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Ta'isha

By: garyblue



***This is excerpted from a larger work. I have tried to remove references to other parts of the full opus where they might cause puzzlement. If you hit one that jerks the emergency brake, I can only apologize in advance.***

My first sex slave came as a bolt from the blue. Without a cloud in the sky, lightning struck in the form of Ta'isha Ellis, Teri's mother.

Teri and I had been having sex from time to time since the Summer preceding our senior year. We even dated in a casual way â€" going to school events together, or just hanging 'cause we liked each other. Now, mid January, her mother was coming to see me.

She had called earlier in the day to ask if she could come over after work, as she needed to speak to me about Teri. I knew from Teri that her mother didn't think too highly of her dating a white guy. I was anticipating some sort of "society still frowns on mixed relations", or "building a relationship is hard enough without having such different cultures thrown in".

I led her to the kitchen, and asked if she wanted something to drink. She said no, so I sat at the table and waited for her to have her say. She paced a while. When she finally spoke, I had to wonder whether World War â...¢ had been declared while I was out of the room.

"I will not have some white bread honky screwing my daughter. I guess you think you're hot shit, having a nigger pussy to dip your little white dick in! Well, T…" (she said some pseudo-African name that no way do I remember nor could I pronounce) "will not be your nigger cunt."

I sat there in shock as she went on like that. I knew racism like that existed, but I hadn't experienced it myself. As she continued to rant, I came out of shock; a rage replaced it.

"Shut up," I growled.

"No white boy is going to tell me to shut up." She picked up her screed right where I had interrupted.

I raised my hand and brought it down loudly, and forcefully enough that the table bounced. "Sit! Down! And! Shut! Up!"

I kicked a chair out from the table, spinning it so that it faced me where I sat. When she didn't move, I slammed my hand down again. I saw her flinch as I raised my hand, and she jumped when I hit the table. I pointed to the chair. "Now! I said." I spoke that very softly. I was nearly in a white rage, and was struggling to control myself.

It was as if a switch had been flipped. She visibly deflated. She walked to the chair, head down, hands at her sides, palms forward, taking small shuffling steps, one foot in front of the other. Had she worn a long skirt, it would have looked as if she were floating. When she sat, I knew why the walk had rung a bell with me. She sat on the forward edge of the seat. Her feet were together and her knees were spread far enough that her skirt was forced up to reveal her panties. She placed her hands on her thighs with palms up. Her back was arched, throwing her chest forward. Her head was held high, but her eyes were cast down. Gor. I had to wrack my brain to remember some of the terms. She had been trained as a kajira, a Gorean slave. She sat in the chair in a modified nadu, or kneeling position. Palms up indicated she was seeking guidance, to be commanded.

The Gor novels, and the world of Gor, were the teenage boys' entry into soft porn under the guise of science fiction and fantasy. I had read several of the books when I was going through puberty. I stopped when I actually had sex with a real girl. I still enjoy porn, hard, soft and in between, even now, but I don't need it. I don't need that imaginary world where a woman's sole function is to pleasure free men. I am having real sex, and it's a lot better.

Now I had a new paradigm. In front of me was a real woman who was effectively a real Gorean slave, right out of a fantasy world. As a woman of Earth, she was not at all reasonable. Her prejudices, and presumably, her background meant she could not be rational. Her Gorean slave self was totally submissive and subservient.

If I were going to deal with her, I'd have to become a Gorean Master.

I let her sit as I ran my eyes over her. I'm sure it seemed longer than it was to her before I spoke.

"You've been trained. Who was your master?"

"My husband."

"You're single. Did he throw you out?"

"No, I left."

"Why?"

"Please, Sir, I'd rather not say."

"Your wishes have no value. Your thoughts, like your body are not yours. Now, answer."

"When T…"

"Stop!" I interrupted. "What name did your mother give you?"

"Patricia."

"You decided to get back to your roots or something and renamed yourself Ta'isha?"

"Yessir."

"Teri is a free woman and has chosen her name. You will honor her decision. You, however, are a slave. I will address you as I choose. I happen to like the name Patricia, but I will, for now, address you as Ta'isha. Now, continue."

