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Mistaken Identity Ch. 02

By: MissLisaJones



This is chapter two of Mistaken Identity. It really is quite important to the understanding of this story that you have read chapter one first. Now, on with the action... 

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Sue rolled over, as far as she could in the tight confines of the cage. A pale glow came from the windows where dawn was slowly rising. Actually what Sue was seeing were the carefully orchestrated lighting effects that resulted from Ruth running the controlling computer through the 'dawn' program. Netted curtains and back projection worked together to reinforce the illusion that this was a real suite of rooms and not just an elaborate set. 

Sue had actually slept quite well. Apart from a need to pee and growing thirst for coffee, she was feeling pretty good. From the bed there came a susurration as the Countess and Trixie snored gently. Quietly Sue tested the bars of the cage, looking for weaknesses, but they were solidly fixed and more than proof against her efforts. The feeding hatch looked like it might be a point of weakness but, when she checked, it was securely locked. However, she didn't give up, but managed to roll over far enough to try the hatch in the roof of the cage as well. That too was shut fast. She wasn't surprised; right from the start her captors had shown a ruthless professionalism and had never once shown any weakness.

She fought back the wave of depression, which threatened to overcome her. Ruthless professionalism or not, Sue Brown was no fool and, when the time was right, she would make her move. As the cage clearly showed, it would be foolish to think that opportunities to escape would come easily or often. She would have to bide her time and wait until the moment was right. This being the case, for now she needed to develop a coping strategy. At the core of this would be her relationship with the Countess and, in the end, it would all be about trust. An untrusting Countess would be extra vigilant and opportunities would therefore be scarcer. In order to get the Countess to drop her guard, she would have to appear to be embracing this new lifestyle, to be actually revelling in these humiliations and degradations. After all, Trixie, who appeared to be just as much of a slave as she was, seemed to enjoy a certain amount of freedom.

And there were other motivators in play as well. The Countess's threat that failure to please would result in her being sold to another owner was another reason to fall into line. Much as she didn't relish the thought of becoming the Countess's sexual plaything, it would seem to be the best choice she had had so far. She certainly didn't relish being some sort of human pony in Herr Otto's racing stables, and acting as some kind or whore for Walter's farm hands was equally unappealing. These were just the options she had heard of; who knows what else other 'owners' would have her be or do. In a world where human beings were sold for cash, where she had become a commodity rather than as person, there could be few limits. For the moment at least it was a case of 'better the devil you know'; after all, hadn't Trixie described the Countess as a 'good' owner?

Sue's need to pee was getting worse; she wished that Trixie hadn't forced her to drink so deeply last night as now she was paying the price. To alleviate the cramps she clamped her hands between her thighs. She wondered how long she would have to hold out; the thought of failing to do so was appalling. Not only was she averse to lying in a pool of her own urine, she didn't want to face the Countess's wrath if she were to 'spoil her bedding'. As she fought back the urge to pee her wrist pushed against her and it was odd to feel the shaven skin of her mons. She had often wondered what it would be like to have a 'full Brazilian'. Now she knew. And, truth be told, this was one of many features of her new life, which played straight into her Rudolf Valentino fantasies. To be sure, they had never featured a woman as her captor and, in her dreams, she would have been the one sleeping in the bed, not Trixie, but the loss of freedom, the 'used and then thrown away' aspects, even, whisper it quietly, the cage, were striking chords within her. 

She heard rustling sounds coming from the bed. the Countess and Trixie were waking up. There was a quiet muttering and then Trixie got out of bed and headed for the en-suite. Apparently Sue wasn't the only one who needed to pee. When Trixie returned she went past the cage and, as she did so, she glanced down and saw Sue, and, more pertinently, saw the way she had her hands between her thighs. Sue, mindful of the rule of silence, mimed her urgency.

"Excuse me, Countess," Trixie called out, "I believe Rosalita also needs the bathroom."

"Well, she'll have to wait. I don't want to have anything to do with her until after breakfast," the Countess replied.

"I'm not sure she can," Trixie said and Sue nodded to reinforce this.

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" the Countess called out in exasperation. "Just leave her.... No, on second thoughts she'll only wet herself and make the room unpleasant. Give her a diaper, you know what to do."

Sue was a bit confused by the word 'diaper'. Wasn't that the American word for... and then she saw Trixie getting a square of white towelling from a chest of drawers and her suspicions were confirmed. Diaper was, indeed, the American word for nappy. Trixie laid the nappy out on the top of the chest of drawers and folded it, exactly as if it were for a baby. However, before she fitted it, she went to a drawer under the bed and fetched out two pieces of wood. She then unfastened and removed the feeding hatch part of the cage and, for a moment, there was a gap big enough for Sue to crawl through. However, almost immediately, half the gap was filled with one of the pieces of wood, which, as Sue could now clearly see, had three semicircular dips along the top. Her heart sank as Trixie gestured that she should place her neck in the central dip and her hands in the other two. Remembering her resolve not to fight until the time was right, Sue complied and, as she did so, she felt the other piece of wood being fitted so she was trapped as if in the stocks. 

The holes for the wrists were quite generous and Sue would have had no trouble removing her hands but Trixie fetched from the drawer under the bed a set of thick rubber wrist cuffs with a chain linking them together and, once these were fitted, Sue's hands were trapped.

With Sue now fixed to her satisfaction Trixie picked up the nappy, went to the other end of the cage, opened the door, reached in and, after a certain amount of fumbling, fitted the towelling around Sue. It was a tight and awkward manoeuvre in the narrow confines of the cage but it wasn't long before Sue's nether regions were swaddled in the soft towelling with two oversized safety pins holding the whole thing fast. The bulky material was bunched up between her legs which forced her to kneel with her knees apart and the position of the stocks mean that she had to kneel up. With the towelling fitted Trixie went back to the chest of drawers and this time returned with a pair of plastic panties which, except for the size, were exactly as would be fitted on a baby. These were even more awkward to fit but it wasn't long before they were in place and Trixie could withdraw. Sue could just imagine how ridiculous she must look, how degrading, how demeaning, she must appear. She felt like some sort of veal calf, confined and unable to move. That on its own was bad enough but when you added in the nappy, her humiliation was complete.

And then, of course, there was the vexed question as to whether she was going to allow herself to pee or not. The stubborn streak within her resisted, not to mention her reluctance to spend any more time than strictly necessary wearing a damp nappy. On the other hand, she really needed to go and holding it back was agony. For the moment the stubborn streak was winning but the clock was ticking and she wasn't sure how long she could hold out. In the meanwhile, she wished she could cross her legs or, at least, clamp them together but the nappy prevented this.

With Sue now secured, the Countess ordered Trixie to go and fetch breakfast. Sue watched as Trixie headed for the door and wondered whether this breakfast might include the coffee she so craved. However, she wasn't getting her hopes up.

Once out of the suite Angela put on the dressing gown, which hung on a hook just outside the door and headed for the staffroom where she found Gill already busy putting breakfast together in the kitchen area. Ruth, over in one corner, with the inevitable coffee cup on the desk in front of her, was keeping an watch on the CCTV and making sure all the systems ran smoothly. 

"That was some show you and Fiona put on for the client last night," Gill joked as she warmed up the croissants. 

"Gotta keep it looking real," Angela joked back. "Talking of which, I've never seen a client so deep into role. Usually there's some sign that they know that it's all an act but this one...."

"Yeah, I had that when I was getting her ready for auction," Gill added. "Either she's really letting herself believe or she's the best actress ever."

"Well, she's certainly getting what she signed up for. We're not doing anything to her that isn't on the script. Even so, you should have seen her face when I put her in the stocks. She didn't seem very happy even if she is getting off on it."

"And is she?"

"Well, she seems to be. I mean, she's not making that much fuss and you saw how easily she came when she was on the auction post. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about there; she was hot and ready to trot long before I got to her. And then, last night, OK, so she wasn't allowed to come but talk about sensuous. If she wasn't getting off on going down on me then you could have fooled me; she was definitely giving it her all."

"So we saw," Gill laughed. 

And, with that, the microwave pinged and the croissants were ready. Gill took them out and put them on the trolley along with a large pot of hot coffee, a selection of fresh fruit, some Greek yoghurt and all the trimmings. However, these were prepared for the Countess and Trixie; for Sue there was simply a dog's bowl and a jug of water.

"Thank you kindly, ma'am," Angela quipped and, with a swing to her hips, she made her way back to the suite.

As Angela, once more divested of her dressing gown and back in role as Trixie, pushed the trolley into the suite, the smell of fresh Kenyan peaberry AA wafted from the coffee pot. From Sue's perspective, this was almost the worst torture yet. Trixie left the trolley in the centre of the room, poured out a generous cup of coffee and took it over to the Countess who complained haughtily that there should have been Venezuelan coffee available. Sue heard them discussing the breakfast options and the Countess decided on some fresh grapefruit and a couple of croissants. Trixie went back to the trolley to get this together and then laid it all out on a tray and took it over to the bed.

Then she went over to the end of the cage where Sue's head and hands were protruding. She fetched from the drawer under the bed another piece of wood and this slotted into the 'stocks' so as to form a shelf just under Sue's chin. With this in place Trixie fetched from the trolley the dog's bowl and water jug. As she returned Sue looked up at her and mouthed the word 'coffee' but Trixie just smiled and shook her head. She placed the bowl on the shelf so that Sue, by leaning her head forward, could dip her mouth in it. Then she took the water jug and filled the bowl to the rim.

"Make sure you drink it all up," she said. "The Countess gets most cross if slaves don't eat or drink what is provided for them." 

And, with that, Trixie went back to the other side of the bed and Sue could no longer see her.

Sue's resolve to play at being a well-behaved 'slave' was being pushed to the limit. She wanted out of these damn stocks, she wanted a cup of morning coffee and, above all else, she wanted to pee. She hated the nappy, hated the whole idea of it but, well, it had been fitted for a purpose and she was close to the point where she would have no choice in the matter. With an internal sigh she decided she couldn't hold back any longer and, once she started she couldn't stop. The sense of relief flowed through her just as the warm damp sensation flowed around her groin. The towelling could only absorb so much and, by the time the flow slowed to a trickle, the nappy was sodden between her legs and she could feel a certain amount oozing down the inside of her thighs. Quite frankly she didn't care. Her dignity had long been taken from her; she had no pride left and she just did what she had to do. She leant her head forward and drank from the bowl. It might not have been coffee but it tasted delicious.

And then it was back to waiting. It would appear that the Countess and Trixie were in no hurry to finish their breakfast. Sue, mindful of Trixie's warning that the Countess would be cross if she didn't drink what was given to her, strained her head forward to sip at the water but it was difficult to reach far enough and the bowl was still more than half full. 

At last the Countess got out of bed. Aided by Trixie she put on a floor length satin gown that matched her slip and then came over to stand by the cage.

"Trixie, I wish to play with my new toy," she said. "Get her out of the cage."

Trixie came over and unfastened a few bolts but, this time, instead of opening the door at the end of the cage, the whole roof was hinged up. Then it was a simple affair to remove the top half of the stocks and Sue, with her wrists still chained together, was helped to her feet. The door at the end of the cage was opened and Sue, waddling somewhat in her sodden nappy, was led round to stand in front of the Countess.

"Well...." the Countess said in expectation.

For a moment Sue just stood there, uncertain as to what was required of her. The Countess just stood there watching, her face impassive. Sue felt the panic rising within her. She had to do something; what? She remembered the Countess's order that she should be happy and agreeable. Whatever her true feelings she had to appear willing.

"Good morning, Countess," she said, giving a curtsey and hoping she was doing what was required. "How may I brighten your day for you?" 

"Oh, we are going to have fun today!" the Countess exclaimed, her face breaking into a smile. "You have so much to learn but we will have so much fun teaching you. Now, first things first; have you been a naughty little Rosalita and wet your nappy?"

"Yes, Countess, I'm sorry, Countess."

"Oh, dear, not a good start to the day. Trixie, sweetie, I think you had best take this one off for a shower. Get her cleaned up and ready."

Trixie led Sue to the en-suite and over to the shower area. She pulled a cord next to the light switch and a hook attached to a chain snaked down out of the ceiling next to the showerhead. She took Sue's wrists and arranged then so that the chain between them was over the hook. Then it was back to a second cord, this time pulling the chain up until Sue was at full stretch. As the rubber cuffs took some of her weight they gripped her wrists tight but weren't too uncomfortable.

Then Trixie removed the plastic panties, the nappy and the belt that Sue still wore and took them all to a laundry chute where they disappeared out of sight. Sue wasn't sorry to see the back of the belt but she wasn't expecting to have her wrists freed any time soon.

Then Trixie turned on the shower and, after a mercifully brief spell of cold water, it ran pleasantly hot. Taking the hair shampoo from the shelf next to the shower she set to work on Sue's hair. 

This was the second shower Sue had had since she had been captured and, apart from both being restrained, they could not have been more different. Whereas the auctioneer had been cold, professional, businesslike, Trixie was anything but. The biggest difference was that the auctioneer had been clothed whereas Trixie was naked and, as such, had no problems with getting wet. To shampoo Sue's hair she had to get in close and this illustrated the second difference. The auctioneer had been cold, professional, Trixie, in contrast, was another slave and, as such, required to be 'passionate' for the Countess. As their two naked bodies met under the cascading water, she let the suds slide down between them so that skin could slide against skin and this was as erotic as any shower Sue had shared with any of her boyfriends. Once Trixie had finished with Sue's hair she swapped the shampoo for shower gel and, this time, there was no mistaking her intentions. At first she used her hands to spread liberal amounts of gel all over and then, she used her body, rubbing against Sue in the most sensuous of fashion. Sue glanced over to where the Countess was sat on the edge of the bath, watching intently. Evidently she was enjoying watching her 'slaves' showering together. It seemed to Sue that, as part of playing the willing slave, she should reciprocate and, as Trixie rubbed against her, so she rubbed back, well, as far as her bound wrists would allow her. 

And, truth be told, it wasn't all show. Trixie was no amateur and Sue would have had to have been made of stone not to respond. Sue's previous shower partners could have learnt a lot from Trixie and the way she used not just her hands but her whole body to smooth the shower gel over them both. Trixie pushed her groin against Sue's hip so Sue reciprocated by pushing her foot forwards and giving Trixie her thigh to straddle. Trixie upped the tempo and hugged Sue close, using her for support as she slid their bodies against each other and it seemed almost inevitable that they should kiss. As Trixie's tongue plundered Sue's mouth there was an intensity about her passion that was catching and Sue kissed back, just as hard.

Trixie broke from the kiss and Sue, at first, could hardly believe it but, when she realised it was just to reach for more shower gel, just to renew the soapiness between them, she was glad they were going to continue. Now Trixie was holding nothing back, she was like some wild animal desperately rubbing their bodies together, searching out ever higher pleasures. Sue wished that her hands were free, wished that she could respond more; she pushed her foot out farther, as far as it would go, and Trixie rode her thigh for all she was worth, letting her whole weight bear down, pressing herself against Sue's thigh. 

"Oh, bravo, little Trixie!" the Countess called out. "What passion, what fervour! How pretty you look, how I wish you were mine! Come for me! Come for me now!"

And come she did. Hanging on to Sue as if her life depended on it she ground her groin into Sue's thigh and, with little animal cries, buried her head in Sue's shoulder. The intensity of it all was pulling on Sue's arms and making the cuffs cut into her wrists but she was so caught up in Trixie's orgasm that she hardly noticed. Finally, with a massive groan, which seemed to come from the very depths of her, Trixie climaxed and, without Sue's support, would have fallen to the floor. For a long, long moment the only sound was the splashing of the shower until, with a little shudder, Trixie relaxed her hug, stood up again and kissed Sue long and hard.

"Oh, bravo again!" the Countess clapped her hands in glee. "Do you see, little Rosalita, do you see how pretty Trixie looks when she comes? When it is your turn to perform do you think you will look as pretty? Will your climax be as pleasing to me?"

Sue wasn't sure whether this question was rhetorical or not but, as she hadn't got a clue how to respond, she left it unanswered. Meanwhile Trixie had finished kissing her and, almost languorously, was finishing off the washing process. This done she reached for the shower controls and turned off the flow.


Mistaken Identity Ch. 02



"You haven't shaved her. Is she smooth?" the Countess asked.

"She's pretty smooth. She was only shaved yesterday but I'll do it again if you want. Do you want to have a feel?"

The Countess came over and ran the tips of her fingers over Sue's mons and then down between her legs, pushing them apart. Idly she toyed with Sue's nether lips, examining them. 

"No, that's fine," she commented. "I guess they did a pretty good job when they prepared her for auction. Of course, I'll get her properly waxed when we get back to Venezuela. And, as for this lot," the Countess reached up and tousled Sue's hair where it hung down limply from her head, "this will have to go as well."

"Perhaps you would like me to do that now, Countess?" Trixie asked.

"Would you? Slaves look so much neater with their heads shaved. If you were mine...." the Countess tousled Trixie's hair playfully.

Sue was horrified at the idea of having her head shaved. "Please, Countess," she half whispered.

"What is it, little Rosalita?" the Countess asked. "Is something bothering you?"

"My hair... do you have to cut my hair?"

"Have a care, little Rosalita, have a care. It is not for you to decide how my slaves shall look. You should rejoice that I want to make you pretty."

"Yes, Countess, of course, Countess."

All the while Fiona was watching the client carefully. This was all in the script; head shaving had been specifically requested by the client and, backstage, they had a wig waiting for her to wear when it was all over. However, Fiona was aware that this was a massive step to take and was making sure there were no second thoughts. However, she hadn't heard the safe word, or even the go-slow word so, despite the client's obvious anxiety, she must actually want to follow this through. Fiona decided to give it one more try.

"So, little Rosalita, when I say that I want your head shaven, what do you reply?"

Sue remembered her resolve to appear compliant and fought back the tears that were threatening to start.

"Please, Countess, it is my delight to be however you want me," she said. "Forgive my nervousness; I am so new to servitude."

"Then you had best learn quickly. My patience will not last forever. Show me that you're happy; give me a smile, that's better. Now put your head back, come along, all the way back. Let Trixie do her work. 

While Sue and the Countess had been talking, Trixie had fetched scissors and a small kick stool, which she placed behind Sue. Trixie got up on the kick stool and Sue felt her first combing out and then cutting off her still damp hair. Then, when the scissors could do no more, Trixie swapped them for the razor and shaving foam. While this was going on the Countess stood in front of Sue, reached down and fondled her sex. In some ways this was the most surreal it had been since she had been captured. She could hardly imagine anything more bizarre than dangling by her wrists whilst her head was being shaved and her 'owner's' fingers played with her pussy. And, to add to the unreality, she could feel herself responding. It wasn't just the Countess's fingers; far more it was about the way she was, once again, being 'prepared'. Something as drastic as having her head shaved really brought home how she was a possession, a plaything, a toy, and, whether she liked it or not, something deep in her psyche loved every minute. The feeling as the razor slid over her scalp was fuelling the fire within every bit as much as the Countess's fingers playing in her pussy. Each stroke of the blade, every strand of hair removed, seemed to strip her a little more bare, to take away one more of her defences. She had never in her life felt so naked; she had never in her life been so naked. Part of her wanted to cry out "Take me, just take me. Why don't you take me?"

