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Rhiana

By: SlaveMasterUK



Rhiana could barely remember how long she had been enslaved now. Somewhere in the back of her mind were some distant memories, long forgotten scenes almost viewed through someone else’s eyes. Images of playing with her sisters on a family vacation aged only six years; classroom lessons at high school; collecting glasses in the Three Brooks, trying to catch the eye of Steele, then feeling herself flush when he finally looked back at her; masturbating in her bed in Bliss’s capital city, Minerva.

Those images replayed themselves from time to time, mostly when she tried to sleep, sometimes as she went about her daily routine of preparing meals for her and Mistress, tidying the apartment, shopping for groceries, all of which seemed to pass in a daze as if she wasn’t really awake.

The only real thing that Rhiana could truly feel any more was the constant burning between her legs, deep inside where she could not scratch, echoed constantly by the itching of her nipples inside their fabric prison. Mistress had enslaved her as a naïve and innocent girl only 18 years old, by taking away her freedom to the one thing that made her truly human, the one escape she had ever had from the pathetic waste of a planet that was Bliss.

Rhiana could not remember at all now the day that Mistress had enslaved her. Somewhere, deep in her subconscious, images still existed of a warm summer’s day when the bailiffs had arrived to repossess her father’s family home and a gunfight had ensued, leaving her parents killed and her, at 17, legally an orphan. And on Bliss, unless one was quick and smart, that meant Illegal Slave.

***

Bliss’s long, scorching summer was coming to a close as Rhiana’s Levnet implants were fitted. This was something Rhiana had usually assumed happened only to wealthy individuals who wanted to interface directly with Levnet – the computer network that spanned all of Colonisatia and beyond, to the Frontier worlds, to the Sparse Regions, even to the distant mining colonies beyond. But when Rhiana awoke in the slave-house’s dorm, her head sore and mind dizzy, she realised how easily the computer uplink to her cerebral cortex could be used in reverse: computer to control brain, instead of brain to control computer.

There were limits to what could be inflicted by the Levnet terminal. It could not, for example, take control of her body physically: she was still free to do as she pleased with her muscles. It could, however, replace the nerve signals from her body with synthetic ones: touch, taste, smell, sight, sound – all could be transmitted directly to her brain as if she was really experiencing them. In return, the terminal could transmit everything that she experienced back to the computer, allowing a slaver to see exactly where she was through her own eyes, experience her senses: touch, taste, smell, sight, sound.

Rhiana did retain some memories of the slave-house. She recalled lying awake early one morning, listening to the soft breathing of the other girls in the dorm. She recalled the almost immediate sexy feeling flowing through her petite body as she turned under the thick blanket, feeling her stiff nipples brush against the duvet and the moisture between her legs. She remembered stroking herself as gently and as quietly as she could, biting down on a mouthful of her wavy red-blonde hair as her fingers spread her moisture over her engorged clit. She could still feel the tears tracing slowly down the side of her face as she fought to hold back her voice over her excitement as her body gave in to the first orgasm she had experienced in the slave-house, almost two months after she had been taken into slavery.

Even in those early days of her enslavement life had been bearable. True, she was worked most of every day, but it was not overly strenuous, she was never beaten or punished as long as she worked, and throughout the day she had access to fresh, clean water and toilet facilities. The food was not great but edible and nutritious, and was served at regular intervals, as was high-class education in a variety of menial tasks such as cookery, cleaning, massage techniques, interior decorating, basic mechanics – in fact just about anything a slave might be expected to do for the average household owner. In the evenings when the doors were locked and the lights were turned out, Rhiana was free to have her own dreams, her own thoughts, her own fantasies; and late at night, when there was only the sound of her roommates gentles snores, she could reward herself for a days work with as many quiet orgasms as she cared to administer before she could no longer keep her eyes open. Often, as she lay drifting off to sleep, she would smile at the sound of one of her roommates sighing quietly, and think with a warm feeling that she was probably not the only slave who played with herself after lights out.

Rhiana had turned 18 shortly after arriving in slavery and was quite soon up for sale on the black market. Several months after her birthday (which she had remembered but not celebrated) Rhiana had been purchased by Mistress, who seemed to take quite a liking to her petite body and her girlish face. Hidden somewhere among the churning nightmare of Rhiana’s mind was a memory of the small white room, the slave-master and junior slaver, and the woman she would come to call Mistress.

Mistress had paced around her several times when she came to inspect her new purchase, taking in her small frame and little face, her dark eyes framed by rosy cheeks and flowing red-blonde curls. Then Mistress had asked that her garments be removed, and the slaver had pulled off her robe leaving Rhiana totally naked as Mistress inspected her small, round breasts and her tight round buttocks that Rhiana herself had loved to stroke and squeeze when she played in the dorm.

Rhiana remembered taking as close a look as she could at Mistress – a woman not much older than herself, she decided, although quite obviously very wealthy. She was taller than Rhiana although not exceptionally so; she looked about average height, maybe two inches or so over Rhiana’s petite size. Her hair was a little over shoulder length, blonde and very straight around her sharp, elegant features. Rhiana saw in her eyes that she was not someone who would take kindly to not getting her own way – perhaps someone who was used to using those sharp eyes to order people around as much as to attract people.

Rhiana did not have an instant dislike of her Mistress; little did Rhiana know the harsh love/hate relationship she would come to have with the woman. But then, Rhiana would have remembered, had her mind not been in constant turmoil, those were the last of the days when she thought things would work out all right. That day marked the start of her slide into somewhere deeper, darker and colder than she had ever been before, both physically and mentally.

In the small white room words were said that were blocked from Rhiana’s ears by the slave-box on her Levnet terminal, folded documents exchanged, and Rhiana was dressed once again in her long white robe. Slowly Mistress extended a hand, which Rhiana nervously took, and was led out of the slave-house and, for the first time since she was enslaved, into the fresh autumn air.

The true horror of Rhiana’s slavery did not become apparent until a few days after she had left the slave-house. Mistress had taken her in a new open-topped sports car to a clean, well-kept apartment in the suburbs and had shown her around. Mistress had only moved in a few days previously and the house was still full of stacked boxes, as yet unpacked. Mistress had been very friendly, even welcoming towards Rhiana as she went through the house, explaining where everything would be stored once it was unpacked.

Rhiana was given a small room with a wardrobe filled with various garments in her size – summer slacks and blouses, warm trouser suits for winter, hard-wearing jeans and plain shirts and several pairs of shoes, each for a different purpose. It seemed strange that there was no underwear at all in her wardrobe, but she decided that a slave should not raise the point.

The bed looked small and firm but comfortable; she was to sleep naked but the soft duvet was thick enough to keep out Minerva’s mild winters. At each corner of the bed was a metal O-ring attached firmly to a bracket. A brief jolt of anxiety hit Rhiana as she imagined that they might be used to tie her down should she misbehave.

Rhiana was told to dress in one of the warmer suits as the autumn was already showing signs of giving in to winter. She was then shown the kitchen and told to make two cups of Southern Blend, a Bliss speciality, which they sipped slowly while Mistress went about some common rules. Essentially these involved obeying Mistress’s commands, not touching or doing anything unless ordered, and never under any circumstances entering the study. Mistress explained that punishments would be administered if Slave did not complete tasks by a given time, did not obey commands, damaged property (including herself, for she was now property of Mistress) or disobeyed any of the basic rules.

Rhiana listened in anxious silence, slowly relaxing into her new surroundings, before a list of chores was handed to her and she was left on her own to work, unpacking boxes and tidying crockery and tools and clothes away into cupboards around the house.

It was Rhiana’s third night in the house when she began to feel comfortable in her surroundings, and late that night, after she had been dismissed to sleep, she began to feel a familiar buzz in her body. Feeling somewhat naughty she turned onto her back and let her hands wander over her body under the blanket, tracing the subtle lines of her belly and breasts with her fingers. Her hands moved slowly until they found her nipples, already standing proud into the soft fabric over her; she took the erect buds between her fingers and began to stroke them, grip them, tease them gently as excitement began to build in her.

It was not long before Rhiana was breathing heavily. Her right hand descended deftly to her thighs, feeling the moisture on the inner-most part of her legs, stroking it slowly until her fingers touched her lips and a gasp escaped her mouth. Her slender middle finger traced a wet line up her lips and down again, parting them slowly in search of pleasure, drawing wetness out from inside her and onto her clit. There her finger stopped to rub gently the swelling bud until it became dry, then she dipped her finger lower again to wet it with more strokes between her outer lips. Rhiana kept this routine until gentle moans forced their way through her slightly opened lips, confident that at last she could play with herself without other girls in the room.

Rhiana’s hips rocked as her fingers dipped inside her pussy, her left hand pulled a length of her locks into her mouth for comfort before moving downwards to pamper her swollen clit. She pulled wetness from her cleft and rubbed it over her bud as the fingers of her right hand pushed gently inside her and stroked her from within, increasing in speed slowly until she could feel her insides tightening. After a build that seemed to last forever Rhiana shuddered & sucked hard on her lock of hair as her pussy contracted around her fingers, covering them in sweet slick honey. A few seconds later she opened her eyes and relaxed her hips, pulling her fingers slowly from her pussy with a sigh while her other hand gently smoothed the wetness over her clit & outer lips. She turned onto her side and sucked on her fingers until they were almost dry, then fell sound asleep.

***

Mistress was reclining on the leather sofa, gazing distantly into a small handheld console as Rhiana entered the large living room to receive her list of tasks. Mistress looked up as she entered the room and set the console down on the table so that it’s screen faced Rhiana.

“Aah, Slave.” She said distantly.

“Good morning, Mistress. Your breakfast is ready in the dining room. Would you like it served here?” Rhiana replied, feeling somewhat uncertain about interrupting Mistress’s work.

“No, no, I will eat shortly.” Mistress said, sitting herself upright and pointing to the console. “This is a recorder linked to your slave-box.” She said, touching a panel, which started a replay. On the small screen a crude wire-image of a female was displayed in a reclining position; Rhiana became hot inside as she realised it was a recording of her body movements of the previous night replayed through a 3D model on the small screen. There was her left hand cupping her breast – there was her middle finger running up and down her slit, stopping infrequently to rub on her clit. She gulped as she saw her left hand bring a lock of hair to her mouth, then move to rub her clit as she deeply fingered herself with her other hand. Rhiana felt her chest burn and her stomach become tight as she saw the wire-frame hips rocking harder and harder against the line-drawn fingers, eventually the hips rocked one last time as the back arched and the scene became still. “I perhaps did not make myself clear when I explained that I now own you and everything about you.”

“Um, no Mistress.” Rhiana replied, uncertain what to say. She could feel herself burning with embarrassment, but now she felt another feeling inside her, something similar to dread.

“You were sent to bed last night to sleep, not to play.” Mistress spoke slowly and firmly, like a mother chastising a child who has broken a rule for the first time. “You are here to obey my commands, and that you will do. You will be rewarded with sexual stimulation when I feel you have shown that you deserve it. If I do not feel that you are not worthy of such enjoyment, I will not permit you to have it. Do you understand me?”

Rhiana felt her mind fill with a kind of dread she had never before experienced; she was acutely aware that her throat was tight and her hands were shaking. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Now I shan’t punish you because perhaps you did not realise you were doing wrong. I have something that will prevent you from making that mistake again. Go to the bathroom and shower, then wait for me in your room.”

Rhiana sat on her bed, staring blankly at the wall ahead. Never before had she been asked, let alone ordered, not to touch herself. It was something that she had done regularly since she had first discovered, almost by accident, what an orgasm was like. The longest period of abstinence had been a few months previously in the period of mourning in the slave-house after her parents were killed. That thought alone caused her current feeling of bizarre sexual excitement to ease for a moment but did nothing to calm the storm of dread that buzzed in her mind.

How could she be expected not to play with herself? How would Mistress punish her if she caught her again? How often would Mistress ‘reward’ her? Surely Mistress wouldn’t watch her recorder every single night, surely she must be allowed to play with herself from time to time? Questions buzzed through Rhiana’s head as she sat and waited on the bed, hands shaking atop knees that had turned to jelly as she clamped them together in anxiety.

Mistress entered the room thirty minutes after Rhiana had showered, carrying a rigid leather case, which she set down on the floor. She then commanded that Rhiana lay down on the bed with her arms above her head and her feet apart. Rhiana did as she was told and felt cold fear welling inside her as Mistress fastened to her wrists and ankles a set of tough leather cuffs. They were pulled tight around her skin, although not so tight as to be painful, then locked with a minute key. Mistress then clipped Rhiana’s cuffs onto the o-rings on the bedposts with tiny little auto-clips set into the backs of the cuffs.

Rhiana shut her eyes as Mistress stood up, waiting at any moment for a whip or firm hand to meet her flesh; instead she flinched as a blindfold was pulled over her eyes and tied firmly but gently behind her head. “Now just relax, this is how Mistress will reward you when you have done well.” She heard Mistress say softly.

Pangs of burning shot into Rhiana’s mind as Mistress trailed a long-nailed index finger slowly down Rhiana’s abdomen. She realised that the pain was in her mind because she was expecting it, not because it was actually being administered. Still the trail left by the slowly moving finger burned her skin as she tried to anticipate its course.

Rhiana writhed under Mistress’s fingernail as it moved up and down her belly, across her breasts, into her neat triangle of pubic hair, back up her body and over her breasts again, up to her neck, down across her belly and onto her thighs, tracing round and round in circles that Rhiana could not predict. She felt with growing humiliation as her nipples began to reach forth; she hoped in vain that Mistress would not notice but she did – and took them between her fingers and began to tease them.

Slowly, Rhiana felt one finger trace a gentle line across her belly, through her pubic hair and onto her lips as the other hand played with her aching nipple. She felt the finger probe the cleft of her pussy but she was rigid with fear. Mistress moved her finger upwards slowly until it found Rhiana’s clit, and began to push it around in slow, slow circles.

Rhiana felt the burning desire grow within her with a weak horror. She knew that this was not right, what Mistress was doing was technically rape, but the feeling of that slender finger on her clit and the light pinching on her nipple was driving her wild. Mistress had proved she knew exactly how to turn Rhiana on, even when she was afraid and humiliated at the thought. She tried to remain fully still but her hips betrayed her and began to rock as Mistress kept up the gentle playing on her clit.

“Oh, I almost forgot…” Mistress said soothingly, stopping her gentle strokes for a moment. “You like this, don’t you?” She said as she took a lock of Rhiana’s red-blonde hair and tucked it gingerly into her mouth. Rhiana felt herself burn bright red with shame as Mistress’s hand returned south and continued their playing on her clit as Rhiana sucked on her locks and squeaked as quietly as she could.

Mistress seemed to keep on teasing her clit for what at first felt like ten, fifteen minutes. Then the time seemed to double again, so that Rhiana’s hips were rolling slowly but so strongly and her insides burned for more vigorous attention.

“Is that nice, Slave?” Mistress asked gently, her voice close above Rhiana’s face.

“Yes, Mistress.” Rhiana replied with a gentle gasp.

“Would you like me to do something even nicer?”

“Yes, Mistress, please,” Rhiana heard herself say before she even had time to think. It became clear that despite her teased, humiliated mind that she could not take much more of this teasing – soon she would be begging Mistress for an orgasm.

“Okay, Slave.” Her fingers left Rhiana’s clit and nipple for a moment. 

Rhiana let out a gasp when she felt something warm and wet on her body; it made a long, slow stroke of her sex, probing her ever so gently as it ran over her moist lips to her clit. With growing excitement and horror she realised it was Mistress’s tongue; again the tongue made a long slow stroke that drew another gasp, before she felt Mistress’s mouth close over her clit and suck on it hard, pulling Rhiana’s throbbing bud deep into her and making it burn with sensitivity.

“Oh…” Rhiana heard herself say as Mistress sucked on her bud, gasping gently as she felt a warm tongue dart gently across her clit from inside Mistress’s mouth. She felt two fingers probing gently into her now relaxed pussy, stroking her insides gently and overcoming any last feeling of fear inside her.

Rhiana felt the sucking stop for a moment as Mistress spoke. “Oh Slave, you sound like you are ready to come.”


Rhiana



“I am, Mistress, I am.” Rhiana gasped as Mistress’s fingers played inside her. She gasped as Mistress sucked hard on her clit again then let go.

“Would you like me to make you come?”

“Oh, yes, Mistress, yes please…” Rhiana panted. She braced herself as Mistress sucked on her clit again, darting her tongue quickly over Rhiana’s clit. “Oh…” Rhiana could hear herself voicing her approval through her panting, knowing that she would shudder into orgasm at any minute. “Oh…” She breathed again as she felt her pussy begin to contract; her hips bucked into the air with every stroke from Mistress’s tongue, driving her ever closer to orgasm. Rhiana’s gasps became louder, harder and faster all the time; her pussy was tightening hard against Mistress’s fingers as she rocked under her owner’s pleasuring tongue. Rhiana felt her breath stop and choke as her pussy prepared to contract now for one last time. She gripped hard on the bedposts as she felt her orgasm prepare to burst.

Just as Rhiana gave one last gasp Mistress withdrew her fingers and tongue from Rhiana’s body. Rhiana gripped hard on the bedposts and clenched her pussy waiting for orgasm but the feeling subsided almost instantly leaving her with a dull, empty burning inside. She reached down instinctively to comfort her aching clit but the cuffs arrested her, reminding her of her enslavement.

