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Beauty

By: MydnytRayn



Kara looked in the mirror and sighed. In her hand she held a magazine filled with skinny supermodels, women six feet tall barely weighing a hundred pounds. Kara looked at the pictures then back at her reflection. She knew she didn't look like any of the models in the magazine--that is unless you roll them all into one to make on large one, then you'd have Kara. She looked at her reflection with a critical eye. 

'My hips are too wide, my ass is definitely not round and perky, my breasts are way too full and big, not to mention these huge chocolate nipples attached to them and if God only created eraser for the body, I'd erase my stomach till it was flat as a board'. Day in and day out these thoughts plagued her, tearing down what little self confidence she had. 

"Excuse me, Miss, but can you tell me how to get to 12th and Alexandria?" 

"W-What did you say?" Kara asked, the deep male voice interrupting her thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm trying to get to 12th and Alexandria. Do you know how to get there?"

Kara turned around and stared at eyes that looked like rays of sun dipped in sweet chocolate. His beaming smile shone like the high beams of a new car. His midnight hair was neatly fashioned in twists covered his creamy mocha complexion. She watched is full pink lips move, but she never heard one word as her eyes devoured him.

"Miss are you okay?" She heard him ask. Catching her reflection, she saw to her horror small beads of sweat on her forehead.

"I-I-I'm okay", she stammered, "You said 12th and Alexandria, right? she finally managed to ask.

"Yeah, 12th and Alexandria. There's a new poetry club opening there and I wanted to check it out. My name is Jared." he said offering his hand.

"Kara." she smiled, taking his hand. They say a man's handshake is but a mere inkling of the power of his soul. Kara felt her soul quake from his firm, yet gentle handshake.

"It's nice to meet you, Kara. I'm new here and don't really know to many people. I know you just met me and don't know me from Adam, but would you like to go with me to the poetry club?" Kara blinked her eyes hard, not truly believing what she was hearing. This chocolate god was asking her, the fat girl that got teased her entire existence, to go with him.

"Are you serious?" she asked. Suddenly images of her high school prom flooded her mind. As a cruel prank, the school's president asked her to the prom. She was heavier in high school than she was now and couldn't believe that someone this handsome would ask her to the prom. Without hesitation, she accepted his invitation. She spent all her summer job savings on a gorgeous baby blue gown that did a fairly decent job of disguising her many rolls, a limo and a grueling six hour stay at the hair salon getting coiffed within an inch of her life. He never showed up. Determined, she went to the prom by herself. As soon as she step into the hall, the entire senior class turned around and laughed at her. She ran from the hall, their cruel laughter and taunts still haunted her dreams some eight years later.

"Yeah Kara, I'm very serious. Why wouldn't I want to have a beautiful woman on my arm, showing me around town, and enjoying some good poetry with me?" The sincerity in his words cut through her resolve.

"I would be delighted to join you, Jared. Matter-of-fact, if you're not driving, I can take us to the club. My car is parked out front."

"Actually, I am driving. How about this, the club doesn't open until nine and it's only about three now. Why don't you follow me back to my place, I can park my car and then we can ride back into town in your car and cop a squat in the park or just hang out till it opens?" She couldn't believe her luck. Her she was, the fat girl, getting asked out by this gorgeous hunk of man. 

"Okay Jared, just let me get my things rung up and we can go." Jared had taken a peak of the clothes she had in her hand and frowned his nose.

"Um, Kara, if you don't mind me saying so, those clothes won't do you one bit of justice."

"What do you mean? This is what all those models are wearing in the magazine. See." she said, pointing to the pictures. Frowning his face again, he took the magazine from her hand and through it in the trash.

"Why on earth did you do that?" she asked, eyes opened wide.

"Trust me. Those magazines do more harm than good. Tell you what," he paused taking the clothes from her, "Let me pick out an outfit and you can wear it tonight."