And then, suddenly and all too soon, it was done. Trixie put down the razor, unclipped the showerhead and used it to rinse off Sue's scalp. Now that it was over, Sue leant her head forward to keep the water out of her eyes and, as she looked down, she saw the last remnants of her hair disappearing down the drain in the floor.

Trixie turned off the water and pulled the cord, which lowered the hoist holding Sue's arms. She led her out into the centre of the bathroom and, using soft white towels, which she picked from a pile, dried Sue off. As she did so Sue caught sight of herself in a mirror and she couldn't help but stare. It was as if a complete stranger was staring back at her. She looked like Natalie Portman out of V for Vendetta or Demi Moore from GI Jane, well, except, she had to admit she hadn't got quite their film star looks. However, she was going to turn heads in the street. And then, with a jolt, she wondered if she would ever again be in any streets to turn heads.

"Does my little Rosalita like how she looks?" the Countess had noticed her stare.

"Thank you, Countess, I look wonderful," Sue gushed and, although she was putting it on for the Countess there was more than a grain of truth in her words. It was as if this woman, this thing, this bizarre doll staring back from the mirror wasn't really her. Along with her hair had gone her sense of self; she had, indeed, become the plaything of the Countess and that was very liberating. Just as this thing in the mirror was no longer Susan Brown, but had become Rosalita so, what ever she did or was done to her would be done by or to Rosalita. She hadn't, she wouldn't, lose her identity altogether but she would lock it away in a box inside her, ready for when the time was right and, right now, she had become Rosalita, completely and absolutely. Being the dutiful slave, being totally obedient, would come naturally to her now her physical appearance had been changed so much. She turned towards the Countess and gave a little curtsey.

"Thank you, Countess," she said again, "little Rosalita loves her new look."

"Excellent! Now come along, let's do your make up."

The Countess led Trixie and Sue back into the bedroom and she was told to sit on a stool in front of the dressing table. The cuffs were removed from her wrists and she was ordered to clasp her hands behind her back. Then, working together, the Countess and Trixie set to applying make up. Sue was reminded of a toy she had had as a child. It consisted of a head and shoulders in some sort of rubbery plastic and she was supposed to brush its hair and apply the make up that was supplied with it. Well, this 'toy' had no hair to brush but, apart from that, the Countess and Trixie were treating her in just the same way and she had as little say in the outcome as the toy had had. The make up was just as much part of the transformation as the head shaving and, in its way, just as liberating.

"There, perfect!" the Countess said at last. "Now, what did we do with the nipple bells?"

"Here we are, Countess," Trixie said as she opened a jewellery case that had lain on the dressing table. Inside there were a mixture of gold and silver clamps in. The Countess rummaged through until she found a pair of clamps, each with its bell. They were joined by a chain just longer than the gap between Sue's nipples. Although the bells and chain were golden the clamps themselves were a harder metal and had quite sharp teeth to hold them on. Trixie bent down and, using her lips and teeth, teased out Sue's nipples until they were sufficiently prominent and the Countess could attach the clamps. Sue couldn't suppress a little squeak of pain as they gripped.

"Too tight for you, my little Rosalita?" the Countess asked.

"They're...." Sue saw the trap in time. "They're perfect, Countess. I love them." And, to reinforce the point, she wiggled her chest making her breasts bounce and the bells tinkle. "Just perfect."

"And do they make little Rosalita nice and passionate?"

To answer her question the Countess reached between Sue's thighs and used her fingers to probe between the lips of Sue's sex. Sue wasn't that surprised when they slipped in easily. She, or rather little Rosalita, had been aroused ever since the head shaving and she actually moved her thighs apart so as to make access easier. The Countess pushed her fingers a little deeper and used her thumb to stimulate the clitoral hood, sending electric tingles right through Sue's body. She threw her head back and, as she did so, the bells hanging from her nipples jingled. The little tweaks from the clamps only added to the mix.

"Oh, look!" the Countess removed her fingers and held them up in front of Sue's face, "little Rosalita is flowing with passion. Lick." 

She held out her fingers in front of Sue's mouth and Sue licked them clean.

"Very good," the Countess purred. "It is good that you are passionate and you should endeavour to remain that way. An important part of your duties will be to entertain me and my guests by showing off that passion. Let's see how well you perform. Go and kneel on the bed. Give me a show, make it good, let me know just how much passion you really have."

For a moment Sue was non-plussed and then she realised what was wanted. Part of her duties was going to be acting as some sort of erotic dancer. Sue, in her previous life, would have been horrified, but Rosalita was a horny little slut who would just love the opportunity to show off how sexy she was. She stood up from the dressing table, sashayed over to the bed and got up onto it. Facing the Countess she knelt up with her knees wide apart and, looking the Countess straight in the eye, reached down with her right hand and started to rub in sensuous circles. Now, as Rosalita, she was freed from any constraints and could indulge her wildest exhibitionist fantasies and this was thrilling her to the core. If the Countess wanted a show then she was damn well going to get one! As her right hand played with her sex so her left hand played with her breasts, making the bells dance. The little jolts of pain as the clamps tugged at her nipples didn't so much hurt as seem to be wired directly to the core of her pleasure. The tinkling of the bells echoed a tingling of her senses.

As their gazes locked she could see that the Countess was just as aroused as she was. This tied directly into Rosalita's exhibitionist streak and spurred her on. She played with the tip of her tongue along her lips and, as she watched, saw the Countess do the same. They might not have been physically touching but they were definitely sharing the experience. She gave a little smile and, again, this was returned.

Fiona stared fascinated at the client. This was far from the first time she had seen this scenario, it was part and parcel of the 'slave training' routine. However, she had never seen it so convincingly done. This client was different, special. It must be something to do with the shaven head, she mused. Few clients went as far as that and it had added a whole new dimension to the game. Ever since then the client had been far more into it. Her state of arousal a few moments ago told its own story there, but, more than that, this display, this dance that she was doing, was genuinely and deeply erotic, far more so than any she had seen before. She thought that she was pretty much immune by now but this was really getting to her and making her all hot and bothered. If she had her way she'd have ordered Angela to join in, and not with the client, either. Angela's tongue working its magic between her thighs was just what Fiona needed right now. However, the script called for her to be the icy Countess using orgasm denial to train her new slave and, if she didn't get a grip, things would get out of hand. For a moment, Fiona almost let the client have her pleasure but she was, at heart, a professional. It was time to call a halt before either of them lost control.

"Don't come without my permission, little Rosalita," the Countess warned, "or I'll have to smack that pretty little bottom of yours." Fiona saw Sue's face drop and it was all she could do to stick to the script. "You see, little Rosalita, you must learn that your performance is for my pleasure, not yours. If I'm not ready for you to come then it would be hurtful if you did. Maybe, if you're good, if you behave, then, if I'm feeling kindly towards you, then I'll let you come later. Now, I've seen enough of you on your own, why don't you do me a show with Trixie? Let's see how well you do with other slaves. Let's see if you can be as passionate with her."

Sue's whole body was in turmoil over her cut-short orgasm. Her fingers strayed a few more times over her mons but, somehow, it wasn't the same anymore. That didn't mean it was over, merely that she was shaken. She looked over at Trixie who was standing up and coming over to the bed. Trixie gave her a big, sexy smile and some of Sue's apprehensions melted. 

Trixie got up onto the bed and shuffled over so that she was kneeling next to and facing Sue. She reached out for Sue's waist and, on this bidding, Sue turned round so that, like Trixie, she was side on to the Countess. For a moment or two she and Trixie just looked at each other. Sue couldn't get out of her mind that silly song, "I Kissed a Girl". Her friends had thought it so sexy and daring but it was nothing compared with what she was about to do. Now that she'd got past the 'I'm being forced to have sex against my will' part, this was an exhilarating ride, a roller coaster journey through wild scenarios beyond even her most unrestrained fantasies. She wasn't just going to kiss this girl; she was going to have full on sex with her whilst being watched by her 'owner'. The old boundaries, the limits of what she would or wouldn't do, had gone by the board as she hurtled headlong into her new life as the Countess's slave, doing her bidding and, what's more, getting off on it. Apprehension turned to anticipation as she leaned forward and kissed Trixie on the lips.

Angela, in her role as Trixie, had been here more than once before. Unlike the previous evening where the client was "forced" to go down on her, this time it should be more mutual. However, for many clients, this was another Rubicon to cross and they needed to be eased over into what was often their first mutual lesbian session. The trick was to let the client set the pace, to encourage, even lead at bit, but basically allow the client find out just how bi-curious she really was. This time could not have been more different. Right from the start the client rushed in with a no holds barred clinch and the kiss was no idle peck but tongues and all. Trixie broke from the kiss and hugged Sue close so that their heads were side by side and, crucially, Trixie's head was furthest from the Countess.

"Slow down," she whispered, "make it last."

"That bitch has left me so fucking horny!" Sue muttered between clenched teeth.

"I know, honey, she likes to do that but, trust me, it's better this way."

Sue got a grip on herself and realised that Trixie was right. Apart from anything else a long slow sensuous session was more likely to please the Countess than her bull-at-a-gate approach. She pulled back, gave Trixie a little smile and started kissing again, this time gentler, more sensually. Trixie responded in kind and, once they had started, it just seemed so simple, so easy. Sure, there was still this aching need that had to be satisfied but it could wait. She could enjoy the journey as well as the destination.

Fiona had, of course, been well aware of their whispered conversation; she was, after all, sitting only a few feet away from them. If she were playing strictly to the script then the Countess would have had to punish both of them for talking. However, she trusted Angela and, if she had felt the need to talk then she must have seen that the client needed guidance.

Meanwhile Sue was discovering just how different, and how similar, it was to make love to a woman. Now they had got past her initial passionate fury they were kissing with a tenderness and subtlety that Sue had never had from any of her male lovers. While she still wanted to be taken, ravished, plundered, she was appreciating that, where her male lovers had grabbed and groped, Trixie would stroke and caress. In particular Trixie didn't make an instant grab for her breasts and groin, nor did she play with her nipples as if they were the controls of a radio and, for that, Sue was grateful. But, for all that this was softer, gentler, than her male partners, it didn't mean that it was any less erotic. 

However, as the caresses continued, and the heat between them continued to grow, Sue was beginning to wish Trixie would make a grab for her breast or her groin. The urgency of her need simply wasn't being met by this gentle approach and if Trixie wasn't going to do anything then she would have to. She rubbed their breasts together and this tugged on the clips holding the bells, sending zigzag shafts of pain through her aiming straight for the centre of her pleasure. She did it again and again and then Trixie got the message. She pulled back from the kiss and, reaching for Sue's breasts, started to play with the clips. The pain was really quite sharp but, whether because of the endorphins, the sexual high, or simply the atmosphere, it was one of the most exciting things Sue had ever experienced. She shuffled forwards so that their thighs interlocked further and kept doing so until her groin was resting on Trixie's knee. Now she could really get to work. As Trixie played with her nipples she forced her groin forward, rubbing it up and down, up and down. As to whether this was the 'passionate show' that the Countess had demanded, she neither knew nor cared. She was so close, so damn close, so very....

"Stop! Enough!" the Countess called out.

But this time Sue wasn't stopping. All her good intentions about being the well-behaved slave had gone out of the window. She had one need, one desire, one goal and stopping was not on the agenda. Trixie must have sensed this because she grabbed both of the clips and squeezed. The explosion of pain rocked through Sue's body and, in response, she ground herself down so that her whole weight seemed to be pressing down on Trixie's knee. Great waves of intense emotion wracked her body and she had to hang on to Trixie just to stay upright. The rule of silence was also well and truly broken as, fired by the force of the sensations running through every inch of her body, she cried out, not words but cries, cries mixed with both joy and of pain.

And then the wave broke, she could take no more and, exhausted to her very roots, she slumped forward and would have fallen to the bed had Trixie not held her.

Over Sue's shoulder Angela exchanged a grin with Fiona. This was not strictly according to the plan but there was no doubt that the client had had what she was paying for. The strength and intensity of her orgasm were unmistakable. However, as the client returned back to earth it was time to revert to the script.

"Oh, dear, little Rosalita," the Countess said with regret, "how you disappoint me. You were doing so well but you couldn't control yourself and now I'll have to punish you. Trixie, sweetie, go and prepare the horse, will you?"

Trixie lowered Sue gently to the bed and then slipped off to the main room of the suite. The Countess came over and sat down on the bed next to Sue. She reached out and gently stroked the still shaking body of her 'slave'.

"I'm sorry, so sorry, Countess," Sue replied, horrified at just how wrong her 'be obedient' policy was going. "I just couldn't help myself. My passion... it...."

"Oh, I understand, you have so much passion that you lost control. You're such a pretty little thing, little Rosalita, and you have such a gift of natural passion, that I'm glad I bought you, even if you cost more than I planned to spend. But that doesn't make it right. You disobeyed me and that will never do. I will have to teach you self control; the paddle and the crop will do that for me. Now you must be punished, not a lot, just enough to help you learn. Come, child."




Mistaken Identity Ch. 02



The Countess took Sue's hand and stood up leading her gently off the bed and through to the main room of the suite. Sue was still so shell-shocked from her orgasm that she hadn't fully taken in what the Countess had said and it wasn't until she saw the horse that she put up any resistance. The Countess gripped her wrist firmly and Trixie came across and took Sue's other hand. Together they half led, half dragged Sue towards the horse.

"But... please... Countess," Sue stuttered as she pulled back from their grip.

"Come along now, don't make this worse than it already is," the Countess said sternly. "You're in enough trouble already and if you don't start behaving I'll only have to punish you more. If you don't go over the horse willingly then I will be forced to call for help and you will be made to go over. Trust me when I tell you that you don't want that to happen. Now, are you going to behave?"

Whether it was the Countess's words or her tone that got to Sue is immaterial. The threat was real enough and she was currently not doing very well in her campaign to allay suspicion by being a well-behaved slave. If she was going to have to go over the horse it would be best if she went of her own accord. Maybe it would help alleviate the worst of what was to come.

"I'm sorry, Countess," she said, bowing her head and allowed herself to be led towards the horse. "I was forgetting myself."

The horse was a little more than waist height with a broad leather padded top and, inevitably, was fitted with leather cuffs attached by chains to the bottom of the four legs. Indeed, it appeared to have been designed specifically for punishment rather than any real gymnastic use. Guided by the Countess and Trixie, Sue lay across the top and, as her wrists were cuffed to the legs, so her feet were lifted off the ground and she was entirely supported by her stomach. This done, Trixie and the Countess went round to her ankles and Sue felt herself being spread wide as they were similarly fastened. She glanced sideways to where a full sized mirror hung on the wall and she could see her reflection. Upended and wide open, ready for a spanking, there was no dignity left to her at all.

"Now then, little Rosalita," the Countess said, coming up behind her and gently stroking her finger up and down the crease of Sue's buttocks. "You are new to this so I shall be gentle. I shall use a paddle, not a crop or a whip, and maybe twenty strokes will be enough to remind you in future. What do you say?"

"Err...," Sue tried to think herself into the role of the compliant slave. She was supposed to be grateful for everything the Countess did to her. Was she supposed to be grateful for this as well? "Thank you," she essayed.

"Thank you, is that all?" the Countess's tone was icy.

"I'm sorry, Countess, I'm grateful, really I am. I want to be better, I want to learn self control. Please, please don't hurt me too much."

"That's better," the Countess replied. "That's more like it." She seemed in no hurry to start the punishment; rather she continued play with Sue's buttocks. She let her fingertips stray over Sue's sphincter, feeling her tense as she gently probed. 

In fact Fiona was mulling over her next move. This punishment scenario was, once more, straight from the script but, as with the head shaving, she was well aware that there was often a gap between what the clients asked for and what they really wanted. After all, levels of pain tolerance varied widely. She prided herself on being able to read the client's real wants and hated the rare occasion when she heard the go-slow word or, worse still, the stop word. But this client was different and almost impossible to read. The way she had baulked when she had seen the horse spoke volumes; she certainly wasn't looking forward to this in the way that many of the clients did. On the other hand she had capitulated easily and there had been neither hide nor hair of any safe words. It was like the head shave. Before they had done it Fiona could have sworn that the client was horrified at the prospect but, once they had started she had really got off on it. Anyway, the solution was simple. She would use a moderate paddle, nothing too heavy, start off easy and slowly ramp it up until the client started to show signs of distress. She'd stop from time to time and keep a close eye on things; that way she could judge just how much the client really wanted.

With this in mind she went to the chest of drawers and fetched out a suitable paddle. Then, because its flowing lines got in the way of her swing, she ordered Trixie to take off her dressing gown and, dressed only in her shift, returned to where Sue was upended over the horse. 

Although she enjoyed playing the Domme, Fiona was no sadist. She would never want to really hurt someone but the sight of Sue's twin shapely globes so nicely presented to her simply called out to be thoroughly spanked. She was professional enough to enjoy her work whatever the client but this one, who was both as cute as a button and deliciously submissive, was a real joy. Again she traced the outline of the twin upended globes, enjoying the anticipation of what she was about to do.

"And why do I have to punish you, little Rosalita?" the Countess asked.

"I... I came without permission," Sue replied.

"Indeed, little Rosalita, but it's far more than that. You must learn that, from now on, you are my toy, my plaything. When you put your pleasure before mine, when you let your needs rather than mine dictate your actions, then you are less than I demand, less than you can be. When you learn to serve, really serve, then you will be something very special. You want to be something special, don't you?"

"Yes, Countess", Sue replied although she felt she would have preferred to be someone special rather than something special.

"Well then, I'm helping you become what you want to be. That's why you should be grateful. Are you grateful for me helping you so?"

"Yes, Countess, thank you, Countess."

"So grateful that you would like me to add another ten strokes of the paddle to really drive the message home?"

"Please, Countess...," Sue started automatically, and then realised she had effectively asked for ten more strokes of the paddle. However, she couldn't see an easy way to get out of this so she just kept quiet.

And the worst of it was that, all during this conversation, the Countess was spending more and more time playing with her fingers in the groove between Sue's buttocks. To Sue's consternation this was, for some reason, incredibly erotic and, when the Countess's fingers reached far enough to start playing with Sue's labia, she couldn't help but respond, to push back, to open herself up as far as her restraints would let her. The Countess noticed this and probed further until the tip of her forefinger was gently stroking Sue's clitoral hood.

"And does little Rosalita like being played with?"

"Yes, Countess, thank you, Countess." And she did. Sue's life was turning topsy-turvy and not just because of the upended position she was currently in. This bizarre world where she was some sort of sex toy for this mad Venezuelan Countess should have been terrifying but her libido was saying otherwise. She hadn't really come down from the orgasm she had had rubbing herself against Trixie's knee and now it wasn't just the Countess's finger in her pussy that she wanted, she actually craved the sting of the paddle against her buttocks. The jolt of pain from the clamps around her nipples had been the force behind the intensity of her last orgasm and something told her that there was a fair chance that a spanked bottom would have the same effect. Even now, the throbbing coming from her nipples where the clamps still grasped them was part and parcel of the reason she was still flying high.

And then the Countess took her hand away and, smack, the first blow landed. It stung rather than hurt but that didn't stop Sue's whole body jerking forward and this made the bells hanging from her nipples swing about, tinkling as the clips they were attached to tugged at her nipples. Smack, the next blow landed, and the next, and the next. Each blow in itself wasn't too bad but the cumulative effect was increasingly hard to bear and Sue couldn't help but give little yelps of pain.

