0 comments/ 249355 views/ 18 favorites Jen's Story By: Jenny C. I feel the need to share this story. It truly blows my mind every time I think about it. I can't believe I had the nerve to go through with it. Well, here goes nothing... First let me say that my boyfriend and I were calling each other Mommy and Daddy all day. We were training our Dobermans (our babies) and were just kind of being cutesy I guess. The time came to go to bed and he asked, if I was "going to take care of Daddy like a good girl should." Meaning let him fuck me until my knees trembled. I said, "Whatever my Daddy wants!" We started fooling around and soon were having some really great sex. In the heat of it, he asked me to say "Fuck me Daddy!" Well, at first I felt very awkward. But I was pretty hot too. I replied, "I think my father would be very upset if I told him to fuck me." He groaned with passion. "I'm quite sure my father would be very mad if I told him to ram his hard cock into me." He started pumping into me faster. "And I know he'd be upset if I told him to cum inside my tight little pussy." He started fucking me so hard I was getting dizzy. "And I can't imagine what my mother would say, if she walked in and saw my father fucking me...with my legs around his back and my nails digging into his shoulders." I wrapped my legs around my boyfriend and started matching his thrusts. He was going crazy and I was getting turned on by it. "Can you imagine it? What would my mother say if she saw that... Daddy fucking me hard and fast and me saying...."Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me with that big, hard cock!" As soon as I said that, my boyfriend exploded inside of me, yelling "Oh God!" I rarely cum during intercourse, usually just during foreplay (if at all.) But that night I came so hard that I trembled for several minutes. After we calmed down he said, "Wow, we were talking about your father during sex." "Yup," was all I could say. I felt very weird after the hormones stopped racing around. I got up and took a shower. The whole time I couldn't help but think about what I had said in bed. Inevitably, I pictured my father on top of me, fucking me. I tried to shake the thoughts, but my pussy was tingling and getting very wet. I thought about it and I guess I had pictured it while my boyfriend was fucking me. And I realized, I wanted my father to fuck me. Without even knowing, I slid my hand down my wet torso and began rubbing my clit, dreaming about my own father having his way with me. His tight balls slapping against my ass as he rammed his cock into me mercilessly. Again, I had a very powerful orgasm. I was showering with the curtain open. I looked in the mirror and I saw a look of absolute lust in my eyes I had never seen before. I watched myself fondling my breasts, tugging at the nipples. I wanted my father to be there watching me. I asked him in my mind, "Do you like that Daddy?" And came for the third time that night. That night I dreamt of it, the whole thing. What I had said, how much my man enjoyed it, how hard I had cum and mostly the look in my eyes. I woke with a very different feeling. I never really thought about sex that much when I was at work before. But that day I could think of little else. The other girls in my office always talk about it and were making it even harder on me to stay focused. I thought about going to the bathroom and trying to "relieve some sexual tension". I just kept thinking of my father and his cock. A cock I hadn't seen nor touched but was driving me crazy with lust. And I came to another realization just then... I didn't feel weird for thinking the taboo thoughts. I just wanted to get fucked by him, very very soon. I called my boyfriend and got him going. "Hi Daddy," I cooed. "Jenny?" I knew he was going to play along then. I had told him long ago never to call me Jenny because that's what my parents call me. "Yes Daddy, it's me." "What's on your mind Honey?" "You are Daddy." "I am? And what is my little Jenny thinking about?" "Your cock Daddy.. I want it again.. I want to feel it deep inside me." I heard his breathing quicken and the rustling of clothes. "Whatcha doing Daddy?" "Just thinking about you Princess." "You are? Are you naked Daddy?" "Yes Dear." "Are you stroking that nice hard cock for me Daddy?" "Uh huh." "Daddy? Am I a better fuck than Mom?" He groaned very loudly. "Oh Christ Jen!" "Am I Daddy? Mom has a nice body but my tits are bigger. Do you like my tits Daddy?" "Yes Jenny, I love your tits. I always have!" "I'm playing with them now Daddy, rubbing my hard nipples for you." "Oh God Jen!" "Are you cumming for me Daddy?" "Very close Honey!" "Daddy.... If I were there... would you fuck me?" I heard him moan just like he did the night before. I also heard little light taps against the phone. He told me later that he came so hard it hit the phone and the pillow behind his head. That evening we fucked like mad. I called him Daddy and he called me Jenny. I had never experienced multiple orgasms until that night. I actually thought that they were a myth! The next day would change my life. I left for work early, before my boyfriend got out of bed. I put on thigh high stockings and garters. All black. I had seen my father's girlie magazines as a teen and all the girls wore black lingerie. I put on a very sheer black lace bra, no panties though. I was getting so hot thinking about what I was going to do that afternoon. I went to work and got everything done before noon. Then I went to my parent's house. My mother was working and Dad's car was gone. "Perfect!" I thought. I let myself in and went directly to my old bedroom. The place I had pictured my father and I having sex. There it was... my old poster bed.. my full-length mirror... My pussy snapped when I replayed my dreams through my head. I went down to the bathroom and removed my skirt and blouse. I was going to pretend like I had spilled something on them at work and was there to clean them. My parents live much closer to my office than I do, so no one would think it odd. I poured some coffee