“Wake up slave, time for play is over.” Mistress barked, whipping the blindfold from Rhiana’s eyes. Light flooded in to her wide eyes, hurting them as she looked up forlornly at Mistress.

“Please… Mistress, I want to…” She fought for the words as they tried to escape her mouth but Mistress placed a musky hand over her lips and gripped them shut.

“This little body is mine, not yours. You are my slave, you will not want, you will not need, and you certainly will not beg.” Rhiana shut her eyes in a vain attempt to stem the flood of tears; they forced through and began to run down her face as Mistress turned away from her to open the rigid case on the floor. “This is a little something to stop you from breaking the rules again, Slave.” Mistress said, pulling from the case a pair of small briefs and what looked like a sports bra.

Rhiana stared at the garments as her heart began to sink. She recognised the material – it was known as Flexilon, and was often used by hospitals to cover wounds or splint broken bones. She had had a Flexilon bandage when she broke her wrist aged eleven; when it was fitted it was just a soft fabric tube, but it went rigid when the nurse had typed on a special tool, locking her wrist in place. It was a memory fabric – able to flex but always return to its original shape, but only from one direction. On her wrist bandage she had been able to scratch her skin through the material and receive massages from a physiotherapist, however it was totally immovable from the inside, to prevent her bones from re-breaking before they had properly healed.

Rhiana was aware of other uses for Flexilon – infant eczema or burns sufferers were often fitted into Flexilon garments made inside out. Made into a glove, for example, it would flex and stretch to the movement of the hand within but would not transmit any pressure or heat through from the outside – making it impossible for the wearer to scratch at or damage the healing skin.

Staring fixedly at the panties as Mistress strode to unlock her feet, Rhiana could see that these garments would be rigid from the outside. Once worn, she would be able to walk and run as if wearing normal pants, but she would not be able to feel any pressure she exerted onto the material. Worse still, she could see a Flexilon band around the waist and leg elastic – once moulded to her shape she would not be able to remove the pants without access to the house computer.

Rhiana bit her lip as Mistress unfastened her ankles and began to slide the pants up her legs. Her clit throbbed like it had been slapped, it stood proud and firm, begging for attention above her glistening lips. A deep ache resonated inside her making her grind her hips, rubbing her ass into the bed.

Words wheeled around in Rhiana’s head as Mistress slowly pulled the panties up her legs: why, why, why was Mistress doing this to her? What had she done in her life to deserve this punishment? She felt herself sinking into deep despair as Mistress pulled the panties around her waist and pressed a button on the control tool; with a barely noticeable ‘snap’ the fabric became taught, then rigid from the outside.

Before Rhiana had opened her eyes and blinked long enough to clear her tears Mistress had fastened the bra top to her as well; from her clearing eyes she could see her nipples straining at the dull brown fabric. “My, my, what a sight they are.” Mistress was saying, staring admiringly at Rhiana’s nipples. “You are such a sight to behold, Slave, you really are. Just look at your nipples, will you? So proud, reaching out for me. I will make sure they stay like that through all your waking hours.”

Rhiana began to slip back into her spinning world of despair as Mistress ran her hand down Rhiana’s smooth belly. Rhiana felt the gentle touch as it passed over her navel, onto the skin that became more and more sensitive as Mistress let her fingertips drift ever lower. As they reached a light downy tuft her fingers were arrested by the unforgiving fabric, sent up and over it between Rhiana’s moist thighs.

Craning her neck to look down, Rhiana felt nothing but a dull pressure through the waist and leg bands of her panties as Mistress rubbed slowly then vigorously over where her clit should be. Rhiana shivered and began to cry again as Mistress unclipped the cuffs still holding her wrists to the headboard. Mistress stood up to address her. “Now get up, dress, and work.”

***

Rhiana lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. The day in her new fabric prison had been hell; all day long she had not forgotten the burning desire to touch herself. At times she had almost forgotten she was wearing a chastity shield and had told herself only to wait until bedtime, then she had remembered her situation with a sudden heart-sinking emptiness.

Her toilet had catered for by a convenient slit that opened up in the fabric, however in order to activate the slit Rhiana needed to touch her wrist cuffs against two metal contacts on either side of the toilet. This seemed to trigger a control module somewhere in the building that signalled the pants to open for her toilet, then she would be cleaned by the automated latrine. As soon as Rhiana took her hands away from the contacts the pants would close again with a snap.

But now Rhiana lay still, her breathing ragged, her hands shaking, and her throat tight as if she would choke or cry. Questions still buzzed around her mind and she wondered if this feeling would ever subside. The longer the reminded herself of the rigid cage around her sex, the hornier she became, until at two o’clock in the morning she slipped into a light, fitful sleep.

The following days were much the same as the first. Mistress gave her some menial tasks, which she immediately set about, wishing to please Mistress as much as possible in hope of some sexual reward.

The routine became the same every evening. Before bed Rhiana would be sent to the bathroom and her cuffs clipped to little ringlets on the shower wall. Mistress would then remove her garments and wash her from head to toe with a soft, soapy sponge, paying extra attention to the area between her legs that left Rhiana whimpering and twitching at every stroke. She resisted the urge to beg Mistress to play with her; she became certain that that was what Mistress would most like to hear, and would only tease her more if Rhiana voiced her ever-growing desire.

After showering Mistress rubbed her boisterously with a rough towel, drying her more thoroughly than was really necessary, then locked her back into her fabric prison. Then she was sent to her bedroom with a “Well done, Slave.” and a gentle kiss on the forehead.

That she certainly had not expected, and the more she thought about it the more chilled she felt by it. Why would Mistress want to kiss her slave? It did not make sense. There were so many questions that Rhiana did not have an answer to, but she would have accepted eternal ignorance for the right to play with herself, even for a short time every day; a right she had taken for granted all her life.

On the fourth day of Rhiana’s imprisonment, however, things began to change again. Mistress seemed to be distant throughout the day, always locked in her study in front of the computer console, or (more oddly) out of the house altogether. Since Rhiana had been in the house Mistress had barely left, her groceries and household supplies delivered to her door every few days while she worked from home in the study. But on this day Mistress was in and out more times than Rhiana could count, and each time on her return Mistress had ran straight to her study and locked the door, leaving Rhiana with little work to do beyond general household cleaning.

After some time Rhiana had completely run out of tasks after checking and double-checking everything, so she returned to her room and sat on the bed, feeling bored. It was in quiet times like this that her predicament became most severe, and even now as she sat on the bed she could feel the damp moisture between her legs, seeping around the leg-bands of her panties and onto her thighs. She sat on her bed for what felt like hours (and was in fact about thirty minutes) before her sexual curiosity got the better of her, and she began to collect the moisture on her fingertips and lick them. Eventually her arousal grew so great that she instinctively began to grind her ass into the bed.

After a while she realised what she was doing, and that it was having no affect except to make her hornier, so she decided to go clean the kitchen for the third time in a vein attempt to forget the burning between her legs.

At bedtime Mistress cleansed Rhiana in the same tormenting way, except Mistress didn’t seem to have her heart in it as she had previously. She seemed distant – upset, perhaps. Definitely she was not her usual boisterous self about drying her slave, and that night Rhiana was re-dressed in her fabric prison without the soft skin on her arms, legs and back burning red from their vigorous rub-down.

Mistress opened the door to Rhiana’s bedroom and bent forwards to give Rhiana her ritual kiss on the forehead. This time, though, the kiss went on longer than a short brush of the lips. Mistress kept her lips against Rhiana’s head for some time as the slave stood still, unsure of what would happen next. She tensed slightly when she felt the cool, soft drip of a tear brush past her head; she waited a while longer and then another dropped onto her. Without any further warning Mistress took Rhiana into a tight embrace and hugged her closely, burying her face into Rhiana’s milky soft neck and sobbing into her quietly.

Rhiana stood stock still for a moment longer, embarrassed and uncertain what to do. After a time she raised her arms around Mistress’s shoulders and caressed them gently, instinctively rocking Mistress as she would an upset child.

“Oh, Slave.” Mistress sobbed through her tears, still nuzzling Rhiana’s neck and coating her skin with salty water. “Oh, Slave.” Mistress repeated, mumbling sorrowful words so quiet that Rhiana did not know what was said, or even whether they were intended for her.

Mistress withdrew from her embrace a moment later and wiped her face with the back of her hand. She reached out and closed the door to Rhiana’s room before taking her by the hand and leading the slave into her own luxurious bedchamber with it’s dark purple shades and gothic bed, an elegant and fearsome contraption with a metal frame and barbed spikes atop the head- and foot-rails. “Slave, you will sleep with Mistress tonight. Your embrace comforts me so.” She led Rhiana onto the bed and pulled back the thick warm duvet. “Lie here, Slave. I will change.”

Rhiana climbed into the bed and lay down under the purple duvet, still embarrassed and confused, her sexual frustration almost forgotten for a few moments. Mistress moved to the large dressing table and began to remove her clothes, everything right down to her underwear, so that for the first time Rhiana had a look at her Mistress’s long, smooth legs, her firm buttocks, her tight stomach and rounded breasts. She secretly wondered how many men had fallen for that body – for a moment she was envious of Mistress for being more beautiful, for she considered her own petite physique to be somewhat smaller and more girlish than most would like. Then she remembered with a sinking heart that for the foreseeable future she would not even be introduced to any men – let alone allowed to have any kind of relationship other than that of a slave.

Secretly in her mind she speculated whether Mistress would ever bring a man to the house, and if she did would he be allowed to treat her as his slave? Would he ask her to perform any sexual acts? The thought partially aroused her, although in the back of her mind she considered that to be a form of rape – not something she had ever fantasised about, something that turned her off more with fear than it turned her on.

Mistress retired to the bathroom for a moment and Rhiana was left alone with her thoughts, sinking in the luxury of the huge bed. Rhiana lay contemplating the night ahead with Mistress while the sounds of subtle cleansing emanated from the bathroom.

A moment later Mistress returned, fully naked, shut the bedroom door and climbed into bed next to Rhiana. As if by magic (although in fact by a pre-programmed signal from Mistress) the lights were extinguished, and for a moment Rhiana lay alone, her only senses the sounds and movements through the mattress of Mistress getting comfortable.

Just as the bouncing of the mattress became still Rhiana felt the touch of her Mistress. Gently the woman slid closer to her under the duvet until she was next to her, their skin touching gently. Mistress’s hands then delicately wrapped around Rhiana until they were once again in a tight embrace, and quietly Mistress resumed her sobbing.

Rhiana lay comforting her Mistress for what seemed like an eternity, too afraid to stop the delicate rubbing of her shoulders or back or neck, the caressing and stroking of her long hair, lest Mistress become upset and punish her. Eventually, however, Mistress’s sobs were replaced with a shallow breathing, which in turn became quiet snores, as Mistress fell asleep. A moment later Rhiana was asleep too, still wrapped in the delicate and strangely comforting embrace of her Mistress.

Several hours later, Rhiana awoke feeling warm. She found that she and Mistress had changed position through the night, and now Mistress lay almost on top of her. She moved her arms delicately over Mistress’s firm back, trying to sense exactly how Mistress was lying under the duvet; she mentally disentangled their limbs to discover where she lay under her Mistress. Rhiana became aware that a warm patch against her thigh was Mistress’s pubic area touching her gently, and it was… After a while Rhiana realised that there was more than just warmth – there was the feeling of moisture, too.

Rhiana’s heart began to race when she realised that she was in bed with another woman. Never before had she thought such a thing would happen – even those few days previously when Mistress had teased her. Her insides tightened at the memory – she should have classed it as rape, yet still Mistress had turned her on so much – brought her to the brink of orgasm in so short a time she could not even contemplate it – yet still she was so ashamed to admit it. And then, still in her mind was the memory that she had not had an orgasm since the night before that terrifying morning.

It had been more than four days since Rhiana had come – she wondered whether she had ever gone longer than that, apart from when she was first taken into the slavery, which was a time when she simply had not had the will to feel sexually aroused. As far as she could remember – and it was getting hard to remember now, since her mind had become so confused over the last few days – she could only remember lasting for five days before. That had only been because she was on a camping trip with some friends, and although she had had the urge (oh, she definitely had had the urge, she remembered!) she had not had the nerve to play with herself in the tent, or in the latrines. And of course at the end of the holiday Rhiana knew she would return home to her nice comfortable bedroom, with her favourite soft pillows piled behind her back and the soft duvet pulled over her legs. With the lights extinguished the strong light of Gray would give way to the dull midnight light and her juices would begin to flow with the rhythm of her playful touch.

But now, here in this fabric prison, underneath her obviously hurting but nonetheless stern Mistress, Rhiana felt that she had no control, no idea even, over when she would be allowed to come again. She wondered if Mistress would ever remove the garments, even for a few minutes, and leave Rhiana alone with herself. Or would Mistress prefer to play with her herself? Rhiana hoped not. Not that Mistress was not good at it, not in any way, but there was more than just the orgasm that she was missing – like a drug addiction she missed the habit, the rhythmic stroking, the self-teasing, the fantasising. When Mistress had teased her she had no control over her body, she could not play out any fantasy – Mistress had built her up then let her drop, and would always have the power to do so. In the only sexual encounter Rhiana had ever had with another person, she had realised that there was nothing in the world like being played with by someone else, and also nothing in the world like playing with oneself.

Rhiana’s mind was brought back to the present as Mistress stirred. For a moment she thought Mistress would awake, but she merely moved a little before settling back into the same position, nuzzling Rhiana’s neck slightly. A moment later Mistress moved again – the same slight stretching, before again she settled; but this time she was not entirely still.

Rhiana could feel the rhythmic rocking coming from Mistress’s hips. She could feel the warmth of her pubic area on her thigh, moving very slightly up and down; she even thought she could feel an increase in the slight moisture on her leg. Mistress nuzzled her again in her sleep, her breath deepening as her lips parted slightly, letting out gentle sighs. The pressure on Rhiana’s thigh increased very slightly as Mistress continued to nuzzle her; this time Rhiana definitely felt a patch of moisture being trailed where Mistress rubbed her sex in her sleep.

The rhythmic rubbing continued for what felt like hours; Rhiana burned deeply with embarrassment as Mistress dreamt of something sexual, her body acting out her mind’s fantasy as she slept. Rhiana wondered what Mistress was dreaming about, and if she was deep enough into her fantasy dream to reach orgasm. Rhiana remembered waking up once after what was probably one of the most powerful orgasms of her life – all experienced while she slept. She wondered whether Mistress would come over her, or whether (like Rhiana had done so many times in the past) wake up feeling horny and frustrated, unable to sleep again until she had satisfied herself.

Deeply Rhiana hoped that Mistress’s dream would fade away, or take her all the way to ecstasy. She thought that Mistress might feel uncomfortable if she awoke needing to play with herself with Rhiana still in the bed. The thought of upsetting Mistress only made her think that her stay in her fabric prison would be a longer one, even if it were not her fault. Rhiana lay perfectly still, hoping that Mistress would not wake; then suddenly the rocking stopped, the pressure on her thigh was eased (leaving a warm, moist feeling) and Mistress raised her head into the darkness before lying back into Rhiana and nuzzling her in a firmer, more deliberate manner.




Rhiana



Rhiana felt Mistress’s left hand descend to her pubic region and realised with growing fear that she was playing with herself; she felt Mistress slowly bring her mouth to Rhiana’s earlobe and nibble it hungrily as her fingers worked gently at her clit. Stock-still and afraid now, Rhiana wondered whether Mistress was still partially sleeping, or confused in her sudden consciousness. But Mistress kept up her stroking for minute after minute, her breathing turning to sighing, then to quiet moaning. Eventually Mistress stopped her stroking and rolled onto her back, quickly and suddenly, startling Rhiana and making her jump with fright.

“What are you doing, Slave?” Mistress demanded, sitting up on her elbows and glaring at her. Rhiana looked back up at her in the darkness, more afraid now. What did Mistress mean? “Don’t just lie there, you stupid girl, play with me!” She barked, her voice loud and harsh in the quiet softness of the night.

Rhiana felt herself burn with dread and shame; what did Mistress mean by that? Did Mistress want her to… No, surely not? Suddenly Mistress reached out caught a fistful of Rhiana’s hair with a firm right hand and dragged her head down towards her sex as Rhiana squealed in fear and pain. She fought to turn herself under Mistress’s firm hand, desperately trying to sit up so that she could end the feeling that she was being bent in half. She managed to kick her legs free of the duvet and shrieked in terror as Mistress thrust her face into the warm, musky crack between her legs.

“Go on, you little slut, lick me.” Mistress ordered as Rhiana tried to turn herself into a crouching position between her Mistress’s legs. “Open your sweet little mouth and make me come, you little stupid little girl.”

“Please, Mistress…” Rhiana whimpered as Mistress tightened her grip and tugged harshly on her hair.

“Yes, please Mistress.” Mistress repeated, only with a different meaning to the words. “Please me, you stupid girl! I don’t think you’re in a position to bargain, if you ever want your pussy petted again.” Mistress snapped as she thrust Rhiana’s face into her sex.

Rhiana felt her heart sink as her nose dived into Mistress’s slit, smothering her face with creamy moisture and suffocating her as she fought to break free. With aching suddenness she realised that Mistress kept the Flexilon pants on her as a bargaining device – never would Rhiana be able to refuse an order from her Mistress or disobey her commands, not if she wanted the pants removed. Her eyes became flooded with tears of fear, pain and sorrow as she realised she had only two choices – to use her tongue and mouth on her Mistress (a thought that made her feel ill) or accept that she would never again be allowed to play with herself.

