0 comments/ 65516 views/ 4 favorites Master John By: DuPain ********** This is a simple story of a first time threesome among friends. (MMF-Spanking-Language). ********** Linda sat across from John, her snug dress high on her well-toned legs, giving away a view of her panty clad pussy for everyone near. Her breasts were straining at the thin material of her garment, her hard nipples being easily seen. She was well on her way to being drunk, and getting loose. She rose unsteady as she got up to fetch us all another beer. "It had been a Saturday get together, just the three of them going out to lunch. Enjoying a good meal and a few drinks, then a few more, after dinner. They were all glowing by the time they arrived back at Bill's house. Where they were in the process of having even more libations and conversation." She had flashed John, and everyone else, a couple of times at the restaurant, making sure he had a view of her long shapely legs. She had sat very close to him during dinner allowing her fingers to occasionally skirt the length of his upper leg. She had made sure her leg was firmly pressed into the side of his thigh that evening. Affording him every opportunity to view her deep full cleavage as they spoke, while being at the same time, as witty and charming as she knew how. She had even dropped her napkin in his lap once, then quickly retrieved it allowing her fingers to linger lightly on the solid flesh of his cock. She had feigned embarrassment afterward and apologized discreetly, moving her lips close to his ear which allowed her firm breast to massage his arm. "Its quite alright Madam," he had told her, while his fingers moved against the exposed skin of her inner thigh, high up, near her groin. That had encouraged her tremendously; she had been slightly frustrated by the rate of her progress before, wondering, if he even found her attractive at all. She had sat beside him on the ride home, with her hem slid high around her upper thigh and her legs slightly parted. Her head rested at his shoulder as her hand slowly toyed near his crotch. She had brought her lips near his ear once and flicked his lobe with the very tip of her tongue. She had felt his body shiver next to her as he had buried his hand between her legs testing the wetness and warmth of her creative mound. ----------- When she returned from the kitchen, she opened the bottle for John and clumsily dropped the twist off cap. Turning with her back to him she bent way over to retrieve it, her short dress riding high up her ass as she did so. Everything was showing, her panties drew up around her cunt showing the outline of her full succulent lips, and the luscious curves of upper thighs. There was a very pronounced wet spot on the lower region of her flimsy garment. John's cock rose immediately, and he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off Linda after that. I knew from past conversations with him that he was interested in Linda sexually, but he never acted out of the way with her. Linda and I had mulled over the idea of swapping, or a threesome before, but had never moved on it. We had progressed to public exposure recently though, and I must admit watching my wife flirt with and expose herself to other men, had made for some great sex for us afterward. So I wasn't too upset, that my lovely wife was showing her wares to John. Linda returned to her seat her long legs gaping shamefully wide, knowing full well John had a clear view straight up to her crotch, and she just sat there smiling sweetly across at him. Crossing and uncrossing her legs periodically and flash teasing him. I adored her when she was promiscuous like this; she was born to be a hard-core tease. Suddenly Linda stood and slowly bent over in front of her guest. Placing her finger tips into the elastic of her lace panties she slowly, and very seductively, slid the scanty material down her long tapered legs. The alcohol had banished all her inhibitions and all normal social restraints were non-functional right now. After straightening up, she walked lazily across the room, her thin clinging dress hem swaying seductively as she moved. She then stood in front of John, twirling the wisp of a garment on the end of her fingertip. She leaned down and stroked the cheek of his face momentarily as her husband looked on. "John, I want you to show my husband how a real man feels up a lady, would you be a dear and proceed, please!" He looked up at her then over to Bill, then back to Lynn again. "Are you serious," he asked her? "Yes John, I've never been more serious, please be a Knight for your Lady in distress and rescue me from this tedious boredom, by running your big, strong, manly hands all over me!" John Sullivan needed no further encouragement as he raised his now unsteady hand beneath her thin dress and began caressing her shapely inner thigh. She sighed at his contact her lips forming a sensual half smile, her seductive eyes encouraging his outrageous behavior. Her body shivered as she spoke, "John your hands are wonderful, and warm, they feel so gentle against me," she spoke to him in a low soft voice, her eyes holding his as she did so. She quickly removed her dress, and lace bra, and then stood naked before him. "Linda your one hot looking woman dear!" he told her, as he viewed her in high heels and mid thigh stockings only. "Thank you for the compliment John, you're so adorable to notice," she told him softly. He ran his hands along the top of her well toned thighs and then all the way up to her breast. Then he slowly brought them down again to her vulva. Using them like claws his nails softly biting into the tender resilient flesh of her midsection as he went. Her head went back and her eyes closed as she spoke with a sense of awe and appreciation in her voice, "Oh God, Yes baby, that's the way to love a woman's