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Cindy Ch. 01

By: father bob



Cindy Part 1, Our Prom Night Queen

The music was pumping and the crowd was jumping, red hot chilli peppers had their spell over the crowd. Everyone was jumping and nodded like they were head bangers gone mad.

I stood near the back eyeing all the girls that were jumping and jigging around the dance floor. Thats when I saw her, golden wavy hair, slim waist line and a beautiful set of legs that went all the way to the beautiful curvatures of her arse.

God, she was a knockout, everytime she jumped into the air, her skirt would fly up, showing a smooth tanned arse, her white knickers clung between her arsecheeks, you could see that they were nearly drenched in sweat.

I swayed up to her, trying to get into the groove, showing her a bit of my dirty dancing but to no avail, her sister squeezed in between us, giving me a dirty look as she pushed me away.

"Bitch" I mouthed at her.

She replied by giving me the finger.

"God, what a try hard" my sister said as I walked passed her to take my position near the door.

"Fuck you sis" I said whacking her arse as I walked pass.

My sister just laughed at me as she carried on dancing.

The rest of the night I tried many times to corner cindy but everywhere she went, her sister wasnt to far behind, cutting off my chance to get her alone.

My chance came when kids in the hall started to pay their respects to the toilet, trying to empty their bladders of all the fruit pounce they had drunk.

I caught sight of cindy heading towards the toilet to loin the cue, since I also had to empty mine, I headed towards her.

"Fuck off and leave my sister alone" rhonda said bumping into me as she headed towards the refreshment table.

She knew I had been after cindy all semester but for some reason, she had this grudge against me.

"Fucked up again".

"Claire, I'm going to drown you when you get home".

"Promises, promises" Claire said as I headed outside to take a piss behind the hall.

It was pitch black, absolutely dark, not a light in sight.

I leaned against the wall and listen to my piss hit the wall and splash onto the concrete.

"Sis, I'll be okay, the toilets full and I'm dying for a piss" Cindy said walking out of the hall, ahead of her sister Rhonda.

"Okay but if you see him scream, I'll come running".

"He's probaly has gone home to sulk, I can't find him anywhere".said claire as she stood next to Rhonda.

"So my sister Claire was in it as well, man was she going to pay for keeping me away from Cindy" I thought to myself as I watched Cindy walk towards me.

I stayed still as I watched Claire and Rhonda walk back inside the hall as Cindy walked to the back of the hall where I was standing.

I hugged the wall as I watched Cindy walked behind a bush and crotch down, slipping her white knickers half way down her thighs.

I heard the trickled of urine become a downpour and listened to Cindy give out a sigh of relief as she emptied out her bladder.

I moved as silently as I could, getting inches away from her before she realized someone was there.

The waterfall of piss stopped instantly as she froze to the spot, giving out a quiet gasp.

"Dont scream, I wont hurt you" I whispered.

"I know".

I didnt know how show would react if I touched but I took a chance anyway, I reached under cindy's ass and ran my fingers gently over her pissed soaked pussy, running them up into her pussy lips, feeling her gasp as my finger tips found her clit.

Cindy shivered as I massaged her clit, pressing the palm of my hand hard against the soft hot flesh of her pussy.

I reached out and grasped her shoulder and held her in place as my hand paid attention to her pussy.

Cindy's breathing became more heavier as she clung to her legs with her head resting on her knees.

My cock protested it confinements as it grew in length and size inside my pants.

Cindy's passiveness was turning me on something bad.

I knew she wasnt going to move so I let her shoulder go and unzipped my pants, pushed them down my thigh to my knees, releasing my aching cock.

Cindy was now moaning quietly as my hand made her pussy even more wetter.

"oooohhhhh" Cindy moaned as I slipped two fingers inside her hot pussy.

I held my cock in my hand and stroked it slowly as I finger fucked Cindy's pussy.

Cindy breathes now came in gasps as her body now rocked in time with my fingering.

I decided to make my move and lifted Cindy's hips up slightly as I crawled on my knees towards her.

"Your turn to make me feel good" 

"Please no" Cindy whispered as the tip of my cock rested just inside her pussy lips.

"Too late" I grunted, lowering Cindy's body down onto me, my cock slipping into her tight pussy with ease.

"oooohhhh jjjjeeesssuuussss, it's too big" Cindy whispered throwing her head back so that it now rested on my shoulder.

Cindy had her eyes clamped shut as I raised and lowered her pussy up and down onto my stiff cock, grunting with every thrust I made into her hot sweet pussy.

Her pussy felt like heaven as my cock slipped in and out more easier now that her juices began flow.

I could hear the slurping sounds my cock was making everytime I lifted Cindy up so that only the head of my cock was in her cuntial canal before I rammed her back down again.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh god" Cindy moaned as I continued to ram her pussy down onto my cock, savoring the feel of her pussy muscles as they tightened even more around the shaft of my cock.

"Good isnt it".

"No, it isn't".

"I'm going to cum inside you".

"No please don't".

"Yes I am".

"Please no" Cindy moaned, trying to pull yourself off me.

I slipped my hands up her jersey and squeezed her breasts, clamping her stiff nipples between my fingers, squeezing them hard until she cried out, holding her tightly against me.

"If I can't cum in your pussy, then I'll cum in your ass baby".

Cindy threw her head forward and held onto her knees again, clamping my hands firmly onto her breasts and was silent for a moment, probaly thinking of her options, cum in her pussy or cum in her ass.

"Okay".

"Okay what, your pussy or ass".

"My ass, I don't want to get pregnant".

I didnt waste anytime, I lifted Cindy straight up onto her feet without letting my cock slip out of her pussy and carried her further into the trees until we came to a steel fence.

I pushed Cindy hard against the fence and pumped my cock in and out of her hot pussy, making her gasp and moan with every thrust I made.

Cindy clunge to the fence with her arms raised above her head.

"Oh fucken hell, you're ripping me apart, fuck you".

"Good isnt it".

"No".

"Good isnt it" I grunted, ramming her pussy harder with my cock, practically lifting her off the ground with every thrust.

"Yes goddam it yes". Cindy sobbed as she held tightly onto the fence.

"Good". I said giving her tight pussy one more powerful thrust.

I knew I had her now, I slowly withdrew my cock from her twitching, whithering pussy and began to rub the head of my cock between her ass cheeks. Cindy slowly lowered herself back down onto the heels of her feet, panting as she tried to catch her breath from the powering pounding she had just recieved.

I grabbed the suntanned globes of her ass and spread them gently, lining the head of my cock just outside the opening of her ass.

"Oh chirst, this going to hurt" Cindy moaned pushing herself harder against the steel fence to brace herself for the ordeal she was about to recieve as I slowly pushed the knob of my cock into her tight ass.

"Oh no" Cindy gasped lifting herself back onto her toes as I slowly pushed my cock upward into her anal passage.

"Oh yes and it wont hurt for long" I said inching my cock deeper into her ass.

"Oh no....oh please........it's hurts........please, slower please".

I slowly pulled my cock out so that only my knob was inside her, feeling her relax a little, before I pushed my cock further into her ass, making her grasp the bars of the fence, lifting herself off the ground as I began to pump my cock into her until my pubic hairs were touching the soft sweet flesh of her ass.

Cindy bit her bottom lips, moaning, grasping at the steel bars of the fence until the knuckles of her hands turned white.

I continued to pump my cock in and out of her ass, reaching down to slide my hand between her thighs, sliding my two fingers into her pussy and giving her pussy a good fingeringas I massaging her hard clit with the palm of my hand.

I reached up with my other hand and slipped her bra over her breasts and fondled each breast, squeezing her nipples gently in the process.

Cindy kept her eyes closed right through the whole sexual act as she continued to repeat over and over again "no, fuck, no, fuck, no, fuck".

Cindy's whimpering and moaning became more urgent now, more eratic, giving out small cries everytime I thrust my cock into her ass.

Soon her words changed from "no, fuck" to "yes, fuck" until she began grunting herself, pressing her ass onto me, meeting my every thrust. Cindy released her hold on the fence and pressed her hands onto mine, one on her breasts and one on her pussy, pressing my fingers deeper into her hot cunt.

"Yes, fuck me you bastard, fuck me harder".

"Why".

"I'm coming that's why, now fuck me".

I pumped my cock harder into her anal passage, feeling her muscles tightening, strangle my cock as her orgasm grew closer and closer. I felt those same feeling in myself, my balls tightened, my legs growing weak.

"Jesus fuck, I'm coming, IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'mmmmmmmmmmmmm cccccccccccoooooooommmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggggg" Cindy quietly wailed, thrusting her ass onto me, ramming her tight little ass onto my big cock, ripping herself apart with her orgasm. "ooohh fuck yes, yes, yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss".

I couldnt hold on anymore myself and unloaded my seed inside, spurting load after load of hot cum inside her anal passage.

"Oh fuck, I can feel your cum shooting inside me" Cindy said with surprise in her voice as I pushed her against the fence again, pumping her ass as I continued to spurt what was left of my cum into her anal passage.

Cindy and I froze as we heard voices in the distance calling out Cindy's name, my cock shrinking in size so that it slipped slowly out of her ass.

"Oh shit no sis" Cindy whispered.

"Here" I said pulling out the piece of paper I had in my pocket, slipping it slowly and gently into her cuntial passage until it was deep inside her pussy, "something I've wanted to give you all night".

Cindy kept herself pressed up against the steel fence as I flopped my cock back into my boxer shorts and zipped up my pants.

I looked at Cindy, pressed up against the fence, the cold steel bars pressing against her knaked breasts, her once white knickers still around her knees, the crotch with her pussy juices, glistened in the moonlight. 

I reached down and slowly pulled up her knickers, pulling them up onto her hips, folding her wavy skirt out from the elastic strap around her waist so that it fell back down her thighs.

I reached around her and pulled her bra back down over her breasts, covering her chest with her shirt and jersey.

"Thank you".

"No thank you" I said running my hand up between her thighs till I fellt her swollen pussy lips press against her knickers before I walked away from her, leaving her clinging to the steel.

The voices were getting nearer so I took off in a different direction till I found myself in the school carpark near the office blocks. I looked over my shoulder in the direction of where I left Cindy before I took off home. I know I should of felt guilty but I didnt. I felt great.

I stopped just before I reach home and light up a smoke, humming to myself.

"Now, that's what I call a prom nite".

Cindy Ch. 01



I was about 19, and was doing the door to door salesman thing. I wasn't very good at it, as I found myself looking at the women in the houses I would enter more than concentrating on my job. I have always been interested in older women and loved the way they looked, smelled, carried themselves. I am a 5'10", 240 muscular pound man, 25 years old. I am Italian, with short dark hair, bright green eyes, and a neatly trimmed moustache and goatee. I have one tattoo, my family coat of arms, on my right shoulder. I am by no means a lifeguard type of guy, nor am I an obese roly poly guy. Picture a football player or heavyweight boxer, or even a bouncer. Big, muscular, but with a gut, just not a huge one. A 38" waist. Downstairs, I have been blessed with a decent length cock, about 7.5 inches, but I am extremely thick and wide, definitely allowing me to fully expand a woman and feel her lips surround me.

One day, I was picking up a friend of mine from a house he had been in , showing off the vacuum that we sold and explaining to the woman how it worked, etc. He came out with a phone # and said that the woman had given it to him but that she only wanted him to call if he found someone older than himself that would be interested in her. My friend Mike was 18, looked it, and was definitely not ready for an older woman.

That night, Mike, my friend Stephon and I decided to take a trip from our homes in Sacramento to the Bay area for a little partying. I was the only one who got into the clubs though, so they ended up doing who knows what for about 5 hours. 

Inside the Dragon Club, I was dancing with a woman who was in her early twenties but noticed that she and about 7 other women in the club were wearing trenchcoats. Weird I thought, but what the hell. We talked for a few and she said her name was Joann, and that she and her friends were actually part of another club. She then took off her trench, and was standing there completely naked! She had on a painted on blue dress of body paint and her pert breasts pointed skyward. She started to walk out onto the dance floor again and her ass just begged me to follow her. I did and the dancing that followed had me leaving with a big blue stain on the front of my pants. A great way to remember the night huh?

At about 3 a.m., I was driving back home across the Bay Bridge when all of a sudden the diesel I was behind swerved to avoid a range rover and then jackknifed. I watched in what seemed like slow motion as this gigantic truck took up three lanes on the freeway, slid into my car and luckily bounced right over my car and landed behind me. I then blacked out.

At about 7 a.m. I awoke to my friends in the same hospital room as myself and my stepfather just looking at me. The doctor came in and said we could go, and we left, but man was my whole body sore. This was my first accident and it scared the hell out of me.

I was lying around the house that day, bored out of my mind, and sore, and decided to call Mike. He told me that he was going to stay in bed all day, but he said I should call the woman from the day before.

"Hello?" was the answer I heard when I dialed her phone number. She had a sweet young sounding but almost teenage sounding voice.

"Um, Hi, I'm Jason. My friend Mike was I your house yesterday showing you a vacuum and said that I should call to let you know that if you ever needed any help or assistance with it, to just call me."

"Well Hi, I'm Cindy. I don't really think I need any help with the vacuum, but you sound cute. How old are you?"

" I am 23," I lied, " I am sorry for sounding a little hurt on the phone, I was involved in a car accident last night."

We went on talking for about a half an hour. I explained what happened the night before, I wold her what I looked like, and that I was dying to get out of the house. She told me that she was 43, divorced, and that she lived alone. She teased me by saying she had a great set of legs, and then invited me over for a soak in her hot tub. Seeing as how my body was aching, I of course agreed. 

I didn't have a car, so she came to pick me up. She was very pretty. She was about 5'5", 115 lbs of what looked like muscle with curves in the right places. She wore a short skirt and a low cut v neck sweater that showed a lot of cleavage. She had small, brown eyes, a sexy looking mouth, and short brown hair. She smelled amazing.

As we drove to her house, I came forward and told her the truth, I was only 19, but that I didn't want her to judge me by my age alone. She forgave me saying that she just didn't like immature men and so she wasn't attracted to my friend Mike.

Once at her place, I playfully grabbed her hips as she walked towards the front door. She turned around, a little shocked, and looked at me. "Sorry, I just wanted to see what you felt like if we were dancing." She giggled and led me into her house. 

There was a pool table in the den, and she offered me a drink.

"Rum and Coke please. Do you play pool often? Do you smoke? Why are you single?"

" So many questions Jason, I love Rum and Coke also so we can both drink them tonight. I do not play as much as I used to, I don't smoke, and I am single because most men cannot keep up with me and stay monogamous."

" Well, I think you have found your match. I am a very sensuous, loving man who is not looking to play around, but to be with one woman."

We ended up playing pool for a while, talking, drinking, giggling. Her ass looked amazing when she bent over that pool table, he calves flexing as she raised herself up. And when I was in front of her, I know she must have caught me looking down her sweater at least a few times. I don't know if it was the drinking or what, but I got a little bolder and pinched her ass as she walked past me to sit down after her turn. This time, she just smiled and sat down.

As the games progressed we talked, and laughed about everything under the sun. My legs and back were starting to hurt from the accident and without trying to sound too forward, I asked if we were going to get into the hot tub. Cindy said sure, but that she had a rule saying that if someone wore trunks or a bathing suit into the tub, the soap from the remains of a washing machine would make too many bubbles and so therefore we would have to be naked. Well I was a 19 yr old man who didn't know any better, and didn't realize she was trying to check me out. I was more excited about seeing this gorgeous woman naked herself.

She led me to the hot tub, asked me to strip and Smiled when my cock sprung free, hanging gently over my cum filled balls. I climbed up and into the hot tub and turned to see her walking towards the door back into the house.

"Jason, I will be right back ok? I just want to go get our drinks and turn on some music."

I was sitting in front of the jets, my back feeling the warm bubbles in the water shoot out and caress my aching muscles and bones. My head was leaning back, eyes closed when I felt a pair of lips meet mine and my tongue came forth to explore this sweet mouth.

I opened my eyes and watched as Cindy, now dressed in a short satin robe, walked over to the stairs of the tub, and let the robe fall off of her shoulders, past her beautiful, full, tanned breasts and fall gently to the floor. My cock was rising instantly in the tub, and I was glad there were some bubble hiding its swollen purple head from her view. Her legs, so very muscular and smooth, carried her body up to the top step and I watched as her foot, then her thighs, then her shaved pussy and finally her stomach disappeared from view into the water. Her breasts were floating in the tub, her hair was up, and she just sat there across from me, smiling.

I didn't wait long to move over the water to her. I felt my body press up against hers and felt her nipples come into contact with my chest. I leaned in and kissed her, her mouth opening to let my tongue dart in and then closing around my lip as I pulled away. My cock was rubbing the tops of her thighs as I sort of floated in front of her, kissing and nibbling on her neck and ears.

"What's this?" She asked as I felt her soft hand grasp and encircle my cock. " Is it for me?"

"Well that depends. Are you sure you know what to do with it?"

"Jason honey, I definitely know how to please a man. I have more experience than you can imagine. Do you think you can please me?"

With that question I reached under her thighs and lifted and spread them just enough to let my cock slip into her awaiting pussy. She clamped down on my cock with her powerful pussy muscles and I moved out into the middle of the tub where I kissed, and held her in that position for about ten minutes. No rush, no wild fucking, just my cock, her vagina, my arms, her legs, my lips, her lips, and soft music.

I was a little hot from being in the tub for the past thirty minutes and broke our embrace to sit on the edge of the tub. She came over and immediately went to work by swallowing my cockhead and tickling my balls. She would open wide and try to deep throat me and trace a nail from the back of my balls to the front. Then she would rise from by cock, squeezing her lips around the tip to make me feel as if I was being milked.

I remembered her little challenge earlier and gently touched her head to get her to stop. We grabbed a towel and ran into her bedroom, her ass jiggling the whole way in front of me. She jumped into her bed and lay on her stomach. I moved towards her, lifting her legs onto my shoulders and awaited that sweet musky odor of a woman's love canal. I inhaled deeply and loved the way this woman smelled. Her clit was starting to peek out from behind her labia and I let my tongue dart into her waiting pussy, deciding to leave the clit for later. I wanted to feel every inch of this woman with my tongue, letting my lips mash against hers and my tongue being soaked in her pussy juices.

I took a pause and looked at her open pussy, dripping, waiting and then placed my lips on her clit and sucked. My fingers were on top of her thighs, caressing them from the inside out, and she started to squirm. I then released my lip lock on her clit and rubbed it with my tongue. I let my tongue trace around her little love button and then flatten against it. I then sucked on it again, desperately trying to pull it away from this angel's body and leave her crying in orgasm.

I then got up and let my cock plunge into her depths, her muscular legs wrapping around my waist and her massive breasts heaving upward with each thrust of mine. I took each nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue trace the outline before pinching them softly with my fingers. I was wondering how she was doing but when I looked at her, her eyes were rolled back, her head was sideways and her mouth kept moaning what looked like "Yes".

I was moving not fast nor slow, but constant, feeling her fleshy vagina open to allow my cock entrance into her and then close around it as I slipped out again. My balls were slapping casually against her cold smooth skin of her ass and I brought her ankles up by my shoulders to really give it to her. I was starting to plunge harder and harder, and she let out a small yell.

"Jason I am coming!!!" Her hands were grabbing at my shoulders, pulling my hair, and her lower lip was bleeding because she was biting it so hard.

I knew that she was pleased and decided that to make it final, I thrust into her allowing my semen to flood her, scalding the insides of her pussy and leaving us both lying in a pile of sweat, flesh and heavy breathing.

I was still feeling very very excited and asked her to roll over onto her stomach. I positioned myself so that my legs were outside of hers and my already hardening cock was pointed towards her dripping slit. I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her pussy, exciting myself to full erection, and teasing her back to reality. She inched her ass up a little off of the bed and I entered her wet vagina again. She then closed her legs and I was lying completely on top of her, holding myself up with outstretched arms. She was completely surrounding my cock with her pussy, and I was sort of grinding it into her.

I looked to the left and her closet was a full mirror. She was also looking and smiled at me as this primal animalistic position let our wild sides come out. I knew I wouldn't last long and as my second eruption came flooding out, I gently bit her shoulder and she was coaxing me to keep moving to let my cum spurt out every drop.

We ended up showering and fucking for the rest of the night, and I saw her for a while. I would have loved for it to last longer 



Cindy Ch. 01



One of my many interests is writing erotic short stories. It's an enjoyable pastime that allows me to express my erotic imagination, feelings and desires and draw on my own personal experiences. I would be a liar if I said I would not like to participate in many of the encounters I write about and this story is no exception. Aspects of this story are true and I will leave it to the reader to decide which they are.

I submit my stories to an online erotic literature website and have received mostly favourably reviews and a few ardent fans. A theme I use frequently is interracial sex, particularly mature, sexually confident white women with black men. I fantasize about my own wife in these situations and it's very stimulating.

From time to time I receive e-mail comments regarding my submissions and always respond.

It began when I received an e-mail from Cindy:

"Love your interracial stories. Being a mature woman of 62 and a very busty 38HH I just dream about it. Thanks for the stories and hope you continue to write these great stories, Cindy."

For all I knew this could be the stereotypical 50 year old guy living in his parents' basement but I responded nevertheless: 

"Hi Cindy, Thanks so much for your kind words regarding my stories, I'm pleased that you like them. I've always wanted to watch my wife with a group of well-hung black men and fantasize about it a lot but she has never been interested. A mature, sexually confident white woman with black men is the horniest thing. I've been looking for such a woman for a long time. I find it exciting that a 62 year old woman like yourself finds my stories erotic, I'm 65 and have recently retired and when I'm not travelling I develop storylines. It's a relatively new hobby for me and I enjoy it very much. I would be happy to hear any ideas you may have and would turn them into stories. Thanks Again, Chuck." 

Cindy replied with this the following day: 

"Chuck I hope that you don't retire from writing! You have a great gift of the pen. And I am glad that you have retired to enjoy life. I also am retired. I have always thought about how it would be to suck a huge black cock, one or many. But I guess I haven't the nerve to do it, but I can fantasize about it. I know that my breasts which are very long and hang well past my waist with no bra on still gets a lot of attention. I wear a bra when I go out and wear blouses mostly but even with my bra on they hang just below my waist and jiggle like jelly when I walk. I appreciate the email and if you ever wanted to write about me you are welcome to. But even if that never happens please keep the stories coming. Thanks for giving me much enjoyment, Cindy."

To develop a story centred on Cindy I required more information about her so I sent this e-mail: 

"Hi Cindy, I'll develop a story for and about you so let me know a few things. So far I know you are 62 and have very large breasts. If you don't mind, please answer the following.

1. Are you married, single etc.?

2. Would you like an aggressive, submissive or neutral role?

3. Have you always had big breasts and, if so, did boys like to feel them when you were a teenager and what is your overall body type - slim, average or BBW?

4. What kinds of sex do you like?

5. Do you fantasize about a single black male or a group?

6. What turns you on - lingerie, big cocks, voyeurism, fellatio, masturbation etc.?

7. Where do you fantasize having sex?

I hope you don't mind answering these questions, it will give me the info to build a story that I hope will have you masturbating with a big black dildo. 

Rest assured that I am in no way a weirdo, just a regular, horny guy with a wild sexual imagination. Chuck."

Her reply came quickly: 

"WOW! Write a story about me - that would be great. I appreciate that so much! I am 62years old and divorced. As far as the aggressiveness I will leave that up to you since that gives you flexibility in the story. I have always had huge breasts. In high school they use to call me cow tits behind my back. And the boys would always stare at them when I was walking because they jiggle and sway. They do hang below my waist with my bra on and without, well, a little farther down. I have huge aureoles that are dark. And only a few in high school ever touched them. That was a no-no when I was growing up. As far as sex goes I have always loved giving BJ's and getting facials. I also like it in my pussy. It can be a single black man or a group. I will leave that up to you. Big cocks turn me on. Having sex, it can be where you want it to be no special place. I am average, 5'6, 38HH 28 40 with short blonde hair. I don't want to restrict you in the story you write it as your thoughts come to you. I am sure that they will enjoy unsnapping my 8 snaps in the back of my bra and letting them fall out. I have a picture of me in my profile. And I am sending you one that was taken this summer when I went to Charleston SC. I am so excited to have such a talented writer write this. Thank you so much. And you can email me anytime. Cindy."

The picture she attached was in no way pornographic but nevertheless made me very horny. It showed her in profile dressed in shorts and a top; her enormous breasts did indeed hang down to her waist. Erotic thoughts of feeling them, licking her dark aureoles and tonguing her nipples to erection raced through my mind. Here is my reply: 

"Hi Cindy, Thanks for the info, I will keep you posted on how the story is coming along. Your breasts sure are magnificent, thanks for the photo; you're making me so horny. I would like to see more if you have any. If it interests you we could continue to correspond with our erotic thoughts and fantasies. I'll tell you something about me. My wife and I haven't had sex for about ten years; she has a medical condition, a thinning of the vaginal walls. This makes intercourse impossible since it is very painful. She masturbates me and gives me an occasional blow job but doesn't really have much interest. Four years ago I met and became friends with a couple where the husband has problems following prostrate and other surgeries and great difficulty becoming or staying erect and, like my wife, other medical problems leave him with little or no interest in sex most of the time. His wife is very sexual and we have great sex once, sometimes twice, a week at their house. Most of the time he stays downstairs but occasionally he will watch and sometimes take photographs but only rarely does he join in. Some of my stories are based loosely on of our sex together. Years ago I tried to interest my wife in swinging to no avail. I still fantasize about her with well-hung black men, she is slim and a natural blonde. I would love to see her sucking black cocks and watch, from very close up, a huge black dick pumping into her pussy. Take care, Chuck." 

"Hi Chuck, I was glad to hear from you and glad that you liked my picture. I do hope that you will keep them private. I am sorry about your wife's medical condition. I know that must put a strain on you. At least she will jack you off and give you a BJ. Too bad it's not more often. I never did any swinging. I have always fantasized about how it would like to suck a hung black cock and be with someone who shoots loads of cum. I really do appreciate that you said you would write a story about me. In the story could the guys have cocks 12 inches or bigger? Get wet just thinking about it. I wear blouses most of the time just to let you know. And I like a lot of name calling in the act. I would love to correspond with you on our feelings. I am sending you another picture of me taken in SC.I hope you like it. Cindy."

The second photo was similar to the first but from a slightly different angle. Again she was clothed but her breasts hung heavy and low and I so wanted to see her naked. This was my reply, 

"Checked my e-mail about 7:30 this morning and you made me very horny again. Your photos make me instantly hard, feel free to send more, rest assured only my eyes will ever see them. I think you are a bit of an exhibitionist, am I right? It's great that you are proud of your breasts and want to show them off. You may have noticed that many of the women in my stories wear blouses; I find them erotic, especially with a very short skirt, stockings and high heels. By 'name calling' I assume you mean dirty talk while having sex - horny slut - black cock whore - that sort of thing? I already have the basic outline for your story and don't worry - you will receive a lot of 12" black cocks in your mouth, pussy and all over your fantastic tits. My wife has gone to her chiropractor and then on to the mall to shop. Your photos got me so horny I had her masturbate me before she left. I thought about standing behind you, my hard cock rubbing against your bottom. I'm naked and I fondle your tits through the blouse, the only item of clothing you are wearing. Hard nipples strain against the thin fabric. Slowly I undo the buttons while kissing your neck and nibbling your ear. Finally your braless tits fall free and I discard the blouse. I kneel in front of you and you bend over holding your beautiful breasts together and smother my face. We move to the bed and I lie between your legs tonguing your wet vagina and clit and massaging your tits. Moving up, I lick around your aureoles and bite your nipples and slip easily into you willing pussy. I ejaculated over my stomach and up to my neck. My wife commented on the force of my load and said it must have felt really good. See what you do to me. Thinking of your lovely tits is deliciously erotic, more so because you are an ordinary person like me. Take Care, Chuck."

"No I don't think that I am an exhibitionist. I just know that when I am walking in a mall or anywhere and my boobs are jiggling and swaying in my blouse that it gets a lot of attention from men. I would say that they are my best asset. And because of their size they can't help but be show off. Yes name calling during sex. That always gets me going depending on what they say. I am glad that in a little way that I am helping you Chuck get the sexual release you desire. Wow you are so good at writing. But if I had just a blouse on without my bra I can tell you that they would hang out the bottom. And you are getting me all wet now. LOL!"

Our e-mail correspondence continued in much the same vein for the next month and a half. I discovered that she lived in Toronto, about a half hour drive from me and I eventually asked if she would like to meet over a mug of coffee. She chose a Tim Horton's not far from where she lived and we met just after lunch on a Tuesday afternoon. It was raining heavily and I arrived a few minutes before her. She parked her umbrella beside the chair and loosened her jacket. I could not avoid glancing from her eyes to those spectacular breasts. Her blouse was wet in places and my hard cock strained uncomfortably against my pants as thoughts of being with her in a hot tub, a shower or outside in the rain, mauling, kissing and soaping those massive globes as she jerked me off.

As it turned out she was much more than large mammary flesh. As wonderful as they were she was also bright, funny and interesting. I realized it must be a burden to possess something extraordinary that men find so very sexual. I was seeing the whole person and I liked what I saw. Two hours flew by and it was time for us to part. I hugged her and felt her breasts pressing against my stomach then kissed her on the cheek. We vowed to meet again soon and I held the umbrella until she was safely in her car.

Two weeks later I had just emptied my mug when Cindy walked in. I got two more coffees and we chatted for a while.

"Would you like to go for a drive? I've just bought a new Cadillac I want you to see it and it's such a beautiful day for a drive," I offered.

She smiled, drained her mug and said, "Let's go."

I drove east and we were soon out of the city and in the country. I pulled into the empty parking lot at Heber Down Conservation Area and we strolled along the path beside the river. We had the place to ourselves on this quiet Tuesday afternoon and we sat beneath an old maple tree watching hatchling trout dart about in the river below. I ventured an arm around her waist and caressed her hip. She tilted her head onto my shoulder and turned to me. Our lips met and my tongue entwined passionately with hers. She lay back and we continued to kiss as my left hand caressed her enormous right breast. I pinched and pulled on the nipple and felt it harden through her blouse and bra. Her hand rubbed my crotch and excitedly tugged at my belt and zipper freeing my erection. I unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra and stared in amazement at her massive, beautiful tits. I mauled them, squeezed them together and kissed them as she jerked my hard cock. I pushed her skirt up and removed her panties. She opened her legs and I fondled the patch of blonde pubic hair, slowly moving over her slightly parted labia and coming to rest on her erect clitoris. She began to move her hips and moan the moment I stimulated it and three fingers slid easily into her moist vagina. I straddled her chest and she lifted her breasts up around my cock and it was lost in the giant mounds as I thrust up and down. My fingers were still busy in her pussy and she spread her legs wide making my access easier. 

"Fuck me," she panted, "fuck me."

I was certainly more than ready and I moved down between her legs and mounted her. It was a frantic few minutes of wild, very excited intercourse. My face buried in her tits added to my arousal and we climaxed almost simultaneously. I felt the hot flood of her orgasm on my cock and ejaculated a heavy load inside her. We lay there for a while chatting, kissing and petting each other then headed back to the car. A date was made for dinner at her place the following week.

On Friday night I made my regular visit to Laurie and Phil, the couple I mentioned in one of my e-mails, and told them about Cindy. They were intrigued by my descriptions of her huge breasts and suggested I bring her along the following Friday.

Cindy turned out to be a terrific cook and we had wonderful evening filled with good food and wine in an atmosphere of sexual excitement. I stayed the night and sex was more controlled than our first time, lasting well into the early hours. We showered together, fondling her soapy breasts made me incredibly horny and she soon had me hard again. She bent over and I lathered her behind and pussy with soap. Her huge tits almost touched the bottom of the bathtub and I just stood and admired the wonderful view for a while, then entered her. We went to bed and I lay behind her on my side and fell asleep with my cock inside her and a hand over her breasts. After breakfast we began fondling one another as we washed the dishes and went back to the bedroom for another lengthy session of foreplay followed by intercourse. I asked her about a visit to my friends and she accepted immediately, adding with a laugh, "I'm interested to meet, 'the other woman'."

