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Finding my Place

By: Lost_Yonder



It was the late 1970s and my senior year of high school. Since moving to Denver three years earlier, I had lived the life of a monk, or more in tune with the times, a nerd. We moved to the city from a rural community in Kansas, a farming community. The population of the entire town was equal to the number of students in the Denver high school. There I was Mr. Popular – captain of our middle school basketball team, though hardly a star player, the pool of candidates being limited. On our trips back from games, I always got my choice of seats in the back of the school bus to practice our naïve and childish teen antics, eventually making out with just about every good looking girl in the school. My teen mind actively imagined going beyond second base with Judy or Kim, two of the hotter cheerleaders, but my nerves and certainly my body was never quite ready for the great leap into sexual maturity; I settled for second base, some hot kissing and heavy petting.

In the spring of my freshman year, my mother popped a surprise on all of us. She had enough of small town life, having grown up outside of Chicago herself. She was taking my younger brother and me and moving us to Denver now that my older sister was moving off to college. There were no overt signs of a marriage falling apart – no fights, no unaccounted late nights at the office. But one did notice the increasing functionality of home life. We three kids pretty much fended for ourselves, cooking our own dinners, doing our own laundry, as my mom seemed to slip away. Looking back at it today, I certainly don't blame her. In many ways I thank her for getting us out of there and opening up new worlds to us, giving us opportunities for our education that I doubt we would have had had we stayed in rural Kansas.

Of course, that is all hindsight, looking back thirty years later. At the time, it was a shock. Moving away from dad, from the community, from Judy and Kim, from Robert and Paul who were part of my clique, from all I had known, an environment I felt comfortable in, home, was not easy, particularly for a 16 year-old. My sister just graduated from high school and like many of her classmates was headed to KU. She decided to hate my mother, blame her completely for breaking up the family, and spent all her holidays with dad. It also meant I hardly saw her over the next few years. Besides my friends, my place in our little society, I also lost my mentor, my confidant, my older sister. My younger brother dealt with it in stride, he was 11 and perhaps still more adaptable. Given the age difference we never really did anything together, he wasn't really part of my world.

For me, at the time, it was disastrous. I was now the "man" of the house, thrust into an unfamiliar environment. The high school I attended was downtown, highly diverse, and rough. In the first week, "farmer boy" (me) was beaten up no less than three times. I was in no position to defend myself. I was shaken, shocked, and did what seemed natural – turned inwards, creating a shell around me, becoming a complete loner.

I did visit my father for a few holidays and spent a summer there, reconnecting with old friends. But it wasn't the same. I wasn't the same me. I stayed home most of the time watching tv rather than going out with my old friends. I even ignored Judy and Kim, despite the fact that Judy called several times asking me to a party or something.

Through the next two years of high school I slumbered my way through. I did my work, in fact I excelled, but had no social life. I didn't go out, wasn't involved in any school activities; it was just "me, myself, and I", as the old Joan Armatrading song goes. Everyone pretty much left me to my own devices. At least I wasn't into the drug scene or the emerging punk rock scene; I got straight A's, so in their eyes, I was a good kid.

My mother was busy trying to create a life for herself. She was able to get a decent position as an office manager for a mid-size public relations firm in downtown Denver and even started to date. It meant she wasn't around much, leaving me to watch out for my younger brother. Something I wasn't particularly good at. I wasn't my sister.

At school, I was a nerd, a nobody. I didn't even hang out with the other nerds – they were math geeks, I was more into reading about history and foreign lands. I escaped into the past or some exotic place, imagining new worlds to discover, new places to be a different me. Of course it didn't mean I didn't notice anybody else. In the little circle of students in the Advanced Placement courses, I was keenly aware of who was doing what, who was dating whom. No, I never talked to them, but did overhear their conversations; as a "nobody" I guess they felt comfortable enough talking around me.

Being a teen guy, I also had my lusts; there was Ann the super hot cheerleader, Ms. Popularity, with hard legs and oh so perfect breasts; the object of many of my regular fantasies. There was also Katie, one of my favorites. She wasn't the sexiest girl, but she was very pretty, soft spoken, down to earth; the idyllic girl next door. She was tall, about my height, and very slim, short dirty blond hair, and always had a warm smile. She is one of the few that actually made the effort to talk to me once in a while. That itself was enough to make her an object of my desires.

Of course, when she did speak with me I mostly fumbled through the conversation, even when it was about an assignment I knew everything about. I lost my ability to even talk with others, becoming increasingly shy. Perhaps she enjoyed seeing me squirm or perhaps she had a soft spot in her heart for a loser guy, whatever the case I welcomed her willingness to reach out to me. It was only in school, usually just in class before the bell would ring. She never sat next to me at lunch, never saw me after the final bell as I rushed home, never a phone call, but it was enough to keep me inspired, hopeful that if I were to ever go on a date, Katie would be the girl.

All of that changed during the Christmas holidays of my senior year. I had applied for early admission to colleges and had many options, finally choosing a small east-coast liberal arts college – far from home. So I was set, ready to sail through my final semester of high school. Two days into the winter holiday I received a call from Mrs. Alexander, the wife of one of my mother's bosses. They were desperately looking for a babysitter as their regular one was off visiting her grandmother for a few days and my mother had mentioned my availability. I had in fact babysat a few times for some neighbors and friends of my mom. Even though others saw it mainly as a girl's job, I found it easy money and fitting right in with my shy and nerdish ways, particularly as I never went out on weekends anyway.

I gladly accepted, needing the extra money for the holiday season to buy some token gifts for the family. I had never met the Alexanders, but heard mom talk about Mr. Alexander, one of the junior partners in the firm. I arrived at their home just before 7:00 Friday night and was met by Mr. Alexander who introduced me to their young daughter, Melissa. She was a cute and confident 5 year-old, very comfortable meeting me for the first time. Then in swooped Mrs. Alexander and I nearly fainted. She was drop-dead gorgeous; long, free-flowing black hair, dark complexion, sparkling eyes, high neck, slim, a smile that would make any man melt, and braless breasts dangling freely in her low-cut evening gown. For those that remember the tv series Hill Street Blues, Mrs. Alexander was a shoe in for a Veronica Hamel look-alike contest, only with bigger breasts.

I know I was staring at her cleavage when she walked up to introduce herself as Mr. Alexander walked out to finish getting ready himself, but I couldn't help myself. She gave a little "ahem" and smiled radiantly as I looked up, blushing and mumbling incoherently an apology. She graciously ignored the whole thing and ushered me around the house, giving me instructions and filling me on the details of little Melissa's needs for the night. A few minutes later, Mr. Alexander returned and off they went to some Christmas party sponsored by one of the firm's many clients, leaving Melissa and I to watch a little tv before I put her to bed at 8:00.

I knew the Alexanders were not planning on returning till at least midnight so I at first made myself comfortable watching more tv and eating ice cream. By 9:00 my curiosity was getting the better of me and started to explore their house a little, checking out their book collection and piles of magazines, hoping to find something juicy. I did find a few Harold Robbins novels and of course quite a few fashion magazines, but that was it. I then ventured back upstairs to check on Melissa and she was sleeping away. Walking by the master bedroom, I debated with myself, but finally couldn't resist the temptation.

I slowly walked in adjusting my eyes to the darkness. I turned on a lamp on the bedside table and struck gold. Underneath were a stack of Playboys and Penthouses! But I decided to explore a little more and went straight for the dresser, soon finding Mrs. Alexander's drawer of panties, bras, and nylons. Just seeing them turned my 18 year-old cock rock hard. She had an amazing collection of what looked like half-cup bras with matching panties, several teddies and of course a wide collection of garter belts. Items I had only seen pictures of in various catalogues in the homes of others I had babysat for, and of course in the few adult magazines I could get my hands on.

In checking out her panties and bras I came across a book at the bottom of the drawer. I pulled it out and saw that it was a photo album. My heart began to race as I slowly opened it and was rewarded with the most amazing sight – a Polaroid snap of Mrs. Alexander in nothing but a garter belt, black stockings, and stiletto heals! My cock grew at least two inches and ached pressing hard against my jeans. I immediately opened my pants, sitting down on the bed and pulled out my cock as I turned the next page. Engrossed in the nude pictures of Mrs. Alexander, I absent mindedly stroked my cock, cumming almost immediately, shocking myself, shooting a load of cum onto their carpet. I jumped up swearing to myself as I hobbled into their bathroom, washed my cock and hand, adjusted my jeans, and found a sponge and some tissue to clean up the mess. I even pulled out her hair dryer to make sure it was dry by the time they returned.

Making all that noise I was afraid that Melissa might have awoken so I went and checked on her again, but she was still sound asleep. I then returned to the hidden treasure and continued to check out the many pictures. The first few pages were of Mrs. Alexander in various stages of undress, modeling her sexy lingerie collection. But then it got even better. On the next page was a picture of her on her knees in front of Mr. Alexander, his cock buried in her mouth. The picture was taken from the side and it looked like he was holding some kind of remote. There were several pages of them fucking and sucking in different positions and then came a real whopper – pictures of them with another couple. I couldn't believe it and of course my cock was aching for attention. That night I easily masturbated another four times, but being well prepared with a box of tissue.

Eventually, I returned the photo album to Mrs. Alexander's draw and tried my best to rearrange her underclothes as neatly as possible. After seeing the pictures of her, I had no interest in the Playboys and Penthouses, I had enough visual material stored away to last a decade.

Somehow I was able to calm down a bit and fall asleep on the couch in front of the tv, only waking when I heard them enter. It was nearing one a.m. On seeing Mrs. Alexander, I blushed, making her look at me a little askew, perhaps she thought I was blushing over earlier being caught staring at her breasts. Whatever the case, she left the room, going up to check on Melissa, saying thank you and goodnight as she walked up the stairs. Mr. Alexander paid me, and that was that. 

At least until three days later when Mrs. Alexander called me quite frantic saying that their regular babysitter was now sick and they had another important Christmas party to attend. I gladly accepted, beside myself with glee at the opportunity of checking out their hidden trove of pictures and wondering if there were even more treasures to be found. For the past three days I could not get the image of Mrs. Alexander out of my mind, making me constantly hard, having masturbated many times each day, trying to find the desperate relief my cock needed.