"Yes, Master. When Teri began menses, my master commanded me to begin training her for him. I couldn't do it. My god, she was eleven. We left."

"Did your master abuse you beyond acceptable punishments?"

"He hit me with his fist."

"Was he white?"

"Yessir."

"You were his nigger cunt, then?"

"Yessir."

"A slave should never run away from her master. Because you were protecting your child, I will not return you to him.

"A woman usually chooses an abusive spouse when she or her mother was abused. Were you abused as a child?"

She closed her eyes, and began silently crying. I wanted to comfort her, but felt it would break our nascent relationship. I waited for her answer.

"Yessir," she finally got it out.

"And sexually molested?"

"Yes, my father first fucked me when I was twelve."

"Was he white, too?"

"Yes."

"So, he had two nigger cunts, you and your mother. When did you leave?"

"He got me pregnant when I was fifteen."

"Teri?"

A nod.

"Does she know?"

"No, and please don't say anything. I told her I got drunk at a party and don't know who her father is."

"Your wishes mean nothing. She is my friend, though, and I will not hurt her. You must prepare yourself for the day she needs a DNA test and finds the same genes on both sides.

"Let's return to why you're here. I will not allow the racist rantings you brought into my home. Teri is not my cunt, nigger or otherwise. She is my friend. We enjoy being with each other. With whom I have sex is no one's business but my own and my partner's. It is not within the purview of a mere slave. Teri is a free woman, and what time she spends with me is of her own choice.

"You are a master-less slave. Your posture signals need, helplessness and a desire to please and to be used. Shall I take you as mine?

"If I take you, it will be as a pleasure slave, with all that implies. You should know that I do not abuse my property. Look around you. I live alone, without parental supervision. Everything here shows my respect for my property and for others' property. I will not abuse you if you're mine. I will punish you in Gorean style when you deserve it, or simply for my pleasure, as is the master's prerogative. Nothing I do will cause you injury.

"I will not take you if your daughter objects. Your feelings don't matter, but Teri is my friend and her feelings do. No matter how pleasing you might be, no mere possession is worth nore than her friendship.

"If I find you pleasing, you will arrange for the two of you to be here Saturday morning. You will tell her of your abuse and your need to be mastered. You don't need to tell of the sexual molestation by your father. You will ask her permission to submit to me.

"Now we must discover whether you're of any value. Stand; I will inspect you."

Noticed the formal, stilted language, did you? Maybe it's not needed, but I imagine it's all part of the formula among the dom/sub or master/slave fetishists. In any case, it seemed correct at the time, and still does.

Ta'isha stood and removed her clothes without further instruction. She did so quickly, but not with haste. She made every movement a part of a dance. Her every motion exhibited a rhythm as she removed her jacket, followed by her blouse and skirt. She stepped back a few feet to give me a better view, and did a slow pirouette before removing her bra. Her breasts spilled out of the bra, with very little sag considering their size. She was larger busted than Teri, and at two or three inches shorter than Teri, her smaller frame made her boobs appear even larger.

She gave me little time to take in her breasts before she bent to remove her panties. She asked whether to remove her hose. I nodded, so she stepped out of her pumps, deliberately unclipped each garter-belt fastener and removed the belt. Straight-legged, she bent to roll her stocking down each leg and pull it off.

The Gorean pleasure slave is taught specific positions for each purpose. I had told her to stand, so that's what she did. She stood, back straight, head high, belly sucked in, hip turned. No woman, not in the Gorean lifestyle, can stand more beautifully.

I stood and walked around Ta'isha, examining every inch of her body.

Comparing mother with daughter came naturally. Ta'isha was shorter, but larger breasted and broader hipped. Both had tiny waists that accentuated the curves of their breasts and hips. She had little fat, except for her hips and buttocks, and she wasn't all that fat there. She was in excellent physical shape. Where Teri's abs were more defined, Ta'isha's were softened by the thin natural padding of her stomach. Ta'isha had a darker skin tone. Knowing their parentages, I suppose it's natural a mulatto would be darker than a quadroon. Both had skin best described as café au lait, and both had skin as smooth as silk. Ta'isha's eyes were hazel, where Teri's were a striking blue. Both had truly black hair, the mother's tightly curled as you expect of blacks, the daughter's, wavy, softer.

