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Carrie Ann

By: mustanger7up



Carrie Ann is such a pretty song by the Hollies, and such a pretty girl next door. Tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, not fat but not thin, with just enough meat on her bones to grab and hold on to. Large soft breasts, not really firm and hanging with a sexy look about them, wide hips that are just made for fucking. I just hope her Dad, Rod doesn’t ever catch me fucking her. I’m 37 while she is only 19. OK, I know it’s not right but Shit, She has a look that just say’s fuck me Ted in her eyes when I see her.

How this all started was I was in my back yard doing some yard work I had been putting off for too long, She was sitting in the swinging bench on their back porch. And she was smoking a joint! I came around the corner and looked over at her, then smiling,

“Busted, Now your ass is mine Carrie Ann!” 

Grinning at her shocked look. Her eyes wide open with fear. I just had to laugh at her, which pissed her off. Too funny I thought to myself.

“Whatcha doin’ Carrie Ann?”

She lowered her eyes. “Nothing much Ted, just killing time.”

“And brain cells?” I added with a grin. 

She smiled back at me, “Yeah, nothing better to do today I guess.”

I jumped over the fence, Lemme have a hit. 

“Let me have a hit.”

She passed it over to me, it had been about two years since I had any pot so it didn’t take much to make me goofy. We sat on the swing talking about anything, and none of it making any sense, we still had a good time.

Her pretty eyes were all bloodshot from the weed.

“You want a cold beer?”

“Sure Rod has more than he can drink anyways.” With a grin. 

She came back with two.

“I thought you were too young to drink, Oh well blame it on me, say I drank both of them! Then I can have no excuse for getting drunk and letting you take advantage of me.”

“Oh YEAH? Now that sounds interesting to me.” 

Then she leaned over and looked into my eyes said to me,

“I’ve been needing a good fuck lately!” 

Now it was my turn to be shocked, having a 19 year old girl put the make on me. It scared but excited me, I thought maybe she had smoked one too many joints this week. She smiled then kissed me, running her hand up my leg stopping to rest on my dick.

I am only a man, and I don’t always use the head on my shoulders to think with as I leaned over and kissed her back, putting my hand on her large soft tit giving it a slight squeeze. 

“So I take it your no virgin?” I asked already knowing the answer.

She laughed “I could probably teach my wife some things!”

Then we went inside to her room, Carrie Ann quickly undressing as I watched taking off my own clothes. Her body covered with a light sweat from the heat outside, her skin was white as snow, not a sign of a tan line anywhere. She turned around and sat on the edge of her bed, her nipples puffy and pink and her pubic hair trimmed showing the outer edges of her pussy lips. She has thin pussy lips, almost not showing even when she spread her legs open.

“Want some?”

I got on my knees as her legs opened even wider. I held her pussy’s lips open with my thick fingers then kissed her pretty pussy. Inserting my tongue to her inner depths, licking the soft folds of her musky pussy, lightly nibbling her clit with my hot lips. She began to squirm as her hips wiggled around my face, covering it with her wetness as she did. 

Her head tilted back, her arms holding her up at an angle, her large tits swaying as she moved her body as her hips moved in unison with the thrust of my tongue. She gave a small gasp as her passion built, working her way to her orgasm. Her clit getting hard as I sucked it, her pussy’s lips engorged with her hot blood as it pulsed though her inner veins. 

I watched as her stomach tightened knowing that her orgasm was imminent. Her breath coming in great gasps as her chest began to heave, my eyes watching her tits shake as her body quivered from the tongue bath I was giving her now sopping wet pussy. She gave a whimper as her legs closed on my face and achieved her orgasm. Her whole body trembled as she came, moaning softly, almost as if she was afraid someone would hear her as her passion overtook her senses. 

I reached out and put her tit in my hand, giving it a light squeeze and her moans got more pronounced, and her arms fell out to her sides as she lay back and drew her knees up and spread her thighs giving me total access to her slit. I moved my lips lower towards her ass, I gave her puckered asshole a kiss then stuck my tongue out giving her the first rim job she’d ever experienced, as her hips starting bucking wildly against my tongue, I touched her clit, pinching it between my finger tips as she had another orgasm, this one much more extreme than the first.

Her pretty pussy glistened with her dew, her outer lips shiny with my spit and her own wetness, as she pinched her nipples roughly. Pulling them out like she was trying to take them off her chest, her cries coming louder as she did. This girl was fucking HOT! She knew how to make herself feel good, not that I wasn’t a big help today.

My cock was throbbing as one with my heartbeat, as it needed its own relief. I stood up to move her farther back on the bed, when she grabbed my cock and put it lovingly in her hot mouth. Teasing my pee hole with her sharp tongue, licking its head as she swirled her tongue on it. Then swallowing half of it down her sweet tender mouth. She gave me the Blow Job of my life, working her mouth on my cock. She was so gentle as her mouth did its work, shocking me with her talented mouth. Her small hand tickling my hairy balls, while she jacked off the remaining portion of my dick, in time with her heads movement. This was defiantly not her first time doing this.

My balls tightened as I was fast approaching my orgasm, I told her so and it only seemed to fuel her excitement as her suction increased on my pulsing cock. My legs got weak as I held the back of her head, fucking her face. My orgasm exploded, shooting my thick hot heavy load of spunk in her sweet mouth. She sounded like she had an orgasm as she swallowed all she could, some cum dripping down her chin as she looked up at me, her blue eyes sparkling as she slowed down, her soft hand milking every drop of my cum out of my cock. She looked so fucking sexy as she licked her full lips then ran her finger up her chin gathering all the spilt cum off it, then licking her finger clean.

We rested as we held each other, kissing and touching everywhere we could reach. She sucked my nipples, something that I enjoy extremely. My cock getting hard again from the excitement she gave me. I had to have my hard cock in her soon. I didn’t have to wait long, as she rose over me straddling my hips as she lowered her warm pussy on my cock. Slowly, teasingly she rubbed her slit all along my shaft. Getting it soaking wet from the juices that were flooding out of her. 

Then with a dreamy look in her eyes she inserted my cock slowly inside her quivering pussy. I could not believe hot fucking tight she was, or how wet. She put about half in and stopped, getting adjusted to its size, then pulled back up as her inner lips clung to my cock like a slick magnet. It felt so incredible as she lowered herself fully on me with her second attempt my own breath stopped for a second as I felt how good she was.

I started to move my hips, but she told me she wanted me to be still and let her fuck me. Her hands on my chest she began a slow, torturous rhythm, it was all I could do not to throw her on her back and fuck the hell out of her. But I let her do her thing, as I squeezed and pinched her nipples roughly as I had seen her do to herself.

Her hips moved with such a youthful vigor as she began to move faster on me. Our hips making a slapping noise as she forced me as deep as she could on her downward stokes. The sweat on her chest starting to gather and fall down her forming a puddles on my stomach as she kept up her assault on my throbbing cock. I heard her start a purring noise as she fucked me harder, her hips slamming into me now.

Her hand went to her crotch as she pulled on her clit and pinched it tightly. Her wetness covering my balls as she came, her orgasm made her pussy grasp at my cock like a set of fingers wrapping around it, massaging it as she pulled up then slammed up and down over and over harder and harder. Her final orgasm hit and she cried out loudly bringing my own orgasm racing towards her.

I came along with her as our juices mixed as I cried out her name. As we finished our lovemaking, She fell on my chest gasping for air, her face and chest flushed, her hair stuck to her forehead and now on my face as we held each other. She was smiling at me with that dreamy look still on her face when I asked what the look was for. 

“I never came like that before, ever, it was so intense, my legs are still weak” 

We lay there a few more minutes and as she was getting off me, her door opened and there was her mother Linda standing there with shock wrote all over her face. Her eyes started to blaze with the fury building in her.

She started in on me for the “RAPE” of her precious daughter, calling the Police, bla bla bla. When Carrie Ann spoke up, in her soft calming tone.

“Mother, Do you really want to do that? I mean, after me catching you with another man? Do you think dad would want to hear that? I know you need sex to, perhaps I just got that from you. And I am on the pill. Ted didn’t rape anyone, if anything I seduced him!” 

Damn Carrie Ann was cool as a Cucumber under pressure I found out. Her mother looked at us both covered in sweat still, our juices drying on my cock, Linda looked at my cock and unconsciously licked her lips as she did. Both Carrie Ann and I noticed the look on Linda’s face as a blush crept up her neck to her forehead. Hmmm, like mother like daughter I thought.

With that Carrie Ann left her room and soon returned with a warm wet rag and washed my cock for me lovingly, all while Linda stood there. Carrie Ann’s hands were so gentle when she did it that I was becoming hard again. Linda’s eyes never leaving the sensuous sight, she licked her lips again, then in a surprising move she came over to the bed and sat beside me. Her hands took over the chore of washing my balls. She was as gentle washing as me Carrie Ann was, Linda’s eyes glued to my now throbbing cock as she washed down to my ass making sure not to miss anywhere.

Linda looked at me then her head lowered to my cock as she engulfed it, not a slow passionate way, but in a whorish sexually frustrated married woman’s desire to please her own sexual hunger. I could only lay back and enjoy this experience. 

Carrie Ann lay beside me playing with my nipple watching her mother suck my hard cock, she was soon urging her mother on. 

“Oh Yes mom, suck his cock, feel his heat, suck him like a whore, isn’t it wonderful mom?” 

Linda could only moan as I held her face on my cock, pumping my dick like a piston into her mouth. Her lips wrapped on it tightly as she made slurping noises, her head bobbing rapidly up and down her hand gripping my cock tightly jerking it.

Carrie Ann then moved her still wet pussy on my face and I ate her like a starving man, as she began to hump her ass against my face, the stubble from my beard against her inner thighs creating an irritating but sensuous feeling to her. I tasted my own cum long with her juice as Carrie Ann came. She had her head turned to watch Linda sucking my cock like the cock sucking whore Carrie Ann had told her mother to be.

Then lay beside me as we watched Linda perform fellatio on me. I felt my balls churning as I was getting close to Cumming, when Linda got up and hurriedly undressed. Exposing her large white breasts and thick wiry bush, her hips like her daughters only slightly wider and even sexier. 

Damn she has the sexiest tits I’ve ever seen, large slightly drooping as only a mature woman’s can, and having a deep blush on then from her sexual excitement. As she straddled me.

“You know I have always wanted to fuck you Ted, don’t you don’t you!” 

“If I had not known or we would’ve already done this.”

Then she lowered her gorgeous slick cunt on me, her pussy lips puffy from her wanting this, unlike Carrie Ann’s pussy, Linda has really thick cunt lips, hanging down almost an inch and dark tipped even though she was also blonde. And there was nothing loose about her cunt either as it tightly wrapped around my cock almost sucking it inside her as she sat on it.

Her hips wiggled in small circles as she lowered herself on me, her pussy gripping my cock firmly as she did. Her hand went directly to her clit before I was fully inside her steaming cunt. I looked at Carrie Ann and her eyes stared at her mother pussy as it engulfed my hard cock, a new look of lust in them. 

I took Carrie Ann’s hand and put it on Linda’s pussy, she never pulled away almost as if in a trance her finger went to her mother’s hard erect clit. Linda looked at Carrie Ann and just moaned as her daughter’s finger worked its magic on her. I reached to Carrie Ann’s pussy and stuck my finger inside her wet pussy I began to finger fuck her furiously as she fucked them back.

“Oh Yes baby, show momma how you cum, let me see you cum for momma sweetheart!” Linda cried out as Carrie Ann fucked my hand. 

“Suck your mommas tit!” I told her.

She almost attacked the large puffy pink nipple of her mother sucking it with a vengeance. Linda’s pussy was flooding while she pumped on my dick, her voice crying out 

“Oh SHIT, Fuck Me, Oh FUCK, Suck mommas titty Carrie Ann, Uhhuhhuhhh Oh Fuck my cunt harder, I’m Cummmminnnnngggg Nooooooowww!” 

I kept thrusting in Linda’s pussy as she came.

