4 comments/ 40936 views/ 4 favorites Margaret is Unleashed Ch. 01 By: dan57 From an idea by Mary * Margaret was the happy wife of Francis Galway. She remembered fondly the day of her wedding with their many guests and the marvellous gifts from all over the country. Francis had always been the rather pampered son of a wealthy baronet and had always had the best of all things without having to actually work for them. They had met and Francis had acted just as if her agreement was granted. She had felt proud by being proposed by someone from the gentry and she had agreed despite the advice of her best friends. Everything had worked fine in their planned marriage! Margaret mainly remembered her embarrassment when she was called for the garter sale. They had French cousins and it was a tradition there. Margaret didn't want to participate to such pervert games but Francis booed and led her to the auction place against her will. The weak Francis desperately tried to show off and finally led her to the auction table against her will like a sacrifice lamb. The bride obediently climbed on top of a High stool and the action begun : each time a banknote was added, Margaret had to lift her wedding dress a bit higher. If the gift was sizable, her dress went just higher faster. The dress had been grazing the floor but the bidding was intense. Soon Margaret had to show her ankles then her knees to the leering crowd. Francis had also the deplorable habit of drinking too much to make up for his weak personality and his lack of self-control. He quickly became inebriated. There had been a moment of respite for her as the amateurs had no small banknotes left but that was the moment uncle Charles who had always been a leering bastard made a major addition ; one hundred pounds straight out of his pocket! There were wild applauses and Margaret clapped her hands in unison but she knew there was a price to be paid for it and she would have to cover the expenses! The sum added was rather high and Mark who acted as the auctioneer lifted the hem of Margaret's dress to her mid thighs! The bidding became soon restricted to a competition between Uncle Charles and cousin Andrew. Both of them were pretty rich. They owned several rented houses and had comfortable savings. Charles was a bachelor but Andrew had married Sara, Margaret closest friend Charles was known to live a sybaritic life, receiving some very beautiful girls alone in their houses. The general opinion was that these girls were probably tarts and nobody visited Charles when these creatures were around.... Cousin Andrew was quite similar to him with the difference that he was now married to a very hot girl : any man would have given an arm to put his hand under her knickers! Cousin Andrew added fifty pounds to the pot and uncle Charles followed immediately. The auctioneer thought it had been enough fun and proposed Charles and Andrew to peel the garter from Margaret's thigh. It had all gone much further than Francis had intended it but he didn't want to back out in front of all his family so he applauded the idea. The poor bride was aghast at having her thigh touched by anyone but Francis! Charles had a last request to present : he offered to give one hundred pounds more if Francis allowed him to take the garter off with only his teeth. Margaret protested and said it was out of question but Francis applauded the idea. He had drunk already a bottle of sherry for which he had a special attraction and he had started the second bottle to boost his courage. He presently wanted to show he wore the pants in his couple. The fact that Margaret was appalled at these actions was ignored and she felt helpless as her new husband actually ignored her as her Uncle fumbled under her wedding dress to find her garter. Margaret suspected that all the fumbling was just a ruse so that the old man could rub his nose into her panty crotch. The way everyone was cheering as she was being sniffed in front of everyone just confirmed her worst fears. Francis seemed to find the situation extremely funny. Finally Charles became more successful and emerged triumphantly with her garter between his teeth. Margaret noted he had placed his nose just where she had had her crotch but she assumed it had been a pure accident. Francis had always been an attractive man and with all his money he had swept Margaret away during their courtship. Now here she was on her wedding day being mauled by his Uncle in front of all the cheering family. Margaret had started to detest her husband already. To Margaret, this only showed up her husband's hypocrisy even more and he lost a good part of his remaining prestige that day. Francis was profoundly ashamed of his behaviour on their wedding night and tried to apologise over and over. She never forgave him in her heart although she had during the next years a quiet and cosy life of a married wife with no children. Francis made passable love to her on Mondays and Fridays always in the absolute dark. Margaret dutifully complied. She was his wife after all, but it was just out of duty. On Wednesdays they usually went to a grill and on Sundays they went to the mass in the local church. Margaret had gone to the church for Easter and Xmas only but Francis wanted to go there every Sunday. He was not very religious but the pub served nice ale and he needed to taste it twice whenever he entered there! Life could have continued in the same way for them but Francis always wanted to offer his wife a better living and he seemed to have a flair for unsound investments. He invested ten thousand pounds in a Maddoff venture and the money completely disappeared. He then bought junk bonds from a Greek company that went bankrupt and his company laid him off. When he had trouble making ends meet, Margaret phoned her cousins to see if they had a job for her husband... it was Charles who made the most interesting proposal : he had a dozen rented houses in Bath but they were not occupied during winter. Some squatters had broken in during the last season and Charles thought it would be better if there were some presence there in winter. He had been looked for someone he could trust and who could do the necessary menial work. Francis would be perfect for the job. Margaret was less interested : the town