Mistress continued to push Rhiana’s face into her sex, grinding herself violently against Rhiana and hurting her nose and jawbone. Rhiana flailed her hands about trying to grip the bedclothes or Mistress’s legs, fighting and squeaking like a frightened kitten to catch her breath while Mistress thrust her wet sex against the terrified girl.

Part of Rhiana became hopeful that at least after enduring this torture there was a chance that she could be allowed some freedom from her prison; this thought alone sent waves of sexual excitement rushing towards her pussy and she felt her clit begin to throb in anticipation. Slowly, she felt her tongue extending from her mouth to take her first taste of her Mistress’s yearning sex.

Rhiana was almost surprised that Mistress tasted different than herself. She had always enjoyed licking her fingers, before and after she came, and was very familiar with the flavour of her own love juices; but Mistress was not quite the same. Muskier, creamier; Mistress’s silky flow was definitely thicker than her own, although perhaps that was because she was tasting it from a different position. Mistress continued to push her head down with one hand while she massaged her left breast with the other, which made it difficult for Rhiana to breathe and left her continually fighting for air. This fight seemed to excite Mistress though, who took every opportunity to lift the struggling girl’s head and thrust it back into her sex again every few minutes.

As Rhiana grew more adventurous so Mistress relaxed her grip and began to massage Rhiana’s head instead of thrust it into herself. Rhiana found she had more freedom to explore her Mistress’s sex, and began doing all of the things she wished were being done to her. Rhiana’s little pink tongue extended from her moistened lips to lick the length of Mistress’s pussy, parting her ever so slightly on every pass, a movement which made Mistress moan quietly with pleasure. Rhiana could only think though how she would be moaning in a short while, when Mistress would remove her pants and let her play with herself.

Rhiana’s clit burned so strongly she felt that it would burst if she could not stroke it soon; she was certain she was almost horny enough to come just by thinking about it. If only Mistress would say something incredibly sexy to her she would explode in waves of ecstasy. Yet Mistress only continued to moan her approval at Rhiana’s skill with her little pink tongue.

“Oh, Slave, Oh…” Mistress moaned, her fingers massaging Rhiana’s scalp and tangling with her locks of red-blonde hair. “Oh, that feels so gooood… Suck on my clit, Slave, suck my clit, oh…” She panted as Rhiana lifted her head away from Mistress’s pussy and placed her lips around Mistress’s demanding clit. She closed her mouth and sucked gently, letting her tongue make gentle strokes over the fleshy bud as it stretched itself tighter into her mouth, become more sensitive with each passing second.

Mistress reached up and grabbed the headboard of the bed as Rhiana continued her rhythmic stroking inside her mouth. Mistress’s legs moved up and down, her feet rising into the air as her slave took her higher and higher, closer and closer to the exploding crescendo of pure sexual delight that would be her orgasm. Further and further Rhiana took her, driven only by her own desire to please Mistress so that her own sexual frustration may be eased, that the unbearable throbbing inside of her and all around her private area may be relieved.

Rhiana hadn’t thought it possible for her clit to throb so intensely without coming to a screaming orgasm. In her lustful desire she brought her hands up from the bedclothes and found Mistress’s tight buttocks and firm thighs and began to massage them, pushing her Mistress closer to the peak of her enjoyment.

Mistress began to moan louder as Rhiana massaged her and probed at her sex, taking her hands away from the headboard to hold Rhiana’s head once again, this time gently and encouragingly. “Oh Slave…” She moaned again, knowing she was only seconds from orgasm. “Oh, yes, oh…” Mistress’s words choked in her throat as she gripped Rhiana’s head firmly, tensing her body into her slave’s face as her body became racked in the throes of her orgasm.

Rhiana felt Mistress’s grip tighten, she felt her hips tense and her body become rigid; she heard Mistress choking on her own delight as she came, grinding herself slowly into Rhiana’s mouth. Gently she began to relax, moaning tiredly as her orgasm subsided to be replaced by a warm post-sexual glow that burned in her as Rhiana licked her pussy and ran her little tongue up and over Mistress’s lips, cleansing them of their moisture.

Gradually Mistress came to her senses, gently pulling Rhiana up the bed to lay her slave down over her. There she kissed Rhiana’s lips, licking her own moisture away from her slave’s face as she rubbed her back and stroked her curly hair. Together they lay kissing for several minutes until they were quiet and still.

Rhiana felt the burning inside her grow stronger with every second. Any minute, she thought, Mistress would reward her efforts and take off the pants. Soon, she thought, the agony of the last few days would be relieved, as Mistress would let her come, let her have the orgasm that her sex yearned for so strongly. As the anticipation inside her grew, so Rhiana’s arms and legs began to shake, knowing deep inside that her body was about to have an orgasm.

But Mistress lay so quiet and still in the bed that Rhiana began to wonder when she would receive her reward. After several more minutes of silence she could wait no longer, and she spoke.

“Mistress, will you…” She began.

“Quiet, Slave, it is time to sleep.” Mistress cut her off.

“But Mistress, will you reward me?” Rhiana said, her desire getting the better of her judgement.

“What? For that? You think you’re that good that I should please you every time you please me? I am your Mistress, what do you think you are here for?”

Rhiana felt herself flushing from the inside. Her pussy burned for her touch, her clit throbbed, her heart pounded and her throat was tight. Surely Mistress would not be so cruel as to turn her on like this then leave her to suffer all night? “Please Mistress, please…” She heard herself beg as she contemplated the thought of another night in her prison.

“Oh, beg if you will Slave, but it will make no difference. Now if you don’t shut up I’ll be sure that you have something to cry about.” Mistress said, turning onto her back and pulling the duvet over her. “Hold me, Slave. If you stay up crying all night I’ll break the key in half and that sweet little pussy of yours will stay in there forever.”

Rhiana sank underneath the duvet and snuggled up behind her Mistress, wrapping her arms around her and holding her tightly. “Yes, Mistress.” She said, trying to hold back the tears that welled in her eyes.

“Don’t cry, little Slave.” Mistress soothed quietly. “Just sleep, for me? Sleep for your Mistress. You love your Mistress, don’t you, Slave?”

Rhiana felt another wave of tension run through her body at her Mistress’s words. What did that mean? The more she got to know her Mistress, the more Rhiana realised that the young, harsh woman was perhaps more than slightly unbalanced. “Yes Mistress, I love you.” Rhiana replied, totally uncertain of what that really meant.

“Good. You are such a good Slave. And before long you will love nothing more than pleasing your Mistress, you will love that so much that I need never let you out of that cage again.”

The following morning Rhiana awoke to a long, passionate kiss from Mistress. She was lying on her back; she couldn’t recall lying in that position when she had fallen asleep. As she opened her eyes and blinked back the morning light she realised that her cuffs had been locked to the metal spikes at the tips of the bedposts on the head- and foot-rails, and she could not move at all.

Her pants had been removed although her bra was still firmly fastened about her. Mistress knelt on the bed above her, looking glorious in her naked beauty; Rhiana looked up into her sharp eyes, wondering whether Mistress was going to reward her or cruelly tease her again.

Rhiana opened her mouth to speak but Mistress placed a musky finger over her lips. “Ssh, quiet, Slave.” She said soothingly, removing her finger to lick the tip gently. She then moved her finger down between Rhiana’s legs below her line of sight; Rhiana let out a sigh as Mistress touched her damp finger onto her clit, then began to squeak as Mistress moved her finger very slowly, precisely around on Rhiana’s sex. Rhiana tried to sink away into the mattress, her back arching and her wrists and ankles tugging at their restraints as Mistress played with her burning clit; surely Mistress could not keep this up for long before an orgasm would burst through her veins?

“Oh, Mistress, please don’t tease me…” Rhiana begged, once again her body taking over from her mind in her uncontrollable state of lust. “Please, I can’t stand any more!” She sobbed as Mistress continued to move her engorged clit with aching slowness.

“Oh, Slave, it turns me on so much to hear you say that.” Mistress said breathily. “I just can’t help myself when I see your eyes look at me like that.” She continued, licking the index finger of her other hand and placing it to her own clit.

“Please Mistress, I just want to come.” Rhiana said, already feeling ashamed at the words that forced themselves through her mouth. “I just want to come so badly, Mistress, I can’t take it any more. Please!”

Mistress let her finger move down over Rhiana’s slit and gently pushed inside her, pulling her finger in and out rhythmically as she rubbed her own clit. She stopped playing with herself for a moment to take a small lock of Rhiana’s hair and push it gently into the crying slave’s mouth, where she began to suck on it as her face burned bright red. Tears began to pour down Rhiana’s cheeks as Mistress continued to stroke her insides, making her hips rock back and forth with their own instinctive rhythm.

“Do you want to come, Slave?” Mistress sighed as she played with herself and with Rhiana.

“Oh, yes, Mistress, please!” Rhiana cried through her mouthful of hair. “Please!”

“Oh, beg for me, Slave! Beg for me!” Mistress demanded as Rhiana’s hips bucked against her finger and her little squeaks became sharp squeals of pleasure. Just as Rhiana’s cries became louder and higher Mistress withdrew her hand, kneeling upright on the bed and sucking her moist finger as her other hand played with her clit.

Rhiana’s eyes became tightly shut in frustration as she bucked her hips, wiggling them from side to side in an instinctively childish way to draw attention to her burning sex. Mistress stared down at her open-mouthed as her excitement reached its peak.

“Oh my…” Mistress gasped as she withdrew her finger from her mouth and gripped her lower abdomen as if it would burst; her mouth gaped open as her other finger dashed frantically back and forth over her clit. “Oh…” She panted one more time as her body tensed against a powerful orgasm which ended several seconds later with a sharp gasp of air as her finger finally became still, held up and away from her clit which throbbed from its sudden abuse.

Rhiana lay sobbing quietly on the bed, her eyes tightly closed as she tried to shrink away from herself. Her face burned red with shame, she had begged her Mistress and would continue to do so, she knew she no longer had control of her own mind. Mistress needed only run a finger over her clit to turn her on, and she would do whatever Mistress demanded in vain hope of a reward.

As she lay listening to her own sobbing she became aware that Mistress’s breath had become quiet again, and this made her calm down and open her eyes. Mistress was still kneeling above her, her left hand still gripping her abdomen firmly in the afterglow of her orgasm, staring distantly down at Rhiana. With gripping anxiety she replayed the whole scene in her mind; Mistress had played with herself while she had teased her slave; Mistress had made her beg while she watched and played.

Rhiana wondered what all this meant. It was getting hard to think in this prison of fear and lust, but she knew now that Mistress had a fetish for teasing her – she wondered what that meant for her chances of being freed from her fabric dungeon of enforced chastity. She decided that it was not good.

Mistress began to shift on the bed, then lay down next to Rhiana, wrapping her arms around the fearful slave and trying to comfort her with soothing, breathy sounds, gentle nuzzles and kisses to her cheek, a calm stroking of her hair. Rhiana felt all this with fear inside her; she could feel it gripping her throat, her stomach, her anus. Mistress quietly whispered something in her ear.

“Thank you, Slave.” Came her Mistress’s whispered voice. “Time for your reward.”

Rhiana felt her throat tighten harder still. Did Mistress really mean that, or was she just tormenting her again? She clamped shut her eyes and tried to will herself away to another place, realising it was hopeless as she felt Mistress’s warm fingers touch her moist slit.

Slowly her lips were parted, slowly Mistress’s finger pushed inside her; slowly Rhiana let out a moan of pleasure even though she now longed for Mistress only to leave her alone. Mistress pushed her finger deep inside Rhiana, delicately feeling her insides all the way, stroking her from within. Rhiana’s breath rasped in her throat as Mistress played with her, all the time nibbling on her ear or kissing her cheek, still whispering those soothing nothings that Rhiana did not understand.

Before long Rhiana’s hips were bucking back and forth again, her mouth open and her eyes gripped shut, quiet squeaks emanating from her throat as she rocked on the bed. The louder the squeaks became the louder Mistress whispered unprintable sounds, until again the room was filled with the sounds of delight and love; Rhiana felt herself bucking against Mistress’s probing finger harder and harder, squealing and licking her lips as her body fought for orgasm. Fear still gripped her insides, but now it was the fear that again Mistress would let her go, take her to the precipice then pull her back before she could jump free.

Mistress kept up her rhythm, never faltering, never slowing, never trying to draw out the delight that Rhiana felt inside her. She could feel her pussy beginning to contract on Mistress’s finger, she could feel her muscles tense and her throat tighten, she could feel Mistress’s finger juddering inside her now – and suddenly it became too much for her body to withstand any longer. With crashing urgency she let out a scream of ecstasy, her eyes clenched shut and her mouth wide open, pussy spasming uncontrollably against Mistress’s shifting finger.

It was a full minute before Rhiana felt able to breathe properly again. Mistress’s finger was still inside her, but almost still now, swilling left and right inside her so gently she could hardly feel it even as her pussy burned with the afterglow of her orgasm. After a while Rhiana blinked away the clouds in her eyes, gasped as Mistress withdrew her finger, then felt Mistress’s lips closing around hers.

It was the longest, deepest, most intimate kiss Rhiana had ever had. There was something so tender, soothing and loving in the way Mistress touched her lips, probed her gently with her tongue; Rhiana responded instinctively with her own tongue, feeling her heart pound as she did so. For just a moment as she lay tied to the bed, recovering from her long-awaited orgasm, Rhiana wanted nothing more than to be here with her Mistress, kissing her, caressing her, loving her.

Rhiana walked around the apartment cleaning as she went. She reflected on the morning’s events with a rosy feeling in her heart. Mistress had untied her from the bed and they had showered together, kissing and caressing one another until Mistress gently demanded Rhiana play with her while she washed. Rhiana had then hoped Mistress would return the favour, but became a little worried when Mistress had locked her cuffs onto the loops on the shower wall. Sure enough, Mistress soaped her all over, standing behind her and kissing her neck while she sponged Rhiana’s body. Rhiana held a wide smile as Mistress ran the soapy sponge over her already burning cleft, rubbing against her most sensitive skin and making her gasp and moan, making her hips rock as warm water ran over her head, down her belly and over Mistress’s hand.

Mistress had kept up the teasing for more than ten minutes, becoming more firm with the sponge with each passing minute. Eventually the sponge was discarded to the shower floor and Mistress used her fingers on Rhiana’s clit and lips, pulling them gently this way and that in a way that made Rhiana pant with desire.

Again, though, just as Rhiana had fearfully expected, the playing stopped and Rhiana was soaped and rinsed all over, dried and re-dressed in a clean pair of Flexilon pants and bra.




Rhianna



(Please note: I wrote this as a romance between two women who became lovers, not a hot sexual romp. If your looking for such a story, I'm sure there are many here on the LIT site.)



I was traveling alone some where between Sacramento and hell, after picking up my 2010, ice blue convertible BMW Z4, at the dealership. I was driving back home to Virginia City, Nevada, in hopes of a fantastic night with my lover. She and I had been together a few years, and with my career in full swing, I wanted to treat her to one beautiful night of passion. 

I pulled into a truck stop to refuel and relax. I found my way inside to the restroom and pulled the ponytail holder from my hair looking in the restroom mirror, after washing my face and arms. I wanted to take off my shirt and bathe my chest and breasts in the coolness of the water, but took a wet towel and wiped down instead. 

I brushed out my hair, leaving it down for a bit, admiring my reflection, and thought of Rhianna as I did. I missed her brushing my hair at night, and the feel of her body against me, and the taste of her sweet lips and tongue entwined with mine. 

I felt the heat build up between my legs, and the wetness begin to flow into my panties at the thought of her. My thoughts were interrupted by the ring of my cell phone, I pulled it from my pocket and looked at it, not that I had to, I knew the ring. "Hi baby."

"Hi baby yourself. Where the hell are you Sierra? I thought you would be home hours ago?"

"I stopped at some truck stop to stretch out and piss. Damn, it took longer at the dealer than it should have."

"I miss you Sierra. I want you home. Two days alone is too long."

"I will baby, soon, just a few more hours." I took a deep breath, looked around to see if anyone else was listening, "I want to feel your pussy on my mouth Rhi, I want to kiss and love you baby girl. I want you hot and ready when I get home because I'm going to fuck you and love you hard."

"Oh yes mommy, please," I heard her groan, "I want you so much."

"Keep that up and you'll be worn out before I get there." I knew she was playing with herself, it was something she liked to do when we talked on the phone. "You better not get so wet that I can't keep my tongue on you."

"I'll stop, I'll stop, just let me come one more time!" she groaned, a low silky growl coming from deep with in her throat. "Mommy, tell me what you're going to do to make me come?"

I was walking across the parking lot to the car, my keys in one hand, as I fondled the fob to unlock it, my cell still stuck to my ear. "I have a new toy for you. Something that I can sink deep into your hot box, fuck you from behind, make love to you on top. Feel you sitting on my lap, sliding up and down on me so I can suck your hot nipples! I'm going to make you scream for me baby girl, scream with desire for me."

"I'm coming mommy. Oh Sierra, oh momma!"

I slid into the seat and shut out the world, my hand was on my own pussy, hot and wet from her sounds. "Oh god baby girl, I want to love you so bad! My fingers aren't enough! I want to grind into you baby, love you." I was panting at want of her as I touched myself. It was a good thing that I had parked off alone, because if not, they would have gotten a show. "Come Rhi, come, I want to hear you. Scream baby, come baby."