"Okay." she relented. Jared cut through the department store like a buzzsaw. He finally settled on an ankle length midnight blue sleeveless dress, with full straps accented by rhinestone clips, a sweetheart neckline and thigh-high side split. He picked out a pretty rhinestone earring and necklace set to match. Kara looked at the dress, a little unsure of it. It would expose her body in ways she wasn't all too comfortable with. She felt flushed with fever when Jared came back with sensual black lace lingerie for her to wear. The strapless ebony corset, with garters and matching thong made her heart drop. 'How cruel can he be to pick out a thong for me to wear? Can't he see my ass is too big for that?' she thought. As if reading her mind, Jared took her hand and whispered in her ear, "Kara you are a beautiful woman, no matter what size you are. Whether you're a size 2 or a size 22." She felt her eyes well with tears. No man has ever said that to her. He let her hand go and went off in search of shoes. He came back shortly with at pair of platform heeled shoes with wide ankle straps. It never dawned on her to tell him her size. She quickly paid for her items, taking the bags in his hand, they walked out to there separate cars. 

Twenty minutes later, they pulled up in front of his apartment. Jared's apartment was tastefully decorated with various African sculptures, paintings, and throw rugs and butter soft ebony leather.

"This is my humble abode." he said smiling.

"Jared, I see your excellent taste isn't limited only to women's clothing." she joked.

"Glad you like. C'mere, I want to show you something." Kara followed him to his bedroom. She stopped short of the doorway, looking at him suspiciously.

"No, I'm not a rapist or a cannibal," he laughed, easing her mounting tension, "I only wanted to show you this." Taking her hand, he pulled her in front his full length mirror. 

"Look into the mirror Kara, what do you see?" he asked softly.

"I see me." she answered, her voice straining. Her reflection always made her cry.

"No, what do you see?"

"I see me. Big, fat ole me," she cried. "My cheeks are fat, my lips too big, my breasts too full too big, I have a gut, my hips too wide, my legs too fat and to top it all off, I have a big ass!" she wailed, covering her eyes as she cried in torrents. Moving her hands away from her face, Jared softly dabbed her tears with a silk handkerchief.

"Now, let me tell you what I see. I see a woman, with beautiful, soulful eyes. Very sexy full lips and cheeks. Your lush breasts can drive a man to insanity, trust me when I say that I'm not that far from it. I would love to have those hips and legs of your wrapped around me. And that ass! I was drawn to it like a magnet." She blushed from the roots of her hair to the soles of her feet. She never had a man compliment her body like that before.

"Kara, would you do me a favor? Can you go in the bathroom and change into the lingerie and heels that I picked out for you?" he asked softly. 

"What did you say?" she asked, dazed.

"I want to see you in the lingerie I picked out. Stocking and heels. The whole nine." He said, cupping her face, kissing her on the lips. His kiss sent fiery chills down her spine. With trembling hands and jelly-like legs, she grabbed the bags and went into the bathroom. 

A few minutes later, she emerged. The corset fit her kind of snug and push her full breasts up, her nipples straining against the lacy material. The garters stretched down her full hips, snapping onto the lacy tops of the sheer thigh-high smoky black stocking. She had never wore a thong until today and despite the material in the crack of her ass, she found the experience quite liberating and made a mental note to buy more. Slipping the heels on, thankful that they were the thick platform style since her large frame wasn't really compatible with stiletto heels. Applying a thin coat of her favorite reddish brown lipstick and loosened her braids that were held in a bun. On a whim, she added the rhinestone necklace and earrings.

"Jared?" she called out.

"I'm in here." he answered. She walked out the bedroom and saw Jared sitting on the leather sofa. He had his leg crossed, sipping on a glass of white wine. Duke Ellington's Single Petal of a Rose filled the room. The scent of rose and Egyptian sandalwood candles burning filled her lungs. Jared watched Kara step shyly out of the room. His breath was taken away at the sight of her in the lingerie. She had no idea how sexy she looked.

"Turn around Kara, I want to see that ass of yours. I want to see how lovely that thong looks." Kara timidly turned around, thankful not to see his hawk-like eyes. Jared couldn't believe that this woman wasn't brimming over with self confidence. He slowly crept up off the couch and stood behind her. Slipping his hands around her waist, cause her to jump.

"Here, drink some of this." he said handing her his glass of wine. She gratefully accepted his glass, taking a healthy gulp. Her heart began to pound as she felt the smooth palms of his hand stroking her ass.

"Tell me Kara, have you ever had a man appreciate this wonderful ass of yours?" he whispered in her ear, still stroking.

