0 comments/ 22314 views/ 5 favorites The Owner Ch. 01 By: robertjones I am a wealthy woman of discriminating tastes. For fun, I opened a private club for women only, women of exotic tastes and a predilection for virile boytoys with impressive packages. Early on, I engaged a talented chef who had had previous experience incorporating male semen into her recipes. She was absolutely insistent on having a constant supply of fresh semen in order to concoct her specialties. That she happened to be a lesbian was no concern of mine. As we planned the opening of our club, it became obvious that we would have to start with a limited clientele. That way we could rely on one male semen producer to supply what was needed for cooking, for table serving, and perhaps even for take-away samples. The stud would have to be healthy, dedicated to our organization, and to making vast amounts of money from willing, aroused women clients. Eventually I advertised for our boytoy in the most discreet publications. The requirements included a huge penis and testicles, the ability to stay erect and dripping for prolonged periods of time, and to produce vast amounts of semen. Being good looking and muscular would be pluses. Porn stars would not be eligible. We did not need to bring in diseased male specimens who might jeopardize the health and welfare of our clientele. As luck would have it, a twenty-something man applied. In his packet he included photographs of his body, and specifically of his huge genitals, and a sample jar of his semen. It was certainly more than any of the other candidates submitted. He came to the interview well dressed and well groomed, and was not at all embarrassed to show me his cock and balls. Through intense questioning and some interesting demonstrations, he proved to be the best possible candidate. He ultimately became the star of our operation, the object of adoration of our wealthy sex-crazed women members. When the third year of our club's operation rolled around, word of mouth had increased the numbers of women who wanted to join, but we had to set limits because of our sole source of semen. Jenna, our chef, encouraged me to seek other candidates who might be able to augment production, thereby opening up additional membership slots. Once again, I turned to advertising. Over 200 candidates applied this time. Men of every hue, men whose equipment was astounding, men who claimed to live for the privilege of providing semen for hungry women. Jenna suggested establishing a stable from which we would harvest semen. Occasionally the studs might be able to service some of the women who desired private time, but basically they would be fed and housed, taken care of, and milked daily of their semen for use in the kitchen and in our mail order operation. From the 200 applicants, we identified two dozen men who would populate our stable. Each of them was intelligent, hung, and prolific. I, personally, tested every one of them. Having an unreasonably hungry cunt, it was a total pleasure. Our sole male waiter/entertainer would probably always be the favorite. But we decided to introduce two other men who would also provide these functions. In this way our club could grow and more women could treat themselves to a wonderfully erotic dining experience. It proved fairly easy to find two additional waiters, men who were well endowed, who loved to have women adoring them, and who enjoyed sharing their semen. Our first new hire was Jamal. Very tall and well built, he was hung like a horse. With some background in dancing, he was graceful yet very masculine and muscular. His foot long cock was rarely not erect and he seemed to be able to produce semen without ever stopping. Our chef created some new dishes based on the exotic taste of his semen. Paco became our third waiter. Although not as tall as the other two, he was solidly built. His cock was impossibly thick and his balls hung nearly to his knees. He liked to let the ladies touch him and stroke him, and he was an immediate hit at the club. His semen was extra thick. After much thinking I decided to build a wing of private rooms where women members might be able to engage the private services of one of the studs from our stable, or for a specatacular price, the services of one of the three waiters. I designed a tasteful brochure, with full body photos of each stud, and his precise measurements. I emphasized that the services of our studs would be limited since they had other responsibilities to the club. Only the luckiest women would be able to sample the sexual wares of our waiters. For that, we used a lottery system. In secret, I had hired seven gorgeous women with enormous breasts. They were kept full of milk for recreational purposes. I made sure they were pampered, waxed, and cared for. They were allowed to tease our studs, but not to engage in copulation. The tension created from the proximity of the studs to the milkmaids was palpable. The maids provided milk for some of our recipes, as well as entertainment. Their sensual dancing with milk engorged breasts seemed to arouse our members. On the fifth anniversary of our club, I planned a huge orgy for our charter members, those twenty women who initially purchased memberships. To prepare our men, we closed for two days. The studs were forbidden to engage in any activity that might cause them to lose their seminal fluid. The milkmaids were kept isolated; breast pumps relieved them of excess milk. On the anniversary date, our twenty charter members arrived, dressed in rather erotic costumes, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. In addition to the performance of our head waiter, the other two waiters put on shows. Gradually, the milkmaids and stable studs filtered in, and the rubbing and stroking