I had to have this woman from the back, so I threw her over roughly on her hands and knees and slammed my cock in her as her head drooped like a horse that had been rode hard and put up wet and not finished yet. 

“Linda, I want you to eat Carrie Ann’s pussy for me baby, I want to see you make her cunt gush her nectar in your face!” 

Carrie Ann quickly moved in front of her mother face her legs open and told Linda.

“Yes momma, Please do it, suck my pussy, Oh PLEASE, Eat me mother!”

Linda stuck her face in between her legs and sucked her clit, Carrie Ann immediately started crying out as she held her mothers hair tightly in her tiny hands, forcing Linda to suck her cunt. Linda’s pussy shot juice on me, I felt it as it hit my crotch. I began to cum, spurting my thick load into her womb, filling her until it spilled out on us. 

“Turn around Bitch, make her clean your sloppy cunt!”

Carrie Anne and Linda got into the 69 position and fucked each other’s mouths. Their climaxes were nothing but tremendous, each one moaning and grunting like animals as they sucked each other’s cunts. Linda’s wide hips covering Carrie Ann’s face totally since she was on top. I watched as her ass cheeks flexed with her orgasm flooding her baby girls face as Carrie Ann slurped up her mother’s juices. It has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, including any Porn tape with the lesbian scenes in them. After they had stopped their incestuous sex, I was lieing beside them, I just had to say.

“Ummmm, I’m telliiiiinnnnnggggggg!” As we all broke up with laughter.

Authors Note: 

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. It was only written for, You the Reader, and my own enjoyment only! I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor! ;-) Thanks, mustanger7up

Carrie Ann and the Wayward Sons



The stripper twisted her butt right Jake's lap, as if she were waxing his crotch with her cheeks. His eyes were fixed on the tight rotation, while the rest of us watched her bare breasts swaying in time. Twenty minutes ago she had been dressed like a secretary, but now the G-string stretched between her cheeks (and her tip garter and high heels, of course) was all that remained, and pretty soon that would be gone, too. 

She stood and returned to the middle of the floor between our circle of chairs, tossing her blonde hair (fake) and shimmying her hooters (also fake). The faint traces of stretch marks just above her crotch were real, but you can't be too choosy, because there just aren't that many strippers that make house calls.

The moment of truth was arriving. She started stretching the band of the G-string, pulling it out of position by her hip. She would undoubtedly play with it a few times before abruptly pulling it down to her ankles and kicking toward one of the four of us—and whomever she kicked it to would be the first one she would hit up for tips—or extra services. She had been kind of favoring Jake, but at the moment she was facing me. You never could tell for sure if the stripper did extras on the side or not, but something about this one made me pretty confident she did, so I had the Franklin pre-loaded in my palm. Another giveaway—her safety escort hadn't started getting fidgety, meaning that he wasn't expecting the show to be just about over. 

As you might have guessed, this sort of thing is nothing new for me—or should I say for us. A dozen years ago, Jake found a stripper for Dustin DeWynn's bachelor party, and it was the first time we'd ever heard of extra services. I had been married about two years at the time, and my wife was pregnant with our first child, so I hadn't been getting any back home, and a blowjob on the side had been very welcome at the time. At a dinner party some weeks after the wedding, I kidded Dustin saying "Oh man, I can't wait for the stripper to get here!" 

Dustin laughed, but my friend Greg had overheard me, and agreed "Oh man, I hear ya. That was awesome!" Greg was in his first year of residency at that time, so although he had a fiancee he worked a lot and didn't see her as regularly as he would have liked. 

"All we need is a reason to hire one—hey Jake, when you gettin' hitched?" Dustin called out as Jake walked by with a drink in his hand.

"Huh?" Jake asked.

"Dustin was wondering when you'd get hitched; we're looking for an excuse to hire another stripper;" I smiled.

"That was pretty hot, hey?" Jake agreed, "but why do we need a special occasion? Let's just make one up!" 

And that's how the "club" began. The four of us began getting together every other month or so for the express purpose of an evening of gentleman's entertainment, and twelve years later we were still doing it. Sometimes we just went to a titty bar, a couple times we took road trips to Vegas, but most of the time it was just like this—drink, hire a stripper to come to the house, and if we were lucky, buy ourselves a blowjob after the music stopped. The next day we'd all stop by Greg's office and pee in a cup, and he'd run our samples through the lab just to make sure we hadn't picked up any unwanted visitors. Once I'd caught some unfriendly bugs from some chick, but Greg put me on penicillin and I was clean in a week, no one being the wiser. We'd even had a name for ourselves—The Wayward Sons, inspired by a sermon that Dustin's pastor gave about carnal sins many years ago. 

Flap. The G-string arched through the air and landed in my lap. She bend over and grabbed her ankles, one in each of our directions, so that we could peek at her snatch. She did a few of the obligatory rolls and open-leg, closed-leg teases, then crawled towards me to retrieve her panties. She stood in front of me, making the tip garter easy to reach. I tucked a five into it, then unrolled the Franklin and made sure she was what it was. Then I straightened my back in the chair and tucked the bill down into my drawers while watching her expectantly. I don't know how this little ritual got started, but its been very effective. Even if the chick were an undercover cop—and she wasn't, or she'd not have taken her G-string off—we never technically make the proposal to exchange cash for sex. It was just mutually understood—if the girl wants the Franklin, she's gotta go into my shorts to get it. And if she's gonna go into my shorts, she gonna have to be nice to the monster that lives there. If she's the stuck-up type that doesn't do extras on the side, she'll turn up her nose at me and move on to the next guy—no harm no foul. 

The stripper took the bait. She reached for my belt and undid it, unzipped me, and pulled my meat out from my jeans. Then she closed her mouth around my dick and began bobbing her head up and down while she felt for the bill with the other hand. Believe it or not, there is an honor among strippers—if she's gonna take your cash, she's gonna give you your blowjob. You might think that girls would just take the bill and play dumb about why you'd slip it in next to your junk, but I think it only ever happened once. Traveling strippers/hookers (if you insist on calling them that) get damn near all of their customers by word of mouth; play that trick once and you'll find yourself all but out of business. 

I cupped my hands and held the stripper's tits while she sucked me off—technically an extra service in its own right, but pretty much a throw-in at the $100 level an up. She wasn't too bad of a cocksucker. I gave her tits a little squeeze, sat back and enjoyed the ride.

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"So what did you think of her?" Dustin asked after she and her escort had left. 

"She was OK, but she was no Heather," Greg replied, reflecting my sentiments exactly. Heather had been a favorite of ours—athletic, sexy, pretty, all natural, and disease-free. She'd probably done eight of our parties in the past few years, and we knew each other on a first-name basis (no lasts, of course). We felt safe enough with her that a few of us even paid the extra premium and fucked her pussy a couple times, something we otherwise viewed as too risky even with a condom. Unfortunately, when we tried to book her again we learned that she had gotten engaged and was out of the business. She was the third or fourth trusted regular over the years that had retired from the trade, and it was always a loss when it happened.

"So would you bring her back?" Dustin asked. He had found this us this one.

"I'm sure we can do better," I replied, "I mean, it's not like I wouldn't do her again, but I'd take my chances that the next girl would be better first."

"Well?" Dustin replied with some frustration—not because he didn't agree, but because it was such a pain in the ass to find a good entertainer. "Do you have someone in mind."

I started to say I didn't when Jake stepped in and said "Don't worry about next time guys—I think I've got something lined up, although it may be a little different?"

"Different? How?" I asked, "What ya got going on, Jake?" I said suggestively. Jake never had married, and most of the time didn't even seem to have a girlfriend, yet he never talked like a man that wasn't gettin' any. Jake taught at the high school and coached the girls volleyball team; we had some suspicions. 

"Well..." he began uncertainly, trying to decide how much of the story to tell. "There's this girl at school, her name is Carrie Ann. A few weeks ago I found her smoking on school property, and I don't mean cigarettes. Her friends had seen me coming and gotten the hell out of there before I could see who they were, but she'd been texting someone at the time and didn't figure out what was happening until it was too late. Of course she freaks out when I catch her and gets all teary and begs me that she'll do anything if I don't turn her in. Normally I don't listen to that crap..." I wondered how true that last statement was. "...but there was something about the way she said it that sounded...different from the way it usually does. And, I'm thinking, she's a senior and I know she just had a birthday, so she must be 18. So I tell her that she should meet me later and explain to me exactly why I shouldn't turn her in."

"You dog!" Greg blurted.

"Goddamn cradle-robber," Dustin chided, "I'm never sending my kids to YOUR school." 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jake returned, "the thing is, I think she's a real, honest-to-god submissive." 

"No way!" I replied, by now absolutely not buying this story.

"I know, I know, it sounds like I'm making this up," Jake answered. He was right. "But really...anyway, we'll find out. I'm going to order her to come to our next party."

"Order her?" Dustin asked with similar disbelief.

"Yes, order her," Jake repeated. "I'm telling ya...I really think she's a submissive."

Well...maybe Jake had found some kind of special escort service, and was giving her a larger-than-life backstory. I didn't really believe that there would be an 18-year old submissive coming to service us at our next party, but Jake said he'd take care of the entertainment for next time, and that's all that mattered really. If this pretext fell through, he'd have to be the one to find something else.

"Whatever," I replied, "you volunteered, so bring whatever you want. Here again?" We usually met at Jake's house because he was single.

"Actually, it would be bad if she was seen coming here," he said. Um, yeah, if a known student was seen coming to a single male teacher's house, that alone would pretty much be the end of his ever working as a teacher again. "Greg, is your summer place open yet?" Greg had a lake cottage that we sometimes used in cases such as this. The downside was that it was three hours drive away—we usually had to make it a two-day affair.

"It can be. That'll be about the start of the season, let's just make it a boy's fishing weekend. No one will ever know if there's an extra visitor." Greg added slyly.

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Six weeks later, we were convened at Greg's cottage. We all drove up on Friday night—Greg couldn't leave until he was finished with all his rounds at the hospital and didn't get there until ten. We drank and played a little poker, slept, got up early, and fished all day, just like we'd told everyone we would. Carrie Ann was supposed to arrive around dinnertime.

We brought in the boat, made dinner, and ate it without any sign of Carrie Ann. It was almost 7:30 before a beat-up old sedan pulled up on the lawn. Out popped a cute, perky little girl with streaked blonde highlights. She was about five-foot-six, skinny, and dressed like an ordinary teenager. She had a short tank top over another that was longer but not long enough to actually meet the top of her shorts. She wore white shorts, very short and very tight, with a big belt, and of course the teen-girl essential, flip-flops. Her legs immediately drew my attention; her thighs were slender, a thinness only found in girls that had just grown into their bodies and hadn't completely filled out and/or ever been pregnant. She opened the trunk and pulled out backpack that seemed to have a lot in it for an overnight stay.

Jake was out the door to greet and welcome her as soon as we heard the car pull up—I think he was starting to get nervous that the entertainment might not show up after all. It had happened before of course—in-home entertainers are notoriously unreliable—but he would have been hearing about it for quite a while.

"Hey Carrie," he called out, "I see you found the place. I was starting to get worried you weren't coming." 

"Sorry, Mr. Hofhartz," she said, striding towards the cottage, "it's my fault, I took a wrong turn and got lost for a while. I had to stop and google the map on my phone to find it."

"Well, main thing is you made it," he replied, as she breezed in past him. She stopped at the entryway, eyeing us just as we eyed her. I suddenly felt very old. What were we, four middle-aged men, doing in a cottage in the middle of nowhere hoping to obtain sexual favors from a barely legal high school girl? 

Jake stopped to make introductions. "Carrie, these are my friends," he said, telling her each of our first names while pointing to us in turn. We sort of mumbled hellos.

"Guys, this is Carrie Ann. Or perhaps, I should say this is Carrie Anna. Right now, she's Carrie, like she is most of the time. But Carrie has an alter ego, Anna. No, she's not a split personality or anything, but as you shall see, when she's playing the part of Anna, she's quite a different person than when she's just Carrie. Right Carrie?" Jake explained. Carrie didn't answer, but neither did her expression change.

