2 comments/ 37557 views/ 43 favorites The Ethical Slutmaker By: KrisCherita "We find it's often useful to speak to both members of a couple individually, as well as together," said Alexis. "Many times, there are things they want to say that they're initially too embarrassed to say to each other but will say to a therapist, and sometimes we can tell them how to raise the subject in a safe way. Dan, if you go with with Rita, and Tammi, you stay here and talk with me..." The pretty blonde stood, and led Dan out of the consultation room: Tammi noticed that her husband seemed slightly reluctant to leave at first, and she tried not to let her irritation show. Alexis leaned back in her chair slightly and said, "I'm going to put some relaxing music on. Is that okay?" "Sure." "What seems to be the problem? I know it's about sex, that's why you chose us --" "Dan chose you. Not me." "But you must have thought something was wrong, or you wouldn't be here as well. What is it?" Tammi looked at the therapist. She was a gorgeous Jamaican woman whose red silk blouse hinted at a spectacular cleavage. "I think Dan is getting bored with our sex life. I don't think he's having an affair, but the way he looks at other women -- especially women like you..." "Like me?" "Women with big breasts. He thinks I don't notice, but I do." "Ah." Alexis looked at Tammi sympathetically. She was a waif-like petite blonde, with a pretty face, tiny tits, and a small but very shapely butt. "How long has this been a problem?" "Only the last year or so. We still love each other, but sometimes when we're having sex, it feels like he'd rather be with someone else." "What about you?" "What? No! But I should be enough for him. What can a woman with big breasts do for him that I can't?" Alexis smiled slightly. "Do you really want an answer to that question? I could show you some movies." "You mean porn?" "You've never watched porn with your husband?" "No." "Would you consider it?" "I... do you think it would help? Don't all the women in porn have big fake boobs?" "Not all. And not all of them are fake. But I'm going to have to ask you a few more questions about what you'd be happy watching, and maybe doing. Our aim here is to help both of the partners in a relationship get more enjoyment out of their sex lives. So. Would watching other women upset you?" "I don't know. I mean, I'm not a lesbian, so that stuff doesn't do anything for me." "So for it to turn you on, there'd have to be at least one man involved, as well as a woman?" "I suppose so." Tammi was finding it difficult to concentrate. Maybe it was the music, she thought. She was suddenly aware of Alexis's perfume -- or was it some sort of incense in the room? -- as well as just how attractive she was. "But if there was more than one woman, that would be okay?" "I suppose so..." She shook her head. "I don't know." "It's only video. Your husband wouldn't be able to touch the women, just look at them. Isn't that the important thing? Or is looking the same as touching?" "No..." "If you look at a woman, that's not the same as touching her, is it?" "No..." "I mean, you're looking at me now. I think you're even looking at my chest. That's not the same as touching my breasts, is it?" "No..." "If I took my top off and let you see my breasts, that wouldn't be the same as you touching them, would it?" "No..." Tammi blinked, imagining Alexis undoing her blouse and revealing her breasts, right there in the office... or was she only imagining it? The vision seemed much clearer than any dream she'd ever had, and why would she be imagining the therapist lifting her tits so that she could lick them and kiss those big brown nipples? "No, of course not. So, if your husband was imagining sliding his dick between my tits, that wouldn't be the same as him actually doing it, would it?" "No... but..." "But what?" "Would he want to do that?" "Maybe. We can ask him when he comes back. A lot of men love the feeling of fucking a big pair of boobs. And a lot of women like to see the head of a cock poking out between their tits, they get turned on seeing it come, seeing how much of the come goes into their mouths. And since you have such tiny titties, it's not something you can do for him, is it?" "No..." "So you really shouldn't mind then, should you?" "No..." "Try relaxing and saying, 'I don't mind'," she crooned. "I... don't mind." "I don't mind if Dan imagines fucking a big beautiful pair of tits." "I don't mind if Dan..." "... fucking a big beautiful pair of tits." "I don't mind Dan fucking a big beautiful pair of tits." "Good! That was easy, wasn't it?" "Yes." And, to her faint surprise, Tammi did feel better for having said it. More relaxed, and surprisingly horny. "Good. Now, let's talk about things you do do for each other. Oral sex?" "Yes, of course." "He eats your pussy? Licks your clit?" "Yes." "Does he do it well?" "I think so.... He's gotten much better at it with practice, and he's always been willing to give me equal time, but I don't have much to compare it with. I haven't slept with many other men." "Or women?" "No!" "Okay. I'm not saying you have to try it, but sometimes women are just better at eating pussy. In my experience, at least. Do you suck his cock?" "Yes." "Does he come in your mouth?" "Sometimes." "Do you swallow it when he does?" "Yes." Tammi was feeling even more horny now, and had to fight the urge to start rubbing her crotch. "What about anal?" "No. Never." "A beautiful little ass like yours, and it's never been fucked? Has he asked?" "No..." "Have you asked him to do it?" "No... I... doesn't it hurt?" "Not if you're doing it right: it feels utterly fantastic. Incredibly intense. When I'm ready for it, when I'm really turned on, there's nothing better, it can me make come harder than anything else one person can do. Having a cock in my mouth or between my boobs, or having my nipples sucked, they're great, they really turn me on; having someone eat my cunt or fuck it or rim me can make me come and come, but playing with my clit while I'm being fucked in the ass... hell, I'm getting horny just saying it, imagining it." She sucked on her nipple, then on one finger, getting it wet, and slid a hand between her thighs. "Lucky I'm not wearing pants, or they'd be soaked. You've really never tried it?" "No..." "Then you clitorally don't know what you're missing. Has he ever rimmed you?" "What's rimming?" "Licking your asshole? He's never done that?" "No." "Have you ever licked his?" "No. Do men like that?" "Some don't, and some never try it, but the rest of them fucking love it. Especially if they can straddle your head and fuck your tits at the same time, or if they're sandwiched between two women, fucking or being sucked by one while the other rims them... ask your husband if he'd like to try it sometime. And one good rimjob deserves another, so if he's got any decency, he'll rim you too. What about toys in your ass? Vibrators, beads, butt plugs..." "No." "Not even touching your asshole with a finger? Has he ever done that?" "I don't think so..." "Not even when he's eating you? Or when you're on top? Just a gentle touch can push you over the edge into another orgasm. Maybe you should try it while you masturbate. Go on." Tammi hesitated, unsure whether she'd understood. "You mean, now?" "Sure. Don't worry, I won't be embarrassed. I'm a sex therapist; it's part of my job. If it makes you less self-conscious, I can get naked too." Without waiting for a reply, Alexis stood up, shrugging off her blouse, then unzipped her short skirt and let it fall to the floor as she walked out from behind the desk, completely nude. Tammi caught herself staring at the therapist's shaved cunt and hypnotically swaying boobs as she walked towards her couch and sat down beside her. "Well?" Alexis asked. Tammi realized she was blushing. "I've never done it with someone watching before." "Not even Dan?" "No." "Not even when you're sucking his cock? Getting yourself wet so he can fuck you? Or is seeing his cock, tasting it, knowing what's going to happen, imagining it, enough to get you wet without that? Are you wet now? Touch yourself and see." Tammi looked down, reached down and pulled her skirt up to her waist so she could touch her damp crotch. Her labia parted as her fingers brushed her sodden gusset, releasing a small rivulet of pussy juice that trickled down to her asshole, and she realized she was enjoying the feeling of rubbing her clit gently through the thin cotton. "Are you wet?" Alexis repeated. "Yesss..." "Let me see your fingers." Tammi reluctantly stopped diddling herself for long enough to raise her right hand, and realised a moment later that Alexis was sucking the wetness from her fingers. "I..." "What?" "I'm not a lesbian." "That's okay. Neither am I. I'm bisexual. I love cock just as much as you do." "Oh. Good." "Take your pants off. It'll be easier." Alexis released her hand, and without being conscious of doing anything, Tammi felt her knickers slide down her thighs, giving her unrestricted access to her cunt. Her thumb strummed her clit while she slid a finger into her wet hole, and a moment later, she came loudly. "Ooh. Now, doesn't that feel better?" "Yesss..." "Good. Now, now that your fingers are nice and wet, touch your asshole with your little finger. Does that feel good?" "Yes..." "Are you thinking about Dan's cock?" "Yesss..." "You want it in your cunt, as deep as it can go, don't you?" "Yesss..." "And then in your asshole?" "I..." She blinked. "I don't know." "It's bigger than your finger, isn't it?" "Yes." She giggled. "Much bigger." "But not too big for your cunt?" "No." "Is it too big to fit in your asshole?" "I don't know." "Do you think it might hurt?" "I don't know." "Would it help if you saw another woman being fucked in the ass and telling you how good it felt?" Tammi blinked again. "Maybe." "Which would be better? Dan fucking you in the ass, or watching another woman being fucked in the ass." "... I don't know." "Both about the same? As good as each other?" "Maybe." "You'd like to see another woman being fucked in the ass just as much as you'd like Dan to fuck your ass? Is that right?" "I... I think so." "Would you like to watch me taking it up the butt? I'm more than happy to take a ream for the team." Tammi giggled. "Good. What about rimming? Would you rather do that, or have it done to you, or see it done first?" "I..." Tammi realized that she was so turned on that concentrating was difficult. "I'm not sure." "See it now, and if it turns you on, do it later?" Maybe it was just Alexis's voice, but that sounded good. "Okay." "Great. Just keep playing with yourself for a moment." Alexis stood, then walked over to the desk, bending over just enough to give Tammi a good look at her ass and cunt. "Send him in," she said, then reached across the desk and removed a plastic tube from one of the drawers. A moment later, the door opened, and Rita led Dan in by his erection. Tammi was only mildly surprised to see that they were both naked, and that Dan was fondling Rita's boobs -- boobs smaller than Alexis's, but still much bigger than Tammi's, and certainly large enough to be pushed together and fucked. Tammi wondered briefly where that thought had come from, and remembered saying that she wouldn't mind if Dan fucked a big beautiful pair of boobs, and Rita's were beautiful as well as big. Then she saw Alexis squirting creamy lube onto her asshole, and realized what Dan was going to fuck instead. "Peach lube," Alexis crooned, as she looked over her shoulder and winked. "Yummy!" Rita held Alexis's asscheeks apart, Dan dropped to his knees behind her and began licking the star around that hot little hole, which blossomed open as Alexis's grin widened. "Oooh yeah, baby," she gasped, as she reached down to jill herself off, then winked at Tammi. "See? It's fucking fantastic. What do you think, Dan? Do you like licking my ass?" "Yeah," he replied, reluctantly taking his tongue away from her butthole for the few seconds it took to say, "I fucking LOVE your ass!" "Would you like to fuck it?" "OH YEAH! Just say when!" "Not yet. Keep licking until I come, and then it's all yours. What about Tammi's ass? Do you love that?" "Oh yeah!" "Would you like to lick that? And fuck it?" "FUCK YEAH!" He pushed his face back into Alexis's gorgeous ass, and resumed rimming her with even greater enthusiasm. Tammi realized that she had her little finger up her asshole to the knuckle, three fingers pistoning furiously into her cunt, and her thumb diddling her clit, and that she was about to come harder than she could remember doing before. She shrieked "FUUUUUUUUUCK!" loudly enough to drown out the soothing music and Alexis's laughing with pleasure. When she'd recovered from the orgasm enough to focus, she saw the therapist's grin, and heard her say, "Enjoying the show, honey?" "oh fuck yeah" "You ain't seen nothin' yet!" said Alexis, pushing her left tit up to her face with her free hand and sucking on the nipple while Dan continued avidly licking her asshole. A moment later, the threw her head back and moaned, then drew a deep breath and said, "Okay, baby, that feels so good I hate to ask you to stop, but it's time to put your monkey where your mouth is." Dan, licking his lips, clambered back to his feet and guided his cock into Alexis's slippery little asshole. The sensation as his glans passed through the tight sphincter with a faint pop! and the shaft slid all the way into her gorgeous butt was so pleasurable that he almost came instantly, but he gritted his teeth and controlled his breathing until it synchronized with Alexis's. They soon established a rhythm that had both of them gasping with joy. "Is that good, Dan?" Alexis crooned. "It's the fucking best!" Alexis grinned, and winked at Tammi. "It'll be your turn next, baby. That's what you wanted, isn't it? He licks and fucks another woman's ass, then he licks and fucks yours." "yes..." "So, every time he licks and fuck's another woman's ass, he has to lick and fuck yours." "uh-huh" "And every time he fucks yours, he can fuck another woman's." Tammi thought that sounded a little strange, but she felt she couldn't disagree with Alexis now. "uh-huh." "And you're happy if he fucks other women's tits as well. Remember?" "uh." "He can't fuck your tiny titties, so it's only fair, right?" "uh-huh." "But because you've got a beautiful butt as well as tiny titties, he should fuck your ass at least as often as he fucks other women's tits. I mean, that's only fair, right?" That sounded fair to Tammi. Better than fair, even: fantastic. "Yessss..." "So, the more often he fucks other women, the more often you get fucked. Isn't that great?" "Uh-huh." She giggled as she finger-fucked her ass and cunt, faster and faster. "And one good rimjob deserves another, so you get to lick his ass as often as he licks yours, right?" "uh-huh." Rita slid down from the desk and knelt behind Dan, parting his butt cheeks and running her tongue up and down the crack before homing in on his asshole and licking tight little circles around it. Two minutes of this exquisite pleasure was enough to push Dan over the edge into an explosive orgasm, and Alexis and Tammi came a few seconds later. No-one moved for several minutes, and then Rita stood and kissed Dan's ear. "One good rimjob deserves another, right?" "Absolutely," he gasped. He pulled his softening cock out of Alexis's asshole, and Rita bent over the desk and parted her cheeks. Alexis looked at Tammi, smiling gently, and said, "Must be your turn for a rimjob, too." "oh good." "Come here." Too weak to walk, Tammi slid off the couch and crawled towards her. Alexis lay on the floor on her side and said, "Well?" Tammi stared at Alexis's distended asshole, and blinked. "Come on," said Alexis. "It's okay. I'm not a lesbian, remember? You just saw me fuck a man. My ass is full of come, if you don't believe me." "Oh." "Don't you like swallowing your husband's come?" "Uh-huh." "Well, then? I don't mind if you keep playing with yourself while you do it." Tammi felt slightly disappointed, though she couldn't articulate why, so she stuck her tongue out and licked up a few drops of mingled come and peach-flavoured lube from Alexis's glorious ass. It tasted better than she'd expected, so she took another lick, this one much closer to the hot hole that had given her husband so much pleasure. Soon, she was swirling her tongue around inside Alexis's asshole, French-kissing it as deeply as she could. A moment later, she felt someone kiss her own cheeks. "One good rimjob deserves another," Rita repeated, before putting her talented tongue to work, and soon the four of them were in a daisy chain, then a ring-a-ring-a-rosettes, Tammi rimming Alexis who was rimming Dan who was rimming Rita who was rimming Tammi. Tammi had lost count of how many orgasms she'd had before Alexis stopped licking Dan's butthole for long enough to say, "This is wonderful, but I really need to take a shower and Rita and I need to get dressed ready for our next appointment." Tammi reluctantly extracted her tongue from Alexis's ass and groaned softly as Rita also disengaged. "fuck your next appointment," she grumbled. Rita laughed. "Maybe we will," she said, "but you still have to get out of here. Don't worry, I'm sure Dan will be happy to buttfuck you as soon as you get home -- or there's a hotel around the corner, if you don't think you can stand to wait that long." Tammi stuck her tongue out sulkily, but she pulled her skirt down and grabbed her handbag and followed Dan into the empty corridor. "My wallet's in my pants, and my pants are in Rita's office," he said apologetically. "Can you put this on your card?" "Sure." She walked up to the reception desk, and the receptionist, a beautiful Indian woman with tits even larger than Alexis's magnificent boobs, took her Visa card and slotted it into a machine. Tammi punched in her PIN, too distracted by the hint of fuckable cleavage to notice just how much the session cost and too high on afterglow to care. "Thank you," said the receptionist, smiling. "And please, most of our business comes from word of mouth, so if any of your friends aren't satisfied with their sex lives, tell them you know where they can come. Do you want to make another appointment?" The Ethical Slutmaker Ch. 02 Melissa gasped through the hole in the massage table as Alexis rubbed oil into her back. "Your muscles are very tight," said the therapist. "Is it okay if I put some relaxing music on?" "If you think it'll help," Melissa replied. "It can't hurt. Apart from the tight back, you seem to be in great physical shape for a woman your age. Forty, right?" "Forty-four." "And you're a librarian?" "Yes, at the university. Does it show?" she asked wryly. "No, I just looked at your application." "Oh. Why did you need to ask so many questions if I'm just here for a massage?" "We need to know if you have any injuries, especially if they're work-related. Besides, we don't just do massage - Rita's a registered nurse, and I'm a qualified sex therapist," Alexis purred. "We have a holistic approach here, so we have a standard form in case clients have any issues." "Oh. Well, I don't really have any." "Issues?" "Sex." "Ah. How long have you been divorced?" "Just over a year." "How long were you married?" "Until the kids were ready to move out and we didn't have to argue about custody. Why?" "Your emotional state can have a big impact on your health. That's why you're so tight. What do you do to relax?" Melissa snorted. "You don't relax?" "I can't." "Why not?" "I don't know. I just don't have the knack, I guess." "How long has it been since you had sex?" Maybe it was the strange music, strangely reminiscent of her university days, or the incense, or Alexis's soothing voice and the feel of her hands on her back, but Melissa found herself wanting to open up to the younger woman. "You mean, with someone else? Nearly two years." "That was with your husband?" "Yes. Our last attempt to see whether there was anything left saving. We decided there wasn't." "And with yourself?" "Last Sunday night." "With a vibrator?" "No. I hate buying things on the internet, and I haven't worked up the nerve to go into a shop that sells them. I'm scared of running into someone from my old church." "I have vibrators here," Alexis said, smiling. "Other sex toys, too. You said your 'old' church?" "Yeah. It's where we met; I stopped going there when we decided to get divorced, but Paul still goes. I think. My parents were very religious, very strict, and it's how I was brought up." "When was the last time it was with anyone other than Paul?" "Twenty... twenty-three years ago. When I was at university." "Fuck... sorry. Excuse my..." "It's fine. Fuck is what I mostly did, when I wasn't studying." "Ah." "It was my first real time away from home, and I just went wild. I was a late developer, my boobs didn't really start growing until I was nearly sixteen, but by the time I was eighteen I looked like Jessica Rabbit, they were so big everyone thought they were fake until I proved they weren't. I mean, I was a nerd then, I still am, but - well, I was used to hearing I was smart, but this was the first time anyone thought I was sexy. I mean, you wouldn't know it to look at me now, but I had a killer body." "You still do. You have better breasts than I do." "Bullshit." Alexis walked around to the head end of the table, and removed her smock. Melissa looked up, and found herself staring at a pair of big, beautiful brown breasts, close enough that she wondered whether she could reach them with her tongue. "Okay," she said, "mine were bigger -" "Still are." "Yeah, but when I take my bra off now, they're almost down to my waist. When I was eighteen, they were firm, without any stretchmarks, and I was so proud of them, I loved dressing to show them off." "You were a tease?" "No, I was a total slut!" She giggled. "Well, not at first. I was terrified of going all the way; I took a virginity pledge when I was twelve, even had one of those silver purity rings, though I took it off when I went to university and only wore it when I went home. But I had big thick glasses and I was used to feeling like a freak, and I was so glad when boys liked me, even if it was only my tits they liked, that I let some of them cop a feel. Then I met Pat, a guy I liked enough that I went back to his room and let him see my boobs while he jerked himself off. The next time we went out, I let him suck them, and that felt so good that I sucked the other one myself." "It's a great feeling, isn't it?" Alexis crooned, briefly stopping massaging Melissa's shoulders to free a hand so she could lift her own right tit up and kiss the nipple. Melissa realized that her own nipples were swollen and hard, and that the towel on the massage table was tickling them pleasantly, but she repressed the urge to follow suit. "Where was I? Oh, yeah. He put my hand on his junk, and came all over my arm. That freaked me out a bit - I was so innocent back then, I immediately took a shower with my knickers on so I wouldn't get pregnant, - and the next day I went to the campus Sexuality Information Office. I not only learned about contraception, I learned a lot about oral sex and masturbation and even anal. I didn't realize then that the girl there was so friendly because she was a dyke and was hitting on me, but... well, I'll get to her later. "I went out with Pat a few more times, and after a while, he said he wanted to fuck me. He had condoms, he'd even brought lube, but I said no. So he asked if I'd suck him, and I said no. He asked if he could eat me, and I said yes, but I still wasn't going to fuck him... he said okay, and he licked my clit and ate me out until I'd come. Then he asked if he could fuck my tits." "Wow. What did you say?" "I was feeling so good I said yes! He used the right amount of lube, and it felt fantastic, even when he came all over my tits and my neck. We did that a few more times, but he kept hassling me to either fuck or suck him, and I kept saying no, and eventually he dumped me for a psych and theatre arts double-major everyone called Brianna the Buttslut. I used to think that was just because she wore tight jeans with no panty line, but then I heard she was very promiscuous and really loved anal sex. A few weeks later, I started dating Tom, who turned out to be one of her exes, and while he was going down on me - he was much better at it than Pat - he started licking my asshole like she'd taught him." "Did you let him fuck it?" "Not that time. I let him fuck my tits, though he wasn't really into that, and then jerked him off. I wasn't going to let a guy assfuck me on our first date...well, not back then. Like I said, it was a long time ago. But a few days later, I screwed up my courage and snuck over to an adult bookshop to see if they had any videos of people having anal sex - the web was pretty primitive back then and DVDs were still new, but the place was... educational. There was a sign in the window saying they were looking for staff, and the woman there thought I'd come to apply for the job. She seemed disappointed that I hadn't, but she was helpful anyway - showed me a lot of toys and furniture, sold me some condoms and lube, gave me a safe sex lecture, and put a video on in one of the booths so I could watch women getting cornholed. I don't know how long I was in there, jilling myself off, but I eventually staggered out of there, and the next weekend, I let Tom do me up the butt. I found out later the reason Brianna had dumped him was that he always came too soon, but that's not such a bad thing when you're still learning to take a cock in your ass." Alexis grinned. "True, dat." She moved around the table to massage Melissa's lower back. "After a few more dates - oh, yes, that feels good - I learned that the smart thing to do was to make him come using my tits and my hands, then he'd eat me, then he'd rim me in the shower, and then I'd let him he'd fuck my ass, so that he'd last longer. We got serious