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Little Arab Buttercup Ch. 01

By: LorenzoAbajos



It was after midnight and the weather was hot and sticky this close to the sea. I was moving through the dark alleys of a city in the north of Africa. A very Arab country, and I was an American soldier attached to the local consulate. 

I should not have been out like this, alone and unprotected. But I had a mission to complete. One that was personal. No one could know I was here, especially my superiors.

I had seen her several weeks before in the local bazaar. She wasn't alone, of course, but I could see her eyes as they gazed into mine. I could see the twinkle and the crinkle around her eyes as she smiled from the hijab surrounding her face. Then she was swept away by an entourage, back to her domicile, I supposed.

I would go to the bazaar as often as I could get away from my duties. Actually, part of my duties encompassed recon missions into the city to learn what I could. I wasn't a spy, but my superiors needed to know how the populace felt about us and our being in their country.

I needed to see her again. And I did. Several times, in fact. She was always surrounded by men and other veiled women. Clearly, she was the youngest and certainly her face was more than lovely.

I had developed an infatuation that needed to be realized. I needed to know her. It might be the death of me, but I would see her alone, at least once. I started making a schedule of the times she appeared in the bazaar, how long she stayed and which direction she traveled when her group moved away.

Finally, after a few weeks I was emboldened to follow her, as discretely as possible, dressed in my civvies. She and her fellow shoppers moved down a large street, finally arriving at a large, stuccoed building. It must be her home I thought. At least, it had the feel of a residence. There were children playing outside, and the windows were covered with colorful curtains, bracketed by open shutters.

I now knew where she lived. At least I hoped so. I hoped that she wasn't just visiting relatives or friends. She went inside surrounded by her entourage and I lingered in the neighborhood as discretely as I could, walking as if I was going somewhere, down the street, then back again on the other side. 

I hoped no one thought I was odd or out of place. But westerners or Europeans were not unknown in this part of the world. After all, it had been held by the French for many years.

After taking all afternoon to finally decide she lived in this large residence I returned to the consulate to mull over what I knew and what I desired. 

I was most truly obsessed with this little Arab flower. I thought of her as my "buttercup." I loved California buttercups. I had lived most of my life there and was terribly fond of my home state and everything about it.

Finally, I took the plunge and started making stealthy forays into the city streets after darkness fell, moving quickly and with purpose to her domicile. When I arrived I always took up station across the street. 

After several days I saw that the curtains in front were never opened, but in the alleyways beside the residence one could see light escaping out the sides of the building. This caused me to cross over one night and work my way down both alleys. I found that one could see that some windows were not curtained.

This went on for several days, but on one occasion I saw someone leaning out a second story window. I could barely see her, but it was truly my little buttercup. I had frozen her face and eyes in my brain. 

At last I knew which room was hers. Now began the truly dangerous mission. Down the alley there were stacks of bricks and old boards. I spent an hour piling bits and pieces of this debris up to the second story window.

Then, I slowly and quietly peeked into her room. I was never more surprised. She was slowly dancing about the room and she was completely naked! I had never seen any woman as beautiful as her. She was dark, of course, with long, black hair. I was entranced by the fact that her nipples were inverted. 

That was a lovely happenstance. It was my particular fetish. And, of course, her pussy bush was full and black in a charming V shape. But I could see her little pussy lips peeking out as she danced around.

I had never been so hard in my life. I had to release my cock and relieve myself, then and there. I started beating off as if it would be my last time. I came within a minute and my cum shot out against the stucco and dripped down the wall. I felt light headed, and decided that I would have to return another time. 

This had been extremely draining, what with building my make-do scaffold and then jerking off so roughly and vigorously. I carefully crept down from my perch and moved through the darkened streets to the consulate.

You can believe that I would not miss the chance to return the next night. I arrived about the same time as last night and crawled up my still standing makeshift stairway to heaven. Again, with the light shining our the window, I gazed into her room, and again she was dancing naked around the room. 

Now came the moment of truth. I cleared my throat. She froze. Then she slowly turned, and I could see she immediately recognized me. You see, she had been watching me at the bazaar as much as I was watching her. We had both liked what we saw. And she smiled. God, I was in ecstasy.

She quickly beckoned that I enter fast. I knew she feared getting caught. I also knew she wanted me. I whispered to her and she whispered back. It was so charming. She spoke broken English with a French accent! It was so cute and lovable. I was completely entranced. 

I slowly enveloped her in my arms and just hugged her with a joy I had never known. She also embraced me and laid her precious head against my fast-beating heart.

Then I gently took her face in my hands and gave her the first kiss she had ever received from a man. So, I made it special, gentle, and sensuous as I could. 

Her lips tasted like honey. She probably had been eating baklava for a treat. It made her lips a treat for me. They were soft and she knew how to kiss with a naturally sexual sensibility. I made it last. This was going to be a long night, if I had my way, and I would.

She knew nothing, but she was a natural lover. She was the first to force her tongue into my mouth and we traded tongues. Then I nuzzled and licked her neck and her ears. I could tell this was making her very randy because she began rubbing her sweet pussy against my still clothed crotch. As I said, a natural.

I stepped back and held my hand up in the universal stop sign. She pouted but smiled when I began stripping and I was soon as naked as she, with my white skin contrasting with her dark complexion. I couldn't hide my cock sticking out and up, pointing at the ceiling. 

I could see she was fascinated by it. She had probably never seen a grown man's prick. She slowly reached out and took it in her little hand. Then, with a gentleness, she began to stroke it. And it got even harder. This, I could see, made her happy. She grinned.

We both began touching each other's genitals. For her it was an exploration into the unknown. For me it was paradise. I felt her pubic hair, probed into her pussy and stroked her labia. She shivered. That was the first cum she had ever experienced with a man. Then I laid her down on her bed. I placed myself beside her. 

She had not let go of my cock. Sweet. I began squeezing and sucking on her tits. I sucked her inverted nipples and they popped out as if to say hello. After I stopped sucking they became inverted again. Cute.

While she still held my cock in her little hand I began kissing my way down her belly. Finally she had to release me, but a smile came to her as I moved my mouth to the little clit peeking out of its hood. I was very gentle. 

