3 comments/ 43664 views/ 13 favorites My Mistress Knows Best By: MtnManslut A fantasy about domination, public nudity and sex, asses, love, and other cool fun stuff I arrived three minutes late to my mistress' house. I knew she would be displeased. I had stripped at my apartment as she had ordered me to, then walked out to the curb and got in the car empty-handed. I drove to her upscale neighborhood, in the older part of town, with the top down on her cherry red 1967 T-Bird convertible, nude except for my studded black leather collar, in broad daylight. Not wanting to get arrested, I chose to drive on the back streets where there was less traffic, fewer pedestrians and thankfully, no police. Along the way I did get spotted by at least a dozen people, mostly women, some pushing baby strollers, and a couple joggers. It was a beautiful summer morning, already hot but not unpleasant yet. One older lady hesitated before she crossed the quiet street in front of me, deliberately slowing her pace once she noticed my condition. She put one hand to her chest, squinted, then turned and walked alongside the open car to get a closer look. This turned me on like nothing else, so I stayed idling there as long as I could, stretching out my muscular body so she had a full frontal view. My semi-hard cock inflated under the bright sun and the woman's stare, its head leaking pre-cum into the dark pit of my navel just below it. I wanted to touch my sex and hold it out from my tan shaven body, giving the lady an even clearer look, and me a much needed release. But I could still hear my mistress' words in my mind. Somehow she always could tell when I disobeyed, so I reluctantly kept my shaking hands on the steering wheel until I noticed a car approaching from behind mine, smiled at my speechless audience, and slowly drove away. I could see her waving at me in my rear-view mirror as I turned the corner. Not a full block away I noticed a lean young man running in nothing but shoes and a tiny pair of shorts, the same direction as I was heading. I slowed a bit as the gleaming car came abreast of him, and when he noticed me, he smiled, stared and increased his pace. Gradually I accelerated until he could no longer keep up with the car, but before I pulled away I made sure he got as good a view as the lady before him. I really wanted to stop and flirt with him, but I noticed the time. So here I sit, trying to catch my breath and slow my racing heart, feeling the hot sun on my trembling sweaty body, in her driveway. Checking first to see that there is nobody about in the yards next to or across from her home, and no cars or pedestrians on the street, I quickly walk to the front door and ring the bell, acutely aware of my nudity and my raging erection. While her expansive back yard is secluded behind an iron fence and tall hedges, my mistress' front yard is rather small and quite visible from the street and the adjacent homes. I hear the intercom crackle to life, her cold voice asking what time it is. "It's 10:04, Madame," I nervously answer. "You kept me waiting four minutes then. I will keep you waiting the same duration"— "But," I interrupt... "No buts!" she hisses into the microphone, "except for that bubble-butt of yours, it will be nice and red when I am done paddling it. Your outburst has just doubled the time you will wait on my front step!" "Oh thank you, Madame. You are so fair and wise, I will wait here for you all day if I must!" I practically gush, quickly remembering my position in relation to hers. "That's more like it, slut!" she purrs, "Now stand up straight and tall, so anyone passing by can see that you are my slave." I stand as ordered on her shady entry, but two minutes later the sun has moved just enough that a bright beam shines down on me like a floodlight, while most of the yard is still shaded by the huge old maples. Hearing a car pull into the driveway across the street, I shift nervously, wanting to conceal myself as much as the shade will allow, finding instead that the whole step is illuminated by the blazing sun. "Don't you dare move," she commands from somewhere inside. I sense that she can see me, so I stand taller and point my erect member toward the ornate mahogany entry. An older female voice from across the street sharply inquires, "What ARE you doing there, young man?!" I hear my mistress calmly on the speaker, "Did you say something?" "No, Madame. It seems to be your neighbor across the way." "Well don't be rude to her, her name is Mrs. Griffith. Turn around and say something nice to her!" Pivoting to face the well-dressed lady, I greet her cheerfully," I am waiting for my mistress to let me in so I can serve her, Mrs. Griffith. You look lovely this fine morning... may I be of assistance to you?" "I think not!" the matron huffs, wiping her glasses with a silk scarf before replacing them on her nose. Then as an afterthought, "Do you always go around like that in public, in broad daylight?" "That seems to be what my mistress pleases lately, and I must admit I enjoy it immensely!" "Well, on second thought, get your butt over here and take these groceries inside!" I hesitate until I hear my mistress' stern voice on the intercom, ordering me to get moving. My heart pounds in my ears as I stride across the street, totally nude. In my periphery I catch sight of landscapers and painters working on stately homes a few houses down the block but, hoping they will not notice me, I look straight ahead at Mrs. Griffith. Her gaze travels from my grinning, blushing face down to my bouncing erect cock, where it lingers before returning to my eyes. A wistful look passes like a small cloud, replaced by a bright smile topped by a pair of twinkling, mischievous grey eyes. "I don't think we've been introduced yet?" "Oh, my name isn't important, ma'am. I am just a submissive slut put here to serve my mistress. You know her, I assume?" "Of course I do. We have been neighbors for over thirty years, and our husbands were just like brothers." The cloud passes over her face again as she sniffles and looks away. