and again to milk the precum from my head, your tongue massaging me, pressing into me in unison with your hands kneading my balls in your loose grasp. 

You start to stroke me violently, leaving your mouth open and dangling your tongue over my shaking head, your other hand snaking up and pinching my nipple as your mouth drizzles stream after hot stream of saliva down onto my cock, lubricating the friction of your hand pistoning away at my shaft. My body goes rigid, hips buckling violently as it happens. 

My head rocks back into the pillow, and a loud groan echoes throughout the room as I begin to spurt hot white streams of cum into your waiting mouth. As the flow begins your lips close around my head and you stroke me faster and faster, harder and harder, milking my cock into your mouth, appeasing your carnal hunger only so lightly. Your head begins to bob again, lips suckling tightly around me, coaxing out pulse after erotic pulse of my love down your throat.

With a loud gasp you release my cock, catching your breath as streams of my juice oozes down your lips over your chin. Your head lowers once more and licks up stray streams of white dripping down my shaft. My body shuddering, convulsing with each touch of your tongue against my throbbing cock. My moaning subsides, I had no idea how loud I was or what was coming out of my mouth. 

I feel your hand release my softening cock, spent and still throbbing, twitching now and then, and feel it fall to my belly. I open my eyes and try to adjust my vision to the dim room, as I see your silhouette appear over me, closing in on me until I feel your lips on mine. I kiss your deeply, our juices being mixed together in our oral mixing glass as our kiss continues as your body comes to rest atop mine.

"God baby....you're fucking awesome" I whisper.

"As are you baby, as are you. Babe, your cock is simply exquisite." you reply resting your head on my still heaving chest.

At this point I am not sure what happened or how long we lost consciousness, but the next thing I knew, I was watching the dark silhouette of you emerge from the bathroom, draped in a white robe, glowing faintly as you saunter back to me. I wipe the brief sleep from my eyes as you crawl back into bed with me, snuggling up close to me and handing me a drink. 

There we sit, drinking your cocktail and talking a bit. Your hands tracing light lines down my body as our talk takes a quick turn back to naughty. You tell me how you watched me sleep a bit, and can wonder no longer how my cock is going to feel inside you. In that instance, drinks are swigged, and your robe is lost to the floor. 

You stand on the bed above me, and I watch as your heavenly shadowed figure lowers itself onto me. You come to rest straddled over me, your pussy grinding into my erecting cock as your mouth lowers to mine to kiss me once more. My cock grows to full mass quickly sandwiched between my stomach and your moistening pussy. 

Faster you grind yourself on me, and once you can feel me throb against your eager lips, you raise yourself up, take my shaft in your hand and guide me to your hole. I feel my head prod at the moist opening, and I groan in harmony with you as you lower yourself, impaled on my cock.

Lower you fall onto me, my cock throbbing inside your warm velvet walls. I feel your walls and muscles grip and release me, your hips start to gyrate, twisting and filling yourself with my cock. Your hands press harder down into my chest as your head begins to thrash, riding me faster and faster. 

My cock throbbing inside you with each swirl around within you, my hips beginning to buck in rhythm with yours, fucking my cock up into you, the sound of our thighs slapping against each other resonating through the room. Further up I thrust my cock into you as your moans become uncontrollable. 

You reel off a monologue of filth to me as you ride my cock, telling me how good I fucking feel, how good my cock fucks your pussy, and how even in your dreams did I not feel this good. My hands reach up to surround your bouncing tits, rolling and kneading them in my tantric grasp, rolling your nipples and pinching them, fueling your moans and screams as my cock impales you over and over. 

You sit upright now, gyrating your hips grinding that swelling clit into my crotch as you ride me with a heated abandon. My hands keep your tits in its grasp as I watch you cut loose on me. Riding me like never before, bouncing madly, grinding violently, as your body begins to shudder atop me. 

For the second time tonight your body quivers with the ecstatic shudder of orgasmic delight. Your body convulses atop me, falling back onto my chest as my hips resumes the fucking motions your hips began to create this ecstasy. I fuck you hard up into you pussy, the wet sounds of your juices coating my cock, barely audible over your screams of pleasure. 

The intensity of this climax too much for you as you collapse onto my body breathing heavily, my arms wrap around you as my rigid cock throbs inside you adding to the dissipating pleasure of your orgasm subsiding. I hold you close and plant soft kisses atop your head.

Softly, I lift you from me, my cock slipping out of you as you curl up on the sheets, your body aglow with an after-sex aura, incandescent in the soft hue of the amber light in the room. I rise from the bed, and walk to the window, drawing the curtains open, I stand silhouetted in the glowing light of the overlooked Las Vegas Strip. 