This was her first time for many things. Her pussy getting eaten was one of them. I licked her clit and slid my tongue down into her black bush. Perhaps later we would shave it together. That could be great fun.

I licked and sucked as she started cumming. This was very surprising for her. But she really enjoyed it, so much that she grabbed my head and began humping against my face. I relished that! But I didn't want only pussy eating tonight. This night would be the night she lost her virginity.

She had a high bed, so I moved between her legs, pulled her to the edge of the bed and prepared to enter virgin territory. I could see she was fascinated by it all. She stretched her neck to watch as I slowly pressed my cockhead into her pussy. It was so fucking wet. 

I slid right in, to the membrane. Then I kissed the inside of her leg by her knee, licked it and thrust my cock through her maidenhead. She squealed with a cry muffled by her little hand.

Then I began to slowly and deliciously fuck my no-longer virgin Arab buttercup. She fucked me right back. She was loving the pleasure of her first cumming and fucking. I was determined not to cum in her. I wanted to introduce her to another kind of sex act. 

So I rammed my dick into her pussy as she came around it, and dripped her pussy juices down her thighs into her virgin ass and onto the bed. The bedspread soaked up tons of pussy cum that night.

Finally, I withdrew without having cum myself. I don't think she even knew that a man could cum, too. She was so naive. I took her hands and raised her up. The bed was very high, so I had her take a pillow, put it on the floor, and I sat on the edge. Then I had her kneel between my legs and brought her sweet lips to my cock. 

She was a natural, as I said. She knew exactly what to do, if a little unsure of herself. She licked my dickhead and tasted her own pussy honey for the first time. She grinned around the head and began taking it into her mouth. I could feel her tongue probing my pisshole, then she began swirling her tongue around my prick.

Now, I began to fuck her mouth. She took it all. She loved it all. She made me finally cum. And like a little trooper, she sucked and swallowed all of it. And seemed to like it. She did like it, because she grinned at me.

I knew the danger we both were in, so I brought her up into my arms, hugged her, kissed her, and told her I had to go. She started to sob. Really sobbing. It broke my heart. I made her understand something. I would be back, as many times as I could.

And somehow, someway, I would get her out of this place and back to California with me. This I vowed on my honor. She believed me. She smiled. The future was ours.

Little Arab Buttercup Ch. 02



All had gone as planned. I had been able to secretly and discretely get my little buttercup out of her Northern Africa country. I had simply made very special plans with a French smuggler in the port. We knew who all the players were at the consulate. We kept track. We sometimes used them for missions that were not quite kosher, so to speak. 

I was good friends with the CIA operative in the consulate. His title was Secretary of something or other, but we all knew his mission here. And we had become buddies. He was more than happy to help me out as long as it did not compromise any ongoing missions.

In fact he was glad to help me. The family my little buttercup belonged to had known ties to Al Qaeda in North Africa. It would be a welcome venture to strike at them in this way, just to get a little of our own back in a small way. 

They would, of course, be upset when she was discovered gone, but they would think twice about asking for the help of the U. S. consulate in such a situation. In fact, they would be more likely to assume some Arab enemy had struck at them in this manner.

Her name was Aisha. She was so happy to get out of her stultifying life and into the free world that she wanted to fuck me right there on the boat. I was happy to do so. She was given her own little bunk in a quiet, hidden part of the boat, and there I fucked my flower again. 

I took all of her clothes off, tossed them away to discard later, and began exploring her body. It was just as beautiful as I had remembered. Her skin was dusky, her hair black as the night, and her breasts proud and round. She had a perfect hour-glass figure, with wide hips and an ass that reminded one of cantaloupes, it was so rounded.

I stripped and she immediately went for my cock. I was to find that she was sexually insatiable. That was new to me, but I had no problem with it now. She grabbed my dick and started making love to it in every way she could have imagined in her little room upstairs. She licked and sucked my balls. She

licked and sucked my cock. She gobbled and drooled with a passion I loved and came to expect later in our life together.

I looked up and saw that the captain and his two crew members were watching from behind the curtain surrounding the bunk. They had their cocks out of their breeches. They were all hard and were holding their dicks in an anticipatory way. As if they were ready to go. Fuck it, I thought, let them watch. It turns me on more. And it did. I got even harder.

I fucked her face with vigor and force and she took it all with the joy of a true little tart. She sucked me and even deep-throated me. She was such a natural at sex. I began shooting my streams of cum into her throat and she gobbled and drooled with pleasure. Very avidly. I was to learn she could not be filled when it came to sucking dick.

Finally, I pulled out and she whimpered with the loss. Then she looked around and saw the crew with their hard cocks that they had been slowly jerking as I fucked her face. She smiled at them, then at me, then said in French and English, "Je t'adore, mon petit chou-chou, but please, mon amor, may I have some more?"

It came as a shock, but it should not have. She had made love to me the first night we met. She was truly a sexual being. I loved her. I needed to accept her as she was or forget her. That I was not willing to do. I thought quickly and decisively and then said, "You may have all you want, my love."

The crew was listening. First the captain moved forward, grabbed her tits and then squeezed them hard, causing her inverted nipples to pop out. She squealed and whimpered with lust and happiness. Then he offered his filthy cock and she happily began sucking on it. 

The other two moved in and started touching her everywhere they could find woman flesh. They mauled her tits, they pushed their fingers into her cunt and even fucked her ass with a finger or two. She took it all, and her eyes begged for more.

The captain shot his cum on her face when he was through fucking it, and she wiped it off and ate it. Another cock was shoved into her mouth and she gladly took it. The last crew member was too horny to wait. 

He was jerking off as his fellow crew member took his blow job. Both came at the same time and both shot their cum in her face and on her pretty, perky tits. She was covered with French cum. She was smiling with happiness.

I found some cloth to dampen and wiped her off. I still loved her so much. Maybe even more now. It was time for them to sail. I had taken leave for a week and would fly to Marseille to meet her. I said my goodbyes and I knew she would be fucked for the whole trip. 

These men liked pussy, and she loved cock. My little Arab buttercup was embarking on a whole new voyage of life. She asked me clearly, "May I fuck them? May I learn from them how to please you, mon ami!" "Of course, my love. Use them and make yourself happy."