On my third circuit, I stopped behind her. I watched goose-bumps rise as I drew finger tips down her spine. Down her right leg, then inverting my hand, I dragged my finger nails up and across her buttocks. I repeated on the left, all the while watching her cheeks clinch spasmodically in reaction.

I stepped away and began another circuit; once around, then to her front. Her hair was cut in a medieval coif, a skullcap. I ran my hand over her head, enjoying the soft springiness of the do. I had dated black girls, and had not liked their hair. I don't enjoy running my hand through corn rows or over-processed straightened hair or especially the pomaded waves. Maybe it's just a cultural thing, but there you go. I loved the feel of Ta'isha's short Afro.

I stepped away from her. I made a point of intensive inspection, as if she weren't quite up to the desired quality. A step forward, and my hands reached for her breasts. Without any hint of its coming, I grabbed her nipples and pinched â€" hard. I watched her face as first surprise, then arousal echoed in her eyes. I upped the ante, drawing her teats up, as if trying to suspend her by her nipples. She surprised me. I cannot imagine the amount of pain she felt before showing any sign of discomfort. I thought she might even have an orgasm from the teat pain alone. Once I saw the pain rather than pleasure reach her eyes, I released her teats.

I put my hand between her legs, my palm lying over her slit. I could feel the wetness and heat. My middle finger dragged along her slit and over her clit as I slid my hand out. She was soaking wet.

I put my finger in her mouth, "Clean it, slave."

She sucked her juices off my finger.

"Pleasure me with your hands and mouth."

Ta'isha dropped to her knees, and sat back on her heels. Her hands wasted no time undoing my pants and pulling them down. Her breathing became deeper, labored. She turned her eyes upward, gazing into mine for a moment before turning to my cock, caressing it and my balls, bringing me to full hardness. Her tongue ran up and down my cock. She took me into her mouth while still stroking with her hand. 

For a while, she concentrated on just the head, she would suck hard to cause the head to swell with blood, then squeeze the blood back out with her lips as she teased the underside with her tongue. All the while she continued stroking the shaft with one hand and caressing my balls with the other.

Then she broke pattern. Instead of squeezing my swollen head, she drove her mouth down to engulf my cock. A finger and thumb encircled my sac above my balls and pulled me into her. Her other hand, with no room left on the shaft was invading my ass crack, a finger pressed against my anus.

She bobbed up and down on my dick, and with each stroke, her finger found its way farther into my ass. I strove to remain still. It was her job to bring me to satisfaction without my help, and she was doing it. Her lips and tongue stroked my cock, the one hand lightly squeezed and pulled my balls, the other now pressed rhythmically on my prostate. I was there.

"I am going to cum now, slave. Do not spill my seed."

I blew. My hips thrust at her, trying to bury myself in her mouth. She massaged my prostate, milking every bit of semen into the vacuum her mouth had formed. Even as I was emptied, she continued to suck until I had nothing, and had become limp.

I stepped back. Maybe staggered is a better word. She had assumed the classical nadu posture, sitting on her heels, knees wide spread, her sex open to me. Her palms were down this time, showing me she was confident of her place.

I pulled up my pants, and sat. When I turned my attention back to Ta'isha, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue to show me she had taken my cum and had not spilled any. I nodded in acknowledgement, and she closed her mouth and swallowed, after which she again opened to show it gone. I nodded. She knelt there with a small smile and tears ran from her eyes.

"Why are you crying," I asked.

"I had forgotten how wonderful it felt to be a women subservient to her master. If my husband hadn't been such an ass-hole …, well, I …."

I held up my hand to shush her. "You have pleased me, Ta'isha. You may pleasure yourself."