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Griffith," I offer sincerely. "No, I'm sorry for getting so damn emotional myself, it's been over ten years now since he died, and ten years before that since we...," she blushes and coughs nervously. "Oh my gosh!" my eyes and mouth open wide, unable to imagine twenty hours without sex, let alone twenty years, "Surely you've had some romance since then, I mean you look so young and healthy, I bet you'll be enjoying yourself for at least another twenty!" The closer I look at her, the more I am impressed with her well-preserved body, faintly perceptible under her modest dress. Sensing my gaze she explains,"I had a church board meeting earlier, can't wait to get these nylons off and slip into something more comfortable..." "We'd better get these groceries inside then," I volunteer. "We? No, that's YOUR job," she laughs as the trunk of her BMW pops open. I bend over to see what's in there, and feel a soft warm hand behind my knee. I freeze as it grazes the back of my thigh, relishing the feather-soft touch as it nears my most sensitive areas. I spread my legs and bend over even farther, unable to silence the moan coming from deep within my gut. Once her palm arrives at my perineum her fingers reach through to fondle my dangling balls. Meanwhile her thumb wriggles into my butt-crack, stopping at the entrance to my anus. I stifle a squeal by inhaling sharply and holding my breath, but my ass betrays my animal desire. My cheeks squeeze the welcome invader in deeper, while my sphincter opens like a flower waiting to be pollinated. "My, you really ARE a slut, aren't you?" Mrs. Griffith chides. "Has Elizabeth taken care of this hungry hole for you yet?" "No, ma'am," I groan through clenched teeth," I have begged her to, but so far she has only spanked, paddled and whipped my butt!" "Well I'm sure you deserved every bit of it, you naughty man. Do you like getting punished so?" Her thumb is delving into my well-oiled ass now. "Oh, yes, Mrs. Griffith, I do, but..." suddenly unsure how much I should confide in this woman I have just met, I stop. "But what? Do you want more? Do you LONG to be FILLED with a HOT, THICK SLAB of MEAT?" Her mouth is right next to my ear now, making her whispers sound like shouts, and with each word her thumb drives as deep as it can reach in my bowels. "God, yes! I love it, I need it!" I cry out shamelessly, my hips bucking back with each thrust, trying to draw her digit in even deeper. Before my eyes I spot a cucumber in one of the shopping bags, and when I reach out to touch it, my hand brushes against hers. We lift it out together, admiring its perfect shape and size. About seven inches long, two inches in diameter, curved slightly, shiny dark green and covered with little bumps. "Is this what you want, slut?" the older lady teases. "Please!" I sob, my entire body quivering in anticipation. "On one condition," she says, raising her thin dark eyebrows. "Anything!" I promise. "You keep this in your ass until I say it can come out. Do you agree?" She must have read my mind; this is one of my favorite fantasies come true. "Absolutely, Mrs. Griffith, I understand" "Okay then, you better suck on it first, so it will slide in easier." I didn't think it was necessary, but I open my mouth wide, letting her force the thick vegetable past my tonsils and into my throat, swallowing three-quarters of it. When it re-emerges, it is dripping with my saliva, so she is able to push it quickly up my ass-hole. My anal ring contracts immediately, hiding the green invader from sight, but I can feel it in my colon, and it massages my prostate deliciously with every heartbeat, with every breath. "Remember our deal," she demands, before giving each of my quivering cheeks a swift swat, then turns toward the front door."Now get those bags in here, on the double!" I pick up two heavy sacks, stand up straight, and hesitate momentarily to adjust to the feeling of my butt being stuffed full, before following her inside. I pad across the cool slate in the foyer to her kitchen, placing the groceries on the counter where she is pointing. I hurry back outside, delighting in the cool cucumber, shivering occasionally as it squirms around inside me with each step. I discover that if I walk on my tip-toes it helps hold it in, also heightening the sensation, making me feel as if I am really getting fucked. As I walk back inside with another armload of groceries, I spot my reflection in the picture window, observing how my hips sway sexily, almost femininely. I drop the bags gently beside the others and, before I return outside I pause to stroke my raging cock, then reach back to squeeze my cheeks and feel to be sure the "green giant" is staying in place. It is, so I wiggle my thighs extra slutty-like as I strut back to the car for the last load of purchases. Closing the car trunk and front door behind me, I return to Mrs. Griffith's kitchen, deposit the bags on the counter, then look around for something else I can do. I pull the perishables out of the bags, placing them in the refrigerator and the freezer, finishing just as my new acquaintance comes back in the room. Now clad in a white tank top, bright blue satin mini-shorts, and high-heeled sandals, it