on them and then let them soak in the sink. I laid down on the couch and awaited my father's return. I was sure he was golfing and would be back by 1:30. It was 1:25. I watched the driveway anxiously. All the while lightly rubbing my nipples through my bra. He arrived at exactly 1:37. I laid back and feigned sleep. He walked in and stopped dead. My nipples were still hard and I was wearing no panties. As I said earlier, I have a nicer body than my mother, and right then my father was getting a good look at it. "Jenny! What in the hell are you doing?" He yelled. I pretended to wake up and look at him, "Hi Daddy." "Don't give me 'Hi Daddy' Why are laying around half naked?" "I spilled coffee on my new outfit and came here to clean it." "You couldn't put on a house coat?" "I was going to, I guess I just fell asleep. Besides, it's not like you've never seen me naked Dad." "You're a grown woman now Jenny, it's different." I was beginning to think I wouldn't be able to go through with it, when I noticed a rather sizable lump in his pants. I had turned him on! And he was turning me on every time he called me 'Jenny' and he didn't even know it! I decided it was right then or never... "I'm not the only one that's grown Daddy!" I said as I nodded at his hardening cock. "Or is it the fact that I have grown that's making you grow?" "Jenny, stop talking like that!" I ran my hand over my breasts and cupped one. "Do you like them Daddy? Do they turn you on?" "Jennifer Allison! Stop this right now!" "Its okay Daddy.... just tell me. I know its been a while since you've seen a nice set like mine. Hasn't it?" He was weakening, I saw him staring at the breast I was caressing. I got bolder. I lifted it out of the bra and began to pinch the nipple. "Daddy? Would you like to touch them? It'll be our little secret." "Jenny... we can't do this. You shouldn't even be talking like this to me. I'm your father." "I know.. and I am your daughter. And every daughter loves her father and every father wants his daughter. You do want me ... don't you Daddy?" With that, I laid back on the couch and ran my hand down to my pussy. I bent one leg and opened my crotch to his view. "C'mon Daddy... just this one time. No one will know." "Jenny.. I .. we.. this isn't right.. your mother.. we just can't." He said all of this while rubbing his erection through his pants. I knew I had him. I fell to my knees and pulled down his zipper. I found the cock I had been dreaming of. I pulled it out and stroked it. I looked into his eyes. "Does that feel good Daddy?" "Oh Jenny...we really shouldn't." He tilted his head back and moaned. I moved my own head closer and kissed his beautiful cock. "Would you like me to suck it Daddy? Do you want your little Jenny to suck her Daddy's cock?" "Please Jenny.. we have to stop this." I slid my mouth over the head of his cock and felt him look down at me. I locked eyes with him as I fellated him. I was sucking the cock that made me. My own father's hard cock was in my mouth and I was in ecstasy. He began to move his hips a little and his hand went lightly to the back of my head. I bobbed on him for a few short minutes, then I could stand it no longer. I grabbed him by the hand and led him to my old bedroom. There I lay back on the bed. "Daddy, please fuck me now. I have wanted this for sooo long!" As I spoke those words, I realized that I had in fact wanted to have sex with my father since I knew what sex was. I spread my legs and my father lay on top of me. I reached between us and guided him into me. "Yes Daddy... fuck me." "Oh Jenny. This is every father's secret desire." He pushed lightly into me. "And every daughter's." I whispered as I licked his earlobe. I felt him slide further into my dripping crevice. I felt his weight, my father's weight, on top of me. I arched my back, raising my hips, taking him inside me to the hilt. I could feel his balls against the lower part of my pussy lips. I came right then. I convulsed, my pussy clamping my father's cock so hard he couldn't even move. "Oh Daddy! Yes! Make love to me! Fuck me! Hump me! Lay me! I am yours!" He started thrusting into me, whispering, "Oh Jenny. I have thought about this so many times. Sometimes when I am with your mother, and the light is just right, she looks so much like you!" He looked down at my breasts. "Except for those huh, Dad?" I said with a little grin. "I have wanted to see them for so long Jenny. They are beautiful. Perfect." I was so happy I started to cry a little. He mistook it for feeling bad. I insisted that it was because I was so happy to make love to him. I told him how I always knew he would be loving and gentle. He kissed me thousands of times. Sending me over the edge countless times. Our lust took over soon after... I got on all fours and faced my full length mirror. He wasn't sure of what I wanted. "Get behind me Daddy." He moved behind me and re-entered me. I watched in the mirror. Seeing that look of lust in my eyes again. I watched as his hands grabbed my hips and pushed lightly into me. To see my own father behind me, to feel him inside of me, was a feeling like I could never describe. "Harder Daddy. Fuck me harder!" I pushed back against him. He started to pound that lovely cock into his daughter's pussy....my pussy. "Do you like my pussy Dad? Is it tight enough for you?" I flexed my vaginal muscles and heard him moan. "Yes Jenny. Its so beautiful. Just like I dreamed it would be, and even better!" Hearing him refer to his fantasies of me made me swell with lust. I bit my lip as I came again. "Daddy, shoot your hot cum inside of me!" "I never thought I'd ever hear you talk that Jenny," he said. "Do you like it Daddy? Or am I too nasty?" "Oh Jenny I love it. Your mother wont even say 'fuck' " I have never heard him say that word, It made the hair on my neck stand up. "Fuck? Mom wont say fuck? She wont tell you to fuck her pussy? Well, I will Daddy. Anything you want me to say, anything you want me to do." He began to move faster, I knew he was close. "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! God I