I picked Cindy up on Friday and we drove to Laurie and Phil's. Cindy wore a tight top that her giant tits strained to the limit and I couldn't resist feeling them occasionally as we drove along the 401. She unzipped my pants and took my dick out, there was no chance of other drivers seeing anything through the dark tinted windows of the Caddy and she leaned over and tongued my erection.

Laurie and Phil were duly impressed with Cindy's chest endowment and said I hadn't exaggerated their magnificence in the least. We sat in the kitchen and chatted for a while.

"Let's go upstairs and get changed," Laurie suggested to Cindy and off they went. Laurie likes to dress in erotic lingerie so I had asked Cindy to bring something sexy and she picked up her travel bag and followed Laurie up the stairs.

"Phew, you weren't joking," Phil said, "they're absolutely massive. Sure wish I could join in the fun but physically and mentally I'm just not there. I'll watch and take some photos."

I sympathized with him. As mentioned before Laurie is a highly sexual person who enjoys a lot of physical attention and loves sex. For most of the time he had no interest in sex, either physically or mentally. He usually stayed downstairs in the family room and watched TV leaving Laurie and me alone. There are times when he will sit and watch us for a few minutes or join us in the hot tub and comment how much he liked to see Laurie enjoying herself sexually. On the rare occasion when he joined us it started with him wanting to take photos. This sometimes indicates he will join us and Laurie will jerk him off or gives him a blow job during his brief and weak erection but his climax is internal and referred to as a, 'French ejaculation.' During these infrequent bouts of sexual desire he is quite vocal, especially just prior to ejaculation. Quite often Laurie is on her hands and knees sucking his cock and I'm fucking her from behind when he calls out, "Fuck the slut, fuck her hard and deep. She likes everything you do to her...give it to her...fuck her pussy hard."

Laurie has told me that the only time he ever shows any interest in sex is when he decides to watch us first. He likes to see his wife being fucked and when the stars happen to be in alignment for him he joins in but it's a rare event. 

The ladies came downstairs and into the kitchen. Laurie looked ravishing as usual wearing what she knew was my favourite type of lingerie, half-cup bra, garter belt, thong, stockings and stilettos all in black. Cindy wore a bustier that pushed her expansive breasts up and out, they still hung down to her was but the look was highly erotic. Stockings, thong and stilettos completed her outfit.

They paraded about the kitchen for us and Phil took pictures. I placed two chairs side by side in the centre of the room. The ladies sat down and fondled their tits as Phil took a few pictures and I stripped off, sat back in my chair and played with my hard cock. Cindy's hand moved between her legs and rubbed the thin material covering her pussy. Laurie leaned across and fondled Cindy's giant tits and pulled on the nipples. I walked over and straddled Cindy's chair allowing Laurie to lift her tits up and rub them all over my cock. The mounds of soft flesh caressed my hard-on and tickled my balls in a most sensual way. I knelt in front of the chairs and the ladies lifted and spread their legs. They pulled their thongs aside and I was treated to the inviting site of their naked pussies. Laurie's was shaved and her arousal had already dampened her thong. Cindy's labia were still open slightly following her fingering, the trimmed blonde bush sitting just above her erect clitoris. I rubbed both clits and inserted a thumb into each vagina. The ladies fondled their own tits and Phil buzzed about taking photos. I had them kneel on the chairs with their tits hanging over the backs. Laurie's 36DD's were dwarfed by Cindy's gigantic breasts that hung most of the way down the chair back. Phil continued to take photos as I mauled both sets of tits then I moved around and fondled their behinds and pussies. My dick throbbed as I entered Laurie and pumped into her while fingering Cindy. I changed over and fucked Cindy then alternated back and forth two or three more times.

Laurie suggested we go up to the bedroom and, as always, I watched her climb the stairs as Cindy stroked my cock then she went up and my eyes flashed from her ass and pussy to her swaying tits. Phil photographed us in various combinations on the bed until Laurie jerked me off all over Cindy's tits.

Later the four of us sat around the kitchen table and I mentioned that Cindy had always wanted to suck and get fucked by a big black cock but had never had the nerve to do it.




Cindy Ch. 01



"Just a minute, I'll be right back," Laurie said and left the room.

She returned with the big black dildo I had used on her many times and asked Cindy to lay on the table. Phil and I watched as Laurie pulled Cindy's thong to one side and rubbed the dildo along her pussy lips and over her clit. I fondled her tits through her top as Laurie worked the latex dick back and forth along her pussy.

"Ooh, you're getting very wet; just imagine this is a real dick about to fuck you. A big, black, hard cock ready to force its way into your pussy and give you the ride of your life," Laurie breathed sensually.

Cindy moaned at Laurie's words and the sight of the cock on her pussy. The first three inches of the foot-long dildo pushed into her vagina. Laurie pushed deeper and deeper and Cindy cried out, "Oh god yes, yes, that feels sooo good."

"Fuck her, Laurie, ram that black dick right up her pussy," I encouraged as I roughly mauled her huge tits. "She likes it; she wishes it was a real hot, throbbing black dick don't you?"

"Yes...yes...yes, give me that black cock, fuck me...fuck me, ooohhh!"

The latex cock was well inside her now, sliding in and out with long, deliberate strokes. Cindy moaned each time almost all of it sank in and pussy cream made it glisten. Phil photographed the horny scene including Cindy's face during her noisy orgasm.

We went downstairs to the family room and viewed the photographs on the big screen TV. I sat on the sofa between Laurie and Cindy and my cock was soon out and in their hands and I fingered their pussies. Cindy got really turned on again when she saw the pictures of the dildo fucking her and sighed, "I wonder what a real big black cock would feel like?"

"Perhaps you should find out if you feel like that, you only live once," Laurie observed.

"Oh, I wouldn't know how to go about it."

"Well, don't stop wishing, maybe it will be granted someday," Laurie responded.

Phil called me the following Tuesday and asked how serious I thought Cindy was about experiencing a big black cock. I said she had a strong desire and fantasized about it but didn't have the courage to pursue it.

"Okay," he said, "we might be able to help there, tell you more on Friday."

I wondered what they were up to, Laurie had often said she was attracted to black men and pretended it was real black cock when I was fucking her with the dildo. She liked it from behind on her hands and knees, this position gave me a great view of her pussy being pummelled, but most of all she loved to lie on her back with her legs spread wide and have me lick her clit while pumping the dildo in and out hard. When she climaxed I replaced the dildo with my own cock and screwed her until she came again. I didn't see Cindy that week and by Friday I was pretty horny. Laurie and I had a very erotic time in the bedroom while Phil stayed downstairs in the family room. Afterwards I asked Phil about his phone call.

"Well, it's all Laurie's doing actually," he said and demurred to her.

"I have a long-time friend and we share a lot of confidences. We've talked a lot how many women as they age lose interest in sex. She and I are definitely not in that group; in fact our sex drive has increased with age. I was telling her about Cindy and she said she has a black 'friend' that she sees occasionally and gave me his phone number. We were thinking of trying to arrange something here if he's interested, what do you think?"

I wasn't sure at first but the more I thought about it the more I believed Cindy would enjoy it. It would be in the non-threatening environment of Phil and Laurie's house and be a friend of a friend so to speak. Finally I said, "Fine, sounds like it could be fun, see if it can be arranged."

Cindy and I saw each other every Sunday and sometimes on Wednesday afternoons for the next few weeks. On Fridays I went to Phil and Laurie's and counted myself among the very lucky to be having sex with two horny, erotic ladies three times a week.

Laurie called and asked if I would to bring Cindy over the following Friday. We had had such a good time before she thought we should do it again. I felt sure Cindy wouldn't mind and was proved correct when I asked her on Sunday. We drove to Phil and Laurie's on Friday and Phil met us at the door.

"Hello, great to see you both again, come in. Laurie's in the family room."

As we started down the stairs I assumed I heard the television but when I reached the bottom realised it was Laurie. I looked into the room and saw her lying back on the arm of the sofa, a heavy-set black guy fucking her. The sounds I thought were the television were Laurie expelling the word, "Oh" every time the man slammed into her. Cindy was riveted to the spot, staring with her mouth agape. I took her by the arm and we moved closer.

"Little surprise for you," Phil said cheerfully. "This is Marcus, a friend of a friend of Laurie's."

My dick was rigid as Marcus turned his head, nodded and smiled then returned his attention to drilling Laurie. I quickly removed Cindy's clothes then my own while she stared at Marcus. I mauled her massive tits and pulled on the rock hard nipples. Her pussy was soaking and we masturbated each other as we watched the pair on thr sofa arm.

"Get down on your hands and knees, you'll be able to see his cock better," I whispered in Cindy's ear.

"Oh my god, look how big it is," she moaned.

I knelt beside her and pushed three fingers into her wet slit and watched the thick cock stretch Laurie's pussy. Phil, camera slung around his neck, handed me Laurie's black dildo that was lying on the sofa and I fed it into Cindy's mouth. Her saliva quickly lubricated it and I moved behind her and worked it easily into her. I matched Marcus stroke for stroke and Cindy soon shuddered through a powerful orgasm.

"I think Cindy would like some of that black dick, Laurie, don't be greedy," I joked.

"Yes please, oh my god, yes please," she sighed.

Laurie and Marcus disentangled and he turned around and saw Cindy's enormous tits for the first time and she gazed at his massive, long and thick cock. They just stared at each other for a few moments then he stepped forward and began fondling her huge breasts. She grabbed his dick with both hands and for a while their oversized appendages got in the way but they soon found the right position so they could enjoy one another. Laurie still lay on the arm of the sofa, her legs spread wide open. She looked incredibly horny and when Phil finished taking several close-up photos of her stretched and gaping pussy, I leaned over and sank my tongue as far as I could into it. Cindy now lay on the floor and Marcus thrust his big cock between her tits and into her mouth and he reached back and fingered her pussy and clit. I stood on the sofa and Laurie devoured my dick hungrily. Phil dodged about taking photos from various angles and seemed to be really enjoying himself. He had told me quite some time ago that he harboured a secret desire to see Laurie with a black guy and I hoped this would trigger more physical interest in him.

Marcus and Cindy came over to the sofa and she lay back with her ass on the edge of the cushion and pulled her legs open, her tits reaching to within an inch of her pussy. Marcus stood over her, his giant cock twitched with excitement and the blood-filled head swelled. She looked up at it, her eyes begging him to stick it in and give her a hard, deep fucking. He slid his hand along the thick shaft and caressed the bulbous head, a drop of pre-cum drizzled from the tip. Cindy massaged her wet cunt and clitoris as she continued to look dreamy-eyed at his erection. He moved between her legs and rubbed his cock along her slit. She cooed, moaned and whimpered with excited anticipation as he nudged the head past her labia and she gave a deep sigh when he pushed into her and buried his head in her tits. I stepped off the sofa, mounted Laurie and looked over to Cindy. She was making similar noises to Laurie when we first arrived and Marcus was really laying the black pipe to her, almost all of his thirteen inch thick cock slammed into her at a furious rate. Her legs flailed about and her hands clutched at his back and ass. He suddenly withdrew and stood up, his cock looked bigger and harder and twitched menacingly. He took Cindy's hands, lifted her off the sofa and laid her on the thick rug in front of the fireplace. She opened her legs as wide as she could and he climbed on top. Laurie and I got down beside them, I knelt above her head and Laurie knelt beside them. While Marcus pummelled Cindy's pussy Laurie mauled her giant tits with one hand and jerked me off with the other. Laurie knew I was about to cum and directed my dick downward and I exploded all over Cindy's face. Marcus grunted through a strong ejaculation, Cindy screamed and clamped her legs around his back holding him deep within her.

Sometime later, after we had showered, we lounged about and chatted. We agreed that the evening had been a success and that we should repeat it again soon. Marcus said goodnight and Laurie accompanied Cindy upstairs to collect her things.

Phil made sure they were upstairs then turned to me and said, "Marcus told me he has several friends who would love to join him if Laurie and Cindy wanted. I think another surprise is in order. We could start by watching the photos I took tonight and see where it leads."

I smiled and contemplated the possibilities.



Cindy Ch. 01



Cindy Williams looked at herself in the window as she cleaned it for what must be the thousandth time, seeing herself and the mid-morning traffic beyond while the rich smell of ground coffee assaulted her senses. After four months working here she was sick of working in a tacky, second rate 'Starbucks'. The shadowy reflection in the window pulled her attention back, not that she felt any great admiration for the wavy image. Seeing a slightly over weight girl of twenty-two, with shoulder length, light brown hair, although she couldn't really tell from the reflection, but she knew what color it was. 

There lay the seat of her discontent. Her hair wasn't brown or blond, more a sort of half and half like the rest of her body. She wasn't tall and willowy, like some of her friend, or short and cute like others. At five foot eight, a kind of half way between the two with neither of their redeeming qualities. She did have good legs, as her Mother kept telling her, but that didn't offset her small boobs. She knew guys liked girls with a big chest, and colored slightly wondering what they did with 'big' chested girls anyway. She imagined all sorts of things, probably all wrong. Her old boy friend didn't seemed particularly interested in her breast, wanting more to get his wandering hands under her skirt than anywhere else. Her life was like her body, neither one thing nor the other, and going nowhere in a hurry, just drifting from day to day with no direction.

She wanted something, but didn't know what, just something different. Her parents weren't much help in that department. At one time they'd been very strict, punishing her when she needed it, up to and including bare bottom spankings, but since she'd reached twenty-one they'd pretty much let her do whatever she wanted. She'd pushed the envelope, so to speak, just to see what they would do, like staying out later, going to parties, drinking, but they hadn't reacted, and for some reason she missed that. Wanting them to say something, or punish her some way, but they hadn't, so she drifted, and it showed in the reflection.

Cindy knew diet and exercise would get her waist line down, but couldn't keep up with it. One or two day was the most before making some excuse to herself for not going to the gym. Silencing the nagging voice in her head with promises of making it up with double the exercise tonight, or tomorrow, soon, quickly forgetting the promise. She sighed and started cleaning the next window on the world. In between her circling hand, she watched life going by, hating the smell of roasting coffee and curdled milk.

The pert-nosed face looking back made a mouse before she covered it with a squirt of 'Windex'. Nothing felt right this morning. Her bra felt tight, as did her uniform, and a quick look told her she'd probably get yelled at by 'old baldy', her manager for getting it dirty. Not that she worked up much enthusiasm to do anything about it. After the windows came the tables, piling dirty coffee mugs and plates into a plastic tray and hauling them to the kitchen, then back to wipe the tables down for some other inconsiderate jerk to dirty up again.

Working her way around the tables, Cindy spotted the same well-dressed man sitting at the corner table, the one he usually took. He came in every day about this time for a large mug of coffee, adding cream and sugar, rather a lot really. He'd sometime bring a book, or just sit and watch the traffic and people go by. Not that she was interested in him; she told herself, just curious about who and what he was. A lawyer taking a break from a case maybe? A real estate agent? No, scratch that, he didn't have that look, more on the stern side, not the forever smiling salesman type who tried to get all chummy, wanted nothing more than to get into her panties. One jerk boy friend was enough. The well-dressed man's salt and pepper hair cut in a swept back style; the side burns silver gray that gave him a distinguished look.

His face was neither young nor old, one of those lucky people who aged gracefully and slowly. He could be anywhere from forty to sixty for all she knew. He always put his dirty coffee mug and plate in the tray as he left, and his table was always clean. If he read one of the newspapers, he'd fold it up and put it back, not leave it there like some, and he always tipped. Not much, just a couple of dollars under the tacky advert sign on the table. Cindy appreciated that, not that she felt she'd eared it, as he didn't leave her anything to do.

He smiled at her if their eyes met, nothing more, just a quick nod, as if to say a silent good morning. She noted he dressed well, usually a suit or sports jacket and sharply pressed slacks, clean shirt and brightly polished shoes. It spoke well of him, showing he was careful in his dress and manner. The few times she been close enough to hear him order, she found his soft English accent intriguing in a Euro kind of way. Like some of the more well mannered news announcers on television. He was tall, about six-one or so, well built but not muscular, with a square jawed and slightly rugged, suntanned face, as if spending time outdoors. The salt and pepper moustache gave him an almost military air, but she couldn't say why. He was definitely the fatherly kind, with probably a daughter and grandchildren somewhere, yet he didn't wear a wedding ring.

This morning, he'd come in, ordered coffee and a roll, taking them to his favorite corner seat, and began reading a book. Cindy worked closer, cleaning one table after another, even though they didn't need cleaning. Out of curiosity, she wanted to smell his after shave, and worked the tables towards him, but he took no notice of her.

"Can I get you a refill?" She heard herself ask, blushing slightly. She had no idea where that came from, as she hadn't planned on saying anything to him. It just came out.

"Why yes, I'd love another cup. Thank you for asking." His soft British accent smoothing out the words in a lilting kind of way.

Cindy almost dropped the mug as she grabbed it, her hands shaking slightly. He'd looked up at her, bright, sea green eyes seeing into her soul. He smiled, one side of his lips moving up more than the other. It was a nice smile, and Cindy felt herself color as she walked back to the counter, feeling self conscious and telling herself not to stumble. Her uniform felt tight, more revealing, the hem a little higher than necessary. Ducking out of sight and a deep breath brought some measure of composure, enough to refill the coffee mug and return it to his table without spilling it.

"Can I get you some cream and sugar?" Her eye flicking up to meet his, feeling their impact again as she carefully placed the mug on the table. He smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, yes." The word softer, more precise than her ear was use to.

Cindy knew his eyes followed her as she walked over to the condiment counter to retrieve a jug of half and half and a handful of sugar packets. She self-consciously smoothed her skirt and apron, hoping he wouldn't notice the smudges, her big hands and feet, her slight overweight, that she was too short, her hair not blond... She shook herself. Why should she care what he thought? Smiling, Cindy brushing the silly thoughts away and walked back to the table with her precious burden. He nodded his thanks and returned to the book, yet walking away she knew his eyes were on her.  

God, he was old enough to be her father for heaven sake. Old Spice! That's what he was wearing. His after shave was old Spice, just like her Dad! So? A voice in the back of her head asked. She quelled the thoughts racing through her brain, like what he saw when he looked at her.

'Damn! This is silly,' she muttered, dismissing the whole thing as nothing more than daydreaming brought on by boredom.

The last of the dirty coffee cups and plate clattered into the dishwasher, and Cindy pulled the stainless steel door shut with un-necessary force and hit the start button. The washer rumbled into life, and the high pressure hiss of the spray bars cleaning the cup and plates drowned every other sound. Wisps of steam crept out from under the door, and wiping her hands Cindy walked back to the front of the coffee shop. 

A pang of disappointment shot through her, seeing the empty chair, and the man gone. Feeling puzzled why she feel that way at all, and walked over to his table to wipe it down. As usual, the tip was there under the advertising stand, but this time it was five dollars. Cindy smiled in thanks and tucked it in her pocket. A book on the window shelf caught her eye, and realized the man must have forgotten it. Picking it up she glanced at the long title, not really reading it. The book was obviously expensive, not some cheat paperback edition, but she wasn't much for reading.

With the book tucked under her arm she headed for the kitchen, eyeing the clock. Thank god, it was almost the end of her shift in purgatory and she'd be out of here for the rest of the day. Changing into jeans, thin sweater and tennis shoes; she clocked out, the book tucked safely under her arm. Somewhere the vague idea of returning it, either today, or tomorrow when he came in crossed her mind. She wasn't about to leave it laying around the coffee shop for anyone to take or throw away. 

The street outside was hot, the air muggy and filled with the stench of exhaust, traffic sounds battering her ears, the smog making her cough as she walked the block and a half to the parking lot and her car. If you could call it that. She called it the 'beast', an old, ugly, dirty blue AMC Gremlin. It ran, just, and that was about all it did. The radio didn't work, and she strained her arm cranking the drivers-side window up and down. The passenger side window was permanently stuck half open, but it didn't matter, the AC had packed up long ago, so she didn't mind the window being stuck, except on cold mornings. Turning the key, she heard the starter motor grind its way around the flywheel. With a groan of protest at being disturbed, the beast reluctantly came to life, complaining loudly at her need to go home. It left a trail of blue smoke as Cindy nursed it on its way. Thanking whatever god that watched over old cars, she made it home one more time. The beast wheezing and spluttered in its death throes as she killed the ignition, like some tired old man on his death bed, as with one last gasp the engine stopped. 

The rest of the day went its usual boring way, with dinner with her parents, the news, a game show that bored her silly, then up to bed. Showering and changing into a pair of sensible, white cotton panties and a thin tee shirt with no bra. She flopped on the bed with a feeling of ease until the book caught her eye and picking it up, she reread the gold colored words on the leather spine. A blush spreading up her face, fingers trembling at seeing the title. 'The History of Corporal Punishment in the Twentieth Century', but it got her curious as well. At first she just flipped thought the pages, stopping here and there to read. Unlike most scholarly books, this one had full color photographs, and once or twice she snapped the book shut, her mouth a big 'O' of surprise.

"Oh my lord!" She muttered, cheeks glowing red, slowly opening the book again as if it were going to bite her.

Many pictures showed females of different ages being punished in a variety of way. Some over the knee, getting a bare bottom spanking with a variety of instruments, such as paddles, straps, brushes. Others of them bend over something, and having their bottoms punished with canes, straps, whips, and riding crops. Most were nude or semi dressed, while a few were dressed in some sort of costume. A few showed young female at private schools, strapped down in different devises, or bend over chairs, couches, gym equipment, all in various stages of undress, to completely naked, taken at the moment of punishment. Swallowing carefully, Cindy began to read, learning the wide variation in philosophy behind corporal punishment. For some it was strictly discipline, heightened by the individuals administering the punishment need to add to the punishment by making the female in question take off part, or all of her clothes. 

The degree and severity of the punishment also depended on the individual administering the punishment, and for what offence the individual was being punished. There didn't seem to be any relationship between the offence and the degree of punishment. For some, an infraction of some rule was sufficient for a caning, or whipping, while other, in what Cindy considered a major infraction, the individual was mealy put across someone lap and spanked, with or without an instrument as she'd been on several occasions. This also varied by region, school, or type of institution of learning. One part intimately detailed the correct steps in applying an over the knee spanking to male and female children or young adults, paddles, brushes or straps optional, and the correct positioning of the individual over the knee or lap. This included instructions on trapping the legs between the spankers to prevent kicking and possible injuries to either party. One particular step detailed the need to administer, what in the book was called, a pussy spanking, to young females as an extra form of punishment for crime the of masturbation. That made Cindy turn bright red, as this was accompanied by graphic picture of the punishment, and that of the young woman's pleading, tear streaked face. It wasn't until she got about a third of the way through the book that Cindy realized that much of, and the degree of punishment was also dictated by the needs of the individuals as well.



The book emphasized the need to extraction from the person a confession of guilt in the matter, and agreement they needed punishing, and to what degree. That surprised her, as she'd never thought about it that way before. Wondering what she would have said to her Mother or Father if they'd asked that question before they punishing her. Cindy shivered, thinking of the humiliation she might have felt if she'd been asked how hard she should be spanked for some transgression or other.

The next chapter dealt more with punishment between married couples, or partnerships of one sort or another. Here it went more into to bondage and discipline aspects, with pictures of bondage equipment, restrains, harnesses, and punishment devises. With one hand inside her panties, the other flipping pages as she read, Cindy found herself completely aroused. It wasn't long before she was just looking at the pictures, panting and moaning softly as she looked at young woman locked into restraint frames, being whipped, spanked, paddled, and strapped. With a squeal of pleasure, she climaxed, shutting her legs quickly on her hand, less it escape before she'd finished. The fire and ice feeling washed over and though her body, leaving her wanting more. She was tempted, having had multi orgasms before, but relented and lay back, relaxing in a warm foggy afterglow as she slowly drifted off to sleep.



She didn't sleep well, as her dreams were full of forbidden images, things she wanted/didn't want to happen. At one point she awoke in tangled sheet, panting for breath, excited and scared, hearing the echo of the long moaning 'Noooooo' in the darkness of her room. For a moment she tried desperately to remember what it was she was crying against, but it drifted away from her reaching mind like early morning mist as the sun raises, intangible, and just beyond reach. She did discover she'd gone to sleep clutching the book, and sometime during the night had rolled over on it. Several pages were folded, and pulled partially loose from the bindings.

"Oops." She muttered, trying to straighten the pages.



She bit her lower lip and winced, thinking of what its owner would say when he saw it. Closing it carefully on the straightened pages, she placed it on the bedside table; her fingers caressing the leather cover a moment, eyeing the clock, then the book again. If she stayed up and read more, she'd never get enough sleep. Then she'd be late for work, old baldy would start yelling at her, maybe fire her. Then she'd have to explain to her parents why she got fired, and on and on, so with a wistful sigh, she straightening the sheets and blankets and settled down instead. For a while, she was half afraid to switch the light off and sleep, half longing, half fearing she'd dream and see again what she was afraid of seeing. 

At last she drifted off into a dreamless sleep, awaking the next morning feeling restless but edgy. She showered and dressed, again forgetting to do her exercises until she was in the 'beast' heading for work. Her pug nose pulled into a mouse of annoyance. Chiding herself, and promising to do better tomorrow.

The morning went slowly, ever though the coffee shop was busier than usual and old baldy kept yelling at her to work faster. There was no way she or the other two girls could, but that didn't slow the string of complains from baldy. Only at Noon did she know why the morning was dragging, her 'Old Spice' man hadn't shown up for his morning coffee break. Her cute nose wrinkled in annoyance, not at him, just the fact he hadn't show up. All she wanted to do was return the book, wasn't it? She hadn't realized she'd been waiting expectantly for him, until he didn't show. Cindy colored slightly and quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed. No one had, amidst the clatter and bustle of the coffee shop, and she bit her lower lip and giggled. She shouldn't be thinking what she was thinking, but there again, what was she thinking? She shook her head, stirring her long hair around her shoulders to chase away the thoughts. She shivered suddenly at the touch of her on her bare shoulders, never really noticing until now how sensual it was.

At three she clocked out with a sigh of relief, changing and dropping her sweaty uniform into the laundry bag, thankful the day was over. Dressing, she was about to close her locker door, when she saw the book on the top shelf. She hesitated, wondering if she should take it home and read some more, or... She let the thought hang in the air. She could take it around to wherever he worked and give it to him. Idly, she opened it, flipping through the paged, seeing the lurid pictures flipping passed. It really wasn't a consideration, as she didn't have a clue where he worked... A small white card fell out, a page marker maybe, until she picked it up, seeing the neatly printed names and address in bold copper plate.

               MASTER'S RARE BOOK AND MANUSCRIPTS

                  231 Wayward Lane. Old Town Close.

                      Richard Masters. Owner.

It listed the phone number, and for a moment, Cindy nibbled her lower lips, thinking. Should she just call him and tell him she'd found it? That didn't really have any appeal. Wait until he came back it? That might not be right away. So what remained? Take it to his shop, store, or whatever you called a rare book place. She shivered slightly and shook herself, not knowing why then nodded, as if agreeing with herself, deciding to take it around and give it to him personally. That made her feel nervous, but tucking the book under her arm she left the coffee shop and headed downtown to Wayward Lane. This turned out be to a narrow cul-de-sac with small shops on either side. The cobblestone drive wasn't meant for vehicle traffic, just pedestrians, making it seem old world and quaint. Just the kind of place you'd expect to find an antique book shop. 'Master's Rare Book and Manuscripts' lay nestled between a millenary shop, specializing in hand made corsets, French knickers, lace and satin creations that ordinary people could never afford, and an upscale hair stylist-cum-beauty shop.




Cindy Ch. 01



The other shops on the lane were of a similar occupation, such as handmade shoes, boots and leather goods, a silversmiths shop, a small bakery and a tobacconist, as it said over the store, selling imported cigarettes, cigars, and tobacco. All in all, definitely old world style, catering to the rich and famous for a handsome price she suspected. All the shops front had that 'Old Curiosity Shop' look about them. Small leaded glass windows that were never really meant to be looked through, just something to let light in. All were painted in bright colors, some with Ivy growing up and across their frontage. It definitely catered to the carriage trade as they say, and if you had to ask the price, you couldn't afford it in the first place. Cindy walked up and down the lane twice before she worked up the courage to actually go in, then at last, she took a deep breath and opened the door.

A small silver bell tinkled merrily as she opened it, startling her for a moment. She expected the shop to be musky, dusty, and dim, but the air smelt fresh and clean, with a faint trace of some good quality cigar lingering in the air. The soft, discrete lighting, adding to the summer sunlight pouring in through a carefully placed skylight, enhancing the look of the old leather bound book and highly polished walnut or mahogany furniture and book cases.

"Can I help you?" A rich masculine voice asked from the back. "Oh, it you... yes, Cindy isn't it? From the Coffee shop." Cindy gulped, he did remember her, and her names and where she worked, and... She was tongue tied, unable to get one word out.

"Please, have a seat." He pointed to a leather easy chair beside a small coffee table with two finger of his left hand. It was such an elegant gesture to Cindy's eyes; her body automatically obeyed the request.

"Now then, what can I do for you?" 

Even the way he said ordinary things sounded different, real, as if he really meant what he said, instead of the empty words most people use. Mostly when someone asks that question, they don't really won't to help. They say them because the management told them to.

"I... I... I came..." Cindy found herself blushing, and in the end simply held the book out. Richard Masters took the book, glancing at the spine and the title, nodding to himself.

"I wondered where I'd left this." He smiles at her, showing even white teeth and little laugh lines at the corner of his eyes, his rugged, sun tanned face turning hansom in that moment. Then he started to open the book.

"No, wait, I..." Cindy was stunned to realize she was about to confess to what she'd done to the pages, yet she had no need. Had he read it all the way through? Did he know that none of the pages were wrinkled? It didn't matter, she wanted to confess. "I had an accident..." she stammered, "I bent... um... wrinkled some of the pages."

"I see." Even saying that sounded like more like disapproval from an adult to a child.

"And I think I might have pulled one of them loose." She winced when she said that, seeing the slight frown cross his face.

Richard Master's opened the book to the folded pages, smoothing them flat again with strong fingers. He looked at the loose page, cracking the spine back to look closely at the bindings.

"It can be fixed, expensive, but fixable." He murmured, looking up at her with his piercing sea green eyes. Cindy winced hearing that.

"Um... how much?"

"Did you enjoy reading this part?" His eye never leaving hers. Cindy looked down, blushing under his gaze.

"I..." For a moment she was going to lie.

"And this other part where you dog-eared the page."

"Oh!" She'd forgotten about that.

"You should learn to use a page marker, Cindy." That's what they are for." What could she say, except.

"Yes, sir, I know."

"And you didn't answer the question," he laughed softly, "but I take it you did by the blush. It looks very becoming on you." Cindy gulped and blushed again. This wasn't something she was use to, men complimenting her on her looks. He weighed the book in his hand a moment, as if contemplating a chess move.

"As the book so clearly points out, that for any given offence, an equal and effective punishment should be administered to the culprit, don't you agree, Cindy?"

Vision of herself laid over his lap, her skirt pulled up, panties down and his strong tanned hand spanking her bare bottom flashed thought her mind, and she felt herself get instantly wet as she thought of the 'pussy' spanking described in the book.

"Yes, sir." She heard herself mumble, seeing the laughter in his eyes.

"However, such a punishment is not within my power to administer, so..." He held the moment, waiting to see if she'd respond. "...instead, I will calculate the cost of the repair and let you know." 

Cindy felt a sense of relief, and disappointment at the same time. The momentary pause was clearly an invitation, yet her mind refused to grasp it significance until the moment had passed. Cindy softly bit the inside of her lower lips wondering for a brief moment if she would have taken him up on the implied offer. He stood, offering her his hand, as a gentleman should. Cindy took it automatically and stood, he held it a moment longer than necessary, and for a moment she thought he'd kiss the back of her hand. The silvery tinkle of the front door opened and a customer walked in broke the spell of the moment.

"I'll be at the coffee shop tomorrow, and will let you know the cost of the repair, Cindy. And thank you for returning the book, it's very valuable, you know."