of bodies drove our members wild. Many of the members were openly holding their cunt lips open, begging for penetration. Some were sucking each other's breasts as they watched our pornographic live show. Fucking was the order of the day. As I mingled among the sex-crazed throng, wearing only stilletto heels and diamond jewelry, I smiled at how well I had provided for my clients. I felt a strong arm surround my waist as a blindfold was slipped over my eyes. This sudden loss of control over the evening was daunting and I felt a tinge of fear. Hands, rough hands, touched my body everywhere. I was picked up and placed on the table where our head waiter usually is masturbated. Many hands caressed and teased me. Tongues darted in and out of my mouth. My big breasts were being suckled vigorously, Fingers were in my vagina and ass. My cool abandoned me; I had turned into a wanton whore. I wanted cock and semen. My body shook and ached with need. I became aware of a stud kneeling between my legs and forcing his huge thick cock into my cunt. As he fucked me, shots of hot sperm started spurting all over my body. How many cocks were involved, I do not know. Shouts from our women members seemed to encourage my violation. They were clamoring for me to be fucked. I could have sworn some of them were using strap-ons to penetrate me. The orgy I had created had turned on me. My cunt began to spasm as I erupted into series of deep orgasms. Grunts from copulating couples filled my ears. I could not stop cumming. Close to losing consciousness, I became aware of strong arms lifting me and carrying me off. The stud put me down carefully, removed my blindfold, and took me into the shower. He washed me carefully, tenderly, cleaning my body of all the violating fluids. I looked up and smiled at my head waiter, he whose name I could not remember. "Darling" I whispered as I felt him impale me on his cum oozing cock. But then I realized that he was not rescuing me, but rather gearing me up for a waiter's orgy. I saw Jamal and Paco. They were licking their lips in anticipation of what they would do to me. The Owner Ch. 02 In the course of establishing my two private clubs and my milking parlor, I learned a lot about myself. For a woman of a certain age, society places certain limits on sex. Therefore I cultivated a somewhat ageless look by taking care of my body and seeking the cosmetic enhancements I needed. I maintained my focus on men, or at least on their cocks and cum. When I opened my club for women, the head waiter, Andre, was our star. He provided the studliness and prodigious amounts of cum to make our gourmet dinners and entertainment exceptional. Women of distinction clamored to join. One night after an orgy celebrating the club's anniversary, Andre and the other two waiters raped me, used me as pleasure holes for their lust. The problem was that I rather enjoyed the experience. For a while I hated him, but eventually we got together and Andre turned out to be a powerful and satisfying lover. He was an expert cunnilinguist and I noticed that the more he ate me, the greater the amount of fluids I produced. I continued to collect and use various pleasure toys. I loved dildos. Anja, my best friend, swore by glass dildos and, although reluctant at first, I ordered one - actually a very big and expensive one. When he arrived I was intrigued with his appearance, clear with bands of colored glass, and a curved tip to hit my g-spot. In the course of play, I noticed that when he rubbed my clitoris, electric jolts went through my groin and down my legs. When I inserted him, I needed no lube. In fact, he seemed to encourage a great deal more wetness in my cunt. If I kept him in for a while, there would be a build-up of searing hot fluid that would gush as I pulled him out. I appeared to be enjoying an increase in the production of my feminine secretions. I also noticed that I produced more fluid each time I had an orgasm. And most importantly, I loved doing it. Curious about capturing my liquids, I did some research and discovered QRX labs. They had developed an absorbent material that would also allow for the extraction of the absorbed liquid. I experimented. Although the material worked, extraction was too expensive a process and I abandoned it. Going back to basics, I took a large stainless steel bowl from my kitchen and sat on its rim to masturbate. All of my fluids could drain directly into the bowl. Sometimes the fluid was clear and at other times it had a more opaque, slimy appearance. In my kitchen I also had small jars, the type used to package single servings of jam. Due to the increase in the amount of fluid I was producing, one orgasm was about enough to fill a tiny jar. Since I masturbated at least three times a day, I was able to accumulate about 20 small containers of my cum by the end of the week. These I kept in the refrigerator. A graphic artist designed a tasteful, elegant label for me, modeled on a wine label. It took me a while to decide what to call this fluid, and I came up with the name Femcum. (I secretly hoped this coined word would someday be used worldwide.) My label indicated the producer - I jokingly called myself Mommy - and the date of production. The chilled jars of Mommy's Femcum were kept in my men's club and sold only to the chartered members, many of whom had a fetish for women's juices. Producing limited amounts of a product is good in some ways because it makes the item seem more valuable to those who are able to purchase it. But collecting my femcum started to feel like a chore. I liked being able to offer a limited edition of Mommy's, but decided to expand my operation. I scheduled a meeting with my milk producers, those young women with huge, lactating tits. Most of them were excited about