was deserted and windy at this time of the year, there were few open shops in this season and the winter gales kept chasing leaves against the doors and windows. She also feared to stay alone for months in her home far from the city centre. Uncle Charles waved away her fears. - You could move in the cottage formerly used by my chauffeur and his little family. There was room enough for his son and his daughter. He repainted it completely before he left two years ago. It's still in pristine state. You could also prepare my food ; I wouldn't charge you anything for the rent and the food! Margaret was tempted but hesitated : - Would it be proper : a man and a woman alone in a secluded country mansion? - Don't be stupid, Margaret! I am your uncle and nobody would find it weird if an aging uncle would put up his niece when her husband is away. You could really be of great help to me during the year and the cottage is big enough for you to accommodate occasionally your husband! Margaret thought she had been stupid making such petty remarks Charles was so kind to provide her, free of charge, a shelter heated, with all the amenities. She had camped there two years before, just after uncle Charles's chauffeur had retired during Francis' courtship. She had worn for the occasion a bathing suit that allowed even not a square inch of skin to be seen but it was so improper to be seen with her fiancé in public with a modern swimming suit! There had been even a large bathroom with a bubble spa that Margaret had tested with Francis. God! It would change her from her narrow tub at home where her tits could never stay under the water level! Margaret now couldn't wait to move into her new cottage. She kept aside the furniture needed for Francis, especially her own bed when she had been a maid! It was a pity it was so narrow : she couldn't visit her husband there as the nearest hotel was so far away! The rest of her furniture fit in the new space quite easily. She kissed Francis goodbye when he left but uncle Charles was there and she was not bold enough to kiss him on the lips : he had to be content with a chaste peck on the cheek. Charles returned to his house and came back with several bags : - It's a small gift to show you how much you are welcome in this house : you have brought here already a whiff of freshness and youth! Thank you for your much needed presence! Margaret didn't know how to reply. She grabbed the fabric of her swirling dress and made a curtsey, bowing her head to her uncle. Okay he had grey hair but he seemed strong and healthy, the kind of man who would have made her head to turn before she married Francis but he didn't seem that old! Last time Francis had made a walk with uncle Charles, he had really walked while Charles had mostly run. Francis had arrived almost an hour later than Charles who had joked that if he had done the same thing in bed with some of Charles' girlfriends, they would have fallen asleep before he had started to take off his clothes... Margaret found in the bags a red fancy dress that would have been adequate for a marriage but also a corset, a lacy suspender belt and fishnet stockings. A plunge push up bra and a strapless bra completed the outfit and Margaret thought that Uncle Charles had not divined the shape of her breasts! It was an outfit more suited for a tart than for a married woman but it was exactly her size. Uncle Charles had a very keen eye to be able to guess her size without actually measuring it. Margaret went straight toward Charles, thanking him for his gift but explaining him she couldn't accept the undies that were too sexy for a married wife! Charles replied that the undies were a tribute to her beauty, that he had always thought that her clothes were always too demure for such a pin up figure. He wanted her to look really sexy and he had waited patiently for Francis' departure. He now wished Margaret to forget all these old maid's ideas and start being a girl ready to attract men's attention, starting with Charles'.... Margaret blushed and after being cajoled a long time, finally agreed to try the whole outfit. She first tried the push up bra : it was red, assorted to the dress and offered a nice view on her cleavage. Margaret had never worn anything so naughty. She paraded in front of the mirror, marvelling at the view in front of her eyes like a teenager trying her first ball dress? Then she decided to try the corset. It just cinched her waist and didn't cover her tits or her hips. With the red suspender belt, Margaret could imagine she was performing in an eighteenth century brothel for the rich people in London. Francis had never made her look so sexy and desirable! It was a feeling Margaret relished. She felt a strange heat forming in her loins, something she had totally forgotten since her marriage, at least she had tried to bury in the deepest recesses of her memory. She remembered its name : pure unadulterated lust! As the words formed in her mind, she could feel her pussy getting really wet as she felt more and more ready to enjoy chatting with Uncle Charles and probably doing much more than that! Margaret put on her dress and found in the bottom of the bag brought by uncle Charles a pair of incredibly high-heeled plateau shoes. She had never worn anything like that although she had known what it was. She had decided to follow exactly his whimsies and not try to impose her own ideas. She couldn't recognize herself in the slender sophisticated sex bomb she could see in her mirror. She decided immediately to change her make up, to put on a more flashing lipstick and to add liner to her eyebrows. She changed also the colour of her nails until she was satisfied. When she presented the new Margaret to uncle Charles, his first reaction was to whistle appreciatively... - God! Margaret, this outfit and your new make up imparts you much more allure! I could easily make a pass at you. Francis has been completely crazy to leave such a beautiful woman alone with me. I may be old but red blood is again boiling in my veins! Hold your chastity belt. We are going to paint the town red! They went straight to one of the most renowned dance halls in the city. Charles had changed into an elegant alpaca suit Margaret had never known he had! When they entered the hall, the