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The Wedding Gift

By: lisettepourtoi



I met Edward online, on a website for submissives. I had joined on a whim, after one lonely night too many after my husband left my daughter and me for a younger woman. Angie had been twelve then, and by the time she was seventeen, I had only had one other lover. It was a short-lived affair with a man who refused to give me what I wanted - his dominance over me.

Edward, though, was more than willing. After chatting, we agreed to meet for dinner. He did not mind that I was in my forties, and I did not mind any one of his orders. He was looking for a wife, he told me, one who would submit. While he had married once before, she had not been able to commit to his dominance completely, and he had struggled to find anyone who would. Over the next year, I proved my devotion to him, submitting to any order he gave. In return, my new Lord and Master ended my loneliness, and even became a part of my little family, getting to know and love my now eighteen-year-old daughter.

As Edward proposed to me, and we began to plan our wedding, I couldn't help but notice the looks he gave Angie. I was a little jealous at first, especially when he began to give her clothes - tiny, slutty dresses and skirts - but I knew if I were to be his wife, I would have to overcome my own feelings to submit to his. 

After our small wedding, we returned to our new family home - Edward's house. I kissed my new husband passionately, and smiled up at him as we walked toward our bedroom door.

"Alice," he tsked, "are you keeping something from your new husband, Lord, and Master?"

I blushed, glancing at Angie going upstairs.

"Forgive me, Master, but please, I need to see to my daughter?"

My new husband was a bit annoyed, but knew that I was a mother as well as a wife and submissive slut.

"Fine," he grunted. "When you return to me, though, I want you crawling to beg forgiveness."

I smiled and kissed him again before following Angie up the stairs.

"Angie," I opened the door to her new room that Edward had made so beautiful for her. She was only in panties and bra now, getting ready for bed, I could see.

"What is it Mom?" Although an adult now, her voice still sounded like a little girl's.

"Let's spend a little more time together, before I go to bed?"

She smiled and nodded. "I was just going to take a bath - Edward gave me a giant tub!"

I took her by the hand and led her in, helping her take off her panties and bra, like I had before. 

"Do you like Edward?"

"Yes, Mom, I told you. He's a wonderful man. You wouldn't marry him otherwise."

I took the soap from Angie and began to wash her back for her, admiring her 36Cs as I looked down from behind her.

"He is wonderful, Angie. But he's also very demanding... He reminds me a bit of your dad that way. Edward can get what he wants, and I worry a little that I can't give him all he wants."

"Edward wouldn't leave you, Mom."

I kissed her innocent cheek as I began to soap up her breasts, rubbing her small pink nipples with my fingers, realizing how grown my little girl was.

"Angie, Edward could, though. Unless he had something here he knew he could never find anywhere else. You love me, don't you darling? And you want me to be happy?"

"Of course, Mom."

I smiled. "Good girl. Now lie back in the tub."

I got the shaving cream and razor and began to prepare my daughter.

"You know that to be a good wife to Edward, I submit to him, do as he says to please him?"

Angie nodded, watching me shave her pubic hairs away, confused, but obedient enough not to question her mother.

"A submissive wife won't always be enough for him - but a teen slave will. Now, Angie, I know you're scared, but if you don't obey me, you may not get to keep this pretty room Edward gave you."

I looked up to see her eyes filling with tears. Had I not raised her to submit to authority figures without question, she might have fought me. But I had raised a good submissive daughter for my new husband. So after I had shaved her virgin pussy clean, she silently stood for me so I could dry her off, and then I led her to the doorway of her bedroom. 

"Kneel here," I ordered, and took a ball gag and a rope out of a bag I had hidden under her new bed. I tied her wrists together, and then to the post of her bed. I kissed her forehead as I helped her open wide for the gag.

"When your new daddy gets here, you are to obey him just like you obey me, understand?"

Angie nodded as I tightened the gag around her head. I smiled, noticing the tears in her eyes despite the juices dripping from her virgin cunt.

I shut the door behind me as I returned to my husband. Still wearing my tight, floor length wedding dressed, I crawled into our bedroom.

"Master, your new wife is here to beg."

Edward had already stripped down to nothing, stroking his eight inch cock as he watched me with a smile on his face.

"And what took my wife so long?"

"I had to prepare your wedding gift, Master."

His eyebrows raised, and I continued, "for your wedding gift, Master, I wanted to give you a virgin to take. And so I have prepared my daughter for you, to have on this night and any other."

Edward stared at me, his hand frozen on his cock.

"Seriously, Alice?" 

"Yes, Master. She's legal, and will not fight you - if she does, you know I will not step in to save her from punishment."

Edward smiled a little, and pulled me up, sitting me beside him on the bed as he grabbed his laptop from the bedside table. After some clicking, he handed it to me, showing me my daughter, waiting on her knees for her stepfather to come take her virginity.

This is what I then saw:

My new husband left me and a minute later entered his stepdaughter's room, hard-on raging, a smile on his face. Angie stayed still, looking up at him as he removed her gag, and coached her on how to suck him. Slowly, half his cock disappeared in her mouth.

When he took his cock away from her lips, he untied her from the bed, then helped her up, lying her down on the new bed he had bought her. I watched my daughter touching herself, her breasts, her newly shaved pussy, while her stepfather rubbed her saliva into the entire length of his cock.

I squirmed on my marriage bed as I watched Edward lower himself onto my petite daughter, sucking her breasts as he began to thrust his large cock up her virgin pussy. I watched her crying in pain, whimpering as her stepfather used her body without mercy. My breathing grew heavy as I watched Edward use her harder and harder, until suddenly he withdrew and came onto her perky young tits. 

Then he said something to Angie, and I watched her rise, shaking a little as he took both her wrists and bound them together with the rope, leaving a bit of a leash that he used to guide her out of her room.

A minute later, I watched my husband leading my daughter into our room, his cum on her tits.

"Our new slavegirl would profit from watching how a woman properly submits to her master," Edward smiled as he pushed Angie down on her shoulders so she was kneeling, and tied her wrists' leash to our bedpost. 

I couldn't help but smile back up at my Master and husband, that even with his new slave daughter, he wanted to share at least some of his wedding night with me.

The Wedding Gift



The first part of this tale was set in the weeks immediately after my wedding to Jen. We were young and had just finished our finals at university. We tied the knot in a small ceremony at the local registry office. We had met at a college disco and had a rather old fashioned courtship, especially so for the eighties - I had been at a co-ed college and her girl only. Chances for sex had been strictly limited, a few fondles and blow jobs, but by that time we were at the stage of exploring our bodies in any and every way we could.

We couldn't afford a honeymoon and were staying at my parent's house for a month or so, before we started our respective jobs that on reflection we were so lucky to get. 

The house was small, a typically shoddily build 1970's semi. The walls were paper thin, none of the doors fitted and flopped open despite everyone's best efforts for privacy. Jen and I had wedged our wedding present, a large double bed, into my single bedroom and we merrily tested it out on every occasion we could. Luckily both my parents worked and my younger sister, Sally, had a part time cleaning job at a B&B that took her out of the house every morning.

Sally was a few years our junior and had a house guest of a similar age, a French exchange student, Pascal, who she took out with her every day. She had also attended our wedding as a special treat the first weekend after her arrival.

Pascal was long, lean and sleek, typically French and chic. She sported shoulder length, straight brown hair, deep brown eyes and perfect pale skin. Her English was rather good, much better than any of the family's French. She shared Sally's room and slept on a "put me up" bed on the floor.

Jen wasn't fat but more solidly built, shorter and thicker set with collar length brown hair. She has large tits for her frame, a generous rump and flaming green eyes.

Jen and I took the opportunity to have chandelier swinging and outrageous sex in every position and in every room of the house that we could think of. We had shagged on my old bed stored in the garage, we had even shagged outside and in the garden shed!

We would wait until the house was empty, usually around 9.00 am, then Jen would start off by sucking my ubiquitous morning hard on. I would spend some time mouthing her hot fanny before she would mount me in her newly found favourite position - reverse cowgirl. She liked it that way so she could wank herself off as she rose up and down on my rock hard cock. The strength of her orgasms had gradually built so that by this time she could virtually scream the house down.

After our first romp we would de-camp from the bed and either shower together or hunt for a new room, position, or both, to shag in. In any case we would shag a further two or three times before Sally returned from her cleaning around lunch time. 

From there we would go out, maybe for a walk or to the pub and wait until bed time for our next opportunity.

As the walls were so thin we would have to wait until everyone had gone to sleep, normally at about 1.00 am. I would then have to take Jen from behind so she could bite the pillow to muffle her cries, the bouncing headboard did cause us some problems but luckily it hit against the outside wall. 

Jen, Sal and Pascal got on like a house on fire and would chat merrily into the evenings, giggling and nudging each other, deep in girlie conversations. I had long since learned to avoid such contact and spent most nights at the pub with my Dad, only to return randy and in needing my new young wife to service my rampant tool.

This was the third Monday after the wedding - the last week of Pascal's stay. Jen and I were well up for it, having had short measures for the two days of the weekend before and, if memory serves, for the week before -- "that" time.

Jen was awake in anticipation as I opened my eyes. She winked at me before sliding down my torso.

"Rise and shine." She whispered in a sexy tone as she slid down, brushing her erect nipples across my belly. She slipped my semi-hard tool between her hot and soft lips and it wasn't long before I was sporting a rampant stiffy.

Without even offering me a kiss she leant forward and swung her right leg over me before pushing herself up and over my face. Facing away from me, her hot and wet cunt was just above my lips as she arched her back and threw the remaining covers away from my warm body. She cooed as I took in her scent. I blew my hot breath into her eager cavern and finally raised my head to engage her warm and moist centre.

I loved to look at her twat from close quarters, sample her taste and scent even more. I liked to trace the line of her cunt lips through the thick fuzz of black pubes before diving in with my tongue. I forced my head backward in to the pillow to marvel at the perfect cunt, open and pink right above my face. Jen followed me, she forced her hairy lips down, not wanting them to break contact with my eager mouth.

"I love to look at your hard cock in the mornings." She sighed as my tongue probed at her sopping wet entrance.

"And I love to look at your cunt." I murmured back in to her pink hole as I tongued at her soft and silky inner flesh. 

Before long she was rocking against my mouth and almost forcing my tongue to find the hardened bump of her clit hiding beneath its smooth hood. She swung her hips back and slightly upwards to invite me to search out the tender nub. She sighed as I hit home and with a swirl of my hot tongue I exposed it to the cool morning air. I drew my lips together and sucked at her pleasure zone, she rocked away and with a plop my mouth let go. Jen whimpered as we repeated the dance, each movement repeated with renewed vigour as she neared her first orgasm of the day.

Her groans and hums became more intent as she neared climax, her movements varied from forceful thrusts of her hips to delicate twitches of her pelvis to guide me to just the right spot. Encouraged by her cries I continued to probe, lap and swirl around her twitching hole with my tongue and suck her clit deep in to my mouth.

"There...Oh God yes, right there....harder.....bite it.....suck it...." 