For a moment she looked embarrassed at the idea of masturbating for me, but her training took over â€" my wish was her command. One hand immediately finger-fucked her pussy, her palm rubbing against her clitoris. Her other hand attacked her teats, mauling and squeezing. She pinched, twisted and pulled her nipples much more painfully than I had earlier.

Within only a minute or two, it began. A flush invaded her chest and neck, turning them bright red. Soon she was chuffing, mixed with a drawn out o-oh. The orgasm bent her double, her head on the floor, her hands still, but seeming to apply great pressure to her pussy and clit and to the one breast she had in a death grip. Her breathing was a series of wracking sobs.

Finally, she stopped sobbing and simply breathed in great gulps of air. I interrupted the ebb tide of her orgasm, "kajira, nadu". Literally, "kneel slave".

She assumed the position. She tried her best to control her breathing, but the occasional gasp still got past her.

"May I speak, Master?"

"Go on."

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me my place back. I will pray that you will take me as your slave."

"Ta'isha, that will depend on how your daughter feels about it. When you talk, make her understand the abuse you suffered, and how important it is for you to be in a safe master-slave relationship. Let her see that your being a slave is how you cope with the child abuse and the abuse you received from your husband, that it defines the relationship for you.

"Now, it's time for you to dress and go home. Do not put your bra or panties back on. Whether you become my personal slave or not, it is not proper for you to have anything impede my access to your body."

After Ta'isha left, I called Teri.

"Hey, Ran, what's up?"

"Your mom came by. In fact, she just left."

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry, Ran. This has been building for a while, and I'd hoped it would just blow over."

"Don't sweat it, Teri. She and I had a long talk and came to a modus vivendi.

"Look, she's had some bad shit in her life. I told her to tell you about it. She may hold some things back, but that's OK. Some things may be too painful to tell you right off.

"Can you stay a while after tomorrow's study session? We can talk better then. Your mom ought to be getting home any time now, and I'd rather she didn't know I gave you a heads up â€" at least, not right now. OK?"

"Alright, I guess. I wish you would tell me more than that. OK, you tight-lipped bastard, we'll talk tomorrow. See you then. Love ya."

The next day, she wasn't thinking "love ya". She didn't say a word during study. The others knew something was wrong, but nobody was talking. We broke up early. Once the others had gone, Teri went off on me.

"You goddamned son of a bitch! That's my mother, you sick bastard! She tells you her darkest secrets, and you tell her to suck your dick. You son of a BITCH!"

I sat there and took it. Eventually she ran down, and collapsed in her chair, crying. I wanted to hold her and tell her it would be alright, but it wasn't the time. Teri didn't want anything from me at the moment.

"Teri, did you listen to your mom? Did you hear how her white father abused both her mother and herself, calling them nigger cunts? Did you hear how her white husband abused her and treated her as a slave, training her according to fantasy world ideas of master-slave relations? Did you hear how he called her his nigger cunt? Did you hear how she found the courage to leave him when he wanted her to train you as his sex slave? You were eleven. Do you remember? Do you know how many women manage to get away from an abusive relationship, especially given your mother's background?

"Can you imagine how she saw me, this white bread looking to make a dark meat sandwich. She didn't want you to be my nigger cunt.

"My god, how she must love you. She left home at fifteen â€" FIFTEEN â€" pregnant with you, to get you, not even born yet, away from that environment. Her guts drove her to graduate from high school. Then she worked her way through college, got her MBA and passed the accounting boards. Somewhere along the line, she fell into another abusive relationship. Saving you again was what saved her.

"Teri, you or I might play at master and slave as fantasy fulfillment, but to your mother …. Well, your mother was taught for the first fifteen years of her life that a women's only purpose was to service her man. Her husband spent years training her to be a Gorean pleasure slave.

"To your mother, being a Gorean pleasure slave is reality. The world you and I live in is her fantasy.

"The moment I slapped the table and told her to shut up and sit down, she dropped into slave mode, like flipping a goddamn switch. Teri, you're an adult now. Maybe we're not mature adults, but we are adults. Your mother can't protect you any more â€" she can't use you to protect herself. What happens when some sadistic, total ass-hole tells her to shut up and sit down? Does she automatically surrender herself to him? I think she does. She surrendered to me even though she thought I was just another honky jerk.