"C-Can't say that I have." she whispered, taking another gulp.

"That is a pity, because this ass of yours is magnificent." he said. She felt his body slide against hers as he knelt down behind her. Massaging her ass, he began kissing her soft skin. Kara gasped as she felt his hot kisses on her ass. She nearly dropped the glass when she felt his fingers slip the thong from her buttocks, moving it aside, replacing it with his tongue. If her legs weren't jellylike before, they were now. His tongue was slashing through her ass cheeks, stabbing at the tight skin of her anus. Her moans were like music to his ears. He could feel her juices moistening the crotch of her panties. He ran his finger against the soft material, feeling her wetness.

"Jared," she whispered, "I really need to sit down before my knees buckle." The passion was burning through her body. She had never had a man do to her what Jared was doing to her right now. But, then again, her sexual experience was very little.

"Not yet, love. Turn around, I want to see that pussy of yours." he said, placing a kiss on both of her ass cheeks, slowly turning her around. 'Oh my God, he's gonna see how wet my thong is.' she thought to herself. 

He hooked the waistband of her thong between his teeth and slowly pulled them down, exposing her pussy inch, by glorious inch. He deeply inhaled the musky scent of her womanhood. His fingers couldn't resist touching the soft bush of black curls covering her swollen labia. His touches were like pure electricity shooting through her body. She placed her hands on his shoulders as she stepped out of the thong.

"Keep your hands on my shoulder, Kara. You're gonna need something to hold onto." Those were the last words he uttered before burying his face in her curls. She quickly grasped his shoulders, holding on for dear life. His tongue teased the folds of her vagina, slipping between her outer labia, drawing in her inner labia with a powerful sucking motion of his mouth. Her moans grew louder, taking on an almost pleading sound, since he has yet to touch her swollen. Sensing her growing need, he attacked her clit like a starving man. Sucking and nibbling on the hardened nub, blowing on the little kernel of pleasure. Kara thought she was going to die from pleasure. Even when she masturbates, she never built up an orgasm like the one building in her now. Jared could taste her juices changing ever so slightly, sure sign that she was ready to climax, but he wasn't ready for her to come yet. He kisses her clit once more before moving his mouth away. He looked up at her, her dark brown eyes shimmering from unshed tears. Tears he knew were from her built up passion straining for release.

"Please Jared, why did you stop?" she cried. Jared stood up, scooping her up in his arms. Kara gasped in shock, not believing that this man was carrying her as if she weighed nothing. Jared carried her to the bedroom, laying her out in the middle of his white satin covered bed. Slowly, he began to strip. Kara thought she was going to come just from watching him. Before she knew it, he was standing there, naked and very erect. Her eyes bulged at the size of his penis. And it was semi-erect, she had seen enough to know that his penis wasn't totally erect. But even in this semi erect state, Jared's dick was at least eight inches long and about three inches wide. Kara's body began to shudder as a huge orgasm washed over her. She couldn't believe that she was coming just from the sight of him. She covered her face in shame and embarrassment.

"Was it good?" Jared asked.

"I cannot believe I just did that," she mumbled, her breathing still a bit shallow.

"Why? Because you came so hard from so little?" 

"Jared, I have never had a man do what you did to me before." she whispered.

"That is a shame. Because I have never had a woman taste so sweet.", he paused, licking his lips, "I can only imagine what that sweetness is going to feel like around my dick." he said, stroking his erection. Watching Jared made her pussy flood, so much so she could feel the moisture dripping down her thighs. 

"Kara, unhook that corset. I want to see those big breasts of yours." he said, his hand still stroking his dick.

"But, Jared.." she trailed off, ashamed of what she was going to say. She couldn't bring herself to remove the corset. Sensing her reluctance, Jared climbed on the bed, straddling her lap, resting his penis on her stomach. She reached out to touch his erection. The satiny smoothness of his swollen head set her mouth watering. She had developed a major oral fixation thanks to her last boyfriend. Jared watched her lick her lips and smiled.

"Wanna take a lick?"