"Did you eat? We saved you some dinner..." Jake asked. It was strange to see him taking on this paternal attitude towards her.

"No thanks, I ate on the way up. Besides, I can't wait to get started. I've been looking forward to this all week."

She's looked forward to this all week? What did she think she was getting into? Somehow it seemed that being used as a sex slave by four middle-aged guys wasn't it. 

"And you've cleared it at home?" Jake continued.

Carrie smiled. "My mom thinks I'm at band camp, and Mr. Garner (the band teacher) thinks I'm at my grandmother's funeral. Just don't tell grandma, this is now the fifth time she's died!" 

"Good girl," Jake said, patting her on the shoulder. "You have everything you need?" Carrie nodded. "All right, let me show you to your room." It was a three-bedroom cottage, so Dustin and I were sleeping on the floor so Carrie could have one of the bedrooms to herself. The three of us looked at each other while Jake showed her to the room. Just before the door closed, we heard Carrie say "I'll be right back...or should I say, Anna will be here in a minute."

Jake rejoined us. All three of us were looking at him with looks like "What the hell?" He laughed at our faces. "I told you, I'm pretty sure she's a submissive. Just wait." He crossed the room and relaxed in a wicker chair. I wondered just what Carrie, er, Anna would do, but more to the point, how much of it had one Jacob Hoffhartz already tried out for himself? I turned a little green inside imagining him rolling a hot little 18-year old.

After about five minutes, we heard the rustle of a door on the hallway carpet as it opened. We all looked expectantly down the hall. It took longer for her appear than expected, but when she emerged into view it was plain that this was because she was walking at a dirge pace, eyes downcast, completely solemn. It would not taken much to convince me that it was not, in fact, the same effervescent teeny-bopper that had entered the room five minutes before. The tank tops were gone; in its place she wore a white shirt, tied up in a knot just below her bust, none of the buttons buttoned. Her breasts were not particularly large, but they were definitely round breasts, not the pointy bumps that girls that skinny sometimes have. Given the cleavage I could see, there must have been nothing underneath. Her belly was flat as a washboard except for a silver navel ring, and her waist was subtly curved. Instead of the white shorts, she wore a black-and-white plaid pleated skirt, inspired by a private school uniform skirt. I say inspired by, because the skirt was at most twelve inches in length and would never have been allowed in any school. Her cheeks were peeking out the bottom even when she stood still, and there was no way she could sit down without showing the world her underwear. And instead of flip-flops, she wore black patent leather stilettos with pointy toes, straps around the ankles and, get this, small black iron slave rings sewn right onto the strap. They matched the other iron rings she wore; one on each wrist, attached to a black leather wristband, and another on the slave collar around her neck. My jaw literally dropped, while my dick went from zero to sixty faster than a goddamn Ferrari.

Jake's demeanor suddenly switched as well. "Anna!" he said sternly, "It's about time you got here. We do not like to be kept waiting!"

"Sorry, Master," Anna said softly. She stood near the hallway, arms clasped behind her back.

"We shall deal with your tardiness momentarily. First, I have some friends that have been waiting to meet you. Show yourself to them!" 

"Yes, Master," Anna said softly. Still looking at the floor by Jake's feet, she grabbed her shirt and pulled the two halves further apart. She adjusted it so that now rather than covering her breasts, her shirt acted like a hammock, holding her breasts up from underneath for maximum visibility. 

"You know better than that! The rest, too!" Jake snapped. 

Carrie/Anna widened her stance slightly, then did a deep knee bend. Although it wasn't covering anything anymore, she nonetheless flipped up the front flap of the skirt to show us a tiny black G-string covering her crotch—and not, so far as I could see, a single hair.

Jake grunted unhappily. "Get over here!" he snapped. Anna stood up from her knee bend and walked across the floor at the same dirge-like pace until she stood in front of Jake. He turned her slightly and lifted up the back of her skirt. "What the hell is this?" he snapped, pulling the G-string far out and letting it snap back in place. Then he smacked her left ass cheek—perhaps not as hard as possible, but certainly no delicate love tap. "Get that damn thing off!" he commanded, smacking her right one, too.  

She quickly reached for her G-string and pulled it down to her ankles—without bending her knees, mind you. "Stop!" Jake commanded, and she froze. He lifted the back of her skirt again. If ever an ass begged for a spanking this was it. He slapped her cheek, though not as hard as the first time. "This is for being late!" he growled. He kept smacking her ass, reddening it, but at the same time he snaked his other hand around her leg until it found her slit. "Ah, good...you have shaved completely, as instructed."

"Yes, master," she said softly.

Jake fingered her clitoris the whole time. He fell into a rhythm; he would spank one of her cheeks, then rub it forcefully in time with the other hand, which was stroking the hell out of her snatch. Every few seconds her experience alternated between pleasure and pain. The rest of us couldn't take our eyes off the show.

After doing this for several minutes, Jake let go. As he pulled his left hand away, I noticed the his middle finger was glistening from dampness. "Now finish what you started. Show yourself to your guests." 

She turned so the three of us could see, did the deep knee bend again, and lifted the front flap of her skirt. Now instead of a G-string, it was a hairless crotch that we saw. Her vulva were so pink they were almost glowing, and appeared damp—this chick was getting herself all wet from this. Goddamn, she WAS a submissive.

"Come on, don't waste our time!" Jake snarled, "I said SHOW yourself to them." Eyes still downcast, she brought her hands to her crotch and pulled her vulva wide apart. I could see the opening of her vagina as a small black empty space. Her clitoris was enlarged and engorged; her entire genitalia glowed pink and glistened with dampness. Not only did she spread her pussy wide open for us to stare at, but she stayed that way. Strippers, sometimes they'll flash you a little crotch but then immediately close up again. Anna just stayed put, showing herself until given further orders. When her fingers lost their grip on her own slippery tissues and her lips started folding in again, she reestablished her grip and spread herself open as wide as possible again. This was unbelievable. 

"All right, that will do," Jake ordered. "Now as I said, I am not happy about being kept waiting."




Carrie Ann and the Wayward Sons



"Yes, master," she said softly. She rolled deftly from her heels to her knees. She knelt before Jake, reaching for his pants and freeing his erection. Then she bent over and damn near swallowed it whole. It was amazing; she was focused entirely on his dick and trying to get it off. With every stroke she tried to swallow it all, then pleasured it as she let it go. She wanted to suck that dick. When someone doesn't really want to suck your dick—which is most people, most of the time—they'll just suck the tip while doing a lot of stroking with their hands; a lot of blowjobs are really handjobs with a wet tip. Carrie Ann couldn't have fit two fingers around what little of his dick she didn't swallow. And most amazing—she held her hands behind her like she was wearing handcuffs the whole time, even though she wasn't. She was doing all the work with her mouth. Jake tried to keep up the stern demeanor, but he couldn't help but wince and squirm at the amazingly pleasurable sensations. Suddenly Jake grabbed Anna by the hair, pushed her face onto his knob, and stiffened. There was little question he was filling her mouth with semen.

Jake released her hair, and she knelt back on her haunches. Then, to my surprise, he said "Well?" She responded by opening her mouth. "Show your guests," he commanded. She went in a circle, showing her open mouth first to Dustin, then Greg and finally me. The load that she had just milked from Jake's dick was balanced carefully on her tongue. Apparently she was holding on to it until she was given orders as to what to do with it. "Swallow it, then get started on the next one," Jake commanded. 

She swallowed the mouthful of cum and soberly began to work my penis free from my pants—not difficult, as my rod had damn near ripped itself out of my pants by this point. Without hesitation, she swallowed me almost whole. It's a good thing I wasn't standing, because my knees would have buckled as I felt her use her tongue down my entire length as she pulled her head back, and again as she swallowed as much of me as she could. She didn't look up once; she was focused on my dick and how much of it she could swallow at once. 

I noticed that she was holding her hands behind her back again. As a result, her soft breasts made contact with my knees as she sucked me. What a waste, I thought—I'm one of those guys that likes to hold a chick's tits in my hands when she blows me. I grabbed the free mounds; they were soft but firm. She had large nipples, with I pinched gently between my fingers. Then realizing that she might like it, I pinched them harder. She looked up at me for a second when I did that, not in alarm, but as if to tell me that she did, indeed, like it. I grabbed them even harder and pulled, forcing her swallow my dick and hold her position. She looked up at me, not in fear or surprise, but with raised eyebrows that seemed to say "what would you like to do with me next?" I let her nipples go and she resumed sucking. Damn it was good—I couldn't remember the last blowjob I'd had where the girl was this focused just on getting me off. Maybe it was on the honeymoon, more likely it was before my wife and I were even engaged, back when we were both still trying to sell the other on the idea that we were worthy of them. I was so used to half-hearted blows and uninspired spooning I'd forgotten just how amazing it felt when someone really tried. I watched my dick disappear into the pretty, blond-haired face, then closed my eyes in response to the incredible sensations running up my spine. I wasn't long before I felt my nuts tighten up. I grabbed her tits with both hands while I pumped spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum into her mouth. She obediently held her position, her mouth wrapped around my dick, until she didn't feel me spurt anymore. Then she let me go, kneeling on her haunches, mouth open to show me my own spunk yet eyes somehow downcast. "Swallow," I commanded, and she did. I wondered what other options there might be?

She moved towards Greg and started giving him the same kind of wonderful blowjob that she had given Jake and me. I moved to a chair closer to Jake and whispered "so what's her story?" while Carrie/Anna worked on swallowing Greg's dick.

"Sad," Jake replied, "her mom is a total wack job. Spent time in the nuthouse, the whole bit. Daddy was always the one she cried to when she scraped her knees, you know what I mean? Unfortunately as Carrie grew older, he was still the TLC but started to demand something in return, if you know what I mean. What was she supposed to do? It's not like she could turn to mom, so she gave daddy what he wanted so that he'd still be there for her, and in time she started to like it." Now that he wasn't acting as her master, I could tell he had really taken this girl's plight to heart. He continued "then all of a sudden Dad just disappeared. My suspicion is that he saw that Carrie was starting to really get into doing what he told her to, and it freaked him out. He probably decided to leave better leave before anyone found out what he had been doing to her and he ended up on the front page of the newspaper."

"Does she have a boyfriend?" I asked.

"Are you kidding?" Jake replied, animated, "look at her. She's a teenage boy's dream come true—just tell her to suck and she'll give you the best blowjob of your life, no questions asked. By now a handful of guys at school have found out about her, and now they use her on a regular basis. Little pricks don't even bother taking her for dinner and a movie first, they just take her home and fuck the shit out of her. And they don't even appreciate it—I've seen her show up to school on Monday with bruises on her neck and back... let's just say I doubt this is the first time she's done four guys at once."

"You care about her," I observed.

"I just feel so sorry for her," he replied. Then earnestly, he added "Look...that first time I when caught her smoking, I admit I was kind of hoping for an exchange of favors, but I certainly had no idea what I was getting in to. Part of me feels awful every time I screw her, because I'm just feeding into the pathology, keeping the sick cycle going. But you know what—if I don't do her, one of those scumbags from school will. At this point, she literally can't say no, can't protect herself. She wants to get used like this, by now it's the only thing that makes her feel like anyone cares she's alive." 

We both paused and watched her work. Greg had grabbed the back of her head and was forcing his cock into her throat. She was looking up at him with doe eyes while fighting the urge to gag. Everything took on a different light all of a sudden. Then Jake spoke again. "So I'm taking a different tack—I'm trying to help her capitalize on her strengths." 

"What do you mean?" I said.

"She really needs to get out of that house and away from her wacko mom. But just look at her—she's dripping fucking wet just from being ordered around and manhandled. You can't fake that," he explained. "I know there's gotta be some rich guy out there looking for a submissive girl just like her, who'll be the dom she needs but who'll take care of her as well. There's a bondage webring I've been looking into, trying to find a match for her. Otherwise, she's just gonna get used by one loser after another until one day the find her dead in a ditch somewhere." His voice trembled as he said the latter—it seemed he was really afraid that one day she'd just turn up dead. It certainly explained his initial demeanor when she arrived. 