is apparent just how well preserved she is. Without her "granny glasses" she looks more youthful, even with faint wrinkles around her eyes and neck. My eyes can't help but linger over her freckled tan skin, delighting in her feminine curves. Beyond "MILF" by a few years, but I would still LOVE to fuck this silver-haired beauty, maybe more like a "GILF"? Her eyes capture my gaze, and I sense a hunger inside her that almost matches my own. Our reverie is broken by the shrill ring of her phone, which she picks up immediately. "Oh, hi Elizabeth! I was just going to call you in a few minutes. "Yes, he's still here. Do you want to talk to him? Uhh, I DO have a few more things around here that I could use him for, if you can make it without him for just a little while... Oh? Well, I suppose I could do that, if you think it's... Okay, sure! Yes, I'll call you as soon as I am finished with him, and if he misbehaves at all, I will tell you... Alright, thanks Elizabeth. Bye!" "Hmmm!" Mrs. Griffith muses as she turns back to me, "Elizabeth seems to think that I am too much of a soft touch. She says I need to treat you like the slutty slave that you are, keep your ass red and tender, and to not allow you to cum. What do you think of that?" "She is my mistress. She knows what is best for me. It is not my place to question her judgment. My purpose is to serve her needs, her wants. In so doing I have found deep fulfillment. She can be harsh and demanding at times, but I need it, I love it. She has also been very generous to me already, so I owe her very much. I am rather new at being a submissive, but my mistress is by far the best I have offered myself to. She is so beautiful, and so creative in coming up with new ways to test me and to expand my commitment to her." "She is certainly a lucky bitch, isn't she?" Mrs. Griffith sighs bitterly, "How did she find you, anyway?" "I posted an ad on Craigslist personals, seeking an experienced dominatrix, and we hit it off immediately. I think I am the lucky one, as I've heard some scary stories about the strange people that one can get mixed up with on there." "Well, it looks like Elizabeth finally hit the jackpot this time. I met a couple of her previous 'slaves' and they were nothing compared to you. You are so damn cute; you seem smart, so polite and so cheerful! I can't understand why a young man with so much going for him would put himself in an 'abusive' relationship like that, rather than one in which he is treated with respect?" "I'm no counselor, and I don't pretend to know the answers to your question. But I AM more comfortable being controlled than being in control. Maybe I just don't trust myself yet. I'm not sure what my limits are, but I love to take dares and risks; I trust my mistress to keep me safe, alive and out of jail. Plus, she certainly knows how to keep me excited sexually. "This may be just a phase I am going through, but I want to go as deep as I can in this relationship, to learn as much as I can, to have as much fun in the process. If I can bring her—and you--pleasure, then that is even better." "Now that you mention it, I DO need some pleasuring; it has been soooo long..." Mrs. Griffith purrs, "But how to do it without you cumming?" "No problem!" I enthuse, "I have hands, a tongue, a nose. And I noticed that you have more cucumbers in your fridge, too!" "Oh, those won't be necessary," she laughs, "I have a drawer full of dildos and vibrators in my bedroom. Shall we retire there?" "Yes, by all means ma'am. Lead the way!" "No, you go first. I want to watch your hot little butt jiggle with that fat cucumber buried in there; it must be pickled by now!" I laugh along with her as we climb the sweeping stairs to the second floor, trying to wiggle my hips and ass like the slut that I feel I am becoming. Pausing at the threshold of her bedroom, I admire the frilly white linens and deep cherry wood furniture briefly, before her hand on my rear shoves me to the four-poster bed, where I sprawl spread-eagle on the soft down duvet. I look back over my shoulder as she excitedly kneels between my legs, bringing her face within inches of my ass. "I don't see anything. Are you sure it's still in there?" I feel her breath tickling my sensitive skin as she speaks. "Oh, I'm sure, I feel it there" "Does it feel good? Does it hurt? Do you need it to come out now?" "Yes, it feels great! But it IS getting a bit sore; I do need to let it out soon, thanks." "Okay, push it out then if you can," she allows. And I do. She stares in awe, as my butt cheeks and sphincter work in tandem to force the cucumber out. Now it is warm and soft, still shiny and slick. "Oh that's SO hot!" the older lady exhales, puckering her lips and blowing on my stretched hole. With a rhythm of its own, my anus closes tightly, alternately gaping open, allowing her soft breath to tickle the super-stimulated mucous membranes deep inside my rectum. "I've never been so close to a butt-hole before," she continues, laying the cucumber aside. "When we were younger my husband used to love playing with mine, but I never understood his fascination. Now I think I see..." "Mmmm yeah, I just LOVE asses, both men's and women's... "Did you ever play with his? Did he ever lick yours? Did you let him fuck yours?" I venture. She sighs deeply, "No, I never did get my hands on his... He never came out and asked me to. "Looking back, I think he wanted me to, but was afraid to say so. He never licked my hole either, but I did let him put his penis in it whenever he wanted. I never enjoyed it as much as he did though." "Really?" I prod, "Did it hurt?" I pull myself toward the pillows, leaving Mrs. Griffith