enough that we went to the clinic to get tested together so I could suck his cock without a condom and let him come in my ass. After that, I decided that since he didn't mind licking my ass, maybe I should lick his. By the end of the year, I was rimming and sucking him and swallowing his come nearly as often as he was rimming me." She sighed. "And then he dropped out, and I started dating other guys. I'd suck them or let them fuck my tits if they ate me well enough, but we never got serious enough to start fucking. "Then, one night, I was at a party and I got a little drunk, the punch was a lot stronger than I realized, and Brianna took me aside and started telling me how much her date, Will, loved my tits. She asked what it would take for me to show him they were real, maybe let him touch them... I asked what she'd give me if I said yes, and she suggested that she or Will would drive me anywhere I wanted to go for a week. Now, even if I'd been sober, that would've sounded pretty good: I had to catch two buses to get to my part-time job in a bookshop, and the weather that month was pretty miserable. So I said yes, but I wasn't going to do it there, we had to go into one of the bedrooms. I hadn't expected Brianna to follow us in, but maybe she was worried I was going to try to steal him - anyway, I took my blouse and my bra off, and said 'You can touch them, if you're gentle'. I only meant Will, and he was the only one I expected to take me up on it; I could see his jaw drop slightly when he saw my tits, and he stroked my right boob with this feather-like touch it like it was a something holy or incredibly valuable, slowly spiralling in towards the nipple, which was already getting tight. Brianna wasn't quite so shy; she cupped my other boob and lifted it towards her face until the nipple was almost touching her lips, not kissing it, just breathing on it gently, and then she smiled and asked, 'May we?' "I was a bit light-headed and already turned on; I wasn't even sure whether she was speaking English or French, and I didn't know how to respond, but I must have nodded, because a few seconds later they were both sucking on my nipples and it felt like there was some incredible energy flow going right across my chest and tugging gently on my clit... why am I telling you this?" "Because telling the truth is therapeutic, and you know you can trust me," Alexis crooned. "Oh. Okay." "We have a rigid code of ethics in this clinic. Everything we do is meant to make people feel good, especially about their bodies." "Uh-huh." "So. Did you come when they were sucking your tits?" "Yes," she said, dreamily. "A wonderful slow orgasm that seemed to last forever. When it was over, I actually thought I heard applause." She giggled and blushed. "Actually, I did. Brianna hadn't closed the curtains, and some of the people who'd gone outside to smoke were looking through the window. Brianna wanted to keep showing off, but Will and I managed to close the curtains without him letting go of my boob. Brianna stopped sucking me, and took Will's cock out and sucked that for a minute so he wouldn't come in his pants. We left the party; Brianna asked if I wanted to go to bed with them, but I thought I'd better go back to my room instead," she said wistfully. "I wasn't sure, then, how I felt about sex with women, or with more than one person at a time. By morning, though, I was pretty sure; I'd been playing with my clit and sucking my tits all night just imagining it, both of them sucking my tits, Will's cock in my hand, Brianna's fingers up my ass... mmm. "They kept their promise about driving me around, too, for the whole semester, and Will was a real gentleman about it - though when he took me back home, I kissed him and put his hands inside my coat so that he could fondle my boobs. Then I went to my room, and Tom fucked my ass, but while that was good, I couldn't stop thinking about Brianna and Will. The next night, though, Brianna picked me up from the shop, asked how much they were paying me, and told me I could make a lot more working at the adult bookshop and drove us there so I could apply. I thought she meant I'd be working behind the counter, but no, they wanted girls for the peepshow." "What did you do?" "I said I'd try it, on nights when I wasn't working in the other bookshop, partly because the money sounded so good, and partly because I knew Brianna thought I'd chicken out. But I didn't last very long - and neither did most of the men who came to see me; a lot of them came almost as soon as they saw me lick my boobs. The tips were good, but some of the men were old or ugly or just a turn-off, but sometimes they were my age, and the thought that I might bump into them on campus made me too nervous and too horny for it to be fun. Fortunately, the woman working the night shift sold me a butterfly vibrator and anal beads, but it took all my willpower not to start using them as soon as I was in the car. The third and last time I worked there, when Will picked me up, I asked if he and Brianna were still interested in a threesome. He said that Brianna was cramming for a test, but he was sure she wouldn't mind being distracted for a while. "We went to Brianna's room - Will had a key, so he didn't bother knocking - and she was cramming, all right: sandwiched between two guys on her couch, the guy underneath her balls-deep in her cunt while the one on top fucked her ass. She looked startled when we came in, but not embarrassed; she looked at the bulge in Will's crotch, and then at my tits, and licked her lips as she grinned. 'Room for one more,' she said. Will just backed out of there and shut the door in a hurry." Melissa blinked, suddenly realizing why the scent of the incense in the room was familiar. Brianna had used an incense that smelled exactly the same in her room, and had given some to her; she said it masked the strong fragrance of sex, especially anal sex. "Will and I went back to his room instead, and he made love to my boobs. I don't just mean he fucked them, though he did that too: he damn near worshipped them. He didn't neglect the rest of me, though: he ate me out better than anyone else ever had. "When I saw Brianna in the library the next day, she was completely unapologetic. 'Do you know how hard it is to find two guys who'll let you suck both their cocks at once and have a swordfight in your mouth? Or who'll fuck your twat and your ass at the same time, nothing between their cocks but a little bit of skin, and do it well? It's something I always wanted to try, and believe me, it feels fucking fantastic. Will's welcome to join us at any time, or I can squeeze him in when they're not available, but those two are keepers. If that doesn't suit him, well, he's all yours, if you want him.'" Melissa shook her head. "But that was Brianna for you. I have to say, though, that I've never really seen the appeal of being... what do they call it in porn? Double penetration? Have you?" "I've had threesomes and foursomes," Alexis replied, "sometimes with two men, but I haven't tried that. One of my co-workers here loves it, though. The more cock she can get, the better - especially if it's in her ass. Of course, she likes women, too: I'm not saying she's crazy." "I should introduce her to Brianna." "Maybe you should. Do you still keep in touch with her?" "Only online. She runs a talent agency in LA nowadays. I remember asking her, when we were at university, why she didn't just become a porn star; she said that most of them have short careers and never make it into mainstream acting, which is what she wanted to do. I know she worked behind the scenes on some porn movies, though, doing make-up and that sort of thing." "What happened with Will?" "We kept going out, and staying in. He was the best boyfriend I'd had, as well as the best lover. He always made sure I came at least as often as he did, licked and fucked my ass almost as often as he did my tits, and never tried to pressure me into letting him into my cunt. But he was a year older than I was, and he graduated a year ahead of me and got a job in London. We emailed each other for a while, a lot of it x-rated, but he soon found himself a steady girlfriend, and so did I." "Uh-huh." "Danni, the girl from the Sexuality Information Office. I'd noticed her looking at my tits before, but I always thought she was just wondering whether they were fake, like everyone else. It took Brianna to tell me that she was gay, and to say that if I was interested, I should go back to the office just before they were supposed to close, and say that I thought I might be bi and ask her for advice. So I did." "What happened?" "We went out for coffee a few times, and made out in a movie once before she came back to my room. It was slower and a lot more romantic than I was used to, then, and I was so fucking horny that I just took my top off and said, 'Don't you like me?' almost as soon as we shut the door. She only hesitated for a few seconds, then we were both stripping off while we kissed. Her breasts weren't as big as mine or yours, but they were firm and perky and fit in my mouth nicely, and we went from sucking each other's tits in a sort of 69, then kissed our way down our bodies until we were licking each other's clits. We were about the same height, so it seemed like the logical thing to do... she was better at eating pussy than any man I'd been with, but she didn't like it when I touched her asshole, and she wouldn't touch mine. But she loved tribbing, and she also liked to fuck me with her boobs while she sucked my tits, rubbing her nipple up and down my slit and around my clit, teasingly at first, and then..." She suddenly gasped. "Oh fuck, I think I just came, just from remembering it!" "There's absolutely no need to apologize or feel embarrassed," Alexis reassured her, when her breathing had returned to normal and the post-orgasmic flush had started to fade. "It happens here all the time. How long were you together?" "A couple of months. It was mostly fun while it lasted, and she seemed okay with the fact that I'd had sex with men before - but she was strictly monogamous, and as good as the sex was with Danni, I found myself missing being fucked hard in the ass. I tried using my fingers and vibrators and different sorts of toys, but none of them felt as good as a real cock, and I realized I wasn't ready to give up on men yet. Danni didn't take it too well when we broke up, and that left me feeling shitty, so I asked Brianna what she did when she ended a relationship. She said she didn't really have relationships, no-one had ever dumped her except for Will, and she'd never had a problem finding men who would fuck her whenever and however she wanted to be fucked. Her philosophy, as best as I could understand it, was that if we could just get rid of jealousy and possessiveness and a lot of patriarchal bullshit, and let people who wanted to have sex with each other do it, as long as they did it safely, and no-one had to do it when they didn't want to, the world would be a much better place." She smiled. "Of course, she rarely said no, and not many men said no to her. She asked if I wanted her to set me up with one, and I said no. A few days later, Brianna invited me to the wrap party for a play she'd been in, said maybe I'd meet someone I liked there, so I said yes." Melissa was silent for a moment. "I don't remember what the play was - I didn't see it - but Brianna and I were the only women at the party and there were a lot of men. I remembered what had happened at the last party I'd been to with Brianna, so I was careful what I drank, so I know I wasn't drunk. There were some joints being passed around, but I didn't smoke any of them. So I'm not sure why what happened, happened... Maybe I was just really horny after breaking up with Danni... anyway, after a while, I was sitting on the couch wanking two guys while they sucked my tits and Brianna ate me. She was wearing a skirt but no pants, and I remember men applauding as she pulled a string of anal beads out of her ass. Someone must have started arguing about which was hotter, my boobs or her butt, and she bet me that she could make more men come by the time the CD had finished, just using her ass, than I could with my tits and my hands and my mouth. The Ethical Slutmaker Ch. 02 "I can remember almost every detail of that party, except what I was thinking. I have no idea, now, why I accepted the bet, or what I was supposed to get if I won, though the loser had to blow every man who hadn't already come. I remember that there was some strange instrumental music playing, not party music but something Brianna usually had playing in her room..." She shook her head. "Anyway, she gave me some lube for my cleavage, and I ended up on the bed with guys straddling me while she bent over a desk, and the men played paper-scissors-rock to see who would go first, until Brianna said it would be more fun for everyone on her team if they started with the guy with the skinniest cock and worked their way up to the thickest. "My first guy was one of the two I'd been jerking off, and he came almost instantly, so for a moment I thought I might win. The next one, though, took it nice and slow; he was really good looking, too, with a long curving uncircumcised cock, and he seemed to want to savour the experience. He was playing with my nipples while he fucked my tits, and doing a fantastic job of it, too, so after a while I stopped caring whether I lost the bet. Eventually he came, most of it going onto my tongue and into my mouth, then kissed me on the forehead and made room for the next guy. "The next guy wasn't as good looking - I think he was one of the stage hands, not an actor - and he wanted to squat over my face so that I could lick his balls and asshole while he fucked my tits. I figured that I could get him off more quickly if he did it that way, so I said yes. It's not the most comfortable position, and he was hairy down there and not particularly graceful, though he was grateful. Brianna often said she wasn't exactly fussy when it came to men who came in her, but she did have some standards of hygiene and good manners. As far as I know, no-one who fucked her ever turned nasty, even afterwards. I don't know how she did it, but she could be incredibly persuasive; it was like she had them eating out of her hand." "And out of her ass." Melissa giggled. "Yeah, that too. Anyway, after the third guy had come - as I'd expected, it didn't take very long - I asked the fourth if he'd like to try the same position. It didn't occur to me at the time that I could suck one of them while the other fucked my tits. Anyway, he said yes, and I got him off... and that's when I noticed that the music had already stopped." "Oops." "Yeah. Brianna had known when the CD would finish - it was one of hers - and had managed to time it so that her fourth guy came before mine did. So, technically, I lost, but she said it was a tie, so I only had to blow three guys while she blew another two." She shook her head. "I don't why I went so crazy that night, but I've never done anything quite like that again. I went out on a few dates with two of the guys I'd met that night, and a few others, and a couple of women, but by then, I'd decided that I wanted more than just sex. Even with women or teenagers, you can't fuck all the time; I wanted someone who could talk about books and other things I cared about, as well as having great sex. And in my final semester, I found him - well, he found me, when he came into the bookshop where I was working: the second-hand bookshop, not the adult bookshop. His name was Matt, I'd seen him around campus but never spoken to him, he was kind of cute and doing a post-graduate degree in history, and we hit it off almost instantly. He'd heard a little about my reputation, but he didn't care; he'd never fucked Brianna, which was a definite plus; and he understood that my cunt was off-limits, though he wasn't religious himself. After a few weeks, we were spending nearly every night together. I didn't fuck anyone else for the rest of the year, because I didn't want to. He was the first boyfriend I'd had who I actually wanted to take home to meet my parents, and he must have felt the same way, because just after the exams, he said that maybe we should get married." The room was silent for a moment, except for the soft music coming from the sound system. "A few weeks later," Melissa continued sadly, "some drunken shithead ran a red light and killed him. "I was back at home with my family, going to church every Sunday again, and I started feeling as though God was punishing me for having been such a slut. My parents helped me find a job in the local library and introduced me to a man they knew, Paul, the accountant who managed the church's books. A few months later, we were engaged; by the end of the year, we were married, and we hadn't even slept together. That was a mistake. "He had an average-sized cock, but not much experience at using it - I don't think he was a virgin, but I'd probably had sex with more women than he had - and he had more inhibitions than imagination. His idea of kinky was to let me get on top; his idea of foreplay was to kiss me and turn out the lights. It wasn't too bad at first, but after I'd had two kids, I could barely feel anything when we fucked, which we did less and less often: once a week, then once a month, then a few times each year..." She sighed. "At least he didn't believe in that quiverfull bullshit, a boy and a girl were enough, and he was a good man in a lot of other ways, reliable, kind... and we both loved the kids, so we stayed together for their sake. But they left home, and my parents died, and after that, keeping up appearances didn't seem as important as being happy." "And are you?" "I'm less unhappy. That's a start." "You haven't found anyone else?" "I'm a bit out of practice. Oh, I've tried the bars and other meat markets, but middle-aged men don't turn me on. That's the problem with porn, too: sure, a lot of the girls are young and yummy, but nearly all of the men are old. What I really want is some nineteen year old, old enough to know what he's doing but young enough not to think he shouldn't, who can fuck me in the ass and be ready to do it again less than an hour later. The sort of nineteen year old I see by hundreds of on campus every day." She blinked. "I've never told anyone else that..." "But you know you can trust me," Alexis crooned, "and didn't it feel good to say it?" "Oh fuck yeah... but how am I supposed to pick up a boy like that when I'm old enough to be his mother? I can't just ask if the ones who come up to the desk whether he'd like to fuck my tits or my ass!" "Wouldn't a lot of them say yes if you did? A sexy woman with big beautiful fuckable boobs, who loves anal and has a lot of experience giving blowjobs and rimjobs? Some would probably come in their pants if you suggested it, but they'd be ready again in a couple of minutes. Fuck, I'm getting turned on just saying it, and I'm not even male!" Melissa giggled. "It's not that easy." "It can be. We have a wide range of clients on our books, and students doing internships. What would you say if I told you that I have lube and condoms and if I pressed a button, there would be two young men in here within minutes, with clean bodies and dirty minds, one of who loves tits and the other who is deeply into women's asses?" "Yes. I'd say yes. Yes I will. Yes." Alexis grinned. "Roll over onto your back." She walked over to the sound system, pressed a button, then returned to the massage table and bent over Melissa so that her boobs hung just over her mouth. "Let's get you ready," she said, caressing Melissa's tits with her oily hands and pushing them together so that she could suck both nipples at once, her talented tongue tracing figure-eights around the delicious coral nubs. Melissa felt her nipples, already swollen rigid, tighten even more, and her cunt, already moist, begin to leak. Without conscious thought, she filled her mouth with one of Alexis's beautiful boobs, and for a moment, nothing else in the universe mattered. Then Alexis looked up, and grinned. "Just what the therapist ordered," she crooned, lifting Melissa's head so that she could see the two naked young men standing at the far end of the massage table. "Meet David and Goliath - I mean, David and Jon." The men smiled. David was blonde and athletic-looking, with an average-sized erection; Jon was dark, hairy and rather scrawny, with an uncircumsized schlong only slightly shorter than his forearm. Melissa stared at them as they approached the table from either side, until their cocks were close enough for her to grab. Without needing any prompting from Alexis, she reached out and fondled them, while they bent over to begin sucking her nipples. After a few minutes of this delightful sensation, Melissa turned to David and murmured, "Get a condom and some lube," then to Jon, whose caressing of her breast displayed both greater enthusiasm and greater expertise, "You have a beautiful cock, but sorry, it's too big for my ass... But if you'd like to fuck my tits, go and sit on the couch." Both men moved so quickly that they seemed to blur, though Jon took a few seconds longer to stop sucking her nipple. Alexis helped Melissa down from the table, kissed her clit as she pulled her panties down to her ankles, then helped her slightly unsteady new client over to the couch, where Jon was waiting. Melissa knelt between his legs as though ready to pray, then wrapped her glistening boobs around his dick, working the foreskin up and down and licking the glans as though it was the world's sweetest lollipop. David crouched behind her and ran his tongue down between her asscheeks, then circled the hot little puckering hole, tentatively at first, then with more pressure. Melissa stopped sucking Jon's cock just long enough to murmur, "Oh fuck that's good!", and Jon gave her butthole a quick kiss before gently sliding a well-lubed finger into her ass. Melissa threw her head back and wailed, and Jon withdrew his finger. "Too much?" "No... just... give me a minute. I want your cock up there, but... just a... that was the best goddamn orgasm I've had in years!" She panted for a moment while continuing to rub her tits up and down the length of David's dick, then muttered, "Okay. Take it as slow as you can, until I tell you to fuck me hard." "As you wish." He grinned as he eased the head of his cock into her slippery pucker, then both gasped as the glans popped through her sphincter and he felt her asshole clench around the shaft. He slowly slid his way further and further inside, taking his cue from her breathing and the speed at which she rubbed her tits up and down the length of Jon's rod. Within minutes, she was urging him to ram his cock into her as her orgasms hit her in waves without a break in between. Alexis, sitting on the office chair, had her skirt hiked up so that she could finger her shaven cunt while she sucked on her nipples and watched the as Jon ejaculated in Melissa's mouth, too much for her to swallow at once, and David came a moment later. Finally, Jon pulled his shrinking condom-covered cock out of Melissa's ass and collapsed onto his back, and Melissa clambered onto the couch to sit beside Jon while she caught her breath, semen still dripping from her chin onto the post-orgasmic flush glowing on her chest. Alexis stopped jilling herself off, and handed the trio a box of wet-wipes for them to clean themselves off. She waited until all three of them had staggered towards the showers, the men supporting the well-fucked Melissa between them, before reaching for the intercom. "Naomi-chan? Make sure the last client, Ms Tetona, doesn't leave without making another appointment. And just charge her the standard introductory rate: Brianna said she'd pick up the tab for any extras. Oh, and when you send the invoice to Brianna, tell her we're nearly out of incense." She grinned, buttoned up her top and pulled her skirt back down to mid-thigh. "Okay, send in my four o'clock." The Ethical Slutmaker Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Patient Care "Do you have some place you need to be?" Rita asked, as Terry glanced at his Rolex. "No. I'm meeting my wife for dinner in an hour, but she's persuaded me to take the night off." "Then please take your watch off, too. You can leave it where you see it, if that helps." He obeyed, though with obvious reluctance, and looked around the room, grimacing at the poster that read 'Happiness is a journey, not a destination'. "Does it block my chakras, or something like that? I'm not into tree-hugging hippy stuff." Rita smiled, and lit a stick of incense. "Me neither. I'm a qualified nurse practitioner; I can change into my uniform, if you prefer. It's probably a little tight on me, now, but I can still squeeze into it." "No, that's okay." "Good. This is just a relaxation massage, and it'll be easier for you to relax if you're not always checking the time. I've set a timer, and the music will stop at the end of the hour. That's why we asked you to set your phone to silent, too." "Huh." "You've never had a massage before?" "Been too busy. My wife organized this. Anniversary present." Rita nodded as she poured oil onto Terry's back. "Yes, I know. I've seen her here a few times; she's one of Alexis's regulars. She obviously thinks you need to relax - and to judge by these muscles, she's absolutely right." "I'm fine. I just have a high-pressure job." "What about when you get home? Do you slow down at all, or is it all go-go-go there, too?" "I don't just work nine to five, if that's what you mean. Sometimes I have to take it home with me." "What about in bed?" "I sleep okay." "I didn't just mean sleep." Terry felt that he should take offense at the implied question, but couldn't. Maybe it was the feel of Rita's hands on his back, or her lovely English accent, or the relaxing music, or the strange incense. "You mean sex? I'm