My naked form outlined in green, and red hues, flashing blue and yellow as I stand and look out at the bustling Saturday night crowd, knowing while we both have friends out there somewhere, we would not trade our places with anyone else in the world right now. 

As I stand there gazing out at the world I feel you slide up and brush up against me, your breasts pressed hard into my back and your hand running up my chest. Your cheek pressed into my shoulder blades as your tongue snakes out slightly to taste the salt on my back from the sweat laden activities of the night. I turn to face you, my excitement brewing once again. 

 Taking you in my arms, body pressing into you, you can feel my cock grow to attention between your legs, my chest heaving against yours as we embrace in the most erotic kiss of the night, enhanced by the thought, but not the care, that the Strip can see us.

 Embracing you as we kiss, I turn you to the window and press you into it. The world below would marvel at the sight of your heavenly body pressed against that glass, your body on display for the street stories below us. Your breasts mashed into the glass, your face turned to the side pressing into the window, and your legs spread apart. I stand behind you, my hand running down your front, and my lips trailing kisses down your back. Your mouth opens and I can see your tongue slide against the glass, almost as if French kissing the public.

 Your open mouth then lets escape a yelp of pleasure as you feel my tongue slither over your lips from behind. You look back at me as my face is buried between your ass cheeks, turning from side to side as my head thrashes about gently to ease my tongue across your slit. My hands spreading your luscious cheeks apart, giving me deeper access to your sex, and giving you pleasure on a new high. You feel my tongue lather your pussy lips up again, and then a tingle, a new sensation, your back arches and head flings back as you moan in pure delight as you feel my tongue slither around the rim of your ass.

 My tongue flickers around the love hole lightly, as my hands hold your cheeks apart, showing me how tempting your back door is, how it pulses and flexes as I open my mouth to spit a stream of saliva down it. Your hands plaster themselves against the glass as you moan your approval of my actions. I continue to lube your ass up with my mouth as your hand reaches around behind you and tugs at my hair. Non-verbal ways to tell me you are so ready to have me in you again, and that this time, it's serious.

 You bend over slightly, hands still pressed into the glass right next to your globes, milky white and glowing a sensual hue of white in the outside world's light. You look back just in time to see me stand up, and slide my engorged cock into your sopping pussy. You let out a soft moan of delight and I slide into your velvet depths with slick ease once again. 

 But this is just the prelude love, and the reason for this will be very apparent to you in just a second. I pump into your pussy a few times, slow and long strokes, the hard thrusts, simply to show you how much I fucking want you. As I stand behind you, inserted in your luscious pussy, my head leans forward, mouth open and long wet trails of saliva drip from my lips and cascade down your ass, over your hole.

 You yelp in delight as I withdraw my drenched cock from your pussy, and using my hand, I guide the head to your asshole. Poking, prodding gently at the little brown star, your back arches more, legs slide apart a little more, you try to watch, you try to imagine that the flashbulbs from the streets below, taking pictures of the sights, are capturing the moment of penetration. My head inside you now. Your head thrashes back; I grasp your hair which falls onto your back. Pulling gently, I ease my cock deeper into your ass, hips bucking gently, easing myself further inside, occasionally drizzling more saliva down onto my shaft as I withdraw to push a little harder, and deeper. 

 You look out at the Vegas audience before you, the reflection of me now slowly fucking your ass imprinted onto the distant Las Vegas skyline. Flashing neon outside, flickering candlelight inside, and the sensation of my cock impaling your ass; the chaos of the strip, melded with the serenity of our hotel seclusion, and the pleasure of my cock deep inside you. 

 Your moans begin, quickly turning to screams as my pace quickens. I watch as my cock drives in, withdrawing, then thrusting back into your glory hole, deeper with each thrust, slower, feeling your rectal muscles spasm around my cock, harder even when your fingers disappear between your legs and play with your own pussy. 

 My arms wrap under you, my hips beginning an upward stroke to drive my cock in and out of your ass. Upwards my hands glide over your exposed body to cradle your tits in my hand, cock still stroking in and out of your stretched ass, easier now. Your moans violent, your body fucking me back like a good little whore, wanting more, begging for more. 

 We begin to exchange words, you begging me for more, me telling you what a good slut you are, an ass fucking slut, my little cock whore. The words seem to drive you on hotter, dirtier, your body beginning to shake, convulsing on my throbbing cock. Your head starts to thrash violently coupled with fierce moans of pleasure, harmonizing with my own groans of delight.

 The penetration of your ass continues as you start to gasp, head rocking, mouth agape as you scream into orgasm again. Your body shudders, and your legs almost buckle under my grasp, leaning down to catch you, my hips continuing to buck into you to aid your climax, feeling your ass muscles throb around me, massaging my cock inside you, as your hand works your pussy and catches your resulting nectars. It's time, and I withdraw from your stretched ass, sliding my swollen cock into your dripping pussy. I fuck you now like never before tonight, hard, fast, relentless. 