She made some soft, deep sounds, and built up to a raspy growling moan. Her voice burst, screaming out as I knew she would, "Oh god Yes! Yes Momma, yes! Oh fuck yes!" 

I knew she could hear my breathing hasten as I came when she came, adding to her pleasure. Panting at the end of her heightened bliss she whispered, "I love you Sierra, I love you."

"I love you too Rhianna."

I pulled my fingers from my sopping lips and tasted of myself, a slow moan crossing my throat. "Rhianna, I'll be home in a few hours, I love you."

"I love you too." I lay the phone in the console and cranked the car, pulling from the parking lot and back on to the highway, headed towards Virginia City. 

***

As I drove, I thought about Rhianna. She was so young when we met, but so mature for her twenty-three years. She was exactly what I had needed when I found her. My third husband and I had divorced, and I was still adjusting to being alone when we met at a book signing I was doing.

She loved my writing and just couldn't get over the way I spun my words. She wanted to talk, but I so busy. As soon as the last person left, and I was picking up my things, she was at my side again. I invited her to dinner and we met at a small bistro just down from the bookstore. 

Our conversation was light, and she laughed at every little thing. I was impressed by her wit, she was dazzling, intelligent, and incredibly beautiful. My heart did flip-flops when she reached over and touched my hand after I had dropped my napkin. I looked up to stare into the most precious cinnamon brown eyes I had ever seen. Something tugged at me, and I wanted to kiss her. 

"Come back to my hotel with me?" I whispered, my face with in inches of hers. 

"I would like that very much." a small tuft of hair fell to brush her cheek.

I had never been with a woman before, much less a girl half my age, and I didn't understand the feelings that were brewing inside of my body. My pussy was even heated at the thought of this beautiful young woman in my company. 

We took our bottle of wine and went back to my room. I poured us each a glass, and sat with her. She told me how she came to live in the busy city, and what her career consisted of. We talked of my books, and how she followed my writings, she wanted to know about my future writings, and so many other things. 

As the night wore on, I found myself touching her in ways I never thought I would touch a woman. I was caressing her chest through her sheer blouse, and running my fingers up and down her neck and shoulder, but it was she who made the first real move.

"Sierra," she hesitated briefly as she moved closer to me, almost straddling my lap. I could feel the heat of her against my left leg as she sat over me. "Sierra, I'm going to do something now that I have never done, but always wanted to do since the first time I saw you."

Her lips grazed mine, and I could taste the sweetness of her kiss as well as the tartness of the wine. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and she ground her pussy into my leg. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her into me, finding her ass with my hand, moving with her motions, and feeling the heat build in my own body.

"Rhianna." I moaned into her mouth, her tongue entwined with mine. Her skirt had worked up and I found my hands massaging her tight ass, fondling the lace of her panties. Her fingers were in my hair, and palms across my cheeks as our kiss deepened. She ground into my chest with her pert breasts and I felt my nipples jump to attention as she did. 

Rhianna's hand left my face, reaching back and taking my arm, moving it so that her hand was clasped with mine, and then pushed it between her legs. She pushed my fingers with hers into her panties, and I felt how wet she had become. I could feel my own pussy throb under its confines as my fingers brushed her naked lips.

"Sierra," she groaned, pushing my fingers into her slickness, "make me come. Make me come for you." her lips never left mine and she nipped and licked at me.

"Oh baby girl, yes, come for me." my words were not my own, but some lust filled vixen wanting the fill of her lover.

My hand worked her, it was second nature to touch her like that. I shoved two of my fingers into her depths while my thumb teased her stiff little clit that stuck out of its hood. She bucked at me, her hand still holding my wrist.

"Oh yes, that's it, um, yes!" her mouth left mine as she threw her head back, her hair spilling about her shoulders, making her all the more radiant. My heart pounded in my chest and my pussy throbbed against the tightness of the satin. 

I wanted her to touch me in the same manner, but how could I coax her into doing so before she came. I didn't want to loose this moment, that was for sure, but I wanted her to touch me. 

I felt her hand on my breast, working my shirt and bra down over its hard nipple. She pushed me to lie back against the couch and worked her way down my neck, breast and to its button, taking it in her mouth and devouring it. 

"Oh my god!" I groaned, feeling her teeth grind into it. My fingers still worked feverishly into her depths, and I felt the heat build inside of her. She was so close, and she was bringing me ever so closer to coming by just letting me touch her while she lapped and suckled me. 

I don't know when it happened or how, but she managed to slip her hand down between my thighs, and into my panties. I gasped as she did, and she sat up to looked at me, hesitant to continue. "I'm sorry, I just..." 

I squeezed her to me. "Don't stop." I whispered.

Her hand traveled lightly over my wetness, I still had my fingers into her, sliding them in and out at a comfortable pace. She moved her hips enough to pump up and down on my hand, moving her fingers around me at the same pace. She dipped one of her fingers inside of me, smiling as she did, and then managed another. I couldn't help but growl in lust, and felt my hips meeting her motions. 

Rhianna bent down, nipping my lips again, "momma, come with me, I want us to come together, please, show me you love me."

"Oh, Rhianna, baby girl, I do love you. Yes, I love you."

She ground her lips onto mine, and her hips on my hand, while managing to push me to my limits, making me gush onto her fingers. This in turn made me quicken my pace with my hand on her pussy, tightening my grip as she tightened around me, spilling hot liquid on my hand and leg. 

She slowly brought me down, and herself, pulling her hand from my body, bringing mine from hers. She licked my juice from her fingers, sharing it with me, and then did the same thing with my hand, tasting of herself, and allowing me the pleasure.

She kissed my breast, pulling my shirt back over it as she started to move from my leg. I stopped her, not wanting her to go. I felt her shaking and helped her ease to the side of me, rolling with her so that I was partially atop her body.

My lips were on her chest as she pushed forward, allowing me to find the indention between her breast. We lay on the couch for sometime, absorbing the moment, and the suddenness of our undertaking. I kissed her lightly, working up her neck, pushing her hair away from her face, drinking in her beauty. She smiled, and snuggled against me.

"I'm not sorry Sierra. I have been I love with you since I read your first book." she looked back up at me, "I finally got my chance to show you that I do."

"Rhianna, that book was... you couldn't have been more than a teenager when that book came out."

"I was, and I have loved you since. I have all your books, now this new one that you signed for me today." she smiled grandly, "I will treasure it always." 

My heart suddenly sank, as if she was admitting to this being a one-time thing. Why was I feeling like this, did I actually have feelings for her so soon. The tears welled in my eyes. She reached up and brushed my cheek, bringing my attention to her eyes. They sparkled with admiration and love as she stared at me. 

"Sierra, I don't want to go home tonight. I may never have a chance to be with you ever again. Do you mind if I stay, just for tonight?"

"Yes, I would love it if you would stay with me tonight." I moved her so that I could sit up, then stood up, took her hand, and pulled her from the couch to me. 

She followed behind me as I walked towards the bedroom of the suite, stopping long enough to turn off the lights. The faint nightlight shown in the darkness of the bedroom, and we stood at the foot of the bed together. 

"I have never been with another woman, but everything feels so right with you. Please, don't go Rhianna." 

"I won't, if you don't want me too." 

We embraced and kissed each other lightly, slowly undressed, taking time to absorb and touch each other. The wine was starting to take its toll, as was the day, and my sudden overwhelmed emotions. I wasn't sure how Rhianna felt, but I was a bit on the shy side. 

We walked to the side of the bed and I drew the covers down, allowing her to lay down first, sliding in beside her, covering us up partially. I wasn't sure what to do, I wanted to make love to her, but she seemed so tired, as did I. I brushed her hair away from her shoulder and looked upon her again. She smiled at me, brushing her fingertips across my lips.

"You don't mind me calling you momma, do you?"

"If you don't mind me calling you baby girl."

"No, I like that." I saw the faint blush in her cheeks. "Do you mind if we just cuddle? I'm, it's just that, I..."

"It's fine. It's been an interesting day for the both of us." I kissed her softly and pulled her into my arms. 

She looked at me, passion filling her eyes, "thank you for taking me to dinner."

"My pleasure. Thank you, for everything Rhianna."

"Your welcome." she snuggled into my chest, "my fantasy has finally come true."

"What fantasy is that?" I questioned, kissing into her hair.

"Being with you." her voice faded and I knew she was almost asleep.

"I think, baby girl, you would be anyone's perfect fantasy."

*** 

In the beginning, we weren't sure about our decision to be a couple. She had a contract with a major corporation in Washington State that she was required to conclude before she could step down, and I was still on tour with my latest book. Our long distance relationship was hard on both of us our first year.

She cried so often, it broke my heart, but I reassured her that we would be fine. We talked every night. I was able to see her twice in the months we were apart because my flights happened to go in that direction.

Once, when I was in Olympia, Washington, she made her way to see me. After a book signing I had done there that day, we spent the evening together in my hotel room, having dinner and talking. 

That night, she told me she wanted to be together, no more of this dashing in and out and midnight phone calls. She wanted to be with me, part of my life, for as long as we were meant to be together. She even had a plan to be part of my career in order to stay close to me. I was thrilled that she felt that way towards me. 

We made love all night, and parted ways when she took me to the airport the next morning before she headed back to Seattle. I hated to let her go, and before I walked away, she slipped a small charm bracelet in my hand with her initials attached. I cried all the way to my next stop, counting the days before we could be together. I knew then I was in love with her.

I was at my home in Carson City, Nevada taking a short break from the book tour when she called me and told me the news that her contract with the company was ending soon, and if it was all right with me, she wanted to move in with me. 

I was overjoyed that she would be joining me soon, but wasn't sure my apartment was big enough for the two of us, and I wasn't sure how she would adjust to living in such a quiet town, but I needed her, and wanted her with me. 

I immediately had my realtor looking for a house that would suit us, and called to ask Rhianna what she liked and how she would like to live. By the time my book tour ended, she managed to finish her part of the project with the company and stepped down.  

The Saturday that her flight arrived, I was at the airport early, and was so nervous about seeing her, I almost fainted. When she came from the long hallway terminal, I raced to her and hugged her tightly, planting a small kiss on her cheek when I met her, wanting to kiss her hard, but I held her close to me for a long time, feeling the warmth of her tears on my neck as she planted soft kiss's there. 

"I love you." I whispered to her, feeling my heart pound in my chest, feeling her softness against my body.

"I love you Sierra. I love you so much!" she cried softly, holding me tightly. I didn't care what anyone thought about us. I had my baby, and that was all that mattered at the time.

We went down to get her luggage after about ten minutes of holding and kissing each other softly, it was hard to let her go. When we retrieved her bags, all she had brought with her was two suitcases, and her purse. 

Driving back to my place, I was curious about her other belongings, and she said not to worry, that would be a concern for another time. 

When we arrived home, we left her bags at the door and I took her in my arms.

"Rhianna, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, it's just..."

"Yes Sierra. I want to be anywhere you are. I love you." 

"I love you too." 

We spent the next thirty minutes kissing and touching each other. I wrapped up into her, not wanting to let her go. She pulled at my hair, entwining her arms about my body. 

I carried her to the bedroom, trying not to break our kiss, and place her on my bed. Somewhere along the way, we lost our clothes and lay naked with each other. Twice I started to kiss down her body, wanting to taste her, and she stopped me.

"No, momma, I just need you here, this way, to hold me, just hold me. We have plenty of time to make love that way. Right now, I want to make love to you like this."

I smiled, not disagreeing with her, and we lay there, holding each other and talking about our future. 

***

Three years have passed since that first night we met in Seattle, and now she waited at our home in Virginia City. I couldn't wait to get back to her and love her. She had been so good for my life. A fresh breath of air when I needed it most. 

I posed a question to her a few times about marrying a young man and having a family. She always shunned the idea away, and told me I was all she ever needed or wanted. 

I was an hour from the house when I reached down into the mid console and collected a small velvet box, fondling it in my hand while I waited for the light to change. 

I popped the top open and looked at the delicate ring I had picked up for her. It was just a token of my love for her, and I wanted it to be a sign of my commitment to her. I took a deep breath and tried to decide how I wanted to present it to her, since my day had gone awry, and my plans had to be put off for our romantic dinner and night.

The road moved quicker, and the night grew darker as I approached the house. It was dark except for the lawn lights, and a small light in the kitchen. I pulled into the garage next to Rhianna's car, and watched the garage door close behind me as the car idled down before turning it off. 

I gathered my things, and pulled the ring box from the console again, looking at it once more. I took a deep breath and pulled the keys from the ignition. 

In the darkness of the house, music played in the living room, we always left it on at night, and I made my way into the kitchen, putting my things down, still clutching the box. I pulled my hair down and fluffed it out, kicking my shoes off, and pushing them against the bottom of the bar before grabbing some water from the fridge and padding softly towards the bedroom. 

I propped against the doorframe, looking at Rhianna. She slept nude, as always, and her back was to me, half covered. I felt an ache in my chest for her, and wanted to roll her over, wake her up and take her as my own again. But, she already was, I knew that, and the ring in my hand was going to seal that as much as her kiss would.

I wanted to give it too her so much, maybe I should just sit it on the bed stand so that when she woke, it would be right there, or maybe should slip it on her finger, and just let her find it that way. 

I walked over to her side of the bed, and watched her a few more minutes before slipping the ring on her finger, and kissing her lightly. 




Rhianna



"Dr. Spiegel. I'm Dr. Price." 

Jim Spiegel looked up from the stack of medical charts into the eyes of a very pretty, well dressed lady. She was extending her hand to him. Instinctively, he shook her hand and said, "Dr. Price. I have a patient with the same last name. Any chance you're related?"

"Tom Price," she said. "He's my father. How's he doing?"

"Frankly, he's lucky to be alive, but I think he'll be fine. He has a nasty contusion on the crown of his head, the radius and ulna in each arm is broken, and he broke the tibia in his left leg. Dr. Krieger, our on-call orthopod worked on him right after the accident and reported that the surgery went well. Come on and I'll show you."

As they walked toward the large flat-screen computer monitor in the back of the ICU, Rhianna Price, MD asked, "Any LOC?"

"Oh, yes," Dr. Spiegel replied. "The EMT said he was out cold. From what we can tell from their report, the truck crossed the centerline and hit your father head on. His airbag deployed and broke both his arms. Apparently, he wasn't wearing his seatbelt, so he went over the top of the airbag and struck his head on the windshield frame. The engine collapsed the fire wall and smashed his leg. As I was saying, he's lucky to be alive."

Rhianna shook her head and said, "Maybe now he'll start wearing his seatbelt. I've been on him for years. Did you do a head CT?"

By way of reply, Dr. Spiegel pulled up the CT scan image on the monitor. "No signs of intracranial bleeding, but we'll keep him in the ICU for at least 24-hours." He then pulled up the pre- and post-operative x-rays of his arms and leg for her to observe.

"Damn."

"Yep." He looked at her closely. She looked as tired as he felt. She had dark blue eyes that made him wonder if they were actually that color, or if she was wearing tinted contact lenses. Her straight dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, but would have fallen to the middle of her back had she worn it loose. She had thin lips that turned up at the corners so that she appeared to be smiling and a small, cute cleft in her chin. She was immaculately dressed in a black dress that fell to just above her knees. The dress had a deep V-neck and she was wearing a beige blouse with frills around the collar. She appeared to have large breasts, although it was difficult for him to tell. Over the dress she wore a fitted red coat that ended at the same length as her dress and that enhanced the length of her body. He thought she was probably about 5' 4" and shapely. "Did you fly in today?"

"Uh huh," she said nodding her head. "I was in New York at a conference when I got the call. I jumped on the first flight I could catch. As you might imagine, I didn't sleep on the plane."

"Well, I'm on duty until 7 tomorrow morning, so why don't you head...home? Try to get some sleep."

She smiled brightly at him. She had a dazzling smile, with high cheekbones and small creases around her mouth that gave away her age. He correctly guessed she was in her early 30s. "I live in Atlanta," she said, "but I can go stay at my Dad's house. I'll leave my cell phone number with the charge nurse. Please do call me if there is a change."

He returned her smile and said, "Will do." He placed his hand on her shoulder and said, "He'll be fine."

"Do you mind if I look in on him quickly before I go?"

"Not at all. He's on a lot of pain meds so he's out and will be until the morning."

When she looked in on him both of his arms were in casts that ran from just above his elbows to enclose his hands completely. There were pillows on either side of him and the casts were resting on those pillows. His left leg was in a cast that extended to just above his knee and his leg was elevated. He was sleeping soundly and the EKG looked normal. She smiled and touched his cheek with the back of her hands. "Hi, Dad," she whispered. She kissed him lightly and headed out of the ICU.

~~~

Rhianna Price was the only child of Tom and Sue Ellen Price. Sue Ellen had died when Rhianna was in grade school, so Tom had raised her on his own. This had generated an incredibly close bond between the two of them that continued to this day. He was her best friend. When Rhianna had graduated from high school, she entered a B.S.N nursing program, and had worked as an ICU nurse for two years before she decided to go to medical school. Now as a physician, she worked as a hospitalist in the intensive care unit at one of the large hospitals in the Atlanta area. Seeing her own Dad in the ICU had been a bit of a shock, which surprised her. She had seen almost everything in her short career.

She let herself into her Dad's house and headed straight up the stairs to the spare bedroom that had been her room when she was a child. She threw her coat onto the bed and then plopped down next to it, exhausted. She began to cry, which was caused more by the release of exhaustion and stress than fear. Her Dad had been lucky. After a good cry, she dug out her cell phone and called the hospital HR department to let them know that she was going to have to take a leave of absence to help care for her father for at least 6 weeks or until the casts came off his arms. Until then, he'd be helpless.

She started to create a mental checklist of things she'd have to do. She would need to get a hospital bed delivered to his house, as well as several other pieces of equipment. She was glad for her nursing background, which would help with the care he was going to need. She decided to take a shower first, and then write down her thoughts.