not having any problems." Rita didn't reply. "We have sex every weekend. Well, almost every weekend. When I'm home." "Do you turn the phone off?" "Not that it's any of your business, but no." He was silent for a moment. "Has my wife said something?" "I can't discuss what another client has said," Rita purred. "I thought that was only doctors and lawyers. And priests, I guess." "We have a strict code of ethics here. Client confidentiality is part of it. And we also borrowed 'First do no harm' from the Hippocratic oath. We're also sex-positive, and our priority is making people feel good, especially about their bodies. So even if your wife had said something, I couldn't repeat it." "You think once a week isn't enough?" "Does it matter to you what I think?" Terry blinked, and realized that it did matter. His cock was hard enough that it was poking out of his underpants, and he wondered how good it would feel to slide it into this yummy little blonde. He cleared his throat. "I'm a faithful husband," he said. "I don't fool around. Angela has no reason to complain about that." "I believe you," Rita crooned. "Your muscles would tell me if you were lying." "I mean, she's the one who has girlfriends." "Girlfriends?" "I don't mean... they're not lesbians... okay, a few of them are, or bisexual anyway... They're women, who've been Angela's friends since they were at school together... some of them baby-sit for us..." "Do they stay over on nights when you're not home?" "Sometimes. Why?" "I can't discuss anything Angela has said to me, of course," said Rita, "but we do couples counselling here and... you do know she's bi, don't you?" "Well, she was, before we were married..." "Do you think she's sleeping with any of these women?" "I've wondered, but I don't..." "Getting her pussy eaten?" "I..." "It's okay," Rita said soothingly. "I'm a nurse, remember? I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Does the idea of your wife getting her pussy eaten turn you on?" Terry was surprised to find that his cock was even harder than he realized. "I..." "Good: I thought so. How often do you eat her pussy? As often as she'd like?" "Well..." "Okay, then, as WELL as she'd like?" "I don't know." "Your wife's a gorgeous woman. A woman that hot deserves to have her pussy eaten more than once a week, right?" Terry hesitated. It certainly sounded perfectly reasonable when Rita said it. "I suppose... yes?" He felt his cock twitch as he said it. "Of course she does. And she deserves to have it eaten well, and that takes practice. Right?" "Yes, I..." "Good. Of course, what's fair is fair. If a woman has done a good job of eating her pussy, it's only fair that Angela return the favour. Maybe at the same time. How often does she suck your cock? Every time you fuck?" "No... not quite... once a month, maybe?" "Do you come in her mouth?" "Yes. Sometimes." "Which means you can't fuck her straight away?" "No." Terry felt unable to lie. "Not even that same night?" "Sometimes. Not always." "Uh-huh. Does she come when you eat her pussy?" "Sometimes. Not often." "Or when you fuck her?" "Sometimes. Not often." "I see. Maybe the problem is that you're in too much of a hurry. You like sex, don't you? You like how it feels to have your cock inside your wife's pussy?" "Yes." "And how it feels when she's sucking your cock?" "Yes." "And how it feels in her arse?" "I..." "You've never fucked your wife in the arse?" "No." "Don't you want to? I can assure you that if you both know what you're doing, anal sex feels fucking fantastic! But maybe she thinks you'll come too soon for her to really enjoy it." "Oh." "Until we fix that, you won't know what you're missing. Most days, I just can't wait to finish work so I can get a hard cock up my butt. Of course, I spend a lot of my day looking at people lying face down, so I see a lot of bums close up, but I also see a lot when I'm walking down the street. Don't you ever see a beautiful arse and think you'd love to get into that?" "I..." "No women in your office who you fantasize about bending over the desk and reaming until they cream and scream? You haven't been paying enough attention. Too focused on your work. Missing out on some of the best things in life. Like arses. Please tell me you rim your wife, at least." "Rim?" "Lick her arsehole." "No... I..." Terry felt slightly crestfallen at the idea of disappointing Rita, though his cock remained just as hard. "Well, there's your problem! Women are much more likely to let you buttfuck them if you rim them first!" "Oh." "It's like eating a pussy before fucking it. It's not just good manners, it's a turn-on for both of you. Right?" "Uh... right." "Of course! So, when you want to get your wife in the mood for fucking, ask if you can eat her out. And when you want to her to say yes to some hot tight mindblowing anal sex, ask nicely if you can lick her arse. Maybe join her in the shower, when she's nice and clean, then get down on your knees and beg - it puts your face at the right height for it if she says yes. Right?" "... right," he replied, feeling sure it was what Rita wanted him to say. "But that doesn't solve the problem of you coming too soon. So from now on, the longer you wait to come, the better the orgasm is going to feel. Won't that be great?" "Yes..." "And besides, you like how sex feels, right, not just coming? Just like Angela does. So that's another reason to want to make it last, right?" "Right." "Well, that should be easy enough, with just a little bit of attitude adjustment and positive reinforcement. So. You said that you were a faithful husband. Have you ever fucked anyone else since you were married?" "No." "Never?" "No." Rita raised an eyebrow, but she knew it was almost impossible for someone to lie under the influence of the subliminals in the music and the incense. Even if he had been able to lie, she would have been able to tell from the feel of his back. "That's good! So you've never come inside another woman's pussy, mouth or arse in all that time?" "No." "Good. Now, I want you to turn over, and I'm going to take your underpants off. Okay?" "Okay." He rolled onto his back, careful not to fall off the massage table, and saw that Rita had stripped off her smock and skirt. He was still trying to think of something to say when she climbed up onto the table, straddled him, and impaled herself on his towering erection. She giggled as his cock slid all the way up her shaven wet warm cunt, then leaned forward and placed a finger on his lips. "This feels good, doesn't it?" "Yesssssssss." "But you're a faithful husband. You don't come in other women. Right?" "Yessssss." "Your wife wouldn't want you to come in another woman, would she?" "No." "You're not going to come until you can fuck your wife, right?" "Uh-huh." Rita grinned, then pushed her perky breasts up so that she could lick her nipples. "Do you like my tits?" "Yesss." "Sucking my tits would feel good, wouldn't it?" "Yesss." "I'm going to bend down so you can suck my tits while you fuck me, but you're not going to come, because Angela wouldn't like it." "Mmmf." "Even if you were fucking me up the arse, you still wouldn't come, because Angela wouldn't like it." "Mmmmm." "You can only come where and when Angela wants you to come." "Mmmmm." "I'm going to take my tits out of your mouth, and you won't be able to suck them or touch them until you say it." "I can only come when Angela lets me come!" "You love fucking, you love how good it feels, but you can only come where and when Angela lets you come. Say it." "I can only come where and when Angela lets me come!" Rita grinned, and leaned down to feed him her lovely boobs. "Good boy. Now, let's see, how can Angela tell you when she wants you to come?" She thought back to what Angela had shrieked when Alexis was licking her clit. "I think if she says, 'oh fuck I'm coming!', that probably counts as permission. But only if she says it, right?" "Mmmmm." "Or if she says, 'Come in my mouth' or 'come in my arse' or 'come on my tits'... that's obviously saying it's okay. You get the picture?" She ground down on his cock. "Yes, I think you do. That's good." "Mmmmm." "Of course, she might give you permission to come somewhere else, like in another woman's arse, but only if she's there as well. And if that happens, it would be only fair if she and the other woman were also having sex, wouldn't it?" "Mmm-mmm!" "But she would only do that if you were very nice to her. And probably very nice to the other woman, too. Otherwise, she might not let you come at all, or she might tell you to come in your pants before you'd even got your cock out, and then you'd miss out on the fun. And you wouldn't want that, would you?" "Mmm-mmm!" "Good boy! So, it pays to be nice to your wife, doesn't it?" "Mmm-mmm!" "And that means letting her go out with her girlfriends, because the idea of her having sex with other women makes you horny as hell and even more eager to eat her out." "Mmm-mmm!" "And that means eating her pussy when she wants you to, for as long as she wants you to." "Mmm-mmm!" "But always ask permission first." "Mmm." "And the same with rimming her. Though getting down on her knees and kissing her pussy or her arse while you're having a shower is a good way of telling her that you still think she's sexy." "Mmm-mmm!" "Of course, eating out other women's pussies or arses is fine, because you can't come without Angela's permission, can you?" "Mmm-mmmm!" "Just like you can't come in my cunt now. You could probably even fuck my arse for as long as I wanted without coming." She giggled as she felt his cock throbbing urgently. "Sorry, I got distracted for a minute there. Where was I? Oh, yes, cunnilingus and rimming. You say Angela doesn't always come when you eat her out?" She pulled her tits away from Terry's mouth, waving them alluringly over his face. "No, not always." "Then you must need practice." She dismounted, and asked him to stand up. When he obeyed, she pressed a button under the massage table, and the pieces rearranged themselves so that the face cradle was now a u-shape positioned a few centimetres above a headrest. "You've never seen a queening chair before?" "No." "You put your head on the pillow, and the woman sits above your face, like this..." She guided him into position, then climbed into the seat, facing his feet. "Close enough that you can lick her clit and her ass for as long as she likes without her smothering you, unless you're into that. And remember, lick the minge first, then the arsehole, never the other way around. Well, what are you waiting for?" "I..." "I'm sure you're enjoying the view," she said, her bare cunt brushing his nose, "but it's not polite to keep a lady waiting." He stuck his tongue out and twirled it around her clit, and she shrieked. "What are you doing? Ask first!" "Please may I lick your pussy?" "That's better! Good boy! Yes, you may. I have a lovely surprise for you, and the sooner you make me come, the sooner you'll see what it is." while she played with her nipples. After a few minutes, she said, "Not bad, but I was right about you needing practice," and smiled as she saw his cock twitch with anticipation. She turned around on the queening chair and spread her cheeks. "Say please." "Please?" "Please, what?" "Please... is this the surprise?" "No, the surprise is even better. Be patient - and yes, you may lick my arsehole." Terry stuck his tongue out again, running it in circles around the creases around the tiny hole while Rita diddled her clit. "Good boy," she crooned, "but you don't have to be that gentle." She began jerking her arse backwards and forwards, twerking his face, and Terry stuck his tongue further out, eagerly licking up and down her butt crack until she came, squealing with delight. "Not bad," she purred, "she said, "but now, I want you to imagine how good it would feel to fuck my arse. Can you do that?" "I think so." "Good. Because you're going to fuck it now. But you can't come unless Angela tells you to come, right?" "Yes. I mean, no. I..." "Good boy. So, fuck my arse with your tongue. I know you can't stick it as far inside me as your cock would go, but try. Make me want your cock up there. Make me ready." Somewhat to his surprise, Terry found himself unable to disobey. Maybe it was the sweet strange smell of the incense mingled with the fragrance of her wet cunt, the aroma of her arousal masking the musty funk of her arsehole, but he resumed licking, spiralling in towards the tiny hole, which yielded readily to the tip of his tongue, dilating to admit it. She ground her arse down on the queening seat, and soon, he was French-kissing her butthole as though it was a small mouth, thrusting and twirling his tongue around inside it as best as the vicious tightness would allow. Rita's gasps and moans of pleasure reached a crescendo, a full-throated ululation, and her arsehole tightened around his tongue as she came again. She waited for a moment until her butt had unclenched, then climbed down (a little unsteadily) from the queening seat. "I think you've earned your surprise," she said, kissing him on the lips. She grinned as she walked over to the shelves, grabbed a bottle of lube and squeezed a dollop onto her index finger, then turned her back on him so he could see her insert the slippery digit into her arsehole. Then she climbed back onto the table and straddled him again, her arsehole hovering just above the tip of his rigid dick. "Now remember, you can only come where and when Angela tells you to come, right?" "Yes." "So, if you were fucking my arse, you could just lie back and enjoy the sensation of having your cock sliding in and out of my tight little butthole for as long as we both wanted it, but you wouldn't come." "Yes. I mean no. I mean..." "You mean that even if you're fucking other women in the nasty hot arseholes, Angela has complete control over where and when you can come." "Yes!" "You promise?" "Yes!" Rita grinned, and slowly lowered herself onto his cock, giggling as the glans popped through her tight sphincter and the shaft slid all the way up her rear. "Ooh, that's lovely. You like my arse, don't you?" "Yes!" "And Angela's arse? You like that, too?" "Yes!" "Now that you know how good it feels to fuck a hot woman's arse, the next time you see your wife's pussy or her bare arse, you're going to ask if you can kiss it, aren't you?" "Yes!" "Because you should always kiss whatever you want to fuck - put your mouth where you want your money shot to go, so to speak. And if you don't make her come, she might not let you come, and you want to come, don't you?" "YES!" "Good boy. Now, your wife is waiting for you in the hotel around the corner. If I call her, she'll be waiting for you in the shower - and you'll need to take a shower before you fuck her, because your cock's been in my arse. If you ask nicely, she may let you go down on her and then fuck her. If you do a good job of eating her, she may even let you fuck her in the arse. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Oh fuck yeah!" Rita grinned. "Good." She slid his cock out of her arse and climbed down from the table. "Don't forget to get dressed, and pay the receptionist on the way out." As soon as Terry was gone, Rita headed for the shower. Alexis, touching up her makeup in the bathroom mirror, looked around and smiled. "Good session?" "It was fun," Rita replied. "Nice cock, but he needs to work on his oral technique." "Well, his wife's booked him in for weekly sessions, so he'll have plenty of chance to practice." "Good. I hope she isn't going to be too cruel to him." "Oh, she has some catching up to do; he still owes her a lot of orgasms, though I've been doing my best to make up the difference. But I think he'll be okay once he's learned to be a little patient and realizes there's more to life than his job." "Well, we both enjoy our work," said Rita. "True dat." Alexis finished reapplying lipstick to her luscious mouth. "Okay, next time I see Angela, I can persuade her that she really enjoys making her husband come, too. Eventually. D'you have plans for dinner?" The Ethical Slutmaker Ch. 04 Ch. 04: Saint Misbehaving "So," said Alexis, "what seems to be the problem?" Cat, sitting on the couch opposite her, looked at the floor. "My parents think I'm a nymphomaniac." Alexis raised a perfect eyebrow as she smiled wryly. "'Nymphomaniac' is just an old-fashioned word that people use for women with healthy sex drives – in other words, women who act like men." "I think they're just too polite to call me a slut." Alexis looked at Cat's application form, then at her conventionally pretty cosmetic-free face, modest knee-length pleated plaid skirt, crisp white blouse, netball shoes, hints of an industrial strength sports bra restraining C-cup breasts, and rosary beads. Pixie cut strawberry blonde hair, short unvarnished nails. "Do you prefer Catherine or –" "Cat." "You're eighteen?" "Yes." "Still living with your parents and... let me guess. Catholic school, girls only?" "Saint Maria Goretti. It shows, huh?" "Why did you come here?" "A friend of mine from the dojo, Andrea, recommended you. She said she interned here last year." Alexis smiled at the memory of the busty young goth girl's time at the clinic, especially her enthusiasm for the queening chair. "How is she doing?" "Fine. Studying to become a physiotherapist, and working part-time in a body piercing salon." Alexis squeezed her thighs together as she recalled Andrea's long pierced tongue and her clit hood ring. She swivelled her chair around and placed the clipboard on the desk beside her, then turned back to face Cat once she'd regained her businesslike composure. "So, how can we help you?" "I'm not sure," Cat admitted. "Do you think your parents are right about you?" "I don't know. I... I..." "Okay. How many sexual partners have you had?" Cat hesitated, but she had a strange feeling that she could trust this gorgeous woman, could tell her anything, and couldn't lie to her. "I don't know. I stopped counting. It made me feel cheap." "More than ten?" "Yes." "More than twenty?" "I think so. Yes." "Do you remember their names?" "I think so... I've never had sex with anyone who I didn't know." "That's good. Boys your own age?" "A few of my classmates, but most of them were from the college, with their own rooms, or at least cars. Eighteen, nineteen, early twenties. No-one much older than that." "Girls?" "I've made out with some girls, but mostly with our clothes on, so I don't know if that counts as sex." "Did either of you come?" "Sometimes." "Then it counts," said Alexis, smiling. "But mostly with men?" "It's easier when they're closer to my height," Cat replied. "Not many girls are." Alexis nodded. Cat stood close to six feet tall in her sneakers, with the broad shoulders and muscular legs of an athlete. "Besides," Cat continued, "I like being fucked. I like cocks." She blushed, wondering why she'd blurted that out. "I mean..." "That's fine. So do I. It's perfectly normal. How often do you have sex?" "Every day, if I can," she admitted. "Even if it's only with myself. But I don't get much privacy at home. My parents have the bedroom next to mine, and the walls aren't very thick." "I gather they're not noisy?" "I don't think they've had sex in years. Maybe not since my sister was born." She felt the answers slipping out of her as though she had no control over her mouth. Alexis nodded. "Do you have a vibrator?" "No. I had a Harry Potter broomstick when I was a kid, but my parents made me give it to my sister when I was twelve. And my mother still goes through my room looking for stuff." "Eww. Okay, that's a problem. Where do you have sex?" "Lately? I masturbate in the bath, and my boyfriend fucks me in his room at the college. It's close to the dojo and the gym." "Steady boyfriend?" "Most of this year." "Monogamous?" "Mostly. Recently, anyway. I like him. He's smart, and fun, especially in bed; he's taller than me, and as horny as I am, and he has a nice cock." She blushed, then giggled. "That sounds terrible, doesn't it?" "Not at all. Big?" "Thick. Lovely and thick. Not too long. Long is okay, but skinny cocks just don't get me there... I don't know, maybe I have a big... well, you know." Alexis nodded, and lit a fresh stick of incense. "So what's the problem?" "What?" "If the sex is good, why are you here? Just because of what your parents think?" "We had a condom failure a few weeks ago. Mark and I. It freaked both of us out. I've never been so glad to get my period." "Ah." "Now he wants me to go on the pill so we can stop using condoms... but if I did that and my parents found out..." "Do they know you're having sex?" "They've caught me a few times – mostly just masturbating, but sometimes with boys. They don't know about Mark, but they probably suspect. I always tell the boys that they have to provide condoms or we don't fuck." "Good girl," said Alexis, perfectly seriously. "You're the only one who has the right to say what goes into your body, or how it gets in there. What do you do if they don't have condoms?" "I'll let them watch while I play with myself, if I think they deserve a second chance, but that's it." "Oral sex?" "As foreplay, sure, if they're not already hard enough. But I'd rather they just fucked me." "Do they go down on you?" "Yes, but most of them aren't very good at it. Mark was getting better, that's one reason I'd hate to lose him, but he doesn't get to make decisions like that for me. When I move out of home, okay, I'll probably go on the pill and fuck as much as I can, but not while I'm still at school!" "Boys generally aren't that good at it, at first. Even women find that practice helps," Alexis purred. "What about anal?" "I... I've never tried it..." Cat said, wondering why she suddenly felt embarrassed by this confession, as well as incredibly horny. "No-one's ever asked?" "No... I'm usually in too much of a hurry to get their cocks into my cunt," she giggled slightly at the use of the word, and found herself wanting to repeat it. "Cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt." "They've never even licked you back there?" "Who would do that?" Alexis grinned. She was fairly sure that Andrea would be jump at the chance to prise those perfectly formed cheeks apart and see how far she could ease her long tongue into that tight little orifice, and she considered emailing her to suggest it. "It's an acquired taste. But let's just keep this professional for now, shall we?" Cat blinked. "You enjoy that? I mean, doing it, not just having it done?" "If it turns my partner on, fuck yeah! I fucking love it, especially if they reciprocate. One good rimjob deserves another. And being on the receiving end... well, if someone wants to fuck my ass, and many people do, then it's only polite to get me in the mood first. Fingers and toys are good, if they're well lubed, but a tongue is even better." Cat felt her nipples harden and realized that she was not only in the mood, she was already close to coming just from watching and listening to the therapist. Unable to speak, she focused on controlling her breathing. "And anal..." Alexis continued, "Well, once I'm in the mood, really turned on, and if the guy knows what he's doing, then nothing can beat it. And if a cock isn't fat enough to really feel good in my cunt, or long enough to wrap my tits around, it can still be the perfect size for my ass – and if you're both clean and healthy, you don't even need a condom. I've never been into double penetration, you'll have to ask Rita if you want to know about that, but anal... nothing else I've tried is so fucking intense, and I've tried a fuckton of different ways of having sex. "But if you're not ready for that, if you'd still rather have a big cock in your cunt than a smaller one in your butt -" Cat whimpered softly. "- then there are still ways to have sex that don't run the risk of getting you pregnant. Does the cock have to be attached to a man?" "What?" "It's okay. I haven't amputated one, though I won't say I've never been tempted. I'm talking about dildos. Available in a variety of sizes, and they stay hard as long as you want." She stood, walked behind the desk, and opened a drawer. "How about this one?" Cat stared. The caramel-coloured, realistically sculpted dong was nearly eight inches long and two inches in diameter, not including the flange at the base. "I... I couldn't hide that at home..." "I didn't mean for you to take it home. I thought you might like to use it now. Have you had an orgasm today?" "No..." "Are you wet?" Cat realized that she was. She nodded rather than speak. "If you'd rather just play with yourself, that's fine. Or I could play with you, if you prefer. Unless you think thirty is too old?" When Cat didn't reply, Alexis added, "Do you want to come?" "yesss" "Would it make you feel good?" "yesss!" "Do you think you have the right to feel good?" When Cat didn't reply, Alexis continued, "Of course you do. And that's why we're here. We want people to feel good, about their bodies and about their selves. And if I can make myself and someone else feel good at the same time, that's even better. If that making the world a happier place one orgasm at a time makes me a slut, then I'm a slut – but I love being a slut. I'm proud to be a slut. Can you say that?" Cat blinked. "I love being a slut," she whispered. "And?" "I'm proud to be aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" her voice steadily rising until she shrieked as she came. Alexis grinned. "I don't think you need the school uniform any more, do you?" She kissed and licked the dildo and rubbed her damp crotch while Cat began fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. Alexis walked over to the couch, placed the dildo on the cushions, and helped Cat remove her blouse, her bra and her rosary beads, then smiled at her pretty little pink nipples, like strawberry jellybeans. "You have beautiful breasts," she crooned. "May I kiss them?" "uh-huh!" "I need you to say yes." "Yes! Please!" "Thank you." She ran her tongue