love that hard cock in my cunt!" (I never use that word, but I was crazed.) He started grunting. "Yes Daddy! Grab my hips and fuck me. Fuck your little girl! Shoot that hot cum in my pussy!" He could take no more. I felt his body tense and with a final thrust he blasted shot after wonderful shot of the same seed that created me into my womb. We collapsed and fell asleep soon after. My boyfriend still has no idea it happened. I have gotten together several times with my father since then. It is the best sex I have ever had. Having my boyfriend call me 'Jenny' doesn't have the same effect on me. But anytime I say, "Fuck me Daddy" to him he goes nuts. If he only knew.... Jen's Story Master owned a large house, much of it lined with & paneled in dark maple. For example, the living room, with its creamy white walls and curtained windows, contained dark maple windows & two archways, both of which featured two massive maple columns. Master had fitted each set of columns with two pair of relatively unobtrusive eyebolts, one at the top, one at the bottom. The room was furnished with very comfortable leather furniture because, as He had explained to more than one Dom who had visited, leather is much easier for her to lick clean. her.... her name was jennifer, jen for short. she had belonged to Him for five years...three of those years before they had even met besides on the internet and in MUD's. For the past two years, she had been an infrequent visitor to His house, only on the weekends when she could be free from work & family commitments. jen was some 25 years younger than her Master. she called Him "Daddy" much of the time. But not tonight. In the darkened living room, the curtains are tightly drawn and candles are glowing in the dead of night. One of the entryways is open for access. But, the other is blocked ... blocked by jen who is suspended by her wrists from the top eyebolts. Her ankles are also bound and spread apart, attached to small eyebolts set into the base of the columns. she is gagged but not blindfolded, for she is meant to see everything that happens in that room on this evening. Anyone entering could admire her heavy breasts, nipples pierced and joined by a heavy-looking gold chain, her shaved pussy, her pierced clit, her round full ass, her short brown hair that was so perfect for grabbing hold of, her deep brown eyes wide open and looking at everything. .......... The morning had started strangely for jen. Master knew she wasn't working this weekend and that her husband was off camping with his drunken buddies. So, at 7:30, He left her a voice message, "Victoria Mall 9:00 AM. Dress in moderate slut...skirt, blouse, bra optional, no panties, sandals. We're shopping today, My pretty darling." jen got the message at 8:30 when she finally crawled from bed. She had heard the phone ring, but didn't bother getting up. And when she woke & heard HIS voice, she almost died. She rushed through breakfast & got dressed as quickly as she could, trying to remember exactly what He'd said. she sped all the way to the Mall, a ten-minute drive in seven minutes! she had tried to dress as Daddy said, but she'd not quite got it right. she knew she'd missed something, but she wasn't quite sure.... she didn't find Him until 9:10, sitting sipping an iced coffee at Billigan's Coffee Cafe. He looked at her and said, very calmly, "you're late. That's 5 tonight" jen knew he meant strokes with the flogger. she cringed inwardly and gasped out, "But, Daddy, you called so late...." she looked Him in the eyes, but there was no softness there. His voice only dropped lower and became more intense. "Sweet darling, do not whine at Me. you know how much I hate whining little girls." He took out a notebook from the pocket of his black t-shirt and scribbled in it. jen knew that her total had just gone up. Twice she'd been bad already. "Now, sit and spread your legs, sweet one. Daddy wants to check something." As she sat, jen became filled with horror. Had He ordered her to not wear panties? she tried to recall the phone message, but her mind wouldn't bring it back to her. she had slipped on her silk leopard skin panties under her too short flared skirt. "He loves those panties, maybe He'll let it go...." she thought, praying to the goddess that her Master was in a forgiving mood. But, of course, she wasn't in luck. "Take those off...now!" He commanded her in the same low, seemingly imperturbable voice. Despite the gentle whisper, jen knew how serious He was and how pissed off. She had heard Him give a command in that tone just once before. And afterwards, she hadn't been able to sit for three days until the bruises and swelling from the cane went down. She moved to quietly slip off the panties, slipping a hand under her skirt. "No, stand and do it, babyslut." jen shook her head, feeling her face turn beet red. His hand touched hers and began to squeeze. She looked in His eyes and realized that if she didn't do as Master commanded, it would be a short trip and a long beating. jen rose and quickly lifted her skirt to slide her panties off, glancing around as she did.. she guessed that no one had seen her. She thanked her lucky stars and sat again. jen saw the notebook again, saw Him scribble a number in it. she imagined it must be at least 10 more. That would make 20 and they hadn't even started out yet. Master finished His coffee as jen sat quietly, hands folded in front of her on the table. The serving girl came and gave Him the check. He paid and He and jen made ready to leave. Then she noticed that there was a card on the table. She picked it up and read, "I saw her take them off. I think you're a Dom. Could you please show me how it works? Carol, 555-xxxx." Jen was furious and humiliated. Who did this bitch think she was, trying to hit on HER Master? She wanted to go back and rip her tits off her, but instead, she felt Master's gaze on her face. "Give Me that, please, sweet one." She consider saying no, but didn't want to risk more anger. She handed it to Him. He read it, looked at Carol, a slim, small breasted redhead, and