I arrived just before 7:30, when the Alexanders were to leave. Once again, it was Mr. Alexander who greeted me at the door, thanking me profusely for my willingness to baby sit with such short notice. I found Melissa in the family room with a drawing book and sat down beside her. She commenced to show me her art work with great pride and seemed concerned that I liked her accomplishments. Then in swooped again Mrs. Alexander, walking on air across the room, she surprised me by leaning down and kissing me on the cheek. In so doing she gave me a clear view of her naked breasts, dangling free under her loose blouse. This evening she was wearing a red silk blouse, unbuttoned half-way down her chest, and a long black skirt with a slit all the way up her leg. She was absolutely stunning.

Needless to say, just seeing her, not to mention her breasts gave me an instant hard-on, making me squirm in the chair. She left her hand on my shoulder as she told Melissa to behave herself and, turning to me, she leaned down again and whispered in my ear "behave yourself too, and please try not to make any messes." I didn't know what to say, my mouth opening and closing several times. She just laughed as she glided out. Was she referring to my looking through her private photo album? Had she noticed the cum stain on the carpet? Or, was she just teasing me? 

As they were walking out the door to leave, Mrs. Alexander turned back around, informing me they would be home by midnight and winked at me. My mind raced with what was going on, what she meant by her statement, and was the wink an actual wink. I was confused and totally turned on. However, over the next hour I had to focus attention on Melissa, who didn't go to bed until past 8:30. It was a holiday and she felt she had the right to stay up; who was I to argue with a 5 year-old.

Once I did put her to bed, I waited about half an hour, to make sure was asleep then slipped into the master bedroom. Turning on the bedside lamp, I walked over to the dresser and immediately went to pull out the photo album. I took it over to the bed, grabbed a box of tissues, and enjoyed a few sessions imagining Mrs. Alexander on her knees sucking my cock or spreading her legs wide for me on her bed, the bed I was now sitting on. I eventually put it back and then picked up one of the Penthouses, thumbing through it and then reading some of the Forum letters, always my favorite part.

By the time I "read" several of the adult magazines I it was nearing 11:00 and thought it best I clean up and move back downstairs. I straightened the bed and arranged the magazines as best I could remember how they were. I took another quick peak at the photo album, unable to resist the vision.

Fortunately, I had finished cleaning up just in time. Just as I was coming down the stairs, the Alexanders walked in. Mr. Alexander was slumped over, being held up by Mrs. Alexander, obviously drunk, barely able to walk. Mrs. Alexander looked up and asked if I could help get Mr. Alexander up to their bedroom. I of course obliged, taking the brunt of his weight, nearly carrying him up the stairs and then softly dumping him on the bed. 

"Thanks so much Shaun for your help, what a mess, he made a total ass of himself tonight, at the wrong party. I can't believe him. God what a horrible night. Please, let me put him to bed and I'll be right down. Do you mind waiting a few minutes?"

"No, it was no trouble at all. Sure, I can wait. I'll just check on Melissa again, make sure she is still asleep. She was a few minutes ago when I checked." I thought I'd throw that last part in so I had an excuse of why I was walking down the stairs when she returned home.

Of course Melissa was asleep and as I walked past the master bedroom, the door was closed. I went downstairs and cleaned up my mess in the kitchen and then sat on the sofa waiting for Mrs. Alexander. After about ten minutes she came down. As I heard her descend the stairs, I looked up, seeing her in heavy winter housecoat.

"I know, not the most sexy of outfits," she said, seeing me stare at her.

"No, no..." I fumbled, not sure what to say.

She walked past me, tussing my hair as she went by, saying "you're so cute, your shyness is just adorable, so innocent."

She gave me a deep smile as she sat down on the loveseat next to the sofa, collapsing back and sighing deeply.

"God, what a night. Now I need a drink!" she exclaimed. "Be a honey, would you, and pour me a glass wine, there's an open bottle in the cupboard there. Or did you find that too?" She said laughing.

I looked at her, not sure if she meant what I thought she meant, and blushed. I found the wine and wine glasses and poured a full glass, nearly to the rim.

"What, are you trying to get me drunk now and take advantage of me?" she asked, laughing gaily.

As usual, I just looked at her dumbfoundedly, not sure what to say or do. I brought her the glass of wine then returned to the sofa and watched her take a few sips.

"Well, now that William is passed out upstairs, Shaun I do need to ask you a question."

Her seriousness caught me off guard. "I hope it is nothing with Melissa – I really enjoy babysitting her, she is one of the funnest children I've baby sat. She is so engaging."

"No, no, it isn't her. She really likes you too, she said she likes you as much as her regular babysitter, Katie – and that is quite the compliment from Melissa."

"Katie? Is that Katie Burns?"

"You know her? Of course you would, you probably go to school together, don't you?"

"Yeah, we have several classes together," I replied.

Mrs. Alexander looked at me with one of her funny looks again, as if she was trying to read me or make sense of something; which of course, I didn't follow at all, being so totally naïve.

"No, there are definitely no issues with Melissa. That isn't the concern," Mrs. Alexander said with some firmness, not in her usual gleeful way.

"I know this isn't easy, I know you are young with an active imagination, but let me just be direct. Is that OK?"

"Yes," I replied nervously, having no idea where this was going but dead afraid my indiscretion of fumbling through her personal items was found out. I couldn't look her in the eyes, staring down at the carpet in front of me.

"Let me just say it, I know what you did on Friday while you were here, and probably did again tonight."

I tried to speak, mumbling something like I'm sorry, it was an accident, I didn't mean any harm, I promise I won't do it again. What actually came out, I'm not sure. But she did start laughing.

"An accident? That's cute," she said, smiling and laughing, she didn't seem to be angry, so maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

Now she switched her tone turning to me acquisitively and staring me straight in the eyes, "How did you accidentally open my dresser drawers? And then accidentally pull out my photo album?" She asked sternly, but her eyes had a glint in them that made me think she wasn't as angry as her tone.

"I... I... I don't know. I'm sorry." I of course couldn't look her in the face, turning my head down to my lap.


Finding My Place



It hardly seemed real to me as I pulled into a quiet suburban neighborhood. I double checked the directions I had written down and glanced up at the street sign. Just a few more blocks and I would be at their house. The couple whom I had agreed to serve for the weekend. I would be serving as their personal maid and sex slave, letting them use me however they wished. I was nervous. But I had been fantasizing about this for so long, there was no way I was going to back out now.

About a year ago, I split up with my wife of six years and was single again for the first time in almost a decade. It had been great when it started but we were young, and as we grew up and got careers and experienced real life we learned we didn't really have as much in common as we once thought. And we didn't have the sexual chemistry we had at first. In fact, by the end we didn't have much at all. Since we had no kids and we were still renting, the divorce was relatively painless. Then there I was; a bachelor with the freedom to explore whatever kind of life I wanted. And to explore the fantasies I had been pushing to the back of my mind for years.

I had begun to suspect that I might be bi for a couple of years. I had always paid almost as much attention to the men in porn videos as I did the women. Ever since I discovered erotica, I had found myself gravitating more and more to cuckold stories, and bi stories and BDSM stories with male slaves being made to service other men. Now that I was single, I was free to explore my feelings and accept them for what they were. And the more I thought about those fantasies, I more I knew I wanted to make them real.

I had searched on various websites for partners and had never seemed to find anyone I felt I could trust. Some ads posted as couples were obviously just a single guy after I corresponded with them. And some couples were just looking for a quick hook-up and couldn't even bother to type in complete sentences. When I posted my own ad I got emails from what seemed like every drunk pervert in the entire state, so I deleted it after just a few days.

Finally I stumbled across an ad that was well written and seemed like the real deal. A couple in their 30s was looking for a male sub to serve as their live-in maid and personal slut on the weekends. It was almost too good to be true. I emailed them telling them about myself and attached a picture as the ad requested. Just the act of contacting them was nerve-wracking for me and even more so when it took a couple of days for them to respond. The response was very respectful and personal and actually used punctuation. I felt at ease already. We traded emails over the course of a couple weeks, with them asking me to tell them my fantasies and why I wanted to be their slave. It was exciting and even a little embarrassing to be telling them all of the things that I had never been able to share with anyone. And they seemed to love it all. I was pleasantly surprised when they sent pictures of themselves because they were actually attractive. In fact, Lana, the wife, was downright hot! 

When we finally met in person at a bar, the attraction was immediate. Lana was absolutely gorgeous in person, with long dark hair, nice sized breasts, and an hourglass figure with wide hips and a beautiful round ass. And she was certainly flaunting it dressed in a tight, sleeveless, ankle length red dress with a low neckline, and slits in the sides that came all the way up to mid-thigh. I was already willing to do anything for her before she even made it across the room to where I was sitting. I was stunned. I even felt myself attracted to Gary, the husband, in a way I had rarely felt before. As much as I fantasized about cocks, I was almost never attracted to guys in person. Gary had a reassuring smile, and was obviously an alpha male from the first hand-shake. Of course this man was superior to me. Of course I should be willing to serve him. I felt like I was back in middle school again, feeling shy and nervous and stumbling over my words as I greeted them. As we talked, we got to know each other a little better and I felt more comfortable. They were so confident and direct and very respectful that I trusted them completely. Eventually, they laid out the rules for our arrangement.

I would be their maid. That meant I would actually be cleaning their house and doing chores. I would also service them sexually any way they wanted, any time, without complaint. My body was theirs to use as they desired. Before coming to their house I was to shave myself everywhere except my head, and I was to give myself an enema. I did not need to bring a change of clothes as I would be naked or in an outfit of their choosing the entire weekend. If at any point I felt I was not comfortable or didn't wish to do as they asked, I would be allowed to leave, but if I did I would never be allowed back. 

That was it, plain and simple. I was to start the next weekend. I would come over on Friday evening and park my car in their garage, which would be open for me. Instructions would be waiting for me.

I spent the entire next week fantasizing about them and jerking off every night to thoughts of being fucked and used. I was also nervous thinking about the fact that I was actually going to be sucking another man's cock and letting him fuck me in the ass for the first time. There would be no going back after that. I would really be giving in to my true self. It was scary and exciting and a huge turn-on at the same time. I could barely focus at work the entire week.