Jen would shake uncontrollably when she came, starting from her legs and then moving up her body, forcing her to puff and pant as the orgasm ripped her. Occasionally she would cry out or talk dirty, but this time, as she neared climax, she directed and demanded precise attention. With each dart of my tongue into her open gash she puffed at an ever increasing rate until she came, hard. She clamped her twitching and juicing cunt to my stubble covered face and ground down as she shook and shivered her way through her first vigorous climax.

Her cum was everywhere, smeared across my face and running down the corners of my mouth as she fell forward to reward me by sucking hard on my aching cock.

She slid herself forward, I looked down to see her blinking and gaping wet cunt leave a slimy trail of cum down my chest as she made her way to mount my thick tool. Not that I minded, I ran my fingers along the trail and scooped her juices in to my mouth to further sample her delicate and delicious flavour.

I savoured the view of her butt clenching as she rose. She grasped my tool in her fist and offered it to her wet and still twitching cunt, I sighed in delight as I witnessed it disappear into her warm depths. Her brown eye winked as her firmly gripping cunt sank down on to my rock hard cock. I could feel a stream of her hot and wet juices run down my balls as she rose up and down on me, as if riding a horse at a trot.

The headboard bounced off the wall in a crashing rhythm as she squatted over me and ground her hips backward and forward. She puffed and shrieked her way to another crushing orgasm but managed to maintain a perfect balance as the waves ripped through her body.

With my tool still firmly embedded inside of her she leant back, adjusted her legs and started to ride me, in a position not unlike a limbo dancer. Once her rhythm was established her hand traced a path, through her thick and generously bushy pubes to her clit, pausing only to tweak at a hardened nipple on its way down. 

I cupped the hot mound of her left breast and flicked the fleshy nub of her nipple between my finger and thumb as hers found the stiff button of her clit, now proudly protruding from her open, wet and fleshy cunt lips.

Jen caught her breath as she started to massage and tweak her pleasure button, she arched her back and raised her hips upwards to invite me to thrust my tool deep into her pulsing fanny. I did her bidding, I jabbed my cock in and up by swinging my hips in rapid thrusts. The slap of flesh on flesh and the tell tale slosh of my cock invading her sopping cavern echoed around the empty house. Not to mention the metronomic bouncing of the headboard against the bedroom wall.

Jen made a "hoh" sound with each thrust of my stiff cock. She hovered just above me, deftly working her clit with her fingers in time with each increasingly urgent shove of my hips and starting to sound like a steam train.

"Hoh .. hoh ...hoh.." She panted in short bursts as I slammed my tool into her as hard and fast as I could.

The room was awash with noise and the smell of our sex as Jen's body tensed and then shook from her legs upwards as a third orgasm enveloped her body. She threw her head back as the intensity of the sensations almost overwhelmed her.

Just at that exact moment I heard the unmistakable chink of crockery at the door as it swung fully open. Standing there was Pascal, dressed in pale pink satin pyjamas and clutching a tea tray with breakfast neatly set out on top.

"I thought you might like some ....." She stuttered out in her thick French tone as if not knowing what else to say. Her eyes were fixed directly on the scene before her.

Jen, startled, rolled off me and on to the end of the bed. She was panting and shaking with the after effects of her orgasm, her whole body was bathed in a shimmering layer of sweat and her cheeks were flushed deep red. The room must have been full of the smell of our sex, not to mention to the cacophony of sound that must have carried throughout the small house.

A whole raft of thoughts raced through my head as I made eye contact with Pascal. She stood, with the tray shaking and a look of shock and horror on her face. Her stare was fixed on my groin and I realised, in horror, that my cock, throbbing rock hard and wet with Jen's cum was not only in full view but was about to erupt into its own deep and uncontrollable orgasm.

My eyes rolled in their sockets as my cock twitched and pulsed out thick streams of cum high up and over my flat stomach, almost reaching the flat of my chest. It continued to jump and jerk as it spat out stream after thick white stream.

Jen looked on open mouthed as my cock continued to spew its huge load of salty cum. I looked back at Pascal who stood fixed to the spot, also open mouthed. I noticed a change sweep over her face as a slight grin appeared in the corners of her mouth, her eyes sparkled as her expression changed from disbelief, to amazement and then finally to delight as my cock continued to flap and jerk against my heaving body. I just lay there, helpless, looking deep into her eyes as my orgasm slowly ebbed.

Pascal paused, for what seemed like an age, the tray shook and the crockery rattled whilst she attempted to comprehend what had just happened. You could almost see the thoughts flash across her face as her expression gradually changed. She licked her lips slowly and deliberately, almost provocatively, her nostrils flared and a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. Before I could react she had put the tray down on the drawers, grabbed a napkin and lunged at my prone body.

"Let me help you clean this up." She offered in as matter a fact tone as anyone could muster under the circumstances.

"N-n-n-no." Jen insisted as Pascal's slender left hand gripped at my still twitching and slimy tool. She raised the throbbing meat between her finger and thumb, leaving a string of cum connected to a small pool of thick white semen at the base of my belly.

Jen caught Pascal's right hand before she could wipe away the sticky liquid and stooped in, to jealously guard the precious cargo and suck up the warm fluid before it ran off my heaving chest. Jen liked the taste of my cum and would often suck me dry, a habit and taste that was formed when our opportunities for full on sex had been limited.

I looked on, stunned and powerless to move as Jen first looked at Pascal and then deep into my eyes whilst sexily and noisily sucking the salty residue from my skin. 

Pascal cocked her head and lifted my cock up and back. I couldn't see her as she ducked down behind Jen but I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt her hot breath against my flesh as she licked at the small patch of fluid nearest the base of my cock. I lay fixed to the spot as her soft tongue first lapped at the small bead of cum and then followed the string back up its source -- my tender and still twitching end.

Pascal engulfed my phallic head with her hot mouth, humming to vibrate my cock as she did so. Jen continued to suck and draw every last drop from the trail of cum further up my body and broke her gaze to offer a look of approval to Pascal. I threw my head back to concentrate on the new sensations racing through my body as both gave me oral pleasure.

Pascal sucked hard and extracted every last drop of cum from the eye at the centre of my cock. She took the end in deeper and swirled her tongue over the head, clearly savouring the taste of both mine and Jen's cum. Still holding the shaft between her thumb and finger she licked down its length, still slimy and wet from Jen's snatch and still jumping from my own intense orgasm. Jen's gaze was fixed on Pascal as she finished off by taking each of my balls into her mouth in turn and sucking heartily.

"Do you have any idea how you make us ..... what you make us..... what you do to us when you..." Pascal stuttered out, trying to find the words as she smacked her lips and rubbed her flushed cheek against my rock hard cock.

"You two are ...." She paused and raised her eyebrows," almost every night and the walls are so thin." She looked up at me with her eyes wide open and a devilish smile.

"Now I feel guilty because I didn't bring you a wedding gift. So please accept this." She said as she jumped off the bed and, within the blink of an eye, threw off her pyjamas. She mounted the edge of the bed and settled on all fours.

"Well don't just lie there. Get over here and fuck me!" 

I just looked at Jen open mouthed in amazement. She looked back with a twinkle in her eye and nodded me to do as Pascal had offered. I didn't need asking twice. I jumped up and stood behind Pascal as Jen adjusted her position.

Pascal raised her hips and offered her cunt to me, already open, wet and puffy lipped -- she must have been listening to what we had been doing, I wondered for how long but then, but I guess, she couldn't have avoided it. I gazed down at her perfect rump and athletic thighs as my hand automatically cupped and massaged the smooth mounds of her butt cheeks. Her cunt was almost demure and was sparsely covered with a thin layer of downy black pubic hair.

"I didn't go with Sally a couple of times and overheard you -- it drove me mad and I had to see for myself...." She said sexily over her shoulder as my hands spread her firm and taut backside wider apart. I marvelled at the site of her pink and puckered butt hole as her crack opened up before me.

I leant forward and offered my fully erect cock to her hot entrance. I took the tip and rubbed her freely flowing juices along the silky soft flesh of her inner slit. Pascal jumped and bucked as my head parted her inner lips and made contact with the hardened nub of her clit. I directed my tip along the silky furrow two or three more times to spread her cum generously around her open gash.

Finally I paused at her entrance. Jen raised herself up to get a better view of my cock as I pushed it forward. She stared, wide eyed as it disappeared slowly into Pascal's wet and willing hole.

Pascal took in breath sharply as my cock invaded her tight channel. She arched her back to allow me the deepest of penetration as I continued to slowly slide my thick tool forward. Jen smiled and seemed fascinated as she looked on to see my full length accepted into Pascal's hot cunt. God was it tight! So tight that I thought I would split her in two as my cock drove deep within her. 

Her inner muscles gripped at my shaft like a vice and she pushed backward allowing my full length to push deep inside her. Jen dare not blink and looked on admiringly as my cock stretched Pascal's tight fanny.

Pascal caught her breath again as my cock reached its limit. I slowly withdrew and allowed Jen to witness Pascal's slimy cum on my cock and her cunt gripping at my head before I slowly eased it all the way back in. Jen smiled in approval and Pascal sighed as her cunt accommodated my full length again.

Jen's hand had slipped between her legs by the time I had gently thrust in and out for a third or fourth time. Her head was thrown back and she had at least two of her own fingers jabbing into her gash making a slurping sound that served only to turn us all on still further.

"Harder, deeper." Pascal demanded over her shoulder in a whispered and deeply sexy French tone.

I raised myself on to my toes and thrust forward more urgently. Pascal's taut body responded by gripping at my shaft even harder as my cock pounded, piston like, in and out of her incredibly tight pussy and I felt the warm dampness of her cum against my ball sack as it swung against her clit.

Pascal's sighs had become groans of delight by the time I realised that I was speeding my way towards a second orgasm. 

"You cannot ..... you mustn't ....." Pascal blurted in a panicked tone - she must have sensed my cock thickening and my stroke shortening.

"You can't cum in her. She's not on the pill." Jen interceded, having snapped out of her own private rapture.

"Here, cum on me, cum on my tits." She said as she swung herself on to her back beside Pascal's swinging tits.

I wasn't going to argue and swung around as my cock erupted for a second time. I closed my fist around the warm and slimy weapon and pointed it, hose like, at my wife's prone body. Pascal, panting, shimmering with a fine mist of sweat and flushed with exertion, looked on as my tool pumped out a second, all be it less generous, cargo on to Jen's splendid and heaving tits.

Jen took a hold of her right breast and offered it to her mouth -- this was one of her party tricks. She lapped and sucked the salty fluid from the flesh before popping her nipple in between pursed lips to finish with a flourish.

Pascal looked on, probably jealous that she could get her own, smaller breasts, into her mouth, but made no attempt to lick my cum from Jen's other boob. Jen rubbed the remainder into her skin with a satisfied smile as we all recovered some composure.

I cannot remember what was said after that, not much was my recollection but I do remember feeling a bit uncomfortable. We didn't repeat the performance and Pascal returned home a few days later. Jen and I rarely spoke about the events of that morning but the memory of Pascal's lithe body would haunt me through the rest of my life - I can still see her sparsely covered clam in my mind's eye as my cock spread her tight hole.