manager came to greet them to the surprise of Margaret who had just paid a visit to the place years before. Charles appeared not to be unknown there. The manager shook hands vigorously with him : - Sir Charles! It's such a pleasure of paying us a visit after all these years! We have still bottles of your favourite champagne! And you have as usual a magnificent girl to escort you! Margaret felt proud of the compliment and did not make a fuss about that she was just an escort girl for Charles! A waiter was coming with a cup of chilled Champagne on a silver plateau. - It's a compliment from the direction for one of our must esteemed customer! Margaret felt the waiter was extremely polite with a girl he took for a call girl. Margaret decided to play along. Today she would be a call girl for Uncle Charles and if he wanted to take advantage on his niece, she wouldn't oppose him in any way! They weren't so many people on the dance floor and Margaret followed his lead and danced toward the disk jockey. Uncle Charles whispered to him a few words and called him Mike. The man nodded and announced in a loud voice : - At the demand of a very dear customer; an old classic, something named Maureen's tango! Uncle Charles whispered to Margaret's ear. - Let me lead you for this dance ; a tango is not that difficult but it's old fashioned just like me! Uncle Charles made her swirl in the air as if she was some elfin. She had never known she could dance in such elaborate figures. He found the strength to lift her in the air above his head then to throw her up to catch her in her flight. Margaret knew that in these aerial moves she showed to the other spectators a full view of her legs, of the curves of her tits but when she finished her exhibition, completely out of breath, safely nested in the crook of uncle Charles' arms, she just turned her head toward him, fluffing her eyebrows like a starlet in Hollywood and parting shyly her lips. She would have not understood if he hadn't covered her lips with his mouth. When their kiss grew hotter, a thunder of applauses exploded in the dance hall ; there were the few customers there, the waiters, the disk jockey and even the cook who had left his pans for a moment to watch uncle Charles dancing with Margaret. She would have followed her uncle to hell, totally enthralled. He was the best dancer she had ever met, by far! He turned toward the director who had also come to watch their inspired dance : - You had private lounges in the fourth floor. Does they still exist? - Of course, Sir, but they are reserved to our most select customers like you, Sir Charles! Margaret objected : - I would prefer returning to your home and take a shower before leaving you total leeway with me. I am yours to fulfil all your desires! Margaret took a bath in hot water, lathering her hair in a pungent cream before rearranging it in a bun that was probably as attractive as her perfect hairbrush when she had arrived on the dance floor. She had completely changed her outfit : she now wore the strapless half bra that Charles had offered her initially. She now wore a black silk negligee that was so sheer that it left nothing to Charles' imagination. When she opened the door of the bathroom and met Charles again : he gasped in surprise once more. - Margaret, you are surprising me deliciously. I thought you were a simple housewife of the kind Francis could choose and I wanted to show you other horizons but I discovered a very sexy dancer who troubled the disk jockey of the dance hall, a man I have known for forty years and who wouldn't lift an eye brow for any woman! I thought you would stumble pitifully on the floor and, to my complete surprise, you danced like a goddess and won the applauses of everyone on stage. Now you are wearing your undies like a queen of music hall and I look forward to discover you in the secrecy of my bedroom. If you surprise me once more there, I will feel reluctant to let you return to my wimpy Francis! Frankly, he is not worth of the attention of any woman! I could present you some true stallions that will be able to make you enjoy the time you will spend with, them to the maximum. - I am sure you know such men but I happen to like Francis and wouldn't want to make him sad. I will leave you totally free to make me discover other men's habits but don't try to make us split up! - I acknowledge the limits you are imposing me but outside of these limits, anything is OK? - You are my Master and I won't disappoint you! Command and I will obey! - My first order will then be to open this bed in which I am completely naked and ask you whether you like what you will see! - Your wishes are my orders, Master... Good gracious!!! Margaret couldn't keep her calm when she discovered the huge manhood that lay between Charles' legs. He had a mammoth cock and could probably satisfy on the same day a good dozen of the most demanding females from this hemisphere! Uncle Charles was certainly quite far from a decrepit, almost impotent old man! He placed an arm in the crook of her legs and one behind her elbows and lifted her as if she was weightless. Margaret put her arms around Charles' neck to steady herself. She squirmed in his grasp when she felt Charles' fingers looking for her bum hole but she never ordered him to set her free or leave her alone. She finally arched her back and stayed still : Charles' finger had found its target and had disappeared in her bowels : there were no more reason to squirm as she just enjoyed having two wriggling fingers in her tight hole! When he gently deposited her on his bed, Margaret calmly opened the folds of her negligee and lifted her feet toward the ceiling. Charles needed no other proof of her willingness? Margaret had never had such an elderly lover but she discovered soon that he was also quite experienced. Her screams of ecstasy kept the few neighbours who had their windows open during the night awake until 5 AM with a new assault around 7 AM when Margaret had retrieved her strength because Charles could have continued for hours. Margaret was forced to beg for the pity of the old man! Margaret kept massaging her belly in languid circular moves. She was amazed that Charles had proved he was a far better lover than Francis. She just thought of the various ways