body!" There was a trail of tingling warmth everywhere that John's hands cast their spell on her body. Her legs were shaking and her mind reeled at the power of the raw pleasure exploding against it. Bill's cock was leaping in his shorts at the sight of his wife's reaction with John's hands on her. His touch stirring the storm of her passion and fueling the heated inferno of her lust. She looked magnificent standing there, her breast and body supremely framed by the rich tinted light flooding in through the balcony doors. John lightly raked his nails over her high clean mons and forced a moan out of her lovely mouth. Then lightly ran a single deft finger down the folds of her heated crevice, as she stood there shivering and moaning beneath his soft touch. His other hand was feeling its way up the back of her leg, headed for that superbly fashioned derriere. Kneading her soft flesh expertly when it arrived, dragging one nail over her anus and forcing her body to lunge toward him. "My God John, I'm so hot right now. You have my cunt weeping," she told him in a husky, deep voice! He moved his hands to her breast and began alternately raking his nails over her nipples and then running his fingers over the smooth skin of her soft globes. Then lightly running his fingers up her neck and around to the base of her skull and back. Returning with his fingers firmly locked on her nipples he suddenly squeezed very hard making her cry out in pain. He held her that way until she began to beg him to release her, with her eyes now watering with tears. He forced her to her knees in front of him. "Please stop John your killing me," she pleaded! "Lynn, you're a fabulous looking woman, but you demand a little to well, I think its time you learned to beg earnestly for what you want my dear." His voice was stern and completely uncompromising. "No John please, I don't like pain you bastard," she hissed! "You were demeaning to your husband and Master, in front of me, I cannot allow this infraction to go on uncorrected," his voice assuming a menacing tone now! He placed her over his lap and began to lightly slap her firm shapely ass and upper thighs. Stopping now and then to gently probe her wet crevice with his fingers, nudging the sensitive little bundle of nerves hidden away there. His strong hands made their way to her nipples again where he twisted one of them painfully, making her fill the room with the heated color of her foul profanities. "You fucking pig that hurt," she spat, her voice black with the poison of her hatred! He continued spanking Lynn with renewed vigor now, it seemed to her that the more she cried out in pain begging him for mercy, the more energized he became in his correction of her. If it hadn't been for those brief stops at the oasis, when he so tenderly administered a little pleasurable attention to her mons and ass, she would have done in by now. As it was, she was a mess with tears rolling down her face. Her ass glowing red as a beet, and her makeup smeared to high heaven and back again. "Get up on all four slut, with your ass aiming back toward me," his voice demanding, stern, and malicious in its tone! She complied with his request immediately, exposing her beautifully bald cunt in front of him. Bill came over with a cloth to use as a gage, and left his belt beside John before returning to his seat to view the rest of the show. John quickly, and roughly, inserted two fingers into her opening and began rapidly fucking them in and out of her passage. She was wet and tight, and at twenty-seven with no children she would make a fine slut he thought, a sexual workhorse. His fingers cast their wicked spell against the tender regions of her inner body, as multiple spasms of pleasure exploded against the soft walls of her now heated cunt. He worked her body like some mid-evil magician, subjugating her will with the power of her own lust. All she wanted to do at this moment, was come, weeping all over the hand that now pleasured her swollen organ. "Oh God my Lord, fuck me now ... please," she begged him! It wasn't long before she was bucking back against his hand and panting fiercely. Her cunt was now weeping down her legs, and John's hand was covered with her frothy, fragrant nectar. "Bill, would you step over here and free your cock up please, I want you to use her mouth shortly, if you would be so kind," he asked him? When John felt the first gentle ripples of her culmination he pulled his fingers from her steeping cunt. "Oh God no John ... put it back in please," she begged him. "I am Sir, or Master to you whore, don't call me by my given again!" "I beg your forgiveness my Lord, its just that your hands have made me mad with lust, please fuck me now Master," she pleaded with him again! She moved her hand under her body heading for her clit, but John caught the movement. Then he forced both wrists behind her back roughly, slapping her ass with a barrage of painful blows after securing them. Slap ... slap ... slap John's cock leapt at the sight of Linda's firm, shapely ass cheek, vibrating from the energy of his repeated blows. He continued until both cheeks were a high crimson and his slut had hot tears rolling down the cheeks of her face. He loved the sight of her breasts swinging savagely beneath her, from the force of his spanking. "You are not allowed to touch your master's pussy until I give you permission," he bellowed! "It isn't yours anymore, it belongs to your master and you may not use it without his permission. Do understand me slut," he shouted at her! With that he jerked her to a full kneeling position and ask, "What is that in front of you slut?" My husbands cock," she whimpered. In spite of her stinging cheeks behind her, Linda was thrilled inside with an excitement she had not felt in some time. She was wet and couldn't wait for whatever John had in mind