All that happened fifteen years ago, Sally and Pascal kept in touch but, alas, Jen and I split after a dozen or so years of marriage, mercifully we had no kids to complicate things. The split was probably my fault, but as fate would have it, Pascal and I were reunited, mostly through the efforts of Sally, and we are now husband and wife.




The Wedding Gift



The second part of this story happened on our wedding night or rather on the morning after. 

Pascal and I had had a small wedding and modest reception in my home town. The wedding party occupied the B&B now being run by my sister Sally. Pascal and I had the largest room on the second floor, her kids shared a room a floor below as did both sets of parents. Jen, who I had been surprised to see at the wedding, was in the room across the hall. Sal and her family live in a flat on the top floor of the large Victorian terrace house.

The wedding was a quiet affair. We had managed to get Pascal's kids parked at my parent's house for a couple of days were going to spend the time in the country as a honeymoon. 

We had been living together for a few months before the wedding and it had all been a bit hectic on the day and so we hadn't had time to consummate the marriage officially. It was morning and I was horny, as normal.

Pascal was in her favourite position, head bowed down, on all fours at the edge of the bed with me standing up pounding my hard cock deep into her quivering fanny. It was same position that I had taken her in all those years ago. Her backside was a little saggier and her thighs weren't as smooth as I remembered but her cunt was still as accommodating as ever and I was soon grunting my way towards orgasm.

Just at "that" moment, the "sugar strokes", I heard a key turn in the door. I was beyond the point of no return as a female figure appeared at the open door. Without my glasses I couldn't tell who it was but my first thought was that it was Sally.

My legs buckled slightly, I gripped at Pascal's hips and groaned as I pumped my seed deep into her hot and wet fanny. I couldn't help crying out as my cum continued to pump, in pleasurable waves, deep into Pascal's clenching cunt.

"Room service!" Came the chirpy and unmistakeable voice of my ex-wife Jen as she came fully into the room holding a tray. 

My eyes gained focus as she neared the end of the bed. She placed the tray, topped with an array of sex toys, on the blanket box at the end of the king sized bed.

I stood back a little stunned. My cock, still oozing cum, flopped out from Pascal's wet fanny.

Jen put her finger to her lips to shush me and, without a by your leave, led me, cock first, to lie down on the bed. Once I was flat she sucked greedily at the tip to extract the final glob of cum from my eye. With a happy hum and a smack of her lips she then licked down the shaft to savour Pascal's fragrant cunt juices.

I looked at Pascal. She looked back at me apparently neither surprised nor concerned at my ex-wife's presence or actions. I decided to lay back and see what would happen.

Jen stood and whipped off her robe to reveal her naked frame -- she had been working out as her curves were far more defined than I had remembered. She paused and allowed me to gaze at her toned body. Her pendulous tits were a little saggy but her stomach was flat and she had shaved her cunt clean of its thick black mat of pubic hair.

She turned and bent to allow me to admire her taut backside and open clam as she picked up a camera from the tray. She tossed it towards Pascal and blurted out a series of brief instructions. She then handed Pascal a bright blue miniature vibrator before picking up a tube from the tray.

Jen swung around as Pascal fired up the camera. The bright light shone directly in to my eyes and dazzled me as both Jen and Pascal shuffled for position.

"Do you remember our wedding present from Pascal?" Jen asked in a quietly sexy tone from behind the bright light as my eyes struggled to adjust.

"It seems only fitting that I should offer you a wedding gift in the same vein." She said as she opened the tube in front of me.

I jumped as she squeezed a thick globule of the cold gel on to my re-hardening tool. She delicately rubbed the goo over and around my end and down the shaft to the base, pausing only to squeeze copious amounts of the lube directly on to the tip of my cock.

I lay there motionless as Jen expertly massaged my cock back to full erection. Pascal stared intently at the flat screen of the digi-cam that illuminated my shaft, glistening with the covering of cool and sticky goo.

"I can't offer you my virginity but you can have my anal cherry instead." Jen said sexily. 

She swung round to give me a full view of her ample backside. I noted her fresh and perfect manicure as she reached under her bald snatch to delicately place a large dab of lube on her puckered brown bud. She massaged the slimy glob in and around the wrinkled entrance before jabbing a single finger, knuckle deep, into the soft pink centre.

She pushed her butt up and back to allow me the sight of her two of fingers spreading her puffy cunt lips wide whilst her red tipped and lubed middle finger darted into that pink hole.

She climbed on to my prone body in her favourite position. I watched as she lowered her lubed up butt down towards my tool whilst swinging her hips forward so that Pascal, now standing in front of her, could focus the camera in on the action.

Jen grabbed at my cool and wet cock. She pulled the flesh taught and aimed it towards her puckered hole, but things didn't go quite according to plan - my cock refused to go in and bent virtually double. It was rather like trying to get a jelly back into a mould but Jen persisted and eventually my tip nestled in the outer ring of her arsehole.

Jen bore down whilst keeping my cock in place with her hand. At first nothing happened but then, suddenly, her sphincter gave way and with a yelp, she impaled herself on my cock. With one sudden jerk I was all the way in -- buried up to the hilt. I was deeper into Jen's butt than I had even been in her fanny and the heat of her arsehole seared through my cock as she paused for breath and puffed out her cheeks. I wasn't sure whether she felt pain or pleasure as she slowly rose to leave only my tip inside her tightly clenched butt hole. 

I delighted at the sight of my thick bell end stretch her tight back passage. After a pause she slowly lowered herself back down until I was once again fully inside her. She took great care to rotate her hips to allow Pascal, and the camera, a ring side view.

Slowly but surely Jen's up and down motions increased in speed and her whimpers became pants of delight. She had adjusted he position and lay back so she could reach her cunt with both hands. I shut my eyes and imagined what the camera was catching as Jen's tight arse rode my rock hard cock.

She motioned to Pascal to give her the vibrator. I concentrated on the faint sensations coming through Jen's torso -- I knew from the feelings that she must be wanking her clit good and hard.

Jen soon came. Her body tensed and shook, typically from her legs upward. Her pants turned to moans as she threw herself into the waves of pleasure raging through her body. She arched her back, raised her hips and allowed me to assist by thrusting mine upwards. 

My cock slurped into Jen's arsehole and my legs slapped at her inner thighs in rapid order as I extended Jen's orgasm by pounding deeply into her back passage. Jen was awash with pleasure as I stabbed my hard cock up and deep into her rectum. I felt her hot cum running down my balls as she screamed whilst I continued to jab my prick into her tight arse.

Finally I could hold off no more and shot my load with a cry of pleasure. I had all but forgotten about Pascal who stood at the end of the bed with one hand tending to her own needs whilst still filming intently with the other.

Pascal came with a hiss as Jen raised herself up and off my cock and allowed her arse to drool my thick cum down and over my slimy, lube covered, dick. Pascal zoomed in and with a smile turned the camera off.

Jen and Pascal exchanged a curious glance as they both stood and dressed.

"I'll send you the video as soon as I can copy it onto disc." Jen said as she gathered the tray together and left the room with a flourish.

It turned out that I had been set up, both then and fifteen years before. Pascal confessed that Jen had asked her to fuck me, and that she had always wanted to watch. Pascal was more than happy at the time as she had a crush on me and had been made as horny as hell by our antics. Apparently she and Sally had both wanked themselves silly for the whole time Jen and I were there. She admitted that she had waited at the door and pushed it ajar whilst Jen had ridden my face, I often wondered why the tea and toast were stone cold!

Pascal had asked Jen if she could repeat the favour as a part of a wedding surprise. Pascal admitted that she had always fantasised about watching and Jen had leapt at the chance.

As good as her word, Jen returned us a disc, suitably wrapped, together with the toys and the camera in a box that we hastily closed so as not to cause embarrassment when checked in to our country retreat. It had been a long drive and as much as the bottle of wine with the late meal we had managed only to flop into the four poster bed the night before.

The room was indeed "olde worlde", poorly lit with oak panels and floor boards. Everything creaked, even the toilet seat, but at 8.30 on a Monday morning I doubted if anyone would be listening.

I returned from the bathroom to find Pascal kneeling on the bed setting up my laptop. I couldn't resist, crept up behind her, the best I could, and yanked down her pyjama bottoms. She made a feeble attempt at stopping me but soon melted as my warm hands cupped the cool and curvaceous mounds of her butt cheeks.

I slid one hand down her warm cleft to feel her smooth and tender cunt lips and to remove her bottoms further. I cooed with delight at the new sensation, she must have shaved whilst she was in the bath late the previous evening. Pascal was trying to concentrate on getting the laptop going as I sank to my knees and planted my face in her groin.

The tip of my nose must have been cold as Pascal jumped when it came into contact with the heat of her butt hole. I pushed forward and down to her rapidly juicing cunt, pausing to only sniff her pungent aroma before sampling the silky smoothness of her inner lips with my tongue.

I heard the laptop drive bay click shut as Pascal finally gave in and swung her hips to meet my probing tongue. She sighed and bowed her head low as I ran the tip along her slit to search out the tender button of her clit. She arched her back to allow me greater access as it hit the mark.

I ran my tongue back to her moist opening and again to the fold of her clitoral hood in turns as she rocked almost imperceptivity to accept my oral attentions. My nose was pressed against her wrinkled butt hole as my mouth searched and tended to her pleasure zones. At last I gave in to the temptation and ran my tongue backwards from her open, and now gushing, snatch to the thin and wrinkled edge of her anal ring.

Pascal jumped but made no attempt to move away, rather she pushed slightly backward to encourage my tongue to explore the silky soft centre.

I duly obliged, I curled my tongue and probed at the hot and smooth heart of her brown bud. I pulled at the smooth orbs of her butt to pull the tight orifice open enough to sneak the tip of my tongue in to the warm passage. I flicked at the entrance and swirled my tongue around the wrinkled edge of her brown eye making her buck and jump against my face.

Pascal was not normally so eager for a good licking, perhaps shaving had made her more receptive but, as I came back up for air, I glanced over her shoulder. There in front of her, playing on the laptop, was the video that she had shot of Jen riding my cock with her arse.

I stood up and pulled her hips towards the edge of the bed before offering my hardened tool to her eagerly awaiting fanny. I pushed my hips forward and entered her with one smooth and deep thrust. Pascal barely acknowledged my cock lodged in her snatch as I pushed forward, her gaze was intently fixed on the small screen on the bed in front of her.

I peeped over the screen to the open box that had contained the selection of toys given to us by Jen but the action on the screen caught my eye. Pascal is actually a decent camera woman and had captured the sex scene expertly, even zooming in on key moments such as my cock disappearing into Jen's tight butt and later on, my favourite, the moment I shot my load -- Pascal even managed to zoom in and capture the jerks of my tool as it pumped my load deep into Jen's arse.

I hadn't realised that Jen had squirted as she came. Pascal had expertly captured the arc of cum as it had erupted past the blue vibro embedded in Jen's quivering cunt. We have even looked at it in "slo-mo" since!

I continued to pump and grind as the video played out in front of us. I gradually built in to a crescendo as Jen came on the screen, as did I, with Pascal on all fours, her head bowed low in her usual and favourite position before me.