 My invasion of your pussy now causes you to scream out loudly, sweet moans of pleasure, music to my ears, the sound of your ecstasy turns me on so, so much sweeter when not masked by phone lines, and so much hotter when spewed into my ears. Hard and deep I prod into you, coaxing out yet another small orgasm as I feel your pussy close in and convulse around my shaft. 

 The world can see us, they can all see me bring you to the edge of pleasure, and push you over into the abyss of bliss over and over again. Your last climax was harder than expected as your knees buckle beneath you. Your hands against the glass start to slip down, your breast wet with excitement pressed hard against the glass also slips downward, and my hands can do little to support your submission to carnal pleasure. 

 You fall to your knees, still pushed up against the window to the outside world, breathing heavily, and soft sighs still lifting out of your agape mouth. Still I stand behind you, gazing down at your pulsing body with my cock in hand, dripping wet from you. Then, with a hunger renewed, like a woman possessed by desire, your spin around on your knees, your back plastered against the window, you pull me by the waist to you. 

 My hands now in the place where yours was on the glass, I look and smile in delight at the moisture emblazoned on the glass in the shape of your upper body. I look down as your mouth opens and takes my cock deep down your throat. Your head twists violently, lips smacking and sucking at my cock furiously. Your tongue lathers me quickly, muffled moans against my cock driving you and me on. 

 Faster you blow me, slurping and suckling, hand cradling and caressing my swelling sac, your prize brewing within them, hotter by the second. Your hand wraps around my base and strokes me with a appetite for what you desire unrivaled, faster and faster as your tongue flicks at my head, down my shaft, over my balls, then licking your lips and heading back up to my head. 

 You begin to talk to me as if taken over by a sexual demon. A lust fueled fire burning deep inside your eyes as you look up to me with my cock in your possession, stroking me as you tell me to shower you with my cum, to rain on you for all the world to see. You tell me you want to taste me, to feel my coat your throat, ease your thirst for my cum, and I will, very, very soon.

 I rest my hand on your head, holding it still for the event about to happen. Your hands gripping my cock like you never want to let it go, my hips fuck your hands, my head grazing your outstretched tongue with each thrust through your encircled fingers. You moan in heated breaths to do it for you, the sight of you knelt before me, backlit by the pulsing Vegas night fuels me on, I gaze down at you begging for me to cum for you with hungry eyes, and a delectable mouth. Faster now I fuck your hands, sliding into your mouth on occasion to feel the warmth engulf me, then back out to let you stroke me to ecstasy. Then it happens.




Twenty One



With a loud groan my body tenses; a hand grips your hair tightly, as the first explosive wave of cum spews forth into your waiting mouth. Hungrily you swallow it down and open back up for the ensuing shots. Pulse after earth rattling pulse shoots forward, coating your lips, chin, drizzling down onto your heaving chest, and coating your slender fingers which work the liquid into my trembling cock. 

 My body shudders hard, and my breathing turns to short gasps and groans, my hand pressed hard into the glass as I lean into your body, letting your mouth take me in, swishing my cock around in your overflowing mouth. Your hand stroking me, the other hand raking at my back as my cum still oozes from my head down your throat. 

 It seemed to go on for hours, my body trembling and shuddering as my cock throbbed and pulsed the last drops of my cum onto your shuddering lips. Your hand works me slowly, milking out the last drops for your thirst. My sweat laden body glows in the neon, and I look down to watch you lick the last drops off your lips, to wipe your chin, licking your fingers clean, then lifting your luscious breasts to your lips and licking them clean as well, my cock twitches again at the sight of this. 

 Head spinning, body weak, I offer you my hand, and watch as you take it, glassy eyes locked to mine as you stand and fall into my arms, hastily to the bed and collapsing with you in a spent heap of expended lust.

Together we lay for a while, silent, taking in one another's after sex scents, sneaking kisses and licks across our sweat soaked bodies. Drifting in and out of sleep, embraced in one another's arms, nestled softly in the security of each other. 

I awake to the sound of running water, and a faint glow emanating from down the hall. I stand, weary and weak and make my way to the source, unaware of the time, but oblivious to the matter. I emerge through the door to the spacious bathroom, and gaze upon the naked vision of you bent over the Jacuzzi, testing the water, laying out a glass of wine (and a beer for me), and moving back the last of a circle of candles. 

 You turn to find me smiling at you and the sight before me. You step backwards into the churning water, descending like a goddess into a froth of foam, and beckon me with the crook of a finger. I can do nothing but smile as I take the first steps towards you, and close the door behind me with a swift motion of my foot.