"Shit, the idea of having a real slave â€" real, not fantasy â€" is scary. To have someone emotionally dependent on me, and to have to conform to her vision of a master's behavior freaks me out. The idea of my friend's mother, your mother, going through another abusive relationship is worse.

"Go home. Talk with your mother. Try to really understand what she's been through, what she thinks and what she feels. Then tell her your thoughts and feelings.

"We won't do this if you're not good with it. Being your friend is more important to me than all the rest. Come back Saturday, and tell me the next step. OK?"


Ta'isha



Teri gave me a quick kiss on her way out, "it's hard to hate you, you're really a good guy … asshole." Then she was gone.

I saw her a few times in the halls at school, but we didn't talk.

Saturday, I had finished with a few chores about thirty minutes before, and was swimming lazy laps. The pool tent was up, of course. The only thing worse than our January weather is February in Dallas.

The usual practice in winter was to undress in the house, grab a towel and haul ass through the cold to the tent's airlock. High humidity and condensation made anything brought into the tent soaking wet. Even the towel was soon good only for wiping, not for drying.

I heard the gate latch, and drifted over to the side of the pool to wait. The door to the utility room opened, and I waited for it to close as my visitors undressed. Instead, I heard, "Mom, I told you the rules. Now get in here and undress!" Then, the door closed.

Less than a minute later, the door opened again, then slammed shut. I heard giggles, and Teri hollered out, "If you've got some bimbo in there, you'd better hide her. We're coming in."

Teri came through the lock at a run and hit the pool with a very unladylike splash. She called for her mom to get in the water.

Ta'isha stopped at the pool lip. "I have something I have to say first. Ran, I apologize for my language, my attitude and my complete misunderstanding of yours and T… no, Teri's relationship. I want to thank you for taking control and not letting me get totally stupid."

"Apology accepted. I'm OK with it."

"I'm sorry, too," Teri said, "for the names I called you."

"You," I said, with mock severity, "will have to do a lot better than that. I'm thinking make-up sex, and lots of it.

"Now let's swim a bit. We can get serious later."

A heated and covered pool makes it possible to swim in January, but it can't replace a hot sun beating down on you, or being warm and dry, wrapped in a terry cloth robe when the sun is down. In other words, we didn't stay all that long in the pool.

I asked Teri to check the beef stew I had started that morning, and I held Ta'isha back, "Give me a hand with this load of towels."

We carried a couple of bundles of towels into the laundry room, "Is there anything that you told, or didn't tell Teri that I should know about?"

"I told her everything I told you, except about her father, and with all the detail that you already understood. It was hard for her. She couldn't imagine allowing that to happen, or to literally become a slave to anyone. It took hours for me to get across to her the world I lived in. We did a lot of crying together."

"That took guts, Ta'isha, to bare your soul like that. I think that will give her a whole new dimension of respect for you and what you've done for yourself and for her.

"Has she said anything about our proposed relationship?"

"No, she simply told me she would make up her mind by today. You know as much as I do. This can't be easy for her, Ran. No girl wants her mom to fuck her boyfriend, and you'd be taking her mom as a sex toy, right in front of her."

"Yeah, I know. Well, let's go face the judge."

The stew was falling apart tender, and ready to serve. The ladies set the table. I shredded some cabbage, sliced a few fresh jalepeños, chopped some cilantro, and cut a few limes in half, to be added to the stew at the table.

I put some of each onto small plates for the table, then flame toasted tortillas on the range top. I put them and the stew pot on the table. Then, the three of us, still butt-nekkid except for towels worn as sarongs, sat down to a TexMex caldo de res.

Ta'isha cleared the table after we had stuffed ourselves. She was pointedly ignoring Teri and me as she washed and wiped up the lunch mess. Teri and I moved to the library.

Show time.

"Ran, this is just weird," she began. "If it were anyone else, it'd be kinda cool, you having a sex slave. But, this is my mother, and I'm not sure what to think. Mom told me all the things she went through, and she knows she's fucked up mentally and emotionally because of it.