Two days later I met Aisha at the hotel she was staying at. She was so happy to see me. She did really love me. She wanted to try something she had read about in a dirty magazine she had found in a street kiosk. 

She wanted to have anal sex. And she wanted something more. She wanted to eat pussy. She wanted to make love to another woman. I knew no women in Marseille, but I knew where to find an available one.

I left Aisha and went a few blocks away to where the street walkers congregated. I saw one that struck my fancy. She was a petite red head. I always tended towards red heads. And she had her hair cut like a pixie. She was even half-way pretty for a hooker. 

I approached her, we made a deal, and we went back the hotel room where Aisha was waiting. When we entered, I saw she had prepared. She was stretched out naked on the bed and her pussy was already wet. I could see the drips of cum on her hairy pussy.

Our hooker was called Marie, of course. They all were. First, I gave her the money which she placed in her purse and then she began to strip. Aisha sat up to watch, and was so fascinated by the shaved pussy that Marie displayed. She begged me to shave her later. "No problem. It would be pleasing to do it mon amore." 

When Marie had completed her strip I told her what we wanted.

"I am going to fuck Aisha in the ass while she eats your pussy. Is it dirty? She wants it dirty for the first time she does it." Marie assured me her cunt had been fucked several times today already and was filthy with spunk. So Marie moved up against the headboard, Aisha moved quickly to start licking and sucking the dirty cunt, and I moved in to fuck her ass.

Marie was already whimpering with lust at being eaten by a young girl, and Aisha was drooling and gobbling up the pussy juice Marie was producing. Aisha was inexperienced, but she was enthusiastic, and that always worked well in cunt lapping. 

I had stripped down to nothing. My six inch cock was standing high. I put on a condom and moved in to fuck some Arab ass. I started pushing my cock head in and Aisha moaned with lust. I pushed harder and she started pushing back.

Now we had a hard ass fucking. The hardest I had ever been part of. She was so young and tight, but I rammed her as hard as I could, because that was what she wanted. I could feel my cock tearing the inner flesh, but she kept pushing back wanting more and more. I crammed all I had up her bung hole and she squealed with pleasure and pain.

All this occurred while she was sticking her tongue into French whore cunt. She must have been enjoying that because I could see she kept gulping down all the cum that Marie produced. And Marie was actually enjoying sex for a change, not just acting for a client. 

She kept thrusting her pussy up into Aisha's face. Both of them were cumming and cumming. Finally all my spunk shot up into Aisha's ass and I pulled out fast. She created her first cream pie for me. I knelt over and gave her a rim job. Eating her ass out with all of my cum was a major turn on.

Now Aisha quit sucking pussy and turned around to suck my filthy cock. She did it with a grin and a gobble. Meanwhile Marie began rimming Aisha, licking up all the cum I had not been able to eat. 

She rammed her tongue up that abused ass and licked the cream and blood still oozing out. Aisha cleaned me up good. We all finally relaxed on the bed and enjoyed fondling pussies and tits and my cock. A fine time had been had by all. I gave Marie a large tip.

After Marie had departed Aisha and I discussed her situation. My CIA friend had given me a contact and I was in the process of getting dummy papers for Aisha. She would soon be on her way to the U. S. to be met by me when my tour was complete. 

Meanwhile, she was to stay with my family in California. What we discussed so deeply was how Aisha was to act while she was staying with my family. She would have to control her urges. She agreed readily because she loved me deeply and she knew how lucky she was to get this chance.

Months now passed. I had completed my tour in Northern Africa. I had not re-upped. I was on my way home and looking forward to seeing Aisha again. My family too, of course. I had kept in touch with all of them and my folks had grown to love Aisha. And she had learned to love California and its freedoms. I could not wait to be with them all.

I arrived at the airport to ecstatic greetings from family and my Aisha. She looked so American now. And her English had improved so much that she used it only now. She no longer spoke French and English and Arabic all at the same time. We gathered my things and with my arm around Aisha we all went to the family home.

The first thing we did that week was to get married. They had planned it all for me while I was away. My sweet little Arab buttercup would so happy to be married to her love. And it was what I had dreamed of for months now. The wedding went off fine. In fact, better than fine.

The night before we had a special party for the men who were standing up with me at the altar. Just the men and me and Aisha. This was her special surprise. I was going to make her very happy. I knew her so well. 

We all went out to dinner, then we went to a hotel room I had rented especially for the occasion. The men had no idea what was going to happen. I was getting odd looks from all of them as we went up in the elevator with Aisha dressed in her sundress and sandals. It was summer.

First, I had all the men sit down where ever they felt comfortable. Then I ordered Aisha to take off her clothes slowly and sensuously. The men were actually agape with wonder. I could see bulges in some pants. Aisha stripped and then began to do one of her dances that I had seen back in the old country. 

The men looked at me and I said, "This is for her and for you and for me. We need to strip too and and I want to see how long it takes for each of you to cum on my baby. And the first to cum on her gets to fuck her first later."

It didn't take a second command. They took off everything as fast as they could and their dicks were getting hard. Two, I knew were getting hard looking at the other men. That was cool. I had lots of bisexual and gay friends. There were many in the services. Then they all began to jack off and little Aisha knelt in the middle of the room awaiting the bukkake to come. She had the broadest of grins on her sweet face.

I was joining in. This was my baby and I loved her and wanted to share in all her love making. The two gay guys started jerking off watching each other, but all the rest were looking at Aisha's luscious ass and tits and her freshly shaved cunt. Soon all were extremely hard and were jacking as fast as they could.

I was not the first to cum. So I was not the first to fuck her later. But I would be getting plenty of Aisha pussy in my life with her. The names don't matter. 

One fellow started cumming on her face and screaming with pleasure as he did it. Aisha opened her mouth to catch as much as she could, but most covered her face. Soon others were shooting spunk into her mouth and on her tits and face. It was dripping all the way down to her cunt. 

She was soon covered with sperm and was rubbing it into her inverted nipples and all over her body. I had not taken long, but every man had his cum on my baby, except the two gay guys who had sucked each other off. Each to his own.

Now the first to cum on her had to revive his cock. He had been allowed a few minutes while the others had hosed my baby. Now he was hard again. He moved in to get his new reward. 