And now here I was, pulling into the driveway of their nice big suburban home. It was exactly the kind of house where you would expect to find a maid. The two car garage was attached to the side of the house. I pulled in to the open bay closest to the house. The garage door closed behind me. I got out of my car and looked around. There was a note stuck to the door leading into the house.

"Maid: Remove your clothes, stack and fold them neatly and come inside. Kneel by the door and wait until you are greeted."

I slowly removed my jacket and shirt. Looking around, I didn't see anywhere that looked like a good spot for me to set them so I folded them neatly and stacked them on the hood of my car. Next I removed my shoes and socks. The garage floor was cold on my bare feet. I pulled off my pants feeling the goose bumps rise from the cold air on my newly shaved legs. Not knowing how far to undress, I looked at the note once more. "Remove your clothes." I could only assume that meant all of them. 

With my boxers folded neatly on top of the stack of clothing, I looked around again for where I was supposed to put them. There were boxes, a lawnmower, a couple of bikes; typical garage stuff. "Oh well," I thought, and picked them up. "This is it," I said to myself. "I'm really going to do this." I took one last look at my car, turned the door handle and walked inside. 

I was in a small foyer. A hallway led straight ahead, a door opened to a kitchen on my right, and to the left there was a door that looked like it might have been a bathroom. The house was completely silent. I pushed the door shut slowly behind me, fearful to break the silence. The door closed with a loud click. I knelt on the door mat still holding my clothes, feeling vulnerable now that I was naked in a strange home. 

I knelt there for what seemed like forever. In reality it was probably only 15 minutes or so, but it was enough time for second thoughts to run through my mind, followed by third, fourth and fifth thoughts. Did I really want to do this? Am I going to regret it? Are these people psychos that are going to trap me here or something? Am i even in the right house?

Finally I heard a door open somewhere at the other end of the hallway. It sounded like maybe the front door of the house. I heard someone setting some things on a table, and then the sound of shoes falling to the floor. 

Then Lana came around the corner and walked towards me down the hallway. She was wearing a pair of skin-tight workout pants and a tight spandex tank top that left little to the imagination. The silhouette of her wide hips, curvy thighs, small waist and large round breasts made my insides leap and my cock twitch. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and her face was flushed red. There was sweat on her chest, waist and thighs. It was obvious that she had just got done running. She stopped in front of me and looked me up and down.

"Well, so far so good. You seem to follow directions well enough. Follow me."

With that she turned and walked back down the hall. I knelt there stunned for a second. Then my instinct to follow orders took over and I sprung to my feet, following her with my clothing. She turned to walk up a set of stairs. As I followed her up the stairs, my eyes became glued to her perfect round ass swaying in front of me. My cock twitched again as I thought of how much I just wanted to touch her round cheeks, to squeeze them, to bury my face in between them. I could feel my cock getting hard as I thought to myself, that I may very well get to do all of those things soon enough. 

As I got to the top of the stairs behind her she stopped, turned, reached down and grabbed my cock and balls with one hand, giving them a good firm squeeze. 

"I see you enjoyed the view. That's good. I want you to be aroused." She smiled a mischievous smile and turned to walk into a small guest bedroom. The room consisted of a twin bed in the corner, a small dresser opposite the bed, and an open wooden chest on the floor next to the dresser.

"Put your clothes in the chest." 

As I bent down to set my clothes in the chest, Lana reached over and grabbed my ass, pressing her finger against my anus. I instinctively flinched, dropping my clothes and jerking upright.

"You will have to learn to control your reactions. Your body belongs to Gary and I now and we will touch it however we want, wherever we want, whenever we want. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress." I replied.

With that she leaned over and closed the chest and locked it with a small padlock. I now had no way to get my clothes back. 

"Let me lay out some rules," said Lana. "You will never wear your own clothes in this house. You will remain naked, or you will wear what we provide. You are not allowed to touch yourself or to cum, unless we allow it. This is where you will sleep. We will provide a list of chores for you to work on, unless we are busy using you in some other way. But under no circumstances are you to be idle. If you finish your list of chores, we will give you something else to do, which may simply be giving one of us a massage, or oral sex. If we have guests, you will treat them exactly as you do us. They have every right to touch you and use you just as we do. Do you understand all of that?"

"Yes, Mistress." I replied with a bit of a lump in my throaght.

She smiled. "But I don't want you to be afraid of us. We aren't going to hurt you or punish you for no reason. If you are being punished, it is because you deserve it and you will know why. You are simply our slut maid. I hope you will take pride in your work, and find joy in pleasing us and giving yourself to us in whatever way we desire. And if you please us, we will reward you. We want this to be a mutually beneficial relationship"

"Yes, Mistress." I replied. 

Her smile was genuine and reassuring. The trepidation I had felt as I knelt by the door melted away leaving me with a warm feeling, and a honest desire to please this unbelievably sexy, voluptuous woman. I thought to myself how lucky I was to be here and to be able to serve her. At that moment, she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. She put her fingers under my chin and planted her lips on mine, firm yet soft at the same time. Just a brief touch, than it was over. It felt as though electricity were coursing through my veins. my cock began to get hard once more. At that moment I wanted to worship her. To give myself to her completely. She was my goddess. 

"Follow me," she said, her with one end of her smile curling up mischievously. "You're going to give me a massage."

I followed her back down the stairs and into a workout room. There was a small weight bench, a small padded chair, a couple other things that looked as though they could just as easily be used for bondage as for working out (and probably were), and a large professional looking massage table.

We walked over the massage table. She began to pull her tank top off. She slowly pulled it up over her head, her large breasts flopping out from underneath as she did. Only her side was facing me but I could see the shape of her breasts, with her nipples erect and protruding from dark red areolas. I'm not necessarily a breast man, but they were gorgeous. My cock began to swell. She bent down and began to slide her workout pants off slowly, facing away from me so as to give me the view she knew I wanted. She knew how much her ass turned me on. She wore a lime green thong underneath. She slid her pants all the way down to the floor before stepping out of them, giving me a perfect view of her bent over. With her legs slightly spread I could see here mound between her legs. Her thong disappeared between her perfect, round cheeks. My mouth was hanging open as I stared at her body. I was actually salivating. My cock was now rock hard and standing at attention. As naked as I was I could do nothing the hide my reaction.

Lana smiled at me over her shoulder, glancing down at my swollen cock. Then she repeated the same motions, slowly sliding her thong down her legs and stepping out of them. My cock was twitching. I had never been so turned on in my life. 

"You look like you're about ready to burst!" She said. "It's going to be awfully hard to focus on my massage with that thing getting in your way. Maybe we should do something about that. Sit down." she said pointing to the chair. 

As I sat down in the chair, my mind was racing. I couldn't believe my luck! This sexy goddess of a woman was going to get me off! My heart was racing. She went over to a closet in the corner and came back with a couple of leather straps. She strapped my ankles to the legs of the chair, my wrists down at my sides, and one strap around my chest. I was at her mercy now, but still burning with anticipation. 

She knelt down in front of me and began rubbing her hands up and down my chest and my thighs, touching everything but my cock. She kissed my stomach and thighs. When she did, her hair brushed the head of my cock, making it twitch. Precum was leaking from the tip. Finally, she leaned down and ran her tongue in one long pull beginning at the base of my shaft and letting off just before she touched the tip. She did this several more times. I began involuntarily bucking my hips. At that, she reached down and gave my balls a hard squeeze, causing me to yelp.

"Control yourself!" She said. "Remember, your body belongs to me now. I am doing this purely for my own pleasure, not yours. And you better not cum until I tell you too."

She left the room and came back with a bowl of ice water, and a small towel setting them on the ground next to the chair. 

Then she came back over to me, straddling me, careful not to set herself down on my throbbing hard-on. She put her arms around my neck and leaned in to my ear. She nibbled on my ear lobe sending shivers down my spine. My cock twitched between us. It was almost too much.

"You like being my pet don't you?" she whispered into my ear. "You've been waiting your whole life for this haven't you?" I nodded, unable to speak. "You won't be disappointed," she said. "But you better not cum unless I tell you to, and you better warn me when you are getting close."

She turned around still sitting on my lap and began to grind her ass back into my crotch. She moved her ass up and down, sliding my cock between her cheeks. "Oh god..." I moaned. She backed off a little bit but continued to give me a lap dance for a few more minutes, careful not to touch my leaking, twitching cock too often. I was in heaven, but I knew I had to control myself. I didn't want to blow my load too early and disappoint my Mistress. I hoped that she would let me soon though, or I might lose it.

She got back on her knees and began running her hands over my body again. She took my cock in her hands and just squeezed it slightly, not moving them up or down. I could feel my orgasm building. "Don't you dare cum yet." she said sternly. She took her hands off it and ran her tongue along it as before, starting at the base and pulling off just before she reached the sensitive tip. I almost couldn't take it anymore. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, taking long deep breaths to try to control myself. 

"You're doing a very good job, controlling yourself so far," she said, smiling up at me. My god, she looked so sexy down there! "Let's see how good you really are." and with that she opened her mouth and plunged herself down onto my aching cock. The warm wetness of her mouth was the most amazing sensation I had ever felt. I had gotten head from girlfriends plenty of times in the past but this feeling was something completely different. I clenched my fists and tensed my body, using every ounce of my will to stop the building orgasm. 

"Oh my god, I'm so close!" I said, breathlessly. "Please, Mistress!" 

She began to swirl her tongue around the head of my cock slowing raising her mouth off me. This was it, i thought. With my eyes still closed and my head still back, whimpering softly, i was completely unprepared when a blast of ice cold water splashed over my cock and into my lap, shocking my entire body. I gasped and snapped my head forward. As She continued to empty the bowl of ice and water onto my lap, the blood retreated making my once-throbbing member deflate like a balloon. The building pleasure of my orgasm was wiped clean leaving my addled mind to slowly piece together what had just happened. 

With my cock fully flaccid now, Lana reached over and pulled something out of the towel. I knew what it was as soon as I saw it. I had seen them on the internet before. I had fantasized about being made to wear one. 

A cock cage.