Charles could make her cum in the future, a nice perspective for a horny woman like Margaret... She had never before thought she was so but since she had met uncle Charles, he had reawakened her to sex. She could not think of anything but his cock gently drilling in any of her holes. Its exact destination was preposterous! Her only wish was to obtain Francis' approval as Charles was an incredibly better endowed lover, a superior lover. Francis had never been able to sire a baby in her womb but she felt ready to try again with Charles who she now always called in the secret of her mind with this simple word : Master! They were in Charles' home. Margaret's was nearby less than fifty yards from there but she never found the courage to get there. She wanted to spend as much time as she could with her new lover. When he understood that Margaret intended to stay for the night with him, Charles opened a bag and pulled out a black lace nightie. It had no lining and was extremely thin and revealing. Charles could easily delineate the contour of her breasts or the curves of her belly. He caressed lengthily her body and Margaret knew she was falling in love with that man but somehow, her affection for Francis didn't seem to diminish. Margaret is Unleashed Ch. 01 She now more or less openly considered her husband as nothing but a very close friend or a brother while her partner in life was now Charles. The evidence grew each time she thought to it even though she tried to chase these thoughts from her mind... She finally found sleep dearly cuddled in the arms of Charles. She usually limited herself with Francis with just a peck on his lips but she often woke up, that night, with her tongue shoved into Charles' mouth and their tongues entwined. When she woke up, Charles was snoring lightly. She could have disengaged easily at this moment but she preferred covering his face with more and more urgent kisses. Charles finally woke up in his turn and she gave him the hottest French kiss she could imagine. She knew that being awakened in such an active way could lead Charles to even more active love making acts and she just wanted this to happen. She redoubled her kisses with not even a thought about her husband! She still had sentiments for him but it was clear then that she had no more sexual appetite for him! Her pussy was now dripping each time she thought to Charles and remained perfectly dry even when she thought of the last time Francis had fucked her or when he had taken her cherry, the most important moment of her life as a married woman! Margaret stretched her arms lazily. It was her ritual before starting her daily tasks at home. Usually she would dart toward the bathroom, take a shower with cold water to wake up completely and put on new clothes for her workday. Only this time, so many things had changed in her life that she could not build her usual image of what she had to do this day. She turned toward Charles and innocently asked him what he wanted her to do : - Shall I prepare tea of coffee and do you prefer bread with butter or with jam? Just tell me what I should put on to please you? - Personally, I would prefer you to be permanently naked in my arms but it could be embarrassing if a neighbour came in and found you in the full glory of your nakedness : I have a repute of having tarts at home but I wouldn't like them to imagine you are this kind of women. So please put on a short skirt or a sexy dress and a sweater. Underneath, I suggest a push up bra and a minimum G-string you could throw in the scrap bin around 2 PM as the visitors rarely come in after that hour. We will try to know one another better then. If you want to make some work here, you may peel potatoes that are on the table and pluck the chicken I killed before your arrival. It's in the fridge. I've already gutted it but I haven't prepared it properly. If you don't mind? - To your orders, Sir! It will be done then I'll install my belongings in the cottage! I would install my clothes with yours, dear but what would my husband say if he arrived here and found all his sweaters and mine in bags and just women's clothes he has never seen in your locker? I think he may accept finally the situation but we have to reveal it to him slowly, in small touches! I beg you to be patient when he comes back in the future! - A good idea! You're so kind with him! Let's begin to visit the mansion : I intend to fuck you in every room, against any door or window on any table or chair of this house and there are aplenty here. Then we will look at opportunities in the cottage, in the garden and in the garage. Have you ever been fucked on the bonnet of a car? - Never! Francis always pretended it would scratch the paint on the car! - I pity the poor imbecile! Personally I found it important to christen any place in this house with my sprinkler and I can tell you it contained no holy water!! - You never feared you would sire a baby with such bursts of energy? - Never I always used a very thick condom and no baby has ever pierced such an armour! Charles was not boasting as he fucked Margaret on any table, chair, or piece of furniture on the floor level? Charles was certainly a superior lover, a man who intended to visit her completely and leave no place in her body unchristened as he playfully said. It had an advantage for Margaret : she made at the same time a complete visit of this floor and she would know the precise position of anything in this household. Margaret had been lucky ; she had put on a dress in macramé when the postman knocked at the door. If he had arrived just five minutes before, he would have found them I the heat of the moment with her dress bunched up to her waist and her feet pointing to the ceiling, a position Charles seemed to like particularly. Margaret smoothed the fabric of her dress in haste to chat with the postman. Charles told him she was the new lady of the manor and he could trust her with any papers even the most confidential. He added : - I hold no secret against the woman to whom I intended to propose this day! Margaret blushed in shame : surely, Charles knew she was married to Francis but he took no heed to such petty circumstances! On her side, Margaret was inordinately proud to be proposed in public by such a handsome man. As soon