smiled. Then He turned to jen and said, "not My type, huh?" He ushered her from the coffee shop. "Keep this for Me." He slipped into the pocket of her skirt. ......... Her Master has been slowly flogging her for an hour, working her up through a series of floggers... First, He has been warming her ass and back and belly and thighs and breasts, watching the pink suffuse her skin, listening to her whimpers. she knows that more will come & that she must hold her responses & time them with Him. Next, He has intensified the flogging, deeper, harder, with heavier and more intense floggers, finally ending with one that has knotted ends that will leave definite bruises. He listens to her pleas for mercy, but is unmoved ......... The first stop on the trip was The Angel's Devil, a leather goods shop. Master look at the wonderful collection of motorcycle jackets. Jen thrilled just at the smell of fresh leathers. That odor reminded her of being bound before Him the first time, just about two years ago, when they met at the local BDSM club's play night. He had dressed in His leathers --- jacket, pants, boots, gloves. And when He touched her, stroking her face for the first time, her legs had gone watery and her honey had flowed. Before that night was over, she had felt the sharp sting of leather riding gloves on her ass, smelled the mixture of male arousal and leather as she sucked His cock in front of a crowd, and she had been gloriously fucked by her Master, HERS, in her cunt and ass, while He was still in His leather riding pants. Since then, the mere odor of well-oiled leathers or the creaking of flexing leather could set her off, have her clawing at her clit and pussy in moments (if only in her mind's eye). But today, it was His turn to shop and hers to follow. Here, in this heaven of leather...jackets, hats, pants, shorts, wallets, even saddles... jen was tormented with lust. Her pantiless sex overflowed and her honey spilled down her thighs. Her nipples were extended and full, pushing at the thin cotton fabric of her white blouse. She was flushed and hot, even in the air conditioning of the store. She watched Him trying on a new jacket and a new pair of high cuffed riding gauntlets. The sales girl was fawning over Him, patting His chest "to be sure the lines are right". He was flirting back with her, making little jokes about how leather feels on His skin, how it smells like sex to Him. The girl was giggling and almost rubbing against Him like a cat in heat. jen was so angry at this slut and at her Master. They might as well just fuck right there! He must have sensed how she felt. He turned and motioned for her to come to Him. He looked at her and then at the girl who was attending Him. "Get her a skirt...short, very short, to try on." jen thrilled. she looked up at Him and said, "for me, Master?" she could sense that He had something up His sleeve, another test of her obedience. "Yes, pet, for you to wear the rest of today." The girl returned with a sluttishly short leather skirt. "Take her into the changing room and help her get it on, please. Then bring her back out to show Me." jen swallowed hard...go in there with this girl who was so obviously flirting with Him? She'd claw the bitch's eyes out first. she turned to Him and almost whined, but stopped herself and turned back toward the dressing room door. she went into the room with the shop girl. Master stayed ourtside, right at the door. He heard the shop girl "oooo" at the sight of jen's naked cunt and the ring through her clit. He heard jen's sharp intake and knew that the girl had brushed her clit while helping jen get the tight high skirt on. He then heard jen's protest, "no, not there, please don't touch my ass." The girl explained patiently that jen's skirt had to fit just right. He knew jen's anger & lust right now, but He also knew that this would teach jen a new lesson. When they came out, jen was blushing hotly. He looked at the girl and asked if the skirt fit jen well. The girl grinned and lifted the hem to show Him her ass and pussy that were barely covered by it. The girl said, "It fits fine, but she needs to learn a little more self-control." Master nodded. Out came the book again. jen inwardly moaned. Master searched the pockets of her other skirt and found the card. He slipped into the rear pocket of the leather mini. Master asked to see the floggers next. When He picked out one that had knots at the tips, jen was both pleased and frightened. "Master, what will those feel like?" she asked meekly. Master replied that there was only one way to find out. He sharply ordered her to bend over the counter and spread her legs apart. The shop girl grasped jen's wrists and held her tightly as the flogger snapped and a river of pain ran up her spine and back to her cunt. Master whispered, "It'll hurt real good, don't you think, babyslut?" He winked at the shop girl as jen turned and looked at Him with tears in her eyes. She knew her ass had welts from just one turn with that flogger. Master paid for the jacket, gauntlets, skirt, and flogger. As they left the shop, Master said, "you'll feel that pain and more tonight, My little bitch." .......... As the third hour of beatings progresses, things get hotter and hotter. Master brings the new flogger out and shows it to jen. But, before it gets used, Master leaves the room. Shortly thereafter, He returns with a tray of toys, ranging from a set of nasty looking nipple and clit clamps to a plastic "lunchbox" that jen recognizes as a freezer bag designed to keep things very cold and icy. her mind swirls at what might be inside. her thighs and ass are coated with her honey. The floggers have left welts on her back , as well as her breasts and her belly. Even her pussy lips have been nipped by the various floggers He has used so far. But jen knows that the worst was yet to come, for there had been one more excruciatingly horrid moment that day.... ........... After the problems at the leather store, Master decided it was time for lunch. After that, they would return home. He had work to do and