around the nubs, feeling them tighten even more, while Cat struggled to remove her skirt. Alexis unzipped her dress, shrugged it off her shoulders and stepped out of it, then unhooked her demi bra and freed her magnificent cinnamon breasts. She licked her own nipples, then rubbed them teasingly over Cat's chest. Then she reached down to the waistband of Cat's knickers, just above her knees, and murmured, "Yes?" "Yes! Please! Fuck! Whatever you want to do, whatever you want me to do, yes!" Alexis grinned. "As you wish," she purred, and pulled the panties down to Cat's ankles, then slipped them over her feet and parted her thighs to get a better view of her beautiful blonde bush. Her labia were flushed pink, and her clit was one of the largest Alexis had ever seen close up. "Wow. Have any of your boyfriends told you how gorgeous you are?" "No." "Tsk. Then they're either idiots or blind," said Alexis, sincerely, and began slowly kissing her way up Cat's inner thigh towards her luscious cooch. She lapped up the delicious juices oozing from her snatch, then gently wrapped her lips around Cat's clit-hood and sucked. After only a few seconds of this exquisite sensation, Cat felt herself approaching another orgasm, and began gasping. Alexis looked up, and paused to ask, "Too much?" "Yes! No! Don't stop now!" Alexis grinned, and resumed expertly eating her until Cat began shuddering, screaming and flailing her arms wildly with the force of her climax. Alexis, delighted at having pleased this golden goddess, rocked back to bask in her afterglow. Cat waited until her breathing had recovered until she was capable of coherent speech, then said, "What can I do for you?" "You're doing fine," Alexis assured her, and leaned forward again. She rubbed her right breast between the lips of Cat's wet cunt and around her clit, then stood up so that her beautiful big brown boobs swung just in front of Cat's face, and licked the pussy juice off her coffee-coloured nipple. Cat caressed and kissed her left tit, then joined in licking the right, their tongues intertwining. After Cat had sucked on both of her breasts for a few minutes, Alexis asked, "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes." "Then we want the same thing." She grabbed the dildo, and dropped back to her knees so that she could kiss Cat's clit and part the labia with her tongue. Then she slowly eased the silicon cock into her cunt, looking up at Cat's face as she did so. She grinned as Cat gasped, and crooned, "Too much?" "No!" "Hit the spot?" "oh God yes!" "Good." Alexis fucked her with the dildo, slowly at first, but faster and faster as Cat's breath quickened, and leaned forward so that she could resume sucking Cat's perky tits. Cat's next orgasm was quieter, less intense, but still powerful enough to leave her panting with a flush covering most of her chest. Alexis waited until her cunt muscles had relaxed their grip on the dildo, then withdrew the toy and licked the juices from it. "Would you like to turn over?" she asked. "Are you going to put that in my ass?" Cat asked, more than a little nervously. "Not unless you specifically ask me to. Being a slut doesn't mean you have to be submissive - unless being submissive turns you on, of course. But you should get to decide what goes into each of your beautiful holes; your pleasure is at least as important as anyone else's, and even I wouldn't take something this big up my butt without a lot of lube and plenty of foreplay. If you want to come back here one day, maybe on your birthday, I'd love to teach you to enjoy anal – start you off with tongues, then fingers, and work my way up through bigger and bigger plugs and beads – but for now, I just want to kiss it while I fuck you again. Would you like that?" As Alexis expected, the barely audible answer was, "Yes. How do you want me?" "Let me count the ways – but for now, on all fours, with that lovely ass up high. And feel free to reach back and play with your clit. Yes, that's good. Now, just relax." She kissed Cat's shapely ass as she slid the dildo back inside her twat, then slowly insinuated her tongue between those muscular cheeks until she touched the star-like folds around her anus. Cat gasped, and slowly raised her ass even higher as the sensation became increasingly pleasurable. Alexis teased the tight little hole open just far enough to insert the tip of her tongue and feel the sphincter contract as Cat came yet again from the expert and enthusiastic treatment lavished on both her ass and her cunt. "That was amazing," Cat said, a moment later as she turned to face Alexis, kissing her breasts and neck, "but now I want to make you come, too." Alexis grinned. "I have just the thing," she crooned, and walked back to the desk. She returned with a lacy crotchless harness, which she strapped around herself, then secured the dildo to the front with an o-ring, positioning it so that the base of the toy stimulated her own clit. She returned to the couch, and Cat bent over to kiss the fake cock, then looked up. "And I want to see your face when you come." "That works for me. I'd love to feel your beautiful long legs wrapped around me." She knelt next to her, and Cat parted her thighs and guided the dildo back into her already wet and well-fucked twat. This time, she fucked her slowly, even teasingly, delaying Cat's orgasm until they had settled into a rhythm that delighted both of them. Cat twined her legs behind Alexis' back, pulling her closer to her as the older woman gradually increased the tempo and the intensity of her thrusts. Soon, Cat began screaming, "Oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God!", while Alexis echoed, "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" "Oh God oh God oh God!" "Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" "God!" "Fuck!" "God!" "Fuck!" "God!" They lay there for a few more minutes, entwined in each other's limbs like a tight not, before Alexis murmured, "You'd better get up and get dressed and go to wherever you told your parents you'd be – the dojo or the gym or wherever. And I have another appointment in a few minutes." "Can I see you again?" "Of course. Make an appointment with Naomi at the counter. Tell your parents you need regular massage for a sporting injury, if you like." "I mean..." Alexis kissed her. "I would love to teach you more safe and hot ways of giving and receiving pleasure, and make you into a perfect slut." Cat giggled and wriggled in delight at the thought. "But my schedule is pretty full for the next few months: there are lots of people out there who need my help, and we need to pay the rent. In the meantime, there are lots of people you can make happy, too: a woman as stunning as you shouldn't have any trouble finding as many lovers as you want, all those cocks and cunts and mouths and tits and asses you can enjoy. And things will be even better when you don't have to live under your parents' roof and your parents' rules, when you don't have to hide or hurry your sex, when you can fuck all day and night with as many people as you like and no-one else will have any right to complain." She saw Cat's face brighten at this, but there was still a hint of wistfulness in her eyes. "Talk to Naomi; I think I have a slot free next week. Oh, and be sure to give my love to Andrea." The Ethical Slutmaker Ch. 05 The Ethical Slutmaker, Ch. 05: Strange Bedfellows By Kris Cherita Lorelei pressed her face deeper into Alexis's cunt to muffle her moans as she came, then returned her attention to licking the therapist's lovely clit until Alexis climaxed. The two women lay side by side for a moment, still locked in a 69 position, until Alexis wriggled out of Lorelei's embrace and slid her leg between the other woman's thighs so that it rubbed against her shaven twat. "Actually, that wasn't why I..." Lorelei began, then surrendered to the delicious sensation, feeling another orgasm beginning to build up. Alexis sucked a swollen pink nipple into her mouth and reached down to cup Lorelei's wonderfully firm buttocks, then teased her asshole with a fingertip. It was several minutes before either woman could speak coherently, and then Lorelei said, "Stop. Please? I have to get back to the bar soon, and this can't wait." Alexis sighed. "If you really just wanted a massage, you should have said so half an hour ago. Your boobs giving you back pain again?" "No, my back is fine." "So what's the problem?" "You know Rhonda Varney? The anti-porn campaigner?" "That pain in the neck? What about her?" "She's running for mayor." Alexis was silent for a moment, then muttered, "So much for fucking afterglow. Do you think she has a chance?" "With her husband's money and the religious right behind her? I think she might. You know how few people bother voting for mayor; it won't be hard to stack." "True, dat." "And if she gets it, she's talking about gentrifying this end of town, and that's going to be bad news for a lot of businesses that have leases due for renewal. My club and a lot of other bars, the clinic, the adult bookshops, this place..." "Yeah." "So, seeing as you can talk almost anyone into almost anything..." Lorelei batted her enhanced eyelashes. "It's not as easy as you make it sound," Alexis said soberly. "I can usually persuade people to forget some of their inhibitions and enjoy sex more, but even that takes time, and changing someone's politics or religion... that's almost impossible. And even if it wasn't... well, we're not going to be able to get Varney the Vampire in here for a chat, are we? You'd have a better chance of getting her onto your show." Lorelei shrugged, and began picking her clothes up from the floor. A retired porn star, she now ran a lapdancing club and had a sex advice show on a local radio station: her voice had always been as much of an asset for her career as her spectacular fake tits, her attractive face and her large but shapely butt. "She'd never agree to that - well, her advisors wouldn't. Too much chance of her going off-script. Is there anything you can do?" Alexis thought for a moment as she watched Lorelei bending over, and resisted the urge to dive back into that magnificent ass. She briefly toyed with the idea of setting up her equipment in the sound booth at the radio station, with aphrodisiac incense in the small chamber and the suggestibility-inducing subliminals over the airwaves, but decided that that would be much too risky. "Is there anyone on her staff who might be persuaded to help us? Anyone with a weakness?" "I don't know," said Lorelei, as she slid her g-string back up her legs. "As far as I can tell, they're all either expensive PR people or fanatics like her." She hesitated. "Do you know anything about her husband?" "He's a state senator, his name is Peter, his family has money, his first wife died, he's about twenty years older than his new wife and he used to be a lawyer. That's about it." Lorelei nodded. "He fucked up his shoulder a couple of weeks ago. There are jokes and rumours about how he did it, but he may be telling the truth about it happening while he was playing golf - he does that a lot. Anyway..." "You think he'll come here for a massage? Here?" "His doctor is a big fan of my movies. If I can arrange it, will you see him?" Alexis chuckled. "And here I thought I was good at manipulating people!" Lorelei grinned, lifted up her enormous boobs, and licked her nipples. "Once you have someone by the balls, his heart and mind will follow. Was that a yes?" *** Rita looked at the senator as he lay face-down on the massage table. He wasn't in bad shape for a man in his fifties - tanned, with broad shoulders and well-maintained silver hair. He'd seemed a little uncertain as he'd walked in, particularly after his first glimpse of Naomi's phenomenal cleavage, but the decor of the lobby and the detailed questionnaire he was handed seemed professional enough to reassure him. He'd relaxed after being asked to strip down to his shorts, and after being draped with a towel from the waist down. Rita massaged his shoulder long enough for the incense and the music to take effect, then purred, "How did you hurt your arm, Senator?" "Teeing off on the third hole." "Wow! That's my favourite hole!" said Rita cheerfully. "It must be inconvenient, not being able to use your right arm much." "Yes." "Must be awkward when you have to sign anything." "Yes." "Or do push-ups." "Uh-huh." "Or missionary position, or masturbate - or do you do that with your left hand?" "No, I prefer my right," he said, then blinked. "It's okay," said Rita, soothingly. "I'm a licensed therapist and a registered nurse. You can talk to me about sex. It's like talking to your doctor." "Oh." That sounded a little strange to the senator - his doctor was a man in his forties, not a young pretty blonde whose voice and perfume and his hands on her back were giving him the best erection he'd had in years - but Rita sounded totally convincing. Maybe his cock was pulling all the blood from his brain, he thought, and smiled. "How often do you have sex?" When he didn't reply immediately, she added, "With yourself, or with anyone else." "About once a week." "Is that all? You poor man," said Rita, with genuine sympathy. "With your wife?" "Yes... mostly." "With anyone else?" Silence. "Apart from yourself." "No." "Do you like sex?" "Yes..." he said, though he didn't sound entirely certain. "Does your wife?" "Yes..." That sounded more promising. "Does she like anal?" "No." "Does she suck your cock?" "No." "Do you eat her pussy?" "Yes." "She likes that?" "Yes." "What's her favourite position?" "Sitting down while I kiss her feet and eat her pussy." "I mean, for fucking." No reply. Rita waited, then said with barely disguised incredulity, "She doesn't like fucking?" "No." Rita shook her head. "Are you impotent?" she asked, resisting the urge to slip her hand under the towel to check. "No." "Do you like fucking?" There was a long pause, as though the Senator was trying to retrieve an ancient memory. "I did," he said, finally. "Jenny, my first wife, liked fucking, and I liked fucking her." "Just 'liked'? Not 'loved'?" He nodded. "We loved fucking." "You loved each other, and you loved fucking each other?" "Yes." At Alexis's insistence, Rita had studied the senator's biography and she knew that his first wife had died in a car crash and was rumoured to have had a drinking problem. "Have you and Rhonda fucked?" "Yes." "But you stopped?" "Yes." "Why?" "She found out about DeMonique." Rita raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Tell me about DeMonique," she purred. *** Peter always made sure to arrive at DeMonique's apartment a few minutes early, but never too early; Roger, the senior partner who'd recommended her, had pointed out that many of the dominatrix's clients were judges, and that meeting one on his way out of her dungeon would be embarrassing - and not in a good way. After he was buzzed in, Peter stripped off and showered in the changing room, donned one of Jenny's dresses, pink silk panties and a curly blonde wig, then carefully applied lipstick and eyeshadow before knocking on the inner door and requesting permission to enter. DeMonique, wearing a black leather corset, matching knee-high boots, and wet look crotchless knickers, was sitting on a specially constructed chair with her thighs very slightly apart. "Hello, Penny," she said, with a slight smile. "Have you been a good girl this week?" "Yes, Mistress." "I do hope you're telling me the truth. You know what happens to naughty girls who lie." "Yes, Mistress. Yes, I am telling the truth, and I do know what happens." "You're blushing, Penny. Are you sure you've been a good girl?" "Yes, Mistress." "Take off your dress. I want to see if you're blushing all over. No, not the panties. Not yet." Peter obeyed, as always. He and DeMonique had drawn up a contract on his first session, specifying activities that were completely off the menu - including penetration for her, and pegging, whipping, cock-ball torture, water sports or scat, or anything that left lasting marks for him. They had been negotiating the finer details ever since, safe words and verbal and visual cues to tell her what he did and didn't want on a particular day. When his self-loathing was particularly intense, he favoured being trampled underfoot, face down so that it hurt his neck to be able to look up at her while she did it. On better days, he would ask her to remove her boots first so that he could kiss and lick her bare feet, and would like on his back so that he could stare up between her shapely legs - again, depending on his mood, she might be fully dressed, or completely naked, or anywhere in between. Sometimes he came in his panties while worshipping her feet or her delicious cunt; other times, he would continue kissing up her body as far as her magnificent breasts, and she would jerk him off until he exploded over her feet, her belly, or her tits. DeMonique looked him up and down, and twirled a lock of her red hair around a finger. "I think you're lying, Penny," she said in a gently disapproving tone, and stood. "Come over here and prove you're telling the truth." Peter obeyed, hastily lying down face up on the yoga mat on the floor. DeMonique squatted over him, then lowered her sculpted butt onto his face so that his nose was embedded in her asshole. "If you lie to me, your nose will grow," she said, "and I'll feel it. So, have you been a good girl?" "Yes, Mistress!" "Don't lie to me. Good girls get to eat my pussy for dessert. Naughty girls don't get any dessert. Do you want dessert?" "Yes, Mistress!" he said, even more emphatically despite having to breathe through his mouth. "Yes, please!" "Have you been a naughty girl this week?" "No, Mistress!" "You haven't come in your panties?" "No, Mistress!" "Have you played with yourself?" "Yes, Mistress, but - only when I was thinking of you! You're so beautiful that I couldn't help it!" DeMonique ground her ass down on his face for a moment, then relented. "I suppose I can forgive some lustful thoughts," she said grudgingly. "Thank you, Mistress! May I have dessert, then?" DeMonique smiled at his unconcealed enthusiasm, then said with mock severity as she returned her splendid ass to her chair, "Not yet. Do I look like I'm dressed for dinner? Take my boots off." "Yes, Mistress." DeMonique stretched out her legs and watched as Peter removed one boot, then the other, kissing them quickly and without his usual level of reverence. He made up for this once her feet were bare, sucking DeMonique's toes until her nipples were hard, then kissing her soles, her ankles, and slowly working his way up her calves, then her inner thighs... "Stop." She stood, pulled her crotchless knickers down to her ankles, and then stepped out of them. She waved them in front of Peter's face for a moment, then sat down on the edge of the chair with her legs spread wide. "Okay, Penny. Would you like some dessert?" "Yes, please, Mistress!" "Very well." She leaned back and smiled as Peter enthusiastically kissed the heart-shaped patch of chili-red hair that pointed to her clit. She popped her labia minora out of her shaven cunt, and he eagerly lapped and sucked the delicious juices out of her divine depths before kissing and licking her clit. DeMonique held his head in place, careful not to dislodge his wig, and after little more than a minute, realized that she was dangerously close to coming - something she had promised herself she would never do with a client. She held her breath, trying to postpone her orgasm, then squeezed one of her nipples and pushed Peter's face away from her cunt. "Did I tell you to make me come?" "No, but... no, Mistress." "Did I give you permission?" "No..." She inhaled and exhaled slowly, carefully. "You've been a good girl, Penny, but don't presume to know what I want." "No, Mistress." "Would you like to watch while I make myself come, so you can see how it's done?" "Yes, Mistress! Please come for me -" "I'm not doing it for you," said DeMonique gruffly, as she diddled her clit and arched her back. She came a few seconds later, gasping, then sat there in silence until she'd recovered, held out her hand, and told Peter to kiss her fingers. He eagerly sucked the juices from them, then slowly began kissing his way up her arm, tracing the lines of her tattoos with the tip of his tongue. In her time as a dominatrix, DeMonique had learned to gauge a sub's moods and self-esteem by how high he dared to raise his eyes. Those most desperate for discipline and punishment were content to worship her feet; those whose egos were healthier might fixate on her callipygous ass or her succulent cunt, and only the least timid dared peek at her wonderful breasts. She let Peter get almost to her shoulder before stopping him and saying, "Penny, pull your pants down to your knees." "Yes, Mistress." DeMonique looked down at Peter's rigid purple cock, and reached out with both arms, one hand pulling Peter's face into her cleavage, the other gently stroking his cock until it erupted over her forearm and her thigh. She pushed a nipple into his mouth and held on to him for nearly a minute. "That's good, Penny," she murmured. "It's all good. I'll see you next week." *** "I never saw her again," said the senator, sadly. "Rhonda had hired a detective and found out where I'd gone, and told me never to go near her again. She said that from now on, she would be my only mistress, and I would only obey her." Rita continued rubbing his back. "How was that for you?" Peter shuddered, and his voice sounded as though he was close to sobbing as he described the ways his wife had changed the ritual. She was happy to humiliate him, but he had to be naked before he worshipped her feet and her cunt, because she didn't want to have any sort of sex with someone who looked like a woman. They had stopped fucking, and when she touched his cock rather than telling him to jerk himself off, she gripped, yanked and twisted it hard enough to hurt... and if he came, she made him lick it up. Rita winced. While she'd never acquired a taste for BDSM, she knew that most submissives had detailed fantasies that they wanted acted out. And while she was bisexual and liked eating pussy almost as much as she loved sucking cock, enjoyed rimming women and men equally, and loved the taste of dicks that had just come out of cunts or asses (her own or any others that happened to be handy), she also knew that many men were turned off or even revolted by the idea of swallowing their own come. Either Rhonda Varney had kinks of her own, or she'd spent a few minutes googling femdom and thought it was one-size-fits-all. "You must miss DeMonique terribly." "Yes." "You miss her sitting on your face. That sweet minge and that gorgeous arse..." "Yes!" Rita stripped off her skirt, revealing her shaven cunt. "I'm not DeMonique, but you'd like me to sit on your face like she did, wouldn't you?" "Yes..." "Roll over. I have to adjust the table." She turned the headrest into a queening seat, and positioned herself so that her beautiful butt was just above Peter's face. "Did you ever lick her arsehole?" "No..." "You must have wanted to, though," she crooned, and suddenly, he did want to. "I'm going to put a song on the stereo, and you can lick mine until it finishes," she added. She walked over to the sound system, and looked at the playlist for the longest song in its memory. 'Bohemian Rhapsody'? 