After ten blows of the paddle the Countess paused for a moment and let the tips of her fingers gently glide over the twin globes of Sue's battered buttocks. Sue winced as she did so but managed to keep quiet.

"And is little Rosalita learning her lesson?" the Countess asked. She let her fingers trace down to where the glistening edges of Sue's labia spoke of her continued arousal. She probed inside to once again play with the sensitive flesh concealed within. "Well? Answer me. Are you learning that your pleasure is to give me pleasure?"

"Yes, Countess, I am, Countess," Sue replied somewhat breathlessly.

"Then you will welcome the next ten stokes to help drive home the lesson. Look how good I'm being to you. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Countess, thank you." Sue had been expecting this and, curiously, she actually meant some of it. The combination of the warm glow from her butt cheeks and the Countess's finger playing with her pleasure button was, once more, driving her towards an orgasm and she was unashamedly pushing back, rubbing herself against the Countess's hand as much as the Countess's hand was rubbing her. The Countess let her ride like this for a while before withdrawing. Sue couldn't suppress a sigh as, realising that the stimulation was over, she flopped back down on the horse.

"Now, let's continue, shall we?" the Countess said sweetly. "I believe we have ten more strokes to go."

Fiona, reassured by the obvious arousal of the client, set too with the paddle striking a shade harder against the already inflamed flesh. With each stroke Sue couldn't suppress a mew of pain and her eyes were filling with tears. However this didn't stop the need between her thighs and, as she squirmed about, she wished she could just bring some pressure to bear, something, anything, to feed this hunger.

"...and twenty," the Countess said as the last stroke fell. "There, little Rosalita, that wasn't so bad, was it? Now, what do you say?"

For a moment Sue couldn't say anything. Her backside was on fire but that was nothing compared to the need between her thighs. She wanted to beg, to plead, to promise anything just to get the Countess's fingers back, just to give her the relief she so badly needed. However, even though her thoughts were in turmoil, she knew that pleading was bound to fail. Her best course of action would be to appear compliant and hope, pray, that the Countess would take pity on her and allow her further relief. 

"Thank you, Countess," she said, rather unsteadily. "Little Rosalita is grateful for her punishment."

"And have you learnt your lesson? Will you be a good little girl and only come when I allow it?" the Countess, once again, reached between Sue's thighs. She cupped her hand and Sue gratefully pushed back, twisting and turning as much as her bonds would allow. The Countess looked over at Trixie and mouthed the word 'rabbit'. Trixie gave a grin in reply and went to the relevant drawer and fetched out the vibrator and handed it to the Countess. She removed her hand and started to use the tip of the vibrator to stroke up and down Sue's labia, which seemed to open up and welcome the invader. There was no doubting the extent of Sue's arousal now as the full length of the rabbit slid smoothly inside her eliciting a groan of 'Oh my god!' from Sue. Once the rabbit was fully inside the Countess switched it on to a low setting.

"Ooh, little Rosalita likes that, doesn't she?"

"Yes, Countess, thank you, Countess," Sue gasped.

"But you're still not to come unless I allow it. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Countess, of course, Countess."

In truth Sue was seriously conflicted. She knew she shouldn't come and, as such, she should do everything possible to avoid coming. On the other hand that was like putting a chocolate gateau in front of a starving chocoholic and telling her not to eat it. She wasn't sure that there was that much self-control in the world. The feel of the rabbit, the way that it filled her up while, simultaneously, hitting all those sensitive spots was just heavenly. So much of her wanted just that little bit more, that little bit that would push her over the edge, that bit which would let her release all this pent up tension and to hell with the consequences.

Fiona turned the rabbit up another notch. She could tell that the client was right on the edge of coming and her job was to keep her there. As the Countess she would strongly disapprove were little Rosalita to come again. As Fiona her job was to give the client the best orgasm possible, to make her come despite herself. She eased the rabbit back and forth a bit and each time she pushed it inwards, pushing the rabbit bit against the client's clitoris, the client found it harder and harder to control herself.

While Fiona was busy teasing Sue, Sarah Bolton was pulling into the car park outside. The Hollywood trip had been successful; she had made significant headway with a potential new client who had been particularly impressed by the discretion and professionalism of her organisation. The potential client's goody-two-shoes on-screen image would be badly tarnished if her adoring fans knew of her real proclivities. Sarah had been a little concerned that she had not been there to oversee this first session with Jennifer Harris but was content that there was nothing that Fiona and the rest of the cast couldn't handle and, anyway, except when she had been in the air, her mobile had been on at all times. She parked up her 'S' class Mercedes and went inside. Gill and Ruth were on duty in the control area and, as she came up behind them she glanced through the one-way mirror where she could see Fiona and Angela in role as the Countess and Trixie along with the client who was upended over a horse. The client was facing away from the mirror so Sarah couldn't see her face but the tanned backside spoke volumes about how they were proceeding.

"All well?" she asked Gill.

"Fine boss. She's just had a paddling and now Fiona and Angela are doing the orgasm denial bit. She's a strange one, though."

"Strange?" Sarah's anxiety about not supervising this one from the start moved up a notch. "How do you mean?"

"Well, it's as if she actually believes it," Gill replied. "I've never known any client get so deep into the role."

"But she's getting off on it?"

"Oh yeah. Fiona and I have both been making sure of that. What's more, she came like a good'un on the auction post, she came again this morning doing a show for 'the Countess' and, if I'm any judge, she's right on the edge of another."

Sarah went over to the controls and flicked the switch, which enabled the hidden microphones so that they could hear what was going on. The client was far from silent but moans and mewing sounds she was making were certainly not those of a woman in distress. They watched as Fiona once more eased the rabbit out, leaving just the tip inside her and the plaintive wail from the client was almost painful to hear. Still, this was what she had signed up for and there was no denying how aroused she was. She watched through the one-way mirror as, once more, Fiona eased the rabbit back deep inside the client, forcing a groan from her lips.

Sue would have preferred to be paddled again, better than this endless teasing. Time and time again that bitch of a Countess was taking her right to the edge and yet, every time, she was denied relief. But it wasn't just the vibrator doing its stuff that was fuelling this crisis; the still warm glow from her buttocks and the constant throbbing from the clamps on her nipples were adding their piquancy to the mix and, whisper it quietly, the whole scenario, upended over a horse and at another's mercy, was equally disturbing. This time the Countess seemed to be holding the rabbit inside her for longer. She knew she had been forbidden to come and part of her was terrified at the prospect of another beating but, quite frankly, she had little control over it and, as the nubbin on the side, the rabbit bit, played with her clitoris, she could feel the dam breaking within her. She tried, with limited success, to bottle up all the cries that threatened to burst from her but the tension kept on building and... and....

The climax, when it came, was overwhelming. Every nerve in Sue's body seemed to be singing out in release and she was barely aware of where she was or what she was doing. She seemed to float away, mindless, formless, lost in a soft haze. Dimly, at the edge of reason, she was aware of the rabbit inside her, and the Countess controlling it, but she was too enraptured by the experience to really care. Slowly the dream began to unravel, slowly she returned to earth, slowly her world came back into focus and, exhausted and depleted, she collapsed across the horse. If she were to receive further punishment then she didn't care; at that moment she didn't care about anything.

Fiona removed the rabbit and let the client get her breath back.

"Oh dear, little Rosalita, it looks like you haven't learnt after all. Maybe the crop will help push the message home."

Sue just lay there, flopped over the horse, overpowered by it all. 

Back in the control room Sarah, satisfied that Fiona had everything under control, switched off the microphone and poured herself a cup of coffee. When she turned back to the one-way mirror Fiona was stroking the client's backside with the riding crop. It looked as if this particular client really did want the full package. 

Sarah went to her office and settled down to the inevitable paperwork. In one corner there was the box containing the client's possessions: her shoes, her coat, her handbag and her umbrella. Her clothes, of course, had been destroyed as part of the 'preparation for auction'. Again and again it caught Sarah's eye. There was something not quite right but she couldn't put her finger on it. In the end she had to go over and look closer. It was the umbrella, there was something wrong about the umbrella. She pulled it out and, sure enough, it wasn't the real thing, it was a copy and not a particularly good one at that. She'd got a pretty good feel for Jennifer Harris during the initial interviews and it simply wasn't like her to have a knock off copy of a Gucci umbrella; surely she'd have the real thing. She reached for the handbag, rummaged around inside and found the client's purse with all the false documents. Once glance at the driving license was enough. The name was right, Susan Brown, but the address was wrong. Her stomach lurched at the implications and she felt as if she were going to vomit. With shaking hands she reached for the phone and dialled her legal advisor.

"Francine, hi, it's Sarah," she said once the connection had been made. "Look, think I've got a crisis, a big crisis. Can you get down to the warehouse, right away? .... Yes, I know it's Saturday but I need you here soonest. ... What sort of crisis? It's a total fucking nightmare. I think we may have kidnapped the wrong woman. No, I'm not joking. I only wish I was. Now, how soon can you get here?"

Assured that Francine was on her way, Sarah went down to the control centre. She looked through the one-way mirror. The client, or rather, the non-client, was still over the horse. Vivid red wheals on the back of the non-client's legs attested to the way the crop had been used. Sarah couldn't see her backside as it was obscured by Angela who was, judging by the straps around her backside and rhythmic movements of her hips, sodomising the client with a strap on. Sarah knew she ought to stop it, she ought to stop it right away, but, as a way of putting off the inevitable, first she felt she had to make completely sure. She turned to Ruth and asked her if she had a recording of the auction. Sure enough Ruth had kept the footage from the webcam and, after a few keystrokes, it was playing on her monitor.




Mistaken Identity Ch. 02



Sarah asked Ruth to stop playback and zoom in on the 'client's' face. She already knew what to expect but this confirmed it beyond doubt. There, tied to the auction post, was a woman Sarah had never seen before, and, furthermore, definitely not Jennifer Harris. She couldn't, in all conscience, put it off any longer; at the end of the day she was responsible for the actions of her company and she had to release this woman from her torment. She walked round to the door of the set and went inside.

Sue was in a strange place. As a punishment for failing to control herself the Countess had given her a dozen strokes with the riding crop. The paddle had stung, stung enough to bring tears to her eyes, but it was nothing compared with the crop. Sue had howled, unashamedly and unreservedly, as the crop had left its ribbons of fire not just across her already battered backside but also down the backs of her thighs.

And, if that were not enough, the Countess had decided to reinforce the message by having her Trixie fuck her up the arse with a strap on. To be fair they had used plenty of lubricant but she still felt stretched to the limit as the rigid invader was forced inside her bowels. 

But this was the strange part. Her stretched sphinctre, the still burning wheals, the clamps on her nipples, all of them hurt, really hurt, but, between them, they had taken her to a place where she was almost serene, detached, almost as if this were happening to someone else. Now she actually welcomed the thrusts from the strap-on, actually wanted the abuse. During her college years she had dabbled in some of the milder drugs but neither ecstasy nor hash had ever given her a high like this.

She was so far gone she was barely aware of the door opening and the sudden commotion around her. She felt the strap-on being eased from her anus and the cuffs around her ankles and wrists being released. Someone, she assumed Trixie helped her to gently slide back onto her feet, the clamps from her nipples were removed and she was led across to a sofa where she lay down. Trixie went to the door and, reaching outside, fetched both dressing gowns, one of which she brought back and laid over Sue as a sort of blanket, the other she put on. As the mists cleared Sue looked up and there was this strange woman looking at her. 

"What now," Sue thought to herself.

"Miss Brown," the woman said, "my name is Sarah and I run an organisation called Executive Fantasies. I'm afraid to say that you have been the victim of a series of very unfortunate coincidences."

"Executive Fantasies? What the fuck?! "

"Miss Brown, as you may know, there are those who have fantasies of being abducted and mistreated. My company provides the means by which those fantasies can be made real. Everything that has happened to you here was actually the voluntary request of one of our clients. Unfortunately, well, as I say, there were a series of unfortunate coincidences and, well, there's no beating around the bush, we got the wrong woman."

As Sue came down from the subspace high her mistreated body started to complain. Her buttocks and the back of her thighs were on fire, her nipples throbbed and her backside seemed to have been stretched beyond repair. Moreover she was beginning to make sense of what this woman was saying.

"So... all this... it's not real... it's just somebody's sick fantasy... and you... you... you got the wrong bloody woman! Do you know what they've done to me! Do you have any idea what I've been through!" Sue sat up, wincing as her buttocks touched the sofa, and got to her feet. She took the dressing gown and wrapped it around her. "So what happens now? What's to stop me going straight to the police?"

"Please, Miss Brown, I do understand your distress and, yes, I do know what you've been through. As for going to the police, I'd ask you to hang fire for a moment or two. My legal advisor is on her way and, when she arrives, maybe we can persuade you not to go. Look, I know you haven't had any breakfast yet. Why don't you go with Angela and let us get you some coffee at least?"

"Breakfast! After all you've put me through you think you can fob me off with breakfast! And who the fuck is Angela?"

"Please, Miss Brown, I'm not trying to fob you off. Really I'm not. It's just that making this right is going to take a moment or two to organise. I'm working as hard as I can to find an acceptable solution and, while you're waiting, I'd like to offer you some breakfast."

"And who's Angela?" Sue repeated.

"I believe you know her as Trixie. And, while we're at it, can I also introduce you to Fiona?"

Sue looked across at Angela and Fiona who smiled back sheepishly.

"So, not a Venezuelan Countess, then."

"Just a girl from Croydon, I'm afraid," Fiona answered.

Sue looked from Angela to Fiona and back again. They smiled back sheepishly and it was getting harder and harder to stay cross with them. Oh, sure, she was still furious at this Sarah woman and her glibness but she was starting to realise that she hadn't got that many options. She was still stark naked except for the dressing gown and effectively trapped in whatever hellhole they were keeping her in. She had no idea what this woman could do to 'sort things out' but she might as well see what was on offer and, in the meanwhile, her rumbling stomach was demanding food.

"OK," she said reluctantly. "And, while we're at it, some clothes would be nice. Maybe you've forgotten that mine were shredded and I haven't got a stitch to wear. What are you going to do about that?"

"I can assure you I hadn't forgotten. If you'll just go with Angela she'll show you the clothes we keep for exactly that reason. You'll find we have a number of items in a number of styles. Please feel free to choose anything you want with our compliments. Now. If you'll excuse me, I have much to arrange. Angela, perhaps you could take Miss Brown to the debriefing room. Fiona, do you think you could arrange some breakfast?"

"Whatever you're arranging it had better be good," Sue said to Sarah before turning to Angela. "Come along then, take me to this debriefing room."

The "debriefing room" turned out to be a lounge with an attached bathroom. On one wall there was a wardrobe, a chest of drawers and a dressing table. The first thing Sue noticed on the dressing table was the three mannequin heads, each with a wig. This brought back to her that she had had her head shaved and she went to the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "Look at the state of this."

"I'm sorry," Angela started. "If we'd have known...."

"Do you do this often?" Sue asked, stroking her bald head as if she still didn't believe she had been shaven.

"Quite a bit. Well, not so much the head shaving, that's a bit special, but the general gist is mostly the same."

Sue gave Angela a long hard look as she fully took in what she was saying.

"And you, you don't mind being...," Sue wasn't sure where this question was leading.

"I think of myself as an actress," Angela replied. "We act out the client's fantasies, make them come 'real'. OK, so it's not the sort of job you tell mum about but the pay's good and, to tell the truth, the job's not so bad either. I mean... well...," Angela gave a shy smile, "I get to fool around with lots of attractive women. I probably shouldn't say this but I thought we had quite a bit of fun together. You have a talented tongue and I enjoyed showering with you...."

Angela's shy smile was infectious and Sue started to see the humour in it all. Her frown turned into a smile and then a giggle. It's hard to feel mean towards someone with whom you have had extreme sex only minutes ago and, after all, Angela was not the guilty party here.

"So, what happens now?" Sue asked.

"Well, the bathroom's through there and we have clothes and a selection of wigs all set out for you. Of course, the sizes may be a bit out as we bought for the original client but we'll see what we can do. If necessary I guess one of us can do a run to the shops for you."

Angela and Sue went over to the chest of drawers and sorted through the underwear. There was no doubting that it was all top of the range stuff and all brand new. Unfortunately, when she tried them on, the bras were all the wrong size so Sue had to compromise with a chemise top and matching panties, both in pure silk. She put these on and was just searching through the wardrobe when Fiona arrived with the breakfast trolley. She'd brought enough for them all so she stayed to chat. Sue took a break from the wardrobe and started off with some much-needed coffee. The smell of freshly warmed croissants reminded her how hungry she was, so she had one of those as well, with a pat of butter and some little scarlet strawberry preserves. Now that they were all out of role she found that Fiona was just as friendly as Angela and the three of them were getting along fine. They had made serious inroads into the breakfast trolley and were still chatting when Sara and yet another woman entered.

"Ah, Miss Brown, I do hope Fiona and Angela are looking after you OK. Please let me introduce Francine, my legal advisor. Why don't you take a seat? We'd like to talk to you about what happens next."

"I'll stand, if you don't mind," Sue said firmly. "I'm not sure I'm going to be sitting comfortably for quite a while."

"As you wish. I hope you don't mind if we sit," Sarah replied as she and Francine sat down. Sarah nodded to Francine to start.

"Miss Brown," Francine began, "whilst Executive Fantasies cannot admit any liability they wish to express their sincere regret over the unfortunate circumstances which have brought you here. Furthermore we wish to reach an agreement satisfactory to all parties.

"I gather from my client that you are considering legal action, in short that you wish to go to the police. There are a number of reasons why this is not seen as a satisfactory outcome and, without going into details, if you insist on persisting in this course of action, Executive Fantasies will be forced to do everything in their power to ensure that your knowledge of their personnel and this location is kept to a minimum. I might also mention, at this point, that Executive Fantasies has a number of influential clients and, if necessary, would use every method possible to discredit you and the meagre information you already know. 

"However, we sincerely hope that it never comes to that. We'd be far happier with a more amicable outcome. Perhaps you would like to cast your eyes over this offer." Francine opened her briefcase and handed Sue a file. Sue opened it and the first thing she saw was an official looking piece of paper with a large sum of money printed on it.

"What's this?" she asked.

"That is a banker's draft. It's a bit like a cheque except you don't know the name of the payor. That is the sum Executive Fantasies is prepared to offer in consideration of any inconvenience you may have suffered. However, before you make your mind up, you should also read the attached contract."

Sue tried to read through the contract but it was full of the legal gobble-de-gook and totally impenetrable. She could, however, understand the gist of it. If she were to divulge any knowledge of Executive Fantasies to anyone then she would be personally liable for a sum considerably greater than the one on the banker's draft. She looked again at the sum being offered. She would have to work several years to earn that much and here she was being offered it on a plate. Evidently there was good money in Executive Fantasies. No wonder they were so keen to keep it a secret.

"I need some time to think this over," she said. "Maybe, if you could leave me alone for a while. Anyway, I need to finish getting dressed."

"Of course," Sarah answered. "By the way, here's your handbag. We've kept your mobile phone, for the moment, if you don't mind."

"And even if I do," Sue said with a laugh. Sarah gave a rueful smile.

"Just knock on the door when you're ready. Angela will wait outside and she'll come and fetch us when you're ready to talk again."