"You're right â€" she'll submit to the first guy that comes along. Most likely a jerk. I guess it comes down to do I trust you and can I deal with it.

"I don't think we have a choice, we have to do this. I've never known you to break a trust, and I'll have to find a way to deal, for Mother's sake."

"I have to warn you, Teri, I'll have to make your mother do things that are terrible from your point of view. From hers, they're what she expects from her master. She has to know that she is considered chattel, a slave. I will cause her pain for punishment, and sometimes for no reason at all. She will expect that from her master. I promised her, and I promise you I will not injure her. Her husband hit her with his fists. I will not do anything like that.

"She will be my sex toy. She will do what I say, where I say, when I say and with whom I say. That will be hard on you, but it validates her place.

"After she submits to me, I will fuck her. It will be pure rutting sex, with no concern for her pleasure.

"Then, if you are willing, I will make love to you. She will kneel by the bed, ready to serve, while you and I have tender, loving sex. The purpose is to show her you accept her role as a possession, a part of the furnishings and of no concern. Can you do that?"

"Oh god, I'll try."

"If all you can handle is a bit of cuddling, that's fine. Whatever you do, don't act like having a slave, or especially don't act like having your mother watch has made you reticent.

"Are you ready?" She nodded. "Then let's do this."

Teri sat at the table. I stood. Ta'isha was at the sink, a dish and towel frozen in her hands. "Slave, nadu."

She spun around and knelt before me.

"Slave," I growled as authoritatively as I could, "I have decided to take you as my own. Submit."

She raised her hands over her head, crossing her wrists. "I am your slave," she said.

I crossed to the utility room and brought back one of Mother's silk scarves. I tied it around her wrists, and stepped in front of her. "I am your master," was the formal response.

"Ta'isha, in my night-stand are condoms. Fetch them."

When she returned, I untied her wrists and told her to prepare me to use her. I caught her quick look toward Teri as she knelt, but ignored it and shook my head at Teri for her to do the same.

My slave took my cock in her hands, and used her mouth and tongue to stimulate me. Once I was fully hard, she rolled a condom on.

"Position yourself to be used," I ordered.

She turned around, her back to me and dropped to her elbows, her forehead on the floor, her ass in the air and pelvis rotated to present her vagina for easy entry.

I knelt behind her, my cock aligned with her cunt. Without any warning and without any concern for her readiness, I entered her. My hips drew back and slammed forward, again and again. I grabbed her hip roughly with one hand, pulling her into my strokes. My other hand clawed and twisted her breast. This was not a tender coupling of loving partners, it was purely and simply savage rutting. The master was using his slave.

In spite of, or maybe because of my roughness, she came. She tried to hide it, but the signs were obvious.

Not long after, my own climax took hold. The hours of anticipation, and the surprisingly visceral excitement of a woman giving herself to me, mind and body, mine to do with as I wish, left me on the edge before the first touch.

What a climax I had. My whole body was straining to pump semen through my cock. Every muscle contracted, as I thrust again and again into my slave's cunt.

I was exhausted, drained. Still, my body was responding to the final thrusting by starting to get fully hard again. I wasn't going to fuck Ta'isha again before Teri. I pulled out and ordered her to clean me.

My slave spun around and pulled the condom off my cock, took my dick into her mouth and cleaned the cum off. She started to knot the rubber. I interrupted her, "Don't waste that." She immediately up-ended the condom into her mouth, and swallowed every bit of my cum. Then she disposed of the empty rubber in the trash. Before returning, she wetted a hand towel with hot water, which she used to wipe me free of sweat from my face to my thighs. She patted me dry with a thick terry towel, and sat back on her heels.

Her palms were up. She was feeling bad about something. I could guess what it was. "You want to say something?"

"Please, Master, I'm sorry I had an orgasm without your permission."

"Very well, we will speak of this another time."