~~~

Her phone startled her awake when it rang. "Hello," she said, trying to hide that she had been sleeping.

"Dr. Price, this is Dr. Spiegel. I'm sorry to wake you."

Now, she was wide awake. "How's my dad?" she asked with a bit of panic in her voice.

"He's fine. In fact, he did so well last night I'm transferring him to the floor today."

She sighed and began to breathe again. "That's great news. Thanks."

"No worries," he said, "and sorry to have scared you like that.

~~~

"Hey, Dad," she said as she walked into his room.

"Hi, Pumpkin," he replied quietly with a feeble smile on his face. "I feel like I got run over by a truck. They tell me I'm lucky to be alive."

She shook her head as she crossed the room to his bed. She carefully leaned across his broken right arm and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "We'll talk about seatbelt use later, mister."

"Yeah, I kind of get it now. I don't think they'll be a lot to talk about. I'm definitely a convert."

She smiled and walked to the foot of the bed. She pulled the chart and quickly read through the notes. After replacing the chart, she walked to the IV pump and carefully read the stickers on the fluid bags. She then pulled the otoscope from its holder on the wall behind his bed and shined it into his eyes. "Look left...look right...up...down. Good. Now hold your head still and follow my finger with your eyes. Good. Now, can you wiggle your fingers on your left hand? Good. Now your right. Good. How about your toes? No, smarty pants, on your broken leg. Good. Have you had any blurriness of vision, headaches, loss of consciousness?"

"You know," he said, "I've been through all of this once this morning with Dr. what's his name?"

"I'm sure you have. Answer the question."

"No, no, and how would I know if I had lost consciousness?"

"You'd know. So, I'll take that as a no."

"Yes, Dr. Price. Thank you, Dr. Price. How much do I owe you, Dr. Price?"

She smiled.

"How long do you think they'll keep me here?"

"Well, if you continue to do well and there are no complications from the head injury or from the orthopedic surgery, probably around a week." She sat in the chair next to his bed. "I've already arranged for home health to send over a bed, a toilet, and some other equipment we'll need for a bit. I called the hospital and have taken a leave of absence. Once you're back on your feet, so to speak, we'll get a home health nurse, but until then, I'll be Dr. Nurse Price to you."

He started to protest but she held up her hand and gave him the "not a word out of you" look. He shut his mouth, closed his eyes, and nodded off to sleep.

~~~

"How's that? Comfy?" she asked as she pulled the light sheet and cover up over his chest. Tom had been released from the hospital that day and the ambulance had just delivered him to his house. Rhianna had set up the leased hospital bed in her Dad's living room on the first floor of his house. Her plans were to sleep on the couch in the same room for a few days and then decide from there when she would move to her old room upstairs.

"Good. I'm going to rest my eyes now," he said, falling asleep almost immediately.

She watched him carefully and did a quick check of his vitals. At 52-years-old, he was healing well, but would still need a lot of rest to recuperate.

She took a deep breath and thought, "Time to switch from daughter mode to nurse mode." She quietly climbed the stairs and went into her bedroom. She pulled her T-shirt off over her head and then dropped her jeans to the floor. Although she was 32-years-old, she had the body of a curvy 22-year-old. She ate right and exercised at the gym at least 5 days per week. She eyed herself in the mirror as she slipped her bra off. Her large breasts assumed their natural shape and she was pleased to see that there was not a hint of sag in them. She had large dark nipples that matched her large breasts nicely. She pulled a sports bra out of her chest-of-drawers and pulled it on. She then pulled the new pair of scrubs she had purchased from the outlet store near the hospital out of laundry basket and pulled them own. She wasn't really satisfied with the fit, as the store had been out of her size and the shirt was really too big on her. She pulled her dark hair into a ponytail. "Ready. You can do this." She exhaled and went back downstairs to find her Dad sleeping soundly.

She pulled out her computer and began to catch up on some of her work e-mails. After several hours of quiet, she heard her Dad croak, "Rhianna. Could I get some water please?"

"Sure, Dad." She had placed a pitcher of water next to his bed along with the cup she had brought home from the hospital. Of course, since both of his hands were in casts, he was helpless. "Here you go," she said as she placed the bent straw to his lips.

He took a very long draw. "Thanks." He looked at her and then frowned.

"What is it?" she asked. "Are you in pain?"

"Well, kind of." He shut his eyes, sighed, and then opened them to look at her again. "We might as well get this over with. I've got to pee."

"Ah, yes. I know it's embarrassing, Dad, but just remember I was a nurse before I was a doctor, and I've seen everything!"

"Yeah, well, you haven't seen mine."

She smiled at him and then went to retrieve the urinal and some antiseptic wipes. She pulled the covers down to his knees and unbuttoned the fly to his pajamas. "Just relax, Dad. This won't take long." She reached into his pajamas and felt for his penis. She was surprised when her hands wrapped around his quite large penis. As she pulled his flaccid penis out of his pajamas she saw that it appeared to be quite long and was definitely thick. "Holy shit," she thought, "Dad's hung like a horse!" She kept her face as passive as she could. Typically she would place the head of her patient's penis into the urinal and then avert her eyes while the patient urinated, but her Dad's penis was...beautiful. That was the only word for it: beautiful. "Ok, Dad, go ahead and urinate," she said.

"I'm trying, Pumpkin, but this is harder than I thought it would be."

"It's okay, Dad. Close your eyes and do multiplication problems."

"What?"

She smiled at him. "Just do it. I swear it works. Do a hard one. Do 235 times 13."

He closed his eyes and frowned. After about five seconds, she heard a stream of urine pour into the plastic urinal. He really had to pee and it took him about 45 seconds to finish. "Done?"

"Yes. I think so."

She used her fingers to jiggle his penis just a tad to shake that last little dribble out. She snapped the cover on the urinal into place and then set it aside. She picked up the wipes and then cleaned the corona of his penis. The sensation for him was strange; a beautiful woman, which happened to be his one and only daughter, was playing with his cock. It had been a long time since someone else had touched him there, and he thought, "I hope she doesn't make me hard doing that." About that time he became aware that blood was starting to swell into his dick. "Oh shit!" he thought to himself. When she had cleaned his penis, she started cleaning his scrotum and especially the space between the scrotum and his legs. She placed his penis and scrotum back into his pajamas and snapped them shut. She replaced the covers and said, "Now, that wasn't too bad, was it?"

"No. I guess not. Goodnight." He fell back asleep almost immediately.

She noted the amount of urine, carefully logged his water intake and urine output in her log, and then went to the bathroom to empty and clean the urinal. After she set it aside to dry, she pulled the string on her scrub bottoms, pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet seat. As she began to pee she thought, "Damn, Dad has a horse cock. Who woulda thunk it?" She wiped, got dressed and headed back to work on her computer while her dad slept. 

He woke once more in the early evening and she fed him some broth and had him drink some fruit juice. She gave him his meds, which still included narcotic analgesics. He would sleep through the night.

She realized she was exhausted herself. She pulled her scrub bottoms off and climbed into her makeshift bed on the couch wearing her scrub top, sports bra, and panties. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but she needed to be close to her father in case he needed her during the night. She closed her eyes, but was suddenly aware that all she could see was her dad's huge cock, and it was starting to swell in her hands as she cleaned it with the wipes. "Get it together, woman," she thought. "That's your dad you're thinking about." But, try as she might to think of something else, she just couldn't get that amazing phallus out of her mind. "What the fuck, Rhianna?" she whispered in the dark.

She craned her head around to look at her Dad. He was sound asleep. "What are you doing," she thought as she moved her hands down along her taut belly until her fingers found the lace at the top of her panties. She slid her right hand down and under the lace band and separated her fingers into a V, allowing her thumb and pointer finger to go to one side of her labia and her other fingers to the other side. She pinched the flesh between her fingers and pulled her hand back up. She did that a couple of times, and then used her middle finger to find her clitoris. She moaned quietly and began to work her clit faster. She slid her middle finger deep inside her vagina, and finger fucked herself for a few seconds before returning to her clit.

Since she hadn't had a boyfriend in over a year, she had grown accustomed to masturbating herself to sleep most nights. The orgasms were rarely as rewarding as the real thing, but it was a whole lot better than nothing. She could feel her climax building. She used her left hand to knead her large breasts through the fabric of her clothes and suddenly wished that she had been naked so she could work her nipples. Her fantasy was centered on her Dad's huge cock. "Oh, but how I'd love to feel that big cock in my pussy right now." She worked her clit, but found the panties were causing her hand to cramp. She quickly stripped them down to her knees, and went back to work on her pussy. "Almost there," she thought, as she plunged two and then three fingers into her hole. "Fuck me with that huge dick," she whispered. The thought of her Dad's huge cock filling her to the brim pushed her over the edge and she had a powerful orgasm.

"Wow," she thought as she lay there recovering, "you need to find a boyfriend, and fast." Sleep found her within seconds.

~~~

The first few days home, Tom had slept most of the time, but by the end of the first week he was starting to feel a bit stronger and spent several hours a day watching television.

"Okay, Dad," Rhianna said after Tom had had his morning smoothie, "you're starting to smell like a goat. Today we are going to change your sheets, your pajamas, and I'm going to give you a bath." 

"Really? I don't smell that bad."

"Says the man with the goat-like funk surrounding his bed. " She stripped the covers off of him and threw them onto the floor. She had warmed up two large bowls of water to exactly 45 degrees Celsius. "I bought a bar of Ivory soap at the store this week. It rinses off easily. I also got some baby shampoo for us and a hair washing basin." She placed a stack of towels and wash cloths next to the bed. "Okay, let's get you out of those pajamas first.

She had her Dad sit up and she unbuttoned and removed the top, throwing it onto the pile with the top sheet and blanket. Next she unsnapped his bottoms and carefully pulled them down and off of him. She couldn't help but stare at his cock. She glanced up at his eyes and saw that she had been busted. Embarrassed, she quickly helped him roll onto his side. "I'm going to place some towels under you to keep the bed from getting wet." She had him roll back onto his back and she covered him with another towel. "This will keep you warm." She grabbed the hair washing basin and placed it under his head with his neck in the groove intended for that purpose. 

He had to admit that having someone wash his hair was a luxury that felt great. He watched his beautiful daughter working on his scalp with her fingers. "That really feels nice, Pumpkin."

"Doesn't it? I love it when the stylist washes my hair." She rinsed his hair and then said, "I'm going to do it twice." When she had rinsed his hair again she dried it and left another dry towel under his head between him and his pillow. "Okay," she said, "now we're going to wash you in stages. " She would first wet an area with clean warm water, use a soapy wash cloth to clean the area, and then rinse the area with another clean wash cloth several times. After that she would dry the area and apply moisturizing lotion before proceeding to the next area. All the time she was washing him he thought, "How is she going to wash my dick, balls and ass?"

As she was washing his legs, he looked down and noticed that he could see down her top. Her large breasts were concealed by a white bra, but the cleavage was pretty ample and he felt his dick begin to swell. "Oh, no. Shit," he thought, "this cannot happen." He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything else, but as she washed his legs, his cock and balls jiggled against the towel. He concentrated on cleaning the guts out of fish, the Gulf war, and everything else he could think of that was not sexy.

Rhianna saw the swell begin under the towel. It was not terribly uncommon for men to get sexually excited when being washed by a nurse, but this was her father. "Poor guy," she thought. "He'll be so embarrassed right now."

She saw that he was frowning and had his eyes screwed shut. "Dad, relax. You're frowning. You should be enjoying this."

"Oh, I am." He lied. Well, not exactly, lied. He WAS enjoying it, but maybe just a bit too much.

She decided to take it head on. "Listen," she said, "it is very common for men to get erections when being bathed. I've seen it all."

"That may be true, missy, but I'm your Dad!"

"I know, but you're still a vital man with needs. I have to do this, so you might as well just enjoy it."

"Oh, what the fuck. I can't actually die from embarrassment, can I?"

She chuckled. "No." She finished with his legs and noticed that the swell in the towel was now a tent. "Nice," she thought. "Okay, Dad, I need you to roll onto your side while I wash your back, buttocks, and genitals. By the way, this is the really embarrassing part, but it also feels really good."




Rhianna



He looked at her and sighed. She winked at him and said, "If you're a really good boy, I'll give you a treat." She gave him a naughty smile.

He wasn't quite sure what to make of that. What kind of special treat? Was his daughter flirting with him?

She helped him onto his side and washed his back and buttocks thoroughly, dried the area, and applied the lotion. "Okay," she said, "now the fun part." She took a clean wash cloth and used it to wet his anus and perineum. She soaped up the wash cloth and cleaned him thoroughly. She then changed wash cloths and cleaned his balls, taking somewhat longer than was actually necessary. She used her other hand to gently move them from side to side to make certain she cleaned the entire area well. She noted the heft of his large scrotum. She cupped his balls and lifted. This wasn't really medically necessary, but she knew he would enjoy having her play with his balls.

"You certainly are washing my scrotum well," he said.

"I don't want you to get a fungal infection. It is common in men if their genitals are not cleaned well daily. I've been using the wipes on you each time you urinate, but a real bath is a whole lot better."

She realized that he must be relaxing a bit when he said, "Well it certainly feels a whole lot better."

"Yes it does," she thought to herself and she continued to play with his scrotum. She allowed herself to run her free hand up the crack of his ass and gently let her fingers run over his newly cleaned asshole while she was getting a dry towel. She dried his balls, perineum and ass, and then applied lotion. She really worked it into his balls and she heard a soft moan escape from his mouth. As she let her lotion covered hands work up his ass, she "accidently" let a finger slip into his asshole just a tad. He didn't complain.

"Roll back onto your back," she said. When he had complied, she pushed the towel up to cover his chest and then placed another towel over his exposed legs. He had an enormous hard on. She guessed that his dick was probably 9- or even 10-inches long and had a diameter of 2.5-inches, at least. "He REALLY is hung like a horse," she thought.

"I'm sorry you have to see me this way, Pumpkin," he said, looking at her with a painful expression on his face.

"Not at all, Dad. Like I said, it is perfectly natural for this to happen." She smiled at him. "But, did anyone ever tell you that you've got a really nice penis."

"Ugh...Rhianna!"

"No, really, it is positively beautiful."

She began to clean it, which only took about 30 seconds. After she had dried it she said, "And, since you were such a good boy, now you get your treat." This part wasn't at all medically necessary, but he certainly didn't know it and she was looking forward to it. She applied a liberal amount of lotion to her hands and then she applied lotion to the shaft of his raging hard on, stroking up and down slowly. She paid particular attention to the underside of the corona, which she knew was the most sensitive part. He took in a sharp breath and said, "Uh...wow...this is a treat."

Although she knew she shouldn't she made the decision to bring him to an orgasm. He had been in so much pain and complained not at all. He was a great patient. "Just relax and go with it, Dad. The release will do you good."

His mind was racing, "Wait. What? 'Release.' Is she going to jack me off?" As she began to pick up the pace he realized that is exactly what his daughter was going to do for him. It felt so good, and it had been so long, but this wasn't right. A daughter should not make her own Dad come.

"Rhianna, baby, I..."

"Shhh," she quieted him with the sound. "Just enjoy it, Dad."

He closed his eyes and followed the doctor's orders. She was really good at this. "I guess she knows the anatomy," he thought. Then it dawned on him, "When I come it is bound to be a lot. I'm going to be mortified."

"Baby..."

"Quiet I said. Not another word out of you." She climbed onto the bed and kneeled in between his legs. From this angle she was able to work his shaft with both hands now. She ran her hands to the top and then twisted as she brought them down.

He began to breathe heavily and his abdomen contracted sporadically.

"Dad, I know this feels really good, but I can make it feel a lot better if you're willing to try something kind of strange." She slowed her pace to keep him from coming.

"What do you mean, 'strange'?"

"Has anyone every stimulated your prostate?"

"I don't think so."

"Oh, you'd know it if anyone had every done that too you. Men typically scream during orgasm when having their prostate stimulated."

"Um...how...what..."

"Just relax and let it happen." She removed her hands from his shaft and said, "Draw up the knee on your good leg and put it out to the side." She looked up at his face and she saw that he was staring down her top at her breast. She had an idea. "Do you mind if I take this off? It's all wet." Without waiting for a reply, she slipped the scrub top up and off over her head. Her breasts were still trapped under the not-too-sexy sports bra. Although her breasts were large, the bra did a great job of covering her ample boobs. In fact, it was so modest that she felt comfortable exercising in public in just the bra. She didn't have an excuse to take the bra off, but she didn't really think her Dad would mind, so she just grabbed the bottom hem and pulled it off over her head. Her large breasts were proudly on display.

"God, you're beautiful." He was staring at her chest.

She smiled brightly and said, "You're my favorite Daddy." It was their little joke. She had said it since she was a little kid whenever he would praise her.

She applied another large amount of lotion to her hands. She placed her left hand back on his cock and started to slowly stroke it. Her tits swayed as she worked his shaft. She moved her right hand to his balls, and then slowly lowered her hand until her middle finger found his asshole. "Relax your anus, Dad."

She pressed her finger against his anus and it resisted her inserting her finger. She used steady gentle pressure and worked her other hand up and down his shaft. Finally, his anus allowed her to slip her finger in. "Hmm," he said, "that's different."

"Just wait," she said. "I'll go slowly and you're going to LOVE this." She let him get used to her finger and then pushed it in until she found his prostate. It was already firm given the state of his excitement. She began to massage his prostate. She could feel it start to contract and relax. She stopped stroking his cock and saw the pre-come start to form on the gland. 

She looked into her Dad's eyes and saw him staring intently at her swaying breasts. "I wish your hands were free so you could feel my breasts."

He replied quickly, "I'm glad they're not because you wouldn't be doing this to me if they weren't."

She laughed. "True." Then she looked at him seriously. "Dad, you know, all you have to do is ask if you ever want me to do something for you...casts or no casts."

He gave her a wan smile. How should he interpret that? All he knew was that at this moment he was in heaven. A half-naked beauty was working his cock with a finger shoved up his ass. He hadn't felt this good in years.

As she continued to work his prostate, the pulsing began to pick up in both frequency and intensity, and the pre-come was starting to ooze down his cock. The added slipperiness was useful and she began to slowly work his cock up and down with her right hand. He was breathing harder now.

"I know you're close. I can feel your prostate beginning to firm up. Don't hold anything back, Dad. Let go completely."

She knew he was going to have the orgasm of his life and she loved that she could do this for him. She loved the taste of pre-come but knew that it would probably freak him out to the core if she used her tongue to taste it. She felt his prostate go rock hard and she knew he was only seconds from release. She moved her left hand to the corona of his cock and used her thumb on the sensitive nerves under the head. She pressed hard on his prostate with her right hand middle finger.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" He arched his back and an enormous rope of semen shot from the tip of his cock. She could feel his prostate convulse and then another load of semen leapt out of his cock. He came and came and came.

She slowly removed her finger from his anus and gently stroked his cock avoiding the sensitive head. "Well, that was an impressive load," she said. The towel covering his chest was full of come, as was her hand and fingers of her right hand.

"Yeah," he said, "sorry about that. It's been a while."

"There's no need to apologize," she said. "Dad, there are several studies that report that men who orgasm frequently have less prostate problems. You need to take care of yourself on a regular basis." She winked and then said, "Or, you could let me take care of you when I'm home."

"Normally, I'd be mortified by this discussion. But, I guess in light of recent events I'm not so embarrassed."

She laughed with him and cleaned him up.