Cindy blinked, finding herself back out in the bright sunlight on the cobbled lane. She had no recollection of walking out, just that she was here, like teleportation or something. She looked around, seeing the quaint shops and bright colors, and for a moment felt she was in another world, or time unconnected with the twenty first century.

She didn't remember much of how she got home, just that she did, or dinner, or anything else until she snuggled down in bed, going over in her mind what had happened at the shop, what he'd said, how she felt. She kept hearing him quote from the book about punishment, and the flashing image in her mind of her lying over his lap being spanked. It was too much, and her hand slipped inside her panties, only to find she was soaking wet. In retrospect, she realized he had made the offer, but the she'd had let the moment pass.

"Oh my!" She muttered between clenched teeth. 

In her mind, his strong hand pulled her over his lap, lifting her skirt before slowly working her panties down to expose her bottom, then him spanking her bare bottom over and over again with his hard hand. She climaxed, not once, but three times before she relaxed in the afterglow. The intensity of the orgasms startled her, and left her shivering with pleasure, her nipples hard and alive, wanting to be touched and caressed, kissed and licked. The most she'd let anyone do was get their hand inside her blouse, never inside her bra, but more out of their small size than not wanting them to, now she did. She wanted to feel Richard Masters strong hand caressing them. Cindy shook herself, banishing the image from her mind. This was getting ridicules. He was old enough to be her father. She got out of bed and showered again, putting fresh underwear on before going back to bed, but not to a restful sleep. 

She tossed and turning through the long night. Feeling grouchy and moody as the 'beast' took her to work, and she did her best not to think about a certain older gentleman who might or might not be coming in later this morning. Yet the cost of repair to the book kept cropping up in her mind. What if it was so much she couldn't pay for it? What would he do then? Demand other payment instead?

"Damn it Cindy, will you pay attention to what you are doing, girl!" The manager snapped.

"What?" Cindy looked down, seeing the mess she was making filling the sugar pots, muttering a soft curse.

"What on earth is the matter with you this morning? You've been walking around in a daze since you got here."

"Nothing sir, I just have a few things on my mind that's all."

"Well, get them back on your work, or you are out of here!" With that he turned and stomped away.

"Bald headed old fart!" Cindy muttered to his retreating back.

"That's not a nice thing for a young lady to say." A deep voice behind her murmured.

Cindy looked up, startled, recognizing the voice before she'd even looked. It was him, standing in front of the counter; his sea green eyes full of laughter, and slight smile on his lips.

"Oh... um... I..." She stammered, unable to think of one coherent word to say.

"May I have a large coffee, please?"

Cindy nodded and fumbled her way thought what should be an automatic activity, but today, wasn't. After three tries she managed to put a large mug of coffee in front of him without spilling the whole thing over the counter. She'd already done that twice.

"Thank you very much, Cindy." He added, smiling at her again.

She pretended not to look at him as he added cream and sugar and took it over to his favorite table by the window, watching him out of the corner of her eye as he sat and drank it, reading a book as he did. It wasn't her turn to buss tables today, but she strong armed one of the other girls into letting her do it, promising all of the tips as payment. Without seeming obvious, which she was, she made her rounds, clearing this and that table until she reached the one before his.

"I have the cost of the repair, if you are interested?" His voice was soft yet carrying, but she doubted anyone else heard his remark. Cindy turned, blushing slightly under his gaze, her eye flicking to the counter to see if old baldy was in sight. He wasn't.

"How much?" She asked at last, fearing the worse. The look on his face told her it was high.

"Three hundred dollars."

"Oh my!" She swallowed carefully and held her breath. Richard Masters saw the shocked looked on her face, and mealy cocked one eyebrow, his head held slightly to one side as he waited for her to continue.

"I take it from that remark, that it's more than you expected." He said at last, seeing Cindy nodded in response, waiting for the other shoe to drop. "Then, we shall have to make 'other' arrangements for you to pay of this debt." Cindy felt herself shiver.

"What... what other arrangements." She managed to get out at last.

"Cindy! Will you come here a moment, please." The mangers almost shouted from the counter. Cindy tore her eyes away from Richard Masters and looked over her shoulder, muttering a silent curse.

"It would seem you are in a bit of trouble, aren't you?" He murmured behind her back, his voice full of laughter.

"Yes!" She heard herself snap. His soft chuckle didn't help as she walked back to the counter. Richard Masters watched the sway of her hips under the uniform, wondering what they would look like without it.

"I've told you before about chatting to the customers. You are here to work! If you want to chat, do it in your own time, not mine!"

"He was just asking me a question, that's all."

"A question should only take a second or two, and shouldn't stop you doing what you are supposed to be doing out there."

"I was." She snapped.

"Don't you take that tone of voice with me, young lady, I won't put up with it." Cindy gritted her teeth and went back to clearing up, afraid to go near his table again, yet in the end she did. Picking up a bottle of 'Windex' she attacked the big picture windows with a vengeance, quickly working her way across the front towards him. As she approached, he put down the book, sipping his coffee. Out of curiously she slowed her quick swirls to read the title, seeing 'The Story of 'O' across the spine, and wondered what it was about.

"Now then, where were we before we were rudely interrupted?"

"I... I don't remember." She lied.

"Oh yes, I remember. Alternate method or form of payment for the repairs to the book." Here it comes, Cindy thought.

"It seems to me, Cindy," he paused a moment, heightening the tension, "that you would be much happier in another line of work."

"What? I mean, what did you say?"

"I was thinking, that I need someone to work in my shop, especially when I have to leave town, or attend an auction." He tapped his lower lip with a well manicured forefinger, his strong hand holding his chin. "And I was thinking that you might like to kill two birds with one stone."

"In... in what way?"

"Well, you could work for me, not as many tips, but better paying. And that you could pay off the repairs at the same time?"

"You're offering me a job?" It wasn't what she expected, and it left her blinking and slightly surprised.

"I'm sure you'd be glad to see the last of the bald headed old bath bun."

"What... what would you expect me to do?" It was a fair question.

"I'd train you..." he hesitated a moment, letting the sentence hang, "...in how to handle old manuscripts, and tell the difference between a fake and a real one, plus many other things too numerous to go into here."

"And, um, how much an hour?"

"I could start you at sixteen dollars an hour, with full benefits of course." Cindy gulped. Here she was a minimum wage slave, and no benefits, just tips, which in some week did mount up to a tidy sum. So why was she hesitating? Was there hidden meaning to his words.

"Cindy!" The manager shouted. If nothing else, that convinced her, no matter if his words did have a hidden meaning.

"I'll take it."

"I thought you might." He laughed.

"Cindy!"

"Oh shut up! She shouted back. "I can hear you, and so can the people all the way down the block!"

"What!?" The manager stood there with a stunned expression on his face, finding it hard to believe that an employee had just yelled back at him.

"How dare you..." He spluttered.

"Oh can it, you stupid idiot! I quit." She took off her apron and threw it in his face. 

She stormed out and headed for the locker room amidst the clapping of the patrons, feeling angry, her face red. Now she'd done it, marveling at herself for having the nerve to do it. She just hoped Mr. Masters wasn't putting her on about his job offer. He met her as she came back out, a slight smile on his face.

"Well done, Cindy. Come and see me at the shop tomorrow morning and we'll get you set up." With a smile and a nod he left, striding down the street looking as if he owned it.

Cindy breathed a sigh of relief, as she needed the money. Dumping a nowhere job like the coffee shop was one thing, but the prospects of unemployment and no pay check another. 

It was with some trepidation that she nursed the 'beast' downtown the next day, circling the block twice before she found a place to park as the 'beast' came to a stop wheezing and spluttering in its death throes. Getting out, she straightened her skirt, hoping it wasn't too short... to long... the right color, that she had the right makeup on, or too much. She brought her racing thoughts to a stop, breathing deeply and walked quickly to the lane. Here, her footsteps slowed as her heart began to race.

She chided herself for being silly. There was nothing to be afeard of, it was just a job after all, at least that's what she tried telling herself, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that this was something more. What, she couldn't say, or maybe it was just her imagination, or the need for it to be something else. Whatever it was she didn't want to go down that road, it scared her. With a slightly trembling hand she opened the door to the shop, hearing the soft silvery tinkle of the bell as she stepped inside.

"Good morning, Cindy, how are you today?"

"Good morning, Mr. Masters. Well, thank you."

"I'm glad to see you took me up on my offer." His handshake was warm and firm, not too hard, and Cindy felt a shiver run up her body at the touch. 

"I'll need you to fill out a few forms first. After that I'll get you situated." He held her hand just a little longer than necessary, but maybe she was reading more into it than was there. He let go, turned, motioning her to follow. "Come." 

He led her to a small, cheerful office in the back, and indicated a hard wooden, straight back chair for her to sit on as he walked around the mahogany desk. Cindy noticed that the back of the chair was low, with a thickly padded top rail, and wondered why.  Sitting down in a comfortable black leather office chair, he opened a draw and extracted a folder and placed it in front of her.

"Here you go. Fill these out," handing her a pen, "I'll be in the shop if you should need me, or when you have finished." Cindy just nodded and took the pen, catching a whiff of his 'Old Spice' after shave as he moved by her out of the office.



The hard wooden seat of the chair felt uncomfortable against her bottom, no matter how much she wriggled around. It felt cold and hard, just like a spanking paddle would if applied to her rear end, she thought, suppressing a giggle. The forms were standard employment forms she'd filled out many times before. The two odd one was her written permission for him to do a background check on her, and look to her credit report. She shrugged and filled them out. It was expected in a job like this dealing with valuable books and manuscripts, she thought and probably not that unusual. The second one puzzled her as it dealt with job disputes. It detailed arbitration between the two parties without the need for legal recourse of any sort. In clear terms it required her to give up any rights to legal counsel, or recourse to the courts should a dispute arise concerning her duties and employment between Mr. Masters and herself during, and after the termination of her employment. Nor could she divulge anything to anyone about what went on in the shop. She hesitated over that one, nibbling her lower lip and chewing on the top of the pen. She didn't know if it was strictly legal for him to ask that of her, and in writing, but considering the line of work he was in, maybe it made sense, trade secrets, and all that. In the end she filled in the blanks and signed it with a slight flourish, she was done.

The rest of the day was spent familiarizing herself with the layout of the shop, where everything was. He showed her the different bookcases, and how they were arranged. His PC contained a complete database of all the books and manuscripts on the premises, on which bookshelf they could be found and the price for each. Some of them made her eyes boggle, and she wondered how anyone could afford to buy them. Her eyes flicked down the book list, marveling at the collection of rare book on display there.

"A lot of people come in and ask for a particular book, or manuscript, and rather than go looking for it, look it up on the computer first to see if we have it, or if its obtainable. If we have it, you will find the location in the index." He leaned over her shoulder slightly, pointing to something on the screen, and she breathed in the scent of old Spice as he did.

"Yes, I see." She murmured, not wanting him to move.

"Sometimes they will buy it sight unseen. Other will want to look at it. If that is the case, hand them a pair of white cotton gloves, and make sure you are wearing a pair before you go and get it."

"Oh... okay." He chuckled softly.

"The acid on your finger tips can damage the paper the old books were printed on." He elaborated for her.

"Ohhh! I see. Yes, that makes sense."

She left at the end of the day feeling elated. She had the job, and it seemed easy in comparisons to the coffee shop, and possibly more interesting. Walking to her car, she passed a 'Barns & Noble', and on impulse she went it. One of the sales people gave her an odd look when she asked if they had a paperback copy of the 'Story of 'O', but pointed to a bookshelf at the back of the store. Her eyes scanned along the titles, some seeming familiar, other not, until she located a copy of the book. A quick read of the story line made her blush, and she looked around to see if anyone was looking. She quickly made her way to the checkout counter, purchased the book and left, feeling a little naughty. After a quick snack, she told her Mother she didn't need dinner, and showering quickly she settled down on the bed to read. It didn't take her long to realize that the story was about a young woman's descent into bondage, and the subsequent enslavement to a Master. The description of 'O's punishments were lurid and detailed, and it wasn't long before her hand was inside her panties, and her bedroom full of the soft sounds of her heavy breathing and soft moans of pleasure. Sated at last, she drifted off to sleep, feeling warm and comfortable in her safe empty bed.




Cindy Ch. 01



The rest of the week went much the same way, as each day he explained more about what he did, and the care and handling of old books and manuscripts. At lunchtime, he took her to a small discrete restaurant in the lane, where he ordered her a light salad, orange juice, and fresh baked bread. Cindy thought this a bit unusual, but didn't mind. She knew she should be eating better than she did, and this helped solve the problem. She soon discovered that he lived in the apartment over the shop, but he never invited her up. Cindy wasn't sure if she felt upset or relieved that he hadn't. There was also a basement, but that was kept locked, and he never mentioned it, or explained what was down there, probably old storage, she thought.

Two week went by, and gradually Cindy settled in. A surprising amount of foot traffic came in and out, and a corresponding amount of telephone calls. Many were requests for a catalog, or someone looking for a particular book. After a while it was easy for Cindy to look it up in the database and give the information. Cindy did felt frustrated at times, especially when he was near, but she couldn't, or wouldn't put into words why. All went well until the day she spilled coffee over a particularly rare book. The look of annoyance on his face was clear, and Cindy held her breath, wondering what he was going to do. At first he said nothing, but immediately took the book to his lab and carefully washing the pages with a clear solution of something. Cindy watched from the doorway, biting her lip.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to do that." Cindy stammered, feeling a sense of foreboding about what he was going to do.

"I should hope not, but I will see you in my office at lunch time." His voice sounding calm and controlled. He was defiantly angry with her.



Cindy's stomach did a flip-flop, fearing the worse. He was going to fire her she knew it. That was the second book she'd damaged, and this one obviously a lot more expensive than the first one. Going back to her desk near the front door, she looked it up on the computer, gulping when she saw the asking price. She closed her eyes, seeing the unemployment line looming before her. At noon, instead of going to lunch as usual, she walked hesitantly to his office and knocked on the closed door.

"Come." His deep baritone voice called. Cindy walked in, and sat carefully on the hard wooden chair, her back tiff and straight, her hands in her lap.

"What am I going to do with you, Cindy?" He sighed, opening the conversation.

"I don't know, sir. I... I..." He held his hand up to cut off her protestations.

"This is the second book you've damaged, and you have only just paid off the cost of repair to that one." She had to admit. He'd only taken a little out of her paycheck each week to cover the cost. "Now this."

"Yes, sir." She couldn't think of anything else to say. She looked down at the floor, picking at the nail polish on her thumb.

"I could fire you, Cindy; you know that, don't you." Cindy nodded, feeling miserable.

"However, you did sign the arbitration agreement when you started here."

"Yes, sir, I remember."

"Do you understand what that meant, Cindy?"

"Um... well, arbitration means to negotiate, I think."

"True, partly. In this case, it means that I can suggest an alternative form, or method of redress that negates the necessity of firing you, understand?"

"Yes, sir, I think I do. But, um... what do you mean by alternative form or method of redress?"

"It means in layman's terms that I can offer another method of punishment for damaging that book," Cindy looked up, startled at the word punishment, "it's much as I suggested when you damaged the other book, do you remember?"

She did, he'd quoted from the book, saying that for any given offence, an equal, and effective punishment should be administered to the culprit. He'd gone on to say that such a punishment was not within his power to administer at that time. With her signing the consent form, now it was. The question was, could she, or should she agree to whatever punishment he suggested. He waited patiently for her to answer. He wasn't exerting any undue influence on her exactly, as he'd pointed out. He had every right to fire her at this moment for damaging a book worth several thousand dollars, one hundred and fifty seven thousand to be exact.



She would have no recourse to Employee Relations if he did, and faced the prospect of unemployment, and no money. On the other hand, he was offering a way to mitigate, or even erase her blunder. Did she really have, no, she corrected did she really want a choice. Taking a deep breath she decided she didn't.

"What..." she swallowed hard, finding her throat suddenly dry, "what do you suggests, sir?" She managed to get out at last, her eyes flicking up to look at his face. He smiled slightly, and in answer, opened a desk draw and lifted out a thin wooden paddle, placing it on the desk in front of her. He didn't have to say a word.

"Oh my..." Her eyes flicked between the paddle and his face, seeing a questioning look. "I... I... is there..." She stop, knowing the only other choice was dismissal. 

It was 'clear her desk' or 'bend over it'. She gulped, and carefully licked her dry lips, desperately trying to avoid looking at him. "Where?" She said at last, feeling a shiver run up her body.

In answer he stood and walked around the desk, picking up the paddle as he did. He gently took her by the upper arm and lifted her to her feet, walking her behind the chair. He then turned her so she faced the back and placed his hand on her shoulder. The slight pressure was sufficient to bend her reluctantly over, until she placed her hands on the seat. Now she understood why the top rail of the chair back was so low, and the reason for the thick padding. The rail came to just above her hips, and a slight pressure from his hand pushed her down until she had to place her elbows on the hard wooden seat.

"Carelessness with rare books is unacceptable, don't you agree, Cindy?"

"Yes, sir." She muttered, a small sob escaping her lips. She bit down on her lower lip to stop another escaping.

She felt his hand grip the hem of her skirt and slowly lift it, exposing her pantyhose and panty covered bottom. He carefully tucked the hem into the waistband to hold it out of the way before hooking two thumbs into the waistband of her pantyhose. For a moment she thought to protest, but then she would be reneging on her agreement.

She'd hoped, a forlorn one that he might not give her a bare bottom spanking, but the feel of her pantyhose being pulled down sent that hope to where so many others had gone. All that was left were her panties, and she wished she'd worn a different pair, instead of these plain white ones. What difference that would have made she had no idea, just that she would have liked for him to have seen a more flattering pair of panties. His thumbs returned, and she felt them work their way under the waistband.

He did it slowly, obviously giving her the chance to change her mind, or more because he was enjoying it, she thought. The waistband slid over her smooth round bottom and down to mid-thigh, and she sucked in her breath, moaning softly. This was the first time a man, other than her father had ever seen her this way, and it frightened her. She began to pant, making small inarticulate sounds in her throat. On the verge of panic, she clenched her fists, feeling slightly ashamed of herself for letting him do this to her. But he wasn't, she was doing this to herself a small voice reminded her.

"Spread your legs as far as you can, Cindy." His voice soft and coaxing.

"Oh god no... pleases."

"Open your legs, Cindy." Slightly stronger this time.

She did, opening her legs as far as her panties would allow, another small sob escaping. She felt his hand slide smoothly over her exposed bottom and shivered, knowing what he was looking at, her pussy, and blushing bright red. At last he moved to the side, placing one hand in the small of her back. Cindy gritted her teeth in anticipation, glancing sideways to see him raise the paddle.

WHACK! It landed with a resounding, stinging smack across both cheeks of her bottom, making her jump.

"Oh god! That hurts!" She moaned, pushing herself up slightly. The firm hand held her down as the paddle landed again.

WHACK! WHACK!

"Oh god... no more... please!" She begged.

"Do you believe that three whacks is sufficient punishment for the damage you did, Cindy?" For a moment she couldn't say a word as the pain dissipated, and then she shook her head. She knew the answer, it wasn't.

"No, sir, it isn't." Why she said it she didn't know, only that it was the correct response.

"Good, then we shall continue until it is."

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Cindy stifled a scream, sobbing in pain.

"Please." She begged.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

She let out a wail of pain, tears running down her face. She desperately wanted to grab her bottom, the fiery pain radiating down her legs and into her stomach, her pussy feeling as if it were on fire. Five more times the paddle landed, and now she screamed, the bright stinking pain sending spikes of lighting shooting through her body.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Cindy stifled another scream. Her Dad had never spanked her this hard, but then again she'd never damaged a thousand dollar book before.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She was passed screaming now, and simply lay over the back of the chair and accepted her punishment.

"Stand up, Cindy, and put your hands on top of your head."

"What? No..."

WHACK! The paddle landed on her upper thigh this time.

"Ohhhhh."

"Put your hands on the top of your head, Cindy." With that painful reminder, she did, standing there, sobbing, while tears ran down her face, hopping from foot to foot and she lifted her leg to try and relieve the throbbing pain in her bottom.

"Good, now go stand in the corner."

Saying that, he gently pushed her to an empty corner of his office, and she stood there with her forehead against the cool wall, and cried. With her Mom or Dad, she'd been spanked hard, but quick, with or without panties, and left to cry in her room by herself. She'd often got the 'Solacane' and sprayed to on her bottom to help kill the pain. Now she had to stand there with no relief whatsoever. She heard the slight squeak as he sat in his chair, knowing he was looked at her bare bottom.

Humiliation swept over her, and she cried even more. It never occurred to her to just disobey and pull up her panties and leave. She felt like she was ten years old again, spanked for some misdemeanor or other by her parents. She could no more disobey Richard Masters, than she could them. Gradually the sobbing stopped, and the tears dried up, except for an occasional hic-up of one as the burning sting gradually subsided.

"Come and sit down, Cindy... No, don't pull your panties up."  He'd anticipated what she'd do, before she'd even started to do it. Obediently she came over and carefully sat, wincing as her hot bottom touched the cold hard seat. "Now then, I'm sure your mother told you, or maybe not, but pantyhose are defiantly out, for many reason. Mainly I hate them. So as of tomorrow you will start wearing stocking and a garter belt." Cindy just sniffed, taking the handkerchief he offered and blowing her nose. 

"You can get what you need at the store next door."

"Yes, sir. She murmured softly.

"I'll arrange it with the owner, who is a personal friend of mind." He paused a moment. "I would also suggest that you purchase some different panties, as those you are wearing are fit only for grandmothers, or dead people." That made Cindy blush bright red, and she nodded in agreement. "You may want to go to the rest room to tidy up, before we go to lunch."

"Yes, sir." Standing, she blushingly pulled up her panties and pantyhose, and then dropped the hem of her skirt before turning and going to the rest room.

She couldn't help pulling one side of her panties down and looking at her bright red bottom. He'd really spanked her hard, but then again, she deserved it. She'd been careless where the book was concerned, and any other place, they would have fired her on the spot. It occurred to her then, that if she screwed up in future, she could expect this, or worse. She looked at herself in the mirror, seeing surprise written all over her face. What if she really screwed up, how would he punish her then? She gulped, realizing she'd opened the door to something by accepting this punishment. She giggled softly, despite the pain in her bottom, images from the book flashing through her mind.

"Oh my!" She muttered. Next time she'd find out what the punishment was, before she accepted... or maybe not. She shivered, feeling herself get wet. Was there any limit to what he could ask?

"Ready, Cindy?" Richard asked from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Coming, sir." That was an understatement.

END of PART ONE



Cindy Ch. 02



Cindy part 2, Caught In The Act.

I had gotten home late and was quietly walking past mum and dads bedroom door when I heard voices. I didn't think they would be up this so I got a little bit closer. Their door was partly open, so I got even more closer and peeked in.

"Oh get off if your not going to perform tonite" mum said pushing dad out between her legs and off her.

Mum lay on her back 

With the street lights from the street shining through the windows, I could see mum's beautiful naked body, all bathed in a yellowish glow. I could see her breasts heeving as those rose and fell on her chest, her feet hard up against her ass cheeks and her legs parted wide.

My mum has nice firm breasts, beautiful perky nipples that are always hard as rock and a number ten body.

I started to get a hardon as I watched mum slip her hand between her thighs and slip two fingers into her pussy. I could her pussy lips stretch as mum slipped another finger into her hot moist cunt.

"I could cum better with my fingers then with your cock, you don't know how to even a fuck a woman, let alone her pussy, god your useless" mum said whacking dad's arm away from her when he tried to put his hand on her breasts.

"Piss off, I can do this by myself, play with yourself if you to cum, if you can't satisfy me I'd hate to see what you're like with that blonde bimbo of yours" mum said pushing dad away from her when dad tried to slip his hand in between mum's legs.

Dad tried a couple more times to slip his hand between mum's legs and help her massage her pussy. In the end gave up and turned over and pulled the blanket over himself.

I, like my sister Claire didnt think dad was much of a man, he wouldn't stand up for himself and let everyone put him down. I had this burning desire inside me to walk in there and slap mum across the mouth and order dad to be a man and finish mum off by pounding her pussy till she screamed. The only reason I didn't was because mum was nearing the point of no return and this was the first time I had seen a woman pleasure yourself.

"Ooooohhhhh, god that feels good, with three fingers in my cunt, it feel like I have this big cock inside me, pounding my pussy and making me cum" mum moaned as she pumped her fingers in and out of her hot pussy

I pulled my cock out of my boxer shorts and jerked off slowly as I watched mum grind her pussy on her hand as she finger fuck herself as she pulled and twisted her stiff nipples, crying out as her orgasm got closer and closer. I could hear her fingers slurping in and out of her pussy as she pushed them deeper into her very hot pussy, I could even smell the muskiness of her juices as she began to buck and moan, lifting her feet off the bed and slamming them back down again.

"Oooooooooohhhhhhh gggggoooooddddddddd, IIIIIIIIIIIIII''''mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ggggggooooiiiiinnnngggg ttttttttooooooo ccccuuummmm" mum wailed, lifting her ass off the bed as she drove her fingers in and out of that succulent hot pussy of hers.

I even start to fantasize about me being on top of mum and have her bucking and thrushing on the bed and begging me to fuck her harder as I pounded her pussy with my oversized 10 inch cock, I know for sure she wouldnt complain afterwards about it.

"I'm cuming, I'm cuming, oh yes, oh yes" mum quietly moaned driving her fingers back into her pussy and leaving them there as she shock and trembled.

I thought dad would of been interested in watching mum as she finger fucked herself but instead all I heard was him lightly snoring as mum squeezed and massaged her breasts as she slowly pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy.

"Useless prick, someday I'm going to leave you for a hunk with a cock bigger than yours" mum whispered to herself as she lay there on the bed.

I nearly did cum in my hand when I saw her pull her fingers out of her pussy and then lick and suck on each one, sucking on her own juices.

"Maybe I'll turn lesbian and then what would you do" mum said to her self.

I wanted to stay and watch mum some more but I heard Claire stumbled out of her room and walk along the passageway toward me, heading towards the toilet. She was wearing her usual panties and her favorite T-shirt with fuck me gently written on the front, which went halfway down to her stomach. I backed slowly and quietly back into my room as Claire turned the toilet light on and closed the door slightly behind her. I didn't want to be caught by her for snooking on mum and dad when they were having sex, she wouldn't let me live it down for the rest of my life.

Anyway I stayed near my door and watched Claire come out of the toilet, she had the front of her white cotton panties open. I could see her running her fingers through her curly brown pubic hairs, I could even see the split of her vaginal lips before she released her panties and turned off the light. I was so horny I started to wonder what she was like in bed and if she had ever been fucked by a man yet, would she cry out and thrash around on the bed when she came like mum did just a moment ago or would she just ly there and let the guy fuck her. I took a closer look at Claire's ass as it wobbled as she walked back to her room, god her ass looked good, nice and firm and well rounded.

Another thought came to my mind and made me smile as I thought about what it would be like to fuck that nice little arse of hers, I bet she would scream and beg me to stop but she would have no chance of me doing that if I started.

"Bloody hell man she's your sister, of course she'll scream, scream rape more like it not fuck me, fuck me hard" I thought to myself as the house grew deathly quiet again.

I peeked through mum and dads door again to see if mum was still finger fucking herself but she had fallen asleep, I could hear her lightly snoring, she didnt even bother to cover herself.

I knew that mum and dad were heavy sleepers so I slowly entered the room and stood next the bed and looked down at the naked body of my mother. Sweat slowly dribbled from breasts to her belly button and from her thighs, her nipples were still hard and her pussy lips were absolutely wet. I took the biggest chance out and ran my fingers over mums breasts, touching her stiff nipples.

"Mmmmmm" mum moaned, stretching her arms over her head and stretching her legs wide open before going back to lightly snoring again.

I stopped and waited before I ran my finger tips over her swollen pussy lips, feeling her swollen moist clit.

"Oh mum, only if you were awake, I'd make you suck on my cock and swallow my cum while I finger fucked your pussy for you" I whispered, slipping one of my fingers in between her pussy lips until it was deep inside her cunt.

The walls of her pussy instantly tightened around my finger as I began to slowly finger fuck her. The heat was incredible, mum was very wet and by the moaning she was doing in her sleep, still very horny. Mum moaned and lifted her pussy up as I drove my finger deep into her pussy.

Mum's breasts heaved up and down as I continued to finger fuck her soaked pussy, her moans coming more frequent now.

"Any second now and then get the hell out of here" I thought to myself as I gently massaged her clit with my thumb.

Right on que, mum let out a loud mournful sign as she slowly tossed her head from side to side as I felt her juices explode inside her pussy.

I slowly pulled my fingers from her pussy and walked out slowly, closing the door to mum and dads room and went back to my own, only stopping when I thought I heard Claires door close. I laid on my bed and rubbed my hands together, congradulating myslef on something I thought I would never be able to pull off, now all I had to do was have my cock inside her pussy and hopefully in her ass as well. I needed an opportunity like I had tonite to pull that off, dad must be to tired to fuck mum for that plan to work.

I lay in bed thinking about how to bring my plan into action when I heard mum and dads bedroom open and then close quietly. I got out of bed and quietly walked to my door and peered out to see what the noise was. I heard whispering coming from Claires room so I quietly walked to her door and listened.

"What are you doing here dad"

"Ryan made me horny"

"How did he do that"

"He finger fucked mum"

"What..... the dirty bastard.....that's incest, a son fucking his mother" Claire said with a giggle.

"Take off your panties so I can have some incest with my daughter"

"Shhhhhhhhh dad, someone might here you"

"Dont worry, I waited till everyone was asleep"

"You took your time, hearing mum finger fucking herself made me bloody horny"

"Shit up and suck my cock my little whore"

"Yes daddy"

I looked into Claires room though the crack in her door to see if I could see anything. She had her dim night light on and there sitting on the chair next to the bed was dad with my sister Claire who was kneeling between his legs, bobbing her head up and down on top of his cock.

I never knew Claire knew how to give blow jobs or even that she was sleeping with dad. I wondered how long this was going on, as usual I was the last to know.

"There nice and hard" Claire said getting up to sit on her bed.

I had a perfect veiw of Claire's pussy, her pubic hair was well trimmed and she had shaved around her pussy lips. Next she pulled of her shirt and and leaned back onto her bed, parting her legs as wide as she could, enticing dad off the chair by slipping two fingers into her pussy to slowly finger fuck her pussy.

"Good girl, now my turn" Dad said crawling in between Claires legs to replace Claires fingers with his small cock.

I watched dad slide his cock into Claire's pussy and begin to fuck her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust her hips into him as he pumped his cock in and out of her pussy.

"Make......it.....quick......because.....I've.......been......fingering......myself......for.....ages.......ooooohhhhhh.......fuck.....I'm.....cumming......daddy.....daddy....I'm......cumming" Claire moaned wrapping her arms around dads kneck and ramming her pussy hard onto dad's cock and held it there.

"Cum for daddy sweet heart, cum for me" dad said as he pulled Claire's legs up to his shoulders and pounded his cock into her pussy.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh dddddddddaaaaaaaaadddddddddddddddddddyyyyyyyyyyyy.....fuck me, fuck me hard" Claire moaned grabbing the sides of her bed as she watched dad's cock slide in and out of her pussy.

"Aaaaarrrrggggghhhh daddy's cumming honey, daddy's cumming" dad moaned pulling his cock out of Claires pussy.

Claire sat up and sucked on dad's cock, sucking hard as dad blew his load of cum into her mouth, swallowing all of it.

"Ah that's my girl, oh yes thank you my love" dad said placing his hands on his hips as Claire bobbed her head up and down on dad's cock, massaging his balls and squeezing them gently to drain him of his cum and swallowing it all down.

I went back to my room and lay on my bed, horny as hell and also wondering how I was going to use this new information against my smart assed, stuck up sister and if I worked this right, I might get to fuck mum and Claire at the sametime.

Before I fell asleep, I heard dad sneak back into his room.