as this obnoxious postman would have cleared the place, she would prove Charles how much she had appreciated his kind offer of making her a true Lady. She could imagine herself taking the tea with the vicar and discussing with him the repairs to the chapel : she would be an important person in the local community! Everything considered, the vicar would have scolded her as her dress barely reached her mid thighs and she had had no time to put on a bra and knickers! For the moment, she looked more like a harlot than a lady! Margaret was so excited with the recent events that she needed to chat with Sara. She was the wife of cousin Andrew and the close friend of Margaret. The two girls shared secrets and conspired together against their respective husbands. Sara who had two nasty fantasies would soon duplicate any prank from Margaret : sniffing dirty knickers and cuckolding her husband. She wanted to attract Margaret in this direction. It would excite her to deprave her cousin publicly! Margaret knew how to catch the interest from Sara. She just rubbed her pussy with her knickers just after a pause in the toilets. Her knickers would be soiled just like Sara loved it : a few droplets of pee, a whiff of pussy juice and a few telltale traces around her asshole. Sara would think she had been extensively used? She would be shocked and incredibly aroused! Margaret would then have just to forget her soiled knickers on Sara's dressing table and she would make her friend happy! Sara had once proposed Margaret to have an affair with Andrew in order to punish Francis whose behaviour had scandalized Sara! It would teach him a much-deserved lesson and feminine solidarity was quite sufficient to heal any grief of having Sara's husband cheating on her. Besides, Sara had always dreamed of having a torrid affair with Margaret! Her friend's recent behaviour with Charles made it every day more likely! That gave an idea to Sara. She invited Margaret to a party with Andrew and Charles! She knew quite well Charles who had made a pass at her the last time Margaret had travelled abroad to visit a friend before her husband Francis had lost his job. At that time, she wanted to organize a masked ball for the two couples. Margaret had the about the same corpulence as her and the same size of bra. She just had long blond hair while Margaret was darker with middle length hair but a wig would help them look like twin sisters. There would be dimmed lights and with the alcohol and the super high heels that would transform their gaits. There was a good chance that Andrew and Francis would not know who their partner was. Sara was not interested at all by Francis but Margaret had always told she was extremely attracted by Andrew! It would be fun to discover if Andrew could be fooled into fucking Margaret in the guest room but she had abandoned the project ; Francis might be a son of a bitch wimp but he would know whether the girl he kissed or fondled was his wife or not! But now the tables had turned. Francis was out of the game until Xmas at least somewhere on the channel coast and Margaret was more playful : she would never buck if someone who wasn't Francis kissed her. In fact, Sara intended to have her share of the pretty brunette. She had always wanted to try lesbian relations with someone like Margaret and she felt it was the time to transform wishes into reality! Sara opened the door for Margaret and Charles. Margaret backed down in surprise. Sara was wearing a cup less bra with a very tiny G-string and nothing on top of it. She had never accustomed Margaret to such wanton exhibition. Moreover, she had put on stilettos incredibly thin that made a staccato noise when she walked on the floor. Margaret had chosen a more classic outfit : a low cut blouse that was exactly the kind to have Andrew's eyes pop out of their sockets. Sara immediately set the pace for this day : she took Margaret's head in her hands and gave her a sizzling hot French kiss, adding in a voice charged with salacious hidden meaning : - Margaret darling! It had been such a long time I've not seen you! And this top! It's stupendous! Your tits are framed nicely by your bra and pushed forward! I feel a terrible urge to take your nipples in my mouth and suck them like a lollypop! - I was looking forward for that meeting, dear! If you want to play with my tits, feel free to indulge into it : I feel the same itch for you! Sara took her breasts in her hands, cupping them to present them to Margaret's hungry mouth. Margaret took a whole breast in her mouth as she started to play with Sara's tits. The two men just smiled as they appreciated the show the two girls were offering them. Margaret's playful sucking soon was not enough for Sara who intended to play also with her friend's assets... She helped Margaret out of her blouse and covered her tender skin with her sensual caresses. Sara turned toward the two men who just ogled the two girls. - Perhaps, we should put Margaret at ease before we start playing with these nice gentlemen. They are sporting huge horns that would need to be dealt with shortly! Margaret is Unleashed Ch. 02 By Dan57 From an idea by Mary Charles and Margaret deepen their bonding * Charles and Andrew in a simultaneous gesture had taken their cocks in their hands. The girls may have been extremely polite; their caresses would have made a eunuch get hard! The two girls slowly stripped completely naked each other, taking care to keep their moves extremely slow and sexy, wantonly teasing their mates and sharing love kisses with their friend each time they could. Charles and Andrew were seeing the point of no return when they would disgrace themselves in front of their mates. But Margaret and Sara saw the urgency of their men's desperate situation and they, in a common move, lay side to side on the table on the terrace, offering silently their bodies to the lust of Charles and Andrew. They had just the time to impale the two girls on their raging cocks with a sigh of satisfaction : they would certainly have been unable to postpone their ejaculation any longer! It was the starting moment of a wild display of the two men's sexual energy. Charles and Andrew tried to outrival each other. When they were so totally exhausted as that they could not obtain any reaction