she needed to take some time to prepare her body for tonight's punishment... bathe and shave completely, then oil her skin so she would glow. jen knew she would look exquisite and she looked forward to the opportunity to pamper herself before the exquisite agony of Master's hand & floggers began. she knew she would be severely punished tonight, but she also knew that the orgasmic aftermath would be so worth it all. They pulled into a parking lot & jen came out of her reverie. They were back at Billigan's! jen looked at her Master in horror. she began to protest, but one look stopped her. They went in and sat at the same table they'd been at only five hours before. jen was hot and upset at being back in the exact spot where Master had made her raise her skirt and expose her ass as she removed her panties. Even more embarrassing, the same bitch was serving them! She recognized Master immediately and came to the table, smiling & being way too nice. jen became angry, ready to fight. "Just who the fuck did this little slut think she was!" Master heard jen's hiss and put His hand on her thigh. He squeezed until it hurt. jen looked at Him, then lowered her eyes. Master was in control; not her. Master ordered for them both and they ate quietly. jen did not raise her eyes to meet His. That would be impolite. Three times the girl returned to check on them. Each time, she openly flirted with Master as though jen wasn't even there. jen's blood was boiling by this time. The last time, the waitress asked Master if He had gotten her note earlier. Master thought for a moment. "babygirl, do you have Carol's note from earlier?" He knew she did, because He had ordered her to tuck it into the pocket of the leather mini-skirt. jen looked up at Him in revulsion. "No, sir, I don't," she stammered, also inaudibly. As quickly as a snake, Master lashed out, the palm of His hand striking her face. The sound of the sudden slap silenced the entire café. Tears sprang to jen's eyes; she knew that a red mark would soon show on her cheek and stay for hours. "What did you say to Me?" He hissed. "I'm sorry, Master. Yes I do have it," jen whispered. Her trembling fingers produced it and handed it to Him. "You owe Carol an apology, too, My bad girl," He said calmly. jen looked up at Carol, who had a look of shock, triumph, and pure lust in her eyes. "I'm sorry, miss Carol," jen managed to squeak out. Master wrote an address on the note. "Wouldn't it be nice if Miss Carol would join us tonight, jen? Tell her how much you would enjoy that." jen swallowed hard. she thought briefly of telling Carol to go fuck off, that Master was hers, and that having Carol there would be agony. But she knew that would only aggravate Master & make her own torture harsher; He night even send her home without spending the evening with Him. That would be terrible! So, fighting all her other urges, jen looked up at the other woman and said, "Yes, Miss, it would wonderful to have you visit tonight. Please come to Master's house this evening." The words were like ashes in her mouth, but she knew, KNEW, that Master would not abandon her for this bitch. He spoke quietly to Carol in a tone that jen knew so very well. Master would take Carol tonight, jen realized. "At 7:55, I unlock the door. At 8:00 it locks again. Be there or not. It is the last choice you make. Cross the threshold and you give up control for the night." He paid their bill and rose. jen rose and left behind Him, still in tears. Many people turned to watch them go. ........... Master is getting everything ready for the last stage of jen's punishment. "Wait," He whispers to her, "someone is missing." jen looks at the grandfather's clock in the corner. 7:55! Master walks to the door and unlocks and opens it. jen can see the door & the porch at an angle. Standing there, in a raincoat, is Carol. Master lets her in and relocks the door. "Strip" He says. Carol drops her coat to the floor. She is standing there, naked, except for a silk ribbon around her throat. Her body is flawless. jen feels her lust rise, even as she thinks of how much she hates this fucking whore-bitch who wants to take her Master from her. Master orders Carol to stand in front of jen. Carol moves gracefully, and stands in front of the naked, beaten, sweating slave who is so boldly displayed. Master says, "put the nipple clamps on her, please." He watches in satisfaction as Carol takes each and squeezes it open, then applies it to jen's thick full hard nipples. jen cries out as each is attached, as the pain from the alligator teeth sends colossal shivers through her tortured body. Fresh tears spring to her eyes, and a new flow of thick hot honey coats her pussy lips. Master's next torment is to order Carol to kneel between jen's outstretched legs. Master moves in close and takes three clothespins. He attaches two of them to jen's labia. The third is clipped to her pierced clit. At this, jen's screams reach a new higher plane. The pain is exquisite, the need to cum is all that she can focus on. But she knows that cumming without His permission will mean worse, far worse torments tonight. Then the beatings recommence. The heavy mooseskin flogger rips at her tender kin. she is in a world of pain & pleasure, deeper than ever before. She senses more than hears Master ordering Carol to fuck her pussy with the ice dildo from the freezer bag, and then to eat her as He beats her. And the feeling of the exquisite cold of the ice cock in her steaming cunt, and then of a female tongue and lips and teeth, is added to the layers of pain and pleasure. she wants to beg Master to let her cum, but her voice cannot produce the words. Yet she hears Him mutter, "cum, jen. cum for Daddy and Miss Carol, My sweet babygirl." And the orgasm floods her whole being, rattling her, racking her body, her mind, her soul. Then all goes black. ........... jen awakens to a new sound...the wailing of a bitch in heat. she is still suspended there, but the clamps are gone, the flogging has stopped, the orgasmic bliss has passed. All she feels now are the aches and