She slipped the clear plastic cock cage over my soft penis, fitting the ring underneath my balls. Then, with that same mischievous grin that had brought my cock to life before, she clicked shut a small silver lock. The teasing was over. I wasn't going to cum any time soon. As my brain finally caught up with reality, I became aroused all over again. My cock swelled just a little before it hit the walls of the cage. Bits of red flesh poked though the holes in the plastic. It was no use.

"That was a close one, wasn't it?" said Lana, grinning. "You almost lost it. But all in all, I am impressed with your self-restraint. I might just have to let you cum sometime after all. But I'm going to have fun testing your limits again before I do."

She began to undo the straps binding me to the chair. First the chest, then the legs, finally the arms. 

"Don't look so disappointed." she said. "You want to please me don't you?" 

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, I've learned that men are much more obedient when they are aroused. As soon as they cum, it's all over. Being frustrated is going to make you much more eager to please. And you are frustrated now aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And you thought I was really going to let you come then didn't you?

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, that will teach you to have such high expectations. Remember, everything we do to you when we are here is for our pleasure, not yours. And now your blue-balls and your useless little dick will be a constant reminder of your place here. Your body belongs to us, now."

"Yes Mistress."

"Now, how about that massage?" And with that she turned around and lay down on the massage table face down. 




Finding My Place



"My shoulders have been bothering me today, why don't you start there?" She said.

I began to rub her shoulders, somewhat gingerly at first, still a little nervous about everything. But after a couple of minutes I began to get into it. "Mmmm, that's nice," said Lana. "But don't be afraid to use a little more pressure. If you stick around here long enough, I'll have you working me like a professional." I kept working, moving out to her arms. "Mmmm, I like that. Keep going," she said. I worked my way down her right arm then back up. Then I moved around the table and began working her left arm. After a while, I moved back to her shoulders for a bit and then on to her back. As I rubbed my hands over her smooth skin I took a second to appreciate how amazing it was to have this absolutely beautiful woman lying completely naked in front of me. My cock began to twitch again, reminding me of the cage that now confined it. 

"There's oil under the table. Be sure to use plenty of it."

I got out the oil, poured some in my hand and began rubbing it over her back. I moved my hands in broad strokes over her back, spreading the oil around, leaving her body glistening as I did so. "Don't forget my lower back." I poured some more oil and moved lower, my hands running over her lower back and down the sides of her narrow waist, almost brushing the tops of her butt cheeks as I went. My eyes were drawn to her ass, taking in the curves and the deep crack, wanting to feel her cheeks. "Not yet," she said, as if reading my mind. 

Giving massages has always been a turn on for me, and this one was certainly no exception. At this point my cock was straining against the cage, and my mind was being driven into a fever. I had to keep touching this beautiful woman, running my hands over her heavenly body. I worked her back for a while longer kneading and pinching, increasing and decreasing the pressure, as she gave directions. My hands began to cramp after a while. I was certainly not used to doing this for so long, but I didn't dare let myself stop.

"Why don't you move down to my feet and work your way up?" she said. 

I took her left foot in my hand and began squeezing her toes and rubbing her arch. I worked my way to her ankle and then to her calf. I switched to her right foot and ankle after a bit and slowly worked my way up to her calf again. After a little longer I worked my way up to her thigh. Her thighs were shapely and strong; she was obviously very athletic. As I rubbed and squeezed her legs I took a second again to appreciate how amazing it was to have my hands on such a stunningly sexy body. My desire for this woman was building with every inch of skin that my fingers explored. If not for the cage, my cock would have been rock hard and throbbing, but instead it was pressed tight against the plastic with red bits of flesh squeezing out through the holes.

"Don't forget about the oil." 

I poured some into my hands, and began rubbing it over her thigh. That only turned me on more. Did she know what this was doing to me? Did she wait until just that moment to remind me of the oil? I rubbed her right thigh a little longer before she told me to do the other leg. I began to walk around to the other side of the table.

"It would be much easier if you just got in between them" she said right as I got to her feet. I stood there confused for a second; did she want me to climb on the table with her? She looked back at me. "There's a latch under the foot of the table. The legs split apart." I felt around under the foot of the table, found a little latch and unhooked it. The leg portion of the table was split all the way up the middle, and it spread apart slighly after I undid the latch. I grabbed the two sides and pulled them apart, noticing for the first time that there were small pads on the inside edge of each to keep the feet in place. As the legs swung outward my eyes traveled up to her ass which was now spread wide giving me a perfect view of her full round pussy lips and the pink little rosebud of her anus.

"There, now it will be much easier to get in there, don't you think?" Lana said, still looking back at me with her sly smile. I moved back in between her legs, my hands moving towards her left thigh but my eyes glued to the glorious sight in the crevice of her ass. I felt almost weak in the knees as what seemed like all the blood in my body was attempting to squeeze itself into my cock, trying desperately to burst free from the cage. My mind was in a daze. "Don't get too distracted now," said Lana teasingly. 

Reluctantly I tore my eyes away, and focused on her thigh. I applied some more oil and rubbed it over her skin, my eyes constantly drifting further up her leg. 

After a while Lana said, "I think it's time my ass got the attention it deserves, and don't be shy with the oil." My breath caught in my throat! 

With my hands shaking from anticipation, I poured some oil into my palm, dripping some onto the floor. I rubbed my hands together and then placed them, one on either cheek. I rubbed my hands in circles, squeezing a little. Her ass was heaven. Soft to the touch, yet firm when I applied pressure. Her cheeks were full and round, sticking up above her back, begging to be touched. Lana gave a long moan of pleasure, "Mmmmmm...." She was obviously enjoying this, but surely not half as much as I was. With no other instructions I began rubbing her ass all over. I poured more oil and worked it into her crack. Lightning bolts ran up my arms and exploded into my brain as my fingers brushed her tight puckered hole. "Mmmmm, yeah," moaned Lana. I ran my hand through for another pass. My mouth was watering as I looked at her hole glistening with oil. I just wanted to bury my face in her ass and worship it with my tongue. No woman had ever let me do that.

As if she sensed my desire Lana turned her head around. "You're an ass man aren't you?" I nodded, speechless. "You want to taste it don't you?" I looked up at her and nodded again, my eyes pleading. "Why don't you just ask, then?"

"Please let me taste your ass, Mistress!" I said.

"You really want to, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"More than anything?"

"Yes, Mistress!" I answered without hesitating.

"Even more than being allowed to cum today?" She asked.

At moment, I had forgotten all thoughts of my swollen, straining member. I didn't care. "Yes, Mistress." I said.

"Well then that will be your reward for being such a good slave so far. Now, why don't you show me how much you want it?"

The meaning of her words barely registered as I eagerly bent to the task. I grabbed her hips and shoved my face into her crack. I ran my tongue up and down and flicked it against her tight anus. I inhaled her heady scent. I alternated between lapping gently around her hole and pressing my tongue up against it forcefully, enticing it to open. I licked and swirled and poked and kissed every inch of her ass up and down both cheeks and everywhere in between, slobbering like an animal. As I licked and prodded her hole, she slowly began to relax it, allowing my tongue to slip inside. "Mmmmm, yes, I like that." she moaned. "Go as deep as you can" I extended my tongue as far as it would go.

"I'm glad you enjoy this so much because you're going to be doing it a lot." She was breathing heavier, obviously getting turned on. "I want you to rub my clit, gently," she said. I eagerly complied reaching down between her thighs. I ran my fingers over her swollen labia, and traced my way to the center, finding her clit. I softly pressed against it and began rubbing in circles as I continued my licking. I kept rubbing and licking, feeling her breathe heavier and arch her back into me. "Oh god..." She moaned. As I felt her writhing more and more, I buried my tongue in her ass hole as far as I could, and began rubbing her clit harder. My hand was soaked with her juices.

Finally she moaned loudly "Ahhhhhhh... Oh god!" Her back arched and her butt clenched against my face as the orgasm wracked her body. She spasmed and moaned some more and then settled back down onto the table, panting.

"Oh my god, that was a good one." She said, out of breath. "I am definitely keeping you around." 

Despite my raging would-be hard-on, I felt very warm and satisfied that I was able to please her so well. I smiled and stepped back from the table, sensing that she needed a second to come down from her high.

She rolled over and sat up, looking at me. "That was great, but I need more. I'm tempted to let you out of that cage so I can feel a hot dick inside of me" My heart leapt. "I need to feel a hard cock," she said again. "Come on, follow me."

She hopped off the table and walked towards the door. I followed her, my mind racing. Was I really going to get to fuck this beautiful Goddess?

She walked up the stairs, swaying her hips in front of my face and looking back at me with her mischievous smile. She turned to the right and walked down the hall to the master bedroom. She walked directly to the bed and crawled on top with her ass pointed towards me. She crawled diagonally across the bed with her back arched seductively till she reached the opposite corner. I was beyond excited, saying a silent prayer that she was really going to let me fuck her. She pulled open the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a five inch purple dildo. Then she turned around and flopped on her back. She beckoned me over with her finger.

I crawled on the bed towards her and kneeled between her legs. She licked the dildo up and down and then handed it to me. "Get it nice and wet for me." I took the dildo, and put it up to my lips. I stuck out my tongue and began licking it up and down. "Suck on it," she said, while rubbing her pussy. I pushed the head in between my lips and began to suck on it. 

"Suck it like a real cock." she said. "Deep throat it." 

I shoved it farther into my mouth, until I started to gag on it a little. I began to get into the spirit, twisting it around in my mouth. I wanted to give my Mistress a good show and please her. 

"You like that don't you? I bet you wish it was a real cock." I continued my show, not wanting to answer her directly. "Well don't you worry; you'll get to suck Gary's cock plenty of times before this weekend is over."

That made me pause. With all of the excitement, I had forgotten about Lana's husband! The man who would now be my Master. I stopped my sucking, with the dildo still halfway in my mouth. 

"You're going to be expert cocksucker before too long." said Lana with that mischievous grin that I was learning to love and fear at the same time. "But right now I want you put that mouth, and that dildo, to work on me." 