And with that they all trooped out. Sue stared at the banker's draft. It really was silly money. Then she went over to the wardrobe. All the clothes were, as with the underwear, top of the range stuff from the best West End stores, stuff that would normally be well beyond her means. She wondered about the real client. How rich would they have to be to afford all this? She chose a trouser suit in navy blue and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked fabulous. If only she could afford clothes like this.

And that was when the plan started. Well, the initial seeds had been sown by Angela, but that was when it started to make sense. Sure, she'd accept the banker's draft, Executive Fantasies were going to have to pay, but there would be more to it that that. She went to the door, knocked on it and, when Angela answered she told her that she was ready to talk. Two minutes later Sarah and Francine were walking back into the room.

"I have a slightly different suggestion," Sue started. "One that might suit both of us..."

Six months later

Sue, her hands locked behind her back, shuffled across the floor on her knees. Fiona, as ever, looked magnificent as she stood over her in her role as the Countess. Beside her, also on their knees, were the two other 'slaves', Angela in role as Trixie and Jennifer, today's client. Sue had only glanced at the script. She found it easier to stay in role if she didn't know exactly what was coming and, ever since she had joined the cast after that fateful weekend, she had grown to trust that whatever was meted out would be thrilling and fabulously sexy. But, even though she didn't know the details she knew that before the weekend was over she would be getting as good as she gave. Not only would her tongue be well used but she would also be on the receiving end. 

Right now, though, it was time to play her part. She leant forward and kissed the Countess's toes. She felt the riding crop tracing the outline of her naked buttock and, even before the first blow, she felt her juices flow. All this and a fat paycheque at the end of the day. This was real job satisfaction!



Mistaken Identity Ch. 02



2 – Second Encounter

It had been six months since Jeremy was last in Asia. He remembered his last trip with a mixture of fondness and irritation, both connected to the amazing sexual encounter he'd had with someone he met in a bar. He'd thought she was a prostitute and was surprised to find that she hadn't accepted the money he'd put in her purse. He was annoyed that he'd been unable to find her again before he had left, so he could ask for an explanation. He still thought about her occasionally, usually when he was masturbating. Somehow, all succeeding sexual encounters, while enjoyable, hadn't come close to matching the heat and excitement of his time with her. He wondered if he would bump into her on this trip, but didn't want to look her up. He was there for work meetings, and he didn't think he would have free time to visit the bar where they'd met.

As expected, his first two days of work meetings were tedious. He wasn't looking forward to this third day, which he'd have to spend at a workshop. He studied the program; the workshop was related to investments and corporate social responsibility. He prepared himself for a long day.

He had just settled in his seat, smiling politely at the person beside him, when a woman walked in. He sat up straight, staring at her. It couldn't be...she was dressed very differently from when he had last seen her. She was wearing a demure knee-length skirt, plain blouse and dark blazer, low heels, and was sporting a pair of glasses. But he was almost sure it was her. He stared as she sat two rows in front of him, chatting with the woman sitting beside her. He hardly paid attention to the welcoming remarks and the first speaker, he was too busy staring at her. She seemed to feel his gaze, as she squirmed in her seat, and tried to discreetly look around. When the first coffee break was announced, she stood up quickly and headed for the refreshment table.

He took his time, following her slowly, watching the way her hips swayed when she walked. He noted that she seemed to be well-known to the other participants. She often stopped to say hello to people who greeted her. He caught up with her at the coffee urn. He stood behind her and said, "Well, well, well...never thought I'd see you here, Hunny..." She spun around and stared up at him, her lips parting in shock. "J-Jeremy?" 

"So you do remember me?"

She smiled shakily, but gamely responded: "Obviously." 

Their conversation was interrupted when one of the organizers of the workshop came up to her. "Ria, I hope you're staying the whole day." She nodded, said she would be, and smiled as the person walked away. 

Jeremy arched a brow, "Ria?"

She blushed, but somehow found the nerve to smile up at him cheekily. "Hunny is my...stage name."

He leaned in close and whispered, "I don't know whether to spank you or kiss you. I want to do both."

She turned an even deeper shade of red and looked away. She was saved from giving him a response when someone dragged her away to get her opinion on one of the topics of the workshop. She looked back at Jeremy as she walked away, smiling at him and just shrugging. He smiled back, thinking that this was not over, not by a long shot. 

His attempts to speak with her again during lunch were frustrated, as she was surrounded by friends and colleagues. He sat with one of his friends, and asked him if he knew Ria. His friend nodded, "Yes, lovely woman. Very talented, she's got a beautiful voice." Jeremy said he'd heard her singing at a bar the last time he was in town. His friend said, "Well, she's singing tomorrow night at a new jazz club in town; my wife and I are going--would you like to join us?" He accepted with alacrity, realizing that he probably wouldn't be able to speak with her that day. He was more and more intrigued by her, and was eager to find out more.

He did get to speak with her once more, at the end of the workshop. He said goodbye, and casually added, "I'll see you tomorrow night." She looked up at him, dark brown eyes wide, and managed a polite response.

He got through his meetings the following day, although his mind wasn't really on any of them. He wondered if she was looking forward to seeing him again. He met his friend and his wife and they went to the jazz club. Ria was already there, wearing a simple black dress that clung to her curves and had a slit that ran nearly to mid-thigh. She was also wearing sheer silk stockings, and a pair of high heels. Her hair curled softly around her face; she wasn't wearing her glasses, and her brown eyes were heavily outlined in kohl. Jeremy stared at her, and felt his cock stir in his pants. All he wanted to do was take her to bed. 

She seemed to know the moment he arrived. She looked at him, and caught the hunger in his gaze. She flushed, her nipples tightened, and she felt heat begin to gather between her legs. She licked her lips nervously, and forced herself to concentrate when the keyboardist asked her a question. She just wanted the set to begin, so she could lose herself in the music. She took a sip of her tea, and sighed with relief when she was told they could start. She channeled her passion through her singing, and let the audience feel the heat that she usually kept hidden inside.

Jeremy and his friends listened, spellbound. His need for her grew, and it was all he could do not to drag her off stage and fuck her senseless. When the set ended, she stepped off stage and began greeting people in the audience. Jeremy impatiently waited until she got to his table. He suffered through her small talk with his friends. When she turned to him, he asked, "Will you be singing another set?" 

She said she would be doing another 45 minutes. Their friends excused themselves, saying that they had early morning meetings the following day. Jeremy said he would stay, and told Ria that he hoped they would get to speak more after her last set. She nodded, said goodbye, and moved on to the next table.

She wasn't sure how she got through her second set; she felt like she was on auto-pilot, except for the growing heat and lust that suffused her body. She could feel Jeremy's gaze on her, and her body responded to him. When the set ended, Jeremy stepped up to the stage and helped her down. He possessively led her to his table, and made sure she sat close beside him. The club was dimly lit, and Jeremy took her hand and rested it on his groin, making sure she felt his erection. She gasped, but made no attempt to pull her hand away, instead lightly caressing his throbbing length. He whispered, roughly, "Look at the effect you have on me... I wanted to talk to you...to find out more about the woman I assumed was a whore, but all I can think of is fucking you." 

She looked at him and smiled, her eyes dark with lust and promise. "Come home with me."

She said goodbye to the musicians and the club owner, and led Jeremy downstairs. This time he didn't have a car, so they took a taxi to her place. She lived comfortably, but simply, a far cry from what he was used to. He wasn't really paying attention to his surroundings, though; he was focused on her, on that sweet mouth he hadn't used the last time they fucked.

As soon as they entered her flat and she locked the door, he pushed her to her knees. She didn't protest, she just smiled up at him, and quickly unzipped his pants and tugged down his boxers. He was throbbing, his erection jutting almost painfully upwards, already glistening with pre-cum. With a soft, hungry moan she wrapped her lips around his flared head and suckled, fingers closing over his stiff shaft and stroking. He sank his fingers in her hair and moaned loudly when her lips slid over his shaft, taking in half his length. She pulled back, her tongue working around his cock, only to drop her head down again, mouth hot and wet around him. Her head bobbed rhythmically, her cheeks hollowing each time she pulled back, then moving back down to take more of him in, until he was lodged deep in her throat. She glanced up at him, her dark eyes hazy with lust, scarlet lips stretched around his girth. He groaned again when she swallowed, her throat squeezing him. She slowly drew back, and his cock head popped free of her mouth, bouncing lightly against her face, saliva and pre-cum leaving sticky trails on her cheeks and chin. She grasped him firmly in both hands, and teasingly licked up and down his shaft, tongue swirling around his cock head. He pushed her hands away and pressed his cock back into her mouth, sliding it all the way back down her throat. He again grasped her hair in his hands, and began driving his cock into her mouth, fucking her roughly. She whimpered around his shaft, slightly frightened by his roughness, but at the same time so turned on, she didn't want him to stop. She let him use her mouth, moving her tongue around his cock whenever she could. He pumped hard, his cock sliding nearly escaping her lips, only to ram in deep. Saliva began to seep out the sides of her mouth, and involuntary tears trailed down her cheeks. Still, she didn't try to pull away, but kept her gaze fixed on his face, and her lips tightly wrapped around his cock. He started to thrust more erratically, rough thrusts that ended with him cumming deep in her mouth. He pulled her head tightly against his groin, and she struggled to breathe as he shot loads of thick, creamy cum down her throat. When he was satisfied that she had swallowed all of it, he released his grip on her hair. She sat back, gasping for breath, staring up at him...her red lips swollen, face messy with drool and pre-cum and runny mascara--but to him, she had never looked hotter.

He pulled her back up to her feet, and told her to strip. She immediately obeyed, though she had to ask for his help to unzip her dress. She let it fall to the floor, and stepped out of it, hands moving to unhook her bra. She let that, too, drop onto the floor, before hooking her hands in the waistband of her panties and tugging them down over her hips. He told her to leave her stockings and heels on, and then he walked around her, studying her. His hands stroked the soft skin of her back, then firmly squeezed her ass cheeks. He tweaked her nipples, rolling them in his fingers until her knees buckled. Then he rested one large palm against her pussy, chuckling when he felt how soaked she was. He withdrew his hand, and it was his turn to strip. She watched him avidly, taking in the sight of his muscled frame. He was just as hot as she remembered. When he was naked, he asked her to lead them to her bedroom, smiling as she walked in front of him, hips swaying seductively.

When they got to her room, he settled himself on the bed, and made her lie beside him. He began exploring her body, light teasing little touches that drove her crazy. His fingers teased her already hard nipples, before skimming over her belly, to dip between her legs. He showed her his fingers, coated with her juices, then offered them to her lips. She sucked on his fingers greedily, and moaned around them when he suckled on her nipples. She arched her back, thighs spread wide, hips writhing. "Please, Jeremy...please!" 

He laughed softly, reveling in his control over her. He returned his fingers to her soaked pussy, sliding them deeply inside her slippery channel, enjoying the warmth of her. He pumped his fingers in and out a few times, watching as her hips thrust upwards, following his movements. He leaned in and again suckled on one dark pink nipple, hearing her cry out with pure lust and feeling her pussy tighten around his fingers. He bit her nipple gently, then soothed it with his tongue, before moving to her other breast. He used his thumb to press down on her clit, moving it in tight little circles. She groaned louder, hips bucking; he could feel her pussy squeezing his fingers, and just when she was at the brink of an orgasm, he withdrew his fingers. 

She cried out in protest, her body aching for release. She tried to slide one of her hands down to her needy sex. He grabbed her hand, and shook his head. "No, kitten, not yet." She pouted, but didn't fight him. He kissed her, then said, "good girl."

She squirmed on the bed, wondering what he was waiting for. He looked at her, taking in the sight of her brown skin, slick and gleaming with sweat. He studied her dark pink nipples, crinkled and stiff. His gaze traveled over to her plump mound, the lips of her sex flushed and swollen, with her silvery juices dripping down onto the sheets. 

"Why didn't you tell me you weren't a prostitute?" he asked.

She looked at him, eyes wide, "You really want to discuss that NOW?"

He nodded, and said "Yes, kitten."

She sighed, "Everything happened so fast. You just assumed I was one, and never really gave me a chance to explain. Before we went to your place, we didn't really talk about it. And when we were done with the sex, you ...dismissed me...you just left the money and went off to shower." 

He grinned, ruefully. "I can be an ass sometimes, can't I?" 

She nodded emphatically, which made him laugh. Smiling up at him, she asked, "Will you please just fuck me now, Jeremy?"

He pretended to consider her question, which made her grab a pillow and try to hit him. He easily evaded the pillow, took it from her and tossed it aside. "I would be happy to fuck you now, Ria." 

He made her flip over, onto her hands and knees. He knelt behind her, and ran his hands over her back, down to her full, rounded rear. He surprised her by giving it a hard slap. She squeaked, and turned to look at him. 

"Ah, there's that little squeak again. I can't tell you how much I missed it."

He spanked her again, before rubbing his cock head over her slit, coating it in her juices. He made her spread her thighs wider apart, until they were taut with the strain. He positioned his cock right at the entrance to her sex, and forcefully thrust all the way in. Both of them cried out with sheer pleasure. He loved how her velvet walls gripped him tightly, enveloping him with soft, wet heat. She loved how thick he felt inside her, how he just filled her up. When he began to pull back, she moaned again and again; she could feel every inch of him rubbing against her sensitive flesh. He kept only his cock head inside her, before slamming in again. He set a fast pace, ramming his cock into her repeatedly, making her squeal with pleasure. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust, and he reached for them, teasing and pinching her nipples, pulling on them until she was dizzy with lust and need. The sensations were so intense, she almost couldn't bear them. Everything--the sound of their bodies slapping against each other, the scent of sweat and musk and sex, his groans and her cries of lust—overwhelmed her. Pleasure spiraled higher and higher, building deep within her, until with a loud cry, she orgasmed. Her body shook and shuddered beneath his, her sex clenched tightly around his cock, squeezing it almost painfully, her walls pulsing, caressing his shaft. He fucked her through her orgasm, plunging his cock deeply into her, his rhythm growing more erratic, until he, too found release. She felt his cock twitch and throb, then felt the warm streams of his cum spurting into her. She shuddered again, her pussy walls still gently pulsing around his shaft.

They both collapsed on the bed; their bodies sliding against each other, slick with sweat. When he pulled out of her, he saw rivulets of his cum and her juices escape her sex, and pool on the sheets. He settled on the bed, and tugged her against him, holding her tightly; they were both breathing quickly, pulses racing. As she snuggled against him, she slowly relaxed, and a contented, dreamy smile played over her lips. He noticed it, and chuckled breathlessly. "You look, how I feel," he said. She was feeling too good to respond.

He added, "There are so many things I want to know about you, my kitten. But at the moment, I'm too content and wiped out to ask. We'll talk in the morning."

She nodded, already sleepy. "Yes," she repeated drowsily, "in the morning."

To be continued...



Mistaken Identity Ch. 02



Janice becomes assertive, at last

Next morning Janice nursed a sore head. She was surprised to see Roy handing over a glass of orange juice, yet gratefully accepted it, and downed it in one. At least this time it was lacking vodka. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her.

'Good morning, darling,' he whispered in an ear.

After the initial surprise, she hissed, 'What are you doing in my bedroom? If my, err, uncle comes in he'll be cross, or worse.' 

Peering over his shoulder she realised it wasn't her room. It then sank in he'd called her darling. She used that endearment while making love, or so her husband, Bernard, often told her. Pulling her thighs together, she felt something, and moaned in anguish. The crotch of her panties were askew, and very wet. She became aware of a familiar male musky smell. A mixture of her juices, and his, were leaking over her thighs. Her eyes went wide with fear. 

'Oh! Shit!' she mumbled. 

The boy was kissing her neck, working his way around to her lips. Her mouth hung open in astonishment. She lay back stunned, as he deeply kissed her. She didn't kiss him back, but he didn't seem to notice. He moved onto her little breasts, which were normally taboo, even to her husband. He kissed them reverently as though they were precious. 

She lay there with a look of surprise on her face, or was it stupidity. How was she going to explain this to Bernard! Her mind froze, then went into a loop, emoting from recriminations, through guilt, to excuses, and back again. 

She became aware that he was playing with her down there. She must put a stop to this! Letting a young guy of eighteen do things to her, a mature married woman, was so very wrong, very bad, and very stupid. She began to pant. Her mind caught up with her body, and at that moment her brain became flooded with arousal. 

She shook her head to clear it of the muzzy feeling and regretted it. Reaching between her legs, she pulled his hand away.

'Not now, Roy, I'm not up to it,' she croaked. 

'Had a good night then? Ready for breakfast? OH!' Emily exclaimed, and quietly shut the door on them.

She'd been worried over letting Janice down, by shoving her into Roy's bed. The girl was drunk, and he was a virgin, or had been last night. She didn't think they would get up to anything! Last night she was a little drunk herself and it seemed like a good joke, to see them waking up in bed together, looking highly embarrassed. Instead, they were awake early, and at it again. She'd guessed the girl wasn't a virgin, and knew what was what. It shouldn't have been a surprise to find they'd been at it, though it was still astonishing. 

Eventually Janice emerged from the bedroom. She looked guilty as hell. Her brother looked so pleased with himself, he might burst. Emily had recovered, both from the alcohol, and finding them in a compromising position.

'So, what have you two been doing,' Emily cheerily said. 'Ready to go out for breakfast,?' she asked.

'I've got to get back to my room and change,' Janice shyly said.

It was so embarrassing facing Roy's sister, as the girl had discovered what they had been up to. She caught them fumbling around in bed this morning, and it was obvious Roy had made it with her last night.

'I can lend you some clothes, if you like,' Emily suggested.

Roy went back to the bedroom to find his watch, leaving the two girls to natter. 

'I've got to get back to the room. I won't join you for breakfast, as it would be better to cool it off with Roy. He, I mean we, err, you know. We shouldn't have. I'd better go. Bernard will be wondering where I am,' she said, trying to sound firm.

Inside she was in turmoil, trying hard not to show it. 

'I don't think your uncle will be missing you right now,' Emily grinned. 

She knew her mother was in bed with him, as she hadn't arrived back to her room last night. She'd also heard the bed banging against the wall, while they were having it away.

'You're not going to drop my brother are you?' Emily questioned her.

'It was a mistake. I shouldn't have, can't get involved,' she gabled.

It didn't make it any easier sharing the awful truth with someone, as it was supposed to. Janice felt so guilty she wanted to cry. Only just holding back, she made her way to the door.

Emily moved quickly to block her way. 'You'll upset him, you know that. He's not that great with girls, and he's fallen for you. It's not just a one night stand for him,' Emily crossly pointed out.

'I'm sorry! I mustn't, it's wrong,' she whined.

'What will your uncle say, when he finds out. Oh, yes! I'll tell him, and mom,' Emily viciously warned.

'Please, you mustn't. He's my, err, guardian. He looks after me. Please don't tell Bernard, or your mother,' she pleaded.

The thought of that horrible woman putting her over a knee again for a spanking, was dreadful. Hearing Janice had been in bed with her precious son was likely to rile her. It would be more than a mere slap of her ass this time. The woman was too big and powerful to fight, and Sandra would have the support of Bernard. He would encourage the woman to punish her like a dirty, naughty girl. 

Damn! She would think her son had been seduced by an older, married woman! Sandra would thrash her in public, to humiliate her! Janice's imagination was working overtime. The image of being punished by that brazen woman, while her husband encouraged the ordeal, was frightening.