~~~

The next day, the physical therapist visited Tom and taught him how to get out of bed, with help, and how to use the medical toilet that Rhianna had rented. Because both of his hands were still in casts, he needed a lot of help, but it felt good to get out of bed for a couple of hours. She taught him how to get into and out of the wheelchair as well. Rhianna was able to wheel him onto his back deck for a few minutes of sun before he decided it was time to catch a nap.

That evening he ate dinner on the couch in front of the television. He felt pitiful having to rely on Rhianna to spoon feed him, but the alternative was for him to eat like a dog with his face in the plate. They both got a good laugh out of the mental image of that.

It had been a big day, and after dinner Tom decided to call it a night. "Dad, would you be comfortable with me sleeping upstairs in my own bed tonight?"

"Sure, Pumpkin," he said closing his eyes. "I'll just yell real loud if I need you." He yawned. "Goodnight."

She kissed him on the forehead and said, "Goodnight."

She decided to treat herself to a long soak in a hot tub. She had not been able to pamper herself since she'd arrived in town. She drew a hot bath and climbed in the tub. "Hmm," she said as she slid down so that only her face and head was above the surface.

Her Dad and she had not discussed her milking him the night before, but clearly they had both enjoyed it, him perhaps more than her, but that was only because she didn't feel comfortable taking his cock into her mouth and tasting his come. She had had a boyfriend who loved to be milked, and as his pre-come would begin to run, she would suck it down like a suckling baby. It would always end with her swallowing a huge load. Her pussy began to tingle as she thought about sucking her Dad's huge cock. She let her fingers wonder to her pussy, and brought herself to another powerful, yet unrewarding orgasm.

She got out of the bath and toweled off. She didn't even bother to cover her nakedness since her Dad was trapped downstairs. She walked across the hallway into her bedroom smiling to herself. Since she'd be sleeping upstairs tonight, she slipped into her favorite sleeping shirt, which was a white camisole top with a built in bra. The top ended above her bellybutton, exposing her flat stomach. She pulled on a purple string bikini panty. She looked at herself in the mirror and noted that she could see the outline of her vulva under the thin fabric. She climbed into bed and opened her Kindle to read.

She was startled awake but didn't know why. The light next to her bed was on and the Kindle was lying next to her on the bed. She had fallen asleep reading, but what had awakened her? She heard her Dad call her from downstairs, "Rhianna. Baby, I need some help."

She slowly climbed out from under the covers and started to pull her robe on when he continued, "I've fallen."

She jerked her head up, threw the robe onto her bed, and charged down the stairs. She found her Dad sitting on the floor in front of the toilet with his pajama bottoms gathered around his ankles.

"Dad, are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm just embarrassed."

"What happened?" She walked over and turned on the lights.

"I was trying to use the toilet when it scooted out from behind me. I landed on my bare naked ass."

"The physical therapist told you and I told you, you cannot get up by yourself yet. What am I going to do with you?" She was standing in front of her semi-naked Dad with her hands on her hips, her panty covered vagina only a couple of feet or so from his face.

He looked up into her eyes and then slowly took in her appearance. She was beautiful. Her large breasts were trapped behind the camisole, but her flat stomach and belly button were on display. Her hips were accentuated by the strings on her bikini panties that crossed above her hips. She was all woman. He could feel his penis starting to swell, but this time he was not trying to keep it from happening.

"Okay," she said, "let's see if we can get you up." She stepped to within a foot or so of him and bent at her knees, squatting in front of him. The fabric of her panties pulled tight giving her a nice camel toe. He wantonly stared at his daughter's pussy covered by the thin fabric. She placed her arms under his arms, smashing her bosom into his face. "One, two, three, now," she said.

He used his good leg to rise from the floor with Rhianna's help. His pajamas were left where he had been sitting as she helped him to the edge of his bed. He leaned against the bed, his hard cock proudly pointing into the room. 

She had not noticed his erection until now. When she saw it, she reached down and stroked his cock without saying a word. She stared into her Dad's eyes, her dark blue eyes penetrating his soul. No words were exchanged but they both knew that they agreed. She fell to her knees and sucked the head of his huge cock into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the corona. He let out a long moan and said, "...so good." She pressed her face forward, driving more of his cock into her mouth. She felt the tip of his cock touch the back of her throat and she knew that she was nowhere near taking the entire length into her mouth. She took a deep breath in through her nose and relaxed the muscles of her throat. She allowed his cock to pass down into her throat. He was huge. She was able to get most of his cock into her mouth and then she looked up into his eyes.

He said, "Your Mom could never take all of me into her mouth like this." He lightly stroked her hair, moving it to behind her ears so he could see her face.

She started to work his cock out of her mouth and then all the way back into her throat, all the time keeping her eyes fixed to his.

"You are so beautiful," he said, a look of pure pleasure on his face.

She pulled his cock out her mouth and smiled for him. "You're my favorite Daddy." She ran her tongue around the head of his cock paying particular attention to the sensitive underside. "Daddy, you can come in my mouth if you want to."

She started to suck his cock in earnest bringing her Dad closer and closer to a powerful orgasm in her mouth. She missed the taste of come and the naughtiness of knowing that it was her Dad's come made her pussy ache. As she continued to work on his cock with her mouth, she moved her hand down and let it slip into her panties. Her pussy was soaking wet as she allowed a finger to work her slit, ever so lightly rubbing her engorged clit. She was torn between wanting her Dad to come in her mouth and wanting his horse cock to split her pussy wide open. As she struggled with what to do, he decided for her. He placed his casts on the back of her head and whispered, "I'm so close."

She flattened her tongue and stimulated the underside of his corona, holding about a third of his huge cock in her mouth. He started to fuck her mouth as he neared release. She stopped her motion and just allowed her Dad to work his cock in and out of her mouth. She tasted a small amount of pre-come dribble onto her tongue and knew that he was very close. "Ahhhhhhh! I'm coming..." She felt a huge rope of come shoot from the end of his cock into her mouth and she swallowed knowing that more was right behind that load. He came so much that she couldn't keep it all in her mouth and it dribbled down her chin and into the cleavage between her breasts.

When he was done, she grabbed his penis with her hand and sucked all of his come out of the gland. Her Dad's semen tasted good and she didn't want to waste a drop. She released the head of his dick from her mouth and looked up into his eyes.

"Thanks, Pumpkin. That was really nice."

"You're welcome, Daddy." She took her hand and absent mindedly rubbed his come into her breasts. 

He looked down at her. "You've sucked a dick or two before I think."

She gave him a wan smile. "Daddy, I'm a big girl now and I have needs and desires, too, you know?"

"Oh," he said, "I'm not judging...nor complaining. I know you're not a virgin and I would never have wanted that for you anyway. Your Mom dying so young proved one thing to me: life is for the living and should be lived."

She said, "Amen."

He then got a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay with this...I mean, what we've done? I don't think this is normal behavior for a father and daughter."

"Of course I am, Daddy. All of my life you were there for me and I really love being able to help you out now, even if it is 'not normal behavior for a father and daughter'," she said doing air quotes with her fingers. She smiled. "Anyway, I'm enjoying myself as well, although..." She thought about how she'd love for him to fuck her, but then immediately regretted having started down that road.

"Although, what?" he asked.

"Nothing. Let's get you back into bed."

"No," he said, "seriously, although, what?"

Rhianna inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly. "Dad, I have not had a boyfriend in quite a while, and, well, I have needs, too." She could feel her cheeks starting to blush. She continued, "And, although I am really enjoying helping you...uh, relieve your tension...I have tension, too, if you know what I mean."

"Oh." He was sure what she meant, but he held up both of his casts. "I'd love to help out, but..."

"I know, Dad. Now, let's get you back into bed."

She helped him climb back into his bed and said, "You probably still need to pee, huh? I'll get the urinal." It took several minutes for his cock to soften and for his prostate to relax enough for him to urinate but she didn't care. She loved holding her Dad's huge cock in her hands. As they waited she said, "Dad, I really love your penis."

He wasn't sure how to respond to that so he just smiled and said, "Thanks."