Cindy Ch. 02



As they ate lunch, Cindy expected the subject of her punishment to come up, but it never did, as much as she wanted it to, and later that afternoon she entered the little millinery-lingerie shop next door. They indeed had a wide selection of garter belts and thigh high stocking, and guided by an elegant lady named Andréa, she took three garter belts of different styles and five pairs of jet-black, lace topped stocking. The lady even helped her pick out several pairs of wonderfully soft panties. One thing she knew she needed right now were panty liners.

"These should fit you perfectly. Almost as good as the tailor made."

"You mean ladies have panties tailor made for them?" Cindy asked in astonishment.

"Why yes, of course, men also, we carter to both sexes."

"Come again?" The lady smiled seeing the expression on her face.

"Both men and woman wear panties nowadays, but mostly the men's aren't so frilly or lacy, mainly. It's the material." Cindy still didn't get it, as the lady could see. "Have you ever looked at what men have to wear? Mostly plain cotton and a few nylon underpants is all that's on the market for them."

"Yes, I noticed that."

"So why can't men buy underwear in the same materials as their female counterparts?"

"I don't know. Because men don't buy them?"

"Nonsense. They just don't have a choice, that's all. Here they do."

"Wow."

"By the way, not to be impolite, but do you shave?"

"Shave?" Cindy blinked. Her Dad shaved every morning. "No, I guess not."

"Thought so," the woman walked over to the counter and returned with a small can, "instead of shaving, use this, no nasty stubble." She held it out. "Its sprays on as you can see. Keep it on for five to ten minutes then use a soft wash clothes to remove the residue. It works for under arms and legs as well."

"Thank you, I will." At a loss to really know what the woman meant, Cindy put the can in her shopping bag along with the other items, and after a short while she was on her way home.

The 'beast' did its thing again, constantly threatening to just die at every stop light, but it got her home. After a small dinner and a short chat with her folks, Cindy made it up to her room so she could try on her new things. Some cream soothed the last of the pinkness on her bottom, but she was careful not to get any on her new panties. The lady was right; they fitted like a glove and felt so much better than the ones she normally wore. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring the way they looked, turning this way and that, when it dawned on her what the lady in the shop was talking about. She didn't mean shave, like her Dad, but shave her muff. Cindy gulped. Did girls really do that?"

She'd heard of them getting waxed to remove unsightly hair for bikinis, but the whole thing? The lady wasn't kidding when she said it, so? Cindy looked at herself again, her nose wrinkling in a mouse of disapproval. Stripping, she headed for the bathroom, feeling naughty as she sprayed the contents of the can all over her muff and between her legs. She tried to imagine someone actually shaving this with a razor.

"Damn! They must use a mirror." She muttered, looking at her legs, and with a shrug she sprayed them as well, then her under arms.

Humming to herself, she plucked her eyebrows while she waited, poking her tongue out at herself in the mirror, feeling happier than she had in a long time. She didn't have to think about it long to discover the reason, but why getting spanked like a naughty little girl should make her feel so happy, she didn't know; only it did.

Twenty minutes later she exited the shower feeling slightly embarrassed. One look was enough to make her blush. For the first time in a long while she could see the pink lips of her pussy, and an exploring finger told her she was completely smooth and clean, with not a trace of hair anywhere. She tried the new panties on again, immediately feeling the difference. They fitted perfectly now, if more revealing than before. The wickedly thin material molded itself to her body, and caressed her pussy, the lips clearly defined and leaving no doubt about her lack of a muff. It was the rest of her body that made her pout, feeling the puppy fat around her middle. She wished she had the beautiful thin waist of the woman in the shop, and her wonderful cleavage. With a sigh, she tried on a garter belt and stockings, understanding the difference immediately. She felt free and un-constricted, unlike the pantyhose. They were also much easier to put on, instead of the usual contortions she usually had to go through to put them on. As much as she tried to resist, she could help but continue reading the story of 'O', beginning to understand why a young woman would permit herself to be punished as 'O' had. In this day and age, what Richard Masters had done to her was a definite no-no, and grounds for all sorts of law suits, and yet, she'd accepted her punishment without any real protest. What if next time... if there was a next time, he wanted to... At that point Cindy climaxed in a shattering organism like she'd never felt before, just thinking about what he might do to her next. Snuggling down under the covers after, feeling warm and safe, she drifted off to sleep of a cloud of erotic images.

The next morning she arrived at work on time for once, smiling, and shivering slightly as Richard came down and unlocked the front door, wondering if he'd thought about the way he punished her the day before.

"How are you this morning, Cindy?" She would have liked to read a double meaning into his words, but thought she'd better not.

"Wonderful, sir."

"Good. Did you have breakfast yet?"

"No, sir, I haven't."

"Then you should. I just finished my morning run and exercise, so maybe we can have breakfast together.

"Umm that would be nice, sir. I wish I could remember to exercise every morning."

"You don't?"

"No," she looked down at the floor, "I keep forgetting."

"Then you should in over at six, and we can run together. How's that?"

"I'd like that, sir, thank you." No that she liked running, but the thought of being closet to him made her agree.

The next morning she arrived a six, despite the 'beast' best efforts to make her late and soon fell gradually into a comfortable routine. She would arrive at six, and they'd run. At first she couldn't do more than a quarter of a mile before exhaustion set in, but Richard didn't say anything. Gradually she ran further each day until she was up to a mile without collapsing at the end. Back at the shop, she used the upstairs bathroom to shower and change before going to breakfast with him. On a few occasions she came out of the bathroom as he was dressing, seeing his hard well formed body before he put his shirt on. Never once did he make overtures towards she, seeming content in a strictly employer, employee relationship. They talked about books and he taught her how to distinguish a real rare book from a fake. Cindy was thankful for the large supply of panty liners she kept handy as many time he'd have to stand close as he explained something, or leaned over as she was working to examine something she wanted an explanation for. In many ways it was frustrating and Cindy had given up any self-pretence that she didn't want him to take her. 

Forgers mostly couldn't spend the time and effort it took to create a true fake, and those that did were for the uninitiated. Any book expert worth his salt could spot one in a second. Manuscripts were harder, as they usually consisted of only one or two sheets of parchment. Some forgeries were so good, that even experts were fooled. Her days were filled with cataloging new shipment that Richard purchased at estate sales and the like, and tending a constant stream of customers. The times he was away were the most frustrating, as she had to run by herself, eat by herself, open and close the shop and mope at her desk until he came back. 

At some point Cindy knew things had to come to a head. After that first bare bottom spanking he hadn't found a reason to repeat the punishment, and Cindy realized that it was her fault. Whether out of shyness, fear or expectation she hadn't screwed up sufficiently for Master Richards to punish her, even when she tried. One evening, while re-reading the 'Story of O' it dawned on her that he was waiting for her to make the next move. Whatever happened next had to be consensual on her part. She had to want whatever it was he might and could do to her, and if the book she was reading was any guide at all, that was a lot. So the question she had to ask herself, and answer was, did she want to go down that road? 

The question haunted her, even though she already knew the answer. She lost sleep, couldn't eat properly and started getting snippy with some of the telephone customers. Then she was late for their morning run, much to Richards's displeasure. He didn't say anything for a while, putting her mood down to the usual female monthly cycle, but as it continued, he voiced his displeasure, to no effect. Without even knowing it, she was pushing him, wanting him to take the decision away from her, giving her no option but to submit or run away. The last thing she wanted was to run away. In the end Richard Masters was left with no recourse. Early the next morning he tapped the intercom.

"Cindy, can you come into my office, please."

"Yes sir. I'll be there in a minute." Feeling slightly irritable she entered his office and sat in the uncomfortable wooden chair.

"Cindy, I'm displeased with your performance lately." Cindy sat up straighter, hearing the edge to his voice. 'Here it comes' a voice in her head whispered.

"Oh... I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well."

"Anything that you might need to see a doctor about?" He was giving her an out, but she didn't take it, expecting, with some trepidation, what was coming.

"No... sir. Nothing that I need to go see a doctor about."

"Then I can only say that I'm disappointed in your performance, Cindy."

"Yes, sir." The tone of his voice left no doubt about how disappointed he was.

"On several occasion you were late for our morning run, not that it's a mandatory or part of your employment agreement. None the less, you agreed to certain conditions, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir." She wished she could stop staying that, it sounded so childish, but she couldn't, or dare call him Richard, and using his last name sounded so formal.

"It has also come to my attention, that you have been less than civil to some of my customers, is that right?" Cindy swallowed.

"Yes, sir." Was her reluctant confession.

"And, your work performance is poor, and not what I expect from you." Now she felt miserable, and didn't really have any excuse. He was right, and she held her breath.

"Therefore, I feel that some form of disciplinary action is required, don't you?" She could say no, and probably end it right here, but she didn't.

"Yes, sir. I agree." She almost whispered.

"It would appear that the last lesson wasn't sufficiently direct to bring the point home."

"Oh, it was, sir, honest." Suddenly dreading what he was about to do.

"I see," he paused a moment, contemplating his next thought, a perfectly manicured forefinger running back and forth along his lower lip, "then I can only surmise that additional disciplinary action is required." Cindy could only nod; as her throat was so dry she couldn't speak.

"Very well then, go and lock the front door, and put the 'out to lunch' sign up. Then come back here." Now his voice stern, leaving little doubt in her mind what she could expect.

Quickly she stood, hurrying to lock the front door and turn the sign around. As she did, it occurred to her that she could leave. She could open the door and walk out, closing it behind her and walk away. Whatever happened when she went back would be on her head, as by doing so, she'd given him tact permission to do whatever he had in mind as her punishment. She sighed softly, her original thought about asking what the punishment was before hand forgotten. She looked at her hand holding onto the door handle, surprised to find how easy it was to let go, turn, and walk back to his office. As she approached, he met her at the door, nodding and smiling slightly.

"Follow me."

He walked towards the back of the shop and stopped before the door leading down to the basement. Opening it with a large old fashion key and motioning her to enter. She did, finding herself on a landing at the top of the stairs leading down. He entered after her and locked the door behind him, then nodded for her to precede him down the stairs. Now her heart was in her throat, unspecified threats and punishment tumbling through her mind. Letting out a soft shuddering breath she descended the stairs, her palms, and inner thighs damp with nervous tension.

The soft, indirect lighting gave the basement a comfortable feel, and this was no bare basement. The walls and ceiling were paneled in cedar, its woody perfume adding to the feeling of homeliness, while the floor was covered wall to wall in thick soft tan carpeting.

It cushioned her footfalls as she walked to the center of the forty-foot-by-forty-foot room. A couch and easy chair sat at one end, with a large, oddly padded coffee table with bright metal rings at each corner. Looking behind her, she saw a wide screen TV and entertainment unit against the wall, opposite to the couch and easy chairs. She heard his slow measured footsteps coming down the stairs, knowing he was watching her, anticipating what was to come. He was also giving her time to survey the contents of the room, and a few of the item made her shiver involuntarily.

Across the ceiling the main crossbeams of the foundation were exposed, but finished and stained a light oak. Here and there steel eyebolts protruded, but what purpose they served, Cindy could only guess at. A square, drape covered object dominated the center of the room, but Richard led her over to the couch.

"Take off your blouse and skirt, Cindy." His voice stern and commanding.

END OF PART TWO



Cindy Ch. 02



Although I was officially retired I accepted a contract to design and oversee the construction of a home for a wealthy fashion designer. He had seen my work and just absolutely had to have me and he made me an offer I couldn't refuse. It meant spending almost four months in Milan and since I had never been to Italy, I accepted. My wife joined me for the last month and although we were travelling back together she would go on to Edmonton to help her mother make the transition from the family home to a nursing home and was expected to be there for at least a month.

I pumped my cock into Cindy's mouth with increasing speed as I neared ejaculation. The first spurt hit the back of her throat following quickly by several more that sprayed all over her face. The bedroom door opened suddenly and there stood my wife and her mother. I jolted awake and looked out the window at the fluffy white carpet of clouds beneath the aircraft. I don't usually remember my dreams but my heart still raced with a mixture of sexual excitement and shock. 

'You scared me,' my wife said, 'were you having a bad dream?'

'No...no,' I replied, 'it was okay until the very end.'

'We'll be touching down in just under an hour so there will be no problem with catching my connecting flight to Edmonton.'

'Good! There's nothing worse than hanging around in an airport for hours.'

After landing I took one of my wife's suitcases and saw that everything was okay for her connection then we parted and I called the limo service to pick me up. I called Cindy from the back of the limo and she was excited that I was home again. I said I would see her in a couple of hours and by the time I put the cell back into my pocket my erection throbbed in my pants. I hadn't had a chance to take up Phil's offer of inviting Marcus and several of his friends to join Laurie and Cindy for group sex before I left but it had occupied a lot of my thoughts these past four months. 

I emptied the suitcases then called Phil. It was Monday and we agreed that I would come over on my regular Friday night. He would have more information on the gangbang then. I was just about to hang up when he said, 'Oh, by the way, I'm building something in the workshop that I think you will find interesting, it should be ready by Friday.'

'What is it?' I asked.

'You'll see on Friday, it will be a nice surprise,' Phil replied. 

I hung up wondering what he was up to then showered and drove over to Cindy's with a tremendous hard-on. Within ten seconds of Cindy closing her front door we were tearing at one another's clothes frantically. 

'I've thought about fucking you and having your tits all over me ever since I've been away. I have four months of cum for you and I plan on pounding your pussy without mercy.'

'Ooh, you make me so horny,' she said and gave my cock a few hard jerks.

I freed her gigantic tits that I had missed so much and mauled them roughly, I pinched the already hard nipples the licked and bit them and traced my tongue around her large, dark aureoles. She jerked my cock frantically and as we kissed I rubbed her clit and finger-fucked her sopping wet, hot cunt.

I knelt in front of her and she rubbed her gigantic tits over my head and face while I rammed fingers into her hot, wet box and rubbed her very erect clit. 

'Fuck me, fuck me now,' she moaned and I pushed her down on the couch and she spread her legs and played with her tits in a lewd display of sexual arousal. I sank into her pink warmth and pounded her relentlessly until I erupted with a huge load that spilled from her pussy and on to the leather couch.

'I needed that bad, your cock feels so good inside me,' Cindy panted as I stood up.

'You'll get more really soon, now lick my dick clean,' I said.

She leaned forward and did a thorough job on my cock and balls. When she had finished she sat on my lap and, while I played with her lovely tits and fondled her cum-filled pussy, I told her about my trip. We stayed naked all afternoon and evening and enjoyed each over and over until I shot a second load of semen deep into her as we fucked doggy-style around midnight. After the flight home and several hours of sexual activity I was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep with my cock between Cindy's legs and an arm around her with my hand on her tits. 

I awoke with the delicious feeling of Cindy's lips on my dick. She crawled up my body with a big smile on her face and directed my erection into her wet pussy. Her tits smothered my face as she moved slowly up and down at an angle that stimulated her clit with every motion. She climaxed and I felt the hot rush all over my dick. I rolled her onto her back and knelt between her legs. I spread them wide and looked down at her neat mound of pubic hair, clitoris, swollen labia and the wet, pink hole in between that seemed to beg for my fingers, my tongue, my cock and other cocks, big, black dicks fucking her one after the other. I gazed at her huge tits with large, dark aureoles and bullet-like nipples and imagined black hands mauling and squeezing them, black cocks pumping between them and spewing their hot loads all over them. I dove down to her open twat and feasted on it furiously. Cindy held my head tight to her pussy and her legs opened wide as she shuddered through another orgasm.

We showered together and revelled in the very erotic nature of fondling our soapy bodies then I bent her over and fucked her savagely as I stared at my cock ramming into her and thought of several black dicks doing the same and ejaculated once more inside her. 

I spent the rest of Tuesday and all day Wednesday at Cindy's. I stayed naked for hours and Cindy teased me dressed in several erotic outfits that she knew turned me on. After breakfast on Thursday I left for home and said I would see her on Sunday morning.

Laurie was super horny on Friday and afterwards, while she showered, Phil told me that the gangbang was on for the following Friday if Cindy and I could make it. Marcus could bring five friends and had promised the gals would be well and truly fucked. Phil had not told Laurie and I planned on not telling Cindy, it would be a surprise for both of them. We plotted to send Laurie and Cindy out together to buy new erotic outfits. The men would arrive while they were out and settle in the family room. When the gals came back we would insist they change into their new outfits and display them for us in the family room. Phil would have his video camera and SLR ready and we would record what followed. Cindy had told me in detail of fantasies she had of a gangbang with black men and I intended to make sure they came true for her.

'Remember you told me that Cindy said she fantasized about being teased sexually to the point that she begged to be fucked?' I nodded and Phil continued, 'Well, I have made something that may do the job, let's go to the workshop and I'll show you.'

We went to the back of the garden and into his workshop. Phil pulled a blanket off something in a corner and I was staring at what looked like a sawhorse on wheels. It sloped up from front to back and was heavily padded. Straps with buckles dangled from the sides and Phil smiled when he saw the puzzlement on my face.

'Let me explain,' he said, 'Cindy straddles this and we strap her arms and legs down. The angle and contour of it forces her ass in the air, spreads her legs wide and should cause her pussy and ass to be deliciously exposed and ready to accept tongue, cock, dildo. . .whatever. Marcus and the boys will fuck Laurie and Cindy; we will watch and take photos. From time to time 2 or 3 of the men will approach Cindy and she'll think she is about to get a cock in her mouth or pussy but they will only tease her with their cocks. It'll drive her crazy and watching Laurie with all those black dicks I'll bet she be begging in no time but we'll let her wait and suffer a while before we send the boys over to fuck her.'

'You have an evil mind, my friend, I like it,' I responded with a laugh. I spent Sunday with Cindy and asked her about going to Phil and Laurie's on Friday. She was excited to be asked again and I told her we would be going for lunch and spending the rest of the afternoon and evening there.

'You naughty boy,' she said with a smile, 'fucking all afternoon and evening?'

'Maybe we will, maybe we wont,' I replied mischievously.

'What do you mean?'

'Well, after lunch we will probably indulge in a little sex but Phil and I want you and Laurie to go and buy new outfits for the evening.'

'Umm, sounds sexy, do you have anything in mind?'

'Yeah, something really slutty, something you'd like to be wearing if you were meeting several black guys.'

'I can do slutty but it's hard to find anything to cover my tits so it may just be a nice blouse but I will find something slutty for the rest of body and be thinking about those black cocks fucking me in it.'

'You make me horny whatever you're wearing...or not wearing,' I said and stood behind her with a wicked smile on my face, my hard cock pushing against her ass and my hands mauling her tits.

'Oh, fuck me from behind,' she moaned as she unbuttoned her top and freed her giant tits. I pulled down her jeans and she kicked them away. I walked her over to a chair, bent her over it and pulled her tiny thong to one side. I spread her legs and looked at her huge, pendulous breasts hanging over the back of the chair and resting on the seat. I caressed her ass, fondled her wet pussy and tweaked her sensitive clit.

'Spank me before you fuck me, I've been a naughty girl,' she said and looked back at me with a finger in the corner of her mouth.

'Well, in that case you certainly deserve to be spanked before you're fucked. Now spread those legs and stick your ass out,' I ordered.

She did as she was told and I gave her six of the best on each cheek with a generous amount of pussy-mauling between each smack. I held her hips and drove my cock all the way in and fucked her hard until unleashing my seed deep inside her lovely hot and very wet cunt.

We went out for Sunday dinner then went to the movies. Many men ogled Cindy and I asked her how it felt that almost every man that saw her wanted to see her massive tits, feel them, stick their cocks in between them and fuck her. She replied that it didn't bother her anymore; it turned her on in fact to know that they all wanted her. As we watched the movie her hand rubbed my cock and I slipped a hand under her short skirt and caressed her inner thigh above her stocking tops. There were several empty seats on either side of us but a young man at the end of the row kept looking down at Cindy. He had his cock out and was masturbating as he eyed Cindy's tits. I whispered in Cindy's ear and she glanced down at him. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and took her tits out and caressed them. The guy at the end couldn't take his eyes off her and he jerked furiously. Suddenly he grunted and sighed then adjusted his clothing and quickly left. Cindy re-buttoned her blouse and sat watching the movie with a slight smile on her face.

'You are naughty, I think you need another spanking,' I said.

'That'll teach him to stare at my tits, besides I've always found sexual activity in theatres to be very horny. I guess it was all my boyfriends groping me in the back row when I was in high school,' Cindy replied with a self-satisfied air. She then took my hand and guided it between her legs. 'Feel how wet it made me,' she whispered and I rubbed her soaked panties. I gave me an idea...an idea about a place I hadn't thought of in years.

I stayed over on Sunday night and left Monday morning saying I would pick her up at 11:30 on Friday morning. I checked that the place I thought of in the theatre was still in operation and was pleased to discover that it was. I would take Cindy there before my wife got back from Edmonton. I was busy with one thing and another for the rest of the week and Friday came quickly.

I picked up Cindy as arranged and she looked great in tight jeans and an oversize t-shirt. She had a lovely ass and the jeans displayed it very well. A bra contained her mammoth breasts but they were still obvious in their enormity for all to see. 

Phil and Laurie welcomed us in and we enjoyed a delicious lunch on the patio in the back yard. Phil took a few pictures of us around the table and when Laurie got my cock out things started to get interesting. Phil photographed her jerking my dick then sucking it and then she encouraged Cindy to join in. Both gals worked on my dick as Phil clicked away. 

'Get your tits out, Cindy, wrap them over his cock," Laurie said and Cindy pulled off her t-shirt and unhooked her bra. Her huge tits fell out and she knelt in front of me and smothered my erection. Laurie kneaded them then began mouthing the nipples. Cindy stroked Laurie's head as her mouth and tongue roved all over the giant mounds of flesh. In no time the gals were kissing and Cindy was undoing Laurie's top. Next to Cindy, Laurie's tits appeared small even though they are considerably more than a handful. I stripped off and came up behind Laurie who was bending over the seated Cindy and remove her jeans. I pulled her thong tight until it disappeared between her labia and pushed it into her pussy. Phil had gathered the cushions from the chaise lounges and placed them on the patio. 

'It will be more comfortable here,' he said as he picked up his camera.

I removed Laurie's thong and she lay on the cushions. Cindy stood and I helped her out of her remaining clothes. I fondled her tits and ass as we looked down at Laurie who had spread her legs and was playing with herself. Cindy reached for my cock and I slid fingers between her ass cheeks and into her pussy. She was really turned on by Laurie's attentions. Phil moved about taking photos and I said to Cindy, 'Get on top of her.'

She spread herself over Laurie and, as Phil photographed, I watched the gals eating one another. I parted Cindy's labia and followed Laurie's tongue as it darted in and out the wet, pink hole then onto the clit. It looked inviting and I knelt down and entered Cindy. Laurie licked my balls as I pumped in and out and after a few minutes I asked them to change places. With Laurie now on top, I pumped her pussy as Cindy mouthed my nuts. Phil glanced at his watch and announced, 'Hey, it's time the gals were off shopping.'

Reluctantly, I pulled out and the ladies went to get ready for their shopping excursion. After they had gone Phil and I went to the workshop and carried the contraption he had built with Cindy in mind back to the family room. 

'Marcus and the rest will be here about six and I expect the gals won't be back before 6:30,' Phil said. 'I told Laurie that she and Cindy should grab a bite to eat while they are out. We can go down to the pub at the plaza up the street and grab a beer and a meal.'

We arrived back at the house at 6:15 and Marcus and his five friends pulled into the driveway just as we approached the front door. 'Good timing!' Phil exclaimed as hands were shook all around, 'but Marcus, park your car down the street so the gals don't suspect anything.'

We gathered in the family room and Phil explained 'Cindy's horse' as we now called it and what he wanted them to do. He put on a video depicting several of our Friday night sessions and the men were soon rubbing the bulges in their crotches. They were amazed by the size and pendulous nature of Cindy's mammoth tits and Laurie's obvious desire and joy to be fucked. They were two very horny and erotic mature women that any man would want to fuck and I realized what a lucky guy I was to be screwing both of them. The men stripped off and sat about the furniture stroking their huge erections. We heard Laurie and Cindy come through the front door, Phil turned the sound off on the TV and he and I went upstairs. The gals were loaded down with shopping bags and were excited to model what they had purchased. It was agreed that they would shower, put on slutty make-up and their new outfits and meet us in the family room. My cock was already hard thinking about what awaited them there. Phil and I went back to the family room and got the got some drinks and turned the sound up on the TV.

It was a good forty-five minutes before we heard the gals coming down the stairs and when they entered the family room they both stopped suddenly, surprised at what they saw. Once they had taken in the huge cocks the men were stroking they smiled. Laurie turned to Phil and said, 'You devil, but it is a wonderful surprise.'

Cindy could only stare at the men and gasp, 'Oh my, look at how big they are!' She must have thought her desire to be fucked by big, black cocks was merely a couple of minutes away, how wrong she was.

Laurie looked so sexy in a one piece, lacy, red outfit; it was a dress that barely covered her ass and had garters and stockings attached. Her tits strained at the flimsy material and her erect nipples were clearly visible. Her red stilettos had very high heels and accentuated her shapely legs and lovely ass. My cock was rock hard at the sight of her and the thought that soon she would fucked by hard, black cocks.

Cindy was wearing almost nothing at all; it was a series of black straps that wound around her body leaving her ass and pussy fully exposed. Her gigantic tits were encased by the straps but were visible and hung down to her waist. Her high heels and massive breasts gave the impression that she would topple over at any second but she didn't and looked eminently erotic and ready to be fucked.

The men stood and Laurie joined them. They gathered around her and mauled her body as she fondled their erections. Cindy went to join them but Phil and I stopped her. 'Not yet,' I said, 'we have something different planned for you.'

I stood by Cindy and fondled her as we watched Laurie with the men and Phil manoeuvred the 'horse' into position.

'What's this?' she said.

'You'll see,' I replied as Phil and I helped her onto it. We strapped her arms and legs and I noticed how the angle of horse did force her ass in the air while spreading her legs, causing her anus and pussy to be lewdly exposed as Phil had predicted. I noticed her labia were already puffy and spread open in arousal and her pussy looked wet and very inviting. Her tits hung down on either side of the horse, almost touching the floor. 'Great job, Phil,' I said, 'her ass and pussy are just in the right position to get fucked hard.'

'Yes, it worked out really well,' he replied and touched her pussy lightly with his fingers, 'I'll get the cameras, we'll need to record all of this tonight.'

'She does look very erotic,' I observed and sucked my index finger before slipping it into her asshole and another into her pussy. 'You'd like big black cocks in these holes wouldn't you, you horny slut?'

She moaned her approval as she watched Laurie who was now on her knees with cocks in her hands and mouth. Phil and I pushed the horse closer and watched along with Cindy as we took photos. Presently Marcus lifted Laurie up, brought her in front of Cindy and pushed her to her knees again. The men gathered around and jerked their huge erections just inches from Cindy's face and fed them into Laurie's mouth in turn. Cindy's mouth was open and her tongue circled her lips with envy and lust. 'You want those big cocks in your mouth, don't you?' I whispered into her ear.

'Oh yes, please, please,' she whimpered.

'Maybe you should taste a black cock,' I said and looked at Marcus who understood. He came towards Cindy holding his erection as if to stick it into her mouth but pulled away at the last possible. She moaned when her prize was denied her and another man did the same thing and then another. One brushed her cheek ever so lightly and moved towards her mouth. Laurie sensed what was going on and began to lick and suck the cocks and balls in an exaggerated manner, showing how good it was and how she was enjoying what was being denied to Cindy. Cindy's pleas now came out more as sobs, 'Please, please, let me, please, oh yes, please.' Saliva dripped from her mouth and as I caressed her ass I saw that her pussy was gaping open in her excitement.




Cindy Ch. 02



Two of the men picked up Laurie and, holding her legs wide directed her pussy onto Cindy's mouth. 'Lube her up so we can fuck her,' one of them said and Cindy lapped furiously. Laurie was carried back to the couch where a man sat stroking his large erection and she was lowered onto it. Phil and I wheeled Cindy closer so she could see the huge cock fuck Laurie as the two men lifted her up and down. The three other men came to Cindy. One went behind her and rubbed his cock gently around her anus and pussy but never touching her clit or the wide, pink gash that had developed. The other two danced their cocks over her face, never allowing her to touch them with her tongue though she tried desperately. The man fucking Laurie pulled out and jerked a huge load over her pussy and up her stomach and Cindy moaned unintelligibly as she watched the spurts of hot, white liquid. Laurie was placed on the couch and as two men held her legs wide the other mounted her and pounded her with his big dick until he exploded inside her. He bent over Laurie and spread her pussy wide so Cindy could it overflowing with cum. She sobbed, 'Please, fuck me, I can't stand anymore, please fuck me.'

'You wanted to be teased and teased you will be,' I said, 'now watch this.'

The cocks still teased Cindy's as Laurie was brought to kneel in front of her. The third man, Phil and I stood over her and she played with our cocks in her hands and mouth. As we neared ejaculation we stroked our hard cocks and fired cum all over Laurie's face. We came within a few seconds on one another and she was completely splattered. She licked cum into her mouth as it ran down her face and smiled at Cindy.

Cindy was almost hysterical at this point and begged as she sobbed, 'Oh please, please, fuck me, I need to be fucked, please, please, please.' Her voiced trailed away in great sobbing sighs and she bucked her hips as best she could, trying to rub her wet pussy against the padding of the horse. 

I think she's been teased enough, let her have it,' I said and her mouth was instantly filled with two cocks as the third slid with ease deep into her wet cunt. She was pummelled from the front and back in a frenzy of pent-up lust. She devoured the cocks in her mouth as the big dick slammed into her pussy.

I looked at the man behind Cindy and said, 'Fuck her pretty, tight asshole.'

He withdrew his cock that was soaked with her juice and fingered her pussy and inserted one, then two slippery fingers into her anus. I spread her cheeks apart and watched as the fingers probed her tiny hole. Satisfied that she was sufficiently lubed he took hold of his cock and lined it up with her ass. I spanked her as he pushed inside causing her to grunt as the two cocks continued to punish her mouth and throat. He pushed further in and began long, deliberate strokes. She whimpered as he went faster and deeper and cried out when he unleashed a torrent of cum deep in her ass. I fingered her asshole and felt the hot semen as one of the men in her mouth took his turn in her pussy. Two of my fingers were pumping into her asshole when the second man unleashed in her pussy and withdrew. He went back to Cindy's mouth and the third man sank into her as I held her pussy lips open for him. He fucked her hard then came around and ejaculated over her face and in her mouth.

Phil and I unstrapped Cindy from the horse and she tottered over to the couch and sat next to Laurie who was being eaten. As soon as she sat, one of the men spread her legs and his tongue teased her clit. The other men stood on the couch and the gals played with their cocks. It wasn't long before some became hard again and they replaced the tongues. Phil and I watched and photographed our women being fucked by the men in many different positions until all had ejaculated a second time. Laurie and Cindy sprawled on the couch as the men fondled them, paying special attention to Cindy's giant tits, before dressing and leaving. Cindy and I stayed with Phil and Laurie overnight and enjoyed a couple hours of group fun in the morning. I dropped Cindy at her home then drove home myself with thoughts of what I had in mind for her that evening. 

The Harris Theatre was a relic of the 30's, the type of cinema that I grew up watching Abbott & Costello and Martin and Lewis. The area where it was located was now run-down and shabby and porn was the fare it now offered 24-7. I picked up Cindy at 6:30 and was pleased to see she was wearing a light sweater that barely contained her enormous tits, a short skirt, stockings and heels. Looking at her and imagining what I hoped would happen made me very hard. She knew I had something special planned but had no idea what. We drove across town and she fondled my dick as I toyed with her pussy through the thin material of her tiny panties. She was surprised after we parked and I proceeded to walk south and remarked, 'We're heading for the iffy side of town.'

'I know,' I replied, 'it'll be fine.'

We stopped at the Harris box office and a bored, middle-aged woman with tattoos on both arms passed two tickets to me without saying a word but saw Cindy's tits and gave a knowing smile as we headed inside. There was a scattering of men in the cinema; they were all black and sitting in the back third of the seats and the darker corners. A pungent smell attacked my senses and I realized it was semen, fresh and stale. It was surprisingly erotic and I imagined men spewing their loads onto the floor as they jerked off to the images on the screen. I ushered Cindy to the front half of the seating, making sure all the men would see us as we made our way to the middle of the row. 