'Stay with Roy. He won't pester you, much. All you have to do is keep him happy, and I'll keep your secret. OK?' Emily demanded an answer. 

She changed her tone, softening to Janice. Maybe she wasn't such a slut after all. It wasn't her first time, as she would have reacted differently. It was just that she was more concerned over her uncle finding out, rather than thinking about how Roy felt.

'Come on, let's go to breakfast,' Emily said.

Janice pulled on the clothes her new friend gave her, not caring what she wore. Her mind was dominated by the stupidity of yesterday and last night. She was miserable, and unconcerned with anything around her, or what was being said. Her mind was dominated by guilt and worry over how Bernard was going to react. Would he see it in her face? Maybe it was better to avoid him for awhile.

Roy put his arm around her on the walk to a restaurant. There were several on the hotel complex, and they picked the one furthest from their rooms, with the intention of avoiding Bernard and the harridan. When she tried to pull away from Roy, Emily gave her a fierce look. Despite the implications, she found it comforting to be cuddled. Roy was nice, and wasn't trying to cajole her into anything. He was content just to be close. His sister had been heavy earlier, but she too turned out to be sympathetic.

As they entered the restaurant, Janice caught sight of herself in a mirror. She had been so self-obsessed, she hadn't noticed how she was dressed. The cut off t-shirt wasn't so bad, as there wasn't much to hide. 

It was the shorts that made her look away. They were a tan colour, much the same as her legs. The stretchy shorts had ridden up in the crotch while walking there, showing a distinct camel toe. A sudden awareness of how lewdly her cheeks were separated, had a hand automatically ready to pull at them. The embarrassment of drawing attention to herself, stopped the movement.

She sat down at the nearest table. 

'You go ahead, I'll order the coffee,' Janice said.

While they perused the buffet, she fiddled with the stretchy shorts. It was no good, they clung like a second skin. She looked down at herself, and groaned in dismay. If anything, they looked worse. The tiny shorts split her lips, revealing her private place. From a distance it would look as though she were naked.

With elbows on the table, she cradled her head in shame and self-pity. Emily brought her eggs, bacon, and waffles.

'Do you want honey, or corn syrup?' Emily asked.

'I don't think I could eat anything,' she shrugged.

'Come on eat. You'll never grow up if you don't,' Emily teased her.

Roy was tucking into a plate-full, and went back for more.

Janice picked at the food for a while, then bent to the inevitable. After all she had been through, the shorts were the least of her worries. She finished the breakfast and sipped another coffee.

Not caring how she looked, they left on a tour of the hotel complex. Roy and Emily showed her around, having arrived a couple of days earlier. There were the predictable reactions from men. They quickly looked away, when Roy and Emily glared at them. 

The young guys showed interest, though Roy's presence kept the wolves at bay. After awhile she put her arm around him, in appreciation of his protection. She even managed to return a smile. How could she punish him for her mistakes. As the day wore on, they began to relax together, and she got him to talk. 

Emily was pleased to see them getting on. It should have been before they got it off, but they looked good together, so that was all right. Her brother was happy and Janice was loosening up. She figured the magic potion was called for, to end another perfect day. She'd filled a bottle with orange, and a good dose of her mother's vodka.

Hand in hand, they meet up with Bernard and Sandra.

'Where have you three been all day?' Sandra asked. Not sounding displeased over them being missing, one little bit.

'Just around. Showing Janice around,' Emily spoke up.

'Good. You've looked after her then,' Sandra said, and pinched Janice's cheek.

Janice wanted to ask what they had been up to all day. She bit her tongue, holding back a caustic remark. What did it matter if her husband had spent the day with that woman, when she had spent the night with Roy. She just wanted to get away from both of them. So did the other two.

'Here's some pocket money,' Sandra offered her two. 'Here you are, dear, something for you too. Don't spend it all on sweets,' she warned Janice. 

Bernard wanted to say something, though what could he say. He wasn't used to dealing with children, and it was all the more confusing that his niece, was really his wife. It was a mystery to him why she was still behaving like this. Why hadn't she come back to their room to change into something decent? 

On second thoughts, that would have been a disaster. He'd been in bed with Sandra, until almost midday. Maybe that was why she was avoiding him. At least she wasn't looking at him with daggers in her eyes, as would be expected if she knew. 

'Let me, I should, err. Here's some pocket money,' he awkwardly spoke.

It felt strange treating his wife like a teenager. Giving her pocket money at least saved him spending on a shopping spree. Not that he would allow her to waste money.

'Don't hold it in your hand, you'll lose it. Tuck it away in a pocket,' Sandra told Janice.

Janice didn't have a pocket, so tucked the notes in the tight waist band. It was then that Bernard noticed what she was wearing. 

Taking her to one side, he demanded, 'Have you been walking around like that all day?' 

'Yes! No thanks to you. Emily wouldn't let me go back to our room this morning, until well after breakfast. When we did, you weren't there. I still haven't got a key,' she hissed at him.

'Oh! Well. What are you going to do about this farce?' he asked.

He was relieved she hadn't found out about his indiscretion. He and Sandra had been drunk, when they tumbled into his room, and on to the bed. She was certainly less inhibited than his wife. He'd never had such a steamy session. 

'I don't know. I can't declare I'm your wife now. We would be a laughing stock all through the hotel,' Janice whispered back.

She was thinking over what Emily told her, about telling everyone she had slept with Roy. She didn't want her husband finding out, or anyone else finding out she was a married woman. It meant playing along with the ruse, until they thought of something.

'That must be avoided, of course. We had better carry on as we are. Just don't mess up, OK?' he firmly stated.

'Go on you three, scamper off and play,' Sandra encouraged them.

His wife seemed eager to be away with the two kids. He watched her walk off, hip to hip, with that boy's arm embracing her. In the poor light it looked as though her bottom half was naked. He could see her cheeks gyrate as she walked away. 

Caught between demanding her return, and being free to spend time with Sandra, he hesitated. How could he let his wife walk away looking like that, with a boy holding on to her? He was clinging to her tighter than the shorts. He opened his mouth to shout at her, to call her back. 

The words froze in his mouth on seeing the boy grope his wife. The boy dropped his hand to Janice's bottom and palmed a cheek. She didn't even miss a step as they walked away. The boy ran his fingers between her cheeks!

Sandra wrapped an arm around him, and kissed his lips. He couldn't say anything, from fear his wife might turn and catch them smooching. Over Sandra's shoulder he could see his wife trying to untangle herself from that boy. Roy had Janice's bottom in both his hands, and was kissing her neck. Damn! His wife seemed to have given up the struggle to get away from him.

'They seem to be getting on fine. It will leave us time to play,' Sandra giggled, and grabbed his cock through his trousers.

Damn! She was so much more exciting than Janice. It also made a change to have a large pair of breasts in bed.

'We shouldn't let them get too close,' Bernard warned. 

He strained his eyes in their direction, but couldn't see them in the dark.

'Is she on the pill?' Sandra asked, without the usual amusement tinting her voice.

'Yes. Oh! They can't, err, not my, err, niece,' he spluttered.

'It might calm them both down. They need to learn about life, Bernard. They're at that awkward age. I guess I've got to let him grow up,' she mused.

'You can't mean it. Not with my, err, niece, not your son, with my. . .' he said, looking shaken.

'Well, I'm sure she can look after herself. If she doesn't want to, she won't,' Sandra said.

Bernard couldn't believe they were talking about Janice like that. Shit! The woman wanted her son to screw his wife! Sandra wanted his wife to be used as a sexual plaything, to teach the boy about sex. Not that she was very imaginative in bed. He dismissed the uncalled-for thought. Janice had already been put upon by those two, letting them drag her around all day. She was too easily influenced, unable to make her own decisions. 

'We had better see what they are up to,' Bernard urgently said. 

He grabbed Sandra's hand, and followed them. 

Janice gave in to others far too much. Without him around to tell her what to do, there was no telling what she might be talked into. The makeover, and the disaster yesterday was a result of giving in to two young girls. It looked as though Roy and his sister were influencing Janice, and leading her into deeper trouble. 

Anything could happen, if he left her in the hands of a randy eighteen year old. Hell! Watching her reluctantly giving in to that boy, letting him kiss her, then maul her, was shocking. Left with that boy long enough, and she would be putty in his hands. It was dreadful to think she might give in to him. 

'Slow down! I thought we might go back to your room for a drink,' she complained.

The path led to the open air arena. He could see Janice and the other two sitting on the steps at the front of the arena. There was no way he could drag Sandra down there, through the crowd. For a moment he considered leaving Sandra, to barge his way through the throng. Other kids were sitting around, watching some group playing what they called music, and what he called - too loud. Instead he and Sandra took a table overlooking the three kids, thinking they couldn't get up to much down there.

Janice should have been furious with her husband, for not helping her out of the dire situation. Feeling guilty prevented her from thinking to demand the room key, as she just wanted to get away from him. 

Spending the day with Roy and Emily had been fun, and relaxing, with the pressures of adult responsibility shaken off for a short time. Roy was attentively looking after her, which was comforting. It was also necessary to keep him happy, to prevent Emily from revealing her awful secret.

Emily handed Janice a plastic cup of juice. Janice smelt it, confirming it was vodka and orange. This time she sipped it, rather than knock it back. The loud music and alcohol had its effect on an already troubled mind. Roy pulled her into his shoulder, which she readily accepted. 

He whispered in her ear and she nodded, not knowing what she was agreeing to. She was mellow, and no longer keeping Roy happy just to keep his sister quiet. He kissed an ear on his way around her neck, and she joined in.

Bernard wasn't happy. Sandra's boy and his wife were sitting hand in hand, hip to hip, like young lovers. Now they were necking! 

'You OK?' Sandra asked, having to speak close into his ear. 

'Are you sure they should be doing that?' he asked. 

He hoped she would say something, to give him an excuse to break them up.

'I know what you mean. It's difficult, but you've got to give them room to experiment,' Sandra said.

Sandra wouldn't be so understanding if she knew her son was experimenting with his wife. He gulped a cocktail and ordered another. He looked down at them and was shocked. The young guy had his arms around his wife, deeply kissing her. Damn! The boys hands were all over his wife. She must know he was watching, so this was in retaliation for leaving her with the kids. What she would do on discovering he was bedding Roy's mother, he dare not think about. 

She wasn't encouraging the lad, but she wasn't fighting him off either. 

'I should send her to her room,' he said.

'Best keep an eye on them here. There's no telling what they'll get up to in her room,' Sandra pointed out. 'Besides, we could use your room again, if you like,' Sandra laughed.

Recalling last night's romp, he grinned back at her. 

He couldn't help looking at his wife, noting their progress. She looked so hot, it seemed she was enjoying it. Was it just a silly mistake, letting that boy work her up into a state of arousal, or was she doing it on purpose. She wasn't very good at saying no. She was too easily talked into doing what others wanted, which in this case was dangerous. He knew full well what a young randy guy wanted.

'Don't worry. A girl has her limits, and won't go beyond them,' Sandra reassured him.

He wasn't so sure. She wasn't a girl, she was a woman of experience. Surely his wife wasn't going to let that young guy screw her, to get back at him? Where was that boy's hand? Damn! She was letting him maul her breasts! What was she doing to him? Their hands were everywhere. 

She was enthusiastically smooching him now, not just letting him kiss her. He couldn't see the boys hands, and that worried him. What was she doing now? Shit! Her hips were moving in a slow steady rhythm. Was his hand in the crotch of those flimsy shorts? 

He looked down at his own crotch, and gulped. Sandra had a hand in his jeans, pulling on his cock. He was hard as a rock. It was enough of a distraction to pull his eyes away from Janice. What the hell! He'd already had Sandra, and was going to again. They quickly paid the bill and were ready to leave. 

A glance back at his wife relieved any guilt that might have remained. She was carried away in a passionate embrace, with that boy! She was behaving more lewdly in public than she would ever have done with him. It was well beyond a reprisal for his abandonment of her. It was her fault she was trapped in the role of adolescent, so she would have to un-entangle herself without his help.




Mistaken Identity Ch. 02



Bernard and Sandra had speedily reached the room, torn their clothes off, and were writhing on the bed. Bernard was amazed at the way she freely sucked his cock into her mouth, and swallowed it. He only just held back from spurting his load into her belly. 

She came up for air, and smiled at him. 'I know you want to. I'll revive you for my turn if you do,' she said, with a look of devilment in her eyes.

Oh fuck! She was inviting him to spurt his load down her throat!

'No. Let me suck your breasts,' he heavily breathed at her.

She slowly kissed her way up his body, and all the while he watched, his cock stiffened harder. She meant it. She was willing to suck him back to life, to do it again. He wanted her on top so he could suck on her breasts, while she rode him.

At the last moment she sat up, pulling her breasts away from his open mouth. She lowered herself onto his cock, pushing hard to gain it all. She leant forward with her breasts an inch from his mouth, and teased him. He tried to push up, with them so close, but again they were just out of reach. The movement sawed his cock over her clit, and she moaned in pleasure.

Damn! The woman was magical. He gave up on her breasts to heave her up, feeling his cock deep inside. She gripped it fiercely, and began to slowly ride him. He lay back watching her large tits swaying tantalisingly above him. He started to cum, and she followed.

The four of them made it back to their rooms, with numerous petting stops on the way. As though taking the lead from Emily, she followed Roy into his bedroom, as Emily led her new boyfriend to hers.

Not so drunk this time, Janice didn't have that excuse to misbehave. She'd spent the whole day with a handsome young guy, noticing other girls admiring him, and staring at her with jealous looks. She was no longer the girl in high school left out. She was with the handsome hunk, and was ready to surrender to him. Sitting on his bed, necking, she felt his hand on her chest. She was about to back away, from realising she was going too far. 

The sound of Emily and the boy in the next room, made her hesitate. An obvious banging on the wall of a bed-head, added to the sense that everyone else was enjoying themselves. It was just a holiday romance, she murmured around his tongue. 

She fell back, pulled her top off and rolled down the shorts. He reverently sucked on a nipple, while she watched in amazement. He appreciated her little breasts! A hand was gently stroking the other breast. They tingled as they had never done before. She arched her back, wanting to feel him down there. As though he had got the message, he kissed his way down her body, lingering tantalisingly over her flat tummy, then onward. 

He kissed her mound, her thighs, and everything between. There was no turning back now. She was well and truly hooked. She pulled him onto her, and manoeuvred her hips under him. She took hold of his stiffness, and guided it across her bud, back and forth. There was no need, for she was soaking wet, it was just a self indulgence.

'Darling, fill me up. Fill me with your lovely cock,' she implored him.

He thrust into her deep and hard. She hadn't experienced such wild abandon before. Their hips hit each other, pounding away at a fast pace. He suddenly stopped, pushing deep with strong leg muscles. She could feel his cock pulsing, imagining his red hot sperm driving deep into her body. Her belly erupted, with flames flowing along her veins, vitalising her entire body. 

'Darling, fill me with our lovely cum. I'm cumin, I'm there, hold still,' she whimpered.

They kissed and cuddled for awhile, then she turned over with him spooning her. In a warm embrace they felt replete, and at one with each other. They soon fell into a deep happy sleep.

***

Next morning Janice lay awake, wondering how this had happened. It was obvious her husband was having an affair with that woman. She couldn't blame Sandra, for she had pretended to be his niece, and hadn't been strong enough to stop their flirting. It would be easy to blame herself for everything, though surely Bernard had to share it.

With time to think, she remembered the bed-head banging against the wall, and worked out it was coming from her room. While her husband was banging Sandra, the son was banging her.

She held his face to her breast, and happily stroked his hair. It was because he treasured her breasts, and treated them with respect, that she allowed him to see and touch them so freely. It was a refreshing change to be so relaxed with her body, in front of someone. She was falling in love with him, yet didn't have the right to. She was a married woman, and he was just starting out in life, needing to find himself a young lover.

It was her turn to fetch him a glass of orange. It was a duty she felt glad to carry out, for her paramour. 

The freckles were still plainly visible, though the hair dye was thankfully fading. As soon as she could get into her room, she would have to grab the spare contact lenses. In the meantime the geeky glasses would have to be put up with. None of her clothes were suitable for a teenager, so she would have to borrow some from Emily. Her panties were flimsy things, but might do, and she no longer felt the need for a padded bra. Not in the company of Roy and his sister.

Janice put a hand to her mouth in surprise. The way she was planning things, it seemed she'd made up her mind to continue with the ruse. Was it to get back at her husband, or because she was sweet on Roy? Maybe, yet again, she was just conforming to what everyone else wanted. 

'You look pleased with yourself this morning,' Emily accused Janice. 

It was meant playfully and Janice gave her a big smile in return.

'What about you two, then?' Janice teased.

'He was all right. I kicked him out around three. You two were on your second session then,' she loftily said, with a grin on her face. 

'Oh, I didn't. . . we did, didn't we!' Janice said in surprise.

She didn't have much experience, but with Roy she felt it her duty to teach him. A silly idea, but she was becoming more free in bed. It was a good thing, if her pleasure levels were anything to go by.

'Come on, let's go to breakfast,' Emily encouraged, when Roy appeared.

Janice patted down the t-shirt, borrowed from Emily. A few days ago, she would have been worried about it being too short, when worn as a dress. They were her sandals, yet everything else was borrowed. Everything else didn't mean much, just a t-shirt, and a pair of teeny panties, from the lost property box. 

With Roy holding her tight, and Emily lightening their mood, she didn't care. On the way to the restaurant, Roy gently caressed her bottom, and she rested her head on his shoulder. People walking by didn't notice them, or if they did, they smiled pleasantly. Maybe they were remembering the innocence of their own youth.

Janice was reliving her youth, though this wasn't something she'd ever experienced. Maybe this was a second chance to be infatuated with a handsome young man. 

She knew her thoughts were coming up with excuses to make this acceptable. She was being carried away on a silly holiday romance, and should put a stop to it. Using Emily's blackmail threat as an excuse was another way of avoiding the honest truth. 

What the hell! She was on vacation, and could enjoy it as much as her husband was doing. Now she thought of him, it was realised she felt happier away from him. Coming into contact with him made her feel guilty, but before all this, he made her feel anxious all the time. 

The waiter quickly turned up, working hard for a tip. 'What's your pleasure this morning, ladies, gentleman?' the waiter politely asked.

They ordered, and off he went with a notepad full of scribbles.

'This is a change from the other day. You remember lunch with my mom?' Emily asked.

'How could I forget that harridan. Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean,' Janice wound down to a stop.

'Don't worry, mom put you through it bad,' Emily sympathised.

'I should of helped you out,' Roy added.

'It all worked out OK in the end,' Janice said, with a shrug.

Roy leaned over and tenderly kissed her. Janice glowed warmly.

'So it did end up OK,' Emily laughed at the two of them.

Janice had never been so open and demonstrative in public. Not having to dress up, and act like an adult to preserve her dignity, meant she could relax. No longer having to fight to maintain her adult status left her feeling free. No one took any notice of teenagers behaving badly, it was expected. In any case, they were just doing what came naturally. All the things she had missed out on in her teenage years.

Janice leaned over to Roy and kissed him passionately. She left a hand in his lap, resting on his growing hardness. The naughtiness of it thrilled her. Shedding the responsibilities of age, had allowed her to shed the restricting behaviour of adulthood. Maybe she was head over heels in love, for the first time.