the possibility of increasing their workload and earning extra money. I invited the studs from our stable to join us. These were the cum producers for our kitchen and for private sales. Sex between these men and women had been strictly prohibited. Now I had something new to offer. The studs would be allowed to engage in cunnilingus to encourage femcum increases. In turn, the maids would be allowed to fellate their cocks and balls, but not eat their cum. Of course, there could be no fucking since we did not want any contamination of fluids. Other sex play was allowed, just so long as our cum and milk production was maintained. After two weeks, we would examine the maids to determine how much of an increase had occurred in their cuntal secretions. I arranged for 24 hour recording of activities. After popping in the tapes, one by one, I realized another profit potential. The tapes themselves, once edited, would be sure to sell like hotcakes. The more the studs rubbed and played with the maids' engorged tits, the more milk they produced. The more the maids teased the men's huge balls, the greater their cum production. Close ups of engorged, hard nippled tits and huge hard cocks, body rubbing, french kissing and biting were included in our new videos. I believe that the lack of penetration actually made the vids hotter. At fortnight's end, my maids were asked to masturbate over a bowl as I had been doing. Toys were available as desired. Each maid's femcum was measured and compared to the level two weeks ago. There had been a remarkable increase! We would be able to market hundreds of containers each month. My label designer produced a slightly different label for each maid that included a photo and web address for clients to make contact. At our men's club, Femcum became an immediate best seller. It was still fairly limited in production, and I intended to keep it that way. Some men, clearly addicted, were buying jars by the dozen. We also added chilled Femcum cocktails to the menu. I noticed that some of our clients would snort the liquid as they masturbated their randy cocks during the live entertainment. On rare occasions, I masturbated a cock here or there, as a personal favor to a customer. As you may know, I enjoy the feeling of sperm ejaculating on my skin. We soon arranged for a more comfortable method of collection and our maids were happier than ever to provide their liquid. The only day we did not collect any cum was Mondays. Our operation was closed on Mondays and staff was allowed to mingle. Our huge banquet room was the setting of a weekly Monday orgy. At first I watched them, all of these supremely endowed young men and women who produced for me. The sex was outstanding and varied. Every kind of penetration took place. Heaving, grunting, panting noises filled the room as my employees engaged in lascivious behaviors. They began quite early, because by 10 pm a cleaning company would come in to mop up the mess. Eventually I hired a videographer who could edit the weekly orgies and occasionally produce some of the filthiest porn vids available anywhere. You might be surprised at the identity of our major purchasers. I was wealthy, successful and sophisticated, yet unfulfilled. I loved sex, loved to fuck and cum. I loved the feeling of a big thick cock. It was disconcerting to find myself a mere voyeur at the orgies. As I sat there one Monday with my tits exposed, rubbing my swollen cunt, my eyes saw a jar of Mommy's Femcum. At the same time I had a great urge to pee. And I knew immediately that the next exciting chapters in my life were about to begin. The Owner Ch. 03 I am the owner of two exclusive clubs, one for women and the other for men. These clubs cater to wealthy, sophisticated people with exotic sexual tastes. The men's club was opened a year ago and enrolled a charter membership of twenty. Our gourmet dinners incorporate dishes using the milk from our lactating milkmaids, sexy young women with huge lactating tits. A few months back, one of my charter members came to my office to explain that he was moving to Europe. He wanted his nephew Rey to take his place. As sometimes happens, I needed to make a quick decision on whether I was willing to accept this proposal. I can share that our member was a sixty something year old man, sexually vigorous (I know because I had had the occasion to masturbate him), attractive and extremely wealthy. He had given me no information about his nephew except to say that he is a single man, a professional. I agreed to meet Rey the following week, on Monday when the club was closed. Since this was a business meeting, I chose my clothing carefully, opting for a simple black dress, knee length, sleeveless, with a rather plunging neckline that would highlight my deep cleavage. I should add that I rarely wear panties. Four inch black pumps and some simple gold jewelry completed my outfit. My makeup was simple, but elegant and I was freshly coiffed. You can imagine my surprise when I saw my prospective client. He was a veritable god, tall, very good looking with a body that filled out his suit perfectly, and very young. His smile lit up his face and his blue eyes seemed to bore into me. To say I was flummoxed would be an understatement. When he introduced himself, his voice penetrated my innermost being and I found myself becoming rather aroused. We sat on the sofa in my office to review the membership application. At some point in our conversation, and I am sorry to say that I was too discombobulated to know exactly when, he took my hand in his and looked into my eyes. Although I had carefully planned how I was going to deny him charter membership, all of that was out the window. Deep sexual attraction replaced the entire process. It was as though we had entered an