Pascal reached behind the laptop and pulled out a tube of lube (presumably the same one) and looked at me sexily over her shoulder.

"OK then. Get me ready and you can have my anal cherry as well." She said with a sexy grin.

My cock stayed rock hard and my hands shook as I ripped off the cap, squeezed and lubed up my shaft. Pascal stayed put, her head bowed in expectation as I took a bead and massaged her wrinkled butt hole in preparation. She grunted as I pressed my thumb, experimentally, into her lubed up and expectant hole.

Holding my tool rigid I raised myself up on tip toes and pushed forward. My cock engaged and steadily slid into her hot and tight arse, right up to the hilt. Pascal sucked in hard as I reached my limit but rocked backward gamely to receive my full length. 

God it was tight. It was as tight as her cunt had been all those years before.

"Harder, deeper." She whispered over her shoulder as her mind's eye was clearly in the same place as mine.

Pascal sucked in hard as I started to plough her anal furrow. She reached behind the laptop for the blue vibro. The buzzing noise was amplified by the wooden walls as she offered the small bullet like torpedo to her trembling snatch.

I was in my own world as I savoured the delightfully tight grip of her ring around the base of my thick shaft, buried fully within her depths.

The bed creaked for England but I didn't care. Although I had just cum I had plenty left in the tank and it wasn't long before I could feel my shaft thickening within the narrow confines of Pascal's arse as I pounded it in, further and faster. I could feel the warmth of our spent fluids as they oozed from her snatch on to my balls as they slapped against her cum filled and sated cunt.

I knew that this time, unlike the last time that I had taken her cherry, I could shoot my load deep into her and it wasn't long before I did so. I pawed at her butt cheeks, spreading them as wide apart as they would go, so I could bury my tool in even deeper. Pascal did her bit, she tilted her hips to accommodate every last millimetre of my thrusting cock as she tended to her clit with the buzzing blue toy.

After a few short and jabbing upward thrusts I came with a howl of delight. Pascal eagerly accepted my cum and looked lovingly over her shoulder as she sensed the final jerk of my tool deep inside her.

She released the vibro and shut it down before placing it behind the laptop and handing me a card that read, "I hope you enjoy this memento of your day. Enjoy the toys, perhaps I can show you how to play with them. I am also available for funerals, holidays and long weekends ......Jen." Inside the box was the video camera, another, larger, vibrator and a glass butt plug.

We haven't taken her up on her offer but discussed doing so at breakfast. It appears that Pascal is as big a voyeur as Jen and wants her to film us at it.

The staff were all very attentive and smiled a lot as we went down for breakfast, late and flushed with the sex. As we ate we became aware that even the slightest of movement in the rooms above was carried, and amplified, by the oak flooring to the dining room below.



The Wedding Gift



Francesca's deepest desire and longing is to be a Sub for one day. To be at a man's mercy for an entire night, to have no power at all. She is to be wed in 3 days and what her best friend Mandy had done was really shocking.

"No way!" exclaimed Francesca as she looked at the leather suit on the bed and the collar.

"Yes way; you're getting married on Sunday and you haven't yet fulfilled that deepest desire of yours. Fran, if you don't do it now you may never get the chance to do it. So this is my wedding gift to you Fran" smiled Mandy.

"But, oh my God! Where did u find him? Who is he? Where is he from? And where am I going to?" asked Fran

"Don't worry Fran, he was referred to me by someone very dear and he is known to be the best. You are going to have a great time" said Mandy

"Now get ready will you, I have to drop you off at 9 pm sharp and I do not want you late"

Fran's heart was beating with excitement and fear as she slipped into the outfit on the bed. Standing before the mirror she gasped. She certainly did look amazing; she knew that the outfit and all were sent by the mysterious man. This was her true desire, and indeed she looked amazing for the role of being a sub.

"Wow! You look great Fran" said Mandy as she walked in.

"You know Fran, I know you love bill and all but Fran, just for tonight I want to forget him and live out your dream. Now let's move it" said Mandy hurriedly

They arrived at their destination 45 minutes later; the meeting point had been set up at an empty parking lot at the edge of town, where Fran was to be dropped off, and Mandy was to leave as soon as the escort picked her up. Fran would be returned safely at 9 am to her home, by the escort.

As they came to a stop beside a black limo the driver emerged and stood by Fran's door. She opened her door and he asked "good evening miss, are you Miss Francesca?"

"Yes" replied Fran. Looking wearily at Mandy.

"Have fun Fran and darling don't worry you are in safe hands"

Leaning over to Mandy she hugged her and said "thank you Mandy" then gathering all her courage she stepped out to the open limo door awaiting her.

"Miss Francesca, on the seat you will find silk black blindfolds, your orders are to wear them as soon as you enter the car" the driver added.

"Ok" said Fran, as she slipped into the comfortable ride. When the door closed shut she picked up the silk folds feeling their softness she sighed and wrapped them about her eyes. "Here we go Fran, no turning back now" she whispered to herself.

She did not know how long the drive was for she had drifted into thoughts and images of what was ahead of her. She was brought back to reality when the car stopped and her door was opened.

A hand touched hers and she heard the familiar voice of the driver saying "please miss take my hand and I shall lead you to your final destination"

They climbed some steps she noted; about 10 she was too nervous to keep count.

Then she heard it, a deep sexy voice saying "thank you Andre, I can take her from here"

"Yes sir" 

Then another hand softer and gentle was placed below her elbow guiding her, she could smell fresh soap and light cologne, he had just had his shower she noted. She was led silently until she felt the hand at her elbow leave and that deep voice said

"Good evening Francesca, I will now remove your blindfolds, you may call me master or sir and I shall be addressing you as pet. Tonight I promise you, that you will never forget, when I remove your blindfolds, you will then remove your cloak and twirl around slowly so I may see the clothes I have chosen for you, then you will sit at the chair behind you like a good pet, and I don't wish to hear a word out of you. You are to be quiet and do not speak unless spoken to. Am I clear pet?" he asked

A rush of fear, excitement and arousal ran through her she managed to whisper "yes master" remembering her role as a pet tonight.

She then felt those warm hands once more, fingers lacing through her long wavy hair before he slipped off her blindfolds and threw them aside. She opened her dark green eyes and before her was a shock, he was tall, and wore a mask, yet it did not hide his light blue eyes, his perfect nose and mouth. He had light gold hair and it was ruffled, he was wearing a long black robe, tied with a sash at the front. She inhaled sharply, he was handsome.

"The cloak pet!" was a sharp order that broke her thoughts.

"Sorry master" she apologized, her hands fumbled with the buttons and she let the cloak fall freely to the floor revealing herself to him. She flushed lightly and lowered her head, did the twirl and backed into the chair sitting down placing her hands in her lap as an obedient pet would do.

It took all his willpower not to grab her there and take her right there on the floor, Jacques was shocked, he had not expected such a beauty, he had been a Dom for many years now and had many clients yet non as beautiful and sexy as the woman that stood before him.

The black jet curly hair , her dark green eyes, her full kiss me lips, her perfect nose, the way the choker fit perfectly around her slender neck, the way the mini skirt clung sexily to her wonderful ass and the way the little top showed off her beautiful breasts. Already he was aroused; he wanted her and could feel his erection throbbing with heat.

Oh she is going to be a delight he thought, he would certainly enjoy her.

She could tell he was aroused, it was evident and it sent a rush of pure excitement through her. Yet she stayed still eyes lowered to the floor and hands folded.

"Pet, look at your master" she was ordered

She did as he bid.

Slowly he opened his robe exposing his exquisite body to her and his throbbing arousal clear and proud.

"Does my pet like what she sees?" was the question.

Licking her lips she said "yes master I do"

He stepped back closing the robe and said "come pet kneel at you master's feet and wear your leash"

She rose quietly kneeling at his feet, arching her neck, giving him access to her collar, he latched the leash and said "rise now, it is time for my supper"

She followed him silently into another room; in the middle of it was a table and one chair. On the table was a pillow in the middle and at the side were dishes of fruits, a glass of wine and a bottle. She understood she was to be dinner.

"Now pet, lay back on the table" he ordered and spread your legs.

Obediently she did as told. Lying back onto the pillow she nestled her head and spread her legs.

He grabbed each ankle and cuffed them to a loop at the side of the table, spreading her wide for him to see and pulling her towards him so that her covered pussy was inches form his face. He leaned in and inhaled her scent. "Mmmm! You are very aroused my little pet" he said. His hand sliding over her panties, feeling the moisture through it, rubbing lightly.

She arched her hips at his touch, moaning deeply.

"Be still pet, we have just begun" he said.

Picking up a sharp knife he lifted her skirt exposing her more and sharply cut the edges of the pants ripping them off her, he tossed them aside. His fingers now rubbing against her moist clit sending rushes and tremors through her body.

He reached for a strawberry from the iced dish and placed it against her folds, as she felt the coldness she moaned and bucked, "Oh! Lord!"

He kept rubbing her clit with his finger while he gently probed her with the strawberry, then he left it inside her, his fingers gone only to be replaced with his lips. He licked, and bit on the strawberry using his mouth to push it in further, probing again. When he felt her release near he said "come for me pet, I want to taste you"

It was all she needed, her body shivered and squirmed, her release hard and strong, she let out a deep moan as she came. Feeling his lips still there, and his fingers stroking her to the brink.

And then he slipped the strawberry out of her covered with her cum, he licked on it and took a bite. "You taste amazing my lovely little pet" 

He then picked up the bottle of wine and poured some onto her pussy. She shivered. He smiled and dipped his head back in licking it from her and sucking.

Fruit by fruit he tested on her, making her cum time and time again. At last she laid there panting heavily, Ankles aching from the cuffs around them, and body quivering.

Slowly he stroked her leg and said "now my pet I shall uncuff you and then you will kneel down between my legs".

As she was released she gently slid off the table and knelt between his legs, his robe open and his arousal thick and hard against his tummy nearly reaching his navel. She licked her lips, for Fran had always enjoyed sucking. 

His hand caressed her hair and slipped lower down her neck to her top, beneath the material he stroked gently at her breast, stroking her nipple she moaned louder.

He then grabbed her leash and pulled her forward "do u want this? Do you want to taste your master?"

She looked up at him and answered "yes master"

"Yes master what?" he said

"Yes master, I would love to taste your cock, please"

He yanked her leash again, bringing her lips to the tip of his cock. With his free hand he traced her lips with it teasing her.

She was fighting the urge to stick her tongue out to lick it, her wetness growing. She knew she would cum once more if touched.

"Suck your master" he said. "And you are not to use your hands pet"

Hungrily she licked the tip of his cock, tasting it, and then slipped the tip into her mouth sucking at it tracing it with her tongue. 

She felt his hand at the back of her head while the other held her leash, he pushed her forward more driving his cock deeper into her mouth, fucking her mouth urgently.

He moaned and groaned, as she licked and sucked harder, knowing that he was near, she wanted to taste him, taste his cum, she wanted to swallow all he had to offer.