Greg meanwhile was arching his back and closing his eyes—clearly he was now ejaculating into her mouth. With a slight satisfied grin, he let go of her head and pulled his dick out. As with us, she opened her mouth to show him his load resting on her tongue. He didn't tell her to swallow it right away though; he gently touched her chin and inspected her open mouth from several angles before giving the order. Without getting up from her knees, she moved over to Dustin.

"So, fucked up as it may be, we're actually doing her a favor," Jake said with some sadness. "She was gonna be fucking someone somewhere tonight; I know, because I tried getting her off the streets and not fucking her, and all she did was ditch me and find her way over to some guy's house to get laid. At least we'll sure she's fed, and keep her away from the goddamn drugs." "It's hard for me to play the master with her," he continued, which kind of surprised me because he'd done it so convincingly, "but that's the way she likes it. Not necessarily pain, she puts up with it but that's not what she likes. Giving her orders—she totally gets off on that. So by all means, command her to do whatever you like—the more demeaning the task, the hotter it will make her." 

I don't know if Dustin was listening to our conversation, but it was clear right away he wanted something different. Anna was moving to free his dick when he barked "Show me yourself." She got back into the deep knee bend position and spread her pussy wide. "Now, masturbate!" he commanded. She let go with one hand and began rubbing her own clit. "Come on, MASTURBATE!" he urged. She slipped two fingers of her other hand into and out of herself while rubbing her clit with the other. Her fingers glistened from the dew inside when they emerged from her hole. She gulped and closed her eyes in response to her self-stimulation. 

Dustin was enjoying this. He let her play with herself for a while, then stood up, dropped his pants and shoved his dick into Anna's face. Reopening her eyes, she offered her mouth to him as she returned to a kneeling position. Instead, Dustin grabbed her by the hair and nearly screamed "Bitch! Did I tell you you could stop masturbating?" She shook her head no quickly, then thrust her fingers between her thighs again. "That's better," he said, stuffing his dick back into her mouth. She did her best to blow him while jerking herself off.

Our conversation ended on account of my watching Dustin. Jake stood up and went to the back room. Dustin meanwhile said "Masturbate harder!" She dutifully rubbed herself at an even faster pace, still sucking his dick. She was getting really hot now.

Dustin grabbed her by the collar and pulled her toward him, forcing his dick deep into her throat. She had to bend her neck to accommodate him, and was fighting to keep from gagging. "Keep masturbating!" Dustin ordered. She dutifully rubbed her clit while his dick was in up her mouth up to the balls. "That's it. You're a dirty slut," he leered. "Aren't you? Aren't you?" He let go of the collar, allowing her to release his dick and breathe. Then he pulled her hair and so that she was looking up at him and challenged "What are you?"

"I'm a dirty slut," she repeated.

"Louder," he commanded, "and keep masturbating!" 

"I'm a dirty slut," she repeated louder.

"Harder!" he urged, "rub yourself harder!" He reached for one of her nipples as well.

Carrie/Anna rubbed herself as fast and hard as she could. "I'm a dirty slut!" she repeated.

"What?" Dustin urged.

"I'm a dirty..." she began loudly, but then lost her steam, suddenly slouching over. Instead of the word slut, all that came out was "oh..." I saw her trembling briefly, and knew she had just had an orgasm. How the fuck did Dustin know so much about domination that he knew that would get her off? 

"What are you?" Dustin asked in a normal tone of voice.

"I'm a dirty slut," she repeated in the same voice.

"Yes you are," he commanded, "and you're welcome. Now show me your appreciation!" With that he stuffed his cock into her mouth once more, and she did her best to oblige him.

Jake now returned from the back room with two boxes of condoms and a huge tube of KY jelly. 

"Perfect," Dustin said when he was them, "toss me one of those, will ya?" 

Greg opened the first box and pulled off one of the dozen condoms inside, tossing it to Dustin. He ripped open the package, then pulled Anna's hair again so that she had to look up at him. "Put this on me!" he ordered.

She started to reach for the condom, but Dustin slapped her hand. "Not like that, you whore!" he commanded. She looked at him with a mixture of surprise and bewilderment...how else should she put on the condom? "What...don't tell me you've never done a no-hands condom???" She shook her head. Dustin sighed with exaggerated weariness. "Fine," he said, holding the tip of the rubber in front of her mouth, "make a little 'O' with your mouth...good, now suck in slightly, just enough so the rubber won't fall when I let go...OK. Now, position it...there. Now, GENTLY scrape your teeth along the top and bottom of my dick, and you'll unroll the condom in front of you as you go. Get it as far back as you can." It took her a while to get the pressure right, she got it started fine but slipped off a few times, having to start over again, until she succeeded in helmeting him. 

"It's about time," Dustin growled, "now GRAB YOUR ANKLES!" She rolled over onto her back, grabbing her ankles, and before she could collect her wits Dustin was on top of her, penetrated her, and was hammering her for all he was worth. She swallowed hard; she had just come a short time ago, and with his relentless hammering of her pussy she was approaching another rather quickly. I was suddenly feeling very inferior to Dustin. I felt better when he went nut inside her before he could bring her off again. 

Dustin, breathing hard, fumbled back to his chair, but there was no rest of Anna. "Come here, Anna," Jake said in a normal tone of voice, sitting now on the sofa. She came over to him on her knees. "I see you've learned one new thing today already—did you still want to do the other thing we talked about?" For just an instant, a little of Carrie shone through, as she nodded her assent. "Very well, Anna, come here." When she was right in front of him, he gently reached for her arms, drew them forward, and brought them up towards her face. With a strange mixture of kindness and cruelty, he locked Anna's wrist restraints to her slave collar. "It will be easier if these are not in the way," he said softly. Anna said nothing.

Jake now stood and went to the side of the coffee table. "Here," he commanded. Still on her knees, she moved to the spot. He pushed her until she was bent over the coffee table, resting on her chained arms, ass up in the air. Jake took up a position kneeling at her side. Jake now took the KY, squeezed out a generous amount and began to work around and, one finger at a time, into her ass. Jake was being very gentle now, not being the stern taskmaster as earlier, as he worked on prepping her virgin asshole. Of course, it was pretty clear he was about to buttfuck her, so maybe he was still being the demanding master after all. 

Neither of them remained entirely in their prescribed roles as Jake prepared her for her first anal penetration. "Is it OK?" he asked when he expanded the hole to three fingers.

"Mmm-hmmm," Carrie Ann replied, affected. She was concentrating so hard she forgot to say "Yes, master."

"Try to relax," Jake said soothingly, gently rubbing her back like a lover, "and maybe spread your knees a little wider, but keep your ankles together."

She adjusted her knees, and the fingers slipped in more easily.

"Oh...I forgot... there's a safe word," Jake said out loud. "I'm sorry, I should have done this right away. If Anna ever says the word 'ganja,' it means she's had enough. The game ends, and everyone stops what they're doing. Got it?" 

We all nodded. I'd hear of safe words, just never had need for one. "Are you ready, Carrie Ann?" Jake said in a gentle, patronly tone completely incongruous with what he was about to do. "Yes," she replied bravely.

Jake wasn't even hard, he was so focused on prepping her. I'm sure she could have gotten him up in a second with that talented tongue, he didn't seem to want to burden her. He reached for a condom while jerking himself. When he was mostly hard, he stuffed it into her pussy; it was still so wet he had no trouble getting it in even though it wasn't completely stiff. A few strokes inside of her boiling slit, however, and stiffness was no longer an issue. He could have re-roofed a house with that hammer. Pulling out, he now helmeted himself and positioned himself above the tight hole. 

"Now remember, just relax," he coached as he pushed against it. The tight muscle fought to keep him out, but he was so slippery from all the lube he pressed in despite the resistance. He pushed in just a little ways at first, asking "how is it?" 

"It feels good!" she replied with some surprise. 

He worked his dick in deeper and deeper until his hips hit her cheeks on the way in. "Still OK?" he asked.

"Mmmmm," she mumbled. It sounded better than OK.

Jake smile now. He started fucking her at a normal pace, although somewhat gently. At the same time, reached under and stroke her clit. She couldn't help herself but make noise now; between the dick in her ass and the finger on her clit, he was driving her wild. She was pinned down; his dick in her ass, her arms chained to her neck, and his fingers on her clit, she couldn't move—she was completely at his mercy, and combined with all of the genital stimulation she was being driven insane with pleasure. Jake seemed to be taking pride in just how excited he was getting her, as well he should. Suddenly she arched her back, she rose up as best she could with her arms chained, and practically screamed "nnnggghhhaaaa." She came so hard the ripples shook the whole fucking coffee table. 

She collapsed onto the table, breathing hard. Jake pulled out and gently stroked her hair. He even kissed her gently on the cheek. I thought that maybe he'd decided she'd had enough and just ended the lesson after that massive orgasm, but when he took off his condom I saw that there was spunk in it. Apparently her orgasm in itself had triggered his. Given how it had shaken the coffee table on the outside, I couldn't imagine how intense it must have been to be plugging her ass during that climax.

The very strangeness of the scene struck me for a minute. Here was this young girl, naked, bent over a coffee table, ass lubed up, with her middle-aged teacher gently stroking her hair like a lover after having just finished reaming her. Jake definitely had way too many feelings for her, but then again, how could he not?

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Dustin ask "Can I try?" Gone was the commandeering general from before; in its place was the meek, asking permission.

"What do you think?" Jake asked her, "are you up for some more?"

"It's fine...I mean...yes master," she replied, remembering her role. Jake and his student smiled at each other. It suddenly dawned on me that he had probably helped her out of more jams than just the smoking incident. 

"OK, but let's get these off first," Jake said, letting her kneel upright and unchaining her arms. Then he pushed the coffee table aside and helped her get situated on all fours. Dustin knelt before her, and she began to harden him with her mouth, but this time he wasn't forcing himself into her—at least, not on this end. He was rigid quickly, put his own condom on, and then went around to her backside and slowly pressed himself against her sphincter. Once past the initial resistance, he could bury his rod up her ass. With her hands free, Anna now reached for herself and masturbated while Dustin filled her butt. It seemed that she did really like the anal sex, or at least the feeling of having an orgasm while anally penetrated. 

I couldn't hold it anymore; I stood up, dropped my pants, and started jerking off just watching. Dustin saw me and suddenly felt bad—he had gone out of turn, skipping ahead of me in line just like he had always done back in grammar school. But he wasn't about to stop plowing her ass, either, so he decided he could share. He motioned me that I should come next to them, which I did. 




Carrie Ann and the Wayward Sons



"Lie down," he said, and realizing what he was going for, lay on my back. He now pulled out of Anna and more told than commanded her "sit on his dick."

Anna easily shifted over to the side to straddle me, then brought her hips down until she her pussy was gripping my dick. She started to ride me like a bull, but then Dustin stopped her, and holding her still, re-entered her ass. Now she was double-penetrated, skewered in both ends. I couldn't move very far to get a very long stroke, but it was made up for by other stimulation. Anna was again going crazy. She arched her back and grunted, mouth half-open with a faraway look, as she received stimulation in both holes. Her pussy was practically flowing like a river, and each labored breath made her pussy squeeze my dick just a little. I kept making my little strokes, but I probably could have cum sitting still, just watching her—her lithe young body impaled on my dick, arching her back, face twisted in ecstasy, pushing her crotch back and forth what little she could, and being rewarded for each stroke by the feeling of two erections penetrating her orifices. I had the best seat in the house.