"God knows I do." He was only too happy to oblige. But before he gave her what she wanted, he slipped his fingers beneath the hooks of her corset and freed her full breasts. Gathering her breasts in his hands, he slipped his organ between her mounds. Kara snaked her tongue out and licked at his head each time it peeped out between her breasts. Taking his finger, he opened her mouth, resting his penis on her lips. Sticking her tongue out, he playfully spanked it with his tip before slipping it between her full lips. Jared was in absolute heaven. Her mouth expertly sucked his dick. He couldn't keep his hands off her full breasts and enormous nipples, that got hard from his pinches.

"God Kara", he groaned, "I only imagined what my dick would look like in your mouth, surrounded by those thick ass lips of yours." Kara listened to him, occassionally looking up at him, causing him to moan even louder. She would slip his dick out of her mouth, rubbing the head over her lips, sliding her tongue down the shaft. Jared couldn't believe that she was blowing him like a champ and if he wasn't careful, he was shoot cum all down her throat. He pulled his dick out of her mouth, causing a groan to escape both their lips.

"Kara, I have got to fuck you. If your pussy feels as good as you taste, I can die a happy man."

She parted her thick thighs and guided his head into her dripping pussy. His massive organ slipped effortlessly inside of her. He drove his cock hilt deep inside of her and stopped. He stopped because she had started coming again and if he stroked again, he would have came too. But for now, he was savoring every moment of her orgasm. The way her breasts quivered, the way she bit on her bottom lip, the way she held her hips in the air as if they were suspended by invisible ropes. Kara couldn't believe that she was coming this hard, this soon after her first one. She had never experienced more than one orgasm, if that many. Jared's dick was like magic inside of her. She couldn't stop licking her lips, as she savored the taste of his cock in her mouth. Then the unbelievable happened - Jared placed each of her legs on his shoulders. His lips left a trail of hot kisses on her stocking covered legs. Placing a hand on her stomach, lovingly stoking her "gut".

"Kara are you ready? Because I am going to fuck you like no other." Saying that, Jared began to thrust hard and deep inside her pussy. By her legs being elevated, she felt his thrusts even deeper inside her. Suddenly, she felt his thumb slide inside her anus. Kara moans soon turned into passion filled screams as Jared pumped furiously inside of her heat. Jared was mesmerized by the bouncing breasts and nipples dancing before his eyes. He leaned forward, bending her knees to her chest, thrusting even deeper inside of her, capturing her nipples in his mouth. Jared felt his balls getting extremely tight and he knew he was ready to blow his load. Kara's heart began to pound in her chest. If she though the previous orgasm was hard, this one coming was off the Richter scales.

"Oh God Jared! I am CUMMINGGG!" Kara howled like a banshee, digging her nails in his back as he pounded her. Her pussy clamped hard on his dick giving him the extra push that he needed. He shot his seed inside of her spasming pussy which such force that he couldn't contain his own screams. Kara closed her eyes so tight, she saw white spots dancing in front of her eyes. They remained joined at the sex for a few minutes as each struggle to catch their collective breaths. Jared rolled off of her, pulling her into his warm arms.

"Kara, you are one sexy lady. I don't give a damn how big you are. Don't change one iota." he whispered, kissing her lips.

"Jared, do you think I'm beautiful, like the women in the magazines?" she timidly asked.

"Hell no." Kara's eyes began to tear. "Kara you are more beautiful than those stick pin women."

"Are you serious?" she asked, her voice filled with shock.

"Honey, I don't know about some men, but this man likes a little meat when he bones!"

Beauty



Beauty found pleasure in inflicting pain on others. Men and women paid her handsomely to unleash her inner beast on them. She loved her work. In fact, she never considered it work. It was her calling, her service to those who needed her. 

To make sure she gave her best service, she had designed her basement into a paradise where obedience was given in exchange for pleasurable pain. It was here she most felt at home, at peace. 

She always enjoyed preparing for her clients. Her 5'7 curvaceous body filled her black leather jumpsuit. She loved how the bustier cups molded perfectly to her 36 DDD tits and the seat of the jumpsuit caressed her bodacious ass. She loved feeling it fondle and embrace her body.

Beauty's breathing got deeper as she dressed. The increased rhythm raised her voluptuous breasts. The sight of herself in the mirror made her moist. She sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs and pinched her clit. She shuddered.