After breakfast they hung around together. They met up with Harold, the guy Emily met. Emily linked arms with Janice to gossip about the two guys, and things in general. Janice had felt isolated in college, and so this too was a first. She found Emily refreshingly honest, and couldn't help laughing at her frank description of how useless guys were in bed.

'Roy is considerate. He tries to please me,' Janice explained.

'Harold doesn't. He's a wham, bam, thank you ma'am. He rolled off me last night, got dressed, and went,' Emily complained.

'That's terrible. Why are you still with him after that?' Janice said, sounding offended for her friend.

'Well, it was after the second time,' she giggled. 'He's got a big dick, and I'll teach him what to do with it,' she laughed.

Janice was a little shocked, but joined in, happy to be sharing intimacies with a new friend.

The two guys grunted at each other, with little to say. 

They turned a corner onto the beach where a breeze caught Janice's baggy t-shirt. It was up under her shoulders before she could bring it under control. Emily didn't make a fuss over it, and just stood back watching her friends frantic fight.

'You worry too much. Tonight we're going skinny dipping with the guys,' Emily told her. She held up a hand, indicating there was to be no argument.

Without thinking about it much, Emily guided them away from the beach, to where she thought her mother could be found. They were usually at a cafe bar, snacking and drinking. 

'Wowwww!' the two girls wailed. 

Sprinklers suddenly burst out, drenching them. The guys laughed, only just avoiding a soaking. They ran from the jets, which were click clacking around in a circle.

Janice immediately checked herself out, and desperately covered her breasts.

'Don't do that,' Emily scolded her. 'You've a great figure, there's no need to be afraid of it,' she rebuked her friend.

'I'm not afraid. It's just that, well, I've always wanted. . .' she trailed off.

'Bigger boobs. Loads of women want bigger tits. The secret is not to let it bother you. Whatever you've got, be proud of it,' Emily heavily lectured. 'You've got more than a cat-walk model,' she pointed out.

She pulled Janice's hands away from her chest, and smiled. 

'You happy with Janice's tits?' she asked her brother.

'They're lovely. Wonderfully sensitive,' he grinned.

'Yea, her tits are OK. I don't like big saggy ones,' the boyfriend added.

The girls looked at each other and chuckled. 

'OK. I believe you,' Janice granted. 

It was still difficult holding back from covering them. The wet t-shirt exposed them to all and sundry. She kept telling herself she was just a teen, so it didn't matter. Teenagers showed themselves off for fun, and didn't care.

'You three having fun? I see you've found a new friend, Emily, that's nice. Don't forget to take your pill,' Sandra told her daughter.

Emily rolled her eyes in mock despair, at her mother's embarrassing remark, in front of the new boyfriend. At least mom was relaxed about everything, now she was getting what she wanted from Bernard. She became irritable and broody when not having sex regularly.

'Have you tidied your room?' Sandra asked.

'Like yes, ma'am,' Janice said, following Roy and Emily's lead.

'You can have some pocket money then,' Sandra condescendingly spoke.

'Thank you, uncle,' Janice demurely said.

He knew something was going on between his wife and Roy, but that left him free to screw Sandra. Instead of facing up to the truth, he blanked it out. His wife was acting like one of the kids, so it was easy to just carry on pretending. Besides, it would be highly embarrassing to stop now, and admit she was his wife. He could imagine the fuss Sandra would make over his wife sleeping with her son. Everyone in the hotel would soon know every sordid detail.

Bernard gave his wife some pocket money, which he was pleased to do, as it was saving him money. If she had been spending as a wife, it would have meant a new outfit, and jewellery. Not that he allowed her to be extravagant with his hard earned cash.

'You can run along and play with your friends. Make sure you're a good girl,' he said, rubbing in her new role.

'Thank you, ma'am, thank you, sir,' Janice respectfully said. 

Sandra took hold of her hand, and quietly spoke to her. 'Have you been taking your pill, dear. You need to be careful. I don't want any accidents.'

'Err, yea, sure, ma'am,' Janice answered. 

She was lying, and felt stupid for missing a few days. She was behaving like an irresponsible adolescent, but this was simply brainless. Fuck! If she became pregnant with that young boy, what would happen then? A powerful instinctive feeling had her reeling. Her mind inexplicably switched on deep maternal instincts. This might be her last chance to have a baby, as Bernard wasn't interested. 

She'd let the adolescent role take over too deeply. She couldn't be so irresponsible as to become pregnant by a young boy. She shook her head, of the terrible thought. Instead of running from him in fear, she let him take her hand. She kissed him, long and hard, not thinking about her husband being there. The four of them sauntered off, hand in hand.

Bernard watched his wife smooching the boy, as though they were young lovers. Anger and consternation vied with each other. What could he say in front of everyone. He could hardly demand that his lover's son, must bring his wife back. The ridiculousness of his position left the consternation winning over anger.

'It's all right Bernard. You're niece can look after herself. It's just a vacation infatuation. She'll forget all about him once home. It's nice to see the young things in love. They're playing around, learning about things, but we know, don't we,' Sandra said, with a mischievous grin on her face.

'It's the learning about things I'm worried about,' he remarked.

'We could go back to your room, and I'll give you an all over massage. That will calm you down,' she suggested.

'Calm me down, or excite me?' he laughed.

She grabbed the front of his trousers, and told him, 'Excited already by the feel of things,' she commented.

More loud music that evening, combined with vodka, meant that Janice and Roy ended up in bed. Janice had thrown off the shackles of adult responsibilities, to do what came natural. Sex had never been natural to her, or as exciting as it was with Roy. Without prompting she got undressed, and snuggled up to him.

She even guided his mouth to a nipple, having lost her fear of revealing her small breasts. At least with him. Taking the advice from Emily, she guided him down the bed toward her naughty bits. A moment of inspiration had her turning around, to try something. In a sixty-nine position she hesitated over his penis, while he took the lead.

Roy had never had a close up look at a woman's sex. Of course he had a rough idea as to what was there, but it looked so much more complicated compared to pictures. He licked her slit, and after awhile found her button. He sucked it, and heard her moaning, confirming he was doing the right thing.

Janice hesitated kissing his penis. Bernard had suggested it once or twice, but given up on encouraging her. For Roy she was willing to try it. Her new liberated self was willing to try a lot of new things. She held his penis, but was a little frightened of it. She told herself she was just waiting to see if he needed instructions down there.

'Oh! Yes! Mmmm,' she moaned.

There was no excuse, she had to take the plunge. It didn't taste very nice. She licked it, and dribbled out of the corner of her mouth. He would be sleeping on that wet patch. She took a deep breath, then sucked its head into her mouth. The feel of it wasn't too bad, and if he enjoyed the sensation, it would have been worth the sacrifice. 

'Oh! Yes, do that,' she groaned.

Feeling his tongue enter her vagina was arousing. So much so, she sucked strongly on his cock, to treat it like a valued friend. This wonderful cock would be pleasuring her soon. She thanked it for the wonderful orgasms it had given her over the past few days. She pulled as much of his cock into her mouth as possible, and caressed his balls in one hand. 

Every time he sucked her nub, she powerfully sucked his cock. He was managing to suck all her bits into his mouth, so she felt obliged to do the same. She tried, and failed. It bulged her cheek, but was too long to fit in her mouth. Could she swallow it? Could she swallow his cum?

She lay there contentedly suckling on his cock, enthralled with it, intensely enjoying the attention to her sex. Feeling him play with her asshole, she made more of an effort with his sack. It had hardened like a large walnut. Her earnest efforts persuaded his cock into becoming even harder, and bigger.

For some while they kept up a steady licking, sucking, biting, and fondling synchronisation. Their bodies cried out for relief, and a conclusion to the sexual tension.

'I'm gonna cum!' he warned. 

'Me too!' she wailed.

The imminent deliverance of relief, overawed the doubt as to whether she could accept his cum in her mouth. She sucked on his cock with an extra pull, and swallowed in gulps. Each spurt she quickly swallowed, not wanting to feel the sticky globs in her mouth.

Roy's cock pulsed in time with the powerful pulls on his cock. She was gripping it tight, sucking him dry. Her hand was pumping his balls of every last drop. He continued to thrust his tongue as deeply as possible into her body. A finger joined in, with a thumb rubbing her clit. She was thrusting her crotch in his face, as though trying to suffocate him. 

Their animal like gasps and grunts, carried on for awhile. After what seemed an age, their heads collapsed into each other's laps. Their bodies sank into the bed, replete, exhausted. It felt as though the body had been sucked dry. Neither had an orgasm last so long. It felt as though they had achieved something marvellous, for each other, as well as themselves. It was inspirational, almost a religious experience.

How could she hold back from anything he wanted after that! He had similar thoughts, wondering what they could try next, and would it be as gratifying as this. 

***

Roy and Emily were on a two week vacation, whereas Janice only had the one week. That week went far too quickly. The three of them made promises to keep in touch, swapping telephone numbers, and email addresses. Outside the hotel the bus had been loaded, and Emily walked away from them, to give them a last moment alone. 

Janice could see her husband in a deep conversation with the woman. Roy was murmuring sweetness to her. His arms held on tight, not wanting to let her go. She felt his hardness against her belly, and a wicked thought crossed her mind. 





Mistaken Identity Ch. 02



'Step back, in there,' she urgently breathed into his ear. Through the thin screen of bushes, she could see her husband, but didn't care. She hoisted the front of the t-shirt dress, and pulled her panties to one side.

'We've not done it outside today,' she said, with a naughty grin.

He didn't need encouraging. He lifted her up, and lowered her onto his cock. He pushed up at her with urgent thrusts from powerful leg muscles. 

Over his shoulder she could see her husband looking around for her. If he looked carefully, he and anyone else, would see them at it. It wasn't as comfortable or pleasurable as being in bed. Nevertheless, there was an extra excitement from the danger of being discovered.

Feeling him spurt his load, she too cum. Just a warm feeling, nothing exciting enough to scream about. It was their last chance, and nice under the circumstances. It was certainly different, and showed how brazen she had become. The warm glow continued spreading throughout her body, and reached her face. She couldn't wipe the smile of satisfaction off her face.

'Another few days, and we'll be back home,' Sandra was saying.

'Ah, there you are. The bags are on the bus. Say good bye to Sandra. I guess you've said farewell to Roy and his sister,' he crossly spoke.

'Thank you, ma'am for making the holiday so good,' Janice said. 

She meant it, though aiming it toward Roy and Emily. She suffered the woman hugging her, and the suffocation of her deep cleavage. Emily was next for a cheerful hug. 

'Wipe your thighs, you dirty bitch,' Emily whispered. 

She handed her friend a tissue, half expecting her to clean herself up right there in front of everyone. The shy young girl they first met, turned out to be a right party animal. She had even got Roy to have sex in the bushes, where anyone could have seen them.

They laughed together, trying not to cry, and only just succeeding. Then it was Roy's turn. They hugged and kissed. It looked as though a bucket of cold water would be needed to separate them.

'Come on! The bus is ready,' Bernard demanded.

Janice let go of lover boy, and a strange, yet wonderful vacation.

He glowered at his wife for wearing such flimsy attire. The t-shirt hardly covered her thighs, and her nipples were hard, showing through the cotton. When she sat down he was about to tell her to rub in the sun tan lotion. A whiff of something familiar told him what it was. He looked away, shocked to realise that boy's cum was running over his wife's thighs.

He was too stunned to cope with the situation, and so ignored her and what happened. The flight home was spent in silent contemplation. He thought about Sandra, and she contemplated how relaxing it had been without Bernard.

***

When they got home, Bernard went away on a business trip, then a training course. Janice joined an assertiveness class, as something to do while he was away. When he was home, they hardly talked. They avoided talking about their vacation romances, though it sat heavily between them. 

***

Janice continued with her assertive classes, not really thinking they were much good. At the end of the session they were to pair off to think of a scenario for next week, where they would have to assert themselves.

One of the women warned her about the man who was there to prey on insecure women. He strode toward her, and she sighed heavily. 

'Let's get out of here and come up with something. My apartments near here, so we can have a drink and discuss next week's session,' he said.

'I don't think so. I've got to go,' she shyly spoke.

'I insist,' he said, and took a firm grip of her wrist. 

He walked her toward the door, talking firmly to her, insisting she complied with his demand.

'I haven't got time,' she timidly said, only to be ignored.

She thought of Emily and Roy, especially of Roy. The last moment with him came to mind. She remembered lifting the dress, offering herself to him.

The obnoxious man let go of her wrist, and staggered back.

It was then she realised her free hand had lifted the dress. 'I told you I haven't got time. Either it's here, or I'm going,' she brazenly spoke.

Everyone was staring at them. He stammered incoherently. She dropped the dress, and stalked out. Back at the car she shook with nervous laughter. Maybe the group was having an effect upon her after all. Not long ago she would have died of shame. Maybe it was just easier to expose her panties, after those terrible vacation moments.

***

Without a word of explanation over where he'd been, Bernard came home Monday evening. Janice had a peaceful weekend while he was away, and wasn't pleased to see him. She wasn't sure what she wanted, or was going to do, but the idea was forming that it didn't include him. He was on edge, waiting for her to say something. She handed him a coffee, without saying a word. 

'I'm moving in. . . with Sandra,' he blurted out.

'What am I going to do?' she plaintively responded.

The pathetic sound of her voice was a surprise. Wasn't this what she wanted? 

'She has a big house, so you could move in with us for awhile. Until you get a job, and sort things out,' he offered.

'What? Why?' Janice lamely asked. 

She was stunned that he could suggest such a stupid idea. 

'The money from the sale of this house would give us a new start,' he pointed out.

'How can you think that could possibly work,' she said.

'You'd have your own room,' said Bernard.

'Does Sandra know your planning on bringing your wife along to your love nest?' she asked, with a touch of incredulity in her voice. 'That would be cosy.'

'Well, I figured you could play along for a little longer. You know, pretend to be my niece,' he suggested.

Either he'd gone mad, or she was missing something. Why on earth would she want to move in with her husband, and his lover. He wasn't very good at compromising, and wanted to get his own way all the time, hence this stupid idea. Knowing him, he had a selfish reason. 

'Are you having a hard time with the kids?' she asked. 

'With Roy, mostly. If you were there you might be able to sort him out. Keep him out of the way,' he said, and shrugged.

'Like babysitting? So you think an eighteen year old will go for that?' she asked, sounding sceptical.

'You got on well with him on vacation,' he grumbled.

Guilty feelings shouldn't affect her, as he had slept with that damn woman, Sandra. Despite sleeping with Roy, the situation didn't balance out, or assuage the guilt she felt. 

'You can't be serious!' she nervously laughed.

'You don't have to do anything, just play along, keeping him happy,' he said.

'How will that possibly work, Bernard. You want your wife to flirt with that boy, while you screw his mother?' she complained.

'It's not like that, you're just being negative,' he said.

'I'd be living in your lover's house, pretending to be an adolescent, without the consideration and respect an adult deserves. I'd be treated like one of the kids, living under her rules. If I don't do as I'm told, what then? You remember the humiliation in that restaurant, don't you?' she reminded him.

She shook her head, wondering what in hell he was thinking. He was up to something, as usual, and she needed to find out what.

'It wouldn't be like that. I know it would be awkward. Living there for nothing would help you out. You could go to college on a refresher course in accountancy, or whatever. I'll give you some money each week, to tide you over. Once the house is sold you can find your own place,' he said, trying to enthuse her.

He just couldn't see it, or rather, he didn't want to. It had been the same from the moment they were married. He'd worn her down until she submitted to what he wanted in every little thing. It happened so slowly she hadn't noticed, until he'd taken over her life. Trying a different tack, she decided to agree with him, until finding out what it was really all about.

'I guess it would help me out for a while,' she mused. 'As one of the kids, it would look alright if you gave me an allowance,' she quietly said.

'Sure, why not. You'll need money, while you're on a training course. If you try I'm sure it would work, just for a little while,' he said. 

He gave her a reassuring smile, knowing he was swinging her into line as usual.

'If I'm going back to school, what about clothes, books, and other stuff?' she asked.

'Yea, yea, sure, whatever you need,' he confirmed. 'I'll even buy you a schoolgirl uniform,' he laughed.

She giggled, and said, 'That would be naughty, having your wife dressed as a schoolgirl, while you sleep with your girlfriend. Would you be able to cope, having your wife and lover in the same house?' she teased. 

He felt as if she were slipping from his grasp. Since returning from vacation she had been more rebellious, less conforming. She was his wife, and should do as she was told.

She put her head on one side, giving him an innocent look. She was determined to allay his suspicions that she was just leading him on. 

'There's a good college in that area, so it's tempting. I'm not sure about it, Bernard. Are you sure we could make it work?' she asked. 

'Sure, we can. You look so young when you dress that way. I'll pay the school fees and everything else, while you're there. You did a good convincing job on vacation,' he assured her.

Then it dawned on her. With him money was more important than anything else. Yet he was offering to pay her an allowance, and college fees. He mentioned selling the house, and was expecting half the property value.

She put on a look of innocence and vulnerability .

'I'd need you to look after me, Bernard. You know I rely on you. Though you'd have to be careful not to rouse suspicion, so they don't find out I'm your wife. After all, what would I do without you, if she kicked me out?' she said, with a pathetic expression.

'Sure, don't worry. I'll be there to look after you, like I've always done. We can make it work. You just have to do as you're told,' he said, giving her a false caring smile. 

'Are you sure Bernard? You're asking your wife to live in another woman's house, while you sleep with her. Would you mind that? I guess I need you to tell me what to do, as always,' she pathetically stated.

'No problem at all. Well, I guess it would be a little awkward,' he conceded. 

'Once I move in we'd have to carry it through. You'd have to support Sandra, and not make me your favourite kid,' she said.

'I'll still keep an eye on you, and make sure you're alright,' he smiled.

'Thank you Bernard. Though I'd better start calling you sir. As an adolescent it would look right when you to tell me what to do, just as you do now. As an eighteen year old, I'd have to go to high school, rather than college,' she said.

'I guess you're right. That would be awkward,' he said, looking worried.

'You're right about the school uniform. They wear one in the school local to Sandra's house. Do you think I could fit in, going back to high school?' she asked.

'I'm sure you could, if you put your mind to it. You look young enough when dressed like a teenager. I'm sure you'd soon fit in, and would get back into the swing of things,' he assured her.

'I guess it would all come back to me, after all, it isn't that long ago. I'd have to do my homework, make new friends, go to movies, and all the things adolescents do,' she reminisced. 

'Sounds like fun,' he laughed.

'It might be awkward at home though. I'll have to be careful, and do as I'm told, and abide by Sandra's rules in the house. I'd have to behave like a good girl all the time. Do you think I could do that, sir?' she asked.

'I'm glad you're thinking it through. We can make it work, I'm sure,' he encouraged.

'What if Roy complains about me to his mother, or I accidently break the rules? She would punish me, or send me to my room, or ground me. Maybe she'd put me over her knee for a spanking again, like in that restaurant. You'd have to back her up, not to get on the wrong side of her, and Roy,' she worriedly spoke. 

For a moment she thought over the humiliating moments while on vacation, when her nakedness had been exposed in public. It was something she would never forget. As the naughty episode, became less tangible with time, she was left with something unexpected. Surprisingly, she felt excited, and slightly aroused every time she recalled it.