next. "That's your master's cock bitch, and don't forget it!" "Y-Yes S-Sir, I'll remember," she replied softly. He moved his fingers to her clit and began working her hungry flesh again just to keep her heat peaked and her focus sharp. "Linda couldn't understand her own lust at this humiliation. She would go off in a few strokes right now if they would let her, she hadn't been this hot forever. His hands were like magic on her, she ached in her cunt and she was flowing a river of lubricant." "Would you like to suck your master's cock, and swallow his cum," he asked her as she cowered before him shivering? "Yes, oh God please let me have it" she replied! The foul dirty things he said only fueled her heat, driving her on to higher levels of debauchery. "I don't believe you, you're lying!" Whack-whack-whack. He slapped her ass until she cried out again twisting in agony before him. Then slowly he began to manipulate her sex again, softly caressing her clit and mound, until she was moaning with pleasure in front of him. She did want it, she wanted one in every opening in her body, and she was just that hot. She didn't know why the Master didn't believe her. She must try harder to convince him, she thought. "Please Master! Allow me to service you by sucking your beautiful cock. Please master, I need it so badly, I'll die if I don't swallow your cum!" "That's better slut, you may now sample the offering of your Lords body," he said! The deep tone of his voice, as it passed over her body was like an intense caress. And that feeling settled deeply in the tender recesses of her cunt, driving her lust to the boiling point. John, motioned Bill forward, and she latched onto his fat cock like a starving man wolfing down a hot dog. She delivered up the most wonderful assortment of sounds he had ever heard a human being make before, as she sucked him. True to her word she had Bill milked and coming in no time at all. He must have squirted for three solid minutes, but Linda never missed a beat or spilled a drop of his sperm, swallowing the entire massive load. Bill came screaming his head off and afterward collapsed into the love seat behind him. "Now lay down in front of me, you are going to masturbate while we watch you. I won't fuck you until after you orgasm. Once you've flamed I'll use you as I please, in any opening that I please, do you understand me slut," he asked her harshly! "Yes Sir I do," she told him as she laid herself flat out on the floor. "John couldn't help but gaze down at her laying there, the sight of her high prominent mound was beautiful. She was wet everywhere down below and her swollen cunt lips pulsed with her heartbeat, the very sight of her made his cock lurch, she was lust incarnate in a delightful looking form." Her delicate hands danced over her mons, expertly romancing her soft heated sex, wooing her hard clit to a higher elevation of sensitivity. Her eyes were closed but the fact was not lost to her; that two men with throbbing cocks were watching her every move. And she burned inwardly with lust at the very notion of two beautiful, twitching male cocks, impatiently waiting to use her and fuck her savagely. "Fuck it slave, fuck your Masters cunt faster, we are impatient," he spoke to her encouragement! "God she thought, he's so fucking forceful, I wonder what he'll be like when he fucks me," excitement filling her as she considered that small element of uncertainty and danger in this present situation. As soon as John saw her start to tremble he moved down and over her, grabbing both wrist and forcing them to her sides where he held them stationary. "No, No please, my God Master let me go, you fucking bastard I hate you," she screamed out! As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted saying them, fearing that he may postpone her climax all together. "You love me bitch and after tonight you will forever, would you like to have me fuck you now Linda," he asked her softly! After asking, he then quickly covered one hard nipple with his hot mouth, making her moan and squirm beneath him. "Yes you fucking bastard ... I do love you, and God help me, what you do to me," she answered boldly, arching her breast high against his mouth as she spoke! Placing his lips close to her ear he ask, "Would you have me tongue your sweet cunt right now Linda and drive you screaming to orgasm, if so speak up, before I change my mind," he told her sternly! "Oh Master I'm sorry about what I said, would you please ravish your humble maidservant," she begged him! She threw her arms around his neck and drew him down to kiss him. A sweet urgent, wet kiss, sucking his tongue into her mouth with marked impatience. She stirred something profoundly deep in him, with the softness of her request. It had been a long time since a woman had heated him up this way. He could easily lose control with her he knew, and that for John ... was his element of danger. Caring too much for another human being can get one hurt deeply, and he knew it would be easy to care about Linda. When his hand softly touched her wet sex she gasped out sharply, rolling her lower body upward against his hand. Her tongue probing his mouth, whimpering as he fondled her pulsing folds. There was nothing in the world left to her now but his hands, and tongue. Stirring the raging sea of fire washing over her, that they had created together. When he returned to his seat and pulled her up in front of him she clung to him like some needy, helpless child, dependant on him for its security. If he had breathed on any sensitive area of her body at that moment, she would have exploded in orgasm. He whispered in her ear and she immediately dove down on his massive, lurching cock. Engulfing most of it on her first downward plunge. She was an expert, taking it all the way in and working him like a classy Vegas Hooker. The lines