He then yanked her hair back; she whimpered and looked at him. "Do you want me to cum pet? Do u want to taste my cum? Swallow it?"

She eyed him and said "yes master, I want to swallow all that cum, if you will let me"

"Then pet you may use your hands, you however may not cum, you will swallow my cum every last drop of it"

She reached for his cock and began stroking it hard and fast, her lips once again there sucking teasing then she felt him, she knew he was near , he groaned out loud threw his head back , bucked his hips and spilled his seed deep into her mouth. She lapped greedily swallowing every last drop, then licked him clean and sat back.

He watched her sit back looking all so innocent, her lips shining, her eyes glowing and a smile upon her face. She was very pleased he thought. And she was about to be more pleased he thought.

He slowly rose up form the chair and looked down at her, yanking her leash, she stood, and he walked her into yet another room. She looked around the room, it had to beams with suspenders and all around the walls were toys. He led her in between the beams; grabbing each of her wrists he cuffed her and then her ankles once more.

She watched him walk to one of the walls picking a large knife and then another picking a vibrator. She inhaled sharply, he was going to torment her she knew it; the night had just begun for her.

He came then to stand behind her, placing the toy and knife on a table beside him, her bare ass touching against his now firm cock. He wrapped his hands around her waist then lower stroking lightly her clit. He heard her moan and smiled, whispering in her ear he said "my pet you are one wet woman"

He then came to stand before her knife in his hand, he ran it down the middle of her chest, and then with a swift turn of the wrist he tore her top down the middle exposing her breasts to him. She let out a gasp of surprise as the material tore apart; looking into his eyes she saw the hunger and the wanting. Then once again the knife came between her chest sliding down her tummy to the hem of her skirt and with a fast tug the fabric spilt.

Now she stood there before him naked and helpless, he smiled knife still in his hand he knelt before her spread legs, sliding the knife gently on her skin, then again with a fast strike he nipped her flesh and watched patiently as a little trickle of blood emerged. He leaned in and began to lick that wound tasting her blood, sucking at it gently.

She let out a small cry as she felt the blade nip her flesh, but then it was shortly replaced with his lips, sucking lightly and gently at the wound. She moaned and rocked her body for the heat between her thighs was unbelievable now and she needed, she craved his lips there.

"Master, please" she whispered.

"Yes pet? What do you want?"

"Master, please I want, I need you to lick me" she said shyly.

"I am licking you pet. Define what you want my squirming little pet" he said

"Master, I want, I need you to lick my pussy master, to make me cum, I beg of you"

His lips then moved lightly kissing her flesh till he reached her pussy; he began sucking and licking, tasting her sending her over the edge. He then stopped "pet you may not cum" he ordered

She moaned and threw her head back, fighting the urgency to cum, her panting harder, and her body shaking. 

His hands grabbed her waist and held her form as he lapped and sucked her, his arousal more hard now aching to be relieved, he fed upon her till he heard her scream and beg "please, master"

He stopped once more and looked up at her, sliding up her body her began kissing her chest till he reached each nipple sucking it and biting lightly. One hand at the clit, two fingers probed deep into her then 3 as he stroked her clit with his thumb. She quivered and bucked against his fingers. 

Finally she could not bear it any longer "master, please let me cum I beg you" she pleaded.

"Not yet pet, not yet" he said as he moved back and grabbed the vibrator. He slipped it between her thighs and to her folds, sliding it in to her.

She groaned at the new intrusion and moaned as her folds wrapped around it. She felt its speed on max as he fucked her pussy with it sending her to the edge then dropping her back down. Her tolerance was at end when she screamed again "master, please I want to feel that hard cock deep in me fucking me"

He knew that they were both on the edge and she was on the verge of exploding, he left the vibrator deep in her and slipped down to un cuff her ankles. Then he retuned to her sliding the vibrator out bringing it to her lips, "taste yourself first pet"

She licked at it and smiled, knowing that it was time.

He threw the vibrator aside grabbed her hips and lifted her, then with one hard thrust he pushed himself deep into her, impaling her on his hard cock. 

Her hands now able to grab the chains that held her suspended she used them to level herself with him, and then he began to move, fucking her harder and with no mercy. 

"You are so tight my pet, so perfect around my cock" he moaned as he thrust deeper.

Then one hand snuck up and began to un cuff her wrists freeing them as she fell down into his arms, he kept her there, riding him as he took her to the wall slamming her hard against it, he rammed deeper into her, and took her higher. She quivered, her walls tightening around him, he took her lips kissing them hard, carnal need filling them, and he ravished her with exquisite force. Then he whispered "cum with me pet" in her ear.

She came hard and felt him spill his seed in her, filling her pussy with his cum. He let out a deep groan against her lips then placed his lips at her neck breathing heavily.

Minutes later he stirred, still there against the wall he slowly lowered her, grabbing her leash he said "well done my pet, now we must rest, come with me"

As they walked into a dimly lit bedroom she looked around it was beautifully furnished, then she noted the four poster bed, she wondered where she was to sleep.

As they reached the bed his hand unlatched the leash and collar and he said "you shall be sleeping beside me pet"

"Thank you master" she said and climbed in-between the silk sheets.

He slid in after her laying on their sides he spooned her and said "now sleep, you will need your strength later"

Moments later they were both sound asleep.

She awoke to a throbbing and wetness between her thighs and felt a hard arousal at her back, and a hand stroking gently at her clit. She moaned and tried to turn, yet she was hushed with whispers of what was to come, she rode the fingers feverishly and whimpered softly.

She then followed the orders that had been whispered to her she knelt on her knees, face and shoulders into the pillows and her legs spread wide. She shivered as she felt him behind her, sneaking a glance she noticed he had slept in the mask. Then she felt his fingers once more caressing and stroking her as his hard cock nudged against her little bottom. She pushed back trying to get him into her, yet she was swatted and he said "patience pet, patience"

He teased her folds with his hard cock and his hand slid down to caress her breast, she moaned and pleaded. Then with one hard thrust he rammed deep into her, holding still for a moment as she adjusted to him. Slowly he took her, gently till she finally screamed out "master, harder please"

He lost control, all his wits flew and he slammed hard and fast into her, taking her fiercely, the sound of flesh slapping hard filled the room, moans, groans and whimpers echoed around them. Till finally her collapsed above her Cuming hard. She whimpered beneath him and whispered "wow"

He slid off her to lay down next to her, his breathing hard, he turned and looked at her and said "you have been a wonderful pet Francesca, now you must bathe and get ready, you will find some clothes in the bathroom, they are yours to keep and to remember me by. You will wait here; Andre will come up for you and escort you to your home"

Fran looked deep into those eyes and whispered "thank you master" a sudden feeling of pain and hurt swept through her for she was not going to see him again, and she had enjoyed the night immensely. She slowly slipped off the bed, then turned to him and asked "may I know your name? Master"

He looked at her, he did not want her to go, she was one of a kind and he had enjoyed their night, for him it was more than a business deal "Jacques" he said.

She smiled and turned towards the bathroom not wanting to look back fearing she would not want to leave ever again.

She took a long shower, and then dressed in what he had left her, lacy panties with a "j" marked on them and a long white silk dress. 

She opened the bathroom door expecting to see him laying there on the bed, but to her dismay it was empty and she inhaled sadly. It had been goodbye.

He watched her through the screen that was recording the rooms all night and sadly closed his lovely eyes. She was not his, and never would be. Only memories and what was recorded would be his and hers.

She heard a tap at the door and Andre walked in, "miss, this way please" he said.

She was led to the limo that picked her up and inside she found an envelop, she opened it and gasped at what she saw. A DVD disk of their night it said. I shall never forget you my little pet, if you ever need me, call this number and say master.

She closed her eyes and a tear fell from her eyes, quickly she wiped it away and sighed.

Her wedding gift would never be forgotten.



The Wedding Gift Ch. 02



In Daddy's House Now

The morning after my mom married Edward, I woke up on the floor beside their bed, my wrists tied to the headboard of their bed. Sore from the night before, I slowly sat up, and saw Mom looking down at me, smiling.

"How do you feel, sweetie?" She whispered, as I noticed my new stepfather sleeping soundly beside her.

"Sore...and horny," I confessed. She laughed at me.

"Angie, your new daddy was so happy with his present last night! I'm so proud of how well you submitted yourself to him. If he ever decides to let you go, you'll make a wonderful wife to a good strong man someday."

I couldn't help but smile a little. All my life, Mom had taught me to be obedient, although until last night, I was never allowed to be so obedient with a member of the opposite sex.

Suddenly, Edward, my new stepfather, stirred. His eyes opened and first he kissed my mother passionately, pushing down her sheets to massage her breasts. As the kiss ended he smiled down at me. All I could do was look back up at him.

"How did my new slavegirl sleep, baby?" he chuckled.

"Okay,"I answered softly, feeling ashamed of my naked body, even though he was the one who left me like this last night.

Edward's smile disappeared, and was replaced by a stern look.

"Alice," he ordered, "unbind your daughter's wrists and help her up here so I can remind her whose house she is living in now."

"Yes, My Lord," Mom was hushed as she leaned down, her large breasts dangling in my face as she undid the rope and grabbed my sore wrists. She pulled me up and I climbed up onto the bed, over my naked mother and stepfather. Edward pulled me further across the bed until my bare ass was over his lap. I could feel his cock growing beneath me as he rubbed my ass, warming it up after a night spent on the cold wood floor of the bedroom.

"Do you recall last night, Angie?" He spoke in a soft, teasing tone. "Do you remember what your mother gave me?"

He paused, waiting for my answer.

"She gave you me," I squeaked.

"That's right, baby. She gave me her beautiful eighteen-year-old virgin daughter as a sex slave, so that I would not be tempted to stray from our home should your mommy not be able to fulfill all of my needs. And since you are my new daughter and my new slave, what did I tell you to call me?"

"Daddy."

"That's right, slavegirl. And do you call me Daddy just when you feel like it?"

Finally, I remembered what he told me as he taught me to suck his cock in my mouth last night.

"No, Daddy... I am to say your name whenever I speak to you, Daddy."

"That's right, now you remember!" Suddenly his voice lowered and grew darker. "But I can't let any infraction go by unnoticed, even as you are just learning your place in my home."

I heard Mom gasp as Daddy's hand suddenly slapped my ass. I cried out loudly in painful surprise as Daddy rolled me over, rubbing my newly shaved pussy.

"Say thank you slavegirl."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"Good girl. Now get up and run a bubble bath for Mommy and me. Go on."

Not willing to risk another spanking, I quickly jumped up and ran into the master bathroom, hearing Mom and Daddy kissing some more. I kneeled beside the tub as I warmed the water and started to fill it for Daddy, pouring in the bubble bath sitting on the ledge.

As the tub filled up, Daddy came into the bathroom holding Mom in his arms as she fingered her hairless pussy with a single finger and used her other hand pinch and twist a nipple. I couldn't help but stare until Daddy spoke to me.

"Slavegirl, that's enough. You may turn off the water."