On screen there was a group of four couples with close-ups of hard cocks driving into eager pussies and a lot of demands to, 'Fuck me, fuck me,' from the woman. We settled into our seats and Cindy's hand went instantly to my cock. She unzipped my pants and took out my erect dick. I felt her tits, making sure the men were aware of what I was doing. 

After a while she leaned over and took my cock in her mouth and I sat back and watched as two middle-aged housewives were fucked by two super-hung young black guys while the wives husbands looked on and played with their dicks. I heard movement behind me and turned to see that three men had moved from their seats to be closer to us. I smiled at them then turned back to the screen as Cindy's head bobbed up and down on my cock. More men moved closer to us and one guy came and sat in our row, four seats away. He took out his very long, thin cock as he looked at us and not the screen. I lifted Cindy's head so he could see her mouth working on my erection better. This encouraged him to move to just two seats away and he jerked his long cock for us to see. Cindy saw it and murmured, 'Umm,' and I motioned him to sit next to me. She leaned over and grabbed his cock as another man took up residence in our row. 

I lifted Cindy's head and pulled up her sweater, exposing her giant tits. I kneaded and mauled them then stood and exchanged seats with the man on my left. He explored the considerable mass of her boobs as she masturbated him then his hand went down between her legs. The man to our right got up and moved towards us, his cock already out and very stiff. He sat next to Cindy and fondled her as she took hold of his cock. The men kissed and pawed her body and I climbed over to the row in front. Several more moved closer and she was soon surrounded by men fondling her and jerking their erections. Her hands went from one to the next as they mauled her tits then one cock found its way into her mouth. Another man pulled her forward a little and spread her legs that were held wide by two other men, he ripped her panties and his cock was inside her, pumping furiously. He came with a cry as he slammed into her just as the man in her mouth also exploded. 

'Let's take her to the back room,' someone said and she was picked up, her legs still wide apart with cum dripping from her gaping cunt and over her face and carried up the centre aisle. 

Hands groped her body as they went and I followed them through a door in the back right corner beyond the seating. It appeared to have once been an office but now only contained an old mattress. The stains I guessed were cum and I wondered how many other white woman had been fucked by black cocks on it. 

The single, small window had been blacked out and the shade-less light bulb hung on a cord above the mattress. Paint and wallpaper was peeling away from the walls and the whole room had a shabby and neglected appearance. Cindy was dropped on the mattress and her sweater and skirt were quickly removed and she lay fully exposed to the twelve men I counted, in just garter belt, stockings, heels and torn panties. The men undressed quickly and jostled to be the first inside her. An older, heavyset man with a thick cock won the battle and pounded into Cindy as other cocks found her mouth and hands. She was surrounded by men and cocks rubbed against her tits, thighs and hair. 

The heavy set man grunted as he shot his load deep in her pussy and another man immediately took his place and came rapidly, spurting cum over the outside of Cindy's pussy and on to her tummy. Two cocks ejaculated in her mouth and over her face then a guy lay beside her and she was turned over on top of him. His cock disappeared into her pussy and as two others crammed her mouth, another forced its way into her ass. 

She was given no rest until all the men had ejaculated in or over her. She had sucked cum off their softening dicks and all of her holes had received a thorough pounding. The men sorted through the pile of clothes and drifted out leaving Cindy spread-eagled and panting on the mattress. Her body was covered in cum; it was in her hair, over her face and tits and oozed from her well-used pussy and ass. I took off my clothes, turned her on to all fours and gazed down. I wanted my cock in both holes and after fucking her pussy I finished in her ass, adding my load to the several there already. 

We cleaned up as best we could then hurried to the car and back to Cindy's for a much needed shower.



Cindy Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Ryan's Revenge

"Camera, lights, action...that's the way sis, show daddy your pussy...ahhh yes, slip your fingers into that nice, hot pussy of yours."

Dad and Claire had been fucking on and off for the last three months. Once mum had fallen into one of her deep sleeps, Dad was out the door and in between his daughter's legs, fucking her wet pussy.

I had finally figured out how to fuck my smart ass sister by videoing her exploits with my father. All my other effects to dropping hints about her fucking dad had gone on deaf ears so I thought if I had video evidence and threaten her with giving the tape to mum, my sister would consider fucking me as well.

I was actually feeling sorry for mum, not having a man's cock inside her hot pussy for three months as I videoed dad as he pumped his half sized cock in and out of my sister's pussy.

Dad had actually told mum over dinner, that if he couldn't satisfy her sexually, he wouldn't ever fuck her again. I instantly looked at my sister Claire, her face bright red as she slowly ate her dinner.

"You are going to pay bitch, dearly" I thought to myself as she first looked at dad then at the hurt look on mum's face, mum didn't say a word to dad at all for weeks after that.

"That's good sis, that's it, suck your daddy's cock deep down your throat...ooooopppppps, to much for you ah dad" I whispered to myself as I videoed Claire swallowing dad's cum as he exploded inside her mouth.

"Sorry dear, you do give great head" dad said as he ran his fingers through his daughter's hair.

"That's alright dad, I'll suck it till it gets hard again so you can fuck me, my pussy is absolutely wet" Claire said slipping her hand between her thighs to slip two fingers into her pussy. 

"See how wet I am for you daddy" my sister said bringing her wet fingers up to show dad how soaked her pussy was.

"Horny little whore" dad said licking her juices off her finger as Claire went back to sucking his cock.

It wasn't long before he was hard again. Claire instantly jumped back onto her feet and bent over so she could hold onto her ankles as dad slipped his cock into her hot wet pussy.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh dddddaaaaadddddddddyyyyyy" Claire moaned as dad started to ram his cock in and out of her pussy as fast as he could.

"Sssshhhhhh, don't wake mum with your sounds of pleasure whore" dad whispered, giving Claire two hard thrusts into her pussy before going back to ramming his cock into her.

"Oooohhhhh yes daddy yesssssssssssssssssssss" Ckaire moaned, meeting dad's thrusts as he pounded into her pussy.

It wasn't long before I videoed them both cumming at the same time, dad grubting that he was cumming while my sister clamped her eyes closed and moaned deep in her throat that she was cumming too.

The best ever shot was when my sister collapsed onto the floor trembling and shaking, giving her tiny breasts a squeeze as dad pumped the rest of his cum all over her.

I hid in my room and videoed dad sneaking back into his, slipping back into bed, giving mum a kiss on the cheek before going to sleep. I sneaked back to my sister's room and videoed her wiping her pussy with a tissue before she slipped into a pair of g-string panties and a t-shirt, admiring herself in the mirror before she slumped onto her bed and pulled her blankets over her.

I was intending to sneak quietly back into my room and rewatch the video but as I passed mum and dad's room I heard mum sniffing. I quietly opened the door and stepped in, making sure to stay in the shadows. Mum was sitting up in bed, quietly sobbing to herself.

To tell you the truth, she was even breaking my heart, thank goodness for street lights. Mum sitting naked on the bed, her breasts gleaming as the street lights flowed through the window, her long slender legs spread out in front of her. Her ginger brown pubic hairs poking up through her thighs.

I wanted to leave and let mum suffer in her own way but when she slid her hand between her legs and slip two fingers into her tight pussy, I just could leave.

"A perfect ending to my video" I thought to myself as I videoed mum finger herself to one of her mind shattering orgasms.

********************

It was a couple days before I could edit the tape. Mum and dad had gone to visit dad's mum and Claire had gone to hang out with Rhonda and Cindy. I still wondered when Cindy was going to ring me. I still hope she enjoyed our prom night and wasn't mad at me for fucking her against her will.

I had just transfered the segment of mum finger fucking herself to another tape when I heard Claire's voice in the kitchen. I left my door open so Claire could see I was home and usual she came into my room to see what I was up too.

"What are you doing geek" Claire said sitting on my bed.

"Hey freak" Rhonda said following my sister's lead.

"Just editing a video" I said as I watched Cindy follow her sister into the room.

Rhonda knew exactly who I was looking at and so did Cindy. She kept on blushing and smiling at me while Rhonda just gleared at me.

"So what are you editing, another porno film for Jason"

"You could say that but not Jason, more like a gift for someone else"

"Who then" Claire asked, her curiousity getting the best of her.

"Mum" I said 

"Do you take the videos yourself" Cindy asked.

"Yep, you should see some of my work" I said giving Cindy the eye.

God she looked good, long tanned slender legs, short mini skirt, tight fitting holter top that pressed hard against her stiffening nipples.

"I would love too" Cindy said as she lent up against the window frame.

I was just getting a birds eye view of a pair of cotton white panties pressing hard against a pussy I had only briefly felt wrapped around my cock when Rhonda stood up and grabbed Cindy's hand and marched her out the door.

"Don't think of it bro, someone managed to fuck her at the prom and Rhonda is gotten over protective of Cindy, so back off" Claire said.

I wanted to ask her what she was talking about but I had something more important to show her.

"Oh Claire, watch this" I said switching on the VCR.

"Fucken hell" Claire said as she watched herself being fucked by dad.

"How...who...how" my sister mumbled, even gasping when she watched dad spray big globlets of cum over her breasts, ass and thighs.

"What a birthday present this will be for mum, especially when she shows us all how good a cocksucking whore you are" I said grinning like hell as the shock of what I had done finally showed on Claire's face.

"You wouldn't..."

"I would and you are now mine bitch, anywhere, anytime, anyplace and from now on you are going to be nice to me, real nice."

"I...but...I got to go" Claire said running out of my room to catch up with Rhonda and Cindy.

"Got you bitch, oh have I got you good and man will you scream, scream for me to give you more than you can handle" I said raising my voice as I heard my sister run down the stairs and out through the back door.

All afternoon I played and replayed the tape, laughing at the look on Claire face. What I had install for my smart-assed sister was going to be absolutely enjoyable, enjoyable for me that is.



Cindy Ch. 03



Thoughts of disobeying him didn't even enter her mind, as with nervous finger Cindy fumbled at the buttons of her blouse, her eye jumping from object to object around the room. She looked everywhere except at Richard Masters, who stood waiting patiently for her to undress. Some inner voice was screaming at her to stop, to run, to say no, but her finger kept unbuttoning the blouse. It slipped off her shoulder with a whisper of silken fabric and fell to the floor behind her. Trembling fingers undid the side zip of her skirt, the rasp of the zipper sounding loud in the quite room as she simply pushed it down over her hip and let it fall to the floor around her feet. She stood before him as his eye traveled down her body, seeing her white lace bra and matching panties, black lace garter belt, and jet black stockings. He nodded, smiling slightly and took her gently by the upper arm. Cindy carefully stepped over her skirt, not wanting to catch the heel and stumble, spoiling the moment.

Richard led her over to the drape covered object and let go. Cindy bit her lips, feeling shivers run up and down her body. Half of her wanted to run and hide, screaming no! While the other half desperately wanted whatever he was going to do to punish her for her poor performance.

"This is a replica from a forgotten age," Richard walked slowly around the object, "it was once found in many respectable private girls schools in English. It finally stopped being used, more the pity, with the advent of the modern way of thinking and teaching." He stopped on the opposite side from her, his hand on the top of the drape. His sea green eyes locked with her.

"It could be said, that with its demise, the level of civilized behavior found in subsequent English school girls declined rapidly." With that, he pulled the cover off. Cindy shivered again, looking at the perfectly finished wooden devise. At first, she couldn't grasp its purpose, and she tried to think if she'd seen it in the books.

"I like to call it the 'Pulpit'." Richard Masters ran his hand over the polished wood, drawing Cindy's eyes.

The square upright stand did indeed look a little like a pulpit, but instead of the flat top where a book or papers would sit, this one had a curved padded surface, with polished brass eyebolts strategically located on either side. It didn't take a genius to understand its purpose. This devise was meant to restrain the unfortunate person in is embrace, in this case, herself. The tip of her pink tongue licked her suddenly dry lips, the pounding of her heart loud in her ears.

"Take your shoes of, Cindy, you won't be needed them." With one hand on the 'pulpit' to steady herself, she quickly removed her shoes; thoughts of refusing never entered her mind. 

"Good girl. Now place your feet in the holes in the deck." Cindy took a deep breath, stilling the voice in her head that said run and stepped onto the raised platform, placing each foot in a padded hole on each side. Her feet slid easily into the soft interior, feeling a lot like a comfortable slipper, except her feet were widely spaced. Richard did something on the other side and she felt the 'shoes' tighten around her ankles. Now she was trapped.

Panting slightly she tried to extract her feet, but found it impossible, trembling as Richard walk back around to her side. Placing his hand in the middle of her back he gently pushing her upper body over until she was face down on the curved padded surface. She moaned softly, biting her lower lip as Richard buckled a wide leather belt around her waist.

Next he took each of her arms and pulled them firmly back behind her, placing a padded cuff around each wrist and locking them in place before he snapped the 'D' ring to the eyebolt on each side, rendering her helpless. Now she was bent over the devise, bound, and shackled in place or so she thought, until he placed a padded collar around her throat. She heard the lock snap shut and gulped, feeling the constriction around her neck. It was hard to look up, as she couldn't raise her head for long in this position, but she saw him from the waist down walk as he walked round in front of her. His hand lifted her head.

"Open your mouth, Cindy."

"What...ummmm." Before she could even say the words, he slipped something soft into her mouth that pushed her jaw open as it slid inside. 

For a panicky moment, she thought she wouldn't be able to breath, until she felt air moving in and out of her mouth. Whatever it was had a large hole down the center for just that purpose. Cindy sobbed, unable to stop her body from shivering in fear and anticipation. Whatever he'd slipped into her mouth almost reached the back of her throat just before the point where she started gagging. After buckling the head strap to hold the gag in place she saw him reach down to pick up the end of a chain attached to the bottom of the frame and attach it to the collar around her throat. He pulled it tight, forcing her head all the way down. Now she was effectively trapped, unable to do anything to prevent him doing whatever he wanted. Tears ran down her face as thoughts or rape, sodomy, and worse rushed through her mind. Then she did try to escape, but it was useless. She screamed around the gag, or tried to, but only saliva and muted sounds came out.

"That's it, Cindy, struggle all you want. I am going to punish you, so the next time you will remember to behave yourself.

His hands stroked her bottom, first one cheek, then the other, before wandering down to her thighs and between her legs. It felt erotic and humiliating at the same time, whereas before, she always been able to stop any hands from wandering down there, now she couldn't. His hand slipped between her legs, gently touching her most intimate place. Cindy tensed, forcing her hips to remain still against their need to move in response to his touch.

"My goodness Cindy. Wet panties. That won't do at all." Despite all the panty liners could do, her pussy had betrayed her, feeling a flash of humiliation spike thought her body. "Yes, these will definitely have to go. We can't have you sitting around in wet panties now, can we?" His soft laugh added to her humiliation.

Then she felt him remove the last barrier to her modesty, not just pull them down, but completely remove them by cutting the side bands. He then did the same with her bra, hearing the snip-snip of scissors as he cut it away. Now she was totally exposed and helpless, feeling ashamed and turned on at the same time as his hand wandered over her body.

"That's much better, Cindy. Now you're dressed the way you should be for your punishment."

Cindy sobbed, thinking of just the garter belt and black stocking she was wearing. He walked around and cupped her breast, as if weighting them in his hands before caressing the hard nipples with his thumbs. Her body shivered at the touch of a strange hand caressing her breast, and despite herself, Cindy moaned around the gag in pleasure.

"Very nice, Cindy. The perfect size, but we have to see what we can do about displaying them in a better fashion instead of hiding such beautiful charms away behind a bra all the time." 

Cindy suddenly had a horrifying vision of being made to walk around bare chested all the time where everyone could see her small breasts. Yet, even that terrifying thought was strangely erotic, her pussy pulsing in response. Richard Masters continued his exploration of her body, his hand feeling hard and soft at the same time. He stroked her hair for a moment before trailing his fingers slowly down her back. His target was obvious yet his didn't rush, taking his time to let his fingers dance back and forth. At last, his hand reached her bottom, stroking and caressing across the firm roundness of each cheek. Now he had both hands on her hot skin, trailing his fingers down the outside of each thigh to her knees, then returning slowly up the inside. Cindy wanted to scream, her whole body trembling in fear, shame and anticipation, unable to stop her hips rotating, desperately wanted and not wanting him to touch her most secret place. His finger traveled up but only skirted the outside of her pussy, then along the cleavage of her bottom. Cindy sobbed around the gag, incoherent thought jumping around in her mind. His fingers trailed downward again, this time returning deeper between her open legs.

This time, she thought, this time he's going to... Two fingers traced the outline of her pussy and over her mount of Venus as if exploring unknown territory. Back and forth, once, twice, three times, now just touching the super sensitive lips of her sex. Cindy knew she was soaking wet by the way his fingers slipped across her skin, and even if her mind said no, her pussy disagreed. Without conscious violation on her part, Cindy pushed her hips back against his exploring fingers, wanting him to touch her. No matter what her mind said, her body knew what it wanted. At last, an inquisitive finger slipped between the wet lips, eliciting a long drawn out moan as she panted around the cock gag. The finger played back and forth for a moment until at last it found her bud. The moment it touched, Cindy felt something like an electric shock shoot through her body, stiffening every muscle as she climaxed, but unlike before when she touched herself there, it didn't stop.

It was as if his fingers had found an on switch to her most secret and forbidden fantasies. They raced though her mind, all the scene from her own imagination and the story of 'O' collided together. Without warning his thumb slipping inside her pussy while two fingers played and caressed her clit. It was too much and her climaxed again as the walls of her pussy gripped his thumb. Hell fire and arctic ice roared through her veins as she climaxed again and again, something that had never happened before in her life. At last, he withdraw his hand and Cindy slumped, sobbing in defeat. Right now he could do anything he wanted, take her any way he pleased, but instead he walked away a moment then returned to stand in front of her. Cindy looked up, moaning around the gag at what she saw. Richard Masters held a three-inch wide, stiff leather strap in his hand for her to see. In all, the thick strap was about two-foot long with a handle.

"This should do to start your punishment, Cindy, the caning will come later." She tried to scream no, but it was futile, as was fighting against the restraints, not that she had the strength any more.

His hand wandered over her bare bottom and down between her open legs, a finger slipped between the soaking wet lips of her pussy, caressing and fingering her clit, knowing exactly where to touch. 

"Oh, you are a naughtily little girl, aren't you Cindy, all wet and inviting." That brought fresh sobs. "Do you do this to yourself every night, Cindy?" In desperation, she did the only thing she could do, and shook her head. He laughed. "What a liar you are, Cindy. That will get you an extra spanking." His hand stopped playing with her pussy and he stood back.

"Whoosh-WHACK! Whoosh-WHACK! The string slaps landing across both cheeks of her bottom, intense and burning. Whoosh-WHACK! Whoosh-WHACK!

Cindy screamed in earnest, but it did little good as the thick leather strap landed across her burning bottom again and again. Struggling did no good, screaming did not good, as the strap continued to land. Whoosh-WHACK! Whoosh-WHACK! Until she was nothing but a limp sobbing heap lying across the padded leather top of the pulpit. Then he stopped, coming around to bend down beside her head and slowly withdrew the gag from her mouth, gently wipe her face and chin with a soft towel.

"Are we going to have any more nonsense? Cindy?"

"No, sir." She sobbed; I'll be good from now on."

"I'm sure you will."

"Yes, sir I will, I promise."

"Good, and to make sure you do. From now on you will be spanked whenever I feel you need it, is that understood?"

"Yes, sir. " She murmured, the burning pain in her bottom adding feeling to her words.

"Good. I definitely feel you are in the need of strict training in obedience, don't you agree, Cindy?"

"Yes, sir... I do... Please train me sir." She blubbered, cursing herself for even thinking that, let alone saying it to him.

"We'll see after your final punishment if you can do what you are told, without question."

"I will sir, I promise I will. I'll do whatever you tell me." And meant it with all her heart and soul.

"When I release you, you will stand up and place your hand on top of your head, understood?"

"Yes, sir."

He did release her, and on shaky legs, she stepped down from the pulpit, desperately wanting to rub her bottom. Instead, as instructed, she placed her hands on top of her head.

"Good, now go and kneel in that corner, and stay there without moving until you are told to otherwise. Cindy did, feeling slightly ashamed. Angry, humiliated, disappointed, and elated, all at the same time. Crying softly to herself she did as ordered, wincing as she knelt in the corner.

"Sit up straight, Cindy!" His voice had a snap to it now, and she sat up as straight as she could.

After a few moments, he left her to her own thoughts, which were many. He hadn't raped her, much as she expected him to and in a way, there lay the seat of her disappointment. Why hadn't he availed himself of the opportunity? She could have done nothing to stop him, or say anything afterwards. He spanked her hard, and the burning sensation in her bottom felt like it was spreading to the rest of her body. Her face felt flushed and red, both from the punishment, and from crying. Thinking about what she must have looked like, almost naked, bent over the pulpit like that sent another wave of shame and humiliation racing through her, making her angry he'd treated her this way. It was if she was nothing more than a disobedient schoolgirl in need of discipline, then, biting her lip, knew the truth, she was.

Gradually, Cindy felt the fire in her bottom diminished, cooling to a dull throb. For a moment, she started to shift her body to relieve the pressure on her ankles, as she hadn't knelt this way for a long time. Then she froze, remembering what he'd said. Could she risk moving without him knowing? Probably, but then again, he might ask. What would she say then? Lie and say she hadn't? No, she'd tell him the truth and be prepared for an additional punishment, and so she remained still. But what about the caning he'd promised? That made her shiver. Only having been caned a few times at school, it wasn't something she wanted to repeat.

"Put your blouse and skirt on," a disembodied voice announced, "then come up to the office." Carefully she stood, looking around for the source of the voice, at last spotting a small video camera mounted in the corner of the room. So, he would have seen if she'd moved, thankful she hadn't. Obeying his odd request, she stepped into her skirt and pulled it up, donning the blouse and tucking it in before zipping the skirt.

The material rubbed across her still sore bottom, like sandpaper, wincing slightly as she made her way up to his office. He met her at the door and motioned her to follow. Meekly she did, exiting and waiting for him to lock up. Barefoot and feeling slightly embarrassed at have no panties or bra on in the street, she followed him to the beauty shop next door.

"Doreen, how are you today?" He greeted the petit brunet that came to meet them.

"Wonderful seeing you again, Richard. How are you?"

"Very well thank you. May I introduce my new assistant, Cindy."

"Hello, Cindy, how are you?"

"Um... well, feeling confused at the moment." Doreen laughed and took her by the arm.

"That's alright; a lot of people who come here are confused." She looked over her shoulder at Richard. "What will it be today?"

"The works, of course, she deserves it."

"Good, come back at about three, she should be ready by them." Looking over her shoulder, she saw Richard wave and depart, smiling at them both, and Cindy wondered what 'the works' were. 

The works turned out to be a shower, followed by a steam bath, then a full body massage, and a facial. By the time Doreen put her in the hairdressing chair Cindy felt she was so relaxed her body felt like a limp noodle. Doreen cut and styles her hair before coloring and giving her a perm, not that she cared what Doreen did at this point. While she worked, another girl gave her a pedicure, then a manicure.

As a final touch before removing the curlers and brushing out her hair, Doreen redid her makeup, saying something about using dyes, rather than regular makeup. Cindy heard her from a long way off, almost asleep at that point. She never been so pampered in her life, and it was intoxicating. The sharp smell of ammonia under her nose, brought her awake with a start.

"Oh my!" Cindy sat up in the chair, blinking, marveling at the beautiful honey blond haired girl in the mirror. Her hair now glowed with life, and the pageboy style framed her face perfectly. The makeup was something else, with sliver to gray eye shadow, thin black eye liner, and bright glossy rose colored lipstick that seem to make her lips look full and pouting.

"Do you like it?" Doreen asked, standing behind her and smiling.

"Oh yes! It's perfect."

"You should make an appointment to have your makeup re-touched in about three months."

"Three months?"

"Yes, unless you would like to change it, then just come back in."

"I can wear this for three months?"

"Yes." Doreen laughed.

"Wow that will save time in the morning."

"Yes, it should, you don't want to be late for work again and get another spanking, do you." She giggled, seeing Cindy's shocked expression.

"Don't worry; your secret is safe with me." Doreen leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. 'By the way, Richard will be her in five minutes or less to pick you up."

"Oh, I'd better get dressed."

"No need. The robe you have on is sufficient and Richard threw your other clothes away. He's going to take you out the back way." With that cryptic remark, Doreen helped her out of the chair just as Richard came through the front door.

"Is she ready?"

"Yes, she it." Doreen stood back and gave a graceful wave of her hand.

"Oh, I like. That's so much better."

"Thank you kind sir." Doreen laughed, giving him a curtsy.

They hugged then kissed, and for a moment, Cindy felt the little green monster of jealousy rear its head. They parted, and Richard gently took her upper arm and led her out the back way. This led to a service ally that ran behind all the shops, used mainly for deliveries, trash bins and gas meters. With just a pair of dust slipper and a thin robe, Cindy felt naked as he took her down the alley. But it wasn't far before he stopped and knocked on a door. It opened, and going inside, she found they were in the back of the Millinery shop next door to the bookstore. The willowy blond owner met them, and gave Richard a hug, then a smaller one for her.

"Come on in, Cindy, I've been expecting you."

"You have?"

"Yes, Richard arranged for your appointment this morning. He told me you'd be going to the beauty parlor first, and I must say Doreen did her usual wonderful job."

"Oh... I see." She didn't, but wasn't about to say so.

"I'll leave you two alone," His gave a wave and headed for the front door. "When you have finished Cindy, come back to the shop. I'll leave the front door unlocked for you."

"You look absolutely stunning, Cindy, let's see what we can do to dress you accordingly."

"Dress me?"

"Yes, Richard wanted me to fit you for your new uniform, if you can call it that."

"I need a uniform?" This was getting more puzzling by the minuet.

"Yes. As Richards new assistant, you have to look the part to fit in with the Book store décor, just like a waitress, or a maid, just a lot better." She smiled as she ushered Cindy into a small sitting room.




Cindy Ch. 03



"Take you robe off, Cindy, and we'll get started."

"But... but I don't have anything on underneath it."

I should hope not. How am I going to fit you properly if you are wearing anything?" She laughed.

In a way it made sense, not that Cindy really understood what she meant. Slowly she took the robe off and hung it up behind the door, turning to see the reason for being naked. Andréa held up a boned corset, motioning with her fingertip for her to come over. Sucking in a great breath of air, Cindy did, shivering as Andréa placed the corset around her body.

"Arms up please." Andréa murmured.

Cindy did, looking down to see her begin to do the hook the front closure together. As she got higher Cindy sucked in her stomach, but was surprised to find that she didn't really have one anymore. All the running and exercise had paid off. Somewhere in the past month, her puppy fat had melted away without her even realizing it. The last hook and eye was just below the center of her breast, and already she could see and feel how the corset made them seem fuller and higher as they nestled in the half cups. That done, Andréa went behind her and began pulling the laces tight, working from the bottom all the way up before starting again. Cindy felt her waist being squeezed, her small breast gradually filling the soft lace cups of the corset.

"How does that feel? Not to tight is it?" Cindy took a few careful breaths, but found it comfortable, and only a little constricting.

"No, it feels good."

"Excellent, that should do for now. We can adjust it later if necessary. Now then, as you can see, the garter straps are attached at the moment, but can be detached if necessary." Andréa demonstrated. "Stocking next, how about smoke gray ones instead of black this time?" Cindy just nodded, feeling somewhat bemused by it all.

"I see you have used the spray." Cindy blushed, remembering that it was Andréa who'd given it to her.

"Yes, it worked great."

"Yes, so I can see. You look delightful without the muff." She laughed, seeing Cindy blush bright red.

Andréa sat her down on a stool, and proceeded to work the smoke gray nylon stocking over her feet and up her legs. She did both legs before asking Cindy to stand, attached each stocking to the garter strap.

"Oh yes, perfect." She muttered, walking around the stool. "Now underwear,"

Cindy was surprised when Andréa opened a draw and lifted out a pair of French knickers, instead of the usual kind of panty.

"Stand up."

She did as Andréa knelt down and held the knickers open for her to step into. Cindy did and Andréa pulled them slowly up her legs. They were watered silk, and slid over her nylon clad legs as if it oiled.

"As you can see, these are the more traditional style, as they have an open crotch." Cindy did see, coloring slightly. "This negates the need to pull them down when you have to go to the toilet, and prevents um... how shall I put it, staining?

"Yes... I understand." And she did. The opening ran from just below her navel at the front all the way around to the elastic waistband at the back. It also meant her bottom and pussy would be exposed all the time.

"Do you need another can of spray?"

"I... I don't know."

"The last one removed all of the hair, and should retard the growth for up to six months, but I'll add another can in case you need it."

"Thank you." Cindy felt embarrassed about discussing such things, but Andréa seemed to think it was perfectly natural. She adjusted the satin ribbon ties on the legs, fluffing the lace just above her knees before standing back to look at the results.

"Good, now the dress. I think you will like it."

Opening a wardrobe, she lifted out a full length, charcoal gray dress on a hanger and held it up for Cindy to see. Cindy on the other hand wasn't sure what to make of it, and just nodded and smiled. Taking it off the hanger, Andréa held it open for Cindy to step into, then slowly working the dress up her legs and over her hips, buttoning it part way up. She then helped Cindy with the sleeves, smoothing them up and over her shoulders. The dress fitted perfectly, molding and caressing her body. Andréa adjusted the bodice over the corset before going behind her and finished buttoning up the back. Cindy looked down, seeing the smooth swelling of her breast through the sheer gray nylon fabric of the top. Hiding and exposing her breasts at the same time. She watched them rise and fall as she breathed, now forced by the corset to deep breath with her upper chest, instead of her stomach. Now she understood what Richard Masters had said about displaying her charms better. In some ways it was more and less than she expected.

"Oh yes, that's perfect." Andréa laughed happily, clapping her hands together in front of her face as she took Cindy to stand in front of the floor to ceiling mirror. Cindy wasn't sure who she was looking at in the mirror; it was her, but not her. 

Who was this tall elegant young lady looking back at her? She wasn't sure she knew any more. The dress was definitely old world, much in keeping with the style of the street and especially Masters Rare Books and manuscripts. Dressed like this she'd fit in perfectly in that setting and with the elegance that his rich customers expected.

"The only thing left is your shoes. Sit on the stool and I'll put them on for you."

Cindy did, and Andréa placed a pair of black, three-inch strappy shoes on her feet. She buckled the wide ankle strap around each ankle, and Cindy noticed that each had a small silver 'D' ring stitched to the outside and outside of each strap. It only took a second for her to realize what they were for, and she blushed again. They were for attaching restraint, to hold her ankles apart, or a chain between the two for other reasons. She wasn't sure what, but guessed she'd find out soon enough.

Standing up she walked carefully around the room, feeling ten feet tall. The long skirt swirled around her ankles, threatening to trip her if she wasn't careful, and the tight corset and bodice forcing her to stand straight. She felt different somehow, constrained yet freer. The multi petticoats of gave the lower part of the dress where it flared out from the hips a fullness that left her legs and thighs free to move. Cindy stood in front of the giant mirror, turning this way and that take in the full effect, liking what she saw. There was something elegant, yet sexual about the costume, as that was what it was, a costume, yet she wouldn't have minded wearing this all of the time.

"I take it you like what you see?" Andréa smiled as Cindy swirled and moved before the mirror.

"Oh yes, it's wonderful. But how did you know my size? This fits like a glove."

"That, you will have to ask Mr. Masters about." Cindy looked at her in the mirror, realizing that this dress wasn't produced overnight, or off the shelf. Andréa must have worked on it for a week, or more.

"When you sit down, always make sure you smooth the skirt over your bottom before sitting, otherwise you will crease and wrinkle the skirt."

"Yes, Ma'am." She giggled softly, thinking that Andréa sounded like her mother.