Aisha was on her back on the bed, covered with cum and awaiting more in her pussy. He began fucking her and held her legs wide and high as he humped her cunt as she squealed with glee. It took about ten minutes for him to cum again. She whimpered as he withdrew from her little cunny.

"Who is next," she cried, "please fuck me more, please."

The names did not matter. Each man stepped up and fucked my baby as I watched and jerked my dick. Since they had all shot their wad once already each one took more time to fuck and cum in my baby than usual. She loved it. 

One fucked her doggy style and she pushed back so hard as he rammed her and rammed her. When he had shot his wad another moved in and fucked her ass. This was a favorite for her now. He came in her ass and filled it with man spunk. 

It drooled out and gave the next man plenty of lubricant as he fucked her ass too. Each man fucked her the way he wanted. She did not care what they choose. She wanted and needed them all.

The two gay men were enjoying fucking each other in the ass and having other men around to watch. This was their dream come true. They were happy, so I was happy.

All the while I had been sticking my cock in her mouth for a blow job. I finally came again and she ate me as she was getting fucked. At last I sent them all away. They washed as well as they could, gathered their clothes and each gave Aisha a kiss of admiration for her fortitude and honest love of sex.

The next day was a happy day of festivity for my family. They had no clue. They just loved me and they loved my Aisha. And all the groomsmen spent the whole ceremony with huge grins on their faces. It was a great occasion.

And it was only the beginning for my little Arab buttercup.



Little Arab Buttercup Ch. 03



My little Arab buttercup, Aisha, had been married to me for over a year now. I found work with a civilian contractor for the military. My technical and computer training in the army gave me the knowledge and experience they needed there in Silicon Valley. 

We were living about thirty minutes away from my job. Aisha preferred to be called Annie now. She was completely westernized in every way. She always spoke English, and had become fluent.

She was so fluent that she had started writing in English. She was posting some of her poems and stories online. And she read all of the time while I was working. That's how she came to read about Dominance and Submission. 

Some of her stories were erotic, and the sites she posted them on had many different kinds of stories to choose from. She often got ideas for sex play from the stories. We always had to put them into practice.

This is how I became her Master and she became my sub. It started out as just role playing, but soon turned into something much more.

"Welcome home Steve! Did you have a perfect day? I did. I had a good day. I wrote two stories and both were accepted. Now it is time to feed you and make you relax for the evening. I have dinner ready now, Master."

"Hi, buttercup. I'm tired. Ready to eat. Let me wash up. What's this about a master?"

"It is about a game we shall play tonight. Okay? Let us eat and we shall talk about it."

So I went in and washed up and then we dined. She was learning to cook American food, but she still liked to prepare something familiar from her youth. I learned to like Mediterranean and North African style cooking. I had always enjoyed Italian and Greek. This was just a little different with new spices and flavors. It was good.

"So Steve, there is something I want to try. May we? It would be playing that you are my Master and I am your submissive little slave. Would that please you? I would have fun with it. Let us try it tonight, okay? I will be a good little pet to you my Master."

"Okay, you little scamp. We'll play your game. Let's finish eating and we can play later."

It was a Friday so I would not have to work again until Monday. This was lucky, as it turned out. The weekend became more intense than I have ever expected. I think even Annie was surprised. She had thought to have some role playing fun. It turned into a life changing experience.

While Annie was washing dishes and cleaning up the kitchen I spent some time on the computer. I had never actually been part of the BDSM scene. It was rather new to me. I had ideas, of course. But it never hurts to do some research into a subject. 

I would discover that it was an intricate lifestyle with many nuances that I found interesting. But for now I was planning to keep it simple. I would be the Master, of course. I didn't have a submissive personality. 

But Annie had already shown that she liked to be used in sex. I would be glad to use her again, as I had done many times before. This time, it would carry different undertones.

Some of the things that Masters or Mistresses used to please themselves and their subs were not to be found in our home. I would make do. I had belts, of course. And candles. I would find other things to make the experience new and exciting. I went in to shower as I was feeling sweaty from the heat of a California summer.

I heard the bathroom door opening as I was washing my hair. I had shampoo on my head and I didn't want to open my eyes. The shower door opened. I felt hands on my chest, and roaming down to my cock. It was becoming engorged as my buttercup began to stroke it. I thought it was time to start the role playing.

"Get on your knees slave! Now. I want you to submit. Hear me, little slut? On your knees, now."

I finished washing the shampoo out of my eyes and glanced down to see Annie looking up with water pouring down over her as she knelt in submission. She was smiling and she was reaching up to take my prick again.

"Little slut, you will wait for orders. Why do you smile? Do not smile or touch me until I allow it. Is that understood, my bitch?"

Her eyes were now lowered and she was trembling. Perhaps with fear, perhaps with a tiny bit of laughter. We would see. But she was following orders. That was good. I was still hard. I was enjoying this. I finished showering and told her to get out.

"Dry me first little sub. I don't want to get a chill. When you have finished you may dry yourself off and come into the bedroom. Understood?"

She nodded, and began using the large towel to dry me, making sure that she fondled my balls and dick. I remained hard. I could see her inverted nipples were hardened. Her long black hair was wet, but she would dry it before coming to me, and she would be lovely, as always.

When she came into our bedroom I was prepared. I had found some of her scarves in a dresser drawer. I also had found some candles in the sideboard in the dining room. We would see if she enjoyed being a submissive slave or not. A little pain might change her mind. I would enjoy finding out.

"Get on the bed. Stretch out and spread your arms and legs. I'm going to tie you to the bed with these scarves. Did you have something to say, slave? No? I thought not. Hurry. I'm getting horny and I want to use you now."

She scrambled onto the bed and spread out with her wide eyes glistening in the light from the candles I had scattered around the room. Her arms stretched toward the bedposts as I tied them tightly. I moved to do the same with her legs. When she was as I wanted her I smiled at her.

"Are you ready to be used my little slut? You will be used. You will submit. You are my sex pet now and you'll do as I wish. Understood, little cunt?"

"Yes Master. I want only to serve you. Use me Master. Please use me."

With that, still smiling, I took one of the candles from the dresser and approached the bed. I carefully crawled up to her side and then I tilted the candle. It began dripping onto her nipple. She cried out as I dripped more hot wax onto the other breast. 