I noticed that her breasts were hanging down, pointed right at my face. I tried to reach up to kiss them, but they were too far for me to reach without pulling out, which I was NOT about to do. So instead I ran my hands along her slim waist and ribcage, working my way towards them until I reached the tits. I gently touched the erect nipples and squeezed them in my fingers. The third source of pleasure was too much. The sensations of her ass and pussy together were almost overwhelming; feeling her sensitive nipples being caressed as well put her over the top—again. Her eyes shot open, she got a faraway look, and I felt the ripples in her vagina as she came for the third time. 

All of a sudden, Carrie/Anna was tired. I guess three orgasms will do that to a girl. She collapsed on top of me, head to the side next to mine. Yet she still lay there, keeping her legs wide, allowing Dustin and me to keep fucking her. What a woman—totally spent herself, yet she still opened wide and let her partners get what they came for. Shortly after she came, Dustin was done, too. 

When he pulled out, Anna drew on energy reserves. She sat upright and began to fuck my dick with her pussy. But there was one more man yet to account for. Greg came over sheepishly, openly jerking himself as I had done earlier. He came over where she could see him, but didn't actually force himself upon her; he could tell she was tired. No need; reminded of him, she bent forward to try to reach his dick with her open mouth. He quickly took two steps forward, and now again Anna had two dicks at once, just not in the same places. When Greg was good and hard we switched; she straddled him, and now I plugged her ass. It was really tight, and I heard her suck in a little when I penetrated. I suppose that three men was a little much for doing anal the first time. But I hadn't ever had the chance to do it before, either, and was anxious for the chance to try it. I wondered if I should pull out, but Jake was watching her closely and nodded that it was OK. So I screwed her up the butt, watching the ripples on her tight-as-a drum cheeks. It didn't take much of that before I was ejaculating into her murky depths.

Greg decided to forgo the butthole. When I was done, though, he rolled Anna over onto her back and pounded her missionary style. That was a good thing, because she could satisfy him with little or not effort of her own—she just had nothing left to give. It may or may not have still felt good, but she obediently laid there let Greg fuck her still-soaking box until he got his second helping, too. 

As soon as Greg finished, Jake was on his knees by her head, stroking her face, asking if she was all right. She nodded weakly. No one needed to be told that she was done and the night was over. Jake picked her up like a bride and carried her to her bedroom. Although he had his own room, I'm pretty sure he spent the night in hers. Dustin and I pulled out our sleeping bags, laid them on the floor, and fell asleep, the scent of sex still hanging heavily in the air.

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I was awakened by the sound of sizzling and the smell of bacon and percolating coffee. I stumbled out of my sleeping bag to find Carrie/Anna up and cooking breakfast—naked, save the slave collar, wrist restraints, and stiletto heels. She didn't look up from her work when I appeared in the kitchen. I saw the bacon grease splattering from the pan, and without thinking I blurted out "Put on an apron before you get burned!" 

Anna looked over at me. The expression on her face seemed to say are you sure you want me to cover this up with an apron? "I can be careful, master," she said, pleading; she would wear one if I ordered it, but she didn't want to.

"OK, but be sure that you are," I relented, "I don't want to be driving you to the hospital and trying to explain third-degree grease burns on your tits!" 

"Yes, master," she replied, but I saw a hint of a smile on her face as she imagined the scenario. 

Jake was now up, too. He said good morning to me briefly as he shuffled past. He stopped by Anna, saying "Ah, breakfast is started. Very good. I am pleased."

"Thank you, master," she beamed. Then Jake grabbed her hair and pulled it down. She had no choice but to bend her head back. When she did, he put his mouth over hers; I could tell they were busy intertwining tongues. He also slipped his finger between her thighs, stroking her slit. It was heaven for her—affection earned through submission was the only affection she would trust. It seemed like she was lost in the kiss, like all time and space had disappeared for her and that she would have happily stayed in Jake's grasp forever. But then the bacon did splatter her, a tiny speck on her belly, and as much in surprise as anything she gave a start. Jake let her go, saying "You'd better get back to your cooking or else you'll burn the bacon."

"Yes master," she replied, glowing with happiness. 

The rest of us were up now. Jake told us to go sit at the kitchen table, breakfast would be served shortly. Sure enough, Carrie/Anna came out with a plate of eggs. It was not enough that she made breakfast, she also served it. She came up to Greg first, holding the plate so he could spoon in some eggs. I followed suit, but when she came to Jake, he said "three spoonfuls please," then stuck his finger between her legs again while she served out the requested amount. She involuntarily shifted slightly and bit her lip in response. When she went over to Dustin, he did the same.

She returned with the bacon, and now all of us specified how much we wanted, then groped the chef while she served us. Finally she came back with coffee. When she was finished serving, Jake said, "Thank you. Now, masturbate for us while we eat!" She immediately did the deep knee bend, pulled her vulva apart, and began stroking her tender pink flesh.

"Isn't she going to eat?" I whispered to Jake.

"No, she won't eat while she's being Anna," Jake answered, "at least, not food. I'll save her some for later." That would explain why he had taken at least two people's worth of food on his plate. 

Anna closed her eyes and got into her task. I had to keep reminding myself to keep eating, I was transfixed by the show. I've never been able to look at a plate of eggs the same since. 

Jake ate about half his plate, then announced "Anna! I am finished for now, put this in the microwave for later." Startled back to earth, she quickly jumped up and complied. When she returned, Jake was standing and had pulled out his chair. He said nothing, but pointed under the table. Obediently, Anna crawled under the table. He undid the belt on his robe and sat back down. I didn't need to look under the table to know that his dick was buried in Anna's throat.

The rest of us kept eating, not sure where to look. "C'mon guys," Jake said quietly, "there's a naked girl under the table. Grab her and stuff." So we did. Dustin and I had easy access to her breasts, while Greg played footsie with his big toe and her clit. I wasn't finished, but I no longer gave a damn about my food. 

With a small grunt Jake popped off in her throat, then told her to swallow it right away. An instant later I felt fingers at my boxers; I lifted my butt so she could pull them down. I sighed as the warm ecstasy of gentle tongue engulfed my junk. She sucked with vigor—of course—and I found myself resting my hand on her head just so that she didn't bang it on the bottom of the table in her single-minded drive to bring me off. 

Jake did something I hadn't expected; he got up and began to clear the table. I would have thought that would be something your servant would do...until I realized he perhaps wanted the table for something else. She was still sucking me when Jake finished clearing and threw what was left of our supply of condoms on the table. "Do you want her to stay down there, or?" he asked.

Actually, I was interested in diving into that hot young pussy one more time, so I ripped open a rubber. I stopped Anna for a second, showed it to her, and she immediately took it into her mouth and then rolled it onto me with her teeth like we had shown her the night before. I pulled back my chair and got up; Anna crawled out from under and without needing to be told lay down on the kitchen table. "Grab your ankles," I grunted, and she did. Then I slipped my dick easily into her pussy, dripping wet from masturbating. 

I aligned her hips with the edge of the table and gleefully pounded her young flesh. The table was a bit too short, though; her head hung over the other side. This gave Dustin an idea. He whipped his dick out, lay his hand on Anna's throat, and gently pushed her head down below the level of the table. Then he shoved his cock between her lips and began to throat-fuck her. With her head tilted down, it straightened the throat and allowed him even deeper penetration than her usual efforts, to the point that his balls kept whacking her in the nose. 

For my part, I kept fucking her, enjoying what might very well be the last time I would ever fuck a girl this young. I touched her firm breasts, and ran my fingers along her flat belly, pumping her vagina for all I was worth all the while. I couldn't see her face because it was draped around Dustin's dick, but it seemed like she preferred being fucked by more than one guy at a time. It was OK, I had plenty of stimulation from that young, firm body as I plowed her hairless snatch. Eventually I could hold it no longer and exploded within her. 

I now backed away to give Greg his turn, but he seemed to want to wait until Dustin came, which wasn't going to be much longer. He actually came down her throat—as in, she caught his load on her epiglottis and swallowed it, but it was so far down that she couldn't retrieve it display it like she usually did without choking herself. Dustin didn't seem to mind.

Greg now whipped on a rubber. He had Anna stand up and bent her over the table. I think he wanted to nail her up the ass, having missed the chance to do so last night. When she was spread out before him, though, he saw the inflammation of her anus and as a doctor knew that meant she was sore from the night before, so he settled for plugging the hole designed for the purpose. As he drove her, Jake came close and got down on one knee next to her right leg. He reached up and found her clitoris even as Greg was pounding her cunt. He began rubbing it wildly, and succeeded in bringing her to her own orgasm just before Greg blew his load.

Greg backed away, still in the post-orgasmic semi-stupor, when Jake stood up and took charge. "Guys, Carrie Ann needs to get back to town pretty soon. Is there anything else you required of Anna?"

We were caught by surprise by the suddenness of the request, but I suppose it had to end sometime. Sadly, we all shook our heads. "All right then, Anna...you are dismissed." 

She curtsied politely, saying "yes, master." Then she went back into her room for a second, then hit the shower. When Carrie emerged fifteen minutes later, it almost as if she was another person that had been in the bathroom all morning and just now was coming out. She was drying her hair with a towel, wearing a bikini top with a tank top over that by design allowed her belly button ring to show. The white shorts and the flip-flops were back, as was the chatty, 18-year old personality. 

Seeing her, Jake hit the "minute" button on the microwave. "We saved you some breakfast, Carrie," he announced, returning to that paternalistic tone. 

"Thanks, I'm starving!" Carrie declared. She bounced across to the kitchen table, where Jake brought her the re-warmed plate of breakfast. The transformation was downright bizarre; now she was the bubbly teen again, not the submissive servant, while Jake was the father figure watching out for her, not the demanding master. I couldn't just flip a switch and relate to her in a completely different fashion the way that Jake did. I think the other guys felt the same, because none of us had a damn thing to say. 

Carrie Ann and Jake chatted idly about school gossip and what her plans were for the rest of the day while she ate her breakfast. I felt like I was eavesdropping—I could scarcely believe that a half-hour ago I had been fucking this very same girl. Although, in some respects, Jake had been right, it wasn't the same girl. This was Carrie; the girl we had just fucked had been Anna.

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That weekend turned out to be the last regular meeting of the Wayward Sons. Jake succeeded in his quest—he hooked Carrie Ann up some billionaire businessman in New York through the web. This guy flew her out to New York for a test run, and on the spot asked her to be his mistress—for $5,000 a month plus all expenses paid in a swanky Fifth Avenue condominium. She was excited as a little girl when she came back to tell Jake about it—but under orders from her new master, she was no longer permitted to have sex with anyone else. The girl who could never say no had no trouble saying no now that she was under orders to do so. She stuck out the last few weeks of school, graduated, and within a week had moved permanently to Manhattan. 

As for the Wayward Sons, after Carrie Ann, the thought of renting another stripper lost its appeal. A skanky slut distastefully licking the top three inches of your dick while thinking about the smoke or crack or whatever she was planning to buy with your money as soon as she was done? Or a hot little barely-legal submissive who sucks you dry with no hands, focused only on getting you off, and then lets you fuck her up the ass afterwards? There was no contest. It was hard enough to find a stripper that sucked dick on the side; finding a submissive schoolgirl was, well, it was never going to happen again. Dustin did some legwork looking into possibly going to Vegas to do something similar to that weekend, but the cathouse bill alone would have run like $1500 a head—and even then, it would still have just been a girl doing her job, not a girl that was really digging it. There would never be another Carrie Ann, and that fact pretty much meant the end of the Wayward Sons.

After she moved, Jake has stayed in email contact with Carrie Ann. He's really become her surrogate father; the fact that he also fucked her who know how many times presented no incongruities for her, since her real dad had done the same. He would sometime pass on stories she would tell him—things like how many games she was getting to see at the Garden, and how there was this luxury box shared by all these rich guys who bring their mistresses to games there and can't afford to be seen with someone not their wives, and even though there was a private bathroom you always had to go outside to pee because there was always someone fucking in the john. Last week, though, he told us Carrie Ann is coming back for a visit because her little brother is graduating from this year. Apparently she told her new master about Jake and what he'd all done for her, including getting her hooked up with him in the first place. He gave her permission to see Jake again, provided that he wore a condom. Jake was nice enough to ask how she felt about an evening with the gang and she was all for it—she even specifically said "make sure those guys do that double penetration thing again." Besides, she said, her new master was going to punish her for every naughty thing she did while she was away, so she'd better come back with some good stories on just how naughty she had been so he'd have plenty of reasons to punish her. 