"Okay, off you go. Mr. Masters is waiting for you. You don't want him upset, do you?" She looked at Cindy pointedly.

Cindy suspected she knew about the spanked from her now slightly red bottom, coloring slightly, but she just smiled and shooed her out the door. It occurred to Cindy, that all this must have cost a fortune, seeing the prices the shops in the lane charged for their services. So who, or how was she supposed to pay for all this?" Walking carefully, she exited the shop and walked the few steps to the bookshop, attracting the admiring attention of several people, both men and woman. Feeling slightly embarrassed, Cindy hurried into the relative safety of the shop, closing the door behind her with a sigh. The telltale silvery bell brought Richard Masters from the back of the shop, and he stopped when he saw her, standing and simply looking her up and down in admiration, a smile on his face and in his eyes.

"You look stunning, just perfect." He muttered as he walked up.

He stood really close, looking down at the top of her exposed bosom rising and falling under its thin veil of concealment and exposure. Cindy felt her nipples harden, and her breathing increase under his scrutiny. He leaned down and lifted her chin, his sea green eyes locked onto hers, standing, as if waiting. Shivering slightly, Cindy went onto tiptoe and kissed him, just a small one at first, pulling back to see if he liked it. He smiled and leaned closer. Cindy sighed, placing her lips against his, letting them go soft and pliant, her mouth open and inviting, eyes half closed as he pressed his against hers. Without any conscious effort of her part she willingly accepted the tip of his probing tongue as his hand slid around her waist, pulling her close as she molded her body to his, almost in an act of surrender.

They stood that way for what seemed like forever, but at least until the universe had turned on its axis twice, but even that wasn't long enough for Cindy. They broke apart, and he moved away from her, reaching into his pocket. Cindy looked down, seeing him extract something. He held it up for her to see, and she gasped softly. It was a thin, black velvet collar with a small brass padlock at one end. Cindy felt her knees go weak, and let out a shuddering breathe. She knew what he wanted, and for a moment she hesitated. The significant of the padlock wasn't lost on her, nor what to expect should she accept it. Was this what she wanted? He was giving her a choice, as he always did.

Almost of its own violation her body sank to the wood floor, kneeling before him. For a moment she kept her head down, eye on the floor, tasting the last few precious moments of free will. Was this what 'O' felt just before the collar was put around her throat? If she lifted her head and offered her neck to his collar, she would be owned from that moment on, with no will of her own, no freedom other that what her Master permitted. Yet she knew she didn't really have a choice. She'd already given herself to him, this was just an affirmation of what they both knew had already happened. With a soft sob, Cindy lifted her head and looked up at him with misty eyes, putting her hands behind her back in a sign of submission. For a moment he stroked the side of her face with the back of his hand, soft and caressing, feeling her whole body response in a way she never thought possible. Slowly Richard Masters fitted the collar around her throat with a gentle touch that sent waves of erotic pleasure through her mind and body. She felt it encircling her neck and leaned her head forward so he could lock it. The soft 'click' of the padlock closing reached her ears, and she knew her fate was sealed. For better or worse, she was now his property to do with as he wished.

"Are you ready for your caning, Cindy? He asked in a soft voice. Cindy looked up and met his eyes as hot tears of joy coursed down her cheeks.

"Yes, Master, I am." Cindy bowed her head. 

Nothing else matter now. She knew she'd found her place, the one she'd search for for so long. Her whole body shivered in anticipation as all independent thoughts fled from her mind. She was now the property of Master Richard, to do with as he saw fit. Her one sole purpose in life now was to please her Master any way she could and Cindy accepted her new life with a willing heart. Taking hold of her chin, he lifted her head, smiling as she rose to her feet.

"I think it's time you and I get better acquainted, don't you Cindy?"

"Yes Master." He smiled as he looked into her eyes and she knew she'd said the right thing. "I am yours to command, sir."



Cindy Ch. 04



This story is continued from Cindy part3.

Claire came sneaking back into the house about 3:30 in the morning. Everything I had planned for her, the torment, the pain, the humiliation, all my dreams about my sister were about to become reality.

I had only thought sexually about Claire a few times. When I'd seen her walking out of the bathroom in only a t-shirt and panties or when I've accidently walked in on her when she was sitting on the toilet but apart from that she was always just my smart assed, verbally abusive bitch of a sister.

There was never ever any love between us. I was the freak, she was daddy's little angel and as you know she became more than just his little angel. She was his little whore, sex on demand and now I was going to make her mine.

I waited until Claire had quietly sneaked into her room and undressed and climbed into bed. I walked down the hall and stood outside her room, listening for the creak of her bed springs, indicating that she had made herself comfortable and was preparing herself for sleep.

"Not yet sis, you have alot of work to do before you get some sleep" I thought to myself as I quietly opened her door and walked in.

I wanted this to be memorable, placing my vidcam on her vanity unit so I could catch every facial expression and word she said and every move she made. This was her torment and her raping.

I could tell my sister wasn't asleep as she lay in her bed, on her side, her back facing me. I pulled the side of the blanket up and slid my hand under, feeling for the soft warm skin of the back of her thighs. Claire breathed in sharply when my hand came in contact with her skin.

"Still awake Claire, I hope so, you have alot of work to do girl and boy am I horny".

"Go away freak, I'm tired and you have no right coming into my room and demanding something you have no right to have, I'm never going to fuck you or even think about letting you fuck me, SO FUCK OFF AND LET ME SLEEP, I'M TIRED" Claire screamed at me.

"Yes you are bitch, if you never want mum to find out about that tape of you and dad" I said thrusting my hand between her legs and grabbing a handful of flesh between her thighs.

I clamped my other hand over her mouth as she began to scream. Claire tried to thrash out with her arms, trying to fight her way out of the reality she was about to face.

"You maybe daddy's little angel bitch but tonight you're my slut..." I said apply more pressure to her inner thigh.

Claire's screaming intensed until it turned into loud sobs and wails.

"How does it feel to be in pain my little slut......remember all those years of torment.......all those years of abuse......why Claire.....why did you have to be so mean to me.......I loved you Claire.......look what I got for being nice to you.....well tonight and every night you're going to be nice to me, aren't you Claire, you're going to be so nice to me, whenever I want you, you'll be there, won't you sis, you're my little slut, my little whore" I said giving Claire's inner thigh one more squeeze.

My bitch of a sister gave out one more painfulled scream before lying dead still. No more fighting, no more screaming, just a gentle soft sob. I kept my hand over Claire's mouth just in case she wanted to scream again. You know I actually started to feel sorry for her but a deal was a deal. She was now my whore, not my sister but my little whore.

"Open your legs whore so I can have a good feel of my little whore's pussy" I said releasing my grip on her inner thigh.

Claire didn't move at first but when she felt my fingers starting to tighten up on the soft flesh of her inner thigh, she spread her legs as wide as she could, turning herself onto her back.

"Now lets see how wet you are" I said running my hand up to her pussy.

"Please Ryan, no, don't do this to me please, it's not right, this is rape, I'm not willing" Claire pleaded with as I ran my fingers through her pussy lips and over her clit.

"WHY SLUT, YOU LIKE THE TORMENT AND PAIN YOU SEE ON MY FACE WHEN YOU'RE MEAN TO ME..........YOU ACTUALLY LIKE IT DON'T YOU, LIKE SEEING ME IN PAIN DON'T YOU WHORE" I screamed at her, grabbing a handful of her soft delicate pussy.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PLEASE NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Claire screamed, grabbing my arm as I held on tightly to her pussy lips.

Somehow seeing my sister in pain made me hornier than ever. The tears streaming from her eyes and the endless crying made me feel more superior over her than I had ever felt. I felt a power over her that I had never felt before. I released my stiff cock from the confines of my boxer shorts and instantly jumped in between my sister's legs. Claire's eyes widen and her mouth opened but no sound came from it as my big cock slipped into the tightest cunt I had ever felt. Claire held on tightly to my shoulders as I forced every inch of my manhood into the depths of her hot tight pussy.

"Feel that slut.....feel how big my cock is....I bet it's stretching that tight little pussy of yours to the max......feels good, doesnt bitch" I grunted, ramming more of my cock into her.

One more thrust and the entire length of my cock was firmly embedded inside Claire's pussy.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhgggggggggg....." Claire screamed, digging her finger nails into my back..

My sister's face was red and puffy. Her eyes straining in their sockets as she looked up at me. Her breaths were like grunts and gasps as I began to pump my cock in and out of her pussy. On the third thrust, Claire closed her eyes and moaned deeply, bringing her legs up as I plunged my cock deep into the folds of her cunt. God it felt good, her hot tight pussy practically strangling my cock. My balls slapping at her ass cheeks as I sped up the pace, ramming my cock harder into her.

It was too much for Claire. My cock was becoming her master. She knew it and so did I. She was now mine.

"OH GOD YES..........OH GOD......OH JESUSSSSSS CHRIST YES.......FUCK ME YES FUCK ME......OH DON'T STOP......FUCK ME RYAN FUCK PLEASE............" Claire cried out, lifting her ass off the bed as she meet every thrust I made.

"Oh god Ryan.......you're making me cum.....I didn't want to cum......I don't want you to fuck me...... oh please make me cum like I've never cum before.......pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee" Claire moaned digging her fingernails into my shoulders as she rammed her pussy hard onto my cock as I rammed my cock harder and faster into her pussy. "Ooooooohhhhhhhh ffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuucccccccccccckkkkkkkkkk mmmmmmmmmeeeeeeee" 

Claire arched her back, practically lifting us both off the bed and cried out. Her pussy exploding in a combination of heat and liquids, flooding my cock with her juices. I don't know what happened to Claire but it was like uncaging a wild animal. From not wanting me to fuck her to pleading with me to make her cum was like something. The wild craving in her eyes as she kept eye contact with me, forcing my head back to face her and holding onto the sides of my head as I pounded my cock in and out of her tight pussy.

"Fuck me..........fuck me.......fuck me.......fuck me......." Claire grunted with every thrust I made, ramming my cock into her pussy as deep and as hard as I could.

"Don't look away, I want to see you cum too, fill my pussy Ryan, fill me with your cum" Claire moaned, dragging my head down so she could lock her lips to mine.

Our tongues wrestled with each other as I carried on fucking my sister as long as I could until I couldn't take anymore. Her tight pussy became too much for me, god she was tight and she knew it.

"Claire I'm cumming" I moaned, feeling my sperm rush through my balls and into the shaft of my cock.

"Good I'm cumming too, we'll cum together" Claire moaned back at me, ramming her pussy harder onto my cock.

We never took our eyes off each other as we rammed our bodies into other. We worked in unison, my sister plunging her pussy back and forth onto my cock and me, plunging my cock in and out of her pussy. It was like heavenly music. All you could hear was the two of us grunting in unison and the sound of our sweat and juices slurping as we fucked each other in the most powerful, erotic orgasm that we had ever felt.

"Oooooohhhh gggooooddddd yyyyyeeeeessss" We both cried out as our bodies both exploded at the same time, Claire's pussy exploding cunt juices in and around my cock and my cock firing load after load of cum deep into her pussy.

We both collapsed into each others arms, kissing wildly as we ran our hands over each others bodies. It was like we were two young lover who had just found each other. Claire had a passion even she never knew she had as she squeezed me tightly to her as she continued to kiss me deeply. We both looked into each others eyes. I wanted to tell her I was sorry I caused her so much pain and I was sorry I raped her so visiciously, I never wanted her to be mad or unhappy with me, i loved her far to much for that.

"You want me as your whore Ryan, you got me, just like I'm daddy's whore, I'll do anything you want me to do just like I do for daddy but you have to promise me, no more pain, daddy promised me after the first time he fucked me so I want you to promise me as well"

"Tell me what did dad do to you the first time he fucked you sis" I asked as I gently glided my fingertips up and down her stomach and over her breasts, making her nipples stand out from her breasts.

"He ripped open my shirt and and grabbed my tits when I refused him, he squeezed my breasts so hard, they hurt until I submitted to him. I had to beg him to stop. He then commanded me to strip all my clothes off and then get on my knees. I didn't know back then what he wanted. He made me watch about a dozen or so porn movies, making sure I paid close attention to how the woman sucked on the men's cocks and how they licked the other woman's cunts. Then he shoved his puny cock into my mouth and made me suck him off, making me swallow every load until I got it right." Claire said telling me every sexually graphic thing dad made her do.

"Why didn't you tell mum" I asked sliding my hand down between us so I could feel her hot soaked pussy and my now harden cock buried deep inside her.

"Hell Ryan don't you think I wanted too. He said we had made a pack. I wasn't allowed to tell anyone. After a while I even started to enjoy watching porn movies with dad, sucking and fucking him afterwards, it was fun, him squirting his cum all over my face and hair, over my breasts and cunt and even once allowing him to slip the head of his cock just inside my ass and squirting his load inside me there. In the end I forgot about the pain he had caused and souly concentrated on the pleasure. I even rejoiced in the fact that I was the only one in my class who was having sex until I met Rhonda".

"What is it with Rhonda, why is she such a bitch, why is she so protective of Cindy" I asked thinking about all the times she threaten me with death if I even came close to touching her sister Cindy.

"Rhonda was the same as me, her father raped her when she was twelve. He would beat her first just to make sure she understood what he wanted before fucking her. When Cindy turned twelve, Rhonda made sure he wasn't going to have her as well. Rhonda and Cindy's father died shortly afterwards in a car crash. Rhonda turned to her mother and became a lesbian. Rhonda taught Cindy everything about becoming a lesbian like her. God she was murderous when she found out Cindy wasn't a virgin anymore. If you had been there, she would of killed you without asking any questions".

"Why, how,who said it was me" I asked hoping Cindy hadn't told her.

"Rhonda hates you that's why, Rhonda was about to finger fuck her sister and found her hand covered in sperm that's how and who, Cindy said she didn't know who it was. She said that she was quietly having a piss and the next thing she knew was she was being rammed against the bars of the fence and some guy was ramming his cock in and out of her cunt. Cindy said she begged him not to cum inside her so he rammed his cock up her ass and came inside her there but I know better than to say it was you."

Claire began pumping her pussy back and forth along my cock and moaned as she buried it deep inside her.

"Making yourself horny again sis" I asked pushing gently against her as she turned us over so she was on top.

"God yes, just thinking about your cock plunging in and out of Cindy's pussy and cumming in her ass is just a turn on" Claire said as she rocked back and forth on my cock.

"How did you know it was me" I asked giving Claire's tits a gentle squeeze, pinching her stiff nipples until she moaned out loud.

"Because Cindy told me it was you.....she enjoyed it so much.......she wants you to do it again........"Claire moaned giggling as she rode my cock like a horse.

"Why didn't she tell Rhonda" I asked.

"Because dimwit, she loves you......hahahahahahahaha...." My sister laughed before she let out a long slow moan as she orgasmed again, ramming her pussy onto me before flooding my cock with her juices again.

"God you are a whore" I said flipping Claire onto her back and really pounding my cock in and out of her pussy till we both came again.

"Ryan if you want me as your whore say so now or we can call it quits" Claire asked as we lay in each others arms gently caressing each others body with our hands.

"Yes I want you as my whore but I also want you as my sister......plus if I want you to suck or fuck another woman then my whore will have to do it, won't she" I said jokingly.

"Dad loved it when I made love to another woman while he watched before fucking us both and I've had sex with alot of woman because of dad, it was fun, fuck I even wanted to have sex with mum, I'll even be mum's whore too if you want me too" Claire said wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me deeply again before we fucked some more.



Cindy Ch. 04



Cindy felt her whole body vibrating like a turning fork to her Master's touch as he folded down the lace around the top of the half cups of her corset. Even before he touched her exposed nipples they became rock hard. A low moan escaped her throat as he caressed each with his thumb. Master Richard leaned closer, his breathe full of peppermint and Gran Marnier as he whispered in her ear.

"This body belongs to who now?"

"You, Master Richard, it belongs to you."

"And what is your responsibility, Cindy?" Cindy sucked in her tummy, knowing the words he wanted to hear her say.

"To keep this body clean and ready for your use at any time, sir." 

He leaned down and caressed each nipple with his lips before taking each into his mouth and sucking on them as his tongue whipped back and forth. Cindy moaned and stood in tip toe, thrusting each breast out for his attention. His hand slowly slipped down her body, his finger tips trailing across her tummy as, then her mound of Venus. By then her body was shivering in anticipation, her pelvis thrusting forward, begging him to take what was his. His finger found her clit, eliciting a deep sigh as she closed her eyes in ecstasy, his lips touching hers in a long deep kiss, his tongue slipping between her open lips. There was no hesitation now, no second thoughts just total acceptance of his ownership of her body.

"Are you ready, Cindy?" She knew what he meant, the caning.

"N... no, Master... I'm scared." A small sob escape her lips.

"I know you are... would you prefer something else beside the cane?"

"Yes, please, Master... anything."

Cindy felt him take hold of the large 'D' ring on the collar he'd switched for the velvet one. This was a thick black leather dog collar with studs and ring. This was also locked around her throat, as were the leather wrist cuffs. He led her over to the end of the pulpit and pushed her gently forward. Cindy felt her stomach tighten in expectation, seeing that the device was not in a different configuration. Instead of the food hold in the platform, the device now had padded arms for her to kneel on. Sucking in a deep breath, Cindy knelt on the arms and lean forward over the sloped top. This was also adjusted to support her tummy. Butterflies churned in her stomach as she leaned over the top, where upon her Master bucked the wide belt around her waist. Even that was sufficient to extract a small sob from her lips, knowing she was going to feel completely trapped and helpless again. Master Richard then hooked the 'D' ring of her shoes ankle straps to the device, confirming her suspicion that was what they were for. Before he even reached for her arms, Cindy reached back, offering her wrist cuffs to his waiting hands.

Somewhere below, Cindy heard an electric motor hum and felt her knees gradually pulled apart until she was completely exposed. The 'forced' vulnerability of the position sent an almost electric feel through her body, almost as if he was reinforcing his ownership of her body. Leaning over as she was, her breast hung like ripe fruit, waiting to be picked, while her bottom and sex were completely exposed, open, available and waiting to be use. For a moment the wild thought surged through her brain, that in this helpless position, Master Richard could bring in any number of men to avail themselves of her body and she was helpless to prevent them doing anything they wanted. Beat her, whip he, and use her pussy or ass as they wished. She suppressed the erotic thought and concentrated on what her Master was doing.

* * * * * *

For his part, Richard Masters stood back, admiring his latest prize, and what a beauty she was. Young, vibrant, beautiful and completely exposed and helpless. In a way he marveled at how quickly Cindy had succumbed to the temptation of bondage and servitude, remembering her recent act of submission by kneeling before him and willingly accepting his collar. That's she' already surrender to him hours before while in the embrace of the pulpit only added spice to her final act of submission. Now came the acceptance of her gift and her gradual decent into complete bondage. If treated right, she would accept that from now on, and maybe for the rest of her life she would be someone property, his he hoped for a very long time, but he'd hoped that before but it was not to be.

Picking up a small glass of amber liquid from the bookshelf he trailed his fingertip over her bottom and up her back, eliciting a shiver from her in response. Cindy lifted her head as he walked around in front of her and held the glass to her lips.

"Just a small aphrodisiac to help you relax, and sooth your throat." Cindy's brow furrowed in puzzlement but accepted the drink, slipping slowly. Master Richard took the glass over to the small bar and refilled the glass, but left it on the counter for later.

"Say thank you, Cindy."

"T... thank you Master." She tried to say, feeling her head spinning slightly, but the words wouldn't come out. 

She coughed to clear her throat which felt a little numb for some reason. She tried again, but could only whisper the words. She should have felt a little panicky at her inability to speak, but her head cleared and she felt strangely relaxed. Her eyes darted around the room for a moment, seeing thing brighter and clearer now. Whatever her Master had given her it felt as if her whole body was now more sensitive somehow. She could feel the cool air caressing her hot, wet pussy and how hard her nipples were as her Master fingers caressed them. Cindy moaned deep in her throat, looking down just in time to see him attached the first nipple clamp. She moaned again, partly in pain, and partly in pleasure feeling the pinch. He attached the second one, doubling the pain/pleasure sensation.

Sliding his hands over her pliant body he reached her smooth round bottom, the cheeks now spread open, exposing her virgin ass. He'd soon find out if her pussy as just as virgin very soon.

"My goodness, Cindy. You are so wet." He found her button, feeling her jerk in response. She couldn't help herself and began rotation her hip, wanting but unable to beg him to take her.

"I think we need to do something about this wetness Cindy."

"Yesssss." She managed to get out, but it wasn't the way she expected. Instead she felt him insert something into her virginia, and it wasn't his thumb or cock. Whatever it was it slid all the way inside, deep, probing, invading. Cindy jumped as she felt an inquisitive finger touch the ring of her ass, coating it with something cool.

"I think you need a companion to the one in your pussy, Cindy." She wanted to say no, but knew she was helpless to stop him. Something invaded her bottom, gently forcing the ring open. Whatever it was, it was only slightly painful, for which she was grateful. The pain increased a little as he slid the slim eight inch dildo all the way inside her bottom, pumping the button on the end to inflate and hold the dildo in place.

"Yes, that is so much better." Cindy felt herself blush to the roots of her hair as a spike of humiliation shot through her. She was at a loss to understand why he'd done that to her instead of just ravishing one or both of her holes. That was until she felt the vibration start.

"Oh god!" She managed to moan as her body responded. 

Mindlessly she fought against the restrains as the vibrations increased. Now her body was quivering as wave after wave of erotic pleasure surged through her. She moaned, squealed, and sobbed as the vibrations took over her body, driving her to the point of climax, but never enough to put her over. She lost count of time, lost in an orgy of intense pleasure. She knew this was wrong, that she shouldn't be letting him do this to her, but she didn't care any longer. Her body was his.

"Are you ready for your caning now, Cindy?" Her Master whispered in her ear. All she could do was nod. "Open your mouth my Cindy." Dreamily she opened her eyes only to discover that sometime recently her Master had undressed. He now stood before her, the tip of his cock inches from her face.

Cindy didn't have to think twice and opened her mouth. The wonderful erotic feeling washing over her, knowing she was about to do something she swore she never do. More than one boy has asked her to do that, some a little forcibly, but now she accepted the head of her Master's cock without a second thought.

"Wrap your pretty lips tightly around the shaft, Cindy and keep them there." She did as he slowly pumped his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. 

Lost on the waves of pleasure radiating from her pussy and ass she wondered how far he was going to put his eight inch cock. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat as the shaft forced her jaw open wide. At that point he only had half his cock in her mouth, but he didn't stop. His hips worked back and forth, driving it deeper and deeper into her mouth. Cindy knew she should be gagging and choking buy she wasn't. She moaned around his cock as gradually the shirt brown hair at the base moved closer and closer to her pouting lips. With a last quick thrust he was all the way in, half of his cock down her throat now.

"Ohhh yes." Now I can fuck your mouth properly. And he did. Cindy moaned and sucked, feeling his slip his cock all the way in and out. 

Desperately she breather through her nosed as he pumped it in deep, sucking a quick breath as he pulled out. She knew she should feel disgusted, violated by what he was doing to her, but she didn't. The feel of the smooth hot skin of his hard cock sliding between her wet lips was overwhelming. This was what she was meant for, pleasuring her Master with her loving mouth. She moaned as he pulled his cock out of her mouth, desperate to hold onto it while longer.

Breathing hard, he walked round behind her, his fingers releasing a slipping the vibrating dildo out of her ass. A small sob escape her throat, knowing what he was going to do next. His was going to violate her as, rape her in fact but she didn't care. Even as she felt the tip of his cock touch her relaxed ring, she thrust her hips back. She couldn't help but let out a muted squeal and the head of his cock penetrated her ass.

"Oh yes, squeal again you little bitch." Master Richard panted as he thrust into her.

She did, wanting to beg him to fuck her ass as hard as he could, but she knew that was wrong, and not what he wanted to hear.

"Please Master... don't fuck me there..." She squealed again as he thrust half his cock inside her.

"Oh yes. What a fucking little liar you are." He spanked her bottom then, hard, his hands slapping loudly on the white skin of her bottom. "Tell me, bitch! Let me here you say it."

"No... please... don't... I beg you." His hard slaps weren't even painful any more, no his huge cock forcing its way into her virgin ass.

"Lying little cunt. You want me to fuck your ass, don't you bitch?" His hand slapping her bottom only serve to drive her closer and closer to another climax.

"Please Master... I... I... Oh god yes! Fuck me Master, rape me." She begged at last, and he did, driving his cock all the way inside her.

Once inside he slowly fucked her in a way she could never imagine. Even knowing that men did this to girl's all the time, she never thought she'd ever let someone do something to horrible as fuck her ass. She was beyond thinking now. Whatever she thought before this moment didn't matter. Her Master was fucking her ass, and she loved every second. The feel of his huge cock sliding in and out was like a drug, wanting more and more. Cindy wiggles and danced on his shaft as she tried to get more and more of him inside her. His use of the vibrating dildo to open her up had served its purpose, preparing her to accept him inside her. She lost count of the number of times she climaxed and didn't care anymore. She was his cock whore now and would willing take his cock any where he wanted to put it.

If his ass fucking wasn't enough, his cock slamming into her virgin pussy was. Pain instantly turned to pleasure as he took possession of her pussy. Any last reserve Cindy had fled at that moment as he lovingly raped her. How long he fucked her cock staved pussy she never knew or cared, only that he drove her to an even more intense climax she'd ever had in her life. With one last squeal of total passion, she fainted as she felt his cock pulse, filling her cunt with his cream.

Cindy was only partially aware of him, releasing her and carrying her upstairs. She knew he bathes her, dried her body and carried her to his bed for the first time. She awake sometime during the night with a desperate need to pee, finding she was still wearing the wrist cuff and collar and nothing else. As it should be, she thought as she snuggled up to his warm body, his collar giving her a feeling of comfort and security unlike anything she'd ever felt before. I have no right to cover this body with anything other than what my Master gives me. Richard Master rolled over just then and took her into his arms, his hand slowly caressing her breasts and thighs as he softly kissed her neck. Cindy shivered slightly at that as slow happy tears filled her eyes as she slowly drifting back to sleep.

No matter what the future might bring, at this perfect moment she was the happiest girl in the world

THE END 



Cindy Ch. 05



Claire and I fucked six or seven times more that night. She even fell asleep on me with my cock still buried deep within her soaked pussy. I just kept on pounding away until I exploded inside her. Claire only moaned and pushed against me when I slipped my semi-hard cock into her ass and then whimpered a sigh before falling back to sleep.

Her soft sweet snoring touched my heart as I gently pumped my cock in and out of her asshole. We never got along, we actually hated each others guts but now as I looked down onto her sleeping face, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her, for what I couldn't say.

"Fuck....I'm falling in love with my sister, christ....the bitch was now my whore, sex on demand, anywhere, anytime......she's not my sister, she's my slut, my whore" I said to myself as I gave my sister's ass a few good powerful thrusts.

"Oowwww......aaaaaaahhhhh....jesus christ, where have you got your cock" Claire moaned lifting herself onto one arm, looking over her shoulder at me.

"Guess whore" I replied ramming my stiff cock back up into her ass.

"Ooowww christ, you're fucking my ass, I thought you were still fucking my cunt, not my ass, I wouldn't even let dad fuck me there" Claire said trying to push me away.

"DON'T" I growled pushing Claire onto her stomachbefore I rammed the entire length of my cock right up into her anal gavity.

"FUCKEN HELL......NO.....PLEASE........OH GOD NO PLEASE" Claire screamed into her pillow as I continued to ram my cock into her ass as hard as I could.

"Oh....please....Ryan....no...more....please.....oh....god....please" Claire moaned but instead of trying to push me off her, she now pushed her ass up into the air, meeting my thrusts as I plunged my cock harder and deeper into her sweet, hot anal passage.

"Tell me you want me to fuck your ass bitch" I grunted, pulling my sister back so she was now on her hands and knees.

"No fuck you......oooooohhhhhh jesus christ no" Claire moaned, her breathing getting more and more ragged.

"Say it bitch" I said giving her ass one powerful thrust.

"Ooooowwwww......okay,okay, fuck my ass Ryan, fuck my ass bastard" Claire yelled, ramming her ass onto my cock as I held onto her hips.

"Good girl" I moaned, feeling my hot load of cum building up inside my balls.

"Oh god......oh god....oh fucken hell.......OH FUCKEN HELL" Claire moaned and then screamed as her own orgasm ripped through her body.

The feeling of her hot juices splashing against my thighs was to much for me so I gave my sister's ass one more powerful thrust, burying my cock deep inside her anal.

"Oh god sis, I'm going to cum, oh fuck I'm cumming" I moaned pushing my cock even harder into Claire's ass.

"Cum....cum for.....cum for me pleaseeeeeeeee" Claire moaned cumming herself.

"Oh fucken hell sis, fuck you're tightttttttttttt"I moaned shooting my hot load of cum straight into her tight little ass.

"Fuck I feel it bro, I feel you cumming.....cum some more.....it feels good" Claire moaned pulling her ass away from me so that the tip of my cock sat just inside the opening of her ass.

I squirted two jets of cum into that dark little hole before Claire pushed back against me, burying my cock deep inside her again where I unloaded the rest of my load.

"Oh yes....oh nice and hot.....mmmmmm feels good" Claire purred as she pushed back and forth against me.

"For someone who didn't want me to fuck her ass, you seem to be loving it sis" I said slowly pulling my welting cock from her ass.

"Okay so I was wrong....fuck what an orgasm....fuck that was good, when can you fuck me like that again" Claire said cuddling up against me, pushing her ass hard against my semi-hard cock.

"Suck my cock clean and I'll think about it" I said sitting up in her bed.

Claire looked at me once before diving in between my legs. Claire then grabbed my cock with one hand and my balls in the other before sliding the entire length of my cock slowly down her throat. Oh god was she good. The sensations she was giving me were incredible and it didn't take very much time for my semi-erect cock to become as hard as a pole. Claire went absolutely crazy, licking every inch of my cock before taking it back down her throat. Her head bobbed up and down, gaining speed with every second. Both of us were moaning and groaning loudly. Claire placed my foot between her legs and massaged her soaked pussy against it. She was so hot. I could feel her pussy lips slide up and down the length of my foot. My big toe even slipped into her soaked cunt when I bent it forward.

"I hope your going to swallow every drop of my cum bitch".

Claire stop in mid suck and just looked up and smiled at me before she pushed my cock all the way back down her throat again. Was she going to swallow or was she going to waste my precious cum, only time would tell and by the way she was sucking me off, I knew I was going to last very long.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM........oh god not again.......not again......ooooohhhhhh fuck me" Claire moaned squeezing hard on my manhood as she ground her pussy against my foot.

"Oh fuck.....oh fuck.....oh shit.....hummmmmmmm.......fuck me" Claire moaned as she pushed against my foot as I pushed back, trying to slip my big toe back into her hot very soaked pussy.

"Oh god....that was intense.....for that....I will swallow for you, just this once, I really don't like the taste of cum but since you've made me cum so much tonight, I can afford too." Claire said pumping her hand up and down the shaft of my cock before impaling her mouth with it.

Oh god what a sight she was. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock so fast and her mouth gripped my cock so tightly, it was absolutely impossible for me not to cum. Claire knew I couldn't hold back anymore and grabbed my balls with her other hand and squeezed them gently, forcing my cum up into the shaft of my cock. I think I lasted for about two or three minutes longer before finally I couldn't hold back and fired my load into her mouth. I just held onto her head as load after load filled her mouth. I could see her cheeks expand as she tried to keep up, swallowing as hard as she could.

"Very good sis, suck every drop out of my cock, drink it all down......very good......now how does that feel" I said as i watched my sister suck the gland of my cock as her hand pumped up and down the shaft, squeezing out every last drop.

"Very filling, no wonder you've got big balls, none of the other guys I've sucked off as ever blown a load that big at me before" Claire said smiling at me as she licked the last drop of cum off of my cock.

"Plenty more where that came from and I expect you to swallow every last drop, whether it's in your mouth or in another girls cunt, got it" I said grabbing a hand of full of her hair and giving it a slight tug.