I quickly obeyed, and looked back up to notice Daddy's long, thick cock was as hard as it was last night when he took my virginity. Daddy gently set Mom down in the tub, kissing her as He sat down on the opposite side of her. I stood up, feeling I should leave, when Daddy gave me a severe look. He then looked back at Mom and nodded to her.

She blushed as she spoke to me, "Slavegirl, I need you to wash Mommy's back."

"Yes...Mommy," I answered, glancing at Daddy. He smiled a little at me as I took a loofah, soaked it, and began to massage Mommy's back with it.

"Don't miss my crack,"she added softly, looking into Daddy's eyes.

"Yes Mommy." I had bathed with Mom before, but never washed her, and had never touched her privates before. Still, my ass still stung from my earlier infraction, and so I began to rub the loofah on Mom's lower back, gradually rubbing her cheeks.

"Now me." Daddy's voice seemed to boom, and broke me from the trance I had entered as I had watched my hand moving the loofah up and down Mom's tight, firm ass. On my knees, I moved to the other side of the tub and began loofah-ing Daddy's shoulders, moving down his back gradually.

"Good girl," he teased, "don't forget Daddy's ass, too!"

"Yes, Daddy." I pushed my loofah down, and began to wash his ass cheeks like I did for Mom. Suddenly, I saw Daddy pulling Mom toward him. I watched as Daddy and Mom kneeled, and couldn't suppress my gasp as Daddy pushed his cock into Mommy's pussy with one strong thrust. He began to move his hips back and forth, just a little as he ordered, "Wife, help your daugter wash your husband and lord's ass properly."

Mom's smooth hands reached back and each pulled a cheek away from Daddy's crack. She looked at me over her husband's shoulder, and I understood. I pushed the loofah up and down Daddy's crack, my pussy beginning to make a mess down my legs as I heard Mom and Daddy moaning. 

Daddy grunted, "tell me what you are."

"I am your wife and personal sex toy who worships your cock with complete devotion," Mom moaned.

"NOW!" Daddy barked, and both of them shook in each other's arms. After a minute or so, Daddy helped Mom off of his cock, then turned towards me.

"Time to practice using your mouth on Daddy, baby," he smiled, taking the loofah out of my hand. One of Daddy's strong hands went on the back of my head, the other on my right breast as I leaned against the tub to suck Daddy's cockhead.

"Tell Daddy how Mommy tastes on his cock."

"Yummy, Daddy," I looked up at him as I answered, and it was, to be honest, a most addicting taste.

"Tell Mommy how yummy she is," Daddy chuckled, keeping my face close to his cock by grabbing a fistfull of my hair.

"You taste very yummy, Mommy."

"Thank you, Angie." Mommy smiled at me, watching me as Daddy guided me back to sucking his cock.

I filled my mouth with his cock, licking Mommy's juices off of it.

"Eyes up on Daddy," my new master coached. "That's a good girl. Now try to get it into your throat... it's ok if you gag a little, baby. Daddy likes that."

Eyes up on Daddy, I bobbed my head forward, tasting Mommy more as Daddy's tip started to enter my throat. I bobbed my head a little bit furher before I gagged. Instinctively, I tried to move back, but Daddy's hands held me tight on his cock. I gagged harder and harder until Daddy finally pushed me back, letting me breathe, my 36Cs heaving.

"Good try, slavegirl, we'll just have to keep practicing, won't we?"

"Yes, Daddy," I breathed, still heaving. His hand was still on the back of my head as he began to draw me close again.

"This time, slavegirl, you just have to lick Mommy's juices off it."

I obediently bowed my head and licked up and down Daddy's cock, cleaning it of Mommy's yummy taste, keeping my eyes up on Daddy like a good girl.

"Very good, babygirl. Now keep licking further - lick Daddy's balls now, and maybe you'll get a surprise."

I pressed my tongue forward, licking my new stepfather's balls as my mother watched. As his hand on the back of my head guided me, his hand on my tit proceeded to knead it, digging his fingers into it, treating it like a piece of meat. Suddenly he pushed me back yet again and gave me my surprise - shooting his cum onto my un-abused breast.

Smiling at me, Daddy put his hands on my waist and started to lift me up.

"I think our babygirl needs to join Mommy and Daddy in the bath now."

Next thing I knew, I was sitting on Daddy's lap, with Mommy right in front of me.

"May I clean her breast, my Lord?" Mommy asked like the good submissive wife she had yearned to be after my real father abandoned us.

"Of course, my dear." Daddy answered, pulling her by her hair towards me. 

I gasped as I felt my mother's lips touching my breast, and nearly jumped once I felt her tongue. I looked down and watched as she licked and sucked my breast clean of her husband and my stepfather's seed.

Daddy chuckled behind me as he pulled Mommy off my breast by her hair, and handed her the loofah. Obediently, Mommy began to wash me, beginning with my chest as Daddy leaned me back against him so that I would look at him, instead of Mommy.

"Now, slavegirl, I think we need to talk about how this household operates." He paused.

"Yes, Daddy."

"I am the head of this household. You will obey me completely, no matter how you are feeling, or if you like what you are being ordered to do. Your Mommy is my wife, and will also obey me, although as her husband I have a duty to care for her, and make sure that I do not ask too much of her. I do not have any obligation of that kind to you. Your mother has my permission to give your commands as well, and if you fail to obey her, she will report to me and I will punish you. I know you thought your spanking this morning hurt. You will never have such an easy punishment as a single spanking again."

"Furthermore," Daddy continued, "your mother is mine and mine alone. You are a slavegirl, a gift, and so you may be shared if I choose. And I will choose to share you, babygirl."

I nodded my understanding, trying to take all of this in as Mommy began to loofah my pussy, making me give a sudden moan.

Daddy laughed, "Ah, yes, slavegirl. You may have noticed your mother came upon command this morning. You must always beg for your orgasm. As you have just lost your virginity, it will take you some time to learn to control, but after enough punishment, you will learn to be a good slavegirl."

Daddy gave Mommy a nod, and she stood, getting a towel and wrapping it around her dripping body as she disappeared into the bedroom.

"Your mother is going to get your outfit for the day. Later, you will go through your clothes and throw out anything that does not show off your status as a family slave. If you dare to wear anything that a respectable woman like your mother has a right to wear, you will be punished."

I shivered as Daddy whispered this in my ear, realizing that I would not just be exposed in Daddy's house.

Mommy came in, smiling, holding two tiny pieces of black and white fabric and a pair of black heels. She set them down on the sink as she helped Daddy lift me up out of the tub. She then took off her towel and rubbed me dry in it, like when I was a little girl, taking baths all alone.

"Here we go," Mom smiled, and helped me step into a black thong witha see-through panel of white fabric hanging down from the front, like an apron. Next she put the bra on me. At least, it was outlined to be a bra with white lace. Where he cups should have been were only thin strips of black cloth that my hard nipples, short as they are, still poked through. Finally, Mommy knelt and helped me put on the heels, five inches tall that were fastened to my unsteady feet with ribbons that Mommy tied behind each of my calves in a neat, tight bow. 

Gently, Mommy turned me around so Daddy could see. He smiled from the tub.

"Lovely. Our little babygirl is going to work as our maid today, and help make our new home nice and neat. Darling," he spoke to Mom, "go on and make us a breakfast, please. Our maid will help clean up this mess in here."

Mommy smiled and kissed her new husband passionately before leaving us. Daddy smiled as he watched her go, and then turned back to me.

"Get a clean towel for Daddy."

I turned around to follow Daddy's pointing finger and bent over to get it out of the cabinet. As I turned back around, Daddy was standing in the tub, water dripping off of his muscular body.

"Help me out, slavegirl."

I took his hand as he stepped out of the tub, dripping some of the warm bath water onto my scantily clad body. I then proceeded to rub the towel on his body like Mommy had done for me.

"Good girl, but my cock is still wet," he smiled.

"Yes, Daddy," I quickly rubbed the towel around his cock and balls, looking up at him nervously.

Daddy began to stroke my hair with a finger, placing his other hand on my naked shoulder.

"I know this is a lot for a good girl like you to take in, and all in less than a day," he comforted me, "but you are making your mommy so proud, and your new daddy so happy."

"Really, Daddy?"

"Yes, really, babygirl. Now, Daddy needs to rest after giving his cum to both of his girls this morning, so I'm going to lie down on the bed while you clean up this mess. When it's clean, I want you to come back into Daddy's room, curtsey in your little apron," he chuckled as he touched it gently,"and then ask Daddy how else you can serve him. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl," he smiled and kissed my lips gently, leaving me alone in the messy bathroom, holding his towel.

Using the towel in my hand, I began to mop up the water Daddy, Mommy and I had splashed on the floor. As I released the water in the tub, I placed the loofah back on the side of the tub, reaching to do so. Then I realized the throbbing in my pussy. Although the mess my pussy made on my legs this morning during Mommy and Daddy's "private" bath time had been washed away when I joined them, I realized it was starting to be recreated. Trying to ignore my own juices, I finished cleaning the bathroom, hanging the dirty towels to dry, and went out to find Daddy lying on the bed, holding his cock in one hand, the other helping to balance his laptop. He looked up at me, and I shyly curtsied, stretching my "apron" as I bent my knees.

"How else may I serve you, Daddy?"

Daddy smiled, then patted the bed before shutting his laptop and setting it on his bedside table. I sat beside him, hoping I wouldn't be punished if my juices got on his bedspread.

"Daddy doesn't need anything right now, but I think the slavegirl does," Daddy teased, rubbing his hand between my legs, making me blush.

"I'm sorry - " I started before Daddy interrupted.

"Don't be sorry, baby, this is what will make you a good slavegirl for Daddy. Now, you need to ask Daddy to fuck you, don't you?"

"Yes Daddy," I looked up at him, embarrassed. He looked back at me, waiting.

"Please, will you fuck me, Daddy?"

"Yes slavegirl, you've started out being a very good maid today. Now lie down, Daddy wants to look down at his maid while he fucks her this morning."

Breathing heavily with anticipation, I laid down beside Daddy as he got up, rubbing his still-hard cock with one hand as he moved over me. Without speaking, Daddy pushed my thong aside and rubbed my pussy lips, smiling. Sitting back on his knees, he took my heels in his hands and pushed them back.

"Hold your legs back for Daddy." He ordered with little emotion.

"Yes, Daddy," I answered, watching him intently as he got on all fours above me, then lowered himself down slowly, his cock getting closer and closer to my teen pussy. Then, before I knew it, he was pushing his cock deep into me. I screamed as his cock forced its entire way into my pussy.

"That's it, scream for Daddy," Daddy grunted as he pushed his cock in and out of my pussy, not giving me a chance to get used to it before he would withdraw, and not giving me a chance to rest before he entered me again.

Holding my legs tight, i found myself moaning loudly, overwhelmed with a strange pleasure from the force Daddy used to fuck my pussy. My body moved back each time Daddy entered me with such force until I was hitting my head on the headboard, my tits were jiggling so hard they were sore in my support-less bra, but I felt the sensations I had felt last night, when Daddy had given a gift to his wedding gift - my first orgasm. 