After he had finished urinating and she had cleaned him up, she tucked him into bed and said, "Next time, you call me. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She kissed him lightly on the lips and he watched his daughter's beautiful, round ass covered by the light fabric of her purple panties as she walked away and climbed up the stairs. She could feel his eyes burning into her ass. She smiled.

~~~

The next morning Rhianna got up early. Today was a big day. Her Dad had an appointment at the orthopedic surgeon's office to check on his progress. This would be the first time he had left the house since he had gotten out of the hospital. She pulled off her pajamas and took a quick shower before changing into jeans and a T-shirt.

"Okay, Dad, we've got a doctor's appointment in a couple of hours so we need to get you ready to go," she said as she hit the last step.

He was already awake and said, "Good morning, Pumpkin."





Rhianna



"I'm going to clean you up and get you dressed." Bathing him had become so much easier now that he could stand and lean back on the bed. She helped up and then removed his pajamas. She said, "Let's wash your hair today, too. It's pretty greasy."

She placed the hair washing tub on the bed and helped him lay back down on the bed. She washed his hair, dried it, and then stood him back up to wash his body. When she got to his groin, his penis began to swell as she deftly washed his scrotum. She kissed the head of his semi-hard penis and said, "Not now. I've got plans for you later today." Her Dad had no idea what she meant by that, but he was excited by the possibilities.

The appointment went well. Her Dad was healing well and the orthopedic surgeon was pleased with his progress. He changed the casts on each of his arms so that they no longer completely enclosed his hands, which gave him very limited use of his fingers.

As they were pulling into the driveway following his appointment, the physical therapist pulled in behind them and parked. She was also pleased with his progress, and after putting him through his strength and flexibility exercises, she taught him how to climb the stairs with support from Rhianna. After successfully climbing the stairs twice, he looked at the therapist and said, "I'm done. Now that I'm upstairs I'm going to take a nap in my own bed! Rhianna can show you out."

The ladies smiled at each other; they had been dismissed. Rhianna tucked her Dad into his bed and showed the therapist out. When she returned to his room to check on him, he was already breathing deeply, obviously sound asleep. She smiled and kissed him lightly on his forehead. She knew how lucky he had been and that thought was somehow uplifting.

She walked across the hall to her room and realized that she was exhausted as well. It had been a big day for both of them. She pulled off her top and glanced at herself in the mirror. Her large breasts were enclosed in a sexy lace bra above her flat stomach. She turned to look at her butt and thought she looked awfully good in these jeans. This brand of jeans flattered her wide hips and round, firm ass. She pulled the jeans off while maintaining the view of her ass in the mirror. The matching lace boy short panties were definite proof that sometimes more was better. She had always thought that panties that partially covered her butt were much sexier than thongs.

As she climbed under the covers to take a nap, her mind went to that place she knew it would: her Dad's horse cock. She felt a tingle in her pussy. "Damn," she thought to herself, "I really want to feel that cock in my pussy." Her mind was racing. Her Dad had been fine with her milking him and even with her blowing him, but fucking might be "a bridge too far." He had seemed to be fine with the prospect of using his hands on to get her off, had he been able to, but he didn't seem to understand that she really wanted him to fuck her. It had been so long for her and she was pretty sure that her Dad had not fucked a woman in years. "Can I do this?" she thought. She decided the answer was, "yes," but then she had a different dilemma: "How do I do this?" 

She realized that she was staring up at the ceiling, racking her brain on how to make this happen. She also realized that she was not going to be able to sleep until she resolved the issue. After what seemed like a half an hour, she heard her Dad call.

"Pumpkin, are you upstairs."

"Yeah, Dad. Are you okay?"

"Would you mind coming here for a minute? I've got a question for you."

She briefly considered if she should throw a robe over her bra and panties, but then reconsidered when she realized how silly that would be. She walked across the hall and as she entered his room she saw her Dad's eyes widen. "Wow! You look sexy!"

"Thanks, Daddy." She flashed him a dazzling smile. "What's up?"

"Well," he said holding up his hands yet again, "you know how we were talking about your needs yesterday?"

"Yes." She wasn't sure where this was going, but she was excited about her Dad starting down the path.

"I was thinking... I mean... I want to help... Uh... Hell! I'm not sure how to say this." His face was bright red, but she could clearly see his swollen cock inside of his pants.

"Just say it, Dad. It's okay."

He looked her in the eye for several seconds and then took a deep breath. "Okay. I have a tongue."

This was not what she was expecting, and it showed on her face. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open a bit. "Wow, Dad, that's a great offer. Are you sure?"

"It's been a while, but I remember that your Mom loved it when I'd do it to her."

The thought of her Dad licking her Mom's pussy was abstract to her since her mother had been dead for so long. She thought about it for about two seconds and decided that she liked the idea... a lot. She walked over to her father's bed and sat on the edge. She ran her hand across her Dad's crotch, feeling his enormous hard on under the fabric. "Clearly," she said, "you like this idea as much as I do."

He flushed and gave her a wan smile.

"Let's get you out of these." She removed his pants, boxer shorts, and shirt leaving him naked on the bed. She lightly stroked his cock. "How do you want to do this?"

He said, "Why don't you come and sit on my face?"

She stood up and removed her bra. Her large firm breasts stood out from her chest, their nipples hard and rubbery. Her father stared at them, wishing that his hands were unencumbered. She could see the look on his face and knew what he wanted. She leaned in so that her breasts were inches from his face. He sucked one of the nipples into his mouth, and Rhianna moaned. After he worked on the one nipple, she moved so that the other nipple touched his mouth. He greedily sucked that nipple. While he was working on her nipple, Rhianna hooked her thumbs into the fabric of her panties and pulled them off. Her pussy was already dripping wet with her father sucking on her tits.

She pulled her nipple from his mouth and took a step away from the bed. It was the first time that her father had seen her completely naked, and she knew he would enjoy just taking it all in. His eyes looked into hers, and then wondered down her chest to her vagina. She had a small patch of dark hair above her vulva, but was otherwise bald. "Your little girl is all grown up, Daddy."

He looked back up to her face and said, "She certainly is." He looked over her body once again. "Turn around and let Daddy see all of you."

She slowly turned her back to him so that he could see her full round ass and hips. She spread her legs to about shoulder width and pushed her butt out pulling in her lower back and pressing her chest out. This had the effect she hoped for. She heard her father say, "You are so beautiful."

She quickly spun around and climbed onto the bed. She sat on his abdomen facing him and lowered her breasts back to his mouth. While he was sucking and nipping on her teats, she reached around behind her ass and stroked his cock. He was so huge. After several minutes of him working on her tits, she spun around so that she was now facing his feet. She lifted her ass into the air, giving him a perfect view of her pussy. She pushed back until her sex was just above his mouth. He could smell the musk from her wetness and see the dew on her lips. She lowered herself onto his mouth and he licked her from her clit up to her asshole in one long swipe. She moaned loudly and he knew he had not forgotten how to please a woman with his mouth. He nipped at her lips avoiding her swollen clit, and then kissed her on the inside of her thighs, teasing her. Every so slightly, he would touch her clit with the tip of his tongue, almost as if by accident, which caused her to press her pussy into his face trying to force him to work her clit with his tongue. He kept up this teasing until finally he heard her plead, "Dad! Please."

He had achieved his goal of getting his daughter hot and ready to come. He pressed his tongue flat and drove it through her slit finding her clit. She ground her crotch into his mouth and he sucked her clit into his mouth. She had a large, sensitive clitoris. She moaned and then screamed, "Fuck, yes!" She was pulling on her left nipple and grabbed his cock with her right hand. He felt her mouth engulf the head of his penis. He allowed her clit to slip from this mouth, and then curled his tongue and plunged it into her vagina. He began to fuck his daughter with his tongue. He felt her body begin to shiver and convulse. She squeezed her thighs together preventing him from breathing. After about 15 seconds, she relaxed her thighs and just collapsed onto his body while she gulped air into her lungs.

"Fuck, Dad," she said through gasps, "you're good at that." Her body was covered with a light sheen of perspiration. Her pussy was still within reach of his mouth. He noticed that his face and chest were covered with her juices. It had been a long time since he smelled like pussy. He flicked his tongue out and found her anus. She reacted by contracting her butt muscles while an "Ooo" escaped her mouth. She turned to look at him and said, "You're bad."

He used his arms to trap her hips as well as he could and pulled her back to him. He pressed the tip of his tongue into her ass and worked her anus. She liked that he had taken charge and was going to do to her what he wanted. She worked her hips to give him better access and as he gave her a rim job, she began to suck his cock in earnest. She wet a finger with her mouth and slipped it into his asshole. "Tit for tat," she said, but she already knew that he didn't mind her finger in his ass.

After a couple of minutes of ass play, she decided that she just had to feel her Dad's huge cock inside of her. She pulled herself up to her knees and spun around so that she was now sitting on his abdomen again facing him. She looked down on her father. He looked back up at her and mouthed, "Do it."

She reached behind her and grabbed his cock with her right hand. She drove her abdomen and chest into his, smashing her amble boobs and bringing her hips up. She felt the tip of his immense cock touch her lips. She was soaking wet, so as she relaxed her hip muscles, he easily slipped into her. She drove her hips down, down, down until she felt the tip of his cock touch her cervix. Her eyes were wide with the delightful pain of being stretched to her limit and beyond. She didn't move as her pussy coped with being filled completely. Mindlessly she thought, "How in the hell does a baby come out of there?" She just couldn't imagine being any more full. She raised her head to look into her Dad's eyes. The pleasure on his face matched the pleasure on hers. "You're my favorite Daddy."

She started to work her hips up and down. The feeling was incredible as she fucked her father. From this position she could control the depth of his cock inside of her. Because of his girth, she was getting plenty of clitoral stimulation as well. She knew she would come very quickly. "Baby," he said, "it's been so long I don't think I'll be able to hold out too long. You're so tight!"

She smiled to herself and thought, "On this cock, everyone is tight!" She said, "Me, too, Dad. Let's come together."

She picked up the pace and fucked him with her tight pussy. He could feel her cervix each time she bottomed out. She was grunting with each stroke. "I'm close," she said. "Real close."

With a few more frenzied thrusts, she fell to his chest and convulsed as her orgasm overtook her. He couldn't hold back any longer and grunted as he let his seed spill into his daughter's womb. They both thrust as best they could through their orgasms. When they were done, she lay on his chest while they recovered.

After about five minutes, she allowed his semi-erect cock to slip out of her. She noticed that since he was so big, none of his semen had yet seeped out of her, so it flooded onto his belly out of her gaping vagina as she rolled off of him. She placed her fingers into the mess on his belly. "Would you look at the mess you've made," she said smiling at him.

He kissed the top of her head. "Thank you, Pumpkin, that was nice."

"Fuckin' A it was nice!" she replied. "I haven't come that hard in a long time." She looked up at him again. "I'm going to be a bit sad when you get those casts off and you don't need me anymore."

He smiled at her and said, "Now you have another reasons to visit other than holidays."



Rhianna



I went to the shower letting the heat of the water wash the grunge of the trip away. Maybe it was a good thing that I was running late, because I sure as fuck didn't feel like dealing with the public after that long trip. 

I should have taken Rhianna with me, that was my first mistake, second, I should left earlier. Why didn't I take Rhi with me? Because my whole intention was to surprise her with the ring at a fancy dinner, and make love to her after she accepted. Best laid plans of mice and women... 

I was drying off when I heard a soft voice behind me.

"Sierra?"

"Yes Rhi, baby, I'm home."

The door eased open a little more, and she slipped in behind me. I turned to face her, seeing a very tired young woman. "I see you wore yourself out today. I'm glad you found pleasure in your day." I smiled.

"I missed you, I spent most of it crying."

She was sitting on the toilet now, smiling up at me. 

"Crying. Why?" I hung up my towel and propped against the sink.

"I missed you." 

"Baby girl, I told you I was on the way home."

"I know, but, I don't like being alone anymore." 

She was reaching for the tissue and absentmindedly rolled the ring around her finger. 

I smiled, knowing she was too groggy to notice it. She flushed, washed her hands, and leaned against me.

"You're not alone baby, I'm always with you, right here." I kissed her lightly, and stroked her chest, caressing a naked breast. 

"I'm just so used to you being with me, I don't like it when your not."

"I know baby, I should have taken you with me. I'm sorry that I didn't." My arms went around her and I held her tightly. "Come on, let's go to bed, I just want to hold you tonight."

"Yes, I want to feel you next to me. The bed is lonely with out you."

We walked back into the bedroom, she slid in first, and I snuggled next to her, kissing her softly, covering us both up. "Rhi, I love you."

"I love you too." she was soon asleep and I watched her briefly, caressing her hard nipples, running my hands over her body, taking her in before sleeping myself.

***

The warmth of her lips caressed my back as she woke me, her arm tightening around my chest under my breast. I moaned softly as I rolled too her, seeing her sparking eyes.

"Good morning baby." I reached around and drew her closer to me, her nipples caressing mine. "What are you doing up so early?"

"Making sure you were home with me. I thought I was dreaming." she whispered.

"No dream, I'm here with you." I ran my hand down her arm and took her hand, touching the ring as I rubbed her fingers. I smiled, trying to think of something to say, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes." she moved, half lying over my body and brought her hand up to look at the ring in the dim light of the sunrise. "Thank you for this. It's beautiful."

"You're welcome Rhi." I pushed her hair from her face and brought her to kiss me. Her lips were so soft, she felt so fragile to me at times. I wrapped around her and pulled her over me, "I wanted to show you how much I love you."

"You always do, I don't need anything else to show me that."

"Rhianna, I wanted to give you something that showed you I was committed to you, for the rest of my life baby." I took her hand and kissed it, then reached up to bring her lips back to mine.

Our kiss grew deeper and our embrace tighter. I pushed her over on her back and left her lips, softly kissing down her neck to her chest, slowing working my way to a hard nipple that wanted attention. 

She bucked up at me, a deep moan coming from her throat as I took it slowly, nipping, and flicking it with my tongue. My hand caressed her other tight knob that stood taught on her supple mound. She ran her hands through my hair and down my back, pulling me away.

"Stop, you know how that drives me nuts." she panted.

"Yes." I hissed, moving down her belly, kissing my way to her love-mound. My tongue flicked its way over her pudgy belly until I found my paradise between her thighs. "Umm" I hummed as I brushed my lips against her naked fresh shaved pussy. 

"Oh Momma!" slipped from her lips as I took my first lick, her body instantly reacting to the warmth of my mouth. 

I parted her legs a bit more with my hands and worked my way up and down her slit, slowly tasting every soft inch of her tenderness. 

Her scent was alluring, and I couldn't help but caress her with my fingers and tongue, trailing wet circles and lines between her lips, and in and out of her love hole. 

My prize, her little nub that wanted attention. I pursed against it, sending an instant shock wave through her body. I moved to part her vulvae with my fingers, dipping three inside her and nursed her clitoris with desire. 

She shook beneath me, and I knew that it wouldn't take much longer for her to pour a fiery feminine liquid all over me. 

"Make me come, momma, please, the pressure is building inside my belly, please, I want to come!" she franticly whispered, pushing hard against me, pulling my hair as she pressed my face into her.

I hummed, shooting another vibration through her body, preparing to receive my prize of her love. I bit at her little erection once more, and probed her deeply with my fingers. Another lick between her labia minora, and she shot my mouth full of fluid.

"OH God! YES! Fuck YES!" she growled, forcing up into me.

I licked her, drinking in all of her I could capture, and then cleaned her up to my liking. I kissed a soft trail back up her body, grinding my pussy into hers as I lay over her, feeling her swollen love hot against mine. 

Her arms wrapped around me, mouth finding mine and kissing me, licking herself from my face. Our tongues danced, our bodies ground into each other's, our hands groped and wandered. Our kiss slowed to pecks, and ended softly. I slid beside her, keeping her in my arms and snuggled her to me.

***

My next romance was due in six months to the publisher and I just couldn't get the story to flow the way I wanted too. I was sitting in front of my lap top, staring at a white screen when she walked in and put her arms around my neck, kissing me softly.

"Sierra, is everything all right?"

I looked up at her, her beauty melting me as always. "No baby girl, I just can't seem to focus. I can't find the words."

"What are you writing about?"

"Nothing yet, I just don't like the characters." 

She walked around and sat on my lap, holding her arms around me, "Why not? They don't love each other the way we do? Or is it hard to write about something you don't experience any longer?" I just stared at her. "Momma," her lips softly took mine, "why don't you write about us?"

"Us?"

"Yes. Us. Our love, our life, how we came to be. Can you imagine all of the other women who are like us, needing someone who understands them, and their needs to express themselves as lovers, like we have?"

I thought about it for a moment, and thought about how much she had influenced my world. She was right, but then, she was always right, for me. I tightened my grip around her and held her to me, listening to her heart beat.

"Baby girl, yes, I think that will make a lovely romance. And something that will express another side of love that is forthcoming and shouldn't be hidden any longer. Who is to say it is right or wrong about who should love who." I looked up to her, kissing her softly, "Yes Rhianna, it's a prefect idea." 

The new romance was a success. Of course, I titled it after Rhi, it was her idea, and the book was selling off the shelf. 

A month before the new book tour began, I found myself in a personal dilemma when it came to Rhianna. There was so many things that she brought to my life, and I wanted to bind her to me in more than just my heart and soul. She had been so good to me, and helped me with my book tours, and other business. She always kept me going when I was lost. 

I took her to dinner one night, to a nice quite place we went often. The lights were dim, and the ambiance just right. I did something I never thought I would do, presented her with another ring, and purposed. Of course, she accepted, and slipped the one-carat pink-sapphire and diamond ring on her finger next to the other band. She about knocked me on the ground when she hugged me.

***

Rhianna and I had a handfasting ceremony, in the mountains of the Sierra Madre at Los Padres National Forrest, it was one of our favorite places to visit when I wasn't touring. The occasion binding our love and hearts, was overseen by a close friend of mine who was a Wicca Priestess. 

The fall trees danced with color and the cool breeze wrapped beautifully around our love and us as we said our vows. It was a day that I will never forget, and Rhianna, I will love forever.



Rhiannon: A Story Of Being A Girl



The streets she frequented were the seedy side of Castro, not that there was a not-so-seedy side of Castro, but San Francisco never the less held it’s charm. She was a charmer. Rhiannon was her street name. She had lifted the name from that Stevie Nicks song and promised long ago that he would use it if he ever became a she. Well, he was as close to being a she as it could get without really having a pussy. Such a crude word! Rhiannon could hear the voice of her mother now, hushing the small child, the boy that always snuck into her room to wear her oversized stockings, no matter how ridiculous triple Queen sized panty hose in dark nude color looked on an eight year old boy. 

The flickering neon light on the side of Molly’s Bar on Polk Street had finally burnt out. “Live Nude Gurls”, cleverly spelled wrong to charm the tourists and the pleasure seekers who came through here to catch a glimpse of the Polk Street drag queens and trannies that walked the streets calling out like ballyhoo at a sideshow circus. Rhiannon chose to stay sweet about it. Picking up Johns was an easy sport, if you wanted to call it that. She tossed her carefully curled dark brown hair over her left shoulder and adjusted her new black skirt and stockings. Rhiannon was lucky in being a small enough man to fit regular sized women’s clothing. The hassle of finding oversized high heels or specialty dresses was not one that she had to deal with. Rhiannon was petite, slender and looked like a lady...well, a slightly trashy one. 

She was adjusting the zipper on her knee high Vercace knock off boots (Payless Shoe Source- $22) when she heard whistles and catcalls. Looking up with large blue eyes, Rhiannon beheld in front of her, a long black limousine with smoked windows. The other kids on the street were making whooping noises and lewd gestures. The inhabitant of the limousine had obviously been interested in Rhiannon. She straightened up and automatically took a feline, graceful pose next to the street lamp, feeling like a 19th century whore in an old fashioned movie. 