"Yes I got it, you don't have to be rough".

"You like it rough so don't complain or I'll bend you over my knee and give you something to complain about".

"Like what" Claire said kissing me affectionately on the lips.

"A sore ass and that's before I fuck you sore" I replied grabbing a handful of tit and giving it a squeeze, pinching her stiff nipple between my fingertips.

"I'd enjoy that wouldn't you.....are you finished fucking me so I can get some sleep at least or am I going to be up all night getting my brains fucked out" Claire said wrapping her arms and legs around my body at the same time as she pushed the hottest cunt onto my weary cock.

"Sleep I think, to tell you the truth I'm a little fucked myself....literally" I replied sliping my still semi-hard back into my sister pussy before laying back on the bed with her in my arms.

*************

"A-hem...good morning you two" Mum said waking us both up from our well needed sleep.

"Aaaagggghhh, what time is it" I asked looking up over Claire's shoulder to see what time it was.

"10:30am.....do you two need to tell me something or do I need to quess" mum said looking down at our semi-covered naked bodies.

It was very cold last night so I asked Ryan to sleep with me to keep me warm" Claire replied giving out a fake shiver before she pushed herself against me. Some where during the night Claire must of hopped off me and cuddled herself back against me because my stiff cock was firmly planted inside her hot cunt so I pushed against her, burying my cock all the way inside her just to let her know it was hard again. Claire moaned but made it look like she was moaning about the cold chill in the air as she pulled the blanket up over her naked tits. Mum must of known something was up, mainly me inside my sister hot pussy because she raised her eyebrows at us as she looked from Claire's stiff nipples and firm breasts to her face before looking at me.

"Where's dad" Claire asked mum as she slid back and forth along the shaft of my cock ever so slightly, thrusting back hard as mum sat down on the side of the bed.

"He's probaly out jerking himself off, thinking about the young blonde bimbo he picked up at the bar last night" Mum said ignoring us as she made herself comfortable.

Mum even ignored the fact that my hands were cupping my sister's tits as I gently massaged them. What really surprised me was the the fact Claire moaned openly as she pumped her pussy back and forth along my cock, her strokes getting longer and more forceful as she thrust against me as mum told us about dad's escapades at the bar.

"Your father is an absolute dick head, he knew he wasn't going to score with Michelle, she's got two kids and isn't interested men, did your father listen, no, he just had to made a pass at her and get his face slapped, right in front of everyone, how embarrassing, god I don't know why I married that man, i really don't" mum said taking her daughters hand in hers.

You could really see that Claire was on her way to having an orgasm by the she was moaning and thrusting against me, burying my cock right up inside her and by the way she squeezed mum's hand, bending over a little bit more and laying her head on mum's lap as mum continued to chat away, not taking any notice of us. What really surprised was when Claire let out a loud groan and nearly ram her hand up inside mum's skirt. Mum just pulled Claire's hand out from beneath her skirt and patted it before combing strands of hair away from my sister's eyes. I couldn't control myself anymore and bent my sister over some more so that when I started to pound my cock in and out of Claire's pussy, the blanket slipped away from the waist to expose my mine and my sister's lower half. Mum just watched in a trance as I rammed my cock in and out of my sister's hot tight little cunt. She even raised her eyebrows when she caught sight of how big my cock was compaired to dads.

God you should of seen her face when I finally did blow after Claire's second orgasm. Mum practically jumped off the bed when I pulled my cock out of my sister's pussy and fired a hot streaming load up Claire's body and onto mum's arm and lap, getting some of the load on Claire's face while the rest of it landed on mum's skirt.

"You two get yourselves dressed while I go make some breakfast after I clean this mess off my clothes.......I didn't really need to quess, just don't go blabbing it around that you two are having sex, there's already enough rumours floating around about us already" Mum said as she got up from the bed and stood at the door before leaving to go down to the kitchen.

"I suppose you won't be my whore now now that mum knows about us two" I asked.

"I'll still let you fuck me when ever you want but you'll have to fuck me when I want it too now.....deal" Claire said squeezing the rest of my cum out of my cock and onto her hand before licking it into her mouth and swallowing it.

"I like sex and your cock is very satisfying, to my pussy and ass and to meso hurry up and get up, I'm starved" Claire said hurrying to pull up her knickers as she searched on floor for the rest of her clothes.

"Claire, tell me something......did you manage to feel mum's pussy when you slipped your hand up between her legs.

"Yes.....and to keep your imagination running.....she didn't have any panties on and she was wet so she must of enjoyed watching you fuck me" Claire said slipping on a shirt and pulling it down over her perky firm breasts.

*********

All through breakfast, I couldn't keep my eyes off mum. I knew she knew I was watching her because every now and the she would blush when she caught me stearing at her. Since I sat across from her, I accidently dropped my knife or my fork onto the floor so i would have to bend down and pick it up.

Sure enough, Claire was right. Mum wasn't wearing any knickers at all. I had two or three excellent views of her pussy. Once I even saw her juices between her pussylips, making them glisten and shine before she slowly closed her legs, cutting off my view. When I had sat back up, both mum and Claire had smiles on their faces but didn't say a word as we continued having breakfast.

"Get a good view....I told you she didn't have any panties on" Claire whispered as mum went up the stairs to have a shower.

"I wouldn't mind fucking that pussy.....I caught a glimpse of her juices.....man it would be great to fuck my own mother" I said turning Claire around on her seat and unbuttoning her pants.

"Mum will hear us" Claire said lifting her ass up off the chair as I pulled her jeans down to her ankles.

"So we'll cum quietly, anyway I don't think mum will mind if we came loudly either.

We both giggled as we pulled each other together. Claire put one of her legs onto the table and grabbed my cock and lead it to her pussy. I gave her one good powerful thrust, burying my cock deep inside her pussy. Claire gave out a loud moan as she began to grind her hot pussy onto my cock as I held it deep within her.

"Oh god you don't know how good this feels.....dad's cock always shrunk half in between him fucking me......oh god this is good" Claire purred as i began to pump my cock in and out of her pussy.

As I was happily pounding my sister's cunt, mum came down the stairs and stopped right next to us and watched as my cock slid in and out of her daughter's pussy. She even reached down and touched claire's stiff clit causing Claire to gasp and moan, sending her off on a voilent orgasm. That of course was enough to make me cum, shooting my load deep into Claire's pussy. When I pulled out, mum's finger went straigth to her daughter's hot little pussy, scooping two fingers into Claire's pussylips and coming out with finger fulls of my cum. Both Claire and I smiled as we watched mum lick her fingers clean, sucking my cum into her mouth.

"So how does it taste mum" Claire asked plunging two finger of her own into her hot pussy and licked and sucked my cum off them.

"Very nice...better than your fathers....are you still letting him fuck you when he thinks I'm asleep" mum asked straight out.

"Not anymore now that I have Ryan....His cock is much bigger and longer than dads" Claire answered flatly.

"You must be pretty tight to even feel if his cock is inside you or you've got good muscle control" mum said as she plunged her finger back into her daughter's cunt to scoop out more of my cum.

"Mmmmmmm.......Muscle control" Claire moaned when mum kept her fingers inside her daughter's pussy a little bit longer.

They both acted as if I wasn't there so I just sat back at the table and watched them both. Man what a sight to see. My sister, her legs spread wide with her knickers and jeans around her ankle. One leg on the table while the other one dangled in mud-air. My mother standing between those spraed legs, fishing out my cum from her daughters hot dripping cunt. Licking and sucking on those fingers as her daughter did the same to herself. Both of them talking as if it was just another day.

"You should really feel Ryan's cock inside your pussy mum, it would be better than dad's little cock and so much forefilling, we both know how unsatisfied you are with dad so why don't you give it a go" Claire said breaking me out of my trance.

Mum took one look at me and smiled.

"Maybe later dear, we don't want to wear him out before bed time now do we" mum said as she reached down and took my semi-hard cock in her hand.

She ran her finger over the eye of my cock, spreading precum over the gland. Now she did something that took me absolutely by surprise. She bent down and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth and gently sucked on it. I thought I was going to blow right and then. It was better than I had ever dreamed. Mum even came back up licking her lips.

"There was still some cum in there" Mum said giving my cock a couple of gentle tugs.

"He shoots one hell of alot of cum thats for sure, I had a hard time swallowing a load of it this morning.....hope you got that on film" Claire said as she pulled her knickers back up around her waist.

"I always video my sexual encounters" I replied smiling at my sister.

"Do you have many adult only films" mum asked me as she turned Claire around and pulled the seam of her knickers out from between her ass cheeks.

"A few" I replied pulling my own pants up.

"Any of me" mum asked enquiringly.

"Yes" I replied blantly, not caring anymore about secrets in the house.

"Can I see them" Mum said turning on me with her hands on her hips.

"Only if you let me feel your pussy, inside and out" I said taking the plunge.

I never told her about the night I had finger fucked her in her sleep and made her cum. Mum stared at me in more surprise than shock. I think she thought I would never ask but she was wrong. I had wanted to feel more of my mother's hot pussy ever since that first night I discovered dad was having sex with his daughter, Claire.

"Okay since you let me touch and suck on yours, I'll let you touch mine" mum said after a little while.

I opened the bottom of mum's knee length robe and put my hand inside. Mum instantly parted her legs and stood still. It was heaven as I gently glided my fingertips over the soft skin of her pussy. I could feel the heat being generated by her. I ventured further and parted her pusylips with two of my fingers before I slowly and carefully inserted my two middle fingers. Mum breathed in and her pussy muscles tightened around fingers as I pulled them further into mum's hot cunt.

"Mmmmmmm big fingers" mum moaned holding onto the side of the table as I began to pump my fingers in and out of mum's cunt.

"Can't let you have all the fun" Claire said slipping her hand up the back of mum's robe.

Mum gasped and I felt a finger slide into mum but it wasn't in her pussy. Claire had parted mum's ass cheeks and slipped a finger into her ass. Now mum was really moaning as her son and her daughter pumped their fingers in and out of her pussy and her ass at the same time.

"Oh yes....Oh yes....OH FUCKEN HELL YES" mum cried out as Claire and I went hell for leather, ramming our fingers in and out of mum's pussy and ass.

I knew mum wanted more since she didn't stop us when she had her first orgasm so we carried on. By the second orgasm, mum was holding onto my shoulder and the table tightly, placing her leg up onto the chair that Claire vacated so she could kneel behind mum and finger fuck her ass. By the third orgasm, mum was delirious, her eyes were glassy and she was sweating profusely. By the forth orgasm, mum's legs were starting to give way. Claire and I were getting tired so we gave mum one more orgasm, this time instead of crying out, she just wailed and whimpered, sagging into the chair only when Claire and I took our fingers out of her body. I couldn't resist the tempation to dive my face into her pussy as she sat in the chair with her legs spread wide.

"Oh son.....oh yes....suck mummy's pussy.....oh that's the way.....oh yes" mum moaned as I licked and sucked at her clit and pussy lips, driving my tongue deep into her hole which made her moan even more.




Cindy Ch. 05



"I want some too" Claire moaned pushing me out of the way so she could dive her face into mum's pussy as well.

"Give me your cock son" mum moaned pulling me up beside her and tugged at my pants to release my stiff cock.

I took one more look at Claire who was greedily licking and sucking at mum's pussy before I helped mum pull my pants down to my knees. Mum then moaned and purred when she grabbed my cock and started to kiss it all over like it was a long lost lover.

"Oh son what a big cock you have.....very big.....so hard too....my cunt is going to enjoy having this big piece of meat inside it....oh so big" Mum purred pushing the entire length of my cock into her mouth and right down her throat.

Mum was in heaven. She spread her legs as wide as she could and held onto Claire's head, moaning and shuddering as she bobbed her head up and down my cock. I grabbed handfuls of mum's hair and held her head still so I could pump my cock in and out of her mouth. Mum took me fucking her mouth like a pro. She wrapped her arm around my waist and grabbed my ass and squeezed, massaging my ass cheeks as I pushed my cock all the way down her throat until her nose was buried in my pubic hair, holding it there until mum patted my ass cheeks, indicating she needed to breath. Mum waved my hand away and went back to sucking, bobbing her head back and forth along the shaft of my cock even faster than before.

"Mmmmm.....mmmmm.......mmmmmm.......ggggggggrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaahhhhhhh" mum moaned bucking her hips on her daughter's face, pushing Claire's head hard against her pussy.

"Fuck me.....fuck my pussy......fuck me hard and fast son......I need to feel you inside me.....don't worry about cumming inside me, it's alright......just fuck me........Claire come up here love......let mummy taste that sweet little pussy of yours.....come here baby" mum moaned pushing me between her spread legs while she pulled Claire up to her face.

Since Claire had only her knickers on, mum pulled herself down a bit on the chair as Claire straddled her chest, grabbing mum's head and pulling it towards her pussy. Mum pulled the side of CLaire's knickers aside and instantly started to lick and suck at her daughter's pussy. It was amazing to see mum eating pussy. This was the first time I had ever seen mum with her face in another woman cunts.

Instead of jumping between mum's legs and fucking her like mad, i ran up to my room and grabbed my big video record and the tri-pod and a blank tape and headed back to the kitchen where mum was finger fucking herself as she continued to eat her daughter's pussy. Both of them were moaning and groaning loudly.

It only took me a couple of seconds to set everything up and have the video recording. I made sure I had the right angle so I wouldn't miss a thing. I stood next to mum's head and pushed my cock in between her face and Claire's pussy. Mum instantly took my cock into her mouth and sucked it back to full hardness again before I moved in between mum's legs and slowly feed my big cock into her cunt. Mum moaned even louder, lifting her ass off the chair as I pushed my cock deeper into her pussy. God she was tight, even though mum was as wet as hell, she was tight.

"OH GOD SON.......YES PUSH THAT BIG COCK INSIDE ME.....OH FUCKEN HELL YES" mum cried out as I pushed harder, ramming my cock into the hottest, tightest cunt I had ever fucked.

I showed mum no mercy as I rammed my cock in and out of her pussy. Mum ripped Claire's knickers down to her knees and pushed her head harder into my sister's cunt. Claire moaned even louder as she held onto mum's head with one hand as she lifted her T-shirt up to expose to her tits to give them a firm massage, pulling hard at her erect nipples. As I continued to thrust my cock in and out of mum's cunt, I saw mum snaking her hand between Claire's legs and slide two fingers in between her ass cheeks

"OH FUCK MUM" Claire cried out raising herself onto her toes as mum pushed her fingers into her daughter's ass.

Claire swayed back and forth as mum pumped her fingers in and out of Claire's ass, keeping in time with me pumping my cock in and out of her pussy. Claire reached down and grabbed one of mum's tits and massaged the soft flesh, pulling at mum's stiff nipples as she tilted her head back and wailed out her orgasm. Claire shuddered and jerked as mum continued to suck and lick at her pussy, sucking Cliare's clit in and out of her mouth, pushing her fingers deeper into Claire's asshole.

Mum was the next one to cum, squealing and moaning but never letting go of her daughter's pussy with her mouth.

"MMMMMM......AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHH....OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH" mum moaned and groaned reaching out with her free hand to pull my head down to her firm breasts, feeding one of her stiff nipples into my mouth as she ground her hot cunt onto my cock.

After mum had calmed down from her orgasm, she pulled her fingers out of Claire's ass. Claire slumped onto the floor and laid there, one hand still massaging her tits while the other hand slowly massaged her dripping pussy. I watched as Claire slowly slid her fingers in and out of her pussy, her juices glistening on her fingers. Mum held my head to her breasts as I pumped my cock in and out of her hot pussy while I listened to her heart beat quickly pumping inside her chest.

"Cum inside me son......" Mum whispered kissing the top of my head.

"I'll cum inside you alright mum.....inside your ass" I said quickly pulling my cock out of her pussy and placing the tip of the gland hard against the opening of her ass.

Before mum could protect or stop me, I pushed my cock inside her asshole. Her cunt might of been tight but her ass was even tighter. Mum pread her legs as wide as she could and gripped the sides of the chair as I held onto her hips and pushed my cock slowly up into her anal passage. Mum threw her head back and wailed as I feed every inch of my manhood into her ass. Mum then humphed and groaned, moaned and whimpered as I began pumping my cock in and out of her ass. I lifted up her right leg to my shoulder so the camera had a clear view of my cock appearing and disappearing into mum's ass.

"Ever...been....fucked....in...the.....ass....before....mum" I moaned as I fucked her ass faster.

To my surprise mum nodded her head as she kept her eyes vocused on my cock sliding in and out of her ass.

"Yes.....and.....I.....love....it....harder....son....fuck....me....harder" mum panted as she smiled up at me.

And that's what I did. I rammed my cock in and out of her ass, trying desperately to hold back on the orgasm that was busting to get out. Luckily mum arched her back and pushed against, meeting my thrusts halfway as she cried out her orgasm.

"AAAAAARRRRRRRRHHHHH.....OH FUCK ME SON.....FUCK MY ASS.....FUCK ME....FUCK ME" mum cried as I felt her juices soak my pubic hairs as they came in contact with her hot pussy.

Now I really couldn't help myself from cumming and rammed my cock as deep as I could into mum's ass, firing my load into her hot anal passage.

"Oh god son, that's feel so good, yes, oh yes, that's the way, squirt more cum inside me, oh that feels so hot" mum moaned reaching down between us to grip my cock with two of her fingers, stroking them back and forth along the shaft as I continued to unload my hot load of cum inside her.

"Fuck mum your ass was tight....your ass was the tightest I had ever fucked and I've fucked a few ass's before I'll tell you" I said pulling my cock out of her ass as I pulled a chair towards me.

"Thanks son, I'll remember that" mum said smiling at me as she slowly ran her fingers over her asshole, spreading my cum that was leaking her ass over her hot pussy.

"Whore, get up and leave yourself along and clean us" I ordered giving Claire's foot a gentle kick.

Claire was off the floor in a flash, grabbing my cock and sucking it into her mouth. Claire took turns from bobbing her head up and down on my cock to licking and sucking on mum's pussy and ass, even driving her tongue up into mum's asshole to lick my cum out.

"Surprising to see you've got your sister trained so fast as your sex slave especially since you two have fought and argued ever since I can remember.....when did this all start" mum moaned enjoying the effects Claire's tongue was having on her.

"Ever since I caught dad fucking her and I've got the tape to prove it" I said as Claire moved back to sucking and licking at my now wilted manhood.

"Show me later but right now I think it's time we all went for a shower" mum said standing up.

I had to hold back laughing as I watched mum sway back and forth on the heels of her feet and balance herself against the table as her legs nearly gave way from beneath her.

"It's been a long time since I've been fucked like that, that's for sure" mum said letting her robe slide off her shoulders and fall in a heap onto the floor.

"Get rid of dad and you'll be fucked like that and more every night from now on" I said jokingly.

"When your father walks through that door, he'll be walking straight back out of it that's way I came home early" mum said walking slowly out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the bathroom.

Both Claire and I watched mum walk out of the kitchen, her tits bounced slight as she walked and her ass cheeks giggled. You could even see some of my cum in between the crack of her ass and down her thighs.

"Mum's finally kicking dad out" Claire said as she stood up and pulled her torn knickers up around her waist.

"Looks like it......more pussy for me....don't worry I'll satisfy your needs for sex and mum's too, I promise" I said pulling her onto my lap and kissing her deeply.

Claire melted into me and kissed me back with a burning need that I now quenched. She even moaned quietly and kissed me harder as I reached up into her shirt and massaged her breasts, squeezing her nipples gently.

"I want you to fuck me every night and every day.....remember I'm your whore....and mum's too if your not around....I'll satisfy both of you so please, please promise you'll never leave me wanting" Claire whimpered as she wrapped her arms around my neck and held me tightly.

"Don't worry sis, as long as you spread those lovely thighs of yours, you'll always have my cock inside that little pussy of yours" I said sliding my hand into her torn knickers.

Claire spread her legs slightly and kissed me again as I slipped two fingers inside her hot pussy. I don't know how long Claire and I were kissing as I finger fucked her but I know I was a hard as rock again when mum came back down the stairs.

"Come on you too, break it up and go get showered, we can all have some fun later, right now I've got to tidy this house up" mum said taking my hand out of Claire's knickers so she could suck my sister's juices off my fingers.

"Oh mum I love you" Claire said jumping up into mum's arm and kissing her deeply.

"I'll have my shower first before someone runs us out of hot water" I said leaving mum and Claire kissing madly.

************

Claire was still in shower when I came back down into the kitchen after putting away all my camera gear and storing the video away in my wall safe with all the rest of my video tapes.

"Mum, how come you didn't get mad at Claire and me this morning when you caught us in bed together, us must of known we were having sex" I asked when I walked up behind mum and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"I wanted too but I remembered how your aunt Lenna and uncle John felt and the hiding they got from my father when they were caught having sex, they were so in love with each other, so madly in love, no-one could seperate them, the rest of my brother's and sister's tried but no matter how many boys and girls we threw at Lenna and John, they were always in each others bed at night" mum said turning around to hug me back.

"What ever happened to them, the last time we saw them was at that christmas party we had and that turned out to be a desaster" I said pulling the back of mum's skirt up to her ass so I could slip a finger inside her knickers.

"When dad found them together, he beat them both with his belt as they lay in each others arms naked, it took all of us to pull him off them and drag him out of the house, John and Lenna left shortly after that and stayed with an aunt until they married and settled down together, now their happily married with two beautiful kids like you and Claire......a little to the left....ah right there" mum said as she kissed me gently on lips as my finger gently massaged her clit.

"Incest seems to part of our family history then" I said pulling up the front of mum's skirt and pulled her knickers down her thighs.

"Yes it seems that way" mum replied as she quickly unbutton my pants, pulling out my cock which was as hard as rock and slipping it into her hot pussy.

Mum and I rocked toward as we held each other, my cock only moving an inch or so in and out of her pussy. Mum's vagina muscles tightened and loosened around my cock as we slowly fucked each other. I never knew a woman had that much control over her internal muscles. It felt like she was milking my cock and this was from the woman who gave birth to me.

"Oh son...." mum whispered kissing my neck as I slipped my finger into her ass.

You couldn't even tell that mum and I were fucking as we stood there. The only indication that something was up was that I had mum skirt up around her waist and her knickers were half way down her thighs, plus the fact that I had my hand on her ass and two fingers now inside her asshole. Even when Claire had walked into the kitchen, she walked right past us and made us a cup of coffee. Claire did run her hands over mine and mums asses as she walked around to get the cups from the cupboard and then pulled mum's top up to suck on her stiff nipple when she went to the fridge to get the milk. After she had put the cups of coffee on the table, she sat down and watched us.

"Oh son.....I'm about to cum" mum whispered in my ear as she bounced against me, driving my cock deeper into her pussy.

"So am I mum.....you're making me cum too" I moaned feeling the load of cum building up inside my balls.

"Don't worry.....cum inside my cunt this time.....I want it inside me.....nnnnooooowww" mum moaned.

The feeling of her juices running all over my cock was enough to set me off.

"Oh god mum.....I'm cumming....fuck I'm cummmiiiinnngggg" I moaned shooting my load inside my mother hot cunt.

"Oh god son....shoot that load inside me....oh fuck yeah, fill my pussy son.....it's been so long....oh god that feels so good" mum moaned pushing me hard against as the last of my load fired up into her vagina.

*********

The rest of the day the three of us just lounged around the house. Mum and Claire desided to go without wearing any knickers and now wore skirts so whenever I felt horny, all I had to do was part their legs and plunge my cock into their pussies.

"Haven't you had enough of me son" Mum said parting her legs at the same time as pulling her skirt up to her waist.

"As long as you keep parting your legs, I'll have my cock buried inside your pussy mum" I said sliding my cock easily into her hot drench cunt.

"Oh son.......I love you" mum moaned thrusting her pussy up onto my cock meeting my download plunge.

"I love you too mum but right now my cock loves you even more" I said pumping my cock in and out of her hot box.

"Where's.....Claire" mum moaned as she helped me to pull up her shirt.

"Asleep.....over.....there" I moaned when I felt mum's pussy muscles clamp thightly around my cock.

"Fucked.....into.....oblivion" mum giggled as she feed one of her stiff nipples into my mouth.

"Oh....I....remember....when....you...were..a...baby.....never....wanted to.....give...up....on....sucking...my.....nipples" mum moaned as she started to really thrust against me, driving my cock ever deeper into that hot sweet pussy of hers.

Mum and I fucked hard and fast. Her cumming twice and heading onto her thrid orgasm when I finally blew another load of cum inside her drench cunt.

"You're going to wear me and make me sore if you keep coming over to me and fucking my poor sore pussy" mum whispered as she held me tightly against her.

I knew I should give my cock a rest as well as mum and Claire pussies, even I was getting a little sore but just thinking about them gave me a hard-on that desperately needed release.

"You needed it just as bad as Claire and I, just think, men all over the world would give their lives just to have a older and a younger woman to fuck twenty four hours a day".

"Yes true but being a nymhomaniac is pretty hard, needing sex twenty four hours a day is pretty hard for a guy to handle, just look at your father, he use to be pretty good, gave it to me whenever I wanted it but now he won't even do that, that's part of the reason why I didn't get mad with you fucking your sister, she's a nympho just like me, it's going to be hard on her, wanting all the time, going without it for days and going crazy when she does.......".

"Claire's a nympho.....is that why she gave herself willing to me, she needs sex".

"Yes son, just like me so don't be in too much of a hurry to fuck us whenever you, we actually need you......I was thinking of asking you to make love to us.....especially me" mum said surprising me.

"You didn't need to ask, all you had to do was join me in my bed and you could of had as much sex as you wanted".

"That's why I let you finger fuck me, I knew you and Claire were still awake plus I wanted to show you what you were going to get if I let you fuck me......do you still have the video of me finger fucking myself" mum said as I slowly withdrew my cock from her cum soaked pussy.

"So it was all just a game to get me to fuck you" I said feeling a little disappoint that I had secrets that I couldn't use against mum to get her to fuck me.

"Yes and no.....you're fucking Claire and I now though aren't you, I am sorry I tricked you but I needed this day to happen, I was getting desperate son please understand, I needed this to happen" mum said gently taking my limp cock in her hand and bending to kiss and lick it.

To say the least, I was hurt. I had always been the one to dominate my woman. Now I had this overwhelming feeling that I was the one being dominated. Dominated by mum and Claire. They were sex crazed nymphomaniacs and I was now their sex slave not the other way round.

I was going to say something but mum and I heard that old familiar sound of dad's car pulling into the driveway, his brakes squealing as he came to a full stop inside the built-in garage.

"Fuck the bastards home early, I wanted us to spend our first night together in my king sized bed....the three of us" mum said kissing my limp cock one last time before pushing it back into my pants.

"Go keep your sister calm son, this will be probaly messy" mum said as she walked into the kitchen to awaited dad's arrival.

I crawled in behind Claire on the second couch and pulled the blanket up over our waist so dad could see that Claire had her skirt up around her waist and wasn't wearing any knickers. My cock instantly got hard when the heat from my sister's ass penetrated my cotton pants. I pulled my cock out and slipped it easily into Claire's soaked pussy. Claire moaned in her sleep and pressed hard against me, pushing my still cock all the way into her cunt.

"Hi honey I'm home" dad said greeting mum in the kitchen.

What came next was very messy indeed. The first thing I heard was mum slapping dad across the face, which instantly woke Claire.

"Dad's home and mum's on the war path with him" I whispered into my sister's ear.

Claire and I lay very still as we listened to mum and dad fight in the kitchen. Dad had no defense as mum threw everything from him having sex with his daughter to forcing his daughter to having sex with other men and woman, practically using his daughter as a sex slave for his perversion. Mum then attacked as a man and belittled him. Claire even began to cry with the things mum was saying.




Cindy Ch. 05



Then we heard it. The slap. The deadly quiet that followed. And then the apology by dad, begging mum's forgiveness.

Another slap but time it was from mum.

"Get out of this house and never come back, how dear you hit me".

"Slap".

"But honey I love you please don't do this.....".

"Slap"

"I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT......if you ever come back here or step within one foot of this street, I'll have the cops onto you so fast it'll make your head spin".

That was when dad tried to sweet talk his way out of the situation he got himself into.

"How about one last fuck before I go.....I'll fuck you so hard you'll never want me to leave" dad said trying to use mum's sexual lust against her.

"Okay Harvey.......I want it right here" mum said walking right into the lounge.

Mum pulled up her skirt and laid on the floor right in front of Claire and I. Her naked pussy stared at both of us.

"Come on, you want to have one last fuck, I want it right here, right now" mum said temping dad.

"But honey the kids don't need to see this, why don't we go to bed and descuss it in our own bed" dad said looking at Claire before he noticed I was on the couch with her.

"Why Harvey, your daughter's already seen your half pint cock, why not show your son how small you are, he's probaly laugh about how big you are to his friends and give them some amusement, so hurry up Harvey, you know how I hate being kept waiting" Mum said sliding her fingers into her hot pussy.

Dad didn't know what to do. Here was his son and daughter laying on the couch while mum was lying on the floor finger fucking herself and temping dad to perform for us. Dad didn't mind having his daughter preform for him with other men and woman but he was very hestitant about preforming for his me and Claire.

"Get out and don't come back, we never want to see you again, ever Harvey" mum said jumping up off the floor and pushing dad back into the kitchen.

Watching mum finger fuck herself had made Claire and I very horny. Claire pushed against driving my renewed hard-on back up into her pussy. I in turn, pushed against her, meeting her thrusts halfway. Claire was whimpering and moaning when we heard mum and dad fight for the last time in the garage which was soon followed by dad peeling rubber down the driveway.

"Oh god Ryan, fuck me......fuck me hard" Claire was moaning when mum came back into the house.

"I see you two waited for your father to leave first before you decided to go back to fucking each other" mum said pulling the blanket off us.

"Seeing you finger fucking yourself made us both hot" I said pulling Claire onto me so that I was now lying on my back with my sister's on top of me.

"I'll be doing alot of that from now on so get use to it" mum said sitting down next to us.

"Oh mum lick my pussy.....suck my clit" Claire moaned reaching up for mum's head.

Mum let Claire grabbed her head and pull her face down to her hot cunt.

"Oh god yes" Claire moaned as mum mouth came in contact with Claire's pussy and clit.

As I lay there with my sister's cunt sliding up and down the shaft of my cock, mum's tongue slid up and over my cock and Claire's pussy. Claire pumped her pussy wildly up and down on my cock that mum to hold onto her hips as she sucked heavily on her daughter's clit.

"Oh......god.....oh....god.....I'm cum.....cum.....I'm cummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg" Claire moaned sitting up so that my cock was now as deep as it could be buried inside her hot pussy.

"Oh god this is getting intense" Claire moaned as she rocked back and forth on my cock.

"It's going to get even more intense my loving whore" mum said kissing Claire deeply.

When it was my turn to cum, mum pulled my cock out of Claire's hot pussy and sucked on the gland until I blew my entire load into her mouth. Mum swallowed my entire load and kept on sucking until she had drain me dry.

"I'm going to bed, I'm to tired" Claire said rolling herself off me and stagged toward the stairs and up to her bedroom.

"Looks like it's just you me" mum said cuddling up against me.

I knew what she wanted so I pulled up the back of her skirt while mum slowly stroked my cock, making it stiff again.

"Ready for round two honey" mum said placing my cock at the entrance to herpussy.

"Always ready mum" I replied thrusting my cock hard into mum's cunt.

"Oh....forceful little bastard aren't you.....and by the way, I know how many times you've cum today so you don't have to cum if you don't want too......or can't" mum said giggling as she pumped her pussy onto my cock.

It felt wonderful to have mum's ass smacking onto my stomach as she fucked my cock with her pussy. After a while mum turned me onto my back by rolling us over so she was on top of me. She then sat up and braced herself on my thighs and rocked back and forth on my cock. Her cunt muscles squeezed and released my cock like a vice as she slowly bounced up and down on my manhood. Even if I didn't want to cum, I knew I was going too, there was no mistake about that.