'American Pie'? She finally settled on 'Alice's Restaurant', returned to the queening seat, and giggled softly as she felt his tongue touch her anus, tentatively at first, then with increasing enthusiasm. While he rimmed her, she took her smartphone out of the pocket of her smock and sent Alexis a text. When a reply arrived, a few minutes later, she reached down and rubbed her cunt until she came, then asked, "Would you like to talk to DeMonique again?" "Yes!" "She's moved to New York, but her skype account is still the same, and she'd love you to call her. Is your wife home now?" "No. She's at a meeting." "Excellent. Go home now, and dress up like you did for DeMonique. Makeup and everything: use Rhonda's, if she's made you throw away your own. Don't worry if you can't find the wig. Just call her, tell her you're still the good girl she wanted you to be, and ask her what she wants you to do - and do exactly what she tells you. Will you do that, Penny?" "Yes, Mistress - I mean..." "It's all good. You can call me Mistress if you like. Get dressed, go home, and call her. Now." She watched him hastily dress himself and hurry out of the room, then stuck a finger up her arsehole and jilled herself off again before walking back into the foyer. "You're sure found the right DeMonique?" she asked Alexis, who was sitting there waiting for her. "Ukrainian redhead dominatrix, with a fantastic rack and Russian gangster tats on her arms, who used to live and work here in town? It wasn't difficult." "You know her?" "I spotted her a few times in the gym," Alexis replied, smiling at the memory. "And she'll co-operate?" "I think so. I pretty much wrote her a script, and I know she can follow those - after they tell each other what they want, she'll make sure he says what a ball-busting bitch his wife is and how much he wants a divorce. She'll record the call so that it shows his face, but not hers, and send us the file." Rita pouted. "Humiliating him like this seems a bit cruel. I mean, he's seriously fucked up, still feeling guilty about his first wife, but I don't think he's as bad as the new wife." "Oh, I'm not planning to release the recording," said Alexis. "I'm going to send a copy to him and to his wife, and say that if she doesn't agree to a divorce and to pulling out of the mayoral race, I'll put it on the net. She may not care how much it embarrasses him, but it will make her a laughingstock too, and lose her a lot of support from her gang of prudes. I think she'll try to negotiate rather than call my bluff." She grinned. "And if she wants to negotiate, she'll have to meet me here - and I'm pretty confident that we can talk her into agreeing to our demands." The Ethical Slutmaker Ch. 06 Chapter 6: Sexual Politics Alexis looked at the furious woman sitting on the couch, and lit a stick of incense. "What is this shit?" Rhonda Varney demanded. "You send me a video of my husband dressed in drag, telling some Russian whore that he wants to divorce me... and you tell me to relax? I have a town hall meeting in an hour; I don't have time to relax!" Alexis looked her up and down. Expensive business suit, probably tailor-made. Ash-blonde hair in a Rachel cut. Prada boots. Moschino bag. Gold watch. Diamond-studded wedding and engagement rings. "Getting angry at me isn't going to help you or your husband. You were asked to not to run for mayor. You refused. This is your chance to be business-like about this, to make a counter-offer; if it's accepted, the video will not be released. You must be used to negotiating." "Negotiating, yes. Blackmail and extortion, no!" "Consider it useful practice if you ever become mayor - not that I understand why you're so eager to take a pay cut like that. I have some idea what you're pulling down as a realtor." "It's an important job, and it deserves to be done by somebody capable, somebody who knows the business community and how to handle money." "Is that all?" "It will be useful experience in case I decide to go into state or federal politics." "You're planning that far ahead?" "Peter's twenty-four years older than me. He has to retire or die someday, and when he does, I should be able to step into his job in a second." She blinked, wondering why she'd blurted out the truth without even hesitating. "I mean -" "You'd be a logical choice as successor, if you ingratiate yourself with the party. I understand that. And I'm sure you'll be able to send some city business to friends of yours who will help finance your campaign later, right?" "Right. I... look, that's just the way politics works." "Oh, I understand that," Alexis crooned. "But it's not going to work for you if people find out that the senator is a cross-dressing submissive with a Russian mistress, is it?" There didn't seem to be any point in correcting Rhonda's assumption about DeMonique's nationality. "He hasn't seen her in years!" "Are you sure? And even if that's true, the way you've been treating him isn't any better." "I'm not the one who makes him dress up and wear lipstick!" "Of course not. You wouldn't want anyone thinking that you were getting eaten out by a woman, would you?" "No, I... no." "You wouldn't want anyone thinking you were a lesbian. Especially not your conservative friends. They have to think you're completely straight - or completely heterosexual, at least." "Yes!" "Funny that you don't let your husband fuck you, then." "I..." "Heterosexual women are supposed to like cock. They're supposed to be all about the cock, in fact. Are you sure you're straight?" "Yes!" "And yet you don't fuck, you just get your pussy eaten - that sounds like dyke behaviour to me." "I'm not a damn dyke, you -!" She didn't add, "black bitch!", but Alexis could tell she was thinking it. "But you don't fuck," Alexis said smoothly. "You won't even touch your husband's cock, or his come - he says you make him lick it up. That doesn't sound straight to me. That sounds like fag hag stuff. Do you prefer gay men?" "No! I hate them! And dykes! I like straight men!" "But not your husband. Why did you get married?" "He has money, and I'm going to get his money and his job when he dies!" Alexis raised an eyebrow as Rhonda, red-faced, placed a hand over her own mouth. After a long pause, she asked, "You a reporter?" "No." "Lawyer?" "No." "You cross-examine like one. You'd be damn good as either." "I presume that was meant to be a compliment. No, it's just that people find it difficult not to tell me the truth. Maybe I have an honest face. Or maybe it's because I'm the only person who can decide whether you should be allowed to run for mayor or just be publicly humiliated as a ball-busting bitch with a sissy for a husband. Do you know why Peter married you?" "I was pregnant, and I wouldn't get an abortion. I said I'd tell everybody if he made me -" She bit her lip. "You really were pregnant?" "I lost it," she said, dully. "Miscarriage. But we'd already announced the engagement, and his family wouldn't let him back out. Married men are more electable." "Was it his?" "I think so. Probably. I'd broken up with my boyfriend weeks before I slept with Peter." Interesting, thought Alexis. "Tell me about your boyfriend. Did you like fucking him?" "Yes." "Did you suck his cock?" "Sometimes." "Did you swallow his come?" "No. It was just foreplay." "But you didn't like fucking Peter?" "Peter never made me come by fucking me." "Did you come when he ate your pussy?" "Yes. I didn't let him stop until I did." Fair enough, Alexis admitted to herself. "Was there something wrong with Peter's fucking, or his cock? Too short? Too skinny? Premature ejaculation? Impotence?" "Too soft," Rhonda said. "He went through the motions, but we just didn't turn each other on, especially after we got married. Sometimes he came, sometimes he didn't, but I never did... why do you need to know this? Hell, why does it matter to you whether I become mayor or not? What do you want? Money? We have money! How much do you want?" "I don't want your money. I'm more interested in what you and your friends want. Do you want to shut down the gay bars?" "Yes. So?" "The adult bookshops and peep shows?" "Yes." "The strip clubs?" "Yes." "I won't bother asking whether you've ever been to a gay bar, but have you ever watched any porn?" "No..." Alexis smiled, and grabbed a remote from the desk. The TV in the corner started showing clips from a "couples" porn movie she'd chosen because it featured a slow buildup to fairly conventional sex - fellatio, cunnilingus, missionary and cowgirl positions - between a handsome white man and a woman who bore more than a passing resemblance to a slightly younger Rhonda Varney. "Maybe you should, before you try shutting those places down. I grant you, ninety percent of porn is crap, but as a wise man once said, ninety percent of everything is crap. How about strip clubs? I don't mean the ones where women strip, but the ones for women, with hunky men." "No..." "I think you should," Alexis purred. "Oh, I know it'd be embarrassing if anyone saw you going into a place like that while you're campaigning, especially if you got all turned on, hard nipples and wet cunt, barely able to resist playing with yourself while those hard male bodies were being waved just in front of your face..." Involuntarily, Rhonda moaned softly. "But I think you'd find it educational as well as extremely enjoyable. So I arranged for a couple of strippers from one of them to come here and give you a private show." She pressed a button on the intercom, and a moment later, the door opened to admit a tall slender blond man dressed in cowboy boots, leather chaps, skin-tight jeans cut off just below the crotch, leather vest and a black Stetson. He moseyed towards the couch, touched the brim of his hat and drawled, "Howdy, ma'am," before discarding the vest. He rotated slowly in front of her as he peeled off the Velcro-sided shorts to reveal a waxed and well-toned ass, bare but for a thong, then turned around again and began removing his chaps. "Is this supposed to impress me?" said Rhonda, faking a yawn. "A man with a nice butt?" "Oh, not just one..." Alexis replied, pressing the button again. The next man to come strutting in was taller, more heavily muscled, and wearing a high-visibility yellow firefighter's outfit that made his brown skin seem even darker. He removed the coat as soon as the door closed behind him, and the trousers hit the floor a moment after the cowboy's chaps. The two men, clad only in their boots, hats, and bulging thongs, gyrated a few feet away from Rhonda, who barely managed to keep her hands on the couch, away from the sculpted bodies and her own crotch. "... and not just their butts. The advantage of bringing them here, for a private show, is that they don't need to keep their g-strings on," Alexis crooned. Rhonda gasped as the two strippers unfastened their posing pouches, revealing two of the largest erections Rhonda had ever seen. The cowboy's cock was only slightly longer than her ex-boyfriend's, but the fireman's hose was colossal. The dancers reached out and grabbed her forearms, gently but firmly, and slowly pulled her hands towards their groins. Rhonda whimpered, but didn't protest or resist, and soon she was fondling both cocks. The cowboy took a half-step closer to her, and without thinking, she guided his dick towards her mouth - and then stopped. "I shouldn't," Rhonda said. "I can't." "Why not?" asked Alexis, genuinely curious and more than a little impressed with the woman's stubbornness. Her resistance to the mind control was considerable. "Are you trying to blackmail me?" "I'm a sex therapist," said Alexis, indignantly. "Think. If people thought for a moment that what happened here wasn't completely safe and secret, if they thought that I was going to tell anyone about their fantasies and kinks, how long do you think I'd stay in business?" "Then why are you doing this?" "To show you that there's more to life than politics and money. Isn't that a good enough reason?" Rhonda nodded, but still hesitated. "But I'm married..." she said, though without much conviction. "Your husband was unfaithful to you," Alexis purred. "He told his mistress he wants a divorce. This would only be justice - or revenge, if you prefer." In her experience, conservatives were much more excited by revenge. "Oh," said Rhonda, and having formed her mouth into the perfect shape for fellatio, she pulled the head of the cowboy's cock between her lips and licked it, before swallowing as much of it as she could fit in her mouth. The fireman prised his dick out of her grasp, knelt before her and began kissing his way up her thigh from the knee towards her cunt. Rhonda moaned when he hiked up her skirt to her waist and nuzzled the damp crotch of her knickers. "Aren't you a little overdressed for this party?" he asked, teasingly. The two men helped her out of her business suit and underwear, and the fireman removed his helmet and began licking her clit as the cowboy played with her nipples. Rhonda locked her legs around the fireman's back as she felt her first orgasm of the day nearing, and held him there as she came, and then came again a few minutes later. Her mind reeling, she looked down at the head between her thighs, wondering what it would feel like to have that huge cock inside her. She'd never had sex with a black man or a stripper before, or even fantasized about it, and the thought was almost as frightening as it was thrilling. "Is something wrong?" asked Alexis. Rhonda tried to answer, and realized that she was still sucking the cowboy's cock. She reluctantly let it slip out of her mouth, and said, "I haven't had sex in more than a year. I stopped taking the pill." "Ah. Of course." She opened the desk drawer. "Franklin! Catch!" The fireman turned around, snatched the extra-large condom out of the air, and removed the wrapper. Rhonda stared as rolled the sheath down over his massive erection, and involuntarily gulped. If I don't look at him, she told herself, it doesn't matter that he's black; she nodded, then positioned herself on the sofa on her hands and knees. "That's how you like it?" asked Franklin. "That's how I want it. But be gentle." "Yes ma'am." He grinned, and knelt behind her, and slowly inserted his cock into her, completely filling her until the tip nudged her cervix and he pulled back slightly. Rhonda came again as the dick rubbed against her g-spot and Franklin fucked her with the precision and timing of a champion gymnast, delaying her fourth orgasm until she was almost ready to scream - and then the climax rolled over her like a tsunami, briefly causing her to forget the existence of anything in the world except the big cock in her cunt. When she had recovered sufficiently to see clearly, she realized that Alexis was standing over her, obviously enjoying the view. "Nice ass," she said, "but it would look even better with a dick in it." Rhonda's eyes widened, and she whimpered, "No... please..." "You've never tried anal?" "No..." "You don't know what you're missing. It's the best fucking feeling in the world, so tight and hot that it's easily ten times as intense as a big cock in your cunt. Better than money, or power, or revenge. Would you like me to show you?" "I..." Alexis grinned, and turned to the cowboy. "Tex, sit your cute buns down on that chair and get ready for the ride of your life." "Yes ma'am!" Alexis slipped out of her red silk dress, squeezed some lube onto her fingertips, and then slowly inserted one, then two, fingers into her asshole as she walked over towards Tex. She bent over to kiss his cock, then deep-throated it for just long enough to make him moan, then extracted her fingers and turned around and straddled him, impaling herself on his erection until he was balls-deep in her ass. She reached down and rubbed her clit, and Tex grabbed her beautiful breasts, pushing them up towards her face so that she could lick her nipples. Rhonda, who had never looked a woman's cunt before, found herself fascinated by the spectacle of Alexis grinding up and down on the cock in her butthole, the pink interior of her twat glistening just above it, the rhythmic bouncing of her big brown boobs and her luminous ecstatic expression as the pleasure became ever more intense until she came with a full-throated scream. Her asshole tightened, then relaxed, and a few frantic heartbeats later, Tex ejaculated into her butt, the sensation sending her over the edge again. Rhonda was briefly aware of Franklin coming at almost exactly the same time, before her own climax blotted everything else out of her consciousness. The sounds and smells of sex and sodomy almost obscured the strange music playing on the stereo and the perfume of the incense. Alexis, still moaning softly with pleasure, climbed unsteadily off of Tex's lap, grabbed two objects from the desk, and crawled over to the sofa where Rhonda was recovering her breath. "See what I mean?" the therapist purred. "How would you like to come like that?" "I... I..." "It's okay," Alexis crooned. "I'm not going to suggest that you take a monster cock like Franklin's up your butt for your first time. Or even Tex's - sorry, Tex." The cowboy gave her an 'aw, shucks' grin. "It'll feel much better if you prepare yourself properly first. This is the smallest butt plug I have, but it's big enough to help you relax and to remind you of what just happened here, just how hot anal sex is and how good it's going to feel when you take it up the ass. You can leave it in until you come back here after your town hall meeting, if you like." Rhonda nodded weakly. Her eyes widened and she gasped quietly as Alexis slid the well-lubed tapering plug, no larger than a finger, into her twitching asshole, but she didn't protest. "Now, you'd better get dressed, or you'll be late for your meeting. Better call your chauffeur and ask him to pick you up; you don't look like you'll be in any shape to drive for a few minutes. We'll talk again." She and Franklin helped Rhonda gather and don her discarded clothing, and guided her towards the front door. "Do you think that persuaded her?" asked the stripper. "I don't know. That's why I have plan B. You and your boyfriend had better hit the showers." "Is Rita here?" "No; she's part of Plan B. You can come and see her later if you're feeling left out, but you're not sticking that skyscraper of yours up MY ass again! And don't give me those puppy eyes, or I won't rim you while you fuck her. Okay?" *** "Fuck!" Lorelei muttered, as Rhonda finished her speech. "That's the same bullshit she's been spouting all week. I thought Alexis -" "Shh," said Rita, sitting beside her, as she took a small remote out of her jacket pocket. She and Lorelei were seated only two rows behind the journalists, and Lorelei's sexy theatre-trained voice tended to carry. "We have a Plan B." She waited until the MC opened the floor for questions, then raised her hand. When the microphone reached her, she asked, "What will happen to the jobs of the people working downtown if your plans to gentrify the area go ahead?" "The businesses can relocate when their leases run out or the employees can retrain," said Rhonda. "We're trying to create a family-friendly environment there, and I don't think strip clubs and gay ba - aaaaaaaaah!" Rita smiled as she pressed the button on the remote, setting the butt plug in Rhonda's ass to vibrate at its lowest speed. The audience looked at Rhonda with obvious concern and curiosity, and the candidates on stage and the journalists in the front row wondered about the faint buzzing noise and the lines of interference on the TV monitors. The MC murmured to her, "Did you leave your phone on vibrate?" Rhonda shook her head, and took a deep breath. "I don't think strip clubs and gay bars promo-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh." She gulped, suddenly realizing that she was in danger of having an ear-piercing anal orgasm in front of a town hall meeting heavily stacked with her narrow-minded followers. "Promote the image we want for this city." Rita smiled as she heard the woman sitting in front of her murmur, "I think she's having a fit." Yeah, she thought; a very tight one. The attendant reached for the microphone, but Rita wasn't finished. "How would you answer your critics who say this whole gentrification scheme is just a way of giving millions in ratepayer money to the construction company who's helped finance your campaign?" Rhonda, her knees shaking, grabbed the podium to help her stand upright. "I'd say that this isn't just about mon - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The MC looked panicky. "Get a doctor!" "I'm an MD," said one of the other candidates, rushing towards her. "Mrs Varney -" "No! No doctors! I'm alrigh - aaaaaah!" She considered stepping away from the podium, but realized that a photo of her crawling on all fours, rather than walking, would look even worse on the front page than the images they already had. The doctor grabbed one of her arms, and the MC grabbed another, and they escorted her offstage. *** Lorelei grinned as she read the headlines. "'has withdrawn her candidacy, citing health and family concerns.'" She dropped the paper, stared at the heart-shaped veve painted on the ceiling, and relaxed as Alexis massaged her legs. "What do you think will happen now?" "My grandmother was the fortune-teller, not me," said Alexis. "Guess." "Oh, I would say that they're going to wait a few weeks, and quietly get divorced, and she'll move to another town where this didn't make the news, probably change her name and go back to selling real estate. I think she'll stay out of politics, though: the rumours about her will still be all over the internet, and she'll be the butt of jokes - no pun intended, of course." "Doesn't she have a copy of the video of her husband's skype call? Can't she blackmail him with that?" "She doesn't have a copy," said Alexis. "I sent her a link to a website, and a password. The video had copy protection up the wazoo, thanks to one of my pet geeks, and we took the site down once she'd come here. Of course, Peter doesn't know she doesn't have a copy, so if she bluffs, the divorce settlement shouldn't be too hard on her. He may run for re-election, and he might win another term - or he may decide to retire on a senator's pension, go back to DeMonique or find some other mistress, and play golf for the rest of his life. They'll both be okay - and so will your club, and the other businesses downtown." The Ethical Slutmaker Ch. 06 Lorelei smiled. "I'm glad you have an ethical code - but I'm even more glad that we're friends!" Alexis grinned, removed her smock, and rubbed her beautiful natural breasts along Lorelei's body to press them against the ex-pornstar's huge oiled boobs. "Oh, I think we're much more than just friends - don't you?" The Ethical Slutmaker Ch. 07 Chapter 7: Tunnels and Trollops Andrea walked into the waiting room, and blinked when she saw Rita behind the desk. "Hi. Where's Naomi?" "Gone to LA to help look after her sister's kids for a few weeks," Rita replied. "Her sister broke her leg playing roller derby, so we couldn't say no, even though it was short notice. You didn't have a date, did you?" "I wish," the goth grrl said dryly. "No, I'm just returning some manga she lent me." Rita nodded. The busty and beautiful Naomi was an excellent receptionist, masseuse, and advertisement for their services: she was propositioned daily, and proposed to at least once a month. She would occasionally let men fuck her magnificent tits, or jerk them off between her tattooed feet, but she much preferred staying at home in the evenings with a vegetarian meal, a DVD, and one or more of the women from her lesbian Buddhist volleyball team and book club. "You still working at that piercing place?" "Uh-huh. You want a piercing?" "No thanks. I was wondering whether you'd like to fill in for Naomi 'til she gets back." "I can do Monday to Thursdays..." "That would help..." said Rita. "But I'm really looking for someone who can work weekends." "No can do, but I can think of someone who could." "Has she been here? We'd prefer one of our interns or trainees, or at least a client." "No... at least, I don't think so. But she's worked as a receptionist." "Is she hot?" "Not as hot as Naomi, but she's cute, and her tits are bigger than mine." Rita looked slightly more interested. "Girlfriend of yours?" "Not really. We've made out a few times; she's bi... sort of." "Sort of?" "Okay, she's bi, but in this weird serial monogamy sort of way. She was dating a woman from my dojo who didn't like bisexuals, so she said she was strictly gay for a few months – probably believed it, too. Then they broke up and now she has the hots for a guy in our D&D group, but he thinks she's still a dyke." "I didn't know you were into B&D." "Dungeons and Dragons," said Andrea, sticking her pierced tongue out. "Not bondage and discipline – discipline was never my strong point - and not that sort of dungeon. I tried that, but it didn't do a lot for me." "Oh," said Rita. "I would have thought you'd be more into Vampire: the Masquerade." "I was," the goth replied, "but it's hard to find anyone around here who still plays that... well, not without holding a séance. Do you want me to call Zoe, ask her to come around for an interview?" "We'll let you know," said Rita. "Alexis wants me to try our old interns first; they have a better idea of the sort of services we offer. If we don't have any luck, I'll call you. Are you coming to our Hallowe'en party?" "Fuck yeah!" "Are you going to wear that Elvira costume again? That was fantastic." "I have something even better in mind for this year – but you'll have to wait and see." Rita smiled. "That sounds promising. What time can you start on Monday?" *** Alexis looked Zoe up and down, from her slightly messy ash-blonde hair down to her Star Trek sneakers, and smiled at the slogan on her t-shirt – 'Then Buffy staked Edward. The End'. Her face, free of cosmetics, was cute rather than pretty, and her baggy clothes gave barely a hint as to her figure, but she might pass with a change of costume. "You're nineteen?" "Twenty next month." "Andrea says you've worked as a receptionist before." Zoe nodded. "My parents run a motel near the airport. I worked the desk there sometimes." Alexis smiled. "You must have seen some... interesting people." "Well, no British Prime Ministers, but yeah, it's been educational in its way." "Do any of them ever hit on you?" "Sometimes." "What do you do?" "I tell them I'm underage. That scares off most of the men, and the creeps who keep asking and offer me money, I tell to fuck off I'll call the cops. Women aren't as easy to fool, but they don't get pushy, either. Some ask me out for coffee or dinner, and sometimes I say yes, but if I'm going to fuck, I do it somewhere else, not at the motel." "Has Andrea told you what sort of work we do here?" "Holistic healing. And she said it was the best place she'd ever worked." "We enjoyed her time here, too," Alexis replied. "Anyway, we don't go in for homeopathy or reflexology or any of that nonsense here: it's primarily massage and sex therapy." "And aromatherapy?" asked Zoe, noticing the odd but very pleasant perfume in the air. "We do use some scented oils and incense that help our clients to relax," Alexis said, more or less thruthfully: the incense was actually a powerful aphrodisiac, containing synthesized human pheromones and an extract from a rare Dictyophora mushroom, among other ingredients. "I do mostly couples counselling, but not all of the couples are straight... actually, not all of them are couples. Some of them are triples or quadruples. And some of them have some unusual kinks, though nothing illegal. Is that going to bother you?" "I think I can cope." "Okay. If anyone does hit on you – well, what you do on your own time is up to you, but we'll always back you up when you say no. One more thing, though – we do have a dress code." Zoe looked down at her T-shirt and jeans. "Sorry. I came here straight from class." "What are you studying?" "Comp sci and game design, with a minor in astronomy." "Uh-huh. Well, jeans are okay and your shoes are fine – you'll mostly be sitting behind a desk, unless we need you to go to the bank or do a load of laundry – but as much as I approve of the sentiment, that T-shirt has to go. I think I have a top in your size, if you'd like to try that on..." *** Zoe sat behind the desk in the empty waiting room, and tried to concentrate on writing her essay on cybersecurity and the Ashley Madison debacle. It had taken her most of Sunday afternoon to write half a page, and not