kneeling in the center of the king-size bed, twisting around so that I am facing her delectable derriere, soaking in the view for a few long seconds. "No, it didn't really hurt, although he did get pretty rough at times. It just made me feel dirty, like an animal, like..." My hands are on her wide hips now, my fingers sneaking their way into the elastic waistband of her tight, stretchy shorts. "Like a SLUT?" "Yes, that's it; like a slut! And in those days that was considered a very BAD thing." She looks back over her shoulder, watching me as I work her shorts down her thighs to her knees. I inhale deeply, savoring the feminine musk emanating from her hot cunt. "Unfortunately, attitudes haven't changed very much over time," I lament, "Many people still think those who enjoy sex to the fullest are bad people. But I know men, and every man I know wishes his wife, or his partner, was a slut-- at least to her partner, and even if only in the privacy of their bedroom." She had straightened her knees momentarily, allowing me to slide her soft satin shorts past her knees, and then she helped me get them around her sandaled feet and off. "I also believe that ALL of us have an 'inner slut' just screaming to get out; but our own guilt, our family, church, and society use fear to keep it bottled up." My hands roam all over her round globes and firm thighs, at times tracing the lines between her tan legs and back, and the creamy white skin of her butt. "Most folks never get in touch with their deep inner selves, instead letting others tell them what is right and wrong, good and bad." I punctuate my sentences with licks and kisses on her backside, patiently zeroing in on my target. "As far as roughness goes—those of us who enjoy anal sex have a hard time controlling our urges. It just brings out the 'beast' in us... I enjoy pounding into a hot butt-hole nearly as much as I love to have my own pounded, the harder the better!" I have no more words to add, so I let my hands spread Mrs. Griffith's full cheeks apart, my nose and then my tongue descending on her tiny, tender rose-bud. I moan deeply into her crack, trying to loosen her up, and feel the rumble echo back in my ears, as they are squeezed between two flexing globes of flesh. A deep breath, then I dive in again, this time my tongue pushing past the resistant ring of her sphincter, then worming around inside the dark, funky moistness of her rectum. Her fingers busy stimulating her own pussy and clit, my senior lover shudders violently, her whimpers and shrieks muffled by a large soft pillow. Collapsing prone on her bed, her body periodically wracked by orgasmic aftershocks, she looks back at me through glazed eyes, panting. "That- was- fan- tas- tic!" I beam down at her, catching my breath, excited over the prospect of another anal 'convert'. Helping her pull the damp tank top over her head, I lick my lips at the sight of two cherry-topped sundaes. My Mistress Knows Best "Do you think you could let me feel your penis inside me?" the dear older lady pleads, "I really need one badly..." "Oh damn! I wish I could, Mrs. Griffith, but I am sure I would cum instantly, and that would incite the wrath of my mistress..." reminding her of our orders. Her smoldering eyes dart behind me for an instant, before turning their gaze to my throbbing, dripping erection. I sense a presence at the doorway, at the same time registering alarm at the growing puddle of pre-cum I am making on her antique Persian rug. "What would incite her wrath?" my mistress asks, strutting into the room to stand over me. Even without her six inch heels, she is an intimidating force, clad in a tight leather studded mini-dress, thigh-high black boots, and a mysterious feathered mask. The stunning outfit holds her large breasts up and out, reminding me of Elvira, the dark, lustrous leather in stark contrast with her alabaster skin. Her salt-and-pepper mane, tied back in a pony tail, hangs all the way down to her firm behind. "Again, I ask, what?!" slapping one palm with the crop she holds in her other hand, for emphasis. "If I was to cum without your permission, Mistress," I explain, eyes to the floor. "It looks to me like you already have, slut." "Oh no, ma'am; that's just pre-cum," I attempt to justify myself. "It's the same thing, slave; if it came out of your filthy cock, it is YOUR CUM! Now lick it up!" I quickly obey, assuming the doggy position, my face to the floor. "Every last drop! " my mistress orders, her heel on my neck, holding me down. I know what is coming, but not exactly when, so I jump and cry out when the crop hits my backside. Almost instantly the pain turns to a warm, cozy spreading pleasure, so I moan lustily into the wool rug as I try to extract every trace of my discharge. "You'd better not be enjoying this, slave," she warns menacingly, striking my stinging bare cheeks repeatedly, "this is all about Mrs. Griffith's pleasure-- not yours!" Then, turning to her surprised neighbor, lying speechless on her bed, "Are you sure you want this dirty dick inside your body? Wouldn't you rather have one of your nice, clean toys instead? Or how about if I take care of you with one of my strap-ons?" "Um... No thanks, Elizabeth, but I'll take a rain check on that, if I can... It's just been SO long since I felt a real penis inside me, especially one so young, so big." "Okay, suit yourself, Amy. But you had better not make him cum; or else you will BOTH get a royal punishment; understand?!" "Yes, I think so," she timidly squeaks. Grabbing me roughly by my collar, my mistress lifts me to a standing position, then shoves me down onto the bed next to the trembling form of her friend. Reaching