So it looks like in a couple of months the Wayward Sons will have a reunion of sorts. We'll ask Carrie about how she is and how she likes living in Manhattan. Then she'll change into Anna, and we'll abuse her like the submissive sex slave she is, taking her any way we want her until we can't get it up anymore—and she'll love every minute of it.

I'm already fucking hard just thinking about it.



Carrie Ann's Delight



Chapter One

It was a Friday afternoon that seemed of little consequence. I got up, shaved, cleaned and pampered my body. After my underwear was in place I wore my usual boots, boot socks, jeans and a plaid shirt. The bar at Fulton Street was busy that afternoon when I arrived about 2:00 and everybody including Lori (the owner) seemed glad to see me. Joe and I took on all comers in partners pool. We drank Budweiser long-necks, sang poorly at the top of our lugs and flirted with the girls. Two redheads from out of town were the main attraction for the afternoon and while I am truly harmless it seems to be my manly duty to flirt.

I was in the middle of just such a duty when the front door opened to a collective moan – sunlight and heat crowded into our cave. I couldn't tell who it was because of the glare, but she was wearing a long brown peasant skirt of very thin material. She wore high heel boots and a forest green halter-top. Hugh bare breasts jiggled provocatively beneath the loose fabric. They looked familiar and they should have they were Rachael's – my wife.

She had firm, natural "C" cups and she loved to show them off in public. She walked by me with a contemptuous glance and not one word. Every eye in the room was on her as she slid her long slender frame onto a stool at the far end of the bar.

She ordered a Scotch neat looked at me through the mirror behind the bar and tapped a beautifully manicured index finger on bar twice as if she were making a command on her computer.

I could barely stand, week with fear. I was a few minutes late getting home, but she had never made an issue unless she had instructed me to do something. This time she was pissed. Right here, in this most sacred of places for me, the shit was about to hit the fan.

"Hi, honey" I said as bravely as I could.

Rachael slapped me firmly and said. "Don't hi honey me you slut and don't eyeball me."

I was never supposed to look at her eye to eye, but I had never been around her under these conditions and in public. "Yes, Mistress Rachael" I said dropping my eyes to her feet."

My friends that were not stunned into silence were snickering between themselves. The big bad Carl was a wimp.

Rachael took a sip of her drink and said. "Remove your boots."

This was going to be the pits, but she and I both knew I was going to do her bidding. I pulled my boots off.

"The socks." Was my next command and there I stood, my manicured French tips shining through charcoal hose.

Rachael reached in her bag and handed me a short black pleated skirt.

I pulled my jeans off revealing a black silk garter belt; smooth shaved legs and charcoal hose with seams up the back and little red bows at the top. My thin charcoal panties revealed I was wearing a CB6000 chastity device. My genitals were shaved smooth but for a narrow strip of neatly trimmed hair above my clitty stick.

I was beyond embarrassed and in tears as I slipped on the skirt. At least, it covered some of the humiliation. Some of the guys, former-drinking buddies, were cat calling and asking for more.

As if to answer their requests Rachel reached in her bag and came out with a black lace front-closure bra dangling from her right index finger.

I removed my shirt to reveal a black silk teddy with spaghetti straps. I pulled it over my head. My chest, tummy and pits were smooth shaved. A piercing, that had been my first, dangled from navel. I put the bra on to an increasing chorus of howls from my "friends". I inserted mastectomy pads into the little 36 B bra cups, and donned a sheer white blouse. I was beginning to wonder if Rachael had our kitchen sink in that bag when she produced black patent sandals with 6" stiletto heels.

Rachel finished her drink and ordered another, indicating this ordeal was not near over. She stood, gathered all my male clothes, walked over to the trash bin and dropped them in, including my boots. She turned on her heels and without a word returned to a seat at the table nearest where I was standing. Before she took a seat she reached under her skirts and removed her white lace thong.

From her chair she held it to my nose. No further instruction was required. I dropped to my knees, lifted her skirt and crawled underneath.

It was safe between her legs. The light filtering through the thin material was just enough to see my prize. Her fat outer lips engulfed her inner lips and hid her clitty. She was smooth shaven but for a sliver of hair above her opening.

Using the flat of my tongue I lapped, like a little puppy, up and down her opening. She was moist and delicious. There is only one thing that tastes better than Rachael's hot moist pussy.

She put her hands on the back of my head and pushed me into her. That was my signal to get more serious about my task. I slipped my right thumb inside her and kissed the sensitive places where her thighs met her smooth flat tummy. I blew a little breeze across her clitty the flicked it with my tongue. She lurched and moaned. I sucked her little bead of nerve endings into my mouth and started flicking it with the tip of my tongue. She wrapped her legs around my head, crossed her ankles and started to squeeze. She was crushing my head as she bucked and wiggled, but I was on her clitty like a leach. She would climax before I released it.

"Would anyone like to fuck this bitch while she is on all fours?" I heard Rachel ask. She had climaxed and my face was wet. She pushed me away from her clitty, but kept my head in a grip.

The best I could tell nobody moved, so she asked. "How about a blow job? This bitch can suck the nails out of a two by four."

Again nothing stirred. I guess my friends decided to take pity on me that one time.

Rachel released me and pushed me back hard. I fell backwards on my ass. "You worthless bitch." She said as she stood, straightened her skirts and left.

I couldn't believe the condition I was in. Silently I crept behind the bar and wiped my face with a wet towel. I retrieved my clothes. My keys were gone. I searched the trash bin, but no keys.

Looking at the floor, I asked. "Could anyone give me a ride home?"

George Cotter, whom I'd known for fifteen-years said he would and asked if I wanted to change. I didn't see the point so I declined, anxious to get the hell out of there. I followed him out to his car like a whipped dog.

As he pulled out of the parking lot he said. "I'll take that blow job now."

I was stunned, what an asshole. At least I wouldn't have to talk so I unzipped his pants and got his cock out. It was small, cut and slender with an upward curve. He was wet with pre-cum when I put him in my mouth. It didn't take much work on my part and he filled my mouth with his cream. A few drops spilled on the seat. I swallowed the rest and then without a second thought I scoped the drops off the seat with a finger and placed them in my mouth. Waste not want not even if the guy was a first class jerk. I licked his cock clean, put it back in his pants and sat up in my seat. Not a word was spoken, not a glance exchanged. When we got to my house, better make that Rachel's house, he pulled up the drive, I got out and went inside.

Chapter Two

Rachel was sitting at the bar sipping on another neat Scotch, a thin black cigar burned in the ashtray next to her. Her skirt was bunched above her knees reveling her long beautiful legs.

"I hope you enjoyed your trip to the bar. You will be spending a lot more time between the legs of a real woman and often it will be in public. Do you understand?"

I didn't really. I'd been cuckold for a couple of years, but she had never suggested there could be female lovers for her or for me. However, I said. "Yes Mistress."

How did you get home?" Rachel asked.

"I couldn't find my keys so George Cotter brought me."

"For a price?" She asked with a sly grin.

When I didn't reply, she dismounted and walked over to where I was standing and slapped me very hard. My eyes were down and I didn't see it coming. It staggered me; I fell against the couch and hit the ground.

"I asked you a question, Bitch."

"Yes Mistress. Yes he made me suck his cock."

"I know." Rachel said. "I paid him." She pointed to a corner across the room and said. "Kneel in that corner."

I heard what I assumed was Rachel return, but couldn't determine what she was doing. I'd been in the corner for 30-minutes or so when she said. "Go to your room and follow the instructions on your bed."

My room was the former guest bedroom. It had been redone in pink with white trim. Ruffles and lace were everywhere and the walls were covered with pictures of male strippers, their flaccid cocks hanging provocatively from their perfect tanned bodies. There were no doors on my room. Carrie Ann was not allowed privacy and there were lots of mirrors not for vanity, but to shame me for what I had become.

The first item on the list was – Clean yourself. Not referring to a nice warm bath, of course, but to an enema. That was a frequent daily chore.

I stripped out of my clothes, hung up the skirt and blouse, put the bra, panties, hose and garter in the dirty close bag. I hand washed these items every other day.

I filled the 2-quart bag with a scented oily ingredient that mixed with warm water to for a milky cleanser that went in me smoothly most of the time. I used a double Bardex. I put it inside me, pumped the balloons up and laid down on a large bathmat next to the tub. There was always pain and cramping, but the Bardex offers no options. The full two quarts was going in me and it did so fairly quickly. While I held the solution for the required five minutes, I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and applied White Shoulders lotion to my hairless body, put on deodorant and White Shoulders perfume. I'm not required to smell strongly of perfume, but I use the scent in its various forms and it is not "Old Spice". Once the fluid was expelled, I put a super tampon in me and returned to the list.

Sure enough the second item was put a tampon in you. It always struck me as odd for my wife to insist I wear a tampon. Oh well, I wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer anyway.

Down the list I went. The white spandex high-cut briefs were closer to a girdle than panties. They had the additional duty of holding my CB6000 back between my legs. They were trimmed in lace and had breather panels down both sides. The bra matched the panties, was made of spandex and was front closure.

The blouse was of a very thin material with a larger open collar and three button sleeves. The details of my bra were clearly visible.

The gray trousers had pink pin stripes and were elegantly tailored in year-round wool with a side zipper. My waist is fairly small for a male at 32" and my caboose is a shapely 38". In most cases I wear a size 10T. These trousers had been lengthened in the crouch to provide additional space so my clitty stick cage wouldn't ruin their drape. The belt was thin pink leather with a delicate silver clasp.

I have a narrow foot for a male wear a size 9.5B or 10B in ladies shoes. The shoes for this outfit matched the belt. They were pink leather, open-toe, wedge sandals with I.5" heels. The strap between my big and index toes featured the same delicate clasp. 

There was no jewelry and all my identification, credit cards, keys and cash were in a stylish pink clutch purse. Rachel had thoughtfully included a delicate lace handkerchief and a spare tampon.

I never really used makeup and while my hair was on the long side it was cut in a male style parted on the right.

When I entered the den, Rachel turned and took a long look. Pointing toward the fireplace she said. "Walk over there, turn a couple of times and come back. You know runway style."

When I had done as instructed. She said. "I want you to practice putting more up and down motion in your hips as you move. It will help if you try putting one foot down directly in front of the other. Otherwise, it just the look I wanted." She picked a lipstick up from the bar and said. "Put this on and we will be ready to go."

Go exploded in my head. I had reached for the lipstick, but I froze. I momentarily looked at Rachel, terror in my eyes. I quickly dropped my eyes, but the damage was done.

"Listen you fagot, don't even think about disobeying me – ever. From now on you are my sissy sex toy. If I say jump, don't bother to ask how high, just jump as high as you can. Right now I'd like to take my cane and turn your ass into hamburger. I don't have time right now, but if you do one more thing to piss me off and I'll take the time. For the moment, let me give you a taste of one of the ways your punishment will take in the future.

Rachel turned and pulled her skirt up. She had not put her thong back on. She bent forward and said. "Clean it."

I went to my knees, spread her ass checks and began licking her anus.

"French it." She said.

My tongue went deep inside her rectum.

After a moment she stood and asked. "How did you like that Carrie Ann."

Still on my knees I responded the only way I dared. "Thank you Mistress Rachel. It is a pleasure servicing your beautiful ass."

"Just remember, you displease me and I may never need another piece of toilet paper. Do you clearly understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Rachel."

"I hope so, the next time I need to pee I'll elaborate." She said, offering the lipstick again.

This time there was no delay. I accepted the lipstick, stood and went to the mirror behind the bar. I wiped my lips with a napkin and wished I could brush my teeth or gargle. I applied the coating to my lips. It was a wet pink and caused my lips to glimmer.