I pushed aside the thoughts of being made to service a real cock and I got down between Lana's thighs. I pressed the head of the dildo against her slit and began to slowly work it in. Her pussy was wet already, making it slide in easily. I began to pump it in and out while I put my mouth against her clit and began to flick it with my tongue. I worked like that for a while, tonguing her clit and fucking her with the dildo. Her juices were sweet and the musky scent of her womanhood filled my nose, going straight to my brain. I was getting more and more turned on with every second, as she grew closer and closer to climax. She lay back on the bed and put her hands on the back of my head. She didn't say anything, only telling me with her moaning getting faster and louder that she was getting close. I picked up the pace with the dildo and pressed my lips over her clit, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. Again as before, she began arching her back into me, clenching her muscles, and pushing harder against the back of my head. Finally she let out a series of screams, "Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" as the orgasm washed over her. I kept my pace, trying to draw her orgasm out as long as I could. After couple of minutes she quieted down and relaxed her body. I slowed my pace and began lapping against her pussy with soft slow movements, licking up her delicious juices. 

"It looks like our new toy is working out well." said a male voice from the doorway.

I turned my head to see Gary, standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame and smiling. He was wearing a pair of white carpenter pants and a t-shirt that was stretched tight over his lean, muscular body. 

"Oh god, I need to feel your warm, hard cock inside me!" moaned Lana, pushing my head away from between her legs. "I've been looking forward to it all day."

"I don't know, it looks like you're pretty well taken care of right now." said Gary slowly walking toward the bed. "I might just have to try out our new toy for a while. It sure looks like he's pretty good with his mouth."

"Oh, he is good, but I need the real thing." said Lana, getting on her hands and knees and crawling seductively towards him across the bed. "Please just fuck me first. You've got all weekend to break him in."

Gary began stripping his clothes off, pulling his shirt over his head. "Well since you're begging me for it, I can't say no. But maybe our maid can help me get hard for you." With that, he unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. The bulge in his boxer briefs was prominent as he stepped out of his pants and took another step towards the bed. "Get on the floor on your knees, slave," he said to me. I obeyed, kneeling by the side of the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, then leaned over and grabbed Lana, giving her a passionate kiss. After a moment, he looked at me again. "Come over here." he said, pointing to the ground at his feet. I shuffled over on my knees and was now face to face with his bulging underwear. I felt a sense of nervousness come over me as I knew the moment I had both dreaded and fantasized about was here.

"Now get me hard so I can fuck Lana with a real cock and make her cum the way a real man does." he said.

"God, you're sexy when you talk like that." breathed Lana, leaning back in to kiss him again.

I had to admit to myself, she was right. It somehow felt right to be talked to like that from this muscular stud. He exuded a sexual energy that I felt compelled to yield to, to submit to. All of my latent feeling that I had repressed for so long were bubbling to the surface now that I was face to face with his manhood. I reached forward and grabbed the elastic of his underwear and began to pull it down. I had to pull the back hard to get it to slide under his ass cheeks. It seemed he wanted me to work at it, not moving or lifting himself to help. Then I lifted the front of the elastic band over his bulge and his cock bobbed free. I paused at the sight of his cock, which was obviously large even though it was still soft. His uncircumcised head was staring me in the face. I pulled the underwear down to his feet and he kicked it aside and spread his legs slightly. His cock must have been 4" long while soft, and was laying on an impressive set of balls, obviously larger than mine. The hair was trimmed short, but was not shaven smooth. I stared at it taking in the sight, not fully believing I was really here. I felt the blood begin to flood uselessly into my own member.

"You like what you see, don't you?" he asked.

I nodded slowly, my eyes still transfixed on the sight.

"Well, now it's time to show me how much you want it. Show us what a good cocksucker you are." 

I did want it. I did want to be a good cocksucker for him. I reached out and grabbed it with both hands. It was smooth and warm. Then I licked my lips and plunged in, taking the head into my mouth. I sucked on it softly and rolled my tongue around the bottom. I felt it stir and begin to swell. The sensation excited me. I put my fingers around the base of the shaft and took as much into my mouth as I could. I felt his pubes brush the tip of my nose. I began swirling my tongue all around it and bobbed my head up and down in short strokes. As it continued to swell I was forced to pull my head farther and farther back. I began pumping the base of it with my hands. My mouth was making obscene slurping sounds as I feverishly sucked on his massive cock which was still growing, causing my excitement to grow with it.

I was now officially a cocksucker. I was on my knees, sucking another man's cock. It felt exhilarating and liberating to be embracing my desires and try to please this man the best I could. All nervousness and trepidation was gone. I was filled only with the desire to be a good cocksucker. I was sucking his cock the way I liked my cock to be sucked, trying to mimic all of the things that had felt good to me in the past, whenever I had gotten head. I cupped his balls with one hand and massaged them. 

The one thing that gave me pause was the massive size of his cock. It was now fully hard and it was straining my jaw muscles to keep my mouth open so wide for this long. I could barely get a third of the length in my mouth before I began to gag. My fingers wouldn't even wrap all the way around the base. It must have been a full 9" long and as big around as my wrist. Every few minutes I would pull my head back to give my mouth a brief rest and I would marvel at the size. I was in awe of this cock. I never wanted to stop worshipping this cock.

"Oh my god, this slut is a natural!" Gary moaned. "You said you've never sucked a cock before?"

I shook my head, and then went back to sucking.

"Well you can make up for lost time with me, then. I can tell you enjoy being a cocksucker, don't you?"

I nodded and said "Mmm hmm", with his cock still in my mouth.

"What's that?" he asked. "I didn't understand."

"Yes sir," I said.

"Yes, what"

"Yes, I love being your cocksucker." I said.

"You like sucking my cock even though neither Lana nor I will ever return the favor?"

"Yes Sir."

"You are a little slut, aren't you?" said Gary. "I think you finally found your place in life. Being a sissy slut for us. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes sir," I said. "I am your personal sissy slut."

"God that's hot!" said Lana, sitting next to Gary on the bed, rubbing her clit.

Gary turned to her, "I think it's time to show this sissy how a real man fucks a woman." And with that he put his hand on my forehead and pushed me back unceremoniously. As Lana crawled back on the bed and lay back, Gary swung around and got up on his knees in front of her.

"Come here slut, I want you to kneel by the bed and get a good close look a real cock filling a woman in a way your cock never will. A real man would never let his dick get locked in a little cage. And a real man would never be a cocksucking slut."

He grabbed Lana's legs and spread them back, lifting her ass partway off the bed. He leaned down and positioned his cock at her dripping wet slit, and pushed it in slowly, without using his hands. Lana gasped and reached out to clutch the pillows beside her. Once the tip was in, he paused for a second then plunged into her wet, welcoming pussy, burying his cock to the hilt. Lana cried out and arched her back off the bed. Gary pulled out slowly until just the tip was inside, and then impaled her once again. 

"Oh my God!" she screamed, rolling her head from side to side as Gary began pulling out and plunging back in, in a slow steady rhythm. He pushed her legs farther back, lifting her butt farther off the bed to where he was pushing almost straight down into her. She was moaning and thrashing around underneath him. She began to cum almost immediately. 

It was a display of pure sexual prowess and I knelt transfixed in wide-eyed awe. His muscles rippled with each stroke as he powered down into her, completely dominating this sexy goddess of a woman, transforming her into a writhing, screaming mess, no longer in control of her own faculties, completely lost in her body's own pleasure response. Her orgasm lasted for what seemed like forever as he kept up the pace. 




Finding My Place



Slowly her screams relaxed into one long continuous series of moans. He began to slow the pace and settled back onto his knees. He let her legs back down onto the bed, all the while continuing to stroke in and out of her. She laid there for a moment catching her breath, her eyes closed, her face beaded with sweat. Then she opened her eyes and looked up at Gary. She sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck and giving him a passionate kiss. At this point, I was completely forgotten to them. They were lost in their own passionate coupling.

"God, I needed that!" she breathed after a while, and lay back on the pillows. 

"Why don't you turn around and show me that sexy ass?" said Gary, pulling his glistening cock out of her sopping wet pussy. Lana rolled over onto her hands and knees and stuck her ass in the air towards him.

Gary looked down at me and motioned towards Lana's ass. "Why don't you come up here and get a better view?" I crawled up on the bed next to him, with my eyes glued on her gorgeous ass the entire time. The sight of her beautiful round ass being presented was maddeningly sexy. Her tight puckered anus peering out above her labia which was red and swollen from the pounding it had just received. It was turning me on so much but my dick was still straining uselessly against the cage. Gary was obviously aware of what this was doing to me. He was kneeling there next to me grinning and stroking his cock slowly. Then, turning his attention back to the task at hand, he moved in closer and positioned himself behind her with his hands on her back. 

"Why don't you guide me in?" he asked, still grinning. 

I reached down and grabbed the base of his hard-on with one hand. It was slick with her juices. I tilted it down till the tip slid in between her swollen labia. He pushed the tip in until the glans was completely buried. I pulled my hand away. He then proceeded to slide the rest of his considerable length into her slowly, inch by inch. I watched as each vein disappeared until their bodies were pressed together and I could no longer see. He pulled out and pushed back in slowly, repeating this motion for several minutes. Lana had laid her head down on the bed with her face to the side, smiling. 

"Mmmmm, your cock feels so good," She sighed.

Gary began to pick up the pace, grabbing her by the waist and pumping in and out of her. She began to moan, slowly getting louder and louder as the two of them got into a rhythm together. Her ass was slapping against his body causing her cheeks to ripple with each contact. She began pushing back into him, eager to be fucked harder and deeper. Her breathing began to get heavier.

"Unng, fuck me harder!" she screamed. "Make me cum!"

Gary laughed. "I'm tired of doing all the work. Why don't you show me how much you want it?" He stopped his thrusting and took his hands off of her hips and placed them on his own. Without hesitation, Lana arched her back and began pushing back into him. She was up on her hands with her head down, grunting and riding his cock as if it were a dildo. She started moving a little faster and slamming harder into him. He spread his knees a little to brace himself, smiling and chuckling to himself. I could tell he loved the power he had over her. And I could tell she loved his cock and couldn't get enough of it. 

After a few minutes of this, it looked like Lana was starting to slow down and was getting a little tired. She looked back at Gary. "Come on, fuck me, you asshole." 