She wanted, no needed a release, but now wasn't the time. She placed her foot into her thigh high stiletto boots. They molded perfectly to her legs and feet. Surveying herself in the mirror, she oozed sex, assertiveness and dominance. She wanted to fuck herself right then. Beauty saw the red light flash. It was time to go to work. 

Opening the dungeon door, she paused and smiled. He was there, his back to her, face covered with a mask waiting submissively. As the door slammed closed, he flinched. Beauty walked over to him and cracked the horsetail leather whip across his back. He remained still. Beauty cracked it again and again. "On your hands and knees slave," she commanded. He obliged quickly. 

Beauty cracked the whip across his back a few more times before moving lower. Now she was forcefully striking his nuts and dick. With each lashing, his cock started hardening and his nuts quivered. She, he needed more. She reached into her bag of toys and emerged with an anal plug. She slammed it into his ass. He let out a yelp. The whip came crashing down on his cock. He remained still and silent. Her inner thighs were slick with moisture.

Beauty grabbed the anal plug, pulling it out of his ass while lashing his dick. His asshole was gaping open. She stopped, surveyed her handiwork; the bright red lash marks, his heavy breathing, hard cock. She rammed the plug back in. She loved this part. His body began jerking. His arousal was building fast. Beauty abruptly stopped. 

He was panting. She reached into the bag and retrieved two nipple clamps attached to a chain. She fastened them on his nipples, screwing them into the tightest position. He yelped again. She slapped him hard. He hung his head. Her inner thighs got wetter. She resumed whipping him, ramming the plug in and out of his ass while yanking the chain on the clamps. They were both flushed. 

Beauty pulled harder on the clamps, wielded the lash harder and fiercely slammed his ass. Increasing his pain made her pleasure build. They needed one last thing. She put a leash over his head and tightened it around his neck. She wrapped the leash around her wrist with the clamp chain and rammed the plug in and out, while lashing the whip. His dick was rock hard. He was sweating, his breathing became erratic and staggered. It was music to her ears. 

Beauty was sweating. She pulled tighter on the leash and nipple clamps. She was battering his asshole harder and lashing his cock and balls with force. His entire body began jerking and his dick spasmed. As cum shot out of his cock, she continued her pain administration less forcefully while he rode out his orgasm. Spent, he remained on his hands and knees panting. Well used and well satisfied.

Beauty dropped her toys and walked out. She leaned against the outside dungeon door allowing her own climax to wash over her. Unleashing her inner primal beast always satisfied her sexual urges. After regaining composure, she went to shower. In the shower, she relived each moment of the session.

Beauty closed her eyes, laid her head back against the shower door and furiously stroked her clit, allowing the fullness of her climax to overtake her body. She slid down the wall onto the floor. Breathing hard, she put two fingers in her cunt and fucked herself while twisting and pulling her nipples. She was almost over the edge, she pulled harder, then lower her head so she could bite her nipple. She came hard, squirting everywhere. 

Beauty let the warm water run over her body as her orgasm subsided. She could hardly wait for tomorrow. Another client. Another session.



Beauty



I am, and I'm being completely honest here, beautiful. I know I can't take the credit for that, it's just the way nature made me, but that doesn't make me any the less lovely. It's plain for me to see that those people who say beauty isn't everything or, beauty is only skin deep, just don't know what it means to be truly beautiful. Everyone admires you and wants to be your friend.

It also helps to be a really nice person, and I am. I'm always nice to people who aren't as lovely as I am. I mean, it's not their fault that they're plain, or even if they're pretty, that they can't measure up to my standard. I'm always willing to give them little tips on how to make the best of themselves. 

I point out that not everyone can have platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes and some people even prefer mousey brown hair and eyes, even if I think they're a bit dull. And if anyone is slightly under-developed bust or bum wise I tell them that there are marvellous things they can do with plastic surgery, not that I need to worry.

Still, even though I'm so nice to everyone, it's amazing how some people will snipe at you. Just because they can't measure up they try to cut you down to their size, but I just ignore them.

I mean, I heard one girl say I'd obviously traded in my brains for beauty, and that's silly. It's not the sort of thing you can bargain with. It just is. And I'm smart, no matter what that girl says. I finished high school, after all.