from their cocks, they just sat down and let Sara and Margaret play together. The competition changed completely as they both tried just to get maximum pleasure without trying to win on their mate but Sara decided to add some spice to it. She offered Margaret to receive their mates bareback and limit the use of condoms to sexual relations with other people like Francis. Margaret pointed out that she had never been able to have a baby with Francis, despite numerous attempts! Thus eliminating her husband from the pool of potential fathers wouldn't change anything! Sara was undeterred! She pointed out that her friend Emily who had been in the same situation as Margaret divorced after a fifteen-year marriage as her husband wanted absolutely an offspring and Emily picked up a new mate. She was dumbfounded when she missed her next period and even more surprised when she found she was expecting a baby, apparently, her ovaries always worked perfectly and the problem came just from her former husband! Emily had phoned the poor fellow to tell him that SHE was not barren as she now expected a baby. So, the truth was that HE was impotent! He could have just told her to pick a stud in the street but he had wanted to debase her. After this clash, the husband had never accepted to speak to Emily again but she was now expecting another baby from her new mate she will marry next summer! She was so happy that she didn't care about the gossips for a very pregnant bride! Sara and Margaret were now frequent customers for the new shop of sexy lingerie. It was named quite appropriately: " So sensual". Sara preferred satin undies while Margaret was quite fond of laces and ribbons. Margaret would model their new acquisitions for Charles with often quite sizable and pleasurable results. Often Charles would also fuck Sara afterward then the two girls would take Charles' car to show their undies also to Andrew. Sara would probably get fucked a second time there, then it would be Margaret's turn if Andrew had some strength left but it was no problem : Charles and Andrew were not the jealous type. They never considered they owned their mates : they just wanted the first opportunity to breed them! It didn't really matter whether Charles or Edward actually did the job! No wonder with such a purchase politic that the collection of bras in Margaret's closet had grown considerably from what she had when she arrived at Charles' mansion : 3 vs. 24 and still growing fast at the rate of two or three outfits each week? Margaret would never have thought she would enjoy so much living with someone very wealthy. She could now change her undies several times a day and choose colours assorted to her dress in the morning, for dinner and for an evening at a dance hall or an intimate party in a cabaret. Charles had added many kinky items that had been completely absent from Margaret's cupboards ; slit panties, cup less bras, hour glass corsets and suspender belts she had now aplenty in all colours : lavender, red, black: were among the commonest examples but she had relatively few white pieces. Margaret considered white clothes of any kind rather virginal or marital and that was not a colour for her! She would perhaps appear with a white bra with Francis but certainly not with Charles or Andrew. Accordingly she had gotten rid of her tights and replaced them with stockings, not the stay up type but attached to her suspender belt or to a garter. She had adopted the motto of a French mode designer : he made dresses and skirts not to enhance a girl's beauty but to give their mates, the wish to take them off. Charles and Andrew were now experts at stripping a girl from any clothes and they continued their training assiduously! Once they were at the theatre for a formal performance, they suddenly had the strange idea to strip her out of her undies. She had to help them not to attract undue attention. She lifted her bottom from her seat to allow Charles to take off her knickers. Then she pushed her tits forward to allow Edward to remove her bra and Sara inserted a finger into her pussy and wiggled it playfully until she cummed in her chair. She had known she would leave a telltale-wet patch on the cushion on her seat but she just hoped that someone would be turned on when he or she would discover it! So this evening, she was at her new home, alone, waiting for the return of Charles who had gone to the movies with Andrew and Sara. Margaret had been ordered to stay at home to her utter dismay. She had known this was a test; a test of her obedience, of her submission to Charles' orders and she hated and relished together being submitted to such tests... it was even worse when she imagined Sara being mauled, caressed, explored and used in Charles' car and enjoying every minute of it while she had been left stewing in her juice in a deserted house. Margaret had used her time exploring her wardrobe for something suitable for the present occasion, something Charles would not have seen her into and she had found in the deeper recesses of her cupboard this long pleated dress that buttoned back and front with very small pearly buttons that would be very long to unbutton unless Charles would decide to rip it open to have direct access to her body. Margaret felt excited by Charles occasional and quite measured fit of brutality : it showed that he was a master, her beloved Master, her undisputed Owner and someday he would own her in front of Francis who she now saw as a complete sissy : she giggled with the idea of her husband wearing a frilly dress or a nightie in this house that was marked with the imprint of Charles' very virile presence. Margaret had voluntarily kept the signs of her presence to the minimum, limiting them to neat piles of clothes, a lush display of Charles' club ties and leather belts. She had played with the idea that Charles would use one to punish her bottom if she teased him too far. He was certainly not the brutal type, more like the sentimental lover for her. She had sometimes played with the idea she would someday receive him on the dinner table naked with just manacles, a collar and a leash and dare him to punish her for some imaginary misdemeanour, to prove his superiority on her! Charles was incredibly gentle and caring for her but in