into her cleavage, she pulls out a thin leather belt, about six inches long, bends over and wraps it around the base of my cock and balls. Deftly fastening it closed, she cinches it tighter until my erection takes on a purple hue. "That ought to keep you from ejaculating," she comments. "But the biggest part of self-control is in your mind." I ponder her words as she stands back, nodding. "Now carry on where you left off. Amy has an 'inner slut' desperate to escape its prison, right?" I wonder how long my mistress has been in her close neighbor's home, but soon my attention is diverted, as my wanton matron grabs my aching cock and guides it to her hot, wet cunt. Looking into her eyes, I see deep satisfaction replacing a long-denied hunger. Our bodies buck against each other, convulsing through her several orgasms, each one getting more powerful than the last. I look away, trying to think of anything other than the here and now, all the tricks I have taught myself to keep from cumming too soon. After several minutes we both rest, gasping for air, when my mistress' voice reminds us of her presence. "So, Amy-- is there anything else you wanted from my slave boy today?" "Well, maybe one other favor, I don't know..." "Just say what it is, girl; don't be shy. I can't read your mind, you know." "I- I- I'm not sure how to say it... " all of a sudden she is self-conscious. "Say what?! That you want to feel his big hard cock in your ass? Is that it? Do want to be fucked up your ass, Amy?!" "Yes! That's it! I want, no-- I NEED to be FUCKED in my ASS! Oh dear, I feel like such a slut..." "Well that's WONDERFUL, my friend. Enjoy the feeling; get used to it. Embrace your inner slut! Set her free! Confessing that you are a slut is one of the most liberating things you can do for yourself!" My mistress prods her slightly older friend onto her knees, until her hungry ass winks at me invitingly from its shadowy cleft, knees spread wide. I lick my lips in anticipation, bringing my face closer before I am instructed to, earning myself another swift swat at the hands of my angry mistress. "Not so fast, slave! You start when I tell you to." "I'm sorry ma'am, I just thought—" Smack! And another red stripe. "Silence!! You know how to get her hole ready for your big nasty prick, so don't try any short-cuts. If you cause this dear little lady even one SECOND of pain, then YOUR ass is hamburger, boy! Have I made myself clear?" "Oh, yes mistress!" "Okay then, you may start." Enthusiastically I dive in. I kiss and lick up and down my lover's hot crack, accumulating more and more saliva around her winking brown-eye. Using this natural lube, I soon have my tongue buried as deep as it will reach. Still impossibly tight, I do sense it yielding just a bit, so I shift gears to the next phase of the operation. Gingerly reaching down I stroke just the head of my engorged cock, smearing the plentiful pre-cum around my index and middle fingers liberally. Slowly removing my tongue from her pit, I replace it with one slick digit, easing it in to the hilt. This causes Mrs. Griffith to tense and whimper, and I feel the riding crop against my right butt cheek. "Does that hurt, Amy?" "Oh no, it feels divine! Just surprised, that's all." "Alright then, if you feel ANY pain AT ALL, don't hesitate to say so, okay?" And to me she says, "You'd better be EXTRA careful there, slave boy. I want this experience to be pure PLEASURE for my best friend here, you see?" "I see, most loving mistress, and I agree whole-heartedly." I slide the tip of my tongue along side of my index finger as I work it in and out of her tight back door, gradually loosening the squeeze her sphincter exerts on both, until I feel she is ready for another digit. Carefully, steadily I slide both slippery fingers in, pausing at the second knuckle, dribbling more saliva into the opening, then pushing on until they are completely buried. I wait for signs of pain or pleasure, but I can barely hear her panting and moaning, as she has her face buried in a pillow. Content that she is not suffering, I boldly begin to thrust my longest digits in deeply, grateful I took time to trim and file my nails this morning. Alternately pulling them out entirely, plunging and withdrawing, over and over, and over again, I feel her ass relaxing its vise grip. Repositioning myself, I extract more pre-cum from my swollen sensitive head, slathering the liquid velvet generously over all four fingers of my opposite hand. With my face mere inches from her bum, I spot Mrs. Griffith's hand covering her pubic mound, dancing digits teasing her pussy and clit into a lather. My mistress sees it at the same instant, expressing her displeasure with a sharp slap of her crop on the older lady's pale left cheek. Crying into the pillow, reaching back to rub the welt with her free hand, she freezes when she feels the crop tracing circles around the opposite cheek. "Are you a slut, Amy?" "Um, I think s—" Smack! "Yes, I am a slut; I'm sorry, Elizabeth!" "That's right. And sluts do NOT satisfy their own sexual needs; they rely on the kindness of whomever, or whatever, is close at hand. So, if you need someone to tend to your horny little cunt, you need to ask someone!" "Okay then, will someone PLEASE lick my pussy?" the humiliated woman sobs into her pillow, both hands caressing her red rear. "Is that all you want?" my mistress demands. "No, I want some fingers too, and someone to nibble on my clitoris, to help me cum... Ohhh..." "How many fingers? Be specific!" "Three, I guess, then four..." "You guess? You need to be certain if you are going to ask for help. Pay attention to your body; what it needs, what