between slave and Master were blurring very rapidly now. He couldn't let her continue, or he would have flamed under her intense assault. He ordered her to stop, and it was immediately evident that she was disappointed from the scathing glance he received. "Don't you like the way I do it my Lord," she ask him, disappointment clearly evident in her eyes and voice? "I love what you do to my body Linda," he answered, careful not to meet her piercing glance as he spoke! "I want you to stand straddling my legs on the couch with your hands resting on the top of my shoulders," he told her! She found her position, and his hands found her lovely ass. His tongue slithered forward running itself all around her smooth mons as he enjoyed the scent and taste of her heat. When he lashed her sensitive little nub, bathing it with the glowing warmth of his tongue she nearly fainted. He drank her tangy spice greedily, as the walls of her sex gently clutched on his hot probing tongue. "Oh God lover finish me off, slay me with your wicked sword," she sobbed above him! He lowered her to his waiting cock inserting its head between her soaked vaginal lips, and left her in control from there. She shoved her breasts into his face; her arms wrapped around his head, as her pussy began to stroke his cock for dear life! He was so big inside of her, and he was now stimulating regions of her passage no one had ever touched before, God, he was wonderful she thought. "Can you see it William? Can you see his huge cock penetrating me? My God Bill! It feels marvelous," she called out to her husband. "Bill's cock was once again hard as rock, watching his wife feverishly fucking another man was making him hot all over again." John's fingertips lightly stroked her buttocks as he waited for the proper moment. When she began to excrete significantly more fluid around him and shake, he plunged his finger in her ass and wiggled it playfully. She threw back her head and screamed gushing out on his thighs. Her pussy pulsating around his hardness making him tingle all along its entire length. She rode him down hard, like a good Midwest cowgirl, milking his sperm to the very last drop. Master John & Lydia John Hollingsbrook patted his panting horse as he pulled on the reins to stop the animal. High on a hilltop, he gazed down at the cotton fields below. The Hollingsbrook plantation stretched for twenty acres in either direction from where John Hollingsbrook, its current owner, sat on his horse. John, still a young man at thirty-five had inherited the plantation from his father who in turn had inherited it from his father. The plantation had been in his family for generations. John loved the rich North Carolina soil that bore his fortune season after season. There seemed to be an endless need for the cotton which would be spun into yarn and then knit or woven into fabrics. John was proud of his homestead and the lifestyle it afforded him. His brow furrowed when he thought of the talk going around his men's club. Recently there were lively debates about the imminent end of slavery and President Lincoln's desire to free the slaves. There was even talk of a war between the states to decide the matter. John worried about what would happen to the land if slavery were abolished. Unlike many of his plantation owning peers, John did have doubts about the morality of owning other human beings. He was known in the area for running one of the fairest plantations. Many of his peers were cruel to their slaves. Stories abounded about plantation owners who beat their slaves, overworked and starved them, and even took advantage of the female slaves. In contrast John was a very fair owner and he ran a tight ship. He would not allow any of the overseers on his plantation to be abusive in any way. John's only peccadillo was that he slept with the young slave girls as they were blossoming into women. John had a penchant for young girls on the verge of womanhood. He had deflowered several of the slave women who now tended his land. It was only for one night; he never approached any of them again. It was an unspoken understanding among the slaves that he would initiate the young women into sex. John was selective and it was a special recognition for the girls whom were chosen. John Hollingsbrook was happily married to the former Estelle Wentworth Adams. John loved his wife dearly, but Estelle had lost all interest in carnal pleasures after bearing her husband ten children of which six had survived infancy. She and her husband no longer shared a marital bed. In fact her husband's quarters were at the opposite end of their huge mansion. Estelle focused her energies on raising their children and teaching them the virtues of Christianity. Out of the corner of his eye, John saw her dart out of the side of the house where the kitchen was located. He turned the horse so he could watch her. He remembered when Lydia first came to the Hollingsbrook plantation. Timothy Sidwell, her former owner, had sold her to John's father when Lydia was a baby. Being of a creamy caramel complexion, there was talk that Lydia was the product of Sidwell and Lydia's mother and that she was sold to keep Mrs. Sidwell from learning about the liaison. John remembered how Betty, one of the older matronly slaves looked after Lydia and raised her as if she were her own daughter. Lydia was eighteen now and she had matured into a beautiful young woman. She had long thick wavy black her and dark brown eyes. Her breasts were full and they contrasted with her small waist. John could tell by the way she ran to the well that her legs were strong and muscular. Lydia had never worked in the fields. She worked in the kitchen in the main house with the other cooks. He could hear her laughing and talking with her friends as she carried the heavy water jug back into the kitchen to finish