because the place had been particularly busy. She'd found herself becoming increasingly horny all day, and not just because she hadn't had a date on Saturday night and hadn't been fucked in months. Maybe it was the amount of cleavage she was displaying in the scoop-necked top Alexis had given her (she'd tried wearing it with a bra on her first day, but this morning she'd given up on that, and found it much more comfortable), or maybe it was the way so many of the couples who emerged from their counselling sessions seemed so eager to rip each other's clothes off without waiting to get to their parked cars or the hotel around the corner, but her nipples felt as hard and tight as if someone had been sucking them. By three thirty, after adding another sentence to the essay and then deleting it, she finally gave up and logged on to her favourite site for slash fanfic. Alexis had made it clear that she wasn't permitted to play games while at the desk, but silently websurfing was okay. She started reading a story about a threesome in the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon – Han, Chewie, and a twi'lek who was an obvious Mary Sue for the writer – and was nearing the climax when an attractive woman in her thirties and a slightly younger man staggered out of Alexis's consultation room to pay their bill and make another appointment. The woman had her tongue in the man's ear and was fondling his ass and inner thighs as he punched in his PIN without seeming to pay any attention to the amount he was being charged. They hurried outside a moment later, and Zoe rushed to the staff bathroom to jill herself off while fondling, licking and gently chewing her tits. A few minutes later, when her breathing and heartrate had returned to near-normal and her post-orgasmic flush was fading, she returned to the waiting room to find Rita sitting behind the desk. "Oh, hi," the pretty blonde said, looking up. "I tried buzzing you, but you didn't answer, so I thought I'd better check to see when my next appointment was. Are you okay? You look a little flushed." *** "How did Zoe do on the weekend?" asked Andrea, as she carried a load of clean towels to the massage room. Rita smiled. "She seems to be having a good time. I caught her reading a story about someone being DP-ed by Han Solo and Chewbacca. Or maybe she'd written it." Andrea raised an ink-black eyebrow at that. "Who got the ass?" "Han. I gather Chewbacca is hung like a bantha, whatever that is – don't tell me, if I wanted to know, I'd have googled it." "I thought you liked Harrison Ford." "Yeah, but I like him better with his shirt off. Or when he kisses a woman. Or when he has that whip. Preferably all three. It's Zoe's birthday on Wednesday, isn't it?" "Yes." "Having a party?" "Nothing like one of your birthday parties, I'm sure," said Andrea dryly. Rita liked to celebrate her birthdays by letting her lovers, male and female, lick cream cake from her naked body, and then getting fucked by one man for each year. Last year, she'd taken three cocks between her perky tits, five in her shaven minge, eight in her ass and eleven in her mouth. "She's playing D&D with us on Wednesday night, and her parents are taking her out to dinner on Friday night." "I hope she's getting laid on the weekend, at least." "Doubt it." "Doesn't she have the hots for one of the boys in your, ah, dungeon?" "Dave, yeah. And he has the hots for her, too – but he thinks she's gay, and she won't make the first move either. Basically, what we have here is a failure to communicate. You know what nerds are like: they'll never believe someone wants to fuck them unless it can be scientifically proven, so they've just been looking at each other like the samurai at the end of Sanjuro, in slow motion. If I knew where I could buy her a clue for her birthday, believe me, I would." Rita considered this. "That may not be necessary. How would you like to hold your game here, in the conference room? Tell them you have to work a little late, or something." "I could, but why?" "I may have a solution to the communication problem... and the perfect gift for her birthday..." *** Zoe stared at the corset nervously. "I've never worn one of those before. Are you sure it'll fit?" "I think so, but there's only one way to find out. Take your shirt off and we'll try it on." "Shouldn't I wear something underneath it? Or over it?" "Nah. Trust me, this'll be perfect for the next time we go to Rocky Horror." She smiled as Zoe pulled her 'Keep Calm and Don't Blink' t-shirt over her head and unfastened her heavy-duty bra, revealing her spectacular milky breasts. Andrea smiled when she saw that her pink nipples were already erect, and restrained the urge to touch or kiss them. She helped her friend don the corset and fussed with the ties until she heard the doorbell chime. "I'd better go let them in," the goth said. "This barely covers my nipples!" Zoe sounded faintly alarmed, but there was more than a hint of a giggle in her voice. "You'll be fine. Come on." Andrea walked out of the conference room into the foyer, and opened the front door to admit the rest of the gamers – Seth, Meihui and David. Zoe emerged a moment later, moving very cautiously, and the trio stared for a moment, speechless. Then tiny Meihui squealed with delight and ran towards her. "Happy birthday!" she said, standing on tiptoes so she could hug Zoe without burying her face between her enormous breasts. "You look fantastic!" "Yeah," said David, regaining his voice at last. "Uh... utterly b-b-beautiful." "Spectacular," Seth agreed. "And, yeah, happy birthday." He held out the DVD box set he'd bought her as though it were a protective talisman. Meihui released Zoe from her tight embrace, stepped back, and produced a gift from her backpack. Andrea broke the awkward silence that followed by asking, "Aren't you going to unwrap your presents?" Zoe blushed, realizing she'd been staring at the growing bulge in David's jeans. "Yes," she said. "Yes, I will. Yes." *** David, sitting opposite Zoe, looked down at his character sheet to avoid staring at her cleavage and the hint of nipple showing above the top of the corset, and concentrated on listening to Andrea. "I pick the lock," he said, rolling dice. "The door opens, and you see a room roughly twenty feet square, completely empty apart from a pillar or obelisk of some sort of white stone standing in the centre. It's between five and six feet high and between two and three feet across. And there's another door on the far side." "Detect magic," said Seth. "Nothing, except what you're carrying." "Detect evil," said Zoe. "Nothing," said Andrea, waited for a moment, and then asked, "David, what do you want to do?" "I want to suck Zoe's breasts and then fuck them," said David, and then turned bright red as he realized what he'd said. "I mean..." The awkward silence that followed this remark was as thick as stone. Finally, Zoe found the courage to ask, "What DID you mean?" "I didn't mean to say that aloud," muttered David, wondering why he had. "But did you mean what you said?" David drew a deep breath. "Andrea asked what I wanted, not what my character wanted... and yes, I shouldn't have said it, but it is what I want. Your girlfriend's going to beat the crap out of me, isn't she?" "We broke up months ago," said Zoe softly. "I thought you knew." "But you're still gay, aren't you?" "I'm bi. And do you want to know what I want?" Before David could answer, Zoe turned to Andrea and said, "Can we have some privacy, please?" "The massage suite should be unlocked," Andrea replied. "Is that okay?" She knew that the room was well stocked with oils, lubes and condoms – and, if she was misreading the situation, with a first aid kit. Zoe nodded, a little stiffly, and walked out. David hesitated, looked around the room at everyone else's faces, then followed her. None of the others spoke for several seconds, until Seth murmured, "Game over?" "I think so," said Meihui. "Without the cleric and the thief, we're screwed." Andrea grinned, and leaned back in her chair. "Good idea," she said. "How do you want to do this?" *** "Lock the door," Zoe said, as David followed her into the massage suite. "And help me get out of this thing." "Sure, but... are you sure this is what you want?" Zoe nodded, then said with more than a hint of exasperation, "Do you want to fuck my tits or not? Because I've been trying to say yes since... well, probably before you got around to asking. Yes, I want to do this. I stopped taking the pill and carrying condoms when I was with Claire, so I don't think we should fuck, and there aren't other men I want to fuck, but you... fuck, can we just do it before I chicken out and change my mind?" She turned her back on him, and for a moment, he thought she'd reconsidered, then realized she needed help with the laces on her corset. He brushed her hair aside so that he could kiss her ear and her neck while he fumbled with the ties. "It's not just your breasts I like," he murmured. "That's good," she replied. "Because I may not want you to stop there." She breathed out as he loosened the corset, then unhooked the front busk studs until she was able to remove the garment and free her breasts. That done, she spun around to face David, placing her hands under her tits and lifting them almost to her chin. "Is this what you want?" "I -" he began, then kissed her on the mouth while wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her towards him. While they tasted and explored each other's lips and tongues, Zoe grabbed one of David's hands and placed it on her left breast so that he could feel the soft smooth weight and the stiffening nipple. He began kissing his way down her neck and chest until his face was between her boobs, then ran his tongue around each nipple until both felt as hard as his cock. He sucked as much of her right tit into his mouth as he could, and Zoe felt her cunt pulse in harmony with the rhythm. She scissored one of his thighs between hers, rubbing her cunt up and down until the pressure on her clit was enough to bring her to the best orgasm she'd had since her last night with Claire. She looked down at David with affection and a new-found respect: she frequently came from playing with her own breasts, but she couldn't remember the last time a man had been able to give her so much pleasure just with his mouth and hands. Maybe it was just that she was unusually horny tonight, but she felt that he deserved a reward. She kissed his head, and murmured, "Do you still want to fuck my tits?" It took David some effort and several seconds to stop sucking her boobs long enough to gasp, "Yes!", but it didn't seem to polite to nod with her tit still in his mouth. Zoe smiled, then cautiously stepped back and examined the shelf stacked with bottles of oil and lube as she removed her jeans and knickers. "Passionfruit flavour?" she suggested, amused by the selection. "Fine, as long as they removed the pips." She giggled, grabbed the bottle, and noticed a box of condoms behind it. Maybe later, she thought, as she squirted the liquid onto her rack and down her cleavage. "Okay," she said, "How do you want me?" *** Seth looked at Meihui uncertainly, then openly stared at Andrea as she pulled her black Ouija board T-shirt up over her head, revealing a shelf bra and breasts only slightly smaller than Zoe's. "Would you rather I left?" asked Meihui, a little nervously. "That's up to you," Andrea replied, "but I'd be very disappointed. I think the three of us could have a lot of fun together. Seth?" Seth nodded, while looking from one to the other (women, not breasts) as though uncertain which way to turn. "You're both gorgeous," he said sincerely. "Incredibly hot." "I've never had a threesome before..." said Meihui. "Me neither," said Seth softly. "But..." "Think of it as levelling up," Andrea suggested. "Double experience points." Meihui stood, and walked towards her, removing her reading glasses and stripping out of her tee dress to reveal her sensible white cotton underwear, tiny tits, and perfectly shaped ass. "How are we going to do this?" she murmured near Andrea's ear. "We only have one man between us, and if I said I'll fight you for the cock, you'd kick my butt." Andrea grinned, and replied quietly, "I can think of much better things to do to your beautiful little butt. Things I'm sure we'd both enjoy, if you'll let me – and you can have first go with his cock. Does that sound fair?" *** David stepped out of his jeans and boxer shorts and sat down on the couch, and Zoe knelt before him and licked his circumcised cock from his balls to the tip, before kissing the head and sucking as much of the length into her mouth as she could accommodate. Then she sandwiched his cock between her silky milky succulent and oh-so-fuckable tits, tits so big that only the very tip of his cock protruded from her slippery cleavage. Unable to simultaneously suck him and titty-fuck him, she settled for running her tongue around her right nipple, then around his glans (now almost the same shade of scarlet), then over her left nipple, then back to his cock, repeating the pattern while rubbing her knockers up and down his dick. There was too much lube on her boobs for there to be much friction, but it was warm and slick and felt like the sloppiest sluttiest blow-job he'd ever had, and the sight of those magnificent mammaries wrapped around his cock soon sent him over the edge. Jets of semen shot skyward, and Zoe managed to catch most of it in her mouth as though drinking from a water fountain, but some splashed on her face and some dropped back onto her boobs. As he sat back, his senses reeling, he watched her lick his come from her cheeks and her nipples. "Wow," he said, when he'd recovered the power of speech. "That was fantastic – even better than I ever imagined it could be. You are fucking amazing!" The Ethical Slutmaker Ch. 07 Zoe grinned. "I enjoyed it too." "That's great, but... it's meant to be your birthday! I should be, uh..." "Blowing out my candles?" "I was going to say, 'making you come', but yeah, you get the idea. Would you like me to go down on you?" "Sure," she said. In her experience, men were rarely as good at eating pussy as her female lovers, but his eagerness to please her was a serious turn-on. She sat on the couch beside him, and he kissed her thighs before positioning himself between them and slowly licking his way towards her plump furry snatch, lapping up her juices before tentatively homing in on her clit. He carefully slid a long finger into her cunt, and then another, searching for her g-spot: a gasp of surprise and delight told him that she'd found it. "Oh yeah," she breathed, "keep doing that!" David grinned, and obliged, and finger-fucked her while sucking gently on her clit until she came. When she was breathing normally again, she slid off the couch and lay on the carpet. "What's wrong?" her lover asked. "Absolutely nothing, but I want to be able to touch your cock while you eat me." He grinned. "As you wish." He resumed licking and fingering her while she fondled his scrotum and felt his cock stiffen. When she'd coaxed it back into a thick erection, she asked, "Do you want to fuck?" "Hell yeah, but I thought you –" "There are condoms on the shelf. Give me a second and I'll get one." He lay there, watching her boobs jiggle as she hurried back. She unwrapped a studded rubber, which she rolled onto his cock, then she got down on her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder at him and whispered, "Fuck me. Please." He positioned himself behind her and carefully guided his latex-sheathed dick into her wet cunt. She shifted until he had the angle just right, then reached back and rubbed her clit while he fondled her slippery pendulous boobs and played with her swollen nipples. They soon settled into a rhythm as though they'd been practicing this particular dance for years; she came once before he did, and then again a moment after he ejaculated inside her. He pulled out a moment later, careful not to dislodge the condom, then collapsed beside her. She rolled over to face him, and he pulled her close and kissed her. "Thank you," she said. "I hope I don't have to wait until my next birthday for you to do that again." "You won't," he promised. "What are you doing after class tomorrow?" "Going to see my doctor?" she replied, smiling. "Going to go back on the pill. How about Saturday?" *** Andrea reached down to stroke Seth's cock, and found Meihui's hand already wrapped possessively around it. She settled for cupping his balls while both he and Meihui sucked hungrily on her tits, and leaned back against the wall to prevent herself falling over when she came. "Okay, wizard," she panted, "it's time to show us what your wand can do. Go and lie on the couch." She glanced at Meihui, who hurried over to the sofa and scrambled on top of Seth, lowering her already wet cunt onto his erection before Andrea could change her mind and monopolize the cock. Seth's dick was only slightly longer and fatter than average, but he wasn't much taller than Andrea and was scrawny enough to make it look bigger, and in the little hands of the waif-like Meihui, it looked absolutely huge. The dungeon mistress grinned as she heard Seth groan with pleasure, then walked – a little unsteadily – towards them, idly tugging on her clit-hood piercing as she went. "Fuck, that feels fucking wonderful," muttered Seth, looking up at the tiny Singaporean with something close to awe. "You're just so fucking tight!" "You should try my ass," Meihui purred. "Oh yes! Please!" Meihui grinned. "But not tonight. I like anal sometimes, but only with a lot of lube, a lot of foreplay - and maybe a little pot, especially with a thick cock like yours. Okay?" Seth nodded weakly. "Good." She looked over at Andrea. "Are you going to join us?" The goth chuckled, and bent over Seth so that her beautiful boobs dangled over his face. "You like pussy?" "Yes!" He stuck out his tongue, trying to reach her nipples, but she moved them just out of reach. "And asses? You like women's asses? And their hot little assholes?" "Yes!" "Do you think you'd like mine?" "Yes!" "Good," she said, and swung a leg over his head and positioned herself over his face, her clit over his mouth, her cunt rubbing his nose, her butt above his eyes so that he was staring into her asshole. His tongue brushed against her pierced clit-hood – even with his vision so totally obscured, the silver ring made it easy to find – and soon he was eating her out eagerly. Andrea licked her fingers, and reached down to gently stimulate her butthole. She leaned forward slightly, and with her other hand, pulled Meihui's face back into her cleavage. Meihui kissed both gorgeous tits before sucking as much of the right one as she could into her mouth, her tongue circling the nipple. Andrea began finger-fucking her ass in time with Meihui's sliding up and down on Seth's cock, and the delightful combination of sensations in her clit, her nipple and her asshole soon pushed her over the edge, into an ear-piercing ululation of joy as she climaxed. She ground her cunt down onto Seth's happy face, then half-climbed half-fell off him and onto the floor. She kissed Seth, licking her juices from his cheeks and mouth, then crawled around the couch and slithered up behind Meihui. "You really do have a beautiful butt," she murmured. "Can I kiss it?" Meihui giggled, wiggled her adorable Asian ass enticingly, and replied, "If you want to, but I've been at work all day. I may not be very clean." Andrea grinned. "That's fine. I like dirty girls." She ran her pierced tongue down the cleft between those perfect buttocks until she detected the star-like folds around her anus, and ran her tongue around them until the tiny hole flowered enough to let her push the tip of her tongue inside. The hole tightened again a few seconds later as Meihui came, triggering Seth's orgasm, his roar of pleasure drowning out her ecstatic whimpering. Meihui and Seth lay huddled together, exhausted but overjoyed, as Andrea licked up the semen that tricked out of Meihui's delightful cunt. No-one spoke for several minutes, until Seth muttered, "Wow..." "How many experience points do we get for that adventure?" asked Meihui, giggling. "Does it matter?" asked Andrea, as she finally managed to stand without holding onto the walls. "Fuck no," said Seth, and kissed Meihui. "Not when I've found this treasure. Same time next week?" Andrea snorted. "Don't think you're getting away that easily. I'm still horny as hell, and there's a shower two doors down the hall - or would you rather I just licked you both clean?" The Ethical Slutmaker Ch. 08 Rock a Bi Babysitter "So, what seems to be the problem?" Alexis asked Tammi, who was sitting on the couch in the interview room and having some difficulty looking the therapist in the eye. "Are you and Dan...?" Tammi hesitated. "This is probably silly, but..." Alexis waited. "He's not fucking other women... or not enough of them, anyway." Alexis raised an eyebrow at the remark. "Did he say that?" "No..." "Then what makes you think he's thinking it? Have you stopped having sex?" Tammi shook her head emphatically. "We fuck nearly every night when he's home, and sometimes in the shower in the morning, though that's usually oral sex, sucking and rimming each other." "Does he fuck you in the ass?" Tammi smiled and nodded. "Usually. Sometimes we can't wait and he comes in my mouth or my pussy first." "I gather you enjoy it?" "I fucking love it." "So what's the problem?" "I'm not sure," she admitted. "I just feel like something's missing, I don't know what, but maybe it wouldn't be if he was fucking other women more often." "How do you know he isn't?" "He says he isn't, except sometimes when he has to go out of town. And his cock just smells and tastes like... well, like cock, except when it tastes like me." "Hmm. Are you having sex with anyone else?" "Only when he's out of town. And it's nowhere near as good. I've tried dating websites and things like that, but most women I've tried to pick up won't sleep with bisexuals, and the ones who do won't do anything anal on the first date, and getting a second date... well, you know what they say about lesbians and second dates. And the bisexuals want threesomes with their men, and I don't want to pay someone, I want someone who's there because they enjoy it as much as I do, and -" She stopped suddenly. "You don't have sex with other men?" "No. Even before we started seeing you, sex with Dan was better than the sex I'd had with other men before we were married - and now it's a hundred times better. But..." "What?" "That time here, with you and Rita and Dan, that was the hottest sex I've ever had. Eating Dan's come out of your ass while Rita rimmed me..." Her hand drifted down between her thighs, and she absent-mindedly hiked her skirt up so she could rub her bare blonde twat. "Oh fuck..." "Where is Dan now?" "Out of town. Probably fucking some gorgeous woman with boobs as big and beautiful as yours. Fucking her tits, maybe even fucking her ass." She diddled her clit more urgently. "I wish..." "Wish what?" "That I was there with them, licking his come off her tits or sucking it out of her ass..." She moaned as she came. "Can I lick your ass again? Please?" Alexis blinked. The mind control techniques she used were designed to help people overcome their inhibitions, but they'd rarely been as successful as they had with Tammi. Few of her clients had changed their long-term behaviour to the same degree - but in this case, one therapy session had been enough to transform the petite pretty blonde from a backdoor virgin who'd never eaten pussy, to a bisexual anal addict who'd eagerly tried to jam her tongue all the way up Alexis's gaping spermy asshole. "If you want," she said. "We're here to help people with problems like yours, though this is hardly a permanent solution..." She stood, unzipped her red dress and let it fall to the floor, then sat on the couch next to Tammi, legs spread and knees up to reveal her asshole as well as her hairless coffee-coloured cunt and her her beautiful big brown boobs. Tammi knelt before her, and kissed her clit and her labia, slowly and inexorably working her way down to Alexis's lightly-perfumed anus. Alexis purred as she felt Tammi's tongue tentatively trace its way around the starlike folds around her sphincter, then fondled and sucked on her own tits while the cute blonde began licking even more avidly, spiralling in towards that tiny hole, with her little nose in her therapist's moist cunt. Alexis reached down and diddled her clit, wrapping her long luscious legs around Tammi's head, pulling her in closer. Tammi smiled as she felt Alexis's asshole tighten as her orgasm approached, and inhaled the juices oozing from her tasty twat. The therapist gasped "Yesssssssssss!" as she came, her hips bucking hard enough that Tammi was almost dislodged from her position between her thighs. She breathed deeply for a moment, then crooned, "There are toys and lube in the desk, if you want to come too." Tammi looked up, and reluctantly removed her tongue for long enough to say, "Not if I have to move." "But it would really get me hot to watch you come. And you'd look great with a toy in that gorgeous little butt." When Tammi resumed licking, she continued, "At least take that dress off and let me see you play with yourself." Tammi pouted prettily, but since she was able to obey that request without removing her face from between Alexis's thighs, she complied, and reached back to ease her fingers into her golden cunt while she stroked her clit-hood with her thumb. When her little finger was slippery enough, she slid it out of her twat and slowly inserted it into her twitching asshole. She came almost instantly, and began frigging herself even more energetically, giving herself her second orgasm just as Alexis squirted over her face and into her mouth. They remained locked together for a moment, Alexis's legs wrapped around Tammi's