"Is that good, pet? Do you want more? You are not to come yet. Understood?"

"It is so good Master. It hurts, but it is so good. I have to come, please, Master. My pussy is so hot now."

"No. You won't come. Hear me? Not until you are told to do so. I'm going to have some more fun now."

I was allowing the candle to drip down her chest onto her tummy. I filled her navel and then dripped directly onto her cunt. She cried out again, and I could see tears in her eyes. But her pussy was thrusting up and I could see she wanted badly to come for me.

"When I drip this candle wax onto your clit you may come. Do you hear me, slut. I am letting you come now."

I dripped onto her clit and she writhed as the pain made her have an intense orgasm. Her whole body was straining against the tethers as she came and came. I could see her tingling as I leaned over and began sucking on her tits. 

Each inverted nipple popped out for me as I sucked and bit her tits. Some wax came off as I sucked but most stuck. She was crying out with joy as she continued coming. It was my turn now.

I placed the candle on the side table. Then I lowered my ass down onto her face, with my nuts hanging on her chin. I pressed down and her tongue began licking my ass. I leaned down and peeled the wax off of her breasts and the rest of her body, down to the pussy. She was used to wax being used to bare her cunt. 

Now we had used it to make her come. I felt her tongue entering my ass hole. My prick became harder still. I moved back and she took each ball into her mouth to suck on it. I was pleased.

Now I wanted to come. I had allowed her to come and it was time for the Master to give her his seed. 

I rose up and turned around with my knees beside her chest and tits. I took my cock and pressed her tits together around it and began to fuck her cleavage. She stretched her tongue out trying to lick my prick as it came out with each thrust. I was groaning and telling her she was my pet.

"Yes Master. I am your pet. Use me Master. Come for me Master."

"I will come when I wish, slut. Ah, shit, you're a good piece of ass my little one."

I continued fucking her tits until I felt my come approaching. I started hand jerking then, getting ready to spray her face with spunk. Her mouth was wide and she was moaning and straining at the scarves, wanting to stroke my cock and get all of my milk, there and then. I jacked and yelled out to her that I was coming.

"Take it. Open your mouth. Oh, fuck. Take it baby girl. Shit, I'm coming!"

It spurted out onto her face. Some hit her tongue and she gobbled it up, but I kept squirting on her face and she was begging to eat my come. I crammed my cock into her mouth and she sucked it as if her life depended upon getting every drop of sperm into her throat.

That had been most pleasant. For both of us, I was sure. I untied the scarves and cuddled with my Annie. I had loved her dearly since I found her in that North African country I extracted her from. She had been nothing but grateful ever since. Even if she had enjoyed the pleasure of other men, when I allowed it. 

Anyway, this new Master and sub roleplaying could become more important, I was thinking. But for the time being we cuddled and went to sleep.

The next day we spent as normal, but I noticed Annie was a little more deferential to me than usual. She seemed to be constantly seeking my approval. She always got it. I adored her. But it was giving me the feeling that I was indeed the Master now. It was a role, but it was slowly turning into a personality change. Or perhaps, it was my true side coming out, and hers too.

We spent the day doing yard work and chores that the weekend often necessitated. But I was beginning to look forward to some new sexual play in the evening, after dinner, and I was mulling over ideas in my mind.

"Buttercup, my pet. Come here and kneel. Your Master wants to speak to you."

I was sitting in my easy chair and Annie was on the sofa with her legs pulled up, relaxing and reading. She immediately put the book down on the coffee table and came to me. She knelt and placed her hands on her thighs. Her eyes were cast down. I was pleased with her.

"You're a good pet. You're learning quickly how to please Master. Do you want to be used again tonight? Just nod your head and that is sufficient."

Her head nodded enthusiastically. I reached out and tilted her head up by her little chin. Her long, black hair fell about her lovely face and she smiled at me. I allowed it. I leaned over and kissed her lips. She returned the kiss eagerly. I drew back and wiggled my finger at her. She dipped her head again. But the smile remained.

"Come my slave. We're going to the bathroom. I want every stitch of clothing off by the time we get there. Quickly, little slut!"

She scampered toward the bath room as I leisurely walked behind her. When I arrived in the room she was nude. Her arms hung by her side as she awaited my orders. I walked over and stood before her.

"You may remove my clothing now. Take your time. I want you to observe how my body reacts to your touch. I want to feel your adoration. Understood, little slave?"

She nodded her head as she began disrobing me. I was only wearing my shoes and socks, along with a shirt, pants, and my underwear. It shouldn't have taken long to get them off, but she lingered, touching me and smiling as she did so. 

She especially loved taking my underwear off because I was rampant now. My prick was hard and she knew she was the cause. She was a proud little pet. She touched me but did nothing further, awaiting orders.

I sat down on the toilet stool, with the lid down. I took her by the hands and then laid her over my lap, with my cock poking up into her tummy. Her broad ass was there before me, awaiting what she needed now.

"You may come for me now. I'm going to give you the spanking you need to teach you again who is Master. I want to feel your cunt juices running over my lap and my dick. Understood, my pet? You may come, but no noises. You will take this and like it, but no squealing."

And with that I began smacking her butt with my bare hand. It soon became red with my handprints, and I also soon felt the moisture her cunt was dripping onto my lap, covering my prick in pussy juice. She had placed a hand over her mouth, for fear she would make a sound and make Master angry.

When my hand started to hurt I knew it was time for me to stop. Master didn't want to hurt himself. The sub could take it, and like it, of course.

"Get up little slut. Time to praise Master's prick. See how enthusiastic you can be about sucking my cock, slave."

I helped her up and she knelt on the little rug before the seat. She grabbed my cock and began licking it up and down, tasting her own fluids as she stroked me. One hand was fondling my nuts as she started to bob her head up and down on my prick. 

I was hard, and couldn't get much harder, and the head of my cock was throbbing with pleasure. I had my hands twisted in her raven hair as I forced her to take more of me into her throat. But I was not going to come yet. I let her bring me to the brink.

"Enough, slut. That's all you get of him tonight, that way. Sit on my lap and take my cock into your pussy. But if you come I will stop this whole thing now and send you to bed. Understood?"