it craves. Do you want my slave to stop playing with your dirty little shit-hole?" "Oh no, please don't stop that! It feels so good, so perfect... But my vagina needs to be satisfied at the same time. I think it will help my anus to relax if I can cum again." "Spoken like a true slut, and I mean that as a compliment, believe me." Afraid of getting caught in the cross-fire of the crop, I had backed off a bit. I feel a sharp heel digging into the back of my ribs, pushing me closer to the bed. "You heard the lady! She might be a slut, but you are a mere slave. Your job is to take care of her needs, so get with it; jump!" I dive back to my previous position, immediately placing three fingers at the entrance to her sopping cunt, my thumb on her clit. As I shove those into her molten furnace, my mouth returns to her horny ass-hole. This time I pucker up and force my lips into her shit-pit, sticking out my tongue and spreading my mouth when it can go no deeper. I exhale a puff of air into her dark rectum, setting off a shrieking, spasmodic seizure of an orgasm. Both orifices expel my invading hand and mouth forcefully, but I stay close, my eyes glued to her quivering shiny openings. "Well, you look like you're about ready for the next step, slut. What do you want now?" my mistress directs her question at the exhausted body lying before me. "I want someone to FUCK my ASS, now! I don't care how hard, just fill me now!" the sweet older lady pleads weakly. "Now's your chance, slave boy; don't blow it." Leaning close, Elizabeth stares as I line up my missile for the assault. With a hand on my left cheek, she pushes me firmly toward my target; groans in harmony with Amy and me, my rampant rod disappearing into the slick dark passage. I have to rest for a moment once my balls nestle against the older lady's sopping pussy, savoring the sensation of being hugged so tightly in a hot, moist velvet glove, though it feels two sizes too small. Before long I feel her bucking her ass back at me, signaling the next phase. My animal instincts take over, and soon I am giving it to her as hard and deep as I have done to anyone. "That's it! FUCK that SLUT in her tight ASS, slave boy!" my mistress hisses. "That's right! FUCK this SLUT in her tight ASS, you fucking STUD!" I am hanging on to her hips for dear life, sweat pouring down my face and chest, slowly losing the battle against cumming. "Elizabeth! I need your fingers in my pussy and on my clit to help me climax, PLEASE!" my older lover begs of her friend. "Aw, since you ask so nice and direct, how can I refuse?" she giggles. I feel her fingers through the thin skin separating Amy's holes, and they send her friend into orbit instantly. With her ass muscles working my poor pecker over, I am lost. I try and warn them, but my orgasm washes over me before I can speak, carrying me into another world. When I return to my senses, I am aware of my mistress' hard glare, my spent sausage being squeezed out of Amy's still-clutching bowels, my cum dripping out slowly. "Don't you DARE let a DROP of that mess touch her precious Persian rug!" I hear as the riding crop lands on my tender bum. I obediently place my mouth at the gaping rear entrance of my sweet older lover; licking, lapping, and sucking all the semen I had just deposited in her, mixed with the tangy taste of her rectum. I am amazed at how much I came just now. "And don't think you are getting away un-punished either, slut!" my mistress hisses at her best friend. "After all, it is YOUR tight horny ass that caused him to spill his seed, so you bear half of the blame!" Yanking me up to stand next to the rumpled bed, she grabs Amy roughly by the hair, pulling her shocked face in front of my drooping dong. "Now suck this nasty cock until it's squeaky clean! I don't care if it tastes like your own shit; you deserve it for being such a wanton wench!" "But, I didn't—" Smack! Smack! "Sluts don't make excuses for their slutty behavior!" Smack! Smack! I flinch with each stroke, even though it wasn't my own behind being abused for a change. I gaze imploringly down at the tear-streaked face below, wishing I could do something to ease her pain. She opens her mouth and takes my limp, slimy member gently inside. Closing her eyes, she swirls her tongue around my sore, shrunken sensitive head, before sucking me deep like a vacuum. Now it's my turn to close my eyes, amazed at how quickly the blood is returning to my weary wand, how hard I am getting so soon. I feel her gag, trying to trap my expanding column in her throat, but it becomes too much for her to handle. Releasing my renewed hard-on, she uses both hands to stroke my shaft, trying to catch her breath. An impatient tap of the crop on her red behind brings us both back to the present. "I told you to clean him up; not to give him a blow-job, slut! His pleasure is not your concern now; have you cleaned his balls yet?!" "No, I haven't; do they really ne—?" Smack! Smack! "Damn right they need to be washed. And since you like to question my judgment so much, I think his dirty ass-hole needs to be cleaned out too! You DID take liberties with my slave, when you put that cucumber up his butt. So it's only fair that you should pay for your audacity, don't you agree?" "Yes, ma'am," Mrs. Griffith whimpers, resignedly. "Well, get to work, then, slut!" I open my eyes to see my sweet older lover staring up into my face with a look of peaceful bliss. Tenderly taking my testicles into her soft mouth, my revived rod resting on her face, she grasps the tube and milks it slowly. Soon the faint veins and age spots on her forehead are glossed over with a thin layer of fresh pre-cum. Her