preparing the evening meal. John felt a stirring that he had not felt in a long time. He signaled his horse to head home to the stables. Eager to rest for the day, the horse galloped down the hill and into the nearby barn. John dismounted and handed the reins to the stable boy. He walked the short distance to the main house and went into his study. His hand shook slightly as he poured himself a drink. Peter, his elderly manservant, knocked on the heavy study door. "Will you be needing anything Master John? " asked Peter as he slowly stepped into the room. Peter had tended John's father too. "Draw a bath for me before dinner and have Lydia brought to me tonight," stated John Hollingsbrook in the calmest voice he could manage. Peter gave him a knowing look. "Of course sir, as you wish," said Peter as he backed out of the room shaking his head. After dinner, John sat in his bedroom suite and watched the shadows from the fire dance on the walls of his room. It was furnished simply with two overstuffed armchairs facing each other. The mahogany four poster bed was a few feet away. The floor was made of wide, dark oak planks. The spicy smell of his pipe wafted in the air. Earlier he had dined with his family but he had little appetite. He picked at his food and he was happy when Estelle announced that she was retiring early. After dinner, John had gone up to his room and had a few drinks to relax. He was excited by the thought of the time that he would soon spend with Lydia, but he was apprehensive too. He didn't want to scare Lydia and he didn't want to hurt her. John assumed that she must have heard stories from the other girls that he had been with. He hoped that Betty had told her what to expect. His thoughts were broken by a knock on the door and the sound of footsteps scuttling away. "Of course someone would have brought her to my door since she has never been in this part of the house before," thought John to himself. "Come in," he said. Slowly Lydia turned the door handle and entered the room. There was a knot in her stomach and she was afraid she might faint. The smell of lavender made her queasy. That afternoon, after Peter had told Betty that she was to be Master John's that evening, the old women had scrubbed her until her skin felt raw. Then they made her rub lavender oil all over her body to smooth her skin. Betty had washed her hair and explained that she was going to become a woman this evening with Master Hollingsbrook. Betty told her that she should try to relax and recite bible passages in her head while Master Hollingsbrook had his way with her. Lydia thought her knees might buckle under her as she stood before her owner. Her eyes struggled to adjust in the darkness. She saw him sitting in an armchair by the fire which cast the only light in the room. Of course she had known who Master Hollingsbrook was since she was a little girl. He seemed kind and everyone on the plantation seemed to think that as slave owners go, he was one of he fairest. He was a big man. She could see his thigh muscles straining against his pants. She kept her eyes downcast and avoided his face. "Come here Lydia and let me look at you," said John as he watched her slowly come towards him. She had obviously been prepared for the occasion. Her long hair hung freely about her pretty face. She was wearing a white cotton nightgown and he could see her full breasts outlined against the thin fabric. Her breasts were large, but being young they stood out from her body. John looked down and saw that she was not wearing any undergarments since he could see her triangle patch of hair through her gown. She seemed to be trembling. He motioned her over to him and he handed her a cup with a dark brown liquid. "Drink this down and you will feel better," ordered John handing her the cup. Lydia looked puzzled but she did as she was told. She sipped the liquid which burned her throat going down. She still avoided his gaze. "Lydia, do you know why you are here tonight," asked John in a low voice. "Yes, Master Hollingsbrook," replied Lydia in barely more than a whisper. "Lydia, tonight you may just call me John. I will do my best not to hurt you. That was rum you drank. I thought it might relax you. Do you want some more?" asked John. Lydia nodded and reached for the cup that John offered. As she did, John took her wrist and pulled her so that she was standing right in front of his chair. She drank the rum which seemed to burn less this time. She focused on the cracks in floor by her feet. "Look at me Lydia when I talk to you," said John in a soft voice. Lydia forced herself to look up. For a white man, John Hollingsbrook was attractive. His eyes were a deep blue and his hair was thick and brown. His body was muscular and tanned. His hands were large with long thick fingers. "Lydia, did any boy ever touch you here," asked John as he gently touched her mound through her gown. Lydia gasped and shook her head violently. "Answer me girl, and tell me the truth," said John. The rum had relaxed him as well and he was getting aroused by the young girl standing before him. "No, Master Hollingsbrook, I mean John, sir. No one ever touched me there," stammered Lydia. "You touch yourself Lydia? Do you touch yourself down there to make you feel good? You must have feelings now that you are almost a woman. It's okay. You can tell me and I won't tell a soul," asked John in a quiet voice. He watched her now flushed face as she struggled to answer. He couldn't tell if the fire, the rum or his intimate touch had brought the color to her cheeks. Lydia thought about the times she had lain in bed in night and touched her body and the wonderful sensations that had been generated between her legs. She wanted to lie and say of course not, but she thought somehow he would know if she didn't tell the truth. "Yes sir, I have touched