pains of tired muscles and bruised flesh. And Master, HER Master, is fucking this whore, this Carol, in the ass, right there on the living room couch. Carol is screaming in pleasure, and jen watches as Master plows her and then grunts and cums deep in the bitch's back passage. jen thinks He'll never stop. she knows that Master is draining His semen into this fucking whore's ass, and jen is suddenly awake to it all...the pain, the humiliation, and the joy of serving such a wicked, cruel Master. jen knows that Master loves her and will toss this bitch out, whether tonight or in the morning. Then He will her, His babygirl, to bed with Him until the evening when she goes home to her husband, bruised, aching, drained, and loved. But for now, it is not warm and fuzzy, at all. After Master has finished with Carol, He has Carol sit on the couch while He comes to jen and releases her from her bondage. He cuddles her, cooing to her. But then, He indicates the leather couch, the semen and cum that coat the pillows, and He says, "lick it clean, then crawl to My bedroom. you can sleep on the carpet tonight. Carol and I haven't quite finished yet." He takes Carol by the hand and leads her to bedroom, talking quietly to the giggling bitch. jen obeys, licking the couch until it shines. she can hear laughter and passionate whisperings from Master's bedroom, but they are indistinct, background noise, for all jen can concentrate on is tasting Master's cum and Carol's cum. When she is done, with a new fire burning in her belly, jen crawls on all fours toward the giggles, moans, and sounds of spanking emanating from the Master bedroom, knowing that her night of punishment and bliss has not yet ended. Jen's Story Then we all reminded Jen that she owed us a story. "OK guys, well I only got to hear about mom and our dearest Mr. Jones exploits second hand and I am so jealous that I missed spending the night of the storm with you. That sounded so exciting!" She started in, us that she had been 'experimenting' with boys for a couple of years with some kissing and fondling, and once or twice letting a boy put his hand under her shirt, when she went on the infamous movie date with Joey just after she turned 18. He had managed to get a hand up her skirt to feel her panties and then told his friends that he and Jennifer had had sex. This 'fact' had traveled around the school and soon some of the upper class boys had tried to get her to go for a ride in their car after school and when she said no they had continued to try and take her out or get her alone somewhere after school. About this time she had her first experience with their neighbor. She knew him as a polite older man, Mr. Henry, in his mid forties maybe, who always greeted her when he saw her coming home from school and several times had invited her to come up and sit on his porch for a glass of lemonade when it was hot out. While he was always very polite she noticed that he would sometimes stare at her breasts and when he brought her lemonade he often did yard work out front while she sat on the porch and she was sure that he was pretty clearly looking up her skirt more than once. Sometimes he sat next to her and they would just talk though, and he always smelled nice she thought. Then one day he was doing some painting out front with a ladder. He had offered her lemonade and she had asked him what he was painting. "Just the trim and the down spouts" he had replied and then asked her if she wanted to help and he would pay her. She had agreed, saying he didn't need to pay her because she just liked doing things with him, but she needed to change her clothes first. "No need" he had said and produced a painting smock for her. "I'll just get you started" he told her, "and then maybe I can dig out another ladder and can of paint and we can both paint." The warm evening, the wine, and recounting her experience caused Jen to drift away into the memory, which had come forward with soft clarity in her mind, and then began to play back like a movie inside her head. She let her eyes close as the movie played and enveloped her consciousness. They had moved the setup around the side of the house and away from the street, so the area felt fairly private. She had started to climb the ladder, which seemed a little unsteady, when he offered to hold it for her while she got started. He had stood there behind her and put his hands on her hips, rather than the ladder itself, as she climbed. As she got higher his hands moved first to her ass, and then the bare skin of her upper thighs. His touch felt charged with sexual energy to her, and rather than putting her off she had begun to get seriously aroused by it. He asked her if she was OK and she had told him she felt better with him there holding her. As she began to paint his hands had moved up her thighs and under her skirt all the way to her panties till he had one hand right below each ass cheek. She had to stretch up to reach some places and she knew that he could see right up her skirt when she did, and she began to do it more than she needed, imagining him looking. As she worked he moved his hands so that his thumbs were between her thighs, touching her there, even rubbing her there. While this seemed to go on forever she knew it was really only a few minutes when he asked her to come down because he didn't think the ladder was safe for her. She had set down the paint and brush and climbed down slowly while his hands had traveled up under the smock until they were covering her breasts and gently massaging them. She had stood there and leaned back against him, letting him feel her breasts and not wanting him to stop. He did though, and just told her that she was welcome to help him with things around the house any time and sent her home in a desperate state of horniness. Then she hadn't seen him for several days, while her desire for more had grown till it was almost unbearable. When he had finally appeared again he invited her in and made lemonade for her but they sat in the kitchen and talked instead of going back out to the