A window rolled slowly down and in the shadow of the car, all Rhiannon could see was a black gloved hand, and the crisp, clean fold of a $100 bill. The hand extended the bill to her and as she reached to take it, the door opened. She did not hesitate, but got in quickly and took the money from the hand. As she looked at the face of the man who picked her up, the limousine sped away. Rhiannon’s eyes widened. The face was beautiful...androgynous and beautiful. The palest of skin, rose colored lips, full and sensuous, dark blue eyes like sea foam and high cheekbones. The hair was the most platinum blonde Rhiannon had ever seen. The man was tall, and somehow Rhiannon could tell this even as he sat down. The body slender and athletic covered by a gray cashmere sweater and black jacket. Before Rhiannon could say anything, the man lit up a cigar and gracefully puffed in the sweet smelling smoke,

“I’m Rhiannon.” She said lamely, regretting speaking at all. The beautiful man simply reached into a small cabinet of the car and extracted a Cognac glass, pouring fine liquor into the strangely shaped glass. He gave the glass to Rhiannon and she sipped the fiery liquid, saying thank you. 

“What’s your name?” Rhiannon asked.

There was no answer. Only a smile, a beautiful, devastatingly gorgeous smile and a slight tilt of the head, blond locks falling into dark blue pools of eyes. 

“I see. Okay, no names then...well, where are we going?”

No answer still, just a look away and a graceful and gloved hand splayed over Rhiannon’s knee and thigh. She tried to breathe.

Soon, they were in the Presidio and Rhiannon opened her mouth again,

“Do you live here?”

Another smile and this time there was a simple order following,

“Shut up.”

Okay. 

The limousine stopped in the long driveway of a beautiful Victorian. The door opened and the graceful and beautiful creature of a man stepped out first, followed by Rhiannon. She was overwhelmed. This place was a mansion, absolutely stunning. The man silently led her into the house and shut the door behind them. A middle-aged servant started a fire to warm the house. Another servant took Rhiannon’s coat and served her a cup of steaming hot tea. She sipped at the tea and watched her client stroll near the fireplace. The man made the-all knowing gesture of “Come here.” Rhiannon complied easily, trying to walk gracefully in his presence. 

“Show me your cock.” The man said, a lilting European accent making his voice graceful, and cultured. The words shocked Rhiannon, coming from such a beautiful mouth but it was wildly sexy.

Rhiannon slowly lifted the black skirt until the white cloth of the garment that held his penis between his legs, called a Gender Bender, was showing. Blue eyes cast on him, a gloved hand reached to stroke him. The feeling of leather gloves against his cock and balls excited him. He started to get hard and his cock strained against the restricting garment. He reached around to unfasten the garment and his penis sprang free, bouncing just a little with his erection. The gloved hand stroked him, squeezing the tip of his cock and spreading the pearl of milky fluid all the way down to the base. Rhiannon moaned a little, wondering what this eccentric beauty wanted her to do. 

“What can I do to please you?” she asked breathlessly. Her tormentor stood up then and bent Rhiannon over gracefully on the arm of a chair covered in thick velvet. Rhiannon felt tingles of pleasure on her back as this beautiful man brushed cashmere over her skin. Rhiannon turned to look at her lover but the man straightened her face so that she could only look at the wall in front of her and the painting of a naked sea nymph. There was a large mirror on the side, and she hoped she could peak at it and watch herself as they made love, or rather watch this glorious creature with golden hair. She wondered what his naked body looked like. Was there hair on his chest? Was it as light gold as the hair on his head? She wondered the size of his cock and it gave her a shiver of pleasure. 

It was clear though, that her mysterious lover did not want her to look, and she obliged, staring at the painting instead, worried this man could get angry and send her away. Gloved hands caressed her narrow hips and up along her slender chest. She wore no padding for a bra, and was happy being flat chested. She found that many Johns didn’t mind and found it sexy. The leather hands pinched the nipples that were already pebbled on her chest. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling of this exquisite man. She heard a zipper, the familiar soft sounds of clothing being shed, and something that sounded like a latch...a belt probably. 

And then the cold touch of liquid against her asshole...on slick gloved leather fingers. The fingers spread the oil onto the most secret of openings and prepared her there with swift efficiency. Rhiannon tried not to squirm with anticipation, and then she felt the tip of a hard, fleshy cock against her buttocks. Hands held her hips as the cock pushed into her, large and filling. She rocked against it, loving the texture of it, and the iron hardness. She felt the soft thatch of hair at the man’s groin, not as wiry as most of the men she had “entertained.” The skin was soft, the cock rock hard and this man was rocking into her, pushing her up on the balls of her feet and arching her back to take more of his inches. A gloved hand reached beneath to cup Rhiannon’s taut testicles and massage them softly with talented fingers. Rhiannon felt as if she might collapse with the pleasure of it. 

She was going to come soon, probably on this beautiful velvet chair but none of that mattered right now...she just needed to come. Rhiannon turned to the side then, risking taking a glance at the man in the mirror before it all ended. She instantly lost her balance, but leather covered hands held her hips and kept her from falling. Rhiannon struggled to breathe, and thought for sure her eyes were tricking her. There in the mirror, was the body and frame of a beautiful woman...tall and slender with small, but perfectly rounded breasts, long legs and graceful lines to her body...and strapped carefully at her hips was the intricate workings of a fake cock, currently being pumped into Rhiannon’s anus at a deafening speed and fever, behind a golden thatch of quite womanly pubic hair. 

A tiny jewel even pierced the woman’s navel with a bright silvery glimmer. And in seconds, in delirium, Rhiannon came. The hot, sticky fluid spurting over her own hand as Rhiannon feared ruining the furniture. Still impaled on this...woman’s cock...Rhiannon straightened up, in shock and waited for the woman to remove the thing. She did so and unstrapped the device quickly and gracefully, simply dropping it to the floor near the fire and sauntering to a Victorian chaise to stretch out lazily on it, displaying her perfect body, like that of a Goddess.

“You...are a woman...” Rhiannon mused aloud.

“Very observant...come here, pretty one.”

Rhiannon, entranced with this enigma of a creature, obeyed and went to her, hand sticky with fresh cum. To Rhiannon’s surprise, the blonde raised Rhiannon’s hand to her mouth and began to slowly lick the sticky cream from Rhiannon’s fingers. 

“My name is Christine...you can call me Chris, if you like.”



Rhiannon's Dream Night



Rhiannon had been alone all day doing the usual housewifely things, cleaning, washing clothes, and cleaning the litter tray. Her thoughts were beginning to stray. At 20 years of age she felt that there were more exciting things to be doing and she resolved to make a change to her lifestyle.

Her first thoughts were to forget the cleaning – let her roommates finish that – and then take a warm, luxurious bath before getting dressed to go out.

As she wallowed in the warm water her memories of the last experience she had with a close female friend came flooding back. Her breasts started to ache and her nipples instantly became erect. She could feel the flow of blood pulsing through her body as her clit became swollen and erect. Her lips parted and she felt a familiar wetness as she gently kneaded her pussy with her fingers. She allowed herself the luxury of her middle finger penetrating her moist sex and abandoned herself to her first shuddering climax of the day.

Although Rhiannon liked women, she also loved to feel a hard cock penetrating her just as much, and she resolved to try both before the end of the night.

She took her time selecting the right clothes to wear. She was tall at 5’7 and extremely well proportioned. The most beautiful hazel eyes set off her dark hair. She was a stunner by any description, and tonight no one would be able to resist.

She selected a pair of tiny g-string knickers and as she eased them over her hips the string gently parted her pussy lips almost causing her to cum where she stood. The sheerest hold up stockings perfectly highlighted her neatly trimmed bush, tall heels and short skirt completed the lower picture. She encased “the twins” in a sheer, red bra, the soft feel of the fabric instantly making her nipples hard, a low cut t-shirt completed the picture – a woman now bristling with her own self confidence and sexuality.

Her first port of call was to be a local club, not any old club, but one that would certainly get her juices flowing. Romano’s was a strip club, but here there was another room behind the tacky façade and it was in this room that the most exciting events happened. Entry was only to special people who the doorman selected from the throng in the club.

Heads turned as Rhiannon made her way through the small entrance into the club. The atmosphere was tinged with musky aroma of sex and her body jolted as her senses attuned to the rhythm of the music and the sight of mingling bodies.

A seat became free near the stage at the front of the club. Alone, Rhiannon sat down and mentally attuned herself to the club and the possibilities that the night held.

CHAPTER II The lights dimmed and the MC announced the imminent arrival of Lia, blonde, slim, green eyes, and sex on legs, her appearance through the gossamer curtains made Rhiannon draw her breath. The girl was absolutely gorgeous.

Lia started her show. As the dry ice smoke effect drifted into the club Rhiannon became aware that as she was dancing Lia's eyes were fixed firmly on Rhiannon's legs. Lia removed her small bra top and her pert breasts proudly bounced free. All that remained of her scant clothing now was a tiny g-string. She danced her way to within a few inches of Rhiannon's face and Rhiannon could see how turned on the dancer was. Her wetness glistened through the flimsy material and her scent wafted through the already musk filled air. Rhiannon thought she might come where she sat and her legs lazily drifted apart to show Lia that she was really turned on.

Lia crouched in front of Rhiannon and parted her swollen lips with her fingers. Her clit stood proud and erect and she motioned Rhiannon closer. As Rhiannon approached with her gaze locked on Lia's open thighs the dancer pulled away, and left Rhiannon burning with frustration. She so wanted to taste her sweet juices. All was not lost however; Lia indicated that Rhiannon should make her way to the rear room of the club.

Rob, the doorman, smiled as he saw Rhiannon approach, he had been watching her and knew that this one was special. Rob was something of an enigma, 6ft tall and around 240lbs of toned muscle. His head was shaved and Rhiannon wondered from where else his hair may be missing. He was not beautiful in the classical sense, but there was something deeply sexual abut him and his manner that made Rhiannon's heart jump a little.

Rob too Rhiannon by the arm and guided her to a small room in the depths of the building. As her eyes became accustomed to the lighting an exclamation of surprise was forced from Rhiannon's lips.

On a fur covered divan reclined Liam, a big grin on her face, between two men as naked as herself. In her right hand Liam is holding with perfect grace the erect cock of one of her neighbours on the divan. Her pert left breast serves as a cushion for the other guys’ penis.

Rhiannon smiled wickedly as she some idea of what was to happen next. One of the men is now penetrating Liam whilst the other continues to run his prick against her breasts. The young woman undulates, contracts, vibrates and stretches to allow the deepest penetration into her body. Rob stood behind Rhiannon and lifted her top and removed her bra in motion. Her ample breasts took on a wonderful lustre in the red light and her nipples became so hard and sensitive that they almost hurt. Rob slipped her short skirt over her thighs and took her by the hand. Rhiannon followed him and him starch her out on her back and arranged her legs so that they hung over the edge of the divan. Her dark mound juts out over the edge of the white fur cover.

Then, without warning, Rob gets down on his knees and starts licking her. Rhiannon closes her eyes, abandoning herself to the best of her ability, telling herself to concentrate on the caress, and soon she fells her climax building, building. Her orgasm comes and comes again, her breath in short gasps as she feels her juices being pulled from her body. He goes on licking until she has spent all her breath, and starts to relax.

But then it is Rhiannon who pulls Rob up from his knees and on top of herself. She feels the weight of his cock against her thighs. She works with her hands to make him enter her and he accepts, penetrating her willing flesh, taking her attentively, holding back his own pleasure until she has again reached the point where she is yelling her delight; and then the fragrance of sperm seems to rise within her to delight her taste buds.

Lia watched the scenario evolve with increasing desire. She knew Rob loved to share two women and tonight neither him, nor Rhiannon would be disappointed. She walked to Rhiannon still perspiring body and gently kissed her breasts and nipples. Her tongue traced a silvery line down Rhiannon's body until it reached the black curls. Lia could smell the mixed juices of Rhiannon and Rob’s previous encounter and she breathed deeply. Rhiannon watched intently as Lia moved down her body. She had been waiting a long time to be kissed like this by a woman and she abandoned herself to Lia's tongue. Rhiannon's body quivered as Lia's gentle caresses brought surges of excitement and her body reacted. She had never known so much pleasure.

Rob asked Rhiannon to lie down on her back, very straight and persuaded Lia to get down on all fours above her, with her pussy above Rhiannon's mouth. Rob produced a long, sturdy cock which he proceed to push into Lia's pussy fucking her right in front of Rhiannon's eyes. From where she was lying to couldn’t miss any detail.

Rhiannon watched the shaft sink in right up to Robs balls, then saw it reappear, plunge back in, and so on and on with a deliberateness that excited her enormously. Never in her life had she experienced anything as powerfully aphrodisiac as this one performed right in front of her face. She could her the slurping noises in Lia's vagina, well lubricated by Robs cock. She couldn’t resist lifting her head and taking Lia's clit into her mouth. The tonguing she was getting from Lia on her pussy was going to make her come again and she squeezed her breast together as the ultimate ecstasy came over her.

She could see Robs ass cheeks clench his climax approached, The moment arrived and his cock withdrew from Lia and pushed its way into Rhiannon's waiting mouth, discharging its sperm into it, aromatic with the flavours if Lia. Rhiannon sucked hungrily on Robs cock drawing out every last drop of semen and she knew that she had found her soul mates.



Rhian's First Spanking



Her name was Rhian. She was 41 years old, a tall willowy blonde with long legs, a remarkable round ass, slim waist and beautiful large breasts.

In her online profile, she stated that she was curious about D/s. He e-mailed her first and they began to write back and forth. After two or three weeks, they met in person, first in restaurants, then in local parks. 

She was a novice, but intensely curious and willing to have frank discussions as they talked about what she called "the D/s thing." Over time, they discussed her curiosity and what her perceived needs were and gradually he ascertained that her primary need was to be spanked.

Of course, if a spanking is to be effective, it must be given for a reason, and Rhian was not long in providing him the basis for her first over-the-knee spanking. While she was charming, sexy and demur, she had one fault that drove him to distraction…She was chronically late.

After taking some satisfaction in the fact that he now had a sound basis for administering Rhian's first spanking, he proceeded to arrange to meet her in private. Using the premise that he would like to have a more private discussion with her, a discussion that couldn't be interrupted or overheard, he arranged to meet her in a local motel.

On the agreed upon day, he checked into the motel and called her to let her know the room number. And true to form, although she was only fifteen minutes away, she took an hour to get to the motel. 

Upon letting her into the room, he immediately began to lecture her about wasting his time. 

At first, she stared in disbelief at the fact that he was scolding her, but within minutes was standing, chewing her lower lip and staring at the floor...

"I'm sorry, Sir. I j-just..."

"You just don't give a damn about anyone but yourself, Rhian."

"No, that's n-not it...I just..."

"Are you saying that I don't know what's going on here?"

"N-no Sir. It's just that t-there's an explanation..."

"Yes there is...The explanation is that you're selfish and self-centered and care very little about the concerns of others."

"O-oh! N no- Sir! That's not it at all!"

"Are you calling me a liar?"

"No Sir! It's j-just that..."

"Rhian..."

"Y-yes Sir?"

"Step out of your shoes"

"My shoes?"

"Yes, take them off."

(With a puzzled look on her face, she kicks off her sandals)

"Now stand up straight and place your hands behind your neck..."

"W-why do you...?"

"Just do it Rhian or I swear you'll live to regret your recalcitrance..."

(She moves into position. Legs together, hands behind her head, posture erect....Her breasts rise and fall with each breath and she glances nervously at him...He walks over to her and using his foot, taps the inner surface of her ankles until they are about two feet apart)

"Now here's what's going to happen Rhian. I am going to leave the room and walk around the building. While I am gone you are to completely disrobe..."

"Oh! N-no Sir! P-please don't make me..."

"Quiet!!! From this point on Rhian, every time you interrupt me you are adding to your punishment..."

"P-punishment? You're going to punish me? How? Oh god! P-please don't..."

"I said 'Quiet!!!'"

(She ceases her talking and stares at the floor, a tear running over her cheek)

"As I was saying, while I am out you will strip nude, then reassume the position you are in now. I will return shortly."

(As he turns to leave she breaks from her position and grasps his hand in both of hers)

"Oh Sir, please don't make me do this! I promise I'll be good! P-please don't make me..."

(Slowly pulling her hands from his wrist, he stares into her tear filled eyes)

"You just added to your punishment little girl...Step back into position NOW!!!"

(She scurries back into position and he opens the door…He hears her gasp as the door closes. He takes about three minutes to walk around the building and when he returns to the room Rhian is standing in the same spot, in the prescribed position, but is now nude.)

"Good girl! Now, that wasn't so difficult was it?"

"Y-yes Sir...It was....(Small sob)..."

"Well, that will pale in comparison to the next few minutes..."

"S-sir?"

"Nothing Rhian..."

(Using his hands to correct her posture, he fondles her ass, runs his hands between her legs to further spread her feet, and adjusts her arms so that her breasts stand out even more...Every touch is punctuated by her gasps and sobs of humiliation as he handles her as if she were a fine show animal.)

"You are going to receive a spanking..."

"Oh, no, please don't spank me! Oh no! I promise I'll be good!..."

"Hush Rhian!"

(She stops begging, but tears pool in her eyes)

"As I was saying, you will receive a spanking. It will consist of eighteen strokes..."

"Oh my god!" (Whispered)

"Hush!! It will consist of eighteen strokes, twelve for the initial tardiness and six additional for the disobedience, followed by corner time...Then we will talk...Do you understand?"

"Y-yes...But can't you just..."

"Do-you-un-der-stand?'

"Yes Sir..."

"Do you agree that you need this spanking?"

"It's just t-that..."

"Rhian! Do-you-a-gree-that-you-need-this-spank-ing?"

"Y-yes Sir....(Small shudder and a choked off sob)

(He makes a show of rolling up his shirt sleeves, as if there is strenuous work to be done. Then, he pulls the straight-backed desk chair out into the center of the room and sits down on it.)

"Okay, come here..."

(She drops her hands and bends toward him as if beseeching him not to spank her)

"Oh no! Oh please Sir! I promise I'll be good! Please don't spank me!"

"It's time Rhian...Just come here."

(She haltingly takes the four steps that are required to cross the room. He takes her left hand and moves her so she is standing to his right, then pulls her down onto his lap.)

"Oh no! Oh god!"

(He takes a long time positioning her, touching her in different, sometimes intimate places until she is finally draped over his legs in an inverted "V" with her upturned ass centered in his lap, her toes barely touching the floor, and her hands touching the floor. He reaches around her body and pulls right arm up behind her waist so as to hold her in position. She sobs quietly, her body twitching at each touch. He gives her one final lecture...)

"You know why you're getting this spanking?"

"Y-yes Sir!"

"Why?'

"B-because I was late...."

"And....?"

"B-being late is disrespectful"

"And?"

"I disobeyed you..."

"Correct! Are you ready?"

"Oh, no Sir! Please don't..."

"Rhian! Are you ready?"

"Y-yes sir" (Whispered)

"Count the strokes Rhian"

"Oh! Y-yes sir!"

(He pauses and her backside shimmies as she flexes and relaxes her the muscles in her hips in anticipation of the impending punishment. The first slap falls on her right cheek with a loud "Swap!" Rhian jerks as if stunned with a cattle prod and throwing her head back she squeals...)

"Y-i-i-e-e-e-e-e! Oh god p-please!"

(A pink outline of his handprint begins to appear on the upturned curve of her ass. He pauses and waits for the count, but it doesn't come. "Swap" the second slap is delivered to the left cheek with a similar force)

"Y-e-e-e-o-o-w-w-w!"

(Again she jerks and this time kicks her feet as if to shake off the sting and again he waits for the count and again it doesn't come)

"Rhian?"

"Y-yessir?"

"You aren't counting."

"Oh god, I'm sorry Sir...That's two!"

"No. We have to start over. You must count every stroke"

"Oh Sir! I d-don't think I can stand it! P-please don't start over!"

(Swap!)

"Y-i-i-i-i-i! One Sir!"

(From this point until the end of the spanking he pauses after each stroke, letting the sting settle in so that her bottom is stingingly warmed rather than bruised)

(Swap!)

"Y-e-e-e-c-h-h-h! Two Sir!"

(Swack!)

"Y-e-o-e-o-e-o-e-o god! Three Sir!"

(By six her bottom is a bright pink and she is vibrating all over his lap...By nine her crying out has stopped and she begins to thrust her bottom up to meet the slaps as he delivers them. On the last stroke she is draped over his lap, limp as if exhausted. Her bottom is an even-hued bright pink, the muscles shimmying delightfully as the heat of the spanking courses through her nether regions.)

"Okay...You've done very well. Now go to the corner and assume your position"

(She scurries off his lap and he sees that although her face is flushed and tear stained, her nipples are rigidly erect on the upturned surface of her breasts and the inner surfaces of her upper thighs shine with the slick evidence of sexual arousal. She glances at him shyly and then hurries to the corner, places her hands behind her neck, interlaces her fingers and stands patiently. After about fifteen minutes he stands up, pulls the bedspread and top sheet off the bed, piles the pillows against the headboard, then reclines against the pillows)

"Rhian"

"Yes Sir?"

"Come here"

(She turns and, with eyes lowered, pads across the room and stands beside the bed. He reaches around and softly rubs the warm surface of her bottom. She winces slightly, then thrusts the burning curve of her ass into the soothing motions of his hand, cooing in appreciation of his touch.)

"Climb in..."

(She scurries into the bed and nuzzles up against him. He puts his arms around her, pulls the sheet over her shoulders, and softly strokes her hair. She takes a deep breath and lets it out with a shudder, then closes her eyes and sleeps.)