We drove to the Springdale Mall in silence. Rachel parked close to the front entrance and waited for me to get her door. She preceded me through the mall leaving a trail of discussed onlookers in our trail. She was in her element, a rich bitch with her sissy trophy-husband in tow. I really embraced this role, but I had just never been so exposed before. My clitty stick was drooling as I practiced my hip swing.

Our arrival at Victoria Secret caused quite an initial commotion. Rachel was calm and deliberate about her task. Because of the problem between my legs she started with panties. She asked the salesgirl to join us in a fitting room to show her the problem. I wiggled out of my trousers. The thin, tight fitting panties left no question what the problem was. The young woman was more embarrassed than I was, but recognized a big sale in the making. Her nametag said Sheila.

Rachel and Shelia carefully inspected the inventory for panties with a wide crouch that also had a matching bra. Every time they found a match, Rachel took every color they had, but not before I held them to my body to be sure "the color looked good on me".

They had a limited selection of garter belts they thought looked good with the panties. Rachel added them to my pile.

In front of Rachel and Sheila I tried on teddies, nighties and gowns. Each of the other salesgirls was offered, and accepted, an opportunity to act as a judge. By the time we were finished each young woman got to see a sissy up close and personal. Giggles and red faces turned stories of female domination with Rachel as the queen bee.

Rachel selected a couple of tube tops and a couple of sheer lace tops. Glancing at her watch she noted it was getting late. We checked out and Shelia helped us get our loot to the car.

We went back in with Sheila, who had confessed to being a lesbian during the process. She and Rachel kissed unabashedly for several minutes in front of the store and agreed to meet for dinner the next Tuesday. I had a feeling I would soon be between Shelia's lovely legs.

Rachel escorted me to a kiosk near the food court and informed the young man she wanted my ears pierced. He smiled obligingly and I took a seat. Rachel stood and watched as he put three holes in each ear and filled them with silver studs. He took every chance to feel my crouch and finally got to the cage. Looking at Rachel he said. "You have the sissy caged."

Rachel acknowledged in the affirmative and asked him to step over to where she was standing. They whispered back and forth and then he returned to where I was seated.

With Rachel on my left shoulder and the young man blocking the view from the other side, he undid my blouse and unsnapped my bra. With practiced skill he cleaned and pierced my left nipple. After the quick stabbing pain he put a barbell stud in the wound, kissed the nipple, kissed my lips and then applied a small dressing. They swapped side and repeated the process on my right nipple only this time the kiss lingered and he pushed his strong tongue inside my mouth. When he broke away, I was ready to suck his cock on the spot. Alas it was not to be, Rachel paid him, I arranged my clothes and we left for home.

When we got home Rachel told me get undressed and join her in her bathroom. She was wearing a sheer white gown and was stunning. At such moments I longed for our early relationship. I was the man of the house and we fucked with hot passion virtually every day. I knew I would never fuck her again, much less be a man.

She had me lie down in her shower stall. She removed her gown and lowered her sweet slit toward my mouth. When the yellow stream began to flow It finally dawned on me that she intended to keep her promise from earlier. The piss was scalding hot and coming in buckets. I tried to swallow a mouth full, gagged and spit up. There was no time for thinking the second mouthful went down, but the torrent continued. My face was drenched. It was up my nose and stinging my eyes. She grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth up to meet her tiny hole. I convulsed and this time voided my stomach. I was an incredible mess, but still the hot liquid kept coming. Somehow I managed to gulp a couple of mouthfuls down before she finally stopped.

"How was that?" She asked.

"Thank you." Was all I could muster in response.

"Clean me." She said.

I began licking her; apparently the submission was all she wanted. She stood and started the multiple shower-heads. Urine and vomit ran off us and down the drain. She washed her hair as I soaped her body clean.

Dressed in long flannel gowns we had a pleasant evening together, watching TV and having a light dinner with wine. We shared some Scotch before retiring and I enjoyed a deep sleep.

Chapter Three

The next morning I awoke refreshed. My nipples hurt, but not all that bad and my ears were fine. I made breakfast of French toast and peppered bacon while still in my flannel gown. Rachel was pleasant and kept up a pleasant conversation talking about articles in the newspaper.

As she finished her breakfast she casually said. "I'd like you to quit your job and become my maid."

I was stunned. I had to say something quick. I had to accept the ultimatum. I wasn't sure I wanted to be maid. It would mean I could live as a girl full time. I wanted to be a girl. I wanted to be a girl.

"Yes Ma'am." Came out as casually as had her statement.

"After you clean the kitchen, clean yourself and take a shower. I'll put some clothes on your bed."

I didn't mind cleaning the kitchen. As a matter of fact I couldn't think of what I didn't like about being Rachel's maid. Maybe I could be called her domestic assistant. After all when you drink a woman's piss it seems silly to object to cleaning her toilet.

Having sold myself on my new station in life, I went to my room and put the Bardex in me. It's strange I guess, but I love to prance around with the bulbs banging the backs of my legs. I love the pressures and pains of the fluid going in me and the release is orgasmic. Being told I have to have an enema is like being told I have to have a hot fudge sundae.

My next fun for this magic morning was to shave my legs in he shower. There is something especially feminine about shaving your body hair. Smooth skin looks and feels total different – different better.




Carrie Ann's Delight



The outfit consisted of a beige lace top that stopped just below the bottom of one of my new beige bras. My khaki shorts had a banded waist, wide cuffed legs and a back zipper. The belt and thong sandals were natural brown leather as was the darling little Dooney shoulder bag.

When Rachel asked if I was ready to go, I was and we set off in her convertible with the top down. I was still a tranny, a sissy and a slave, but I felt different. I didn't feel I had to worry about other people. My Mistress would protect me. It was a weird sort of freedom because I was in bondage.

We went to the same mall, but this time we started in Dillard's. It didn't take Rachel long to ferret out a friendly salesgirl and begin our shopping spree. She wanted me to wear stockings with seams so we started there. The girl's name was Kelly. She and Rachel would hold colors against my bare legs and decide what looked good. In the end I had three pair of six different colors.

The frightened transvestite of just the night before was gone. A giddy transsexual female had taken his place. I had an opportunity any girl would dream of, the opportunity to buy all new clothes at one time. No matter what my future held the next few hours would be one of the highlights.

The three of us went to a dressing room were I was told to remove my shorts. Kelly was fascinated with my cage and fondled it. To my surprise Rachel produced a key and allowed Kelly to remove it.

Several months ago I found a source in China for the old fashioned Kotex belt and pads.

Rachel asked. "Do you have a tampon in you?"

"Yes, Mistress." I replied

"Put this on." Rachel said as she handed me my belt and pad.

While I was doing so, Kelly mentioned she was wearing one too.

"You mean you're on your period?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah, yesterday." Kelly said.

"I want him to eat you. Do you mind?" Rachel asked gesturing at me.

"I'd love it, but I'm a bloody mess." Kelly said.

"Maybe you better get some wet towels." Rachel said.

Kelly was back quickly. I was laying on the floor with my head next to the door in full view of passers by. They spread a large red bath towel under my head and upper body; Kelly wiggled out of her jeans, removed her panties and positioned herself over my mouth. I got a full view of her bleeding slit. It looked like rare beefsteak and smelled unpleasant. I had done this for Rachel, but it was wild to be between the legs of a lovely young stranger during her period. It was exciting I pulled her to me and started licking. She tasted like blood with something even more copper tasting added. I found her clit, but didn't get on it. I wanted this to last.

It turned out I wasn't the only one that wanted this to last. Rachel had removed her shorts and panties and was leaned against the door offering her pussy to Kelly. The offer was accepted and while I ate out Kelly she munched on Rachel.

After our mutual culmination I was a bloody mess and both girls were covered in perspiration. It took a few minutes, but we got cleaned up and dressed. From the smiles, I'd say everyone enjoyed themselves. We decided to have a latte and relax before we started our shopping.

Kelly and Rachel agreed we would start in lingerie. I needed a black strapless and a white long-line brassiere. We bought three firm, cuff-top brief girdles with detachable garters in black white and beige. When I wear a Kotex pad, panties and a girdle it feels like my clitty stick is gone. Slips seem passé, but we bought a couple.

We found three suits. A light gray with a pink pinstripe was a metro-style with a shawl collar and an above the knee fitted skirt. The tan suit featured a light blue pinstripe, an A-line skirt and slit sleeves on the jacket. My Navy blue had a gray pinstripe, a long double-breasted jacket and a short pencil skirt.

And so it went, department by department. Shorts, jeans, swimwear, tops, skirts, trousers, sleepwear, it was beyond decadent and that was before we even got to shoes and purses. We selected 28-pair of shoes, several Dooney & Burke purses and a selection of Coach purses. The bill would have been the equivalent of a third-world countries GNP, but to Rachel it was only money. I just assumed she had a plan and went on shopping. The three of us took another short break and over a fruit smoothie decided another trip to one of the dressing rooms would hit the spot.

I really enjoyed this second coppery tasting excursion through Kelly's lovely bald pussy. The initial apprehension was gone and I concentrated on bringing her off. She apparently was also more comfortable servicing Rachel's pussy. There had been no indication if she was bisexual or lesbian, but both girls enjoyed a couple of hard climaxes. Between Kelly's juices and her menses my face and hair were a wet matted disaster. Rachel decided I should go to the men's bathroom in the middle of the mall and clean up. I didn't hesitate, despite the fact that I was certainly not in a condition to be out in public.

We reconvened our shopping excursion in the jewelry department and started with earrings. My piercings were too new to use but we bought various combinations of studs, hoops and shoulder dusters. Rings, bracelets, a couple of watches, anklets and even a couple of toe rings contributed to the haul, but the coup-de-grace was an elaborate faux diamond engagement and wedding ring set.

Rachel said. "With this ring I thee enslave. You may kiss my feet."

I, of course, complied, on my knees, right there on the floor of Dillard's.

Because of the sheer size of our purchase, Rachel decided to have a courier pick up our stuff and deliver it home. We said our good byes to Kelly and left the store. Predictably, our next stop was the beauty shop.

Rachel and I received mani-pedis. I got acrylic fingernails in a modest length and both my finger and toenails were done with thin French tips. While the girl was washing my hair she found a couple of clumps in my hair and asked what I'd been doing. I said nothing.

My hair wasn't long enough to do much with so Rachel decided on a wig. It was a darling blond bob with forward flips on both sides that covered my jaw line. She told them to dye my hair to match the color. Next, we both had a massage and a facial. It was late afternoon and Rachel decided to go home while the girls at the shop showed me how to do my makeup. We stepped into the restroom; she re-installed my cage and kissed me on the lips. It was the most affection I'd seen from her in a long time and caught me a bit off guard.

"Take a cab home, when you are through here." Rachel said.

I wasn't to learn till later that she had removed my money and credit cards from my purse. I finished my "makeup" lesson and the girls in the shop call me a cab.

With the wig and makeup I was considerably more feminine. I admired myself in the store windows and a couple of guys turned to look at me, but not with discuss this time.

For sheer fun I went to the ladies room and changed my tampon. I'd never been in a real woman's restroom before and I had to literally force myself to leave, but the cab would be waiting.

The driver was a tall, slender young man and he said. "Where to Ma'am?"

That was another first and I was quickly beginning to enjoy my new role. As we were pulling into Rachel's house I realized I had no money. I asked the driver to wait and tried to unlock the front door. The night latch had been set and Rachel was watching from the front window. She put her thumb in her mouth, removed it, smiled then turned and left.

Setup or not there was my option. I returned to the cab.

"Sir, I'm very sorry, but my wife took my money and won't let me in the house."

The cabby shoved the door open and said. "What kind of crazy shit are you trying to pull lady? Are you trying to stiff me with this wife crap? It's my money or your ass."

"Again, I'm sorry Sir, but I guess it's my ass. I have no money." I looked him in the eyes and added. "I can give you an IOU or a blow job."