porch. He had stood up and come round behind her and began rubbing her shoulders and neck and then lower till her breasts were aching for him to touch them. Instead he had first slowly unbuttoned her shirt and exposed her bra before reaching down and putting his hands on them. He had massaged them and put his hands down beneath the cups to feel them naked and played with her nipples till she had had an orgasm right there in the chair in his kitchen. She sat there, breathless, panting, his hands still touching her breasts till she found her voice. "I never felt anything like that before!" "That's nice Jennifer." he whispered, using her full name. "You have beautiful breasts." He kissed her as he buttoned up her shirt and then showed her to the door saying he had to do some errands. She had knocked on his door the next day but no one answered, and then, because her father was home, she couldn't check to see if he was there for several days. Then he was there again, on his porch when she came home from school, waving her up and saying hello. They had chatted for a little bit in his kitchen when he asked her if she wanted to help out in the back. She agreed, and they worked together for a while in the sun. It was hot out and he mentioned that she could take off her shirt if she wanted. She had been startled at first by his suggestion, but the back yard was fairly private and she liked to have him look at her. She began unbuttoning the blouse as he watched, and took it off, laying it on a lawn chair. They had worked some more, she dressed now in her skirt and bra. It was making her horny to have him look at her as they worked and to be dressed that way. Then he suggested she might want to take off her skirt too and she did almost without hesitation, laying it on the chair along with her blouse. They continued the yard work and she had begun to sweat in the heat. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her, and it made her feel incredibly sexy and desirable. Without prompting she stopped and removed her bra, letting her breasts swing free and now she was wearing only her panties. It felt very very naughty and her panties were very damp between her thighs, and not just from sweating. He came over behind her and she stopped what she was doing expectantly, her body trembling with excitement. He kissed her neck and licked her ear whispering that she looked beautiful and then she felt his warm hands on her shoulders. The hands traveled down her arms all the way to her waist and onto her panties and then up her back. Then they were on her sides and she raised her arms a little as they moved around to cup her breasts. She moaned and leaned back against him and the hands went down across her belly, down between her thighs. Fingers were rubbing her through her panties, touching her, exploring that private area and sending little electric shocks through her. She thrust down and out against the fingers, rocking her pelvis as they rubbed her. Her ass was now pressed against his crotch and as she rocked she could feel what she was sure was his penis pressing back against her from inside his pants. The feelings his fingers were generating became more intense and then one of his hands was working between them and she could feel him undoing his pants, working till the hard shaft of his naked penis was pressed against her ass and lower back. She pushed back against it as her orgasm built and then thrust wildly against the fingers as it broke and washed over her. She turned to face him and looked down at his erect cock swaying there between them. She reached for it, wrapping her fingers around the hard shaft. He pulled her body against his, trapping her hand and his cock between them and began thrusting it up through her encircling fingers. She squeezed the thrusting shaft and felt it beginning to pulse as a flood of semen spurted out against her naked belly and ran down over her fingers. It spurted again and again, soaking her belly and his shirt and running down onto her panties. On impulse she knelt down and put her mouth over the end, sucking and licking the last dribbles of cum, tasting it. Her pussy contracted as she sucked as if it was jealous of her mouth and knew that what she held in her hand really belonged down there, between her legs, inside her. He sighed with pleasure and stroked her hair as she continued to lick and suck gently on him. "Do you want to take a shower and clean up?" he asked as she let his organ slip from between her lips. She nodded as she rose and stood in front of him, aware of her naked breasts standing out proudly between them. He put his hands on them again and she sighed with pleasure. "Do you mind if I watch you?" She shook her head and smiled at him. He gathered her clothes and led the way back into the house and down the hall to a bathroom. He started the water for her as she stepped out of her panties and left them laying on the floor. The tiled shower stall had frosted glass doors which she left open as she entered and stepped beneath the warm spray. There was soap and shampoo on a little shelf and she stood facing him as she lathered up her hair. His penis was still hanging free of his pants and she stared at it as she moved back under the water letting the lather run down her shoulders and chest and over her breasts. She moved her hands up her sides to cup her boobs and massage them and play with the nipples. His penis was hanging lower now and had begun to rise out toward her. She took the soap and lathering her hands let them roam over her belly and back up to her tits and then down between her legs. His hand encircled the shaft of his penis and began to move back and forth, running the foreskin up over the head and back, up and back. She watched him, staring at his stroking hand and his hard cock, bobbing within it, and began to rub herself, massaging the lips of her pussy with soapy fingers, parting them to expose her pink interior, letting one and then two fingers slip between the lips and dragging them up the slit to rub with a circular motion and then dive