lips and tongue patiently explore every millimeter of my sack, reluctantly relinquishing them when my mistress pulls me away. "Turn around and bend over, slave. Grab your ankles." I do as she says, glancing back over my shoulder, concerned that she may be pushing her friend too far. Expecting to see disgust in Amy's wise old eyes, I am pleasantly surprised when I detect a spark of animal lust igniting her facial features. "Now hold his cheeks apart and get cleaning, slut!" Elizabeth directs. Her soft hands soothing my bruised buns, Mrs. Griffith begins at my perineum, tracing her tongue up one side of my spread crack to my tailbone, then the other side. Smack! Smack! "I said to CLEAN his ass; not to play with it, slut!" Looking into her eyes again, I see an unmistakable sparkle, and when she winks at me, I realize my older lover is enjoying this game as much as I am! Just before she dives into my butt, I see her licking her smiling lips. So I let myself relax and savor the sensation, content that we are all playing our intended parts, as the drama unfolds. Adding to the forbidden pleasure of being rimmed, is the knowledge that this is the first time for my new friend, in her sixty-plus years. I am not sure if it is her moans or mine, or both, but I feel a delicious rumble inside, right down to my core. Much sooner than I would prefer, I feel my mistress pushing us apart again. With a firm hand on my collar, she forces me to bend down, so that Mrs. Griffith and I are face to face, inches apart. "Kiss this dirty slut, slave, and be sure to use plenty of tongue! I want you to taste your nasty ass in her mouth." I open wide and devour the older lady's lips. Gazing deep into my lover's eyes, I see unbridled passion, wild lust, and extreme pleasure. It's as if my own inner slut is smiling back at me in a mirror, and I like the way it looks. Tasting my own ass on her lips, tongue and teeth, I let the raw sensuality of the moment sweep me away. Forgetting that my mistress is present, I grab Amy behind the head, my hands roaming through her soft silver hair, around her shoulder blades, down her back, pulling us into an even deeper, more soulful kiss. When at last we come up for air, Elizabeth is scowling at us, arms akimbo. She must have removed her leather outfit while I had my eyes closed or distracted, so I see my mistress in all her glory for the first time. With nothing but her boots and mask on, sexuality oozing out of her pores, an aura of power surrounds this imposing beauty. "It looks like you are enjoying yourselves way, WAY too much. I think it's time for ME to experience MY fair share of pleasure here. Now roll over, slut!" She guides her friend onto her back, her head at the edge of the soft mattress. "Have you ever licked a pussy before, Amy?" "No, ma'am; but I've wanted to taste yours for years!" "I thought so," purrs Elizabeth, "Slave-boy was right, you DO have an inner slut begging for release-- a bisexual, anal, submissive slut!" Deliberately placing her knees on either side of Mrs. Griffith's ribcage, feet pinning her arms down to the bed, she lowers her bald beaver until it hovers just out of reach of her friend's tongue. "Is there something you would like?" teasing her torturously. "Yes! There is NOTHING I want MORE than to LICK your PUSSY; to have you SQUIRT all over my face!" "But that sounds 'kinky'. Why would you want to do that?" "I AM a kinky slut; that's why... Your puss is so beautiful; it smells so delicious. And I have wanted to do it since I first saw you naked in your hot tub, almost twenty five years ago!" "Wow! It's nice to finally get THAT out in the open," my mistress moans ruefully, planting her dripping cunt on her older friend's face, "Just think of the fun we've missed out on since then..." "Oh, I am so sorry, ma'am. I promise to make it up to you if you let me, mistress?..." Amy muffles, barely intelligible since her tongue is buried in her best friend's snatch. "Oh? Does this mean you are offering yourself as a slave?" "Yes, please! If you'll have me, I'm yours!" "Well, I suppose my stable can accommodate one more whore, plus you HAVE demonstrated remarkable potential today..." "Oh thank you, thank you, mistress!" Mrs. Griffith gurgles happily, "You won't regret this!" returning to the task before her. "And on the subject of whores, where is my slave-boy?..." I find that I have drifted into a trance, recalling every detail of the day I first met Mistress Elizabeth and, through her, was introduced to my submissive, slutty true self. What a month it has been, experiencing new adventures every week, reaching heights of ecstasy previously unimaginable. We have come so far in such a short time... "Hey slave! Are you here?" "Yes, ma'am. Sorry, I was just—" "I don't give a damn WHAT you were doing. I am due for a 'colon cleansing' and I believe you have the instruments to perform the procedure?" "Yes, of course; I am ON it..." Dropping to my haunches, hands spreading her perfect round orbs, I look down into Amy's twinkling eyes as I lower my mouth to the little rose-bud not more than an inch from her nose. With our tongues pleasuring both of her juicy holes simultaneously, we have her shouting out with joy. "Oh, GOD—fucking AMAZING! TWO slaves at once; I'm in Heaven..." "Mistress?" I tentatively ask. "What is it, slave boy?" "I will be in seventh heaven if only you will allow me to put my humble cock in your most beautiful bum..." "Mmm, it WOULD feel good, and I DO need more than a tongue there. I didn't bring any of my dildos with me. And after all, you DID help me recruit a fresh slave today, so I guess... Under ONE condition, that is." My Mistress Knows Best "Anything!" "Don't even THINK of spilling your slimy semen in my body. If you can't keep from ejaculating, then you are to pull out and cum on my NEW slave's FACE. Okay?!" "Oh, thank you mistress. You have my word." Glancing back down into Amy's happy eyes, I don't think she has a problem with this arrangement at all. Rising to stand behind her, I am again overwhelmed by this amazing body. Although nearing six decades herself, my mistress is still the epitome of strength and sex, definitely worthy of my devotion and worship. I reverently slide my obelisk deep into the inner sanctum of her ass, my soul transcending this world, aware of nothing but the union of our bodies and spirits. "You may thrust now, if you can handle it," her suggestion barely penetrating my mental fog. It feels like I am in an out-of-body experience, looking down on this hot scene from far above, as I begin drawing out of her grasping anus, then drilling back in mechanically. I am barely able to postpone my orgasm until I have felt the tell-tale twitches of her sphincters rise and recede, coupled with her frantic screams and moans. My balls and scrotum bounce all over Amy's nose and eyes, compounding the intensity I feel bubbling up inside. "See if you can put your hand in HIS hot ass," I hear Elizabeth instructing her newest slave, raising one knee to free the arm trapped under it. For a moment I feel four fingers inside our mistress' pussy, slickening themselves with its abundant nectar, and then they are knocking at my back door. I welcome them in, along with the thumb which somehow snuck in at the same time. A few strokes of her little fist in my colon are all I can handle. "Oh no!" I bellow, pulling my twitching red rod out of the dark depths. I have just enough energy in reserve to lift my mistress by her knees, my shaft sliding below her slippery vaginal lips, as I try and aim at the expectant face below. The first two volleys shoot past her pale breasts to her tan belly, the next two splatter her tits, and the rest pours out onto her smiling, contended face. "Wow!" she pants as my ass forces her hand out of its clutches. Using this free hand she spreads my warm deposit around, until her entire face, her chest, and even her stomach is coated with the glaze. I stagger backwards, while Amy's hand wanders towards her own sex. Immediately it is slapped away by that of an alert observer. "Haven't you learned anything today, slave?" "Oh, I have, really, I just..." "Just remember how a slave is to get satisfaction, or you will have to go without..." "Yes, mistress. If it isn't too much to ask, I would love to feel your fingers and tongue in my hot pussy. Both of you have just come, and I really need to..." "Have you ever had another woman eat your cunt, slave?" "No, I haven't." "Well then; today is a day of many firsts. I will help you celebrate!" Pouncing on her older friend's pussy, Elizabeth attacks it with gusto. All that can be heard is her slurping and smacking her lips, her fingers sloshing in and out of Amy's insatiable quim. Her moans rising to a crescendo, the senior lady lets her body go once again, convulsing in a series of tremors, until she is too tired to move. "Thank you SO much, dear mistress..." "Help me get her under the covers," Elizabeth finally speaks to me, "She will probably sleep until the sun comes up tomorrow, after what she's been through today." I gently lift her small limp body in my arms, allowing the covers to be pulled back. Laying her down, I stretch her petite frame out, remove her sexy sandals. She is breathing softly through smiling lips before we have her tucked in. Kissing her forehead affectionately, her friend whispers, "Sweet dreams, slave slut; we will continue your training tomorrow." Retrieving her leather mini-dress from the bed-post, my mistress slips it back on and fastens the chrome snaps. Leading me downstairs, she pauses at the front door to see if the coast is clear outside. A Jaguar slowly rolls by, and then we start back across the street. It is almost unbearably hot in the sun now, but the shade still feels comfortable, with evening fast approaching. "We have lots of preparations to do in the next few hours," Elizabeth informs me as we walk, "At seven o'clock six distinguished guests will arrive for hors d'ouerves and drinks. YOU are to be the server as well as the featured entertainment." "Entertainment?" I inquire as we walk up her brick walkway. "Yes, I had a stripper pole erected on my patio the other day. You can use it to showcase your gymnastic and dancing skills, and your other, 'special' talents too." My imagination runs wild, sending blood pulsing into my incorrigible cock. She smiles when she sees my reaction. "I THOUGHT you would like the idea," closing the door behind me. "I also bought two large dildos that can be clamped to the pole wherever you wish but, then again, you may not need them tonight." "And why would that be?" I ask, smiling. "Two of my guests are bisexual men." Now my mind is in over-drive, and I am unable to conceal my excitement. "Down, boy!" she playfully teases, massaging my balls and erection, "We're going to need this later, and I don't think that even YOU can stay hard all day and half the night without some rest and nourishment." I have to admire her wisdom, so I try and will my energetic member to relax while she places a healthy spread of fruits, nuts, cheeses, and healthy drinks on the granite counter. "Come to think of it, I seem to have burned off some energy today myself, I wonder how?" Her laughter is music to my ears, as I munch on the tasty treats she has provided, anticipating an evening of pure, hedonistic delight.