It felt so good, I surrendered to it without a second thought. I moaned loudly, closed my eyes, and let Daddy's forceful cock take me to the heights of ecstasy. I shrieked as my body shook beneath Daddy, and continued to as Daddy held me down and began to grind his cock into my cumming pussy, depositing a load of his cum into me.

As my second orgasm of my life subsided, my breathing began to slow, and I opened my eyes to see Daddy smiling sinisterly down at me. And that's when I remembered one of Daddy's rules.

"I'm sorry, Daddy!" I cried, trembling now in fear, rather than pleasure.

"Yes, I know, slavegirl." Daddy continued to smile down at me as he took his cock out of me, and sat at the edge of the bed.

"Now," he ordered, "kneel before Daddy and lick his cock clean while he decides on your punishment.

"Yes, Daddy," I whimpered, crawling down quickly, afraid of making my punishment worse if I hesitated even to catch my breath.

Kneeling before Daddy, I licked up and down his cock, tasting myself, noticing how similar I taste to Mommy. As my tongue neared Daddy's balls, I looked up at him, wondering how I would be punished.

"Is Daddy clean from his misbehaving slavegirl's juices?" He peered down at me.

"Yes,Daddy," I swallowed the last of my juices in a gulp.

"Very good. Now bend over Daddy's knees for a spanking." 

Trembling still, I obeyed, clumsily standing and bending over Daddy's lap. As I laid across him, he rubbed my ass cheeks with his right hand as his left arm held me tight against him.

"Slavegirl, you will receive ten spankings,"Daddy explained. "After each spanking, you will say the number it is, and then thank me. Let's do one as a practice."

His right hand then rose up and smacked my left cheek, creating a loud SMACK.

"One, thank you, Daddy," I whimpered, breatheing heavily.

"Good girl. Now, if you should forget to count, or to thank Daddy, we will start over. Now for number one..."

SMACK

"One, thank you, Daddy!" I cried.

SMACK

"Two, thank you, Daddy!" I proceeded to count and thank Daddy, crying harder with each spanking as each cheek grew sorer and sorer. Finally, Daddy gave me my tenth and final spanking.

SMACK!!!

"Ten, thank you, Daddy," I sobbed as He helped me slide down to my knees.

"Very good babygirl. I think you will learn Daddy's rules very quickly," He smiled down at me as Mommy came in wearing a robe. 

"Breakfast is ready," she announced as she noticed me crying on the floor. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, dear," Daddy smiled at her. "Slavegirl is just learning the rules of her new home, so I'm afraid she'll have to eat her breakfast on all fours like an animal, instead of at the table like us. Daddy pulled out some boxers from his bedside table and put them on, tucking his softening cock away.

"Come one, babygirl, let's go enjoy the breakfast your Mommy has made for her family." 

Getting on all fours like Daddy said, I crawled behind him as he led Mommy and me to the dining room for our first family meal.



The Wedding Gift Ch. 03



Nearly a week had passed since Mommy gave me as a gift to my new Daddy, and I had become their slavegirl when Mommy woke me up one morning, stroking my cheek, smiling down at me.

"Wake up, Angie... you have a big day today!" 

I forced my eyes open, wondering what could be bigger today than any of the other days that had passed - becoming a slave in my new home, losing my virginity on my mother's wedding night, learning to never ever cum without Daddy's permission, learning that Daddy knows every time I touch myself without permission... What else could there be?

"Sit up, babygirl," Mommy ordered, and I obeyed, knowing Daddy would see and punish me for disobeying his wife. As I sat up, Mommy saw how Daddy had put me to bed last night. First, he had dressed me in a nightgown that barely hid my always wet pussy and that didn't hide my breasts at all. Instead of covering my breasts, this nightgown only framed them with thin lace. My breasts were covered, however, by Daddy's cum, a load on each breast. Now it was dried, and made me feel like a whore, and made Mommy smile.

"Oh, sweetie, it looks like you made Daddy very happy last night! No wonder he didn't have much left for me!"

I blushed, worried Mommy would regret letting Daddy have me for his wedding gift. 

"Are you mad, Mommy?" I asked, even though she didn't seem it.

"Of course not, Angie!" Mommy hugged me, and her dress felt warm against my bare breasts. "You know that I am grateful to you for serving your new Daddy like this."

I smiled up at her, feeling relieved, and Mommy smiled back down at me as she kissed my lips gently.

"And tonight, Daddy has a surprise for you," she whispered in my ear.

"A surprise?"

Mommy nodded, "All I can tell you is that we don't have to worry anymore about Daddy ever leaving us, because he definitely loves us!"

With that, Mommy dragged me out of bed and into the dining room where she had a breakfast waiting me at the table. I looked up at her, a little confused. Since becoming Daddy's slavegirl, I ate most of my meals on the floor, or begged to eat at the table.

"Today is a very special day, Angie, and Daddy and I want you to be pampered a bit," Mommy explained as she sat me down. After eating, I began to take care of my dishes, but Mommy stopped me.

"Go to your bathroom and start a bubble bath. I'll come in to help you when I've cleaned up," she swatted my bare ass playfully. "Go on, now, Daddy's coming home early tonight."

In my bubble bath, waiting for Mommy, I sat and wondered what the surprise might be. Daddy had mentioned sharing me with other men - was he renting me out? Was he selling me?

Mommy came in, stripping off her June Cleaver-esque dress and her panties and bra before joining me in the tub.

Without saying a word, Mommy sat down behind me and began to wash my back. I closed my eyes as she pushed me back against her, her hands now on my chest, washing away Daddy's dried cum from my breasts. Mommy kissed my cheek as her hands massaged my breasts, my belly, and then my bald pussy. I breathed in as I felt her fingers petting me, making sure I was still nice and smooth for Daddy. Suddenly I squirmed as Mommy's fingers took hold of my clit.

"Be a good girl, don't fight Mommy..." she sang in my ear as she continued to tease me, rubbing my clit with one hand, beginning to finger my pussy with the other.

"Yes, Mommy," I whimpered, so scared I would cum without permission and mess everything up. Mommy continued to pleasure me, rubbing and gently pulling on my clit, and fingering me with two, then three of her fingers. I moaned loudly, and then suddenly Mommy stopped, sliding both of her hands down my thighs.

I looked up at her, my head resting on her soft breasts.

"Daddy gave strict orders - no cumming until he's home," Mommy said, kissing me again.

"Thank you for helping me be a good slavegirl, Mommy," I breathed into her breasts, despite my frustration. 

After the bath, Mommy had me stand with my legs spread and my arms out as she massaged a rose-scented oil into my skin that made my entire body tingle. Next she put a shiny pink lipstick on my lips, and had me kiss each of her breasts to get rid of the excess. Finally, Mommy let me get out of position to put on my dress for Daddy's surprise. It was a bubblegum pink strapless dress that hugged my body tightly. Barely hiding my hard nipples, it went just past my ass, and would definitely not hide my pussy when I sat down. 

"You are so pretty," Mommy smiled at me as she showed me in the mirror. 

"Mommy? What's going to happen tonight?" I asked softly, knowing she wasn't allowed to tell.

"Something wonderful, I promise," she said as she helped me into four-inch heels matching the color of my dress. Picking up some cuffs Daddy had left on my dresser from another night, Mommy took my hand and led me to the living room where she had me sit down on my cushion - a large pillow I was allowed to straddle so that my pussy juices wouldn't make a mess on the furniture. I looked back at Mommy as she cuffed my wrists and connected them to each other behind my back.

"Daddy wants you to watch a movie while I prepare myself. Now, remember, be a good girl and hold back any cum." She turned on the TV and started the film, which began with a young woman like me in a pretty dress, kneeling before an older man. Mommy kissed the top of my head before leaving me to hump my pillow, watching the older man strip the young woman, taking her body bit by bit.

I was so engrossed in the movie I didn't realize Daddy was home until he turned the TV off, smiling down at me as he stood before me, handsome as always in his dark suit.

"Did slavegirl like the movie?" He teased as I stopped mid-hump on my pillow.

"Yes, Daddy," I blushed.

"Tell Daddy what your favorite part was," Daddy ordered as he undid my cuffs and helped me stand.

"I liked it when he tied her up and made her cum while he spanked her," I looked up at Daddy as he led me to the dining room, where Mommy, dressed in a dress similar to mine except it was white with straps, had prepared a feast. 

"Tonight is a special night, babygirl, and so you are permitted to eat at the table," Daddy explained as he pulled out a chair for me. I sat down, feeling my wet pussy exposed, and couldn't help but smile as Daddy pushed me in towards my plate. 

Of course, I was only allowed to speak when spoken to, and so spent my time at the table unable to ask what was so special about today. Instead Mommy reported that I was a good girl, and Daddy reported about some business deals, and how helpful his assistant was. Finally, Daddy finished his plate, and the meal was over. 

"Honey, go get the bag from the foyer."

Quickly, Mommy rose and left the room, and returned a moment later with a shopping bag, handing it to Daddy. Daddy took the bag and motioned Mommy to kneel. Mommy looked confused, but obeyed.

"Now, I know I told you tonight was your daughter's special night, but it is yours, too. While she has proved herself to be worthy of being my slavegirl, I can only thank you for her progress. You raised her to be a good obedient woman, and now that she is called on to serve, you keep her in line during the day when I am not here to train her myself," Daddy smiled down at Mommy, stroking her hair as she smiled back up at him. "And so I thought my beautiful, obedient, giving wife deserved a gift, too..." 

Daddy reached into his bag and brought out a large diamond necklace. He showed it to Mommy for a moment, making her gasp, before putting it on her. It hung down between her breasts as we all admired it. Daddy then allowed her to rise and show her appreciation in a passionate kiss. Daddy smiled as he pushed her down onto his lap.

"Your turn, slavegirl," he smiled at me now, and I got up and knelt before him, wondering what gift a slavegirl would receive.

"Slavegirl," Daddy stroked Mommy's thigh as he spoke,"you still have improvements to make to become a perfect submissive woman, like your mother, but you have shown such improvements since accepting your role in my house. Not only do I give this to you because of my pride in what a good girl you have been, but also as a promise that I will not abandon you or your mother through your journey as a slave."

I watched nervously as Daddy reached into his bag again to pull out a diamond choker. Mommy and I both gasped as Daddy showed us, and then fastened it around my neck.

"You are now my collared slavegirl, Babygirl,"Daddy said, his smile fading as he traced my new collar. "How do you feel?"

I struggled for the words to describe my emotions, "I am surprised, Daddy.. I am sure I don't deserve it, especially a collar this beautiful... But I will earn it, Daddy."

Daddy smiled at my stammered answer, and stood up, taking Mommy's hand and mine and leading us to the master bedroom.

Mommy sat on the bed as I obeyed Daddy's gesture and helped him remove his suit, laying it over a chair gently to show my respect for his possessions. 

"Slavegirl," Daddy growled at me as he approached Mommy, "put your hands on the side of the bed, and lean forward, sticking your ass out - feet spread." 

I followed Daddy's order as I watched him helping Mommy undress, lovingly licking and kissing her breasts, her belly, her bald pussy. Daddy laid down on the bed and guided Mommy over him. She straddled him over his cock, her pussy dripping down on it as he gently fingered his necklace as it hung between her breasts.