I was hard again. Jeez was I ever hard. I had just turned nineteen, so I was young, dumb and randy (and jokes about that reinforced my dislike for that nick name), but this was ridiculous. I touched Teri's arm, cueing her to stand. As she rose, my hand ran over her breast, cupping it for me to kiss. My lips dragged across her skin on the way to her mouth. We kissed deeply and I held her close. "Let's go to my room," I whispered.

"Slave, dispose of the towels, then follow."

Teri and I had no more than lain down together when Ta'isha came in. I pointed to the floor next to the bed. She knelt there.

Teri was tense. I didn't try to rush anything, simply held her against me and kissed her lips, her eyes and her neck. My one hand cradled her head and neck while the other slid slowly along her side and down across her hip. Returning, I brushed her mound, letting my finger tips drag across her belly 'til I cupped her breast.

I would gently play her breast before loosely repeating the cycle. She began to respond, returning my kisses, and using her hands to stroke my body, especially my balls and cock.

I eased myself down her body, trailing kisses across her breasts, her belly and finally, her thighs. She spread her legs enough for me to kneel between them. I lifted and spread her knees so that she was completely open to me, and brought my mouth to her vagina. My thumbs pressed her lips closed squeezing and rubbing her clitoris as my tongue forced itself into the slit.

Teri moaned and lifted her hips to me. She became louder as I used my thumbs to spread her lips, then ran my tongue deep into her pussy. My tongue went deep into her vagina, then upward to flick over her clit. I alternately sucked her little nub between my lips and pressed it back out, as if sucking a tiny lollypop. Two fingers had replaced my tongue in her cunt, turned upward to rhythmically rub and pressure her Skene's glands, the Gräfenburg spot.

Teri continued to moan and thrust her hips at me. I rubbed and squeezed her breast, and pulled and twisted her nipple with my free hand. Her climax hit suddenly. Without further warning her thighs clamped my head, and she held me pressed to her pussy with her hands to the back of my head. I couldn't move except to keep sucking on her clit, and pressing against her G-spot. Teri can be a screamer when she climaxes, but I couldn't hear a thing. All I could do was what I was doing, that and try not to hurt her with my teeth as she bucked against my face.

She came down from her orgasm, and tried to push me away from her clit. "God, that was a strong one. I'm too sensitive right now â€" it hurts."

"Breath fast," I told her, "pant like a dog."

I don't know why that works, but it does. Her hyper-sensitivity faded. I continued licking and sucking her clit gently. In only a short time she began responding again.

She soon drew me upwards along her body. I kissed a trail over her belly, to her breasts. I would kiss and suckle one teat while I fondled the other, then switch. Finally, I reached her mouth. Our tongues circled each other in a gentle dance of intimacy. It was time. I rose onto my elbows and raised my hips.

"Slave, condom."

Ta'isha tore open a packet, reached between our bodies, and after stroking my cock to ensure full hardness, hardly necessary, rolled on the condom.

As my slave returned to her kneeling posture, I lowered my hips, aligning myself to Teri's entrance by feel. Once in place, I pressed inward as gently as I could. All the while, I continued to kiss her lips, her eyes, her neck, and her ears. 

I fucked her slowly and tenderly, letting her climb to a climax at her own rate. I wanted to emphasize the difference between friends making love, and a master taking his sex slave.

Teri began to buck. She was getting close. I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top, where she could take control. She ground her hips against me at the tempo she wanted, and with the pressure that felt best. The rolling stimulated her clit, and my dick pressed against her G-spot in time with her motion.

Cowgirl style is a favorite with me. I can watch my partner. My hands are free to fondle her breasts, her clit, and her ass. It is something special, too, when she bends forward to kiss me. Best of all, I can watch as she climaxes. That will nearly always trigger my own orgasm.

I was content to go slowly, but Teri was approaching her orgasm. Her thrusts became longer and more forceful. Then, she was cumming. She leaned forward, her hands on my chest, her fingernails bit into my skin. I felt her vaginal walls distend, leaving my cock sticking into a void. The entrance to her cunt tightened like a band at the base. Her thrusts no longer came regularly, but each was long and powerful. The motion would slam my cock into the front wall of her pussy â€" into her G-spot. She came, and so did I.