enchanted land. Wild kissing, fondling and loosening clothes just happened. I felt like a silly teenager in the back seat of a car. How did my skirt end up around my waist? or my tits fall out of my dress? or his cock magically escape his trousers? One thing led to another, and I was shameless enough to ride his cock to four orgasms before he finally came inside me, depositing an unbelievable amount of cum. So, besides being physically exhausted and impressed, I agreed on the spot to accept him as a charter member. My shameless behavior continued despite the great difference in our ages. We spoke daily on the phone; he made frequent visits to the club. Each time we engaged in more erotic adventures. I began to wonder whether he was an addiction, but I could not give him up. Apparently he felt the same way about me. After a few months we began to test each other's sexual boundaries. I was tied up, gagged, taken by force. In turn I teased and spanked him, milked his prostate, and drove him to have more orgasms than I thought possible for a man in one day. He was a virtual cum fountain. Had he not been a member, I certainly would have hired him! At the club there was a small apartment consisting of a kitchen, dining and living area, two small bedrooms and a bathroom. Some nights when I was too tired, I slept there. This is the place where I entertained Rey after hours, and where I discovered his interest in bras and panties. So I began to purchase various styles and colors of underwear to model for him. Each modeling session ended with sex. We photographed each other and drove ourselves into further lustful pursuits. One late night he asked to suck my cummy panties. I removed them and watched his erection grow as he sucked the wetness. I had had a lot to drink and excused myself to use the bathroom. He begged me to put the panties on and to pee in them. Of course I did, and he watched. And then he picked me up, placed me in the tub and aimed his piss stream on me. Never had I done anything like this, and I experienced an immediate orgasm, nearly collapsing. He pulled my panties off and sucked them dry. After this experience, we began to include pissing in our sexcapades. He brought me to new heights and I believe that I also helped him achieve greater pleasure. But new experiences can only remain new for a short time. Rey's birthday was coming up and, although we did not celebrate birthdays at the club, I made special plans. That evening, each member had been given a lottery ticket. After dinner, we had the usual entertainment. Afterward, my workers entered the center of the banquet room and lay down a large waterproof sheet that they covered with a luxurious bedspread. Ordinarily I do not perform for my clients, but this evening was special. I stood in the spotlight in my new domme outfit. I had ordered a black leather bustier with sheer bra cups that showed off my pushed up tits. A leather garter belt held up my black thigh high stockings. My feet were contained in six inch stiletto heeled sandals. And I wore a pair of pink cotton panties. From a nearby table I took a long thick dildo and began to rub it on my body. I wriggled, writhed, teased and taunted myself. I sucked each of my nipples through my bra fabric and tossed my long hair. I placed the dildo in the valley of my tits and fucked them. And then I worked it down lower, finally sticking it into my panties and rubbing my swollen mons. I then aimed the head at my cunthole and began to fuck myself, inserting more until it was all inside me. It was obvious to my audience that I was cumming since my body shook and I threw my head back, screaming. Slowly I withdrew the dildo, and a gush of fluid soaked the crotch of my panties. Next I removed my cum splotched panties and strutted from table to table letting the men sniff them. I watched Rey's eyes as he inhaled my cuntal fragrance and noticed his enormous cock threatening to break the zipper of his pants. Then I returned to the center of the room, put my panties back on, spread my legs, and pissed them. We had never had a show like this and I was uncertain as to how it would go over. There was thunderous applause. Many men had their cocks out and were wanking them. "Gentlemen", I said, "we will now have our drawing. Check your tickets. The winning number is 9653." I looked around the room, knowing full well who had won. Finally I locked eyes with the winner, my new member, Rey. "Darling", i cooed, "come on over and join me. Help me finish the show." Boldly he rose and came to my side, a wry smile on his face. Slowly I removed his clothes. I even took his shoes and socks off. Naked as a newborn he stood there, his enormous cock triumphantly hard, jutting from between his legs. I made a big deal of inspecting his body, running my hands on him. I commanded him to kneel before me and remove my panties. He did this slowly and deliberately, and gave my mons a reverent kiss. It crossed my mind that some of our members might think this was some kind of initiation. I took a small whip from the table and held it threateningly. And then ordered him to suck on my cummy and pissy pink panties. Hoots and hollers came from the other members. I pranced around Rey as he knelt there sucking my panties. He was clearly humiliated in front of the other members, but also enjoying the taste. I whacked his ass a few times with my whip, put a collar around his neck, and attached a leash. My arousal was extreme. I began to rub my bare wet cunt on his arms, coating him with femcum. I was proud that he was a good sport and continued to suck my panties. A snap of my fingers indicated the end of the show. The house lights went out. I pulled on the leash and Rey stood and followed me to the apartment. I so needed his cock in my cunt.