"As you wish," he said laughing. Then he grabbed her by the waist and began slamming her hips back into him. He leaned back and pulled her up off of her hands and began squeezing her tits and kissing the back of her neck. He bounced her up and down on his lap, eliciting grunts of pleasure from her with every down stroke. Then he pushed her back down onto her face and really began slamming into her, pressing her to the bed. She began screaming with every thrust building to a crescendo another orgasm took hold of her. He kept up the pace until her orgasm subsided then slowed down and pulled out. He rolled her onto her back and immediately plunged back in between her legs. He wasted no time getting back up to speed, pumping in and out of her sopping wet cunt. She wrapped her arms around his neck. 

"Oh god, fuck me!" she grunted. "I want to feel you cum!"

Gary reached down with one hand and grabbed her ass, helping to pull her in as he began thrusting even harder. The entire bed was bouncing with each thrust forcing me to steady myself. Gary began grunting getting louder and louder. "Unnggh....here it comes!" he grunted. As he reached his climax he began screaming loudly. She began screaming too, as her own orgasm hit her. They continued for a couple of minutes screaming and thrusting, entwined in a display of pure sexuality. I had almost entirely forgotten about my own desires and my caged cock which was surely doomed never to be allowed to emulate the scene I was witnessing. I was just lost in the sight of these two sexy creatures enjoying pure carnal pleasure. 

Finally, their thrusting subsided and they collapsed together, each one catching their breath. Then Gary pulled his softening member out and rolled over next her, sitting up against the headboard. He put his hands behind his head and looked over at me.

"Well maid, time to clean up," he said, and nodded towards his dick which was wet their combined juices. I knew what my job was now. I crawled over and got down between his legs. As I picked his mostly flaccid cock up with one hand, a stream of cum dribbled from the end. I leaned down and licked it up, running my tongue up the underside of his shaft. The taste was salty, and the smell of their sex filled my nose. I took the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I licked up and down his entire member, squeezing it to milk every last drop of cum. I was tasting another man's cum for the first time. I then started licking and sucking his balls which were wet from Lana's juices. It felt degrading to be serving him in this way, but it was oddly satisfying. After I felt I had done a good job cleaning his cock, I looked up at him for approval. "Don't forget about her," he said motioning towards Lana with a smirk.

Lana was lying with her legs spread and her knees bent. Her gaping pussy was beet red and swollen. And it was filled to the brim with cum! It was beginning to drip down the crack of her ass to her anus. There was so much of it! Licking the little drops off of Gary's cock was one thing, but this would be like lapping up a bowl of milk. I stared apprehensively for a moment, but I knew I had no choice. Besides, I had already tasted cum. There was no going back. I crawled over to her and bent to the task.

I stuck my tongue out and licked up her ass crack catching the stream that had begun trickling down. I slurped it off my tongue and swallowed. The taste was stronger with a larger quantity. Then I plunged mu tongue into her pussy. I put my lips to her opening and slurped up a mouthful. I almost gagged as I tried to swallow it. It felt thick in my mouth. The taste of their combined juices was intense. The smell of her was intoxicating. After I swallowed the initial dose, I enjoyed the aftertaste on my tongue. I began licking and slurping in earnest. Maybe the fact that it was so disgusting and degrading made me enjoy it, but I found myself actually liking the taste. I kept at it, licking up and down her ass crack, all around her labia, licking as deep into her slit as my tongue would go. 

"It looks like our little cum slut is enjoying himself, don't you think?" Gary said, obviously amused.

"It sure does," agreed Lana. "He's sure doing a thorough job."

Gary got up off of the bed and walked over to a closet. I continued licking until I was satisfied she was clean. Then I sat up, wiping my mouth with my hand. Gary walked back over to the side of the bed.

"Don't you think you should thank us for giving you such a treat?" asked Gary.

"Thank you for your cum, sir" I said. "Thank you for allowing me to clean you Mistress."

"You're certainly welcome," said Lana, smiling.

"Now I think it's time to introduce you to another part of your maid's uniform," said Gary. He brought his right hand from behind his back and held up a medium size butt-plug. It was about 4 inches long and about 1.5 inches in diameter at the widest, before tapering to about half that at the base. "Would you like to do the honors, dear?"

"Bend over," instructed Lana as she leaned over to grab a small bottle of oil from the bedside table. I bent over towards Gary who handed the plug to Lana then sat back on the edge of the bed. I felt something cool drip into my ass crack. Then I felt something hard as Lana used the plug to smear the oil around my hole. She ran the plug up and down my crack, trying to coat the entire length. Then I felt her press the tip against my anus and begin pushing. My muscles resisted at first. Then I relaxed and the tip began to slide in. I had played with dildos before and knew what to expect. She pushed it in slowly and I felt my asshole stretching to accommodate the intruder. After the widest part was in it slid in easily and she buried it all the way to the knob at the base.

"There you go. Now, you are to wear your plug at all times unless we say so, understand?" she said. "That'll help loosen you up so Gary's cock doesn't hurt you."

"Yes, mistress," I said. Of course, it hadn't occurred to me how difficult it would be to fit Gary's considerable size inside my ass. This plug felt as if it was filling me up. It was going to take some getting used to having this thing inside me all the time.

"Now it's time to begin your chores while we shower," said Gary. "You can start by washing and changing the bed sheets. There is a list on the kitchen table as well" They showed me where to find clean sheets, and then they went to shower together.

And that was it. Now I was just a maid. I stripped the sex-drenched bed sheets off and began putting the new ones on. When that was done I took the dirty ones down to the laundry room near the kitchen. I put them in the machine and went to the kitchen to find the list. The list contained the kind of things you would expect to see on a list given to a cleaning service: vacuuming, cleaning surfaces, appliances, bathrooms, etc. Since I was already in the kitchen I decided to start with kitchen things. I found some cleaning supplies under the sink and began wiping down the countertops, then the stove, before cleaning the microwave. All the while I was completely naked except for my cock-cage and the butt plug. I felt so exposed. And any time I walked around or bent over, I felt the butt plug move, which turned me on, which of course just led to frustration because the cage kept me from getting hard. The effect was to constantly remind me or where I was and what my purpose was. 

After a while, Lana and Gary came down to the kitchen; she wearing a pink satiny nightgown and he was wearing a pair of black boxer-briefs. They grabbed some take-out that Gary had brought home, poured a couple of glasses of wine, then headed out to the living room. On their way out, Lana came up behind me and pinched my ass as I was leaned over the microwave. I jerked up with a start. She chuckled and patted the end of my butt plug and said, "When you are finished up in here, come join us in the living room." As she walked away, I watched her delicious ass swaying through the fabric of her nightgown, which was barely long enough to cover it.

A short while later after I had finished cleaning the kitchen, I made my way out to the living room where the sound of laughter and animated conversation could be heard. I found the two of them curled up together on the couch. Their empty plates sat on the coffee table in front of them. Lana was just finishing her wine as I walked in. Unsure of what to do, I came in and just stood to the side with my hands behind my back.

"Oh look, our waiter is here." giggled Lana. 

Gary smirked and held his wine glass out towards me. "I think we are ready for a refill, waiter."

I grabbed his glass and the one off the table and headed back to the kitchen. I felt a small thrill at the way they were treating me. It felt good to be serving them. I was also beginning to enjoy the sensation of the plug inside my ass as I walked. I poured them each some more wine, then went back to the living room and handed the glasses to each of them. I then stepped back and stood at attention with my hands behind my back, unsure of how to present myself. Lana glanced at me somewhat uneasily.

"It feels weird to have you just standing there. Why don't you kneel down over here?" she said, pointing to the side of the couch. I went there and knelt down.

"Better yet, why don't you come over and give her a foot massage?" said Gary. 

I shuffled over on my knees and took one of her feet in my hand. I began rubbing her feet as they continued talking. They were just talking about their days, chatting as if nothing special were happening. Gary was sitting with his feet up on the table. Lana was leaned into him with her left hand holding here wine glass and her right hand casually rubbing his crotch trough his boxers. I kept rubbing and massaging Lana's feet, glancing up every so often and wishing that it was my crotch she was rubbing. 

After a while, Lana stopped me and sked me to go to the workout room and grab the massage oil. When I came back they were whispering and snickering to one another. I resumed my position on my knees by Lana's feet, expecting to continue the massage. 

"I think Gary wants you to show him again how much you like his cock," said Lana looking up at Gary and giggling. Gary, grinning, slid his boxers off and spread his legs with his feet on the floor. I set the oil on the table and crawled over between Gary's legs. I grabbed his still-soft dick and started sucking on it. I was swirling my tongue all around it and sucked on it as before. And as before, I began to get turned on. The two of them began talking to each other again, as if I wasn't even there. Lana began swirling her hand through my hair absently as they talked. Her fingers running through my hair as I sucked this beautiful, slowly hardening cock, made me feel warm, almost loved. I poured my warmth and energy into my task. 

"So, how do you like your new job?" Lana asked me.

I stopped sucking and looked up. "I like it," I said.

"You seem to like sucking Gary's cock, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," I answered.

"And how do you like your uniform? Not too uncomfortable I hope." 

"No, ma'am. I don't mind the cage, and the plug feels kind of good."

"I thought you'd like that. A slut like you needs to have her pussy filled," she said with that mischievous smile spreading across her face. "I bet you'd love to feel the real thing, wouldn't you?" She motioned towards Gary's cock, now fully erect in front of me.

I gulped, taking in the size of it. I had been fantasizing for years of being taken by some stud, but now that I was face to face with it, I was scared I couldn't take it.

"Well, don't you want to feel Gary's cock in your ass?" continued Lana.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, telling the truth.

"Well, maybe if you ask him real nicely, he'd be willing to pop that little cherry of yours." 

I just stared ahead at his cock, my fingers still wrapped around the base. I wanted it, I knew that, but I was nervous nonetheless. Then my inner slut began to emerge from somewhere inside and my apprehension faded into desire. 

"Will you please fuck me in the ass, sir?" I asked, looking up at Gary.

"You'll have to do better than that," said Gary. "I'm not sure you want it badly enough." Both of them were grinning at me now, waiting for me to beg.