head and back, until Tammi kissed Alexis's asshole and slid to the floor. "Wow," she said softly. "Wow," Alexis echoed, "but it's not really a long-term solution to your problem." She thought for a moment. "You have children, don't you?" "One of each. Five and two. Why?" "Do you ever need to hire a babysitter when you're going out?" "Yes." "I know some young women, students mostly, who don't mind picking up a little extra money baby-sitting, and who also like women, and men, and threesomes. They're not professional sex workers; they're enthusiastic amateurs, and very talented, and guaranteed clean. If they like both of you, they'll let you know, and if you like them, then fantastic. They just charge what a babysitter will charge, though some of them may accept tips if you offer them. If they only like one of you, they'll make a date to see you later; if they don't want to fuck either of you, you can just go out to a movie or a hotel or whatever you feel like doing. Are you interested?" *** Dan was slightly startled when a zaftig Goth girl knocked on the door, particularly as she was wearing black lipstick, Bettie Page bangs, pentacle earrings, a studded leather jacket over an Edward Gorey T-shirt, ragged black denim shorts, laddered black stockings, and Doc Martens decorated with Hieronymus Bosch images of Hell. He'd almost recovered his composure by the time she said, "Hi, I'm Andrea, the babysitter. You must be Dan," but her tongue piercing discombobulated him for a moment. "Uh... yeah. Come in. The kids are already asleep." "Cool. Hey, can I use your bathroom?" "Sure," he said, still slightly flustered. "Down the hall, first left." "Thanks." *** Tammi was touching up her lip gloss when Andrea walked into the bathroom behind her. "Hi," the goth said. "Sorry, just need to wash my hands - unless I can take a quick shower? I've been on my feet all day." "That's fine," "I'm Andrea," she said, as she dropped her shoulder bag and leather jacket on the floor, then pulled her t-shirt over her head to reveal a magnificent pair of DD breasts in a lacy black bra. "How long have you known Alexis?" "We've been seeing her for three months. How about you?" "I interned there last year." She unhooked her bra, then knelt down and untied her boots. "And I worked there as a receptionist while Naomi was away." A few seconds later, she was completely naked, and Tammi found herself staring in the mirror at her raven-black landing strip and the silver ring of her clit-hood piercing. "Your husband seems nice," Andrea added. "Uh... thanks. He is." Andrea smiled as she noticed where Tammi's gaze was fixed. "Haven't you ever seen a French wax before? Or is it the piercing?" "It's your piercing," Tammi replied. "Does it, uh..." "It's great for cunnilingus," Andrea said. "Even the most clueless man can find my clit now. And for getting myself off, too." She reached down and gently tugged on the ring, and moaned softly. "I wouldn't think you'd need to masturbate..." said Tammi, and blushed. "I mean, you wouldn't have any trouble finding someone to, uh..." "Eat me out or fuck me?" "Yes, please - I mean -" "Thank you for the compliment. Alexis said you had a silver tongue." She grinned, and stuck her own tongue out. It was unusually long, and the piercing glinted hypnotically under the bathroom light. "Yeah, I can usually get a date if I want, but not everyone turns me on, and I get so horny so often that sometimes I can't wait. Usually when I'm in the shower - speaking of which -" She pulled back the curtain and stepped in, then turned the water on. "- or the bath, when I start soaping up my boobs or my cunt, it turns into playing with myself." She squirted shower gel into her hand, lathered it up, and began rubbing it over her beautiful big breasts. "And I have a shower head on a flexible pipe, so I can direct it straight at my cunt or my ass," she continued, as the soapy water ran down her body down to the narrow strip of pubic hair and her pierced clit-hood. "And it gets me nice and clean as well as getting me hot. Dirty mind in a clean body, whatever that is in Latin." "Uh-huh," said Tammi, watching her massage her boobs and tweak her nipples. Andrea moved one hand down her body to scrub her twat, then turned around to give Tammi a good view of her well-rounded ass. After fingering herself for a minute, she looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Want to join me, or would you rather wait for your husband?" Tammi quickly unzipped her dress, stockings and suspender belt, and hurried over to the shower stall. She dropped to her knees behind Andrea and grabbed her hips, but the goth turned around to face her. "Tsk, tsk. No going from asshole to tits or cunt. Whether it's tongues, toys, fingers or cocks, ass comes last. It's like dessert. Okay?" "Uh-huh." Andrea quickly rinsed herself off, and Tammi kissed her way up her body from her cunt to her boobs, which she sucked eagerly while Andrea continued to tug on her clit-hood ring until she came, leaning back against the wall to prevent herself falling over. "I think we'd be more comfortable on the bed," she gasped. Tammi reluctantly stopped kissing Andrea's breasts long enough to steer her towards the bedroom, grabbing two towels on the way. She rubbed one towel over the goth's beautiful big boobs and butt, but Andrea simply threw her towel onto the bed and gently pushed Tammi onto it, then climbed onto her, her cunt above Tammi's face, her pierced tongue teasing her golden labia apart and teasingly circling her clit. Seconds later, they were 69ing as though they'd been created to fit together perfectly, and soon, both were coming, moaning into each other's cunts as they lapped up each other's juices. Andrea slid a finger into Tammi's twat, then carefully stroked her asshole. Tammi giggled with pleasure as her asshole dilated, allowing the finger to slip inside easily, then eagerly reciprocated, and the two finger-fucked each other's butts as they licked each other's clits, unaware that Dan had come into the room until they heard him gasp, "Holy fuck!" Andrea, whose head was nearest the door, looked up, then grinned at his expression. "Tsk, tsk. Do you kiss your wife with that mouth?" "Yes, of course!" "And her cunt, too? Do you kiss that?" "Yes, and anywhere else she wants me too." "Good man. Would you like to try mine?" "Oh yeah!" "Then get out of those clothes. I'm sure we can squeeze you in somewhere." Tammi stopped licking Andrea's cunt for a moment, though she continued fingering her asshole. "Can you...?" "What?" "I've never seen him titfuck a woman. Would you...?" "Well..." Andrea kissed Tammi's clit. "There's some lube in my bag..." "Where's your bag?" "In the bathroom," said Tammi, "but there's lube in the nightstand. That's closer." "Fine." She rolled off Tammi, who crawled over to the nightstand while Dan stripped off. "Okay, sit down." She accepted the bottle of vanilla lube and squeezed a dollop onto her chest, then squeezed her breasts together to coat her cleavage with the stuff. "Alexis said you like tits," she purred, as she knelt between Dan's legs and sandwiched his cock between her boobs. "You like fucking big natural tits. Right?" "Oh yeah." He and Tammi had fallen in love while they were still in high school, and while they'd both hoped she was just a late bloomer, her flat chest hadn't discouraged him from marrying her. "This feels fucking fantastic! What about you? Do you enjoy it?" "It's a turn-on feeling your cock get even harder, but I was turned on already, and I can think of better places to put a nice hard cock like yours." She turned her head to smile at Tammi, who was kneeling so close beside her that if Dan had come, most of it would have splattered her face. "What about you, sweetie? Is this what you wanted to see?" "Uh-huh." "Do you want to see him come all over my tits and my face and my tongue, so you can lick it all up?" "Oh yeah," Tammi and Dan moaned in harmony. "Or would you rather he fucked my ass? Because I want to come too, and a cock between my tits isn't going to do that - but I love being buttfucked. Would you like to see that?" "Oh fuck, honey, please say yes!" said Dan. "Girl, your tits feel terrific, but your asshole - Jesus, just thinking about it, I'm having a hard time not coming." Tammi pouted, then brightened. "Can I still lick up the come if he comes in your ass?" Andrea laughed. "You are a kinky little slut, aren't you? Of course you can, if that's what you want." "It is," Tammi said, "and yes, I am a kinky little slut, I love being a kinky little slut, and I would love to eat your ass, suck come out of your asshole, please can I lick your ass?" "Is she a good ass-licker, Dan?" "She is a wonderful ass-licker," he replied sincerely. "We rim each other nearly every day." "Wow. You have a treasure there. Never let her go." "I don't intend to. But we also love sharing with someone as hot as you." Andrea nodded, then smiled at Tammi again. "Want to lube up my asshole, get me ready? With lots of lube, not just your tongue. Lube it like it was your own ass that he was going to fuck." "Uh-huh." Tammi grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted half a cupful of gel into her palm, then scooped it up with her fingers and worked this into Andrea's hot asshole. She succumbed to the temptation to give it a quick kiss, and the goth giggled. "Are you ready?" she asked Dan. "I was ready the second I saw your ass." "Great." She leaned back, gave the head of his cock a quick kiss, then knelt over the edge of the bed and spread her cheeks. Dan eased his dick into the still viciously tight hole, gasping with delight as the now-purple head popped through her sphincter. He grabbed her tits and fucked her as slowly as he was still able to do, considering how incredibly turned on he was from fucking her glorious boobs, but barely a minute later he was ejaculating inside her asshole, sending Andrea over the edge with his last powerful thrust. As soon as he pulled out, Tammi was sucking his cock into her mouth, licking it clean, before diving in between Andrea's cheeks, pushing her tongue as far as it would go into that gaping hole. "Sit on my face," Tammi begged, between licks. "Please. I want to drink his come as it oozes out of your beautiful asshole. I won't stop licking, I promise, I'll eat out your ass as long as you want, I love being your kinky little asslicking slut, but my tongue's not as long as Dan's cock." "Okay." Andrea waited for Tammi to roll onto her back on the bed. "You'd better go shower," she told Dan, "then, when you're nice and clean again, come back here and lick your wife's clit until you're ready to fuck her." "In the ass, plea -" Tammi began, before Andrea lowered her butt onto her pretty little mouth. "What about your clit?" "Maybe later. Your wife should come first." "From what I've heard, I'm pretty sure she already has," said Dan dryly. Tammi mumbled something that sounded like assent, while continuing to suck her husband's semen out of this gorgeous goth girl's big round butt. Andrea laughed. "At least a dozen times. You men don't know what you missed out on when you got cocks instead of cunts. Now, shower! I'm sure Tammi and I can keep each other entertained until you get back." She watched him sidle towards the en-suite while he enjoyed the spectacle of his wife eagerly rimming this hot young slut, and then reluctantly disappeared into the bathroom. Andrea sat on Tammi's face until her next orgasm made her unsteady, then lay back down on the bed, face-down. Tammi knelt behind her and continued tongue-fucking her contracting asshole, and a minute later, Dan returned from the shower, damp and with his erection already at half mast, and slid his face under Tammi's crotch so he could lick her clit. Tammi ate out Andrea's asshole until the goth girl came yet again, then twisted around so that she could suck Dan's cock. When she thought it was hard enough for fucking, she crawled back onto the bed, lay on her side, and spread her cheeks. Andrea watched as Dan reached for the lube and inserted one, then another, slippery finger into Tammi's asshole, then withdrew them and carefully slid his cock as far as it could go into that hot tight opening. Tammi gasped with pleasure, and smiled at Andrea, who looked at Dan and asked, "Can you roll onto your back, so I can get at Tammi's lovely little cunt?" "Sure," The goth grrl grinned at the sight of Dan's cock wedged in Tammi's asshole as she slowly ground up and down along its length, her wet twat pink and glistening. Andrea lapped up her juices for a moment, then turned her attention to Dan's balls, sucking one and then the other into her mouth, teasing them with her pierced tongue. After a few minutes of this, she gave Tammi's clit a quick kiss, then rubbed her cunt with her breasts, the hard nipple sliding between the labia to gently nudge her clit. Tammi's asshole tightened as she came, and Andrea rocked back on her haunches and said softly, "I'd like to fuck you now." "Oh fuck yes. Yes." "Not just with my tits or my tongue or my fingers. I have a strap-on dildo in my bag. Have you ever been DPed?" Tammi's eyes widened. "No, but..." She glanced over her shoulder at Dan, who looked distinctly uncertain. "Is it okay if we try?" "No-one will think less of you for it," Andrea assured him. "If you say yes, you can fuck my tits or my ass again, and soon. If you say no..." She shrugged, making her boobs bounce enticingly. "Well, no promises." "If you like," Tammi added quietly, "I can rim you while you fuck her in the ass." "And Alexis and Rita will love you for it," Andrea purred. "Especially Rita. And Naomi might even let you fuck her tits." Tammi gasped as she felt Dan's cock swell slightly in her ass, becoming even harder. "Okay," Dan said. "Good man," said Andrea, grinning, then rummaged in her backpack for the dildo and harness. Dan watched her strap the silicon toy on, slightly alarmed by its appearance - purple, about twice as long as his own cock, bent like a banana with a ridge of beads along one side. He was relieved when Andrea inserted one end of the dildo into her own cunt before fastening the lacy black straps around her waist and thighs. She carefully slid the other end of the toy into Tami's dripping twat, and began gently fucking her. The beads on the top of the dildo stimulated her g-spot, and she came almost immediately. It took the three of them more than a minute to match each other's rhythm, but before long they were moving as though they'd been dancing this troika together for years. Tammi, sandwiched between the man she loved and an incredibly sexy younger woman, and feeling completely filled with cock, came so often it was impossible for her to tell where one orgasm began and another ended, except that each one was better than the one before, leaving her screaming and babbling incoherently with delight. Her asshole tightened each time she came, keeping Dan perpetually on the edge of orgasm until Tammi finally climaxed and blacked out, and he ejaculated explosively into her lovely little butt. And Andrea, expertly rubbing her end of the beaded dildo against her g-spot and clit, came just as Tammi opened her eyes. The Ethical Slutmaker Ch. 08 The three of them lay on the bed, huddled together, for several minutes, Dan and Andrea both kissing Tammi's neck and ears, until Andrea pulled the dildo out of Tammi's cunt and untied her harness. Tammi removed Dan's shrinking cock from her asshole, kissed it, then collapsed onto the bed. Dan sat up, motioned for silence, then said, "I'd better go check on the kids, make sure the noise didn't wake them." He grabbed a bathrobe and lurched out of the bedroom. Tammi turned her head to look at Andrea. "Wow," she said. "Just... wow. That was incredible." "My pleasure." "Can you baby-sit for us again?" "Love to." "Next Friday?" Andrea shook her head. "Sorry, can't do Friday. It's the thirteenth, so I'm doing a burlesque show at the Roxy and don't finish until after midnight." "I'd like to see that." Andrea grinned. "I'm sure Alexis can find you another babysitter. Would you like me to call her?" The Ethical Slutmaker Ch. 09 The Love Song of Kali Alexis looked at Yaami with the mixture of affection and lust that she felt for most of her long-term ex-lovers, and squeezed her thighs together as the former receptionist moved her healthy-looking baby from one enormous breast to the other. A few drops of milk beaded on the swollen dark-brown nipple, and Alexis restrained the urge to lick them off: she didn't have a lactation fetish (unlike some of her clients), but she did have a weakness for big boobs, and Yaami had needed a J-cup even before her pregnancy became obvious. "How's maternity leave treating you?" she asked. Yaami's smile lit up her round brown face. "It's wonderful - now that this little angel's started sleeping for more than two hours at a time, without demanding to be fed. Or changed. And she'll accept a bottle from Mo, now, so I'm getting a decent amount of sleep. Well, almost. Sometimes. But it's worth it." "Good. Let me know if you want to come back to work. Naomi's doing a great job, but I'm sure we can find you some hours, ease you back in part-time." Yaami hesitated, then shook her head. "Thanks, but no... at least, not yet..." "Mo doesn't want you to work?" "I don't think he'd like me working here. Even on the desk. He's a bit conservative... he's fine in other ways," she added hastily. "He may want me to work at his practice, instead, and finish my nursing degree. And I may be able to talk him around when Indira is older -" "Let me know if you want any help with that," Alexis purred. "- but that's not why I'm here. A friend of mine has a problem, and I thought you might be able to help." "What sort of problem?" "I guess you'd call it depression." "Post-partum?" asked Alexis, gently. "No... post-operative, I guess. Post-cancer. She was treated for ovarian cancer, they caught it in time, gave her chemo, removed the ovary, it hadn't metastasized, physically she's okay... but emotionally..." "Depression's a monster," said Alexis, relieved that Yaami actually was talking about a friend and not herself. "I'm not sure we have the tools to beat it." Yaami looked up at the veve on the ceiling. "What about voodoo?" "Voodoo only works on people who believe it, and anyway, I don't have the training. Hypnotherapy only works on people who want to be hypnotized. And we can't prescribe anti-depressants." "Is there anything you can do? She's a beautiful woman who's stopped believing she's beautiful, just because she has a little scar and no hair." "An ex of yours?" "We've known each other since high school. She was the first woman I slept with. We've tried getting together again a few times since then, but it's never lasted more than a few months. None of her relationships have." "Bi?" "Dyke. She's not bi-phobic, she likes some men, but they don't turn her on." Alexis nodded. The subliminals in the music she played in the clinic made nearly all people more suggestible, regardless of their gender and sexual preferences, but the combination of pheromones and aphrodisiac chemicals in the incense and perfumed oils worked best on promiscuous bisexual women. "And beautiful?" "From the neck down, you two could pass for twins. Clones. Her face is more like mine, but not as fat, and she wears glasses." "You're not fat," said Alexis, almost automatically. "You're voluptuous. Have you tried telling her she's still beautiful?" "She thinks I'm just saying it out of pity. The same with her last ex, who offered to move back in when she heard about the cancer." She was silent for a moment. "Mo doesn't want me to sleep with other woman, but I think I could persuade him to make an exception for Karima, if I thought she'd say yes. He likes her, and he knows how long we've been friends. Can you do anything?" "I can try, if you can persuade her to come here for a massage." "I'll call her now." *** Alexis looked Karima up and down appraisingly as she began stripping down to knickers that hid her surgical scar and hairless cunt. Yaami's description of Karima's body as near-identical to Alexis's own was remarkably accurate; she was just over an inch taller, and slightly wider across the hips, her shoulders were less muscular, her arms and legs thinner and her areolae slightly smaller, but otherwise the resemblance was uncanny. "Have you ever had a massage before?" "Not a professional one. A friend of mine, Yaami, bought me a voucher. I think she used to work here." She handed Alexis her paperwork. "That's a lot of questions for a relaxation massage." "Yes, and yes, I know. A lot of our clients, even if they're not after therapeutic massage, have pre-existing injuries and other conditions that it's useful for us to know about." She glanced at the forms, then at Karima's headscarf. "Chemo?" "Yes. I'm thinking of trading the scarf in for a wig. It might stop people thinking I'm a Muslim." "You can take it off, if you like. Or leave it on. Same with the pants: whichever is more comfortable. I'll try not to get oil on either of them." Karima hesitated, then unwrapped the scarf, removed her glasses and stepped out of her knickers, then lay face down on the massage table. "Okay." "This says you're thirty. You're really in great shape for your age." "You mean, apart from the cancer?" "Your paperwork says that was treated successfully, and they've stopped the chemo." "Yeah. I hope so, anyway. It's just made it a little difficult to relax." "I can tell," said Alexis, kneading her back. "Would you rather we changed the subject?" "Sure." "Your form says you're a travel agent. Been anywhere interesting?" "Lots of places." "Where was the last place you went?" "Kolkata - Calcutta - before I got sick. A cousin of mine was getting married, and I figured, I'd never actually been to India, so..." "What was that like?" "Horrible. The wedding would have been fun if it hadn't been for everyone asking why I wasn't married yet, but Kolkata is... horrific. So much poverty, overcrowding, pollution...City of Joy, my ass." And a very attractive ass it is, Alexis thought with a smile. She'd asked Yaami a lot of questions about Karima before working out an approach, and was glad the conversation was back on track. "Have you ever read Song of Kali?" "No." "It's a horror novel set in Kolkata. Great book: you have to decide for yourself whether there's anything supernatural happening. Anyway, it says the place is evil because it's the Field of Kali." "She's the one with four arms, isn't she? I grew up in London, and I'm not up on Hindu mythology - too many gods to keep straight." Alexis resisted the temptation to say that she'd never been good at keeping straight, either. "That's her. Of course, she may not actually have been that evil. She was a killer of demons, a creator as well as a destroyer, and goddesses often get a bad rap. Besides, there are plenty of times when I'd love to have four hands." She continued to massage Karima's back, working her way down towards her shapely ass. "Anyway, what do you do to relax? Because these muscles are so tight, I think you need to do it more often." "Relaxing hasn't been that easy since I got sick." "Sure, but there must be something. Do you like music?" Karima shrugged. "Sometimes. This stuff you're playing is sort of soothing." "Good. It's meant to be. What about meditation?" "No, I tried it a while ago, when I was taking some yoga classes, but it never really worked for me." "Drugs?" "Just pot, and I hadn't had any of that in years until I started chemo. I had to ask my kid sister where I could buy some." She wondered why she was being so honest, but had a strange feeling that she could trust Alexis completely. "I still smoke a little after work, sometimes. It helps." "What about sex?" "Not recently. I'm not good at relationships." "Okay, but that wasn't what I was asking. Do you like women, men, or both?" "Women, but why -" "What would you do if I told you there was a woman who looks like a goddess, beautiful face and an utterly spectacular body, who you could have sex with any time, any way you wanted?" Karima blinked, and realized that she was becoming aroused. Maybe it was the feeling of Alexis's expert hands on her ass, or her incredibly seductive voice, or the way the towels on the table were gently tickling her swollen nipples, but she found herself remembering the good sex she'd had with her last lover. "I'd probably say something like 'I don't care who you are, get those goddamn reindeer off my roof'. Where am I supposed to find this paragon?" "She isn't that hard to find. She's currently lying face-down on my massage table." Karima drew a deep breath. "Thanks for the compliment," she said, "but I really don't feel that sexy." "Uh-huh. You feel like your body's an enemy, like it's betrayed you. Right?" "Yeah." "Well, fuck it. That was one small part of your body, and it's gone, and you still have one good ovary. And you've finished chemo. You won. You're the boss." "But..." "What?" "My hair... my hair used to be..." "Beautiful? Sexy? I don't doubt it, but trust me, there are plenty of hot women out there who like that buzz cut Sinead O'Connor look." "What about my scar?" "Turn over and let me take a look at it." She stopped massaging Karima's splendid butt long enough for the travel agent to roll over, then inspected her crotch for a moment. "Hmm. Okay, so you have a tiny scar, but I had to know where to look and I could barely see it. And any woman who sees you naked isn't going to be interested in your scars, not when there's something much more beautiful to look at." "Uh, thanks..." "If you're really worried, go and get a tattoo to hide it. I can recommend some good places. But your body is so spectacular, I don't think you need to worry. Your breasts are absolutely amazing. Put your hands under them and lift them so you can see them. Yes, like that. Don't they look good? And feel good? If you were in bed with a woman with breasts that beautiful, wouldn't you