down into her interior again. The hand had begun to move more quickly now and the shaft with its bobbing eye was pointing straight toward her. Her own excitement built and her fingers were busy between her thighs, rubbing faster and faster. There was a groan from the direction of the moving hand, and as she watched an arc of whitish liquid spurted out toward her and splashed onto the floor, and then another and another. She moaned, her pelvis thrusting, her fingers working madly and her eyes closed, her thighs pressed together clamping her hand between them and she felt she might faint. When she opened her eyes the warm water was still streaming down over her body. Mr. Henry was cleaning himself with a wet cloth and then knelt down to wipe the floor. He set a towel out for her and left the room closing the door behind him. She stood there under the shower, her body still trembling slightly, remembering the erupting stream of fluid and the stroking hand. She imagined that hard curved shaft pressing against her, rubbing her instead of her fingers, pushing up inside her and moving in and out until the fluid streamed out inside her. She knew that was where it belonged and she wanted it there, wanted to feel it inside her. She turned the water off and dried her body with the towel. She put on her blouse but not her bra, which was still damp with sweat, and then her skirt but left her panties, the crotch and front wet from her pussy and his cum, laying there spread out on the floor. Mr. Henry was waiting for her in the kitchen with a glass of lemonade. She sat and he stood behind her, stroking her wet hair and running his hands down over her chest and back up until she had finished the glass. He asked her if she wanted to dry her hair and then had produced a hair dryer for her. "I have some rules" he had said, "No pictures, no phone calls, and no talking, not to anyone, not to your friends, not to your sister, no one." She nodded and smiled at him. "I like it that way Mr. Henry, secret, forbidden. It makes me extra horny. Will you be here tomorrow?" He shook his head. "I will be away for a few days, but you can come over when I get back if you want to." She nodded again. "Maybe you don't need to wear a bra when you come. I like you without one." he said putting his hands on her breasts and squeezing them gently through her blouse. He had handed her a piece of paper when she left. It had the address of Planned Parenthood on it. She went down the next day and got a prescription for birth control pills. The next few days had seemed to take forever and she had masturbated in the shower, in the bathroom at school, and in bed at night, replaying those scenes over and over in her mind. When she saw him again, there on his porch when she came home from school, she had rushed home to strip off her bra and arrived on his porch almost breathless. "I have your panties Jennifer. I washed them for you. Why don't you come in?" She followed him inside where her panties were lying on the table. He said she could pick them up when she left if she wanted and then had asked her if she wanted to work out in the back again. She nodded yes, feeling his eyes staring at her chest and she unconsciously arched her back slightly, pressing her breasts out against the semi transparent fabric of her blouse, her nipples making clearly visible bumps. She looked down and noticed that he had a large bulge in his trousers. He led her through the house and out into the back yard. He found a rake and handed it to her indicating where she could begin raking up grass clippings. She began to rake, putting on a show for him, bending over so her skirt rode up the back of her thighs, unbuttoning her blouse so her breasts hung out and swayed as she worked. He let her work there in the sun till she had begun to get sweaty and her breasts glistened as they swayed and swung in the sun. Then he came up behind her and pulled her ass back against his crotch where she felt his erect cock, already free of his pants, press against her. He put his hands on her breasts, massaging the sweaty globes and then reached under her skirt and put his hand down under her panties till he could put a finger inside her. Her pussy was already soaking wet with anticipation and he lifted the back of her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees. Then his hard cock was there between her legs. She reached down to feel it, pulling it up against her and rubbing herself against it. She felt him take hold of it with one hand and push its swollen head against her pussy, working it back and forth till it slipped inside her, penetrating her interior. She moaned "Oh god!" and pushed back against his thrust, forcing him to penetrate further and further. He withdrew and thrust again and then again until he was filling her with each stroke. His hands were on her naked breasts as his cock worked on her pussy. In a kind of delirium of sexual desire she began to rub herself as he fucked her. She could feel his shaft plunging itself up into her with each thrust. She began to cum and his cock seemed to swell inside her and thrust more quickly and then she felt it throb as it began to spew semen into her. She felt the walls of her pussy contracting, squeezing him, and she could hear the sound his wet cock made as it entered her, sloppy with their secretions. He stood there, holding her tight against him, his penis still pulsing, weakly now, inside her. They were both gasping and out of breath from the wild exertion of the climax. "That was your first time, wasn't it?" he said, noting the bit of blood on his slackening organ as it slipped from her. "Yes" she nodded, pulling up her panties "I filled the prescription." "OK, that's good." "Can we do it again?" He laughed and smiled at her "Right now?" She nodded, blushing a little. "OK, why don't you come inside with me." ... "Jen, Jen, are you going to finish your story?" Jen opened her eyes. "Sorry, I must have drifted off. Where was I?" "I don't know where you were but you were telling us about you and the neighbor, Mr. Henry."