reaction, she sometimes dreamed of being crudely manhandled and publicly used by her lover, even just once! She heard a car in the alley leading to the dark house. Margaret had extinguished the lights and waited for Charles' return in the dark. She was scared out of her mind it would be someone else like Francis! Yet her pussy was clenching like a nutcracker in anticipation of the return of her lover and their friends. She had left a saucer on the table and she hastily lapped at it like a cat. She sighed softly as the water brought some moisture to her parched tongue and flew down her throat. Someone opened the door that creaked in. He switched on the light and she nearly fainted when she recognized Charles! Her master had returned at last and she screamed in joy as she jumped into his arms. She remembered the day Francis had left for Bath after just dropping a peck on her cheek. Her reaction to the return of Charles was far more filled with lust. She felt a flow of moisture drenching her pussy in anticipation of their hours of lovemaking and other games.... Sara followed him with Andrew at her side. He had a hand under her dress, negligently caressing her bum and Margaret felt a pang of jealousy as she thought that Charles had maybe made a stop in the nearby forest to double team Sara with Andrew. Margaret couldn't wait for their interest to turn toward her neglected body! Sara and Andrew were smiling toward Charles and had stopped to watch him dealing with Margaret who yearned for her lover's attention. He watched her outfit. She had chosen six inches plateau shoes that made her significantly taller and slenderer. He whistled appreciatively: - You look even prettier than this morning. I wonder how I could have left you alone here for such a long time! That was exactly how she felt but her sorrow melted away when she felt his hand on the small of her back and he cooed in her ear : "- Princess, my Princess!". It was sufficient for her to forget the long lonely hours she had spent waiting for him. The warmth in his voice and the pressure of his hands on her tummy sent shivers down her spine and she just emitted a few droplets of pee that soiled the table. - God! You had never been able not to pee in front of your Master when he uses you! Margaret knew that she deserved a punishment for this infraction! He looked at her with these marvellous hazel green eyes in which she would drown happily and they stared at her knowingly. She stayed on her four as she tuned her face impishly toward him : - If you think I need a punishment, Master, make it short and stinging if you want but I need you deep inside me! Margaret had known that speaking of her need would make the subsequent punishment sterner but more rewarding for her. He took her collar and her leash on the stand and attached them to her neck. Then he drew her toward the table. He forced her to lick her pee from the table! Then he opened her dress from the neck down and forced her to wipe the traces of wetness on the table with her breasts. He made her lick her tits until she had removed all the crumbles on it. It was awfully humiliating but she loved such a demeaning treatment and Charles knew it! Then her Master positioned Margaret at the edge of the table. She knew what he intended to do to her. He removed her knickers and bunched her dress around her hips. With a savage thrust, he then skewered her pussy to the hilt. She screamed in ecstasy. Charles humped forward and it felt as if she had a signpost in her twat. She felt completely full and she relished the feeling. Charles told her that he now wanted to train her further to meet his needs : would she accept it? He warned her that it could be a bit painful but just mildly. She understood he was giving her a way out but she didn't want to take an easy exit. She heard her voice replying in a loud assured voice : - Yes, Master, explain me how I could service you better! His grip tightened on her elbow as the smile grew across his face and his eyes watched her with sparkles of true love... He just forced her knees wide open and told her not to close them. She obeyed and opened her thighs even further, not caring about what Sara and her husband would think of her ; she was like Alice in wonderland : she was now on the other side of the mirror and nothing was of any importance to her any more! His hand travelled up her thigh and found the way toward her clit. She knew she was excited like hell but the softness of his touch on her most sensitive parts was maddening. She closed her eyes in bliss and just let go. In a few minutes, she was reduced to a heap of moaning flesh and begging for more... Charles slid into bed alongside Margaret and she purred in delight for what was about to arrive. His strong hand grabbed her long ponytail and forced her to keep her head straight. He dipped his mouth to bite the base of her neck. She knew it would make a large hiccup in a place she would never be able to hide it but she enjoyed the idea he was marking her as his own. It was some sort of a brand she would never try to hide and even wore like a trophy... Margaret played with the idea of having a picture of the hiccup taken and sending it to Francis to tell him she had now a very demanding boyfriend and she submitted to his desires with pleasure, to any of his desires as Francis had just visited her pussy in the dark and had let her worship his manhood just once or twice when he was completely drunk. On the contrary, Charles made frequent use of all her holes, but also of the valley between her udders as he called it. He described the softness of her boobs like a poet and she loved listening to his description of her tits. Another advantage of Charles was that he enjoyed playing with her tits in plain light and sometimes on the lawn or the terrace and he didn't care about the public they might have : Sara, Andrew or the postman who had discovered their little games on his last visit. He should have rung at the gate but Sara had left it ajar. He had entered the garden and found them in the heat of action. He didn't seem to be too much embarrassed as he often spent his vacations on a nudist beach in Germany or in France. People stayed discreet on the beach but a few feet from there, when they were indoors or in the relative