"Please Master, I want you to fuck me in the ass. I need to feel your cock inside of me. I want you to make me your slut. Use me as your little fuck-toy. Please take my virgin ass." 

Lana was giving me the same devilish smile as she was when she locked the cage on me. "What kind of man begs to have his ass fucked?"

"I'm not a man," I said, humiliating myself further. "I'm a sissy slut. I'm a fuck-toy. I'm a cock whore. I need to be fucked by a real man. Please, treat me like a slutty little bitch. I've been waiting for your cock. My ass is yours." 

The most humiliating part was the realization that what I was saying was true. I really wanted to turn myself into a total slut for him. And for Lana. I wanted to earn their approval. To do anything they wanted.

They knew it, too.

"Lube me up with that oil, then get on your knees on the sofa," said Gary.

I took the bottle of massage oil, poured a little in my hands and then rubbed it over his shaft, stroking it up and down. I made sure to get the whole thing. I wanted this to be as smooth as possible. Then I got up on the end of the chaise lounge portion of the sectional. Gary got up and stood behind me. He took the oil and poured some down the crack of my ass as he grabbed the end of the plug and slowly pulled it out. Before it was all the way out, he began pushing it back in, then sliding it in and out, working the oil into my hole and loosening me up. I began pushing my ass back into him, enjoying the feeling of the toy.

"Oh my god, you really want it, don't you, slut?" asked Lana. "This is going to be so hot. I want you to fuck his ass raw." She was sitting on the opposite end of the couch facing us with her legs spread, fingering her pussy. "I need a better view." She came over and sat down right in front of me, leaning against the back of the couch. She put her hand under my chin and tilted my head up to face her. "I want to be able to see your face as you lose your virginity," she said with that wicked grin still spread across her face.

Gary pulled the plug out of my hole and set it on the table. He put one hand on the small of my back and pushed me down to the sofa, giving my ass a better angle. I felt his hand grab my left ass cheek and spread them apart. Then I felt something press against my hole. I could feel the heat from the tip of his cock. It was firm yet tender. And it felt huge! It felt like the head of a baseball bat being pressed against me!

My eyes must have looked worried as I looked up at Lana. "Just relax," she said, her smiling turning warmer. "Just relax and let it in. This is your place now. You want this. It belongs inside of you." She took my face in her hands lifting me up.

I relaxed my muscles and closed my eyes. I could feel it pressing harder against my hole. As my tension released, suddenly the tip popped in, stretching me wide open! I gasped and my eyes flew open. Lana was looking into my eyes, savoring this moment as her husband stretched my ass farther than it had ever been with his huge member. He was slowly sliding it into me, pausing every few seconds to let me adjust. The pain was intense but bearable. His thick shaft was slowly impaling me deeper and deeper. It felt like my organs were being pushed out of the way to accommodate his incredible size. He began pulling out a little bit at a time and then pushing back in even further, slowly working the rest of himself into me. His hands were on my hips, pulling me back. Finally, with one last push, I felt his hips come to rest against my ass cheeks. His hairy legs felt rough on my smooth shaven skin.

Then he slowly pulled out almost all the way, leaving just the tip inside. My insides felt hollow. I felt him pour a little more oil down my crack and over the length of his dick. Then he grabbed me again and pushed back in, burying himself to the hilt. I gasped and moaned. It felt less painful this time. He began to repeat that with a slow and steady rhythm, pulling out and pushing back in. Gradually my bowels became used to the stretching and the pain subsided. I began to moan with pleasure, enjoying the feeling of being filled and emptied, filled and emptied. 




Finding my Place Ch. 02



During Christmas and the next few days I was floating on cloud nine, I was even overly nice to my younger brother Chris offering to take him and his friends shopping at one of the malls. My mom was concerned, not sure what had gotten into me. She finally asked if there was a "girl" behind my behavior change. "Sort of" was all I could reply, forcing her to drop the topic. I waited patiently for Mrs. Alexander, Olivia, to call, hoping, praying there would be another babysitting opportunity. I waited and waited, what seems like years, though it was only four days until I received the call. It was Olivia asking if I could baby sit Melissa New Years Eve. She apologized again for the last minute request. Apparently they were going out of town for the day, spending a night at some bigwig's place in the mountains and Katie could only stay during the day. She asked if I could spend the night at their place and that they would be back by noon on the First. I of course agreed, given I had no plans anyway. After a moment of silence, Olivia then suggested I come by the next day and she would give me special instructions. In saying it she laughed in her gleeful way which I interpreted in only one way – we were going to have sex again. She didn't make any overt comment about what happened between us or what might happen again, I just let it go. 

Though the Alexanders lived only ten minutes away I left thirty minutes early, forcing me to drive around the neighborhood a bit. Eventually it was noon and I rang the doorbell, not a second late. I had no idea what to expect, if Melissa or even Mr. Alexander were around, or if it was just Olivia and I – she gave no indication of what was in store for me. She opened the door with her usual sense of glee and joy-with-the-world smile and gave me a small peck on the cheek as she welcomed me inside. I didn't say anything or do anything, not sure who was around.

Olivia sat me down on the sofa and then excused herself for a few minutes, heading up the stairs. I sat nervously in the quiet house, making me think that Mr. Alexander and Melissa were out for the day. I then heard Olivia call me, asking me to come upstairs. I jumped out of the couch, bouncing two steps at a time up the staircase to her bedroom door, which was open just ajar.

"Olivia?" I called from outside the door, my heart racing with anticipation.

"Come in, loverboy!"

I opened the door and there was Olivia, standing at the foot of the bed in a black teddy, nylons and stiletto heels – just as in several of the pictures in her photo album. I gasped, my jaw dropping, lost in her beauty, her raw sexuality. 

"You are so gorgeous, so sexy. I am the luckiest guy. I can't believe..."

"Shhhhhh" she commanded, waving me over towards her.

I walked right up to her, grabbed her in my arms, and kissed her. My hands went roaming over her back, cupping her ass cheeks and pulling her into me tightly, my hard cock pressed against her.

"Hurry," she said, "we don't have much time, William took Melissa to one of her friend's in Englewood and they will be back soon. But we have enough time to take care of this!" she said, reaching down and cupping my crotch. She slithered down my body, rubbing her tits against my chest, and deftly undid my jeans, pulling them and my briefs down, freeing my hard cock.

She wasted no time licking and kissing my cock, up and down my shaft before placing it in her mouth. She began by just sucking the tip, driving me crazy, wanting to feel my cock fully in her mouth. I started humping my hips, then grabbed her head with both my hands and gently pushed my cock further into her mouth until I was completely buried. God, what a sensation it was, particularly given the view I had of her perfect little ass sticking out behind her.

She sucked me a few times, and given my youthfulness, it didn't take long until I was ready to cum. I wanted to cum in her mouth and held my hands tight on her head as my muscles tightened and I unleashed a load of cum. I heard her gagging a bit as she tried to swallow it all and released her. As she pulled her face away from my cock, another spurt let loose, hitting her on the chin. Olivia laughed with joy, scooping up the cum and placing it into her mouth.

She stood up again and leaned in to kiss me. I couldn't refuse her, but the sudden thought of tasting my cum on her lips didn't excite me. I kissed her, but reluctantly, she sensed my discomfort and pulled away.

"Trust me, it tastes great!" she said with a huge smile on her face. "It's normal to taste yourself, don't be afraid, it turns a woman on to have a man comfortable enough to kiss her after filling her mouth with his cum."

I needed no more encouragement and initiated a kiss with her, opening my mouth to allow my tongue to explore hers and taste my own cum mixed with her saliva. It was a new experience for me; everything I did with Olivia was a new experience. With her, I was a different person, she gave me confidence.

"God, how I want that beautiful cock of yours inside of me, pumping into my wet pussy," she sensually whispered as she rubbed her hand over it. "But we can't, there's no time, you need to go now. Please hurry!"

"But, but ..."

"Shhhhh, hurry, I know, we will have time soon, trust me."

She watched me pull up my jeans then sauntered over and kissed me passionately. I couldn't let go of her, I didn't ever want to let go of her, but she slowly backed me up towards the door, finally breaking the kiss as she shooed me down the stairs. I let myself out and drove not really sure where I was heading; I couldn't go home but didn't have any other place to go. I drove out a ways and as it turned out, I was passing Cinderella City mall and decided a walk through the mall might distract me sufficiently.

I wandered aimlessly not really paying much attention until I heard my name called out. I stopped, turning around, wondering who would notice me to begin with and then have the interest in meeting me. As I turned around I saw, of all people, Katie, along with two other girls from our class, Meagan and Beth, who were whispering to Katie. I could easily guess they were asking her why she bothered to call out my name, now they would have to chat with the loser.

I decided to ignore them as best I could and focused instead on my new found confidence, on Olivia's words and guidance of stepping up to bat. Without flinching I greeted Katie back and said a cursory hi to Meagan and Beth. I asked how their Christmas was and joked if they were already returning the gifts from their grandparents or something. They all laughed, as that was exactly what they were doing. I also noticed that Meagan and Beth were looking at each other with big question marks on their faces, as if they were asking one another, who is this guy. Katie seemed to take joy in my ability to talk. 

Katie then asked if Olivia spoke to me about the 31st night and I assured her that it was no problem. She apologized and thanked me profusely for my willingness to take over. On parting, Katie said she would see me in a few days. 

Though I would not have the opportunity of meeting Olivia, the idea of seeing Katie at the Alexanders' began to excite me. Since moving to Denver three years earlier I had had a crush on Katie. She was the perfect girl-next-door type, naturally beautiful with short cropped curly dirty-blonde hair, tall and slender body, radiant eyes, and small, pert breasts. She also had an amazing ass and firm, long legs. She seemed to always smile and was very intelligent, one of the smarter girls in our class.

Late in the spring of the previous year, our Junior year, she changed. Her eyes had become distant and cold, she rarely smiled, and never spoke up in class. I noticed the transformation, but of course never broached the subject with her; in fact, I never really spoke with her at all, or anyone for that matter.