"Slavegirl, explain what a wife is," Daddy ordered, smiling at Mommy as he sat up, kissing her mouth passionately as he helped her fill her pussy with his cock.

"A wife," I began to recite, watching my mother riding my stepfather, her breasts and necklace bouncing, Daddy groaning,"is a good submissive woman who belongs to one man who does not share her. A wife takes care of her husband and his home, and will happily do anything to ease his daily strife. A wife is given orgasms as a gift for obeying her husband..."

I struggled to concentrate as I watched Daddy massaging Mommy's clit, both of them cumming together. Mommy did not have to beg for orgasms like a slavegirl. Daddy kissed Mommy again as he laid her down, slowly sliding out of her, telling her how beautiful she was. Daddy smiled as he turned to me and knelt on the bed in front of me, Mommy watching us.

"Clean your mother's cum off my cock."

I obediently began to lick Daddy's cock clean as he grabbed my hair. After a few licks from balls to tip, Daddy pushed my mouth onto his cock, making me suck it. I saw my bubblegum pink lips slide up and down his cock as he pushed me back and forth.

"Drool on it like a cockhungry whore - that's it slavegirl," Daddy moaned. Suddenly, he pushed me off his cock and got off the bed, moving behind my dripping pussy.

"Babygirl, tonight Mommy and I treated you nicely because you were getting collared. But just because you get a nice bath and dinner doesn't mean you'll get treated nice when Daddy wants to use you, does it, slavegirl?"

"No, Daddy," I breathed, feeling him lifting the bottom of my dress, running a finger through my slit.

"Now tell Mommy and Daddy what slavegirls are."

"Slavegirls are submissive women who don't have husbands... They belong to men who share them and trade them and sell them as they please. Slavegirls do whatever they're told, and if they disobey or do not completely please, they are punished.. Slavegirls have to beg for orgasms..."

"Good girl," Daddy moaned as he slide his cock up my pussy, thrusting it in all at once, making squeal.

Daddy chuckled a little as he put his hands on my hips, holding me still as he began to thrust in and out of my pussy. As he began to fuck me faster, I moaned, noticing Mommy smiling at Daddy as he fucked her daughter. Daddy's hands started to move, his right hand rubbing my clit now as the other slide up and pushed down the top of my dress, pulling and twisting my nipple.

I began to moan louder, breathing heavily. Behind me I could hear Daddy groaning, getting close, too.

"Daddy?" I moaned hesitantly, always fearing being told no.

"You wanna cum don't you slavegirl?"

"Please, please, Daddy?" I begged, tears in my eyes.

"Cum with me, babygirl," Daddy moaned, thrusting in and out of me so hard my body shook. As soon as I felt his cum shooting up my pussy, I surrendered to the mounting pleasure, screaming out as I came onto Daddy's cock.

Daddy slowly stopped inside of me, then slid out, shoving me down onto my knees facing him as my orgasm was subsiding. My mouth still open as I moaned, Daddy wiped my pussy juices onto my face, and then my tits.

"Get up and look in the mirror," Daddy ordered, a half-smile on his face as he watched me stand, a little uneasy in my heels, and walk to Mommy's full length mirror.

My hair was a mess, my lipstick smudged, with pussy juices on my face and my tits, plus some sliding down my thighs. My dress only covered my midsection now, my pussy and tits both fully on display.

"That's what a good slavegirl looks like," Daddy said as he watched me looking at myself. I turned and saw him lying in bed, holding Mommy as she drifted to sleep in his arms.

"Come here, Slavegirl."

I climbed onto the bed, and followed Daddy's directions to cleaning up Mommy. Apparently she had came again with us, but I had been too lost in my own orgasm to notice. Daddy watched me carefully as I licked her fingers clean, and then her thighs and pussy. 

"Good girl. Now take off your shoes and dress, and lie down on my other side."

I happily obeyed, kicking off my shoes and sliding out of my dress to climb in next to Daddy, wearing only my beautiful new collar, pussy juice and smudged lipstick. He smiled at me and gave me a long good night kiss on my mouth, smudging my lipstick more.

"Turn off the light and get some sleep now, Slavegirl," Daddy whispered in my ear, not wanting to disturb his resting wife. "You'll need your rest for tomorrow."



The Wedding Gift: Self Seduction



Steven and Jennifer had just returned from their honeymoon. They were a cute couple - high school sweethearts - who were innocent to so many ways of the world. It took them six months of dating until they even kissed. Their honeymoon was the first time they both had sex. So innocent in so many ways. But this story isn't about them as a couple; it's about Steven.

Having arrived back from their honeymoon, Jennifer had gone back to work. Steven, however, took a few extra days off in order to get everything in the house settled. Build things, move stuff around, set up their wedding gifts. The gift they both adored the most, however, was a full size mirror set in hand-carved wood. Nothing to ornate, just bulges and indentions... classy yet somehow so appealing.

Jennifer's father had carved it for them... it was a gift to be a family heirloom. And so, Jennifer had asked Steven to place the mirror in their bedroom.

Steven set up the large mirror in the bedroom as he was told; it was much heavier than he imagined. Steven was a pretty fit guy, a former high school athlete. He had put on a few pounds since school, but still attractive. Breathing heavily a bit from the move, he sat on the corner of the bed and looked at himself in the mirror.

'I have put on a few pounds, haven't I?' he muttered to himself.

Looking at his stomach hanging from under his shirt, he suddenly felt compulsed to take off his top. Surely he hadn't put on all that much weight? He took off the shirt and walked to the mirror, looking at his still firm chest. Sure, there was no six pack... but he was quite attractive none-the-less.

'Yeah, I am quite the attractive man... hell, if I was gay...' he stopped in mid-thought. If I was gay? He had never once thought about being gay or another man. He'd always loved the touch of Jennifer, the smooth caress of a woman's skin. But still... if he was gay...

Steven smiled at himself in the mirror. I guess it's not bad to be attracted to yourself. It doesn't mean you're gay. A man can be attractive, right? He moved closer to the mirror.

Steven looked at his reflection, muscle-bound pecs and slightly chubby stomach. 'I need to work on my stomach... don't want it to get so big I can't even see my cock!'

Steven was taken aback. He didn't use the word 'cock' - ever. Jennifer didn't like that word. And why on earth would he be worried about his cock?

And at that thought, the thought of his cock, his reflection smiled.

'I know have a nice cock... average... maybe a touch bigger than average...' Steven stopped himself. Because then and there, at the thought of his own cock, he was getting hard. But why?

He wanted to look away, slightly ashamed at his arousal. It wasn't that he was just aroused at the thought of the word cock... but he was finding himself to be more and more attractive. Not in the "I need to comb my hair and be sure I look good today" kind of way but, instead, he felt a need to touch his reflection, to touch himself.

He reached out with his hand, placing it on the glass where his pecs were. The smooth glass felt warm, inviting... Steven looked his reflection up and down, enjoying the view. Pulling his hand from the glass, he touched his own real pec.

His chest was firm, strong. Quite different than Jennifer's. He pushed on his pec and flexed in his hand. The strength and power of his pec continued to arouse him more. He watched as his hand squeezed, full of new sensations. His hand, unaccustomed to the firmness of a man's pec and his chest unaccustomed to being fondled at all. He began to pull on his own nipple, making it hard.

'I have to stop,' he thought. 'I'm enjoying this too much.'

But then something even more powerful happened. His reflection gave a seductive smiled and he watched in the mirror as his reflection began to unbutton its pants. Steven drew closer to the mirror in anticipation and found himself unbuttoning his own pants.

He was confused. He could have sworn the reflection had done it first but now, here, without thought, he dropped his pants and watched as his reflection did the same. The bulge in his boxer shorts was too much to bear.

Both he and his reflection, in unison (or did the reflection do it first, he wondered), pulled down their boxer shorts to allow his cock release.

For a minute he stood, entranced by the image of his own cock.

It seemed larger somehow. Seductive. A mass of power that needed to be touched. He looked down at himself and realized that yes, somehow the cock in his reflection was larger. Somehow the reflection was more attractive, more buff. His reflection was better than himself.

He wanted to be the reflection, Steven wanted to serve the reflection.

"You are magnificent," Steven said aloud.

And at that, Steven's world was about to change. He watched as the reflection took on a life of its own. And began to slowly stroke it's own dick. Steven watched in amazement at the slow, stroking motion. The dick seemed more powerful, hypnotizing almost.

All understanding broke for Steven and all hesitation went away as he heard his own voice, the voice of the reflection, speak:

"If you like it so much, suck it."

Steven has lost all self-control, all worries, and knelt down before the mirror image of himself. The reflection did not move down with him... it simply stood there, stroking its own dick, inviting Steven to suck it.

"Suck my cock, Steven. Suck it good."

As Steven moved forward, closer to the mirror, he no longer felt glass in front of him. Instead, the cock he so desperately wanted to suck, his own cock, came out through the mirror to reach him. To his shock and suprise, Steven's lips were wrapped around this cock, kissing its head.

The heat was a suprise to his mouth. The size was another... this cock was much bigger than his own. And then he pulled more of it into his mouth, the head filling up his mouth, resting on his tongue.

He flicked his tongue around it, enjoying the new sensation. He had loved getting head but had never imagined how it would feel to suck another cock. The submissive nature of it... yet the power to please.

He felt hands on the back of his head, pushing him further down the shaft of his new cock-toy. He began pumping his face back and forth on the cock, using his mouth as some sort of pussy.

"I'm fucking your mouth, Steven."

Steven heard his reflection say. There was no denying it... he was sucking dick and loving it. He began to stroke his own dick... a cock in his mouth and a dick in his hand. All he could think of was cum and how he wanted to taste it.

"You're going to love my cum, Steven. It's going to make you a cum-slut. You won't be able to get enough. Do you want me to cum in your mouth, Steven?" the reflection asked.

Steven looked up to see himself smiling down at him. The reflection gave a stern look and pulled him by the hair off of his cock."

"I asked you a question, bitch. Do you want to be a cum-slut?" the reflection asked again.

"Yes," said Steven. "I need your cum."

And with that, Steven returned to sucking the large cock in front of him, pulsating with delight. He could feel the blood pumping in the cock, this massive member that was filling his mouth. He could feel it twitch, he could tell it was about to explode, just as he was.

The cum gushed out like a river, filling his mouth. He smelt the sex, he tasted it. The cock continued to pound his face, he had no choice but to swallow. And swallow. And swallow.

The smooth cum continued to fill his mouth as he himself came, driven over the edge by such a blatantly powerful display of sex. He felt defeated, submissive... he wanted every drop of cum.

The cock left his mouth as he sat down, knees aching from the rocking back and forth of giving head. He licked his finger, filled with cum from his own masturbation. He looked at the mirror, hoping for some form of approval from his reflection to tell him how good he was at sucking cock.

But the reflection was just him, sitting on the floor, licking his fingers. The reflection was his own... no longer in control... no longer different. Everything was normal.

Everything was normal except for one thing: Steven wanted more cum. He wanted cock. And he was going to have to find a way to get it.