myself down there," whispered Lydia. John sat back in the arm chair. His face was flushed and he was breathing deeply. "Show me what you do Lydia to pleasure yourself," commanded John. Lydia shifted her weight and placed her fingers on her cunt and began to stroke herself gently. In spite of her embarrassment at doing this with an audience, the stroking aroused her. She rubbed her clit and she could feel the dampness from her cunt through her gown. Lydia forced herself to look at him and she could see that John was getting aroused. She stopped and dropped her hand to her side. "Is that all you do Lydia? Show me everything" demanded John in a husky voice. He took another swallow of rum. Lydia looked around the room and spied a thin candle in a candelabra on the mantle. She walked over, took the candle out of its holder and walked back over to the arm chair that was facing John's. Feeling warm from the rum, she pulled up her gown and placed one leg over each padded arm of the chair. Her cunt was fully exposed to John. Gently she guided the candle into her. She was still wet from stroking herself so the candle slid in easily. She stroked slowly at first and then with more speed. She moaned as her excitement built. Fascinated by her actions, John stood up and knelt in front of Lydia. She could see the bulge in his pants and she knew that he was going to want to take her soon. Lydia closed her eyes and concentrated on pleasuring herself with the candle. "You are a naughty girl Lydia," laughed John as he took hold of the candle. He pushed it in deeper than Lydia ever had and she cried out. He had not meant to hurt her and he realized the candle met resistance because her virgin membrane was still intact. To her absolute amazement, John pulled the candle out of her cunt and licked the end of it that was covered in her juices. "You taste sweet Lydia," as he watched her. John reached up and tore open the front of her gown. Her big breasts were exposed and instinctively she covered them with her arms. He took her wrists and pulled her arms back. Lurching forward he grabbed one of her breasts and sucked and bit it gently while he pulled on her other nipple with his other hand. Her nipples became hard and she moaned from the intense sensations. She was aware of his silky hair against her bare skin. She could smell her musk in the room intertwined with the smell of pipe tobacco. John moved his hand down to her cunt and stroked her outside lips until he felt her get wet again. Without warning, he thrust two of his fingers into her. He felt how tight she was. Her muscles clamped down on his fingers like a vise. Unaccustomed to the girth of his fingers, Lydia cried out and thrashed on the chair. John gripped her thigh to steady her. "Lydia, it is okay. I don't want to hurt you," murmured John in an attempt to comfort her. He kept his fingers still while she adjusted to the feel of him inside her. He watched her face for a sign that the discomfort had subsided. Gently he moved his fingers in and out of her. With each thrust in, she gasped but soon she started moaning. She raised her hips slightly to meet his thrusting fingers. His hair tickled her belly as he continued to lick and suck her breasts. Lydia rested her head against the chair and was overcome by the sensations taking over. In a sudden movement, John pulled his fingers out of her dripping cunt and put his lips to her. Lydia was shocked by the act. She tried to move but John had spread her legs wide to reach her. His tongue lapped at her like a thirsty dog flicking around her tender folds on the inside and sucking on her. All she could do was lay back and moan. John's tongue felt so good. Lydia put her legs on his shoulders as if to draw him into her. John felt her body about to explode and he licked and sucked her with more fervor. Clutching the arms of the chair, she bucked and without warning released a flood of juice. She began to cry thinking she would be punished for what she had done. "I am so sorry sir.. I mean John. I don't know what happened. I will clean it," sobbed Lydia. "That's never happened to you before, never when you used the candle?" asked John tenderly. She could see her juice glistening on his face. "No sir," said Lydia shyly. "Well it is perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of and cleaning is the last thing you will do tonight," said John as he stroked her cheek. He stood up and took her hands and placed them on the bulge in his pants. Instinctively she touched him and rubbed her hand against his throbbing member. John removed his pants and stood before her. "Lydia, you ever see a man naked before," asked John as he stroked himself. "No," she replied keeping her eyes averted. Standing before her, he lightly rubbed his cock against her lips. "Lydia, touch it and kiss it," implored John. Lydia reached up and took what was offered to her. She lightly kissed the tip of it and she licked it gently. Her attentions made John get even harder and she was pleased that he seemed to enjoy her licking and sucking. She ran her tongue up and down the length of him. He reached for her hair and pulled her head to him. "Lydia, you are a good girl. Suck it like I have seen you suck the sweetness out of sugar cane," as he thrust his cock down her slender throat. She took him in and became aroused herself by his grunting. She gently squeezed his balls as they slapped against her face. Frenzied and sweaty, John suddenly pulled out of Lydia mouth. He reached down and lifted her off the chair. Surprised by his sudden actions, she wondered if she had done something wrong. He carried her over to the bed and laid her on her back. The softness of the big feather bed felt wonderful to her. John spread her legs still sticky with her juices and climbed between them. Roughly he thrust three fingers in her and moved them