He stared at me for a long time before walking to his cab. He got in the back seat and started loosening his pants.

"Well?" He said glaring at me.

I got in on the other side and knelt in the floorboard. It was rubber and very uncomfortable, but his cock had my attention. Like him it was long, slender and very black. The head was pink and slightly smaller than the shaft.

He flipped my top up and used both hands to rip my bra apart. He was wide-eyed in disbelief. Slapping my tiny studded breast with the back of his hand, he said. "You're a damn queer." After a moment he grabbed my hair. It came off in his hand. He flung the wig out the door on my side, grabbed a hand full of my real hair and screamed. "Your going to wish you had given me my money."

He pulled my face to his cock, but I was not resisting. I wanted to taste him and feel him inside me. He forced my throat open with his meat and bucked his hips. I gurgled and gagged, but it was just a distant noise for me. My nose was in his wiry hair. I couldn't inhale. His thumbs were on my throat. I could feel him inside me and outside me. I was growing faint, but remained a rag doll in his hands. He pulled a foot of cock out of my throat and started cumming in my mouth. I needed to breathe and swallow at the same time, but he just kept squirting. His cum poured out of my mouth and onto my chest and clothes.

Sated, he said in a low growl. "Get out."

I started backing out. When I turned there was Rachel with her video camera. She allowed me to pass so I picked up my wig and went to my room. I was sitting there quietly when she entered my room.

"What do you think about being a woman now?" Rachel asked.

I didn't answer. How could I say I enjoyed what he did, if I did? My eyes beseeched her not to force me to answer.

"Get cleaned up, put on your gown and meet me in the den." Rachel said.

Chapter Four

Over the next few weeks' real changes were happening in my life. I now began every day in the bathroom with the Bardex pumped up inside me. Enemas were an obsession; a way of life and an incredible turn on.

I dress in a sports bra, a pink leotard with my cage between my legs, white socks, white leg warmers and white sneakers. A short pink skirt helped to hide the area between my legs. Thus attired, I jog to a center that is doing electrolysis on me. They started with my face. I like to shave my pits and legs, but I need my face and torso done. My hair is so light and sparse it will take a lot less time than for most men.

A light workout, just to tone my muscles, and a rub down with oil and perfume complete my morning and usually has me home by 10:00 AM. My housekeeping duties keep me busy till lunch and I'm required to stop and watch Days Of Our Lives with my luncheon salad.

My afternoons are used according to notes from Rachel. I go to the grocery, the bank, the cleaners, the drug store or whatever she needs done. These days I dress as a girl for these forays and rarely encounter even a sideways glance. By 3:30 or 4:00 I start preparing items for Rachel's dinner, which she likes, served at 6:00 if she is home. I never know if she is coming home, but cocktails and dinner are always ready.

One afternoon, I received a small package addressed to Rachel and after her first Scotch and soda she told me to strip. She tied me very securely to a straight-backed chair and put a black bag over my head. She rubbed my chest with something that was very cold and removed my nipple studs. Next came a feeling of pressure or weight and then silence.

Before she went to bed Rachel removed the restraints and bag to reveal that I had a new pair of glue-on breast forms.

"I wanted you to get used to the weight." Rachel said. "Put on a nighty and meet me in my room"

The reason she wanted me to get used to weight seemed obvious, as did the trip to her bedroom. For Rachel her nighttime orgasms were a tranquilizer and I got a chance to test the adhesion of my new breasts in a familiar spot – between her legs.

Another innocent little package produced hormones and Rachel put me on an immediate regiment. A trip to see an urologist set up by Rachel ended in an appointment to have my testicles and scrotal sack removed. Other surprises included a belly button ring and a tattoo on my right shoulder. It looked a lot like a naked Tinkerbell except with big colorful butterfly wings and flaccid cock. My conversion to femininity was moving forward at warp speed and I really enjoyed most of it, but I didn't want to lose my balls. The bottom line – I was powerless to resist.

At Rachel's instruction, I boxed all my male clothing. Dressed in a mini-skirt, strappy sandals with 5" heels, a transparent short sleeve blouse that showed off my breasts and tattoo, no underwear and my cage I delivered all the boxes to Goodwill.

My ear holes were ready for rings. Most of the time I wore a diamond stud in the top holes, small silver rings in the middle holes and large silver hoops in the bottom holes. My hairless, well made up face was becoming more and more difficult to distinguish from a natural girl's.

Several weeks into my conversion, Rachel brought home a big gift box with a pink ribbon and bow.

"This is for you Carrie Ann." Rachel said.

Oh, thank you, Mistress Rachel."

"Go in your room and put it on. I want to see how you look." Rachel said.

It was a uniform. There was a pink satin and lace corset with full coverage cups, adjustable straps and three garters per side. The hose were white mesh with back seams and precious little pink bows at the top of the seams. The shoes were white patient leather pumps with 4" spike heels and open toes. The panties were pink spandex covered in rows and rows of white lace ruffles. The skirt was mid-thigh length pink satin. It flared provocatively over one satin and four crinoline half-slips that tied at the waist. There was a smart little white satin cap. White leather cuffs with "D" rings attached to my neck, wrists and ankles. The belt was a wide white leather also adorned with "D" rings. Each of these items attached utilizing small locks for which I had no key. Once I was dressed I felt the most feminine and submissive yet.

"You're just precious Carrie Ann. Jeff is just going to love your look." Rachel said.

The word exploded in my mind – Jeff. Who was Jeff? Was he to see me like this? Was he going to do more than see me? "Thank you Mistress." I said.

"Make me a Rob Roy on the rocks and be sure there are at least two six-packs of long-necks in the refrigerator." Rachel said.

The doorbell was ringing when I returned with the cocktail. I didn't have to be told to answer it. A look in the hall mirror revealed wet pink lips, silver eye shadow and my short blond bob (it was now my real hair).

I opened the door to a man in his late 30's or early 40's in a short sleeve dress shirt and slacks. "Well, you must be Carrie Ann. Rachel said you were cute and I agree. I'm Jeff Mallard." He didn't offer a hand and walked past me in the living room.

Rachel met him.

Jeff said. "Hi, baby."

"Hi, darling." Rachel said. She was all over him, arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily and pressing her body to his. She was literally of the ground in his powerful arms.

When they finally calmed down Rachel asked. "Would you like a beer?"

"Well, that wasn't what I came for, but it's a good start." Jeff said.

With a twinkle in her eyes she cooed. "What did you come here for?"

Without hesitation, Jeff looked at me then Rachel and said. "To fuck you, baby."

"Ooh, that's what I want. Get the beer Carrie Ann." Rachel said.

When I returned he was in a chair and she was curled up on the couch. They were talking about their day as if they were an old married couple, which they may have been, but not to each other. I gave him his beer; he refused the offer of a frosted glass.

I stood awkwardly beside Rachel until she said. "Sit on the floor by Jeff and rest your head on his leg."

With Jeff stroking my hair like I was his favorite lap dog Rachel continued, but the subject switched. "Isn't my husband the most obedient little slut?"

"He looks more like a woman than I expected, as a matter of fact it is hard to believe he has a cock."

"I'd say it is more of a cockette. Show him." Rachel said.

I stood, lowered my panties and exposed my shaved, caged clitty stick. After Jeff got a good look, I pulled my panties up and resumed my previous position.

"It isn't much, certainly not enough to properly satisfy a real woman like you." Jeff said. They both laughed and he added. "I can't imagine being caged."

"She's easier to control that way, but she won't have to wear it much longer. I'm having her balls and scrotal sack removed."

Jeff suddenly pulled his hand back as if he were touching a pile of dung. "And he agreed to that?"

"As soon as she discovered what I wanted, she begged the surgeon to do it and sucked his cock to seal the deal. I can hardly take her out in public she is such a cock hound." Rachel said.

His hand softly resting on my head again, Jeff asked. "What will it do to him?"

"In combination with the female hormones I have her on, her body will become more feminine. Her breast and hips will enlarge and the curves will soften. Her skin will be softer and since she is already having electrolysis she will be virtually hairless. Her "pussy" will be soft, hairless and tight." Rachel said.

"What about his dick?" Jeff asked.

"It will shrivel up and become useless over time, but she won't care. She won't have enough sex drive to get a piss-ant hard. Her whole life will center on service to me. The taste of cum and the stimulation of her pussy will be her new sexual obsessions." Rachel said.

"Well, why don't you just cut his dick off?" Jeff asked.

"I'll delight in showing friends that she is not a real girl and how subservient she is to me." Rachel said.

Jeff held an empty bottle in my face and said. "Get me a beer."

Rachel held up her glass and said. "Me, too."

When I returned the conversation was still concerning me. I returned to my spot at Jeff's feet.

"Well, so what's he going to do for us tonight?" Jeff asked then added. "Watch?"

"He's going to do whatever you want my precious." Rachel said as she moved to sit in his lap, her back to me. "If you want she will stand on her head with a hot poker in her ass."

Rachel kissed him and ran her fingers through his hair. When she broke the embrace she said. "Would you like a suggestion?"

Jeff grabbed a handful of Rachael's hair. He didn't jerk her head back, but he did exercise some control. "If I start taking your suggestions do you think I'm going to end up like him?"

"Oh my God, no." Rachel said in apparent sincerity. "He was never a real man, like you."

"Okay my pet, what's your idea?" Jeff asked.

"I've been thinking about this night forever. I want her to get you hard by sucking your cock. Then I want her to hold the petals of my pussy apart with one hand while she holds your cock in the other hand and guides you inside me." Rachel continued by musing out load. "My husband guiding another man's cock into my pussy." Then she said. "If you want she can give you a rim job while you fuck me. When you are finished she will clean your cum out of my pussy. How does that sound?"

"Well, it sounds to me like you don't care much for this pussy boy." Jeff said.

"Actually, Jeff darling, the more I control her the more I love her. I can't imagine my life without her." Rachel said.

"Well, okay baby if that's what you want let's get undressed." Jeff said.

It was twenty or thirty minutes later when Rachel finally straddled my head, put her flushed pussy to my lips and released her creamy load. I eagerly licked and sucked at her glorious hole trying to get every drop of fluid out of her. I'd eaten her pussy many times and she had many orgasms, but this special for both of us. Meanwhile, Jeff was kissing her and mauling her breasts. Rachel shuddered from a long, powerful climax and collapsed onto her side glistening in perspiration and sated.




Carrie Ann's Delight



Jeff was a regular, but there was also Curtis, Fred and Manny. The routine was the same only the dicks changed. My role as maid, sissy, ass licker and cum bucket was repeated time and time again.

I was in heaven. Everything about my life was wonderful. I wanted more, but this was literally a dream come true.

Chapter Five

My life was all about Rachel. She was my alpha and my omega. I was devoid of responsibility except the list of chores she gave me each morning. She came and went at her leisure and I adapted to her needs, desires and caprices.

The night came when things changed. It was Fred's third visit. He had fucked Rachel hard twice and seemed up for another when she asked him to fuck me instead. I guess they had discussed this possibility because he was all over the idea. My virgin pussy was about to be used.

He told me to get on all fours without my panties. For some reason clear only to him, he got his belt and beat me with it fifteen or twenty times. Rachel finally asked him to stop. With that he spit on my pussy hole and shoved his big ole cock inside me. He was ferocious. He had made love to Rachel. He fucked me hard and enjoyed doing it. He wanted to hurt me, but I wiggled my ass and squealed with delight. That night I became a real girl.

After my Orchiectomy I was very inactive for a couple of weeks. I liked the looks of my smooth testicle-less clitty stick and it was obvious immediately how much more comfortable I was going to be with it tucked back between my legs. I'd worn the cage so long it seemed the mass was less than a third of what it had been originally, which it probably was.

Rachel spent the night out a couple of times and invited a few guys to her house for dinner and sex during my recuperation, but for the most part I stayed in my room. One night she was very drunk, came into my room and deposited a large sticky load in the general direction of my mouth. The next morning she told me my duties would return too normal and I was ready.