She nodded her head in submission and slowly placed her legs on each side of my lap. Then she lowered herself onto my prick, standing straight up, and took it into her cunt. 

I could feel her body accepting and adoring my dick as it entered her. Her pussy was very wet from the earlier coming, but she was being good. I don't think she was coming now. Not yet, anyway. She started moving slowly up and down as my cock filled her fully. I was feeling it now. Wanting to come, but wanting to wait, too.

She was moving faster and faster and I was getting closer and closer. Enough. I wanted to do more things. I was not ready yet. I spoke to her.

"Come on my cock now, slave."

Her release was almost comic. Her pussy cream almost flooded down my cock and covered my pubic area. She was grunting and coming, humping her Master's prick. I had to stop it or I was going to shoot into her cunt.

"Enough my pet. Enough. Stop now. Get up. If it was good for you then lick my cock clean."

She lifted her cunt from my cock and got between my legs. She gobbled all her own juices from my dick. Licking it lovingly. Cleaning it for the Master.

"That's good, my pet. Stop again. Your Master needs you to get in the bath tub."

She rose up again and stepped into the tub. I followed her and bent her over. I started the shower running and adjusted the water temperature, and as the water flowed over us I started feeding my still hard cock into her ass. 

She moaned, because she did love getting ass-fucked. I was wet and ready for a hard, rough fuck. She needed to feel me ramming into her with all of my force. I would show her how a Master fucked ass. With brute force, and deep, so deep that she would remember it. 

I began cramming all of that hard cock into her ass that I could, and her moaning changed to deep groans of lust. But again, I told her to hold her coming for when I wanted it to happen. Not until then.

Screwing her was fine. She was my lover and my pet, and now my slave. I was huffing with the force of my fucking. I was becoming winded with all the energy I was expending, but I kept fucking her until I knew it was time to fill her butt with my spunk. I howled as I began filling her up deep inside. I

yelled at her to come for me. She started squealing as her pussy let loose her juices and she cried out how much she loved her Master. Oh, shit, it was a great fuck. I was spurting come into her over and over.

With the water coming down upon us, I withdrew from her ass. I washed my prick and her ass and let the water and soap flow down the drain. Then I stepped out of the tub. She was getting one last lesson in who was Master.

"I know you're tired, my pet. I know you've been used well tonight. You agree? Yes, you agree. Now I want you to kneel in the shower and enjoy what Master has for you now. Quickly little pet."

She got on her knees and looked up into my eyes. Not a word did she say. She didn't smile. I had not told her she could do either. She was trained, and very quickly it would seem. What a true sub she was now. One last test would show me for sure. My cock was limp now and dangling. But I took it up in my hand and I pointed it at her face.

"Open your mouth pet. That's it sweet sub. Master has a treat for you."

I began to piss on her face and into her mouth. She couldn't help but smile, even if I had not told her she could. I would forgive it this one time. I continued spraying my piss into her face and it flowed over her body, along with the still flowing shower. 

I could see her nipples standing out hard as I pissed on them. Then I shot into her cunt and told her to come for me. She did. She shuddered as her body felt the massive orgasm throughout her body. And the pissing continued until I was dry. Then I stepped forward and fed her some prick. She grabbed him and loved him, as she loved me.

And I loved her.



Little Arab Buttercup Ch. 04



These are the tales of my little Arab buttercup. My Aisha, now Annie. Having brought her out of Africa, so to speak, we had settled into American life. Working in Silicon Valley was good work for me. 

And with my well paid job my buttercup could spend her days writing and learning to be a good American. She loved it here. She also loved me. More than anything in the world. 

I had rescued her from a life she had hated and never wanted to think of again. Now we had moved on in our relationship. I was now the Master, and she was my submissive little pet. She could not be a better slave and slut. We continued to have fun and grow into our roles.

Coming home one day I could see that something was on her mind. After she arose from her knees at my command, she went about getting dinner ready. She was quieter than normal. She was pleasant to me, of course. 

As she served dinner I could see she was wanting to say something, but was holding back. She didn't fear me, because she knew I loved her with an overwhelming passion, but she was now submissive enough not to wish to bother me if it wasn't necessary. I could see she was letting me relax from my day at work and enjoy my meal. She was such a great cook. Tonight she had made a favorite of mine. It was stuffed grape leaves. I loved them.

After the meal she cleaned up and I went into the den to read. I heard her putting the dishes in the washer, and cleaning up around the dining room and kitchen. Then she came into the den. She went down on her knees, bowed her head, and waited to be recognized.

"What is it my pet? Speak up dear Annie."

"Master, if it would please you, I was wondering. I mean, I was thinking. Would my Master enjoy watching another man use me? Remember, Master, when we escaped on the boat to France? How the crew men used me? I think my Master enjoyed that. If it pleases you, Master, I enjoyed it too. I know I am a slut. I am sorry if you are displeased with me. I will be quiet and let you read."

It was strange. My buttercup was often quite perceptive. How had she read my mind? I had been thinking of the pleasure I'd found in watching her used by the captain and his two crew members. Also the street whore I brought to the hotel room. 

That had been great fun for both of us. We were not Master and sub then, but she was still wonderfully pleasing to me. I was thinking more about it, now that she had brought up the subject. Perhaps it would be something agreeable to me to watch her being used. Even using her at the same time. Yes, I could see that happening.

"You're allowed to tell me what you're thinking, my pet. Never be afraid to speak what you feel and think. I would never punish that. Let Master mull it over. In the meantime, come sit in my lap. Let Daddy hold his girl."

With giggles she launched herself into my lap and snuggled her head into my shoulder. Her hand automatically went to my crotch and began rubbing my boner. I was hard, of course. She did that to me, almost always. I blew in her ear and then I licked it and gave it a nip. She giggled and offered me her lips to kiss. I wanted them right now.

I started softly kissing her, building the intensity as my passion rose. Her lips were so soft and gentle, but they did enjoy a little roughness. I bit them and then ran my tongue into her mouth, tasting and smelling the lipstick she wore for me. She pressed her tongue against mine and our lips were rubbing and twisting as we made out like two teenagers. I did love my buttercup. 

She slid down my zipper and dug out my cock. I was allowing her a little freedom here. She should have asked. My cock was responding to her caressing strokes. She loved my prick with a passion.