in and out quickly. Lydia cried out again but she cried this time from the pleasure. Feeling her wetness, John tried to reach her membrane to tear it so he would be able enter her more easily with his cock. It was just beyond his reach. Withdrawing his hand, he placed the head of his bulbous cock against her cunt. Lydia's eyes were wide with fear because she knew what was coming. He thrust into her as hard as he could, pushing deep inside. He felt himself stretching her and finally tearing away her maidenhead. She screamed as he entered her and tried to push him off of her. Realizing that was futile, she clasped her arms tightly around him and muffled her sobs in his neck. John laid still waiting for her body to adjust to this new invasion. When she seemed to calm down, he began thrusting. He could feel her warm fleshy skin give way to him. Lydia began to moan and rock her body with him. John thrust hard and pulled himself out of her before he came. Lydia looked at him quizzically since he was still hard. "We don't want to make any babies Lydia. You will do that later when you are married," smiled John Lydia reached up and gingerly started to lick his cock again. He moaned with pleasure. "Lydia, you better stop. I am close to cumming," moaned John as he stroked her hair. Instead of listening to him, she sucked on his cock harder. Teasing it with her tongue and then taking it deep in her throat, she continued until he did explode in her mouth. She realized it was the one time she would ever be able to disobey her Master's command and not get it trouble. John fell back on the bed and pulled Lydia close to him. He had never spent more than one night with any of the girls before. Lydia would have to be an exception. He knew he would need to see her again. Master John When they were finished, she kissed him softly. And leaning into him whispered in his ear, "thank you Sir!" Then she kneeled between his legs and took his shrinking member into her mouth and softly sucked him completely clean. When she finished, she raised her lips to his and they necked. Their hands feasting on each other's bodies, as they whispered words of endearment to each other, in the fading glow of their mutual release. She crawled over to Bill's seat and with her eyes looking at the floor she said, "I'm sorry about my previous behavior Master, please forgive your repentant maid," her voice very soft as she spoke. "You are forgiven dear," he told her. "May I kiss you now Master," she ask softly? He drew her near and found her lips to be soft and yielding to his demand, her arms clinging around his neck as his lips moved against hers. "I'm giving you to John for the night slave, I'll sleep in the guest room. Don't be inhospitable to our house guest dear, by every means make him feel welcome, and properly bathe him before putting him to bed dear," he told her only half joking. "Thank you Master," she said quietly, very pleased with his decision. She smiled up at him and spontaneously jumped into his lap, taking hold of his hard cock she inserted him into her wet cunt and lowered herself over him. Linda began to moan loudly as she gyrated around the pulsing cock of her husband. Her hands roamed freely over his skin as she fucked him, clothing his body with the robe of her own burning lust. He didn't last long; she fucked him like a succubus straight out of the center of hell. He came so hard he nearly bucked her off his lap. She kissed him furiously when they had finished and brought him down from the glow of his release slowly. "Thank you Bill, I love you," she told him! "And you have always been my guiding flame my love," he whispered to her! He was pleased he had made her happy; it was nice to see her excited about her evening ahead. Later, that night, when everyone had settled into their rooms. The two lovers began breeding like rabbits and he could hear the sounds of there love making. He smiled and was still pleased he had made her happy. And then drifted off to sleep to catch a dream. Master Jonathan's Alison “Position three!” Jonathan snapped the words at Alison, who was standing in front of him. She immediately lowered her naked body onto its knees; her hands clasped behind her back, and bowed her head, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the floor. She listened to her Master’s footsteps as he left the room. His demand for “position three” was almost always followed by his departure; he knew that her mind and body would be gripped by anticipation as she waited for his return. Today, however, Alison’s thoughts drifted away from the discomfort of her bare knees on the wooden floor; she was unaware of the slight breeze from the open window that made her nipples stand up firmly. Her thoughts were going back to that day a few months ago when she had first met Jonathan in a local pub. If she had known then how he would turn her life inside out, would she have walked away? Too late to speculate about that now, she told herself, in the past months Jonathan had demanded and been given her submission to his will. But, he had also given her a love deeper than any she had ever known before, and shown her that pleasing him through her submission and the enduring of pain for him touched something so very deep inside her; something that made her complete. Alison shifted her knees slightly on the floor, but although she was still alone in the room, she neither raised her head nor removed her hands from behind her back. She remembered the first time she had felt his whip on her body. She had been terrified and longing for it at the same time. When the whip had struck her ass for that first time, the pain of it brought tears to her eyes, but also a feeling of “rightness” inside herself. (Of course, she’d since discovered that what had made her cry that day was a mere caress compared to the severity of