'It won't come to that. I'll make sure,' he confidently told her.

'I guess it's only fair to keep Roy out of your way, in return for an allowance. I'm a bit worried about that. He's a randy eighteen year old, and will probably make demands upon me. He would expect a lot, after what happened on vacation. Would you mind if he took advantage of me?'

'That's up to you, of course,' he hesitantly spoke.

'He has a way of working me up. He's difficult to resist,' she said. 

She recalled their time together on vacation, and yet again felt moist. Her eyes were a little wet, as well as down there.

'I noticed. We don't have to dwell on that. What else is there?' he asked, sounding huffy.

'What am I supposed to do? I can hardly bring home a guy my age, from a club or something. What would Sandra say to that? I'd be grounded for a month,' Janice pouted. 

'No, that wouldn't work,' he gruffly acknowledged. 

'If I brought home someone from school, then Roy would go into a sulk. Both him and his mother would give you a hard time. Sir, you'll have to tell me what to do, like you always have,' she said.

'I don't know. I guess you're right. It's more difficult than I thought,' he murmured. 'I guess we'll have to go carefully,' he solemnly advised. 'I'll have to keep an eye on you, and you'll have to do as I say,' he concluded.

There wasn't the slightest thought for what she wanted. Just as long as he got what he wanted, that boy could fuck her for all he cared. How could he expect his wife to lay back, and let that kid screw her every night? 

'You won't mind me playing around with Roy then. Just to keep him out of your way?'

'Well, err, you're still my wife, until the divorce. Roy is only eighteen, and he's Sandra's son,' Bernard objected.

'Of course I don't want to do anything you wouldn't like. It's just that, well, Roy was very nice to me on vacation. If I kept Roy happy, his mother would be happy too,' she suggested, sounding reluctant.

He glared at her, wondering what to say. He wanted to just tell her what to do as usual, but sensed that wouldn't work.

'If I upset him by not giving him what he wants, he would complain to his mother over something made up. She would send me to my room like a naughty girl, with a spanked bottom. There's nothing to stop him coming to my room, and I'd be trapped. I'd have to do it with her son, to keep him happy,' she heavily spoke, sounding crestfallen. 

'You're being negative again. It wouldn't be like that, I'm sure,' he said.

'Well, I guess so. It just shows how much I need you, sir. I know you have another woman now, but I still need you to tell me what to do, sir,' she pathetically spoke. 

The frown creasing his brow eased. He was pleased to see her return to being the dutiful wife he was comfortable with. It had taken her awhile to learn to accept his authority in the home, but she had complied with his wishes in the end.

'Don't worry, I'll be there to tell you what to do. After all, you'll be my niece, so of course it will be expected,' he firmly said.

'But what about when the house is sold, sir? You said I'll have to move out, and get my own place. I'm not sure I can cope on my own. Not without you, sir,' she moaned.

'Well, it would be difficult. I'm not sure,' he said.

'Maybe once the house is sold I could pay my way, to stay on,' she offered.

She saw his eyes light up, as he made the connection she was leading to.

'If you gave over your half of the house sale, you could to stay,' he carefully suggested. 

'But what if she decided I should leave? I wouldn't have anywhere to go, and wouldn't have you to tell me what to do, sir. Maybe you could make it a permanent arrangement, with a guarantee?' she coyly asked.

'How so?' he asked.

'Perhaps you two could adopt me. As my parent you'd naturally have all the money, to do with as you wish. I'd have to obey you as a dutiful daughter, and I wouldn't have to worry about anything, with you telling me what to do. I'd be a good obedient girl, and do as I'm told, honest, sir,' she sincerely spoke.

He was lost on the idea of having the whole sale price, all to himself. She could see in his eyes, he was counting the money already.

'Please, sir! I don't know what I'd do without you. I need you to look after me, otherwise I get into such a mess. Look what happened on vacation. It was a terrible humiliation. If you hadn't made me see it through, everyone would have known my stupid mistake. It would have been much worse, with gossip going all over the hotel,' she whimpered.

He was only half listening, and didn't know what to say. He wondered if it would work, but wanting the money overrode his doubts.

'I really, really, need you to look after me, sir. Please say you will, please,' she begged.

'I, err, guess so. I'm not sure how it could be arranged,' he murmured. 

'I'd go to high school like a good schoolgirl. It would soon become a habit, acting like a kid. I'm sure if you gave me a chance, I could do it,' she said.

'I could alter your birth certificate. I don't suppose they would look into it much. As your uncle, and only relative, it would be a pretty straight forward case,' he muttered. 

She was calling him sir, and was eager to please, so he took it as a sign of her capitulation to what he wanted. He was looking pleased with himself.

She could see he was thinking about it, and the idea of having the entire house sale price clouded his judgement. Janice was enjoying the ruse, trying hard not to let it show.

'I'd call you daddy, and Sandra, mummy. Your girl promises to try really, really hard to please you, and be a good girl. If I'm naughty you can spank me, so I'd try even harder to be a good girl, and do as I'm told. I'll keep Roy happy for you, even if I have to let him do naughty things to me,' she eagerly promised. 

'Well, hold on. We need to take it a stage at a time. Sandra thinks you're my niece and your parents are, err, gone. That last bit is true. Let's just see how it goes,' he advised.

'I'm sure you'd like me to be your obedient little girl for the rest of my life. Well yes, of course it would be difficult. I'm sure you can make it work, sir. You always know what to do, and I promise to be an obedient girl for you, sir,' she enthused, laying it on thick.

'It might work. I'd need all the money from the house. You'd have to do as I tell you, all the time. If you don't, you'd be treated like a naughty girl, of course, otherwise they might find out,' he mused.

'I can understand your reluctance, sir. It would be a confusing family situation. I would have lost my virginity to my new father, and would be sleeping with my new brother,' she curtly said.

'What!' he exclaimed, as her words, and the edge to her voice sank in.

'You're expecting your wife to act like an obedient girl, and go back to school while you fuck your girlfriend. You're going to pay your wife pocket money, to fuck your girlfriend's son,' she angrily shouted.

'It's not like that! You're twisting my words,' he shouted back.

'You demand half the value of this house, and you're preparing to take the lot! Doesn't matter what you put me through, just so long as you can have what you want. My parents paid for it, you'll not see a penny, I promise you that,' she said, with quiet anger pouring out.

'No way! I deserve half at least,' he shouted.

'You are a selfish bastard! I see that now! I'll keep the lot, and sue for half your income,' she calmly goaded him.




Mistaken Identity Ch. 02



He took a step toward her looking menacing. In the past she would have backed down. Not now. She held her position, determined to stare him out. Another step closer, and she was pleased to see a slight doubt creep across his face.

For all the past times he had overruled her opinions, and made her feel small, she lashed out. A slow long swing of a small fist would have been easy to avoid, except it wasn't anticipated. Not even considered. The slight woman didn't have much power behind her, but the swing had momentum.

It connected with his nose. A squidgy unpleasant sound. He yelped in agony, and curled up with a painful, broken nose. He didn't have the decency to stand like a man, instead he whimpered, while bent over holding his bleeding nose. 

With a cruel pleasure she hadn't realised was there, she kicked him between the legs. He went down yelping like a pathetic puppy. Unfortunately her shoes were soft, but none of this had been planned. She kicked him in the kidneys, not really knowing where to, or even if she made contact. 

Her fist hurt, and toes pained, but it looked as though he was feeling it more. 

'I'll give you five minutes to get out. Never come back. My lawyer will contact you. Until then, no contact. Got it!' she calmly stated.

He tried to speak but couldn't. He nodded his head. She dragged a chair over, so he could pull himself off the floor. As he did so, he moaned and groaned, and she enjoyed every sound of the sweet music. Still in shock, he said nothing. Maybe she should have invited him around once a week, for more of the same.

He leaned against the door, trying to get his breath back. He thought she was a push over. Someone was behind this, telling her what to do.

Janice slammed the door behind him, with a sound of finality. She picked up a leaflet from the hall table, advertising a local gym. 

'Yes. I need to get fit. Forget the small tits. I'm now an empowered woman. I'll live my life how I want to from now on,' she proudly declared.



Mistaken Identity Ch. 02



"No," she said softly as she squeezed my shaking hands.

"No daddy," Christina said as she bit her bottom lip and tilted her head to the side..

I nodded my head slowly as she broke into a heavy sob. I reached out and pulled my daughter into me as she reached out and held onto my shoulders. 

"I'm so sorry baby," I said as I rubbed my daughter's back through the soft satin robe she was wearing.

Christina continued to cry as her head remained against my chest. I could feel her tears soaking my shirt as time went by. Her body heat radiated off of her like a furnace as she sobbed and sobbed. Slowly, Christina looked up. She pulled her head back and wiped her tears from her eyes.

"Why daddy?" she asked she tilted her head and bit her bottom lip, forcing yet another tear to run down her cheek.

"I don't know honey," I said as she lowered her head back to my chest.

She began to sob again lightly as she held onto me. I continued to rub her back as I tried to tame the growing rage between my legs.

"Did she leave because of me?" Christina asked as she pressed her face firmly into my chest.

"No sweetie," I said as I rocked her gently in my arms.

Suddenly she slowly raised her head from my chest. She wiped the tears from her face as she stared deeply into my eyes.

"Oh My God Daddy, do you think she found out about what we did?" Christina asked as a look of fear was now in her eyes.

Shaking my head no I softly said, "I don't think so."

Christina slowly rolled off of me and curled into the fetal position on her bed. She continued to cry as I reached over and pulled a couple of tissues out of the tissue box for her. I placed the soft material in her hands before pulling the comforter over her. I leaned down and kissed her lightly on top of her head as I reached up and turned the small lamp on her night stand off. I left the lava lamp on as a comfort light as I turned and walked to the door.

"Good night sweetie, I love you," I said as I walked through the door.

"I love you too daddy," Christina said as she remained curled up in the fetal position.

Quietly I pulled her door shut until I heard the click that the lock makes when it is shut. I walked down to my room and closed the door behind me. 

I turned the lamp next to my bed on before shutting off the overhead light. I turned my bed down and crawled under the blanket. Looking around I couldn't help but to be reminded of my wife. All of her stuff was here, but she wasn't. I began to cry as I remembered all of the good times that we shared over the last twenty years.

The dim light shining through my open window cast an eerie feeling over me. Everywhere I looked I saw my wife's stuff. I tossed and turned as I tried to fall asleep but couldn't. Looking up at my clock I saw it was getting later and I started to panic because I had to get up early for work. 

"God, I just have to make it through one more day at work before the weekend," I said to myself as I sat up on the edge of my bed.

I stood up and decided that I couldn't sleep in here. I decided that I would go down to the living room and sleep on the sofa so I made my way to the door. I quietly opened my door and walked down the hall toward the stairs. I paused for a moment outside Christina's door to listen. It was silent so I figured that she probably cried herself to sleep. 

I proceeded to go down the stairs to the living room. I sat down on the sofa for a few minutes before laying down. I pulled the blanket draped over the back of the sofa on top of me. I still couldn't get my mind off of what happened tonight. I tossed and turned until I finally found a comfortable spot. Finally I fell asleep.

"Daddy wake up," Christina said as I could feel her shaking me lightly.

I was in a fog as I tried to wake completely up. I opened my eyes and saw my daughter kneeling at the side of the sofa.

"Wake up daddy, your gonna be late for work," she said as she shook me harder.

"I'm up," I said as I pulled myself up to a sitting position.

Christina stood up and sat next to me on the sofa still wearing that red satin robe. As she sat there, her robe parted up past her knee exposing her incredibly sexy legs.

"Are you OK?" she asked as she rubbed my back lightly.

"Yeah," I said as I suddenly remembered that my wife left us.

"What time is it?" I asked as I tried to make out the time on the tiny digital clock on the DVD player.

"Almost seven thirty," my daughter said as she crossed her leg, exposing her top leg clear up to mid thigh.

"How about you honey, are you going to be OK today?" I asked as I slowly stood up.

There was a long sigh before Christina said, "Yeah daddy, I'll be OK, I'm going to stay home from work today."

"I'm worried about you," she said as she sat there bouncing her leg up and down while she looked up at me.

The sight of her completely bare leg and foot caused my heart rate to increase as I watched her just sitting there. Her long slender toes looked magnificent as they were freshly painted last night. Her long tanned legs looked so much like her mother's that I suddenly began to think about Allison.

"Oh, I'll be all right," I said as I turned around and walked toward the stairs.

I began to climb the stairs when Christina said, "We can spend a nice quiet evening together tonight daddy."

I paused and turned, looking down at my lovely daughter as she sat there on the sofa. I still couldn't believe how much like her mother she looked like.

"That sounds wonderful," I said as I turned and climbed to the top of the stairs.

I went and quickly showered and dressed before running out of the house. I drove like a maniac to work and still ended up being two minutes late. I went to my desk and began to work.

The day seemed to take forever. I swear lunch was never going to get her as I stared at the clock. As the day progressed my ability to deal with my wife leaving me regressed. I found myself fighting back tears as I constantly thought about old memories. Before long I was reaching for a tissue as tears began to stream down my cheeks.

I managed to pull myself together in order to make it through the rest of the day. I finally put all of my papers away as it was just about quitting time. I couldn't remember the last time that a Friday afternoon felt so good. I now had two days to help me get over Allison even though I knew it would take considerably longer.

I walked out the door trying to feel good about myself. I jumped in my jeep and made my way through the snarled up traffic jam. Traffic was at a stand still on the freeway. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw that nobody was moving so I gunned it and took off along the side of the road. The exit was just ahead so quickly I ducked off the freeway and continued on my way home.

I pulled up my driveway and saw Christina's car parked up by the garage. I parked my jeep and walked up to the front door. I checked the mail box as part of my usual routine as I made my way into the house.

"Hi daddy," Christina said as she ran up to me and hugged me.

She felt incredible against me as she pressed into me. The feel of her soft breasts as they pressed into my chest caused my member to stir. Even the smell of her hair caused me to shiver lightly. Just then she reminded me of Allison.

"Cheer up daddy," Christina said as she stepped back from me.

"I made us a nice dinner," she said as she took my hand and guided me to the kitchen.

"Now go take a shower so we can eat," my daughter said as she guided me toward the stairs and patted me on my ass to encourage me to go.

I went to my room and immediately felt the presence of my wife. I don't know if it was because I was looking at all of her stuff or what. I quickly went into the rest room and showered as I tried to think about something other than Allison.

As I stood under the hot water I became entranced. It was like I was paralyzed and I couldn't move. I became lost in a memory that I had of the last time Allison and I made love. It was right here in the shower. Looking up I saw the towel rack where my wife held on to as she bent over. I remember ever so clearly how the water pulsated down on my back as I held her hips and fucked her from behind. The way she moaned and screamed as she came over and over which was something totally out of the ordinary for her. Maybe that was a sign, a sign that there was something wrong. Whatever the case, I suddenly found myself able to move as I realized that the water was no longer hot, rather it was now cold.

I quickly shut off the water taps and dried off. I walked into my room naked and reached into my dresser to get out a brand new pair of pajamas. I stepped into the thin material and marveled at how comfortable they were. I reached into another drawer and pulled out my favorite tee shirt and pulled it over my head.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't like what I saw as my eyes were a little puffy and my hair was a mess. I found my comb and fixed my hair as I continued to look at myself. At almost forty I didn't know how I was even going to start over. I tossed my comb down onto the vanity and went down to the kitchen.

"Here daddy, sit over here," Christina said as she pulled my chair out. 

I sat down just as my lovely daughter pushed my chair under me. I watched her walk over to the stove to get our dinner. She looked so incredible as she was wearing a tight pair of blue jeans and a half shirt which bared her midriff. When she returned she sat a plate down in front of me and then sat down with her own plate directly across from me.

I realized right away that I should have worn underwear under my pajamas when I saw my daughter's nipples pushing against the thin fabric of her shirt. As we ate dinner I had such a hard time keeping my eyes away from her breasts. I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra as every once in a while I could see that oh so sexy jiggle. I also noticed one other thing as well. My cock was rock hard and sticking out through the hole in the fly.

We made idle small talk as we ate. Christina cleaned up the mess as I tried to think about anything other than my daughter's breasts. While Christina was washing the dishes I managed to push my member back into my pajamas.

"Go watch television daddy," Christina said as she looked back at me over her shoulder. 

"OK sweetie," I said as I stood up being careful that my member didn't fall out of my pajamas.

I went and laid down on the sofa and turned the television on. Moments later my daughter joined me as she laid down on the love seat.

We continued to discuss what had just transpired over the last twenty four hours as we watched television. At times we became somewhat depressed as we talked and reminisced about past events. There were other times when we actually chuckled as we talked about other things that were quite funny.

We watched the news and then decided to look for a movie. Christina grabbed the remote and switched over to Cinemax. Suddenly there was a wild sex scene on the television. Quickly she changed the channel and there was another hot sex scene. She changed the channel again and unbelievably there was another wild sex scene on the television. I noticed this time that my daughter didn't change the channel as quickly as the other channels. I noticed that the girl on the television had her wrists tied to the headboard and was blindfolded. Just as I got interested she shut the television off.

"I'm going to bed daddy," Christina said as she jumped up off of the love seat

"Me too sweetie, even though I probably won't sleep too well," I said as I got up and began to shut down the house.

Christina disappeared upstairs while I made sure the doors were locked. I went up to my room, noticing that my daughter's door was closed. I quietly closed my door and lit the two candles on the night stand. I turned out the lamp as the glow of the candles gave me enough light. 

I sat down on the edge of the bed as I continued to ponder how my marriage could go so wrong. The longer I sat there the more depressed I became. Looking over I saw Allison's pill bottle next to the candles. I closed my eyes as hard as I could because everything I looked at reminded me of my wife. I opened my eyes and took a deep breath as I stood up.

I walked over to the sliding door that leads to the balcony. I unlocked the door and pulled it open. I could feel the warm breeze blow across my face as I stepped out onto the balcony. I walked over to the edge and leaned against the wall with my arms under me as I leaned down. I just stood there for what seemed like an eternity as I stared out into the eternal darkness.

I felt my knees begin to grow weak as memory after memory seemed to be flashing past my eyes. I stepped back and sat down on the small swing near the middle of the balcony. I sat down and looked up at the stars as they twinkled above. Only the moon cast any light onto the lonely balcony.

As I sat there alone, I became overwhelmed with sadness. I just lost it as I rested my elbows on my knees and placed my face in my hands. I cried and cried, not even caring if the neighbors could hear me. Every happy memory began to race through my mind, causing me to cry even harder. The warm breeze against my skin helped to soothe my agony. That's when I felt something.

I realized that my daughter must have heard me crying because she was now standing in front of me with her arms around me. Her soft hug and gentle stroke of her hand over my head helped ease the pain. That's when I noticed that she was crying too.

"It's going to be OK daddy," my little girl said over and over as we held each other and cried. 

I could feel Christina adjust herself as she now knelt between my spread open legs. She pressed her warm wet face against mine as we both continued to cry. Ever so slowly, I began to caress her back through the thin white sleep shirt she was wearing.

I felt her caressing my back as well as our faces came apart. Our cheeks had rivers of tears running down them as we looked into each other's eyes. Slowly, our faces came back together as our crying intensified.