privacy of the surrounding forest, they became lusty satyrs and the postman had discovered positions that weren't described in the famous Kama Sutra! Margaret had come to enjoy these moments of totally free frolicking. To hell with modesty and proper behaviour! Charles had been bold enough to invite Sara and her husband and to offer Andrew to share their girls. Andrew had had a crush for Margaret since her marriage with the undeserving Francis and he had jumped on the occasion. From that moment, the two girls had been public property with just the right of pre-emption for their official partner. Sara would never know who had sired the baby developing in her womb and she didn't want to know... By the way, Margaret didn't remember when she had had her last period! God! She must have missed it! She had been so totally engrossed with Charles that nothing else kept any importance!! She would ask Sara to bring her a test and visit a physician before telling anything to Charles! Charles pulled her toward him and with a fire in his eyes started to maul her breasts. She shrieked, moaned and screamed at the same time but never tried to break free as soon as his arms had wrapped tight around her. As always, she became instantly his willing slave and nothing was too dirty for her to provide him the ultimate pleasure! Margaret instinctively assumed the position of offering he had patiently taught her : legs neatly folded under her bum, knees widely parted, feet tucked under her ass, back straight with shoulders back and hands obediently crossed behind her back and the final touch : her eyes watching up at him, never stopping to watch him in the eyes from downward. Each time she was in that position, she felt totally submissive to him, his play doll, to do with her just what he wanted. At this moment, she was totally his. She really belonged to him and she would willingly jump into a fire for him. That was the moment he always wanted her to admit her subservience. This time, it would be in public and it gave a special flavour to it : - Whom do you belong to, Margaret? - You, Master! - What are you, Margaret? - Your slut slave, Master! I am here to fulfil all your wishes! - Then open my fly, my obedient slut slave! Her fingers shook as she reached up and unbuttoned the front of his pants, something that she always did religiously as if she was servicing a god! He continued to give her instructions, not that she needed them but to impress Sara who was far from being so totally subservient and needed hours of intensive training to reach that level of obedience. - Take it out and put it in your mouth where is its place! Margaret reached into his trousers and pulled out her Master's cock. Sometimes his orders changed : a week before he had ordered her to aim his cock toward her open mouth and he had peed straight into her mouth. It had been disgusting but she had done her duty without faltering! This time, they had spectators and she understood he was less adventurous. She looked at his magnificent cock at short range! It was so large, really huge! She couldn't understand how such a huge tool could fit into her indecently tight pussy! Charles loved to hear her plead that his big cock would never fit into her tiny pussy but it always slid effortlessly into her love channel and she screamed in bliss just when he wanted. She was now fully reamed to his girth and she wondered how it would now feel to have Francis' little cock again in her pussy : he was so much smaller! Would she get any pleasure from his entry any more? Margaret leant forward and wrapped her lips around this monster, moaning softly in delight at the taste and smell of this fine morsel that would soon get buried into her sopping wet snatch. For the time being, Margaret rolled her Master's cock in her mouth to fully enjoy its pungent aroma. Charles smiled down at his submissive girl while he repeatedly filled her mouth with his cock. He saw from the corner of his eyes, Sara watching her friend in silent awe. She was on her tiptoes, looking avidly at her friend sucking passionately her lover. Charles thought it was time to include Sara in these games of domination! He ordered her in a commanding voice to kneel in the grass and start sucking Andrew's cock. He filled her to the back of her throat in a single shove but, as she wasn't accustomed to deep throat a true man, she gagged hard on it, tears appearing in the corner of her eyes already, but she was fighting gallantly her reflex to throw up. Margaret had been a natural at it and she soon learned how to receive Charles's cock deep in her throat. Sara would learn too even if it would be more difficult but she would soon learn to accommodate cocks that could reach a foot length into her throat. Andrew's cock finally came to rest against Sara's chin. She smiled when she considered her accomplishment. Margaret was also totally satisfied but she now considered it her usual girly duty, nothing to be excessively proud of! Now she had been totally set free, nothing could attain her self-confidence in her skills : she was on the loose and totally wild! - A good job, darling! Now, now be a good girl and suck it until I come into your mouth, dear. Of course, you will swallow it all without spilling a single droplet! Sara tightened her mouth around the rigid cock wondering how this will ever fit in her ass because she had seen Charles doing it to Margaret and her friend had told her the two men wanted to give them the same training! Whatever Charles did to Margaret, Sara would be expected to endure the same torments sooner or later and then they would just swap girls. Sara was much smaller than Margaret but she was meant to receive Charles's huge poker in her ass just like her friend. To Sara's complete surprise, Charles positioned Margaret on his lap. He clearly intended to give her a sound spanking and Margaret stayed on his lap, totally passive as if getting spanked was now her normal duty. In fact, Charles had brought her several videos of hard spanking, and she was familiar now with purple asses, sore bums and she had finished to accept it and consider it would be the logical next step of her training. She had understood that the time had come, that she could do nothing to avoid it and she had decided to let it happen!