"Oh god son, I wish.....oooohhhh I wish I had your cock yesterday.....boy I needed a good fuck then.....so many boys, did one of them come and ask me for a fuck.....nope and do you know why son...they all had their girlfriends with them that's why......to many girls.....not enough boys son.....not enough boys" mum moaned as she bounced up and down on my cock.

"Oh mum......your pussy feels.....so good".

"Cunt....son....cunt....my...cunt....always.....feels....goooooooooddddddd" mum moaned as she impaled herself time after time onto my pole.

"Do you love my cunt son....do you love it when your cock is buried deep in my cunt....I love when your cock is buried in my cunt son" mum moaned as she now plunged herself up and down on top of me, my cock appearing and dis appearing in and out of her hot wet cunt, the slip slopping noises getting louder and louder.

The vice like grip mum's pussy had on my cock was incredible and sorry to say, I didn't last. Mum just kept on pounding my cock in and out of her pussy as my load of cum was shooting itself into her hot cunt. Mum just giggled, looking over her shoulder at me as I just lay there as she ground her soaked pussy on top of my cock.

"You know......I felt that......don't you son" mum said now rotating on top of me.

"Couldn't help it......your cunts to hot......and too tight: I replied smiling back at her.

"Don't worry.......it won't be long now.....just a little....bit.....longer......nowwwwwww" mum moaned grinding her pussy harder onto my cock, her juices exploding all over my manhood.

"Ooooohhhhh god, what a cock you've got......a wonderful, beautiful cock......I am going to enjoy having you fuck me whenever I want.....and whenever you want too" mum said afterwards.

"Anytime" I said as mum slowly pulled herself off me.

"Anytime, anywhere son" mum said sitting beside me.

I watched as mum lovingly held my cock and began to kiss and lightly suck on it. She was so gentle, so loving, that it was hard to believe that a woman could be so grateful to something so simple as a man's penis.

"You look tired son.....have a rest and get some sleep.....I'll clean this big toy of yours my love" mum said as she sucked my cock.



Cindy Ch. 06



I woke to the sound of a strangers voice and the feel of a sleder hand that was running up and down the length of cock.

"Go ahead, feel free to have a good feel, my boys to tired to wake up, he's been fucking me and Claire all day, the randy bastard" mum said somewhere off to my right.

I decided to keep my eyes closed, just to see what mum was up to.

"Oh god it's so big" the female voice said. "How could you fit such a large penis like this inside you".

Whoever this female was, her voice was full of surprise as well as shock, not to mention praise for mum.

"Just like I said, at first it wasn't easy, to tell you truth, it hurt like hell but you get use to it, I won't need dad anymore that's for sure" I heard Claire say.

"And I always thought you hated your brother" the female said.

"Hell no, ever since I saw Ryan naked at the age of fifteen, standing in front of the mirror admiring himself, I've been in love with him....and that big cock of his" Claire said surprising the hell out of me.

"Mmmm....mmmmm....mmmmmmmmmm" I moaned, pretending to shift my weight so that I was lying on my back properly.

"Good lord.......look how it stands up in mid-air, I'll be sore for weeks if Donald had a cock like this" the female voice said.

"Suck it and see if you can take it all down your throat" Claie said, her voice getting closer.

"Won't he wake up".

"I've suck my brother off so many times in the past.....he's never woken once" Claire said letting me in on a secret I never knew.

Before I could think of what she said, the mouth that belonged to the voice slowly slid over the gland of my cock, inching my cock slowly into her mouth and down her throat.

I opened my eyes very slightly and looked at the face that belong to the voice. She must of been in her late thirties, jet black long hair that must of went at least down to the middle of her back. Long eyelashes and she wore rosey red lipstick. Her eyes were closed as her head slowly bobbed up and down on my cock. I closed my eyes when I let out a moan when I felt the tip of my cock push it's way further down her throat.

"Don't worry....he always starts to moan like that....it means his enjoying it.....he properly cum soon" mum said when I felt this woman's head stop and look up at me.

"You never told me that you've been sucking him off as well" Claire said.

"Only on the nights you weren't dear.....take your knickers Marge and see if your cunt can take it" mum said.

"Who said I wear knickers Shell" the woman said.

I heard the shuffling of material and pressure slowly being applied to the couch I was lying on. Whoever this Marge person was, she was wet, my cock sliding easily into her pussy.

"Mmmmmmm.......very.....nice.....oh.....god.....he's......big" Marge moan as she slid up and down on my cock.

"Mmmmmm.......aaaaahhhhhh" I moaned thrusting my hips upwards.

I reached out and grabbed Marge's hips, bringing her down on top of me forcefully so that my cock was buried deep inside Marge's pussy.

"Oh....fucken hell" Marge whispered sitting very still on top of me.

Marge was trembling slightly and was panting heavily as she sat very still on top of me. I pushed and pulled on her hips, rocking her back and forth on my cock until she continued the motion herself. Marge now moaned louder as she rode my cock like she was riding a horse. Bucking herself back and forth as if her life depended on making herself cum. For a woman in her late thirties, she was fucken tight. Her husband Donald must of had a very small cock for her to be this tight.

"Ooooohhh....god....oooohhhhh.....god.....OOOOOHHHHH.......GOD" Marge cried as her body shook voilently on top of me, her juices flooding my cock as her orgasm took control.

When she had calmed down and her body stopped shaking, she pulled herself slowly off me, my cock making a sucking sound as it emerged from her hot pussy.

"Let's go into the kitchen before he wakes up" mum said enthersizing the words "wakes up".

"I can't wait till I tell the other girls, that was brutal" Marge said I heard her say as they walked into the kitchen.

I could only hear two sets of feet walking away from me so I slowly opened my eyes to see Claire looking down at me, a smile on her face that went from ear to ear.

"That was a good performance you gave us, pretending to be asleep while you had a woman riding your cock" Claire whispered taking my cock in her hand and stroking it gently.

"I was going to open my eyes until I heard her voice.....who is she" I replied putting my hands behind my head as Claire licked and sucked my cock clean.

"A friend" Claire replied coming up for air after deep throating my cock.

"Mmmmm....what did she mean by "I can't wait to tell the other girls" I asked.

"Just wait and see dear brother of mine" my sister replied giving me a wicked grin as she licked the gland of my cock like it was a lollipop.

Now it didn't long after that me to cum in her mouth as she pumped her hand up and down the shaft, sucking on the nob of my cock. When I did blow, Claire eagerly swallowed the whole entire load, sucking even harder as one hand squeezed my balls gently while her other hand squeezed the cum from out of the shaft, milking my cock for all it was worth.

"Come on, dinners ready" Claire said pushing my spent cock back into my pants.

When my sister and I walked into the kitchen, mum and Marge were setting the table. Now marge was a looker. She stood around six foot with a body of a goddess. 32C sized breasts pushing out of her tight white shirt, no bra and by what she said earlier, no knickers under a thin skirt that made it very easy to see her ass and legs when light hit it at a certain angle.

"Well we see you're awake.....that was a fitting sleep" mum said smiling at me.

"Tight fitting" I replied smiling at Marge who went absolutely bright red.

Mum introduced me to Marge formerly and we sat down for dinner. We talked, chatted and laughed the whole way through. Marge who was sitting on my left, reached under the table quite often to run her hand over my stiff cock. The first time she did it, made me jump slightly but after she would reach under and rub her hand up and the length of my cock, giving the head a squeeze before going back to eating. Mum and my sister sat on the other side of the table. Now and again I would feel either mum's foot or Claire's rub up the inside of my legs. Both of them just smiled at me and Marge. I even started to wonder if mum or my sister was giving Marge the same treatment as they were giving me because Marge would slid forward in her sit now and again and moan quietly as she ate. I knew mum's cooking was good but not that good.

After dinner we sat in the lounge sipping on glasses of wine. This was the first time mum had ever let us drink alcohol in front of her. I knew Claire drank over at Rhonda's house with her sister Cindy while would go over to my mate's place and drink there. Sometime I would sneak into his sister's room and give her a quick fuck while Jason slept. His sister Terri was always willing to part her legs or her ass cheeks whenever I came in. But now I sat at home, three wonderful woman eyeing me up as we sat around and talked. Well they talked while I eyed them up anyway.

Marge would open and close her legs, giving me a perfect view of her hot pussy while mum sat with her leg over the other showing off a pair of cotton panties. Claire sat next to me in a leather mini-skirt she had changed into. The t-shirt she wore was so tight, it squeezed her breasts together, her stiff nipples poking right out of the material. Marge would look over at us when she talked but her eyes were instantly shoot down between my sister's parted legs. It was only when I stood up to go toilet that I had the chance to see that Claire wasn't wearing any knickers either and Marge had a perfect view of my sister's naked pussy. Even I could see she was wet and dripping because the white material that lined the inside of her skirt was soaked around the area of her crotch.

I was enjoy a good hearty leak when the door of the bathroom opened and Marge walked. She went to the bathroom mirror and fixed her lipstick and applied a bit of face powder. The next thing I knew, her hands were sliding down the front of stomach. She kept going, running her slender fingers through my pubic hair before wrapping themselves around the shaft of my cock. Now I love sex more than anyone, hell I had cum about nine or ten times into either mum's or my sister's pussies or mouths today, was I was going to let this lady down, no way, my cock got instantly hard again. With all the rubbing I was get from her hand on the outside of pants during dinner, I was ready for more action.

Marge released my cock after giving it a few strokes and grabbed my pants and yanked them down to my ankles. She then turned me around after taking my feet out of them and tossing them aside. Even though there was a few dribbles of piss in my cock, Marge hungrily sucked my cock into her mouth. Bobbing her head back and forth like there was no tomorrow. Her tongue whipped around the gland as she furiously sucked on my cock.

"Sit down" Marge said pushing me onto the toilet.

She then proceeded to do a slow striptease, humming to herself as each piece of clothing came off. Her tits were firmer than I thought, they popped out of her tight fitting bra. Her nipples were like the size of a penny, hard as rock. Her pubic mound was nearly clean shaven with only a very small triangle of black pubic hair angling up from the split of her pussylips.

The next thing she did was pounce on me like a cat. Grabbing my cock and inserting it straight into her pussy. She graoned and growled like a wild animal, thrusting herself onto my cock until it was buried deep inside her.

"Fuck me baby.....I like it rough" Marge moaned kissing me deeply, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth.

I grabbed her hips and spun us around so that she was now sitting on the toilet. I grabbed each of her stiff nipples and squeezed them hard, thrusting my cock hard into her pussy. Marge just moaned and smiled at me wickedly. Her brown eyes looked up into mine, they also had that wickedness in them too.

"You like it rough, then you've got it rough" I growled as I started to rammed my cock in and out of her pussy.

"OH YES....."Marge cried out, spreading her legs wide as she held onto the back of the toilet for support as I madly pounding my cock in and out of her tight, hot pussy.

"OH FUCK ME BABY......FUCK MY PUSSY HARD......OH GOD YES........OH THAT FEELS SO GOOD......FUCK ME......FUCK ME.....FUCK ME" Marge cried out as my cock darted in and out of her pussy.

I squeezed and pinched her nipples, making them turn dark red before digging my fingers into the flesh of her breasts. This just drove her more crazy.

"Oh baby yes....fuck me harder.....harder baby harder....fuck my pussy with that big cock....oh yeah fuck me hard" Marge moaned ramming her pussy onto my cock and meeting my thrusts halfway.

I carried on pounding her pussy. Her cries now became low moans and grunts. Her started to get watery and she started to bite her bottom lip until she finally could take it anymore and came.

"OH GOD.....OH GOD.....OH FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE" Marge cried out throwing herself towards me and wrapping her arms around my neck as her body convulsed.

She wrapped her legs around my waist to hold my cock still deep inside her hot pussy. Marge began kissing my neck and face before kissing my mouth. Her tongue darted inside my mouth to seek out mine. Her kisses were so loving like that of a teenage virgin who had just found the boy of her dreams.

"You can cum now if you want" Marge whispered as she held onto me.

With years of practice and speed, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and aimed it right for her ass. Slipping it into her before she knew what had happened. Marge let out a wail and held onto my neck tight as I pumped my cock in and out of her ass.

"Oh god.....oh....god.....fuck.....not again......nnnnooooooooo" Marge moaned kissing me madly once again as another orgasm rocked her body.

This time tears ran from her eyes and she sobbed quietly as I continued to fuck her ass.

"Cum....for.....me...baby....please.....cum" Marge moaned.

With the feeling of her juices running through my pubic air and over my ball, how could I let this beautiful woman down.

"You....want...it...you've....got....it" I moaned ramming my cock right up into her anal passage and released my hot load of cum inside her.

"I feel it baby.....I feel you cumming...cum for me....fill my ass full of cum baby....oh yeah, that the way, oh that feels good honey....oh yeah" Marge moaned as she lifted herself up and down onto me, my cock sliding easily in and out of her ass until it finally wilted enough to slip all the way out of her hot tight little ass.

Marge kissed two or three times while were dressing and held my hand as we walked back down to the lounge. To our surprise, mum and Claire were in the 69 position, hungrily sucking and licking at each others pussy. Marge and I sat on the other couch together and watched the show mum and Claire were giving us. Mum of course came first and Claire came afterwards with a bit of help from mum's fingers which were planted firmly in my sister's ass.

After that, we all sat around drinking wine talking about sex and our favourite position and how many boys and girls mum and my sister have had. Mum commented on the size of cocks the boys had but also said that none of them came close to the size I had, she really knew how to inflate my ego.

"To be honest, your sons cock is the biggest I have ever had, it even started to make me cry because it was so big" Marge said giving cock another squeeze on the outside of my pants.

"Well if you keep that up, you get again before you go home tonite" I said jokingly as I ran my hand up the inside of her thighs until my fingers came incontact with her pussy.

"If you can make me cum like you did tonight, I'll let you fuck me anytime you like, hell I'll even pay you for your time, I know young kids like you need money for school these days and I've got plenty of it" Marge joked back.

"Okay make it three hundred and you've got yourself a deal" I joked back at her as my fingers massaged her clit.

To my surprise, mum and my sister looked at us, shock written all over their faces.

"Deal" Marge said kissing me deeply to seal the bargan.

There was complete silence for a few minutes until Marge said "I need another fuck, which way is it to the bedroom".

"This way" I said pulling Marge up off the couch and led her towards the stair again.

I stopped and looked over to mum and my sister who were watching Marge and I.

"Want to come and watch mum" I asked smiling at her.

"If this was going to be a family affair they might come and enjoy themselves as well" I thought to myself as I lead Marge up the stairs and into my bedroom.

"Do alot of video taping" Marge asked when she saw all my camera equipment.

"Yep, mainly school functions" I replied smiling at mum and Claire who stood by the door.

Most of my camera's faced my bed and when Marge saw that, the wicked look reappeared on her face again.

"Tape us doing it" Marge said undressing quickly and laying herself on the bed, spreadeagle.

I got mum and Claire to grab a camcorder each and made sure there were spare tapes in them before I made sure my big camera had tape in it and was rolling before I undressed and climbed onto the bed with Marge.

We shot me fucking Marge from all angles. Mum and Claire got close ups of my cock plunging in and out of Marge's pussy and ass while she was on her hands and knees. I got Marge into as many different positions as I knew and a few that I didn't thanks to her. Marge was cumming harder with every orgasm she had, bucking wildly about on the bed as I plunged my cock in and out of her pussy or ass. In the end when it came my turn to finally cum, mum disappeared into the lounge and grabbed our wine glasses and another bottle of wine. Mum made me blow my load of cum into a half glass of wine and gave it to Marge to drink. Marge slowly drank it down for the cameras and made a show of my whits milky cum sliding from the glass and into her mouth, where she swallowed the entire load.

It was about two thirty in the morning before we called it a night and Marge left. Marge kissed me many times on the lips and promise to visit real soon. In the morning I found an envolope with a pair of dark red lipstick lips on it with my name under it underneath a glass of cold white wine, inside it was six hundred dollars and a note saying "Thank you for a night to remember". And man, was it a night to remember all right.



Cindy Ch. 07



Cindy part 7: The Work Goes On.

In the next three weeks, I had only gotten to fuck mum about four or five times and Claire practically everynight. In those times mum let both of us sleep her bed, Claire and I both making love to her. The other nights, mum was to exhausted from the heavy work load she had taken on at the office where she worked to gain extra money doing overtime. Mum and Claire had both told me of the times they had come into my room and suck me off. Claire even showed me the tape she had in her room of the only time she had recorded her late night cock sucking session with me, you could even see mum's shadow in the back ground watching.

Marge had come around two more times. Once when I had just finishing fucking Claire up the ass over the table and the other time I was doing my school homework assignments. Each time I had Claire taping my fuck session with Marge and paid me the six hundred for fucking her twice on each session. With each session ending in Marge swallowing my load of cum in a glass of wine. I naturally gave Claire a hundred dollars for being my camera girl and fucked her straight after Marge had kissed us both goodbye. Each time Claire had managed to get two step up the stairs before I had her skirt or jeans around her ankles and was fucking her doggie style up the ass or in the pussy.

When Claire had her period, her ass became my favorite spot. A few times I chased her around the back yard which ended up with her begging me to take it easy on her ass as I fucked her against a massive big pine tree we have in our backyard.

I really hadn't thought about Cindy since I was having to much fun fucking mum and Claire until one day when she finally did ring us. Calire had answered it as I had just finished filling her ass with a load of cum and was poking it at her mouth as she was trying to speak.

"Yeah Cindy.......ah-ha....yep.....what do you mean "what am I doing".....nope....ah-ha......mmmmmm......sucking on my brother's cock okay" Claire said as she sucked and licked at my cock.

"Come on around.....no.....look he'll be gone in about two minutes....if you want, you can come around and we'll talk okay.....yeah see you soon....yep...love you too...bye" Claire said licking the rest of my cum my cock.

"What wrong with her" I asked feeling was going on between Cindy and my sister.

"For your ears only, Cindy and I have been lover ever since 9th grade, with the occasional fling with Rhonda but always with Cindy....she's been thinking of you alot lately with help from me of course" Claire said sitting opposite me at the table.

"Okay, why has she been thinking of mealot lately sis" I asked feeling there was another secret that was being kept from me.

"Look it's been great having you fucking me every second of the day and you know I'll never say no to you but.....".

"Yeah.....but.....what".

"Ryan my ass and my pussy are sore, you maybe able to take it but I need a rest, Cindy and I have never had this much sex in a whole month with what you and I have had in a whole day, yesterday you fucked me four times in my cunt and twice up my ass, day before that, you fucked me three times in my cunt and six times in the ass.....I love you very much so don't get me wrong.....it's just I need to rest, I can't keep having you fuck me stupid and keep Cindy as my lesbian lover" Claire said holding my hand to see if I had gotten her meaning.

"You want me to slow down on you so you can have enough energy to make love to Cindy....right" I said hoping that was what she was meaning.

"Yes, Cindy and I haven't made love in two weeks because everytime I go over there I fall asleep on her, she's starting to ask me if I don't love her anymore and if there was another girl.....look Ryan, who two are the best that's ever happened to me, you know how I feel about my geek and the freak in his pants, I love you both but I love Cindy too".

"She doesn't know about us and our family secret, does she".

"No...I did want to tell her that I wanted a man to join our lesbian lifestyle, just to satisfy the other half of my sexual craving, until.....I found out from her what you had done at the school prom.....that's when.....".

"When you let me fuck you, I didn't rape you because that's what you wanted me to do.....right".

"Yes".

"And now you want me to fuck Cindy as well....is that correct sis" I asked finally falling over the plans she had set out.

I didn't know what to think, I was always in control of my life, now for the last three or four weeks, both mum and Claire have had plans for me and to my financial relief, Marge as well. Since my last fuck with her I have had another woman ringing me up to make an appointment, which was next week Saturday when her husband wasn't home.

"What will her sister think.....have you planned for me to fuck her as well" I said feeling a little jealousy creeping in.

"Hell no....she hates you, everyone knows that....she hates men period, it's not your fault" Claire said seeing the hurt I felt for someone as beautiful as Rhonda.

"I even had to stop her from coming over here, just as well you were out probaly collecting your video gear from school when she did get by me and Cindy or she would of really killed you".

"Why".

"Because she heard Cindy tell me of what you did, from fucking her pussy to cumming in her ass and of the gentlemenly thing of helping her dress afterwards......look, Cindy likes you more than anything, I know that.....she use to talk about you whenever she saw you.....plus I know the way you looked at her when she came over last.....get a good flash of her g-string knickers.....trust me.....look she be over any minute, I'll tell your out and won't be long, you walk in on us making love and you can fuck us both, then she'll be both of ours" Claire said breaking down my urge to say "no, that I only wanted her and mum as my sex slaves.

I had wanted Cindy from the first time I had seen her and her pom poms at school but knew that her being a cheerleader and me being a geek, it would never work out. I suppose being obsessed with her her and her beautiful body made me think of the plan to put lime juice in the refreshment bowl at the school prom, making everyone who drank it want to go to the toilet. That's how i got my chance to fuck her. And my sister was right, I had waited till everyone went home before going back to school to collect the video cameras I had planted around the wooded area of the gym. I had some really good shots of Cindy ass, tits and pussy and one good shot of her face as my cock slid up her ass.

"Okay but I want this down on tape" I said knowing this would go good with the other tape of Cindy.

"I thought you were going to say that....I would of suggested myself" Claire said smiling.

Claire and I set up the camera's we need in her bedroom and in the toilet. She wanted to make sure was horny as hell and craving for sexual release when it came my turn to fuck her.

The stage set, just in the nick of time. Claire knocked on the door and my sister let her in. I had kept out of sight with my camcorder but in sight to film them both.

"Ryan's not home is he" Cindy asked after Claire had pulled her through the door and started to kiss her deeply on the mouth.

"No, he'll be back later.....just you and me in a empty house" Claire began to sing as she kissed Cindy repeatedly on th lips.

They both went into kissing each other madly. Something I had never seen two woman do. Claire's hands were up Cindy's shirt, massaging her breasts while the other was up Cindy's skirt and inside her knickers, massaging Cindy's pussy. Cindy of course was trying to keep us with my sister but couldn't get her hands anywhere near Claire's tits or pussy, so she had to be satisfied with holding and squeezing Claire's ass.

Claire pushed Cindy against the bench and pulled her skirt off, throwing it over her shoulder before pulling Cindy's knickers off. They also went over my sister's shoulder before Claire dove face first into Cindy's pussy. Cindy let out a gasp and held onto my sister's head, raising one leg off the floor for Claire to have better access to her pussy. I crept around the corner to get a better shot of my sister's eating pussy and got some close up of Cindy's face, gasping and squeezing her eyes shut. Claire even moved enough for me to get a good shot of Cindy's brownish blonde pussy as Claire traced her tongue over Cindy's swelling clit.

Claire left Cindy panting and wanting more as she led Cindy over to the table and laid her out flat. Cindy's head thrashed from side to side as my sister attack her pussy again with her tongue.

"Oh god.....oh god....eat me Claire....eat my pussy.....make me cum" Cindy moaned but my sister wasn't going to let her.

Claire waved her arm in my direction to move before grabbing Cindy hands and pulled her off the table and led her into the lounge where she tore off Cindy's shirt and bra before pushing Cindy onto the couch. Claire then proceeded to do a slow striptease for Cindy. You could tell Cindy was burning with lust and desire for my sister and when Claire moved her naked pussy up to Clindy's face, she dove for it. Claire had to grab Cindy's head and keep control of her as Cindy tried to force her face between my sister's legs.

"Claire....please....please let me eat your pussy.....please" Cindy whined trying to pull my sister's hot pussy towards her face.

"Patience honey, patience" Claire said letting the tip of Cindy's tongue glide slowly up and down the inside of my sister's pussy.

"That's it Cindy, nice and slow my baby, nice and slow....yes run your tongue over my clit.....that's the way.....uuuhhh yes....give it a suck.....oh my baby.....feels good" Claire moaned.

I was getting some great shots. Cindy's tongue licking at my sister's pussy while two of her finger slid very slowly in and out of her pussy.

"Not yet" Claire said pulling Cindy's hand of from between her legs when she caught Cindy finger fucking herself.

"Oh please...I want to cum....I need to cum" Cindy moaned as Claire held Cindy's face in her hands.

What happened next really stunned me. Claire raised her hand and brought in down onto the side of Cindy face with an almight smack. Cindy's eyes watered but she didn't move her head once from my sister's hands.

"Be a good girl or you won't get pussy" Claire growled rubbing her hand on Cindy's reddening cheek.

"Yes my love" Cindy sobbed laying her hand to either side of her hips and went back to slowly licking at Claire's clit and pussy.

My sister let Cindy lick her for another five minutes before she indicated to me that she was heading Cindy towards the stairs. She just gave me enough time to scramper quietly up the stairs and into my room to activate my video remotes. I watched on the screen as Claire led Cindy into the bathroom where she got Cindy into the bath and start to give her a cold shower. You could hear Cindy gasping and jump slightly when the water hit her hot pussy.

"Bloody hell" I said to myself as I watch Claire slowly insert the nozzle of the shower handle into Cindy's pussy.

Cindy moaned and graon as the water cassaded from her pussy. She even had an orgasm, moaning out loud as Claire pumped the nozzle in and out of her pussy. Claire then bent Cindy over and proceeded to her ass, spraying the water directly onto her asshole before reaching forward and slipping two fingers into Cindy's ass.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM" Cindy moaned loudly as Claire pumped her fingers in and out of her ass.

"You've been a bad girl for coming when you're meant to, do you know what means don't slave" Claire said making me a little confused.

"Yes....I couldn't help it.....Please don't punish me.....please"Cindy moaned as Claire led her dripping wet body out of the bathroom and into her room.

I switched over cameras and watched Cindy plead with Claire as she was bound to the bottom of Claire's bed. Claire then opened a bottom draw and pulled out a thick leather strap.

"Oh please....please....I'll be a good girl....please don't beat me" Cindy sobbed when she saw Claire raise the belt above her head.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHH" Cindy cried as the first blow came in contact with her ass.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" Cindy cried again but this time she braced herself for the next downward fall.

"Oooooooohhhhhh.....please.......more......please" Cindy sobbed as tears streamed from her eyes.

The beating she was getting off my sister made me feel sorry for her but also made me horny as hell when she begged Claire for more.

Claire put a chair under Cindy's body so it stopped her from collapsing, tying her legs and ankles to the side. She then hopped in front of Cindy face and made her lick her pussy while she was still bound to the bed.

"Oh now don't you feel better my love, all that pent up frustration with that bitch of a sister of yours is all gone now isn't it" Claire said as she combed her fingers through Cindy's hair.

That was the que she told me to wait for, so I stripped off my clothes and walked quitly into my sister's room and stood behind Cindy's dark reddening ass while she licked and sucked at my sister's pussy.

"She's all yours" Claire said putting her legs over Cindy's shoulders so she couldn't move her head to see who Claire was talking too.

"Ah....who is it....what's going on....Claire tell me, who's there please.......whooooooooo" Cindy moaned as I slipped my cock right into her asshole and thrusting inwards as hard as I could until all my cock was buried in Cindy's asshole.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH GEEEEZZZZUUUUUSSSSS" Cindy screamed as I pumped my cock in and out of her unsuspecting ass.

"Suck baby....suck" Claire said pushing Cindy's face back between her legs.

Claire smiled at me before leaning back on the bed to let Cindy have full access to her pussy with her tongue while I happily pounded away at Cindy's ass.

Cindy moaned and graoned and even came again, squirting her juices onto my legs. For a slim beautiful girl, Cindy had one hell of an ass. Mum had terrific muscle control in her pussy but Cindy had awesome muscle control in her ass. She would crunch her asscheeks together as I was pulling out and relax them again as I thrusted my cock back in. She even started to push against me and her moan became louder and louder as another orgasm began to rock through her body. I pulled out of Cindy's ass and sat back on the chair and watched my sister thrash her head from side to side as Cindy went crazy on her pussy with her mouth.

"Eat me baby, eat me" Claire kept calling out, grabbing handfuls of Cindy's hair and pushing her harder on to her pussy.

Claire kept of wriggling her pussy and ass in front of my face until I stood up and rammed my cock into her pussy. Cindy let out a loud moan an grunted with each thrust I made into her pussy. We kept going like that for another half hour or so.

Cindy and Claire having orgasm after orgasm while I stopped to rest before I continued fucking Cindy's ass or pussy. It wasn't until mum had gotten home that I finally blew my load into Cindy's ass. Giving her one powerful thrust into her ass as I unload my cum deep in her anal passage.

"So you two have been keeping yourself busy I see" mum said looking at her daughter spread-eagled on the bed while I sat behind Cindy ass on the chair.

"You poor girl" Mum said walking up to Cindy bound naked body and untied her from the chair I sat on and from the bed.

"My goodness child, you look exhausted" mum said looking into Cindy's eyes and face as she helped her onto the bed next to Claire.

"Mmmmmmm" was all Cindy said as she wrapped her arms around Claire neck and fell asleep. Claire wasn't to far behind her, dropping off to sleep once she cuddled her naked body next to Cindy's.

"Grab your gear and let them sleep, you two have woren that poor girl out, you should be ashamed of yourselves" mum whispered as she helped me pick up my camera gear.

"It was all Claire's idea" I said kissing mum on the lips.

"Cheeky bastard" mum repied when I pushed my hand against her pubic mound.

"Horny bitch" I said when mum grabbed my limp cock, giving it a squeeze when I walked past her.

"Who's the horny bitch, you're the one who's selling his cock for cash" mum said pushing me onto my bed and climbing on top of me.

"At least I'm helping out...ever since you kicked dad out" I said pulling her skirt up so I had a view of the silky white pair of g-string knickers she wore.

"Well.....at least I still have a cock that keeps me satisfied" mum said lifting my harding cock up to her pussy and slipping it easily in her hot cunt when I pulled the crotch of her knickers aside.

"My cock is always free for you" I moaned as mum impaled herself on my cock.

"Oooooohhhhhh god, how I needed this toady son......fuck....for some reason..... I've been as horny as hell......not even a quick banana split didn't work" mum moaned as she rocked back and forth on my cock.

"What.....banana.....split" I asked pulling mum's shirt open and pulling her bra over her tits so I could suck on her nipples as she ground her pussy on top of my cock.

"I....used....a.....banana.....from....caroline's.....lunch....box....and.....fucked.....myself........in.....the.......toilet" mum moaned as she rode my cock hard and fast.

I couldn't help but start to laugh as I thought of mum squattering on the toilet, her skirt up around her waist, her knickers around her ankles and her pumping a banana in and out of her pussy.

"What are you laughing about.....oh for christ sakes Ryan.....stop laughing.....I can't concentrate on cumming if you're laughing about.....me and my banana" mum moaned sending me off on another fit of laughter.

"Oh for christ sakes, I give up" mum said grinding her pussy down onto my cock.

"I'm sorry mum......really but just thinking of you and your banana" I said cracking up laughing again.

This time mum had had enough. She got up off me, cock making a slopping noise as It slipped out of her hot pussy. She began to walk toward to the door when I grabbed her and pulled her back onto the bed.

"What...ready to give me what I want nowwwwww" mum moaned when I pulled her knickers to one side again and rammed my cock back inside her hot tigh cunt.

"I'm....always...ready...to...give...you...what...you....want.....mother" I grunted thrusting my cock hard and fast in and out of her pussy.

"Ooooooohhhhhh.....that's......much......better" mum grunted ramming her pussy back onto my cock meeting my thrust halfway.

Mum and I fucked long and hard, both of us sweating like mad.

"Ooooohhhh....son harder.......please......harder son" mum moaned arching her back up off the bed as I pounded in and out of her pussy.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH FUCK.......FUCK......FUCK ME SON.....I'M CUMMINGGGGG" mum cried out bucking her hips up and down on the bed, grinding her pussy onto my cock.

"I'm cumming too mum.....I'm cummmmmiiiinnnngggg tttooooo"I moan releasing a flood of cum into her hot pussy.

"Oh cum with me son......cum in me" mum moaned digging her fingernails into my ass, holding me tightly as I blew load after load of cum into mum's pussy.

Mum and I lay in each others arms for awhile, exploring each others bodies with our hands, brfore getting up for dinner.