"Master, may I kiss him? I think he misses me now. Yes?"

"It would please me, pet. Hop off and clean my prick after a hard day's work. He's nice and tasty, I'm sure."

She was so eager as she skittered down between my spread legs. Her mouth was lavishing praise on her Master's cock with licks up and down the still shaft. Her thumb was rubbing the head and making me want to come, but not yet. 

I allowed her to have her fun and do as she wished. It was all very good to me. Her spittle was making my trousers damp, but it was of no consequence. She would be cleaning them later.

With strong suction her mouth engulfed my prick. She fondled my nuts carefully. She knew they were tender. She did love sucking on them, though. But now she was attending to my cock head with her white teeth. Nibbling away at my cock and then suddenly taking the whole thing into her mouth. I couldn't help but hump my ass and ram it farther down her throat. She had learned to swallow it, with a little gagging, but with love and lust.

I was fucking her face now. I held her head tight and gave her my best. She took it all, while whimpering with passion. Her eyes were tearing up and dripping on my lap, along with her drool. I decided to give her what she wanted. What she needed was lots of my seed filling her mouth. It was time. I grunted and humped and my spunk surged out and she eagerly began swallowing and holding my cock in her hand. 

She wanted it all. She was getting it as I kept spurting for about a dozen squirts of come. She had not swallowed it all. As I eased off, and withdrew, she opened her mouth with pride. She showed me what she still had in her mouth, ran it around with her tongue, and then swallowed it with glee.

We went to bed that night tired and fulfilled again. I drifted off thinking of what she had spoken of earlier. It would actually be a good lesson for my little sub to learn how to please me and a friend at the same time. If I desired that, of course. What I desired counted most. 

But I did always want her happy. No one wants a pet who is not happy with her condition. She should take punishment when necessary, but should always love her Master, and want to please him forever. I had in mind a friend who might do the trick.

My place of business was in Silicon Valley. It was not the center of the tech world anymore, but it still had plenty of corporations with offices there, working on new applications and software. And the staff in my workplace were a mixed bag. We had all kinds of men and women. 

A lot were ex-military, because some of our work involved applications and hardware for the armed forces. One buddy of mine there had been a staff sergeant, as had I. He'd served in the infantry. He'd used in the field some of the things our company had produced. We got along well. He happened to be a black man by the name of Jeremy.

"Morning Jeremy. Ready to do it again?"

"Why not, Steve? How you doing, Sarge?"

"Very well, thanks. I need to talk to you at lunch Sarge, so let's eat together. Good?"

"You got it. I was brown bagging it today, but I can leave that for another day and we can go out."

We continued on to our own cubicles to get to work. At about 11:30 we broke for lunch, and Jeremy and I walked out and across the street to the diner some of us enjoyed. We ate there often. I said hello to Gladys, our waitress, and she smiled at us as she took our order. While waiting for the food to come I got down to brass tacks.

"Listen, Jeremy. I'm going to get a little personal here. If you get uncomfortable just let me know, and I'll drop it."

"I think I can handle it Sarge. If you're going to tell me you're gay, I knew that dude. It's cool."

I laughed and continued.

"Right. Anyway, I was going to say, I have an interesting life with my wife, Annie. You haven't met her yet, but she's Arabic. She's also my sub. You know what I mean? We have a dominant/submissive relationship. This is getting into sex now, so let me know if I should stop."

"It could be embarrassing, if I hadn't seen it all already, Steve. You and I have seen the world, and all it has to offer. No embarrassment here, Sarge. Continue."

"Okay. So here's the deal. Annie and I would like to share our relationship with another man. Honestly, my pet is a little slut and she can't get enough cock, if you get me. And I enjoy seeing her with other people. It won't hurt our marriage in the least. This is our thing now. So, anyway. Are you interested? You would be the new man for her. It might be just the one time, or it might be more. We'll see how it goes."

"Hell, man. You know my wife left me while I was deployed. I get by, but to tell the truth, I get damned horny. This sounds fine to me, as long as you don't expect me and you to be doing anything. I'm not into it. I didn't think you were, either."

"I'm not Jeremy. You and I would both be using my little buttercup. That's what I call her. And, believe me, she can handle two of us. She's taken on more than that." And I laughed again.

So, we were served and we ate our lunch, dropping the subject at hand and moving on to work related items. We finished in less than an hour and got back to the grind. I told Jeremy I would let him know when it would be going down. Our little sex party, that is. I could see he was quite interested, but he knew how to be patient.

Plans were made. I let Annie know as soon as I arrived home that day. It really brightened up her face to hear she was getting some new cock. She didn't even realize I might get jealous. But, of course I wouldn't. I loved her. I had always loved her and nothing would ever change that. She was my little buttercup, for now, and forever. In any case, I let Jeremy know that he should drop by Saturday evening for dinner and a show. He had laughed at that. It would be fun, I knew.

Jeremy arrived promptly, of course. Once in the service and you knew to be on time. Your life might depend on it. So I introduced him to Annie. She was on her knees awaiting my command to speak to him.

"Jeremy, this is Annie. But you may call her slut, or whore, or anything you please. She exists to please me, and if I wish it, you too. Annie, say hello to Jeremy. You may say what you wish."

"Thank you Master. Hello Mister Jeremy. I am happy to meet you. I hope you will be pleased with the meal I have prepared. I hope you will be pleased with me later. I know Master will punish me if I do not give you pleasure. Thank you for coming."

And her smile was actually a grin. She was really glad to have Jeremy there. I ordered her to rise and begin serving us dinner. I allowed her to join us. I wanted the two of them to actually get to know each other. 

Sex was a good thing, but enjoying the other person as a human being was necessary too. Anyway, the dinner went fine, with Jeremy enjoying her mixture of American and Mediterranean dishes. I always loved her cooking. It was never displeasing to me.

As she was doing the cleanup I took Jeremy into my den. We sat and talked about this and that. Idle chatter, really, awaiting what was to come. I had noticed that Jeremy's cock was already hard. I couldn't help but notice it running down one of his pant legs. It was bigger than mine. I had expected that. But, actually, not that much larger. I knew Annie would enjoy it. I would enjoy seeing it used on her.