Over the summer months I didn't think about it much and when our Senior year commenced, Katie was back to her usual, smiling self. Only, there was another change in her – she actually approached me several times and spoke to me. My loner status didn't seem to bother her and she seemed less concerned about how others were going to judge her. Of course, each time she approached me I usually fumbled through the conversation, being so shy and having such little self-confidence.

Though Olivia had begun to instill in me confidence and gave me instructions on how to interact with women, it was still all so new. I felt comfortable when I had met Katie at the mall but now it was going to be just her and I, and of course little Melissa. The thought of being alone with her made me nervous, making me think about how I was going to come off as such a loser when we met, the though of which made me even more nervous.

It was too late to back out, I was committed to watch Melissa and spend the night of the 31st. When I drove up to the Alexanders' house I parked in the driveway and took several deep breaths before grabbing my bag and walking up to the door. Katie answered and welcomed me in; I was unable to say much more than "hi." Fortunately, Melissa jumped up and ran over to greet me, saving me from an awkward silence with Katie. 

With Melissa present I was able to make some small talk with Katie, giving me time to find my place, remembering my times with Olivia. We talked about their day then Katie passed along the instructions for the night. I then quizzed her about the party she was attending tonight. She explained that every year Dillon's family went to the Country Club party and he asked her along. Dillon was the rich kid everybody loved. Smart, though not intelligent, fun loving, gracious, though certainly not that kind. He and Katie were the "perfect" couple, or so everybody said.

Then Katie started to quiz me on why I didn't have any plans for the night.

"You want the long version or the short version?" I replied, laughing, more to myself than anything.

She sat a moment in silence, just looking at me, like she was trying to see into me.

"The long version."

"But don't you have to get going to your country club party? I don't want to bore you and keep you from your fun."

"Why are you so self effacing?" I just stared at her, my mouth slightly open not able to respond. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend you but it seems to me you are more dismissive of yourself than anyone else. Were you always like this?" she asked me, almost accusatively.

"Why do you care?"

"I'm sorry, maybe I should go. Obviously, I'm prying into your private space. Keep it private all you want."

Now it was my turn to stare at her, trying to read what she was up to. Despite saying she should go, she stayed seated. In our moment of silence, of trying to figure out where this was leading and if it was a path either of us wanted to follow, Melissa burst in, ready for some dessert.

I was a bit slow on responding, so Katie got up and started making all of us chocolate sundaes. 

"Have you eaten yet?" Katie asked. "The Alexanders left lots of food for us. I fed Melissa earlier."

"No I haven't, but its New Years Eve, nothing wrong with starting with dessert first!" I exclaimed. With that, Melissa cheered. I swooped down and picked her up, as she screamed, and told her to grab the chocolate sauce which she started to squeeze over the bowls of ice cream Katie had scooped for the three of us. 

Melissa took her bowl and ran back to the TV room, while Katie and I sat down at the kitchen table. I fell silent, using the ice cream as my excuse for not talking.

"I'm not letting you off so easy!" Katie laughed.

"Why do you want to know my past?"

"Despite what you think of yourself Shaun, you are actually an interesting person. I just wish you wouldn't hide it so much."

Again, I just looked at her, wondering who she was and what she was up to.

"I don't have anything to hide, only haven't found many to share with. I'm not into the whole high school scene, in case you hadn't noticed. It's childish."

"It is, but there are real people out there too, also struggling, you aren't the only one whose had difficulties in life. Trust me!"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes, I'd like to know more about you."

"But honestly, don't you have to go to your party. Maybe another night we can have an opening up session, I don't want to ruin your New Year's."

"Ruin it? Trust me, I'd rather be here talking with a friend than be Dillon's show piece for the night with a bunch of stuck up people I don't know."

"Thanks, Katie; I don't know what to say. I didn't know."

"No, you don't know, so stop judging everybody and being so elitist and allusive."

"Guess I deserve that."

"Let's cook some dinner and I'll tell you whatever you want to know," I suggested.

"Sounds like a great plan, and a great way to start off New Year's Eve."

We heated up a casserole Olivia left for us and cut up a salad. While preparing dinner, after checking in on Melissa, Katie started asking me questions about my past, growing up in rural Kansas, my parents' divorce, and the move to Denver. I opened up to her, telling her about losing my moorings when I moved and the loss I felt given the distance with my sister, Suzie. Katie asked me a few questions about Suzie and my relationship with her. It was the first time I spoke about her to anyone since the move to Denver three years earlier. Katie picked up immediately on my soft spots and showed genuine interest and concern.

We ate our dinner chatting on and on about Kansas, high school, family, friends, and whatever else passed through our minds. It felt so natural, so easy like we were the best of friends for years. By this time, Melissa was out cold and Katie took her upstairs and put her to bed. In the mean time I brought in some wood from the garage and started a fire in the living room. When Katie returned she smiled widely, welcoming the warmth. We curled up on the couch, each grabbing a comforter to cover ourselves up. 

Now it was my turn to pry into her life. It just slipped out, without me really thinking about it.

"Katie, what happened to you last spring?"

With that Katie fell silent, her eyes turned dark and she glared at me.

After a moment of silence, she replied "What makes you think anything happened last spring? What are you talking about?"

"Katie, I'm sorry, it isn't my place to pry. If you don't want to talk about it, it's Ok."

"Did Olivia tell you? How do you know? Tell me," she demanded, angrily.

"Olivia? No, no she didn't tell me anything. I just knew; you changed, I saw it in you. At the time, I just couldn't ask, couldn't say anything. Though I think I know what happened."

"You know? How would you know? How the fuck would you know what happens in my personal life?"

"Katie, I'm sorry, please. Really, I should not have asked."

"No, how did you know?"

"I watch, I observe. I may be a quiet loner but it doesn't mean I don't exist. I can read people pretty well, at least when I'm not all nervous and shy," I replied, laughing, hoping to lighten the mood.

Katie didn't laugh. Rather, she started to cry.

Whispering, I apologized again, "Katie, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for whatever Hank did to you and I'm sorry I pried."

"Do you know what the bastard did?"

"I can guess, but, no, I don't know for sure."

"What, what did he do?"

"Katie, this isn't necessary. I'm sorry. You have two younger sisters, don't you?"

"No, tell me, Mister Observant, thee who sees all! What did he do?"

"Katie, really, I'm sorry. We can ...

"Stop! Stop saying your sorry god damn it. Tell me, I want to hear it from you."

Her voice was still angry, accusative, as if somehow my knowing victimized her further.

"I remember you missing several days of class back in April. And when you returned, you weren't the same. Your eyes are like they are now, dark, distant, cold. Not like you; you are usually so warm, so friendly, so open. I saw it Katie, I saw the change. I think the others saw something too, but they were too afraid, they ignored it..."

"You ignored it. You never said anything to me. You never tried to befriend me."

"No, I couldn't follow through on my feelings, on what I wanted to do."

"But you haven't told me what Hank did. Tell me damn it!"

"Katie, please, this isn't necessary."

"Yes it is, please tell me," she squeaked out as she began to cry. "Please say it. I can't."

I whispered, barely audible above her crying, "He raped you."

With that she broke into sobbing tears. I sat there a moment not sure what to do, shaken by her own pain, my eyes watering up. I finally got the courage to crawl out from underneath my comforter and kneeled on the floor in front of her and hugged her. At first she didn't respond, but after a few moments she lifted her arms and placed them on my shoulders, around my neck and pulled me tighter against her. We stayed like that for a long time, Katie crying into my shoulder. Neither of us saying a word. I ran my hand over her head, through her hair, over her back. 

After some time, she pulled back, looking into my eyes, her arms still on my shoulders, her own eyes puffy with tears.

"Shaun, I'm so sorry. You are the first, after all these months that actually said it, that was willing to admit what happened. All my friends just ignored it, the pretended like they saw nothing, knew nothing. They wanted to believe I was so upset because Hank and I broke up! Can you believe that? They couldn't see me, but you did. Shaun, thank you."

"Katie, can I ... can ..."

"What? What are you asking?"

I took a deep breath. "Katie, you are beautiful." She gave me a glorious smile. "May I kiss you?"

She laughed, "May you kiss me? God, you are silly! What planet do you live on? Nobody has ever asked if they can kiss, they just do it."

I didn't say anything, I just looked at her. She nervously chewed on her lower lip. "Oh, and yes, you may kiss me!" she said, laughing more.

I still couldn't move forward, but then I felt her arms around me pull me into her. Our lips touched, and it was truly one of those magical moments, a kiss you never forget, complete with fireworks exploding around us. Just as our mouths were opening and our tongues were taking their first explorations, the phone rang, jolting us out of our reverie.

Kneeling on the floor for so long, my legs had gone stiff and as I was trying to get up, Katie just jumped off the couch and ran into the kitchen to get the phone. It was Dillon. Giving her some privacy to talk to Dillon I went upstairs to check on Melissa and see if the phone call awoke her. She was sound asleep and on her bed side clock I noticed that it was past eleven o'clock.

I did overhear part of Katie's phone conversation; she lied to Dillon explaining that I had fallen sick and she had to stay on to take care of Melissa. Dillon was obviously mad at her and Katie told him that Beth was probably there and why didn't he just hang out with her and hung up the phone. He didn't call back.

I opened my mouth to apologize to her again, for keeping her away from Dillon, but she just shhhhhed me. She grabbed my hand and we walked back to the living room. This time, we curled up together, Katie in my arms the comforter drawn over the both of us. Katie then went on to tell me what had happened. She cried. I cried. She fell silent. I fell silent. She talked. I listened. 

"Thank you Shaun. I'm sorry if I depressed you. Not the best way to start the New Year!"

"Actually, it is the best way to start the New Year, anew. I can't imagine a better New Year's than being with you, listening to you, sharing with you, holding you."

Katie shifted her self, turning partially around so that we were face to face and kissed me. We slid down further on the couch, Katie on top of me, kissing passionately, hotly. Without even thinking about what was happening or what I should or shouldn't do, I held her tightly, allowing my hands to roam over her body, sliding down her back to her ass. At first, lightly, then harder, I cusped her ass making her moan into my mouth. She slowly began to rub her hips over me, grinding herself onto my hardening cock. I slid one hand up, slowly inching it along the side of her body towards her breast. She lifted her self slightly, allowing me to gently feel her tit.