For a while, we lay there together, kissing and simply looking at each other, she on top of me. When I softened, I rolled and laid her beside me so I could pull out without spilling.

"Ta'isha," I spoke quietly, "clean me."

She got between my legs and carefully removed the rubber, drank its contents, and licked the residual cum off my cock. Then, she hurried to dispose of it, and to bring a warm wash cloth and a towel from the bathroom.

She gently washed my groin, and used the towel to wipe the sweat from both Teri and me. When done, she knelt again beside the bed.

Judging by the light coming through the windows, I must have dozed for a couple of hours. Waking was a pleasure. Teri and I were spooning, my hard-on was between her thighs and embedded in her wet slit. She was humping me â€" her hips thrusting back into my groin, her thighs and slit rubbing back and forth along my cock.

I lay there enjoying the moment, my free hand cupped her breast and played with her nipple. I could see Ta'isha watching us. I rose up on my elbow so I could see Teri's face, and so I could easily reach her pussy.

Teri was staring at her mother, while her mother's eyes went back and forth between Teri's face and her pussy â€" or rather â€" I think, the tip of my dick as it was exposed each time Teri pressed her ass back against me.

I leaned forward to kiss Teri's cheek, and as I did, I placed my hand over her mound. I was pressing her clit toward my cock in rhythm with her humping, so the two rubbed each other in passing. Teri increased the depth and speed of her thrusts, but her eyes never left her mother's.

She showed all the signs of another orgasm approaching. I took her leg, behind the knee, and lifted. She raised her leg, straightening it so her toes pointed to the ceiling.

I spoke to Ta'isha, "Kajira, guide me into your daughter."

Ta'isha used both hands, cupping my balls with one and circling my cock with the other. She stroked my cock and rubbed the head back and forth along Teri's slit. I felt like I would explode just any moment. She must have sensed it, too. She stopped moving, and squeezed the base of my shaft. When my urgency had subsided, she inserted me into her daughter's pussy.

I held Teri's leg high and began to thrust. Ta'isha played with my anus with one hand and rubbed the other over Teri's mound, similar to what I had done earlier.

Teri continued to stare at her mother the whole time. Ta'isha, once I was settled in, stared right back. Each seemed entranced by the other.

It took no time at all before Teri came. She grabbed her mother's hand from her pussy, and held it tightly throughout the drawn out climax. At the same time, Ta'isha drove her finger into my ass and quickly found my prostate. I had no option but to blow my load once again.

We both finally came down. Teri threw her arms around me, "My god, that was wonderful. Thank you."

She might have given me the credit, but I don't think I was the main source of her pleasure. … but who was I to contradict her?

You might think it strange, but this was the first time I had ever had sex without a condom. My dad had thoroughly driven the need for safety into me. I had never even considered having unprotected sex. There was no question that bareback meant more sensitivity. It also meant I would cum all that much sooner. On the whole, for a horny teenager, a rubber improves the over all level of pleasure by extending the experience.

I turned to my slave, "Clean us, kajira."

I wasn't surprised that she used her mouth to clean my dick. I was totally surprised that she knelt between Teri's legs, when she finished with me. She licked and sucked my cum from her daughter's pussy. Teri, too, was nonplussed, but only for a moment. She was quickly showing her pleasure, writhing and pushing her cunt into her mother's face. Ta'isha continued using her tongue and lips on Teri's pussy, bringing her to another orgasm.

From that day, I had a happily acquiescent pleasure slave. That's not to say there weren't problems â€" especially concerning her relationship with her daughter. Their own home-life had to keep the same hierarchy. Ta'isha was Teri's mother, with all the authority that implied. On the other hand, when they both were with me, Teri, a free woman, was superior to her mother in all things sexual. There were any number of kinks to work through, not the least of which was removing the idea she was required to submit to anyone, and replacing it with the knowledge that she was free to enter or leave any relationship on her own terms.

In her public life, Ta'isha was still the confident, competent professional. In private, well, I can only say, "It's good to be the king."