the whippings he now gave her.) How long had she been alone now, waiting for her Master to return? Alison shifted her knees again on the floor, her thoughts no longer serving as a distraction from the discomfort. After several more increasingly uncomfortable minutes, during which her anticipation finally began to torment her, she heard his footsteps approaching and then saw his bare feet as he stopped directly in front of her. “Did you miss me, my little slut?” She could hear the smile in his voice. She nodded her reply. Her lackadaisical way of answering seemed to annoy him. “Position seven!” It took her a moment to filter through all the positions stored in her mind; he kept adding new ones and she’d already had to memorise over 20 of them. Her hesitation annoyed him further and she could hear the anger in his tone when he repeated, somewhat louder this time, “Position seven!” By now, she had retrieved it from her memory, and quickly moved to assume it. She put her hands on the floor in front of her, lowering her body towards the floor until her small, firm ass was high in the air and her face was less than two inches away from his bare feet, her long auburn hair framing his feet. Her breasts were pushed uncomfortably hard against the floor in this position, a little “added extra” she knew he enjoyed. Jonathan raised his left foot, and placed it to the side of her head, securely pinning her down with her hair. Now any attempt to move more than an inch would only result in her hair being painfully pulled. He lifted his right foot, so that only his heel was resting on the floor and his toes were almost touching her face and said, so softly that she could hardly hear him, “Show your Master how much you love him.” Despite the softness of the request, Alison didn’t hesitate to comply. She opened her mouth, and sucked his big toe into her mouth. She could feel the grittiness of the dust that had stuck to his skin when he had walked across the room on her tongue, but that unpleasant sensation only made her lick more, determined to clean her Master’s foot. She dipped her tongue into the crack between his big toe and the next, cleaning there too, circled his big toe one more time with her tongue, and then pulled back slightly, removing her Master’s big toe, which was glistening with her saliva, from her mouth. She moved her head slightly to the left and quickly drew the second toe into her mouth, giving it the same attention as the first. When Alison had finished cleaning all five of her Master’s toes and began sweeping her tongue as far down the sole as she could reach, she suddenly heard a swishing sound, a fraction of a second before the whip connected with her ass. She cried out, more from surprise than from the severity of the stroke, and instinctively moved back. That was a mistake that caused her to cry out again, this time in genuine pain, as the movement pulled her trapped hair. “Continue licking!” Jonathan spoke softly; he seldom raised his voice to her, but she knew all the same that to obey was her only option. Alison’s tongue continued its journey up and down as much of her Master’s sole as she could reach, and Jonathan continued whipping her ass while she paid homage to his foot. The lashes rapidly increased in severity and after about 10 of them, Alison began moaning with each one, her breath softly caressing her Master’s damp sole. Suddenly she realised that he had paused between lashes, and she tensed in anticipation, knowing that after the pause, the whip would strike her for the last time. And, this she had learnt very early in their relationship, the last stroke was always the most severe by far! Alison had barely completed the thought, when the whip came down extremely hard on the left cheek. Alison made a sound that was a mixture between the sounds of a whimpering puppy and a squealing pig. She was aware of no part of her body other than that thin strip of skin on her ass where the whip left its mark. Jonathan pulled his foot away from her face, released her hair and said, “Position one, my little slut.” Alison immediately scrambled up, ignoring the fire that was still to be felt on her ass, and stood in front of her Master, legs apart, arms folded in the small of her back, leaving her ass free for his inspection; her head was up but her eyes were shut. She sensed him moving behind her to inspect her ass. She knew that her Master liked looking at the marks he left on her body. He called them her “badges of courage”, an expression that filled her with pride. Alison trembled as she felt his hand gently tracing the line of that last, oh so painful, lash. His hand continued moving downwards, and she knew that he was about to use his fingers to confirm what he already knew. “Shall we see if you liked the whip today?” Alison felt two of her Master’s fingers push deep into her pussy. He kept them there for a few delicious seconds before slowly pulling them out. Alison felt bereft when her pussy was empty again. “I think I’ll have to call you ‘my pain slut’ in future.” Alison could hear the chuckle in Jonathan’s voice. Her Master moved to stand in front of her. “Open your eyes!” Alison complied and saw her Master’s wet fingers only for a moment before he pushed them into her mouth and she automatically began cleaning them, tasting herself, her arousal on her Master’s skin. When the last trace of her had been licked away, Jonathan gently pulled his fingers out her mouth, and put his arms around her, holding her close. Alison snuggled up to her Master, feeling loved and secure within his embrace. I don’t usually write more than one story about the same characters, but somehow Alison and Jonathan “grew on me” while writing, and I can’t help but feel there’s more to tell about them. Should I continue their story? Please let me know through your feedback and your votes!