want to touch them? Caress them?" "I..." Her nipples, already hard, tightened even more. "Taste them?" "Uh-huh..." "Do you play with your breasts? With those lovely big brown nipples? Do you ever lick them? Kiss them? Suck them?" Karima blinked, realising that she was gently squeezing her breasts and circling her nipples with her thumbs, and remembering the times she'd been in bed with Yaami, lying down so that they could suck each other's tits and play with themselves before kissing their way down each other's body until they were 69ing, sometimes taking more than an hour to get there because those beautiful big brown breasts were just so delicious and distracting. She stuck out her tongue and licked her right breast, and felt the thrill all the way down to her clit. "Can you come just from playing with them?" Alexis asked. Karima gasped as she felt her orgasm building up, and sucked as much of her marvellous tit into her mouth as she could, moaning with joy around her own delicious flesh as she shuddered and came. "See?" Alexis crooned, "You're so gorgeous, so hot and sexy and beautiful, that you can come without even touching that adorable little clit I can see poking out, beckoning, begging to be played with, or that lovely luscious lickable honeypot. It's okay, I don't mind if you masturbate. I've seen everything, and it looks like you need to come again." Karima mumbled something that might have been "thanks," but as she was still sucking her nipple, it was difficult to tell. Her left hand drifted down to her crotch, and she came almost as soon as her fingers brushed gently against her clit. She started rubbing her cunt, her thumb pulling at the clit-hood, her fingers slipping between the velvety lips to her inner wetness as she pleasured herself. When she had stopped shaking from her third orgasm, it occurred to her that she had a hand on each of her breasts as well as one between her thighs. She was about to open her eyes when she heard a sweet female voice reassuring her. "It's okay. You're a goddess. Goddesses have more than two hands, remember?" "Uh-huh," she mumbled, then, "Huh?" "Goddesses should be worshipped, and you need more than two hands to worship a body as magnificent as yours." "Oh. Okay." That sounded a little strange, but it was difficult for her to put a finger on what was odd about it; even if she did have four hands, at least three of them were busy. She giggled, then gasped as she felt another orgasm about to wash over her. When she'd finished coming and was able to think more or less coherently again, she heard the voice ask "Do you like eating pussy?" "Oh fuck yeah I love it." "You know you have a lovely cunt." "Thank you," she murmured, "but..." "Have you ever had a good look at it?" "No, I..." "Open your eyes." She obeyed, and tried to focus. "Without my glasses, I -" She stared at the hairless caramel-coloured cunt hovering just above her face, the clit already swollen, the inner lips popped out and glistening with juice. "Such a beautiful cunt should be worshipped properly. Kissed. Licked. Don't you agree?" "Yes, but..." This isn't possible, she thought. Even my yoga teacher couldn't get into a position like that. She stuck her tongue out and lightly touched it to the clit, and felt the same gentle delightful pressure on her own nubbin. Soon, she was licking avidly, lapping up the delicious juices, eating and being eaten, the wonderful sensations emanating from her tits and her cunt and filling her entire being with bliss until it overflowed in a ecstasy climax that felt as though all the orgasms she'd denied herself in the past year were happening in succession, coming faster and faster until she blacked out from the rapture. When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on the table face up, and Alexis, respectably clad in smock and yoga pants, was massaging her feet. "Welcome back," she said. "You had me worried for a moment there; I thought you might have relaxed into a coma. Were you asleep?" "I... I think so. I think I must have been dreaming." "Good dreams, I hope?" "Oh yes." She tried to focus, but Alexis was too far away to see clearly without her glasses, so she closed her eyes again. "What you're doing feels wonderful." "Thank you." The therapist pulled on Karima's toes until they popped, then walked to the other end of the table. "I'll just leave you here until you feel like getting up. Okay?" "Sure." Karima watched her leave, admiring those long fingers and the curves of her ass in the tight pants. As Alexis opened the door, Karima asked, "Can I see you again?" "If you like. Ask the receptionist for an appointment." Karima lay there for a while after Alexis had left, idly fondling her breasts and her clit, and decided to ask Yaami if she knew whether her former boss liked women and, if so, whether she dated her clients, or whether that was against some code of professional ethics. Or maybe she should just offer to cook her dinner. There will be time, she told herself; there will be time, and as her fingers slipped back inside her wet cunt, she made a mental note to ask whether Alexis liked eating Indian. The Ethical Slutmaker Ch. 10 Chapter 10 A Perfect Bottom Dan read through the email a second time, glad that he had a private office and could hide the tent in his pants under his desk, and wishing Andrea had tagged the text NSFW. "Dear Tammi and Dan "Robyn enjoyed babysitting for you last week, and hopes you enjoyed your evening out. She's now decided that she likes and trusts you enough for sex, either separately or in a threesome, if you're interested. Unlike me, she's a little too shy to hit on anyone the first time she meets them, and not very good at making the first move in any case, because she's a submissive at heart and likes being told what to do. "If you want to fuck her, the key is to call her 'Pet', not Robyn (her middle name is Petra). If she doesn't want to play, she'll ask you not to call her that; if she does, she'll respond by calling you Master or Mistress. Her safe word is 'Batman', though I've never heard her use it, because we've worked out what she does and doesn't like when we're playing. "She loves anal and oral, including rimming and ass-to-mouth and cum-swapping, and particularly humiliation. Spanking her butt is good, but no whips or canes or anything that leaves lasting marks. She likes bondage, but if you don't, it's kind of an optional extra. Her fantasies include --" Dan jumped as his phone rang, then took a deep breath and picked it up. "Lyon." "Dan? Boss wants to see you before the meeting." "Tell her I'm coming." He looked down at the tent in his trousers, and tried to will his erection down before standing up and leaving his office. "Ah... better make that, 'I may be a little longer'." *** Tammi smiled as she looked through the front door peephole at Robyn's outfit. The first time she'd come to the house, the nineteen-year-old had worn baggy jeans, a hoodie and safety boots; now, she wore a little black dress that only needed a lacy white apron and cap to turn it into a French maid outfit, short enough that it barely hid the tops of her thigh-high black stockings. Her cropped shag of blonde hair was streaked with Barbie pink, making Tammi wonder whether the carpet matched the curtains. "I'm sorry I'm late," said Robyn, meekly, as Tammi closed the door. Tammi nodded. "The children are already in bed, but Dan's still in the shower. Do you remember where everything is?" "Yes. Can I use the bathroom, please?" "Of course." She watched as the babysitter disappeared down the hall, admiring her legs and ass. *** Dan heard footsteps approaching the bathroom and called out, "Can you bring me a towel, please, pet?" "Yes, master." He blinked, and waited. The bathroom door opened a moment later, and Robyn walked in, a red bathsheet draped over one arm. "Here you are, master." Dan turned the water off, pulled the curtain back, and looked over his shoulder. Robyn was looking down, but at his butt rather than at the floor. "Thank you," he said. "Put it on the railing." "Yes, master. Do you want anything else?" Dan looked at her, uncertain how far he could go, then summoned up his courage. "It looks as though either one of us is overdressed, or the other one is underdressed. What do you think?" Robyn smiled, then unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, leaving her standing there in stockings, a push-up bra, lace panties sheer enough to show a trimmed blonde bush, and black mary janes. She removed the bra a moment later, revealing perky pink-nippled breasts. Dan looked at her appraisingly. She was of average height and build, neither as petite as his waif-like wife nor as voluptuous as Andrea, her figure rather bottom-heavy, her boobs eminently suckable mouthfuls but too small and too far apart for really enjoyable tit-fucking, her nose too sharp and her jaw slightly too strong for conventional prettiness... but there was something very appealing about her slight smile and the gleam in her eye. She stepped out of her panties, and turned her back on him as she unbuckled her shoes. She smiled at him from between her legs, and said, "Is this better, master?" "Definitely." "Do you want me to take my stockings off, too?" "No, leave them on for now." "Yes, master. Is there anything else I can do for you?" When Dan didn't reply instantly, she suggested, "Would you like me to dry you?" "Ahh... yes, thank you." She picked up the towel and walked up behind him, then rubbed his back, working her way down and gently kissing along his spine until she was on her knees with her face was almost level with his ass. "Nice buns," she murmured, then kissed them before burying her face between his cheeks. "Do you want me to make sure you're clean?" she asked, running her tongue down the crack until she reached his asshole. Dan sucked in a deep breath, and said, "Yes," doing his best to make it sound like an order rather than a plea. Robyn chuckled, pulled his cheeks apart, and licked around his butthole, teasingly at first, but with increasingly obvious enthusiasm. She was less experienced than Andrea, but at least as eager, and Dan's cock was soon sticking straight out and he had to grab the sides of the shower stall to prevent himself falling over. She rimmed him for several minutes before he cautiously turned around, his erection slapping her across the cheek. She pulled her head back and sucked as much of his cock into her mouth as she could manage, enjoying the taste of his pre-come, until Dan took a half-step back and said, with mock sternness, "Did I tell you to do that?" "No, master." "Did I give you permission?" "No, master." "Who gets to decide which of your holes I stick my cock into?" "You do, master. You can put anything you want to into any of my holes at any time." "That's right. So. Is your pussy wet?" "Not really, master," she lied. "What about your asshole? Is that lubed?" "Yes, master." She turned around and bent forward, then reached back and removed a small pink butt plug from her asshole. "I made sure it was ready for you," she added, before popping the plug into her mouth. Dan knelt behind her, touched her asshole gently and felt it dilate in anticipation, then slid his index finger all the way inside. The plug had been only slightly wider than his thumb and less than half as long as his erection, and while Robyn had used plenty of lube, she was still tight enough that after he'd finger-fucked her for a minute, then removed his finger and slowly pushed the head of his dick through her sphincter, he felt the satisfying pop as the head of his circumcised cock disappeared through that small hole. Despite having the butt plug clamped between her teeth, she still let out a muffled gasp as almost the entire length of his shaft slowly slid inside her ass. Dan gripped her hips as they shifted slightly, finding the angle that worked best for both of them, then reached forward to grab her tits, squeezing her swollen nipples between his fingers. Her ass was fleshier than Tammi's, soft enough to be a pleasant cushion, but not so fat that most of his cock wasn't being squeezed by her sphincter as he thrust back and forth, slowly at first, then faster and harder as her breathing quickened. Her asshole tightened as she came, then she pushed her ass back at him, urging him to fuck her even more energetically. With the butt plug still in her mouth, her words were unintelligible, but her muffled squeals of delight made her intentions clear. Dan rammed his dick into her ass as hard as he could, pounding away at her pillowy posterior like a drummer playing bebop, faster and faster until he was pumping come into her rosy rump. She bit down on the butt plug to stop herself screaming in ecstasy as she climaxed, and then they both collapsed onto the bathroom floor, utterly spent. A moment later, he pulled his soft shrinking cock out of her distended asshole, and groped his way back to the shower. "You'd better get dressed," he said, "and go and see if my wife wants anything." She removed the butt plug from her mouth and slid it back into her well-fucked bottom. "Yes, master. Do you want me to lick you clean first?" Dan smiled, but shook his head: he felt great, but completely satiated, and suspected that his cock was too sensitive from the friction of that fantastic frantic fuck that even the gentlest of blowjobs was likely to be more painful than pleasurable. "No, better give me time to recover. I'll join you in a few minutes, after I've had another shower." "As you wish, master." *** Tammi was watching porn in the home theatre when she heard the footsteps, and called out, "I'm in here, pet." When Robyn walked in, Tammi glanced at her, noticed her flushed and slightly dishevelled appearance and the wet spots on her stockings, then turned her attention back to the screen. "Oh, it's you." "Yes, mistress. Is there anything you'd like me to do? Should I check on the children, make sure they're asleep?" "It's okay; they're at my mother's. We thought it would be fun to have a night in without having to worry about waking them." "Oh." Tammi patted the couch cushion to her right. "Take a seat." "Thank you, mistress." She looked at the screen, and saw a cute brunette with a Hello Kitty tattoo being sodomized in reverse cowgirl position. Despite being an avid watcher of internet porn, she didn't recognize either performer, but it didn't look like an amateur video. "What are you watching?" "It's called 'Don't Tell My Wife I Assfucked the Babysitter'." She turned to Robyn, smiling sweetly. "You're blushing, pet." "Am I?" "Or is that post-orgasmic flush?" "I... I don't know, mistress." "Have you come recently?" "... yes, mistress." "Since you came -- sorry, since you arrived here?" "Yes, mistress." "Did my husband fuck you?" "Yes, mistress." "Did I say you could do that?" "You didn't say... no, mistress. You didn't." Tammi nodded. "Do you always do what you're told?" "I obey my master and mistress." "Okay. Take off your clothes." "Yes, mistress." She stood, and quickly stripped off her dress, unhooked her bra, and pulled down her panties. Tammi reached over and reached up between Robyn's legs, then inserted three fingers, one after the other, into her wet cooch. She removed the fingers a moment later, sniffed them, and then said, "Open your mouth." Robyn obeyed, and Tammi stuck her slippery fingers between her lips. "Does that taste like your master's come?" "Mmmf, mmmf-f." Tammi removed the fingers, and Robyn clarified. "No, mistress. He didn't fuck my cunt." "I see. Turn around and spread your cheeks. Ooh, a toy." She extracted the butt plug and sniffed it. "Turn around and face me and open your mouth again. Good. What does that taste like?" "It tastes like ass and come, mistress." "He came in your ass?" "Yes, mistress." Tammi shook her head. "You realize that means he won't be able to come again yet? It may be a whole half hour before he can get it up again and fuck MY ass, you selfish little slut!" "I'm sorry, mistress." "Not as sorry as you're going to be. Put this back in your ass and bend over my knee." "Yes, mistress." Tammi had never spanked anyone before, so the first few swats were little more than tentative pats, but when these elicited no response from Robyn beyond a quiet "thank you, mistress," she started slapping her more firmly until the babysitter's cheeks turned a brighter, hotter shade of pink, matching her hair. Robyn started squealing with pleasure as each slap made her sphincter contract around the butt plug, making it feel as though she was being assfucked again. Her cries of "Thank you, mistress!" became louder and more intense until they degenerated into delighted whimpers and a muffled scream. When her orgasm had subsided, she continued to burble "thank you mistress thank you mistress thank you thank you --" "You just came again, didn't you, pet?" "Yes mistress thank you mistress thank you --" Tammi shook her head. "How many times did you come while your master was fucking your ass?" "I don't know, mistress. Three times. Maybe four." "And he came once?" "Yes, mistress." "You're here for our pleasure, not us for yours," said Tammi, trying hard not to giggle. "So I think you owe us at least three orgasms, pet, maybe four. And that's assuming you don't come again. I'd tell you to eat me out if you hadn't been sucking the toy that was in your nasty little asshole. Now, get off my lap." "Yes, mistress." Tammi pulled her short dress up to her waist, showing her neatly-trimmed blonde bush, then sat down again with her legs spread wide. "Kneel in front of me. Now, rub your boobs on my cunt. Yes, like that. Get them nice and wet. Now lick my asshole, pet, make me come. Don't worry about the movie: I'll tell you what they're doing, so you don't miss any of the plot." Robyn stopped sliding her nipples up and down Tammi's wet cunt and around her engorged clit, and dropped onto all fours so that her face was between her mistress's smooth thighs. She kissed her taint and her asshole, then began licking, smelling the hot tang of Tammi's juices as she ran her tongue up and down, feeling the sphincter open slightly more with each pass. "Oh, that's good," Tammi crooned. "Okay, the woman in the purple top, the babysitter, was looking for lube so she could put her anal beads in her ass. The guy has his face in her cleavage -- oh, now she's naked, and he's sucking on her nice big boobs. Keep licking, I didn't tell you to stop... ah, now they're 69ing." She reached down to play with her clit. "Stick your tongue in my asshole. If I can't have cock, I'll have to settle for your tongue -- oh, yeah, like that, keep doing that, fuck me with that nasty tongue." She clamped her thighs around Robyn's ears and pushed her nose into her cunt as the babysitter swirled the tip of her tongue around, trying to push it further into her tight little butt. "Fuck yeah... now he's fucking her boobs... wow." Robyn continued rimming her, then noticed that Tammi had taken her iPhone out from between the sofa cushions and recording her efforts on video. Tammi smiled, and said sweetly, "Oh, don't worry, pet. I'm just sending this to Dan, and as long as you do exactly what we say tonight, we won't show this to anyone else. If you disobey, though, I'm going to post it to pornhub for everyone to see. Now, smile for the camera." Robyn, her tongue still deep in Tammi's asshole, managed a thin smile. "That's good. Now say, 'I love rimmin' women'." She extracted her tongue, and with a hint of a whimper, said, "I love rimmin' women." "Louder." "I LOVE RIMMIN' WOMEN!" "That's better. Now thank me for letting you lick my ass." "Thank you mistress," she gasped. "Thank you for letting your slave worship your beautiful ass!" "That's good, pet. Now make me come." She put the phone away, and reached down to rub her clit while she watched the couple on the TV insert anal beads into the woman's ass, then remove them and replace them with the man's cock. Her own asshole tightened around Robyn's probing tongue as she came. "Oooooooh," she crooned, as Robyn nuzzled her cunt. "You're good at that." "Thank you, mistress." "I'm going to the bedroom to see whether Dan is ready to fuck us. I'm going to walk slowly so you can crawl behind me and keep licking my ass." She unzipped her dress and dropped it on the floor, then retrieved her phone. "Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress." "Next time, bring a collar and a leash." "Yes, mistress -- I mean, ymff, mffmff." *** Dan was sitting on the bed and watching the video on his phone when Tammi walked in, with Robyn still kneeling behind her with her face buried in her mistress's ass. Tammi smiled at the sight of her husband's erection. "Nice," she said, and stepped aside so that Robyn could see it. "I bet you'd like to suck that lovely hard cock, wouldn't you, pet?" "If it would please you, mistress. And you, master." "Good answer. And you'll get your chance. But first, I need to be fucked." She turned to Dan. "Get the lube, and get my ass ready while you fuck me." He grinned, and grabbed a bottle from the nightstand, while she positioned herself in front of him on her hands and knees. He kissed her ass, then slid his cock into her cunt while squirting lube into her butt crack and onto his fingers. "Slut, come here so he can suck your tits." "Yes, mistress." "I know they're not as big or sexy as Andrea's, sweetheart, but I think you'll like them." Dan worked a slippery finger into Tammi's asshole, ran his tongue around Robyn's hard nipples, and grinned. "Tastes like your pussy, love. My favourite flavour!" He sucked as much as the babysitter's boob into his mouth as he could, while fucking his wife and finger-fucking her ass. Robyn felt her heart begin to pound and her sphincter tighten around the butt plug in synch with his thrusts, and forgetting to ask permission, she shoved four fingers into her cunt and strummed her clit with her thumb. This live sex show was more arousing than any porn she'd ever watched, and it wasn't just because of the 3D or the smells; the bond between Tammi and Dan that was so strong that they could watch each other play with an obedient fuckdoll without any jealousy or fear, just sharing each other's pleasure, a wonderfully heady mixture of lust and trust. Robyn came a few seconds after Tammi began screaming with joy. "My ass!" gasped Tammi, once she'd recovered her breath. "Now. NOW!" Dan stopped sucking on Robyn's tits, removed his finger from Tammi's asshole and popped it into Robyn's mouth, then carefully inserted his cock into his wife's delightful derriere. He fucked her ass slowly, delaying his own orgasm as best he could. Between Tammi's second and third orgasm, he took his cock out of her ass long enough for Robyn to suck it, which she did eagerly before parting her mistress's cheeks and sticking her tongue as far as she could inside that gaping hole. He then gently pushed the babysitter's face away and resumed sodomising his darling wife. After coming a fourth time, Tammi moaned, "Enough!", and once her asshole had unclenched, he removed his dick and grinned as Robyn wrapped her lips around it again. "No," said Tammi. "I want to watch him fuck YOUR ass, now." "Yes, mistress," Robyn murmured, between licks. "Dan, lie down. I want to see her lower herself onto your cock." "Yes, mistress," said Robyn, removing the butt plug from her ass. "Can I have some more lube first, please?" Tammi smiled, and picked her iPhone up off the floor. "Yes, pet, but when you stick that lovely cock into your ass, I want to hear you say, 'I'm just a slut, please fuck my butt,' while you do it." When Robyn seemed to hesitate, she said, "Or you can do without the lube, or would you rather I put this video on the web? Your choice." She waited, half expecting the babysitter to respond with her safeword, but after a moment, the nineteen-year-old nodded and picked up the lube bottle. She worked a dab into her asshole, then rubbed a handful of the liquid onto Dan's erection. "Don't make him come," Tammi warned, tilting the phone so that Dan's face remained out of shot. "I want to see you take every inch of that cock up your ass." "Yes, mistress." She straddle Dan, and guided his dick through her sphincter. "I'm just a slut, please fuck my butt," she intoned. "A big smile for the camera, please." Robyn grinned, then realized that Tammi was looking at her crotch. She leaned back slightly and reached down to part her lips, giving her a good view of her protruding clit and the hot pink interior of her cunt. "I'm just a SLUT, please fuck my BUTT," she repeated, emphasizing each fourth syllable as she pushed her ass back down. As she began moving faster, the chant became, "I'm JUST a SLUT, please FUCK my BUTT," until she was shouting every word until she climaxed and the words ran together in an incoherent scream of joy that almost drowned out Dan's groans as he ejaculated inside her an instant later. The Ethical Slutmaker Ch. 10 Robyn waited until she could think, see and speak clearly before attempting to remove Dan's cock from her ass and climb off his lap. "Will there be anything else, mistress?" Tammi laughed. "No, pet. You can stay where you are and rest while I grab a shower. You should probably have one too, before we drive you home -- or would you rather stay the night? The kids aren't due back until about nine." Robyn smiled. "I probably should get some sleep," she said, a little wistfully. "I have an assignment due on Monday, and I'm meeting Andrea for breakfast. Maybe next week?" *** Andrea grinned as she lay back on her bed and watched the video on her phone. "Sounds like they followed your script to the letter." "There was some ad libbing," said Robyn, giggling, "but we all had a good time. Thank you." "I'll add this clip to the collection, and we can watch it together later, pet," said Andrea, spreading her thighs. "And thank you what?" Robyn kissed the goth grrl's clit-hood piercing, then ran her tongue down her cunt to her taint. "Thank you, mistress." "That's better."