I closed my eyes as tears virtually squirted out. Christina reminded me so much of her mother as she knelt before me. Her hair, her appearance, even the light hint of perfume she was wearing reminded me of Allison.

"Oh God daddy, I love you," Christina said as she squeezed me harder, smashing her breasts against my chest.

"I love you too sweetie," I said as I pulled her in even tighter.

"Oh daddy, don't ever leave me like mom did," she said as she continued to cry.

"Don't worry precious," I said as I could feel her breath on my neck.

Suddenly the close intimate bond I shared with my daughter began to consume me. The feel of her face against mine and the touch of her hands as they slid over my back caused a stirring in my loins. I felt our faces begin to move as our sobs began to slow. 

I felt Christina kiss me lightly on the cheek. I too kissed her back gently as her face moved slightly. Over and over we continued to kiss each other's cheeks. With each kiss our lips grew closer and closer.

I felt the corner of my daughter's mouth with my lips as I kissed her gently. Our sobs were almost non existent as Christina kissed the corner of my mouth back.

The next kiss I gave my daughter changed our lives forever. Our lips came together as Christina tilted her head slightly to the side. The air that came out of our noses hit each others faces. We shared kiss after tender kiss. With each passing kiss our passion intensified.

There was a slight pause as our faces backed up enough so only our lips touched. Our eyes opened as we looked into each other's souls. For one awkward moment I swore I was looking into Allison's eyes. Our heavy breathing continued as our eyes slowly closed and our mouth's pressed back together. 

After one gentle kiss our mouth's opened in unison. Our breathing intensified even more as our tongues came together, meeting half way. 

"Ohhhhh..." we both moaned softly as I felt my daughter's fingers begin to slide down my arm.

I couldn't believe this was happening all over again. Christina and I vowed to never speak about what happened or to ever let it happen again. Morals told me to stop and pull away but my cock told me something different. Our faces pulled apart slightly as our eyes opened half way. Our tongues however, continued to dart in and out of each other's mouth's. 

Christina leaned back slightly farther as we continued to star into each other's eyes. Her hands now rested on my thigh's as my hands rested on top of hers. 

"Baby we have to stop," I said weakly as I looked into my daughter's lust filled eyes.

A tear trickled out of the corner of Christina's eye as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine.

My daughter became very aggressive as she reached up and cupped my face. Her lips and tongue kissed up my cheek to my ear. I could feel her hot breath as her lips kissed my ear over and over. I felt her teeth as she began to chew lightly at my ear lobe. Reaching out I caressed my daughter's back as we both were now out of control.

"Pretend I'm mom," Christina whispered into my ear just before she slid her tongue into my ear canal.

What my daughter just whispered into my ear sent chills racing up and down my spine. My breathing grew heavier as her tongue continued to flicker in my ear.

Christina pulled back as she still knelt between my parted legs. There was a glow in her face as she stared at me. I watched as she glanced down before looking back up into my eyes. A smile flashed across her face as she looked back down at my lap.

Looking down I realized that my cock was sticking strait out of the fly of my pajamas. I began to tremble as I saw my daughter sink down even farther as her face grew closer to my trembling cock. Looking up into my eyes Christina again smiled as I felt her warm breath against my member. 

The sight of my daughter's glowing face next to my rock solid cock was too much for me to take. I watched as she lowered her lips to just above the tip of my cock. I wanted so badly to stop but I wanted even more desperately for her to touch me. 

"Shhhhhh... daddy, tonight I'm Allison," she whispered as she touched her lips to the tip of my cock.

I gasped loudly as I felt her warm lips touching my throbbing engorged head. I began to pant as she looked so incredibly beautiful as her tongue slithered past her lips and along the underside of my cock.

"Oh Goddddd," I said as I looked down into my daughter's eyes. 

"Shhhhh... daddy, it's OK," Christina said as I watched her lips part slightly. 

"Oh baby lets stop before..." was all I could say as I looked into my lovely daughter's eyes as her mouth opened slowly.

"Oh God," I moaned as I felt her warm breath on my groin as her lips slipped over the head of my cock.

I threw my head back as I felt every nerve in my body begin to tingle. I placed my hands on top of Christina's which were still on my thigh's. Looking back down I stared into my daughter's beautiful green eyes as her head began to slowly bob up and down. 

My breathing grew even heavier when she slipped one of her hands from my thigh to my balls. Her soft fingers lightly fondled my nuts as her mouth continued to slide up and down the entire length of my cock.

"Oh Christina," I moaned softly as I watched her continue to suck my cock. She slid my cock out of her mouth as she slowly stood up. The night shirt she was wearing was still completely covering her.

"Tonight call me Allison," my daughter said as she lifted one leg over my lap and straddled me.

My daughter was now standing and towering over me as she reached down and slowly began to lift the hem of her night shirt. As she pulled her shirt up to her waist she began to slowly lower herself down onto me. 




Mistaken Identity Ch. 02



"Oh dear God," I moaned as I felt my twitching rod press against her warm sticky pussy.

"Oh Jesus Christina," I said as she began to lower herself down onto me.

"Shhhhhh," my daughter said as she placed her finger on my lips.

"Call me Allison," she said softly as she sank completely down on me. 

I couldn't believe that this was happening all over again. I reached behind my daughter and pulled her into me, feeling her night shirt clad breasts pressing into my face. Her pussy was so hot and so tight as it was wrapped around my cock. I looked into my daughter's eyes as she leaned closer and placed her lips on mine.

"Make love to me like I'm mom," Christina said as she kissed me softly on the lips again.

Our tongues quickly darted in and out of each other's mouths as she slowly began to grind her hips. After our soft kiss she pulled back and looked into my eyes again.

"Fuck me like you fuck my mom," Christina said as she again pressed her warm soft lips onto mine. 

Christina began to gyrate her hips a little more as our tongues continued to dance in each other's mouth's. I began to slide my hands up and down her back as her hands began to explore my neck and side.

"Fuck me hard daddy, just like you fuck mom," she said as she now began to slide up and down, fucking me like my wife used to.

I reached behind her and slid my hands under her naked ass. Her cheeks were on fire as I cupped her ass and stood up. My daughter instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist as her arms held on to my neck. The whole time our mouth's never came apart. 

Slowly I began to carry my daughter toward the sliding door as her legs remained completely wrapped around my waist. As I walked, she continued to work her delicate pussy up and down my cock. I walked through the door and made my way to the bed. I slowly began to lean her back until I placed her back on the mattress. She looked so beautiful as she laid there with her legs around me and her pussy still enveloping my member. 

"Fuck me daddy," Christina begged as she bit her lower lip.

I slipped my hands under her thigh's and lifted them up to my shoulders. I took her ankles in my hands and then pushed her legs out wide as I continued to hold her legs up.

"Oh God fuck me like you fuck mom," Christina hissed as I felt her pussy begin to tighten even more around my throbbing cock.

I began to rock my hips back and forth as I looked down into my daughter's eyes. I wanted so badly to see her breasts but she still had her sleep shirt on. She began to moan as I increased my tempo. I could feel my balls beginning to slap against her ass as I fucked her harder and faster.

"Oh God yeah, fuck me daddy," Christina screamed as she reached down and began to rub her clit.

"Did mom ever fuck this good?" Christina moaned as her back arched as she bit her lower lip.

"Oh God NO," I shouted as I was now pounding her for all I was worth.

"Oh daddy, I'm cumming," she panted as her back arched even higher while her head thrashed from side to side.

"Oh Allison, cum for me," I moaned as I realized that I just called my daughter by my wife's name.

Suddenly my daughter began to thrash about as she lost all self control. My nuts were on the verge of exploding as I watched her toes curl and her eyes roll into the back of her head. Suddenly her pussy became very slick as I could feel her juices running out onto the mattress below. I knew I couldn't last much longer as I watched my baby girl continue to cum.

"Oh Allison here I cum," I said as I pulled out and quickly pulled on my cock. 

I watched my daughter open her eyes and watch as suddenly a rope of cum shot out of my cock and landed on her chin and neck. Spurt after spurt of cum continued to coat my daughter's sleep shirt. Christina began to slide her fingers through my jizz as she looked into my eyes.

"Did mom like it when you came all over her?" she asked as she lifted one cum coated finger up to her lips.

"No," I said as I shook my head as I watched her lick my cum off of her finger.

"Aww... I guess she missed out on a lot of fun then," Christina said as she sat up on her elbows. 

I just stood there with my half limp cock resting on my daughter's pussy as I stared at her cum covered body. I watched as she looked over to the side of the bed and then back at me. A smile crept across her face as she rolled over and reached for one of the candles burning next to the bed. Looking back at me with a lust crazed look she slowly lifted the candle to me.

"Here daddy," Christina said as she touched the candle to my hand. 

"Did mom like this?" she asked as she slowly pulled her sleep shirt off, completely exposing herself to me. 

I just shook my head 'no' as I watched my daughter reach out and pull my pajamas down past my ass and then down to the floor. I stepped out of my pajamas and now stood naked before my naked daughter.

Christina positioned herself in the middle of the bed as she leaned back on her elbows. Her legs were parted and her knees were bent as her pussy lips glistened with wetness. Looking seductively into my eyes my daughter motioned for me to come to her with her finger as she slowly slid her tongue along her lips.

I began to crawl across the mattress until I knelt between my daughter's parted legs. I still couldn't believe that this was happening to me again. She looked so much like her mother that it was unreal. One difference was that she seemed to enjoy the things that Allison hated.

"If you only knew what this does to me," Christina whispered as she leaned her head back.

I raised the candle up and slowly tipped the holder until the hot molten wax came up to the edge. My daughter looked so incredibly hot as she laid sprawled out before me.

"Do it daddy," Christina said as she moaned softly.

"Oh Allison," I moaned as I dripped the first drop of wax onto her breast.

"Oh God," my daughter cried out in a dry husky voice. 

"More daddy," Christina said as I watched her nipples stiffen before my eyes.

I dripped a couple more drops of wax on her breast, each one progressively getting closer to her areola. The wax began to trickle in a stream down her breasts and pool up on her stomach. I dropped one more drop, landing it right on her nipple.

"Arrrrgggghhhh," My daughter screamed out as she thrust her breasts up even higher as her back arched.

Looking down I could see her pussy begin to leak as there was now a wet spot on the comforter beneath her ass. Her breathing was rampant as she still leaned back on her elbows.

I poured a small trickle of wax on her other breast until I bathed her nipple in the hot molten paraffin. Her breasts began to heave up and down as her breathing became heavier. 

"Oh dear God daddy," she screamed out as her hips began to buck slightly.

Slowly I poured a trickle of wax from her breasts down over her stomach until I reached her mohawk just above her cunt.

"Do it daddy, I know you always wanted to do this to mom," Christina said as she reached up and pulled on one of her nipples.

Her heavy breathing and her words of encouragement were all that I needed as I tipped the candle over her bush.

"OH FUCK YEAH!" my daughter screamed as the hot candle wax dripped onto her clit and ran down the length of her gaping slit.

I set the candle down quickly and laid flat on the bed between my little girl's legs. I slipped my hands under her thigh's and around and held on as I lowered my mouth to her smoldering pussy. I kissed her parted pussy lips softly as I looked up between her breasts and into her eyes. 

"Eat my pussy daddy," Christina begged as she cupped a breast with one hand and ran her fingers through her mohawk with the other hand.

I continued to look into her eyes as I sunk my tongue into her wet depths. Her taste was so different from that of my wife bit as I looked into her eyes all I saw was Allison. 

"Oh yeah daddy," Christina moaned as I began to flutter my tongue over her clit.

I felt her slip her hands under mine as she squeezed my hands. I squeezed back as I sunk my tongue in even farther, as I inhaled her musky scent. The whole time I ate my daughter's pussy our eyes remained glued together. 

"Mmmmm yeah, just like mom," Christina said as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. 

Suddenly her hips began to rock back and forth as I felt her cunt begin to grip at my tongue. Her thigh's began to squeeze my head as she gasped for air and thrashed back and forth on the bed. 

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh Goddddddd," my daughter panted over and over as she began to shake out of control.

I held on to her legs as her hips were now bucking against my face. Her pussy juice was smeared across my face from forehead to chin as I held on for her to finish. Her pussy continued to gush cum as she slowly began to come down. I crawled up onto my knees as I watched my daughter twitch and shake.

I smile flashed across her face as she pulled her legs up and placed her sexy feet on my chest. She rubbed her feet up and down from my stomach to my chin. She giggled as she slid her foot up to my face and pushed her toes into my mouth. I hungrily bit and licked at her long slender toes until she pulled her foot from my face.

The hazed over look in her eyes told me she wasn't finished as she laid on her back and raised her legs. Ever so lightly, Christina blew me a kiss.

"Come fuck me daddy," she said as I slowly crawled between her spread open legs.

Along the way I planted kiss after kiss from her bush to her navel. Moans of excitement escaped her lips as I kissed my way toward her breasts. I peeled off some of the wax that remained attached to her soft supple skin as I kissed my way across her breast toward her nipple.

"Oh God daddy," Christina moaned loudly as I planted my lips around her nipple and sucked.

I felt my daughter grab my head and pull me the rest of the way up so my cock was pointing at the entrance of her pussy. We stared deeply into each other's eyes as she lowered her legs around me, resting her heels on my ass.

Not a sound came out of my daughter's mouth but I did manage to read her lips as she softly mouthed "fuck me."

I felt her heels begin to push down on my ass, causing my throbbing member to part her lips and slip inside of her slippery cunt. 

"Mmmmmm, did mom like it like this?" Christina asked as she pulled me all the way inside of her.

I nodded my head yes as my hips began to instinctively thrust back and forth. The soft skin on her legs felt like velvet around my waist as her thigh's slid back and forth. The feel of her bare feet digging into my hips was a feeling that I had never experienced before. Our eyes remained glued together as our tongues began to lick at each other's mouth's.

"Oh daddy your so fucking good, why did mom leave?" Christina whispered out as she reached around me and caressed my back.

"I'm going to do everything that mom didn't do," she said softly as her hips rocked back and forth to meet mine.

"I'm going to do everything that mom wouldn't do," she said softly as I noticed a tear trickle out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm going to do everything that mom couldn't do," my daughter said as she leaned up and slid her tongue into the back of my mouth.

I kissed her back with passion that I couldn't ever remember having before. Our hips rocked back and forth in unison as we gently made love. The feel of my little girl's legs wrapped around me along with my cock sliding in and out of her soft pussy felt magnificent.

"Wait daddy," Christina said as she placed her hands on my chest and pushed me up.

She scooted back, pulling herself off of my throbbing cock. 

"Lay down daddy," she said as she crawled to my side and guided me onto my back.

She looked so beautiful as she began to rub me all over as she lifted her leg over me and straddled me. Looking up at her I watched as she slowly began to lower her glistening pussy toward my cock.

"Did mom ever ride you?" my daughter asked as she pushed the head of my cock inside her.

"Yes," I said as I watched my daughter close her eyes and throw her head back as she sank down completely on my cock.

I could feel her ass on my thigh's as she sat down all the way on my lap. She pulled her head up and leaned forward, placing her hands on my chest as she slowly began to push herself up and down.

"Oh God you fill me up daddy," she said as she scraped my nipples with her finger nails.

I reached around and cupped her ass cheeks and caressed her magnificent ass as she continued to slide up and down. Her breasts swung down over my face as she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Her breathing was heavy as a light sheen of sweat broke out across her body.

"Oh God daddy," Christina moaned as her body began to tremble.

"Oh God, daddy," She moaned again as she threw her head back.

Suddenly she sat still for a moment. I watched in amazement as her body tensed up and began to contract. Every muscle on her body contracted over and over, even her pussy as it gripped my cock over and over. She gasped for air as she held her breath for an extended period of time. Her finger nails dug into my chest as she turned red in the face as she exhaled. Her body quivered and shook like I never saw before.

Christina suddenly began to ride me wildly as she held on to my chest with both hands. I continued to hold her soft supple ass as she bounced up and down. Loud gasps came from Christina as her body began to tremble and shake again.

"Oh God daddyyyyyyyy," she cried out as she tensed up all over again. Her pussy squeezed and massaged my cock as her juices began to trickle out of her cunt and across my balls. 

"Oh daddy, I can't stop cumminggggggg," Christina shouted as she again began to slide her velvet like pussy up and down my aching cock. 

I couldn't believe how many times my little girl came. It was like one long orgasm with only slight pauses between climaxes. I could feel her cum dripping off of my balls as she continued to ride me. 

Just then she pulled herself off of me. She was breathing hard as she crawled onto her knees and turned around. She looked back over her shoulders and smiled as I knew what she wanted. I crawled up behind her, pointing my cock at the entrance of her pussy.

"I'm going to do something that mom wouldn't do," she said as she lowered her face into the pillow while reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks.

"Go ahead daddy, you know you want to," my daughter said as she pulled her ass hole open slightly.

"I know mom would never let you," she said as I watched her sphincter relax.

I began to tremble as my fantasy of fucking my wife in the ass was about to become a reality. I reached out and held onto my daughter's hips and slowly moved into position. I placed the head of my trembling cock against her tight sphincter and pushed lightly.

"Oh daddy, fuck my ass," Christina said as she pressed back against me, causing the head of my cock to push inside her ass hole.

"Arrrggghhhh," Christina screamed out as I inched myself even farther inside.

"Do it," she hissed as she began to pant heavily. 

"Oh God Allison," I said as I swung my arm, slapping her delicate ass.

"Oh God YES," my daughter screamed as I began to slap her ass repeatedly as I gently rocked my hips back and forth.

I couldn't believe how tight my daughter's ass was. 

"Harder daddy," Christina said as she continued to thrust back at me. 

My balls began to slap her pussy as I now fucked her ass with some force. I reached under and cupped her soft breast while I pinched and pulled on her nipple. 

"Oh God yes," my daughter moaned.

I slid my hand down and felt her mohawk as I slipped my fingers closer to her pussy. I touched her clit, nearly causing her to scream as she began to grind back at me like a wild woman.

I felt my balls begin to tingle along with my toes. Every nerve in my body was on fire as I fucked my own daughter in the ass. I could hear Christina panting and moaning face down in the pillow as I again slapped her ass.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum," I said softly as I continued to fuck her ass hole like there was no tomorrow.

"Oh God I wanna feel it," she screamed as she tensed up and began to cum. 

Just then I too felt the first contraction in my nuts. This was the sexiest, most romantic thing I ever experienced in my life. Simultaneously my daughter and I came. I felt my cum racing up my shaft as her sphincter began to squeeze at my cock.

"Oh daddy," Christina screamed.

"Oh Allison," I cried out as I held her hips and pumped spasm after spasm of cum deep into her bowels.

"Oh Goddddddd," Christina screamed out again as she began to climax all over again.

"Oh Allison I love you," I shouted as the end of my orgasm neared.

"I love you too," my daughter yelled back in the throes of a mind shattering orgasm. 

I felt my cock begin to soften as I slowly pulled out. I laid down on the bed completely exhausted and spent. Christina turned around and fell into my waiting arms as she pulled the blanket over us.

"I love you daddy," Christina said as she kissed me softly on the lips.

"I love you too baby,": I said as I looked into my lovely daughter's eyes.

A tear trickled out of her eye just as a tear trickled down across my cheek. Christina lowered her head to my chest as I pulled her into me tightly. I closed my eyes and before I knew it we fell fast asleep. (To be continued)

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