She came into the den, went to her knees, and awaited my recognition. I continued talking with Jeremy, letting him see how well trained she was. I was proud of my little pet. Finally I allowed her to rise and sit on the sofa beside Jeremy. I was in my own chair. They had conversed while dinner was going on, and they talked some more now. I could see Jeremy liked buttercup. I could see she liked him. This was going well.

"So tell me Jeremy, what would you like to do to my buttercup? I'll let you decide and I'll help it happen. She'll be happy to do whatever you want, but you may not harm her. At least, not too much. You can't help it if your cock happens to be a little painful, depending on what you do with it. Now I can punish her if she needs it, but I don't expect that to happen. She's on her best behavior tonight."

"Damn, Sarge. You kill me. I can do anything? Annie, you're choice, girl. I would love to eat some of that pussy. Then I'd like to fuck some pussy. I'm a plain kind of man. I like the usual shit, you know? How's that sound little lady?"

"Oh, she'll do as she's told, Sarge. Pet, get up and go into our bedroom. Remove all you clothes. Get on the bed and wait for us. Understood, my little slut? Do it now. Quickly. But don't touch yourself. I don't want you making yourself come yet. Okay little whore? Do it."

When she had scampered out I turned to Jeremy. 

"Let's take off our clothes here. If that's okay with you. I want to go into that room with our cocks hard and let her know what she has to please. This is going to be fun, Sarge."

We both disrobed. Undressing in front of another man was nothing new for us. We had done it dozens, if not hundreds of times, but usually the men involved were not erect as we were now. 

We both glanced at each others pricks and Jeremy had a nice, large, thick cock. Annie would enjoy it. I was okay, with my six inches, but she would be pleased to feel him feed her his seven or so. I wasn't jealous. She belonged to me. He was only going to get to use her when I allowed it.

Anyway, we strolled into the bedroom, and my pet was on the bed. Her legs were spread wide and her arms were at her side. I had told her not to touch herself, and she had followed orders. Good little buttercup, I thought.

"Holy shit! I think I must be dreaming. She's fine, Steve. Can I get some of that pussy? I could really eat me some pussy right now. All shaved off and ready. I can see her cunt lips are swollen. She'll be so fine, man."

"Go to it, Sarge. You eat all you want and she'll like it. I'm just going to watch for now. Have fun. And pet, you may come this time. That's your treat for being such a good little slut. Okay, baby? You can come for Jeremy, so he can eat all he wants of that cunt of yours. You do anything he asks you to do. Understood?"

She nodded and smiled as Jeremy crawled up between her legs. His dick was bobbing back and forth, and I saw her staring at it with a greedy look on her face. She wanted that cock. She would get it, I was sure. I was slowly stroking my dick as I moved to a chair where I could watch the action. 

Jeremy was hungry for pussy, I knew, but he took his time. He was licking her legs from her toes to her knees and then to the inner thighs. He did that several times and she was moaning, looking at me with a pleading look on her face.

"You can speak pet. If you're pleased, say so."

"Thank you Master. Oh thank you...oh thank you Jeremy...oh god please eat me Jeremy. Eat me, please. I need to come."

Her body was squirming and her pussy was getting wetter. I could see it becoming moist with her juices. At last Jeremy pinched her clit and then spread her pussy lips wide and rammed his tongue into her vagina. Her moans were loud as I jerked my prick and enjoyed the view. 

But I wasn't going to come yet. I had an idea of what I wanted. So I was just waiting for Jeremy to enjoy my buttercup. After eating her pussy for about fifteen minutes she started to squirt on his face. It surprised him, but he liked it, and laughed with glee.

Jeremy rose up and went into the bathroom just off the master bedroom. I heard him washing up and then he reappeared, his cock still hard. He was ready for the fucking he had wanted. He glanced at me, and I nodded. I told my little slut to get ready for some hard fucking. 

She was almost worn out from the pussy lapping, but she smiled anyway. Jeremy climbed on the bed, flipped her legs onto his shoulders, and thrust his seven inches into my little buttercup. She wailed with the force of it, but tried to grab his ass cheeks to force him in deeper. He began to fuck her and I watched.

Her little body was shuddering from the force of his thrusts. He wanted that cunt and he was taking it. I admired the way he lifted her whole body off of the bed with his power. I know she would remember this screwing for a long time. She would praise her Master for allowing her to enjoy it. 

He fucked her faster and kept feeding her all of his prick, deep within that pussy that belonged to me. More and more he fucked her and at last his face told me that he was about to come. He shuddered as he stopped and then gave one last hard ram. His come was filling her and I could see it seeping out around his thick cock. My Annie was squealing with the passion he had engendered.

Slowly he withdrew his softening dick, and I could hear her sighs at the loss. But she was not through for the night. Oh no. Master had not been serviced. It was my turn.

"Jeremy. If you want her to suck your cock and clear out the come just stand up. Pet, get up now. I know you're tired little one, but you're not finished. Daddy needs to fuck something tonight, baby. You know that the Master must be pleased. Right, little slut? Crawl down the bed and suck Jeremy's dick. I'm going to fuck your ass, little one. You're the big winner tonight my pet. Do it now. Master is fucking horny! Understand? Hurry."

She scurried down the bed, afraid that I might really be angry. I wasn't, but it didn't hurt to keep her alert. When she grabbed Jeremy's soft prick she sucked out the come, and licked whatever she could from his shaft. 

She was eating her own pussy juices, but she loved her own flavor. I knew that. I moved up behind her, picking up some lubricant as I did, and I squirted some out to spread on my cock and onto her ass hole. Then my dick went into her hole, and she groaned as she licked the cock she was holding.

Pumping into her ass with my six inches was easy now. She was so ready for anything Master had to give. I fucked her and Jeremy started growing again. He grinned at me as I humped her ass. He began to fuck her face as I fucked her behind. 

She was moaning and whimpering as she took it in two holes. I had been stroking while I watched Jeremy use her, and I was almost ready. With a groan I began filling her bung hole with my sperm. I think Jeremy may have come too. I wasn't sure because I was busy, with my eyes shut and grunting.

I was finished. I had used my little buttercup and my buddy had used her too. It was good. She was a good little pet. None better.

Maybe we would do it again. If it pleased the Master, of course.