There is a down side to being beautiful, I'll admit. It's hard to get a job. You wouldn't believe what a couple of potential employers suggested. I even tried my hand at baby-sitting but I can't seem to get that sort of work anymore. I'd front up to an appointment, the mother would look at me, look at her husband, and tell me not to bother. 

I did get a couple of baby-sitting jobs but after that incident people say I should try another line of work. It's not as though it was my fault, and I did call the fire-brigade fast enough. If they hadn't expected me to cook they should have fed the kids before they left. 

Anyway, tomorrow I turn eighteen and tonight I actually have a baby-sitting job. The guy is new to the area and he needs someone to take care of his girls tonight. Someone said it was the perfect job for me and so he called me and hired me.

- - -

I fronted up to my baby-sitting gig and this man was there, ready and waiting, all dressed up to go out. He was a lot older than I expected, nearly forty, I'd say. He took one look at me and looked slightly stunned.

"My god," he said. "You're gorgeous. Why are you wasting your time baby-sitting instead of being out there modelling and making a fortune?"

It's unusual for men to come right out and say that sort of thing although I can always tell they're thinking it by the way they look at me.

"Oh, I love baby-sitting," I told him, "and I'm really good with kids. They love me. I've been considering a career as a model, but I have to wait until I'm eighteen. My father won't hear of me trying out before that."

"Uh-huh. And do you have long to wait?"

I smiled at him, seeing him blink again when he saw how my smile just seems to light up a room. 

"Actually, it's my birthday tomorrow and Daddy is going to see about getting me a portfolio for my birthday. Then we can send it out and I'll get lots of work, I'm sure."

"I'm sure you will, too. Ah, regarding being good with kids, were you told what this job actually entails?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "Just that you have to go out and need someone to watch your girls."

"Hmm. Well, come in."

I followed him in and he gave a sharp whistle. The next thing I know two humongous hounds came charging up to us. Now I like dogs as much as the next person, but these two beasts were ginormous, all teeth and fur and barking. The one thing I was grateful for was that he couldn't hear me scream over the barking.

"These are my girls," he told me, shushing the dogs. "They've been unwell and are currently taking some medication. I need someone here to give them their tablets at nine and at midnight. The first young lady I spoke to couldn't do it but she said that you were perfect to handle them as you'd fit in well with a pair of bitches. As soon as I saw you I saw what she meant. You're a natural dog person."

I am? I'd never realised it, but I'd take his word for it. I wondered who had recommended me. 

"You'll find that there are four rissoles in the fridge. There's a pill imbedded in each one. Just tell the girls to sit and give them each a rissole when it's time. They'll love you for it."

Peter formally introduced me to his girls and they sat up and shook my hand. They were really quite nice once you got to know them.

He assured me that I'd be quite safe with the dogs. With them in the house he never got intruders. "The bravest burglar," he said, "takes one look and then goes looking for a baby to mug."

All I really had to do was watch TV, and that was simple enough. I was a little nervous about feeding the dogs their first pills but no worries. They scoffed the rissoles and looked hopefully for more. After that it was more TV until midnight and I found the dogs sitting next to the fridge waiting for me. A rissole apiece and they went back to their beds and I went back to the TV.

It wasn't all that much later and Peter arrived home. To my surprise and delight, along with my pay, he gave me a box of chocolates, all wrapped up in birthday paper.

"Just a little something from me and the girls, seeing it's now your birthday. You officially turned eighteen half an hour ago."

I blushed and thanked him.

"Care for a cup of coffee before you go?" he asked, already switching the kettle on.

"You know, if you're serious about building a portfolio for modelling, I can take a few snaps for you. I work part time doing photography and I'm quite good. For you, no charge."

Now some people might think me cynical but men have offered to take pictures of me before this, and it always seems to include a proviso that I take of some or all my clothes. I guess the doubt must have shown in my eyes.

"No," Peter said with a laugh. "Not naughty shots. Artistic ones, yes, but ones where you keep your clothes on. Not that I wouldn't mind seeing more of you but it would be unbelievably pushy to suggest it at this point. Come on. I'll show you my studio."  

I trailed along behind him, feeling slightly nervous. He opened the door to what I had assumed was just another bedroom and flicked on the lights. They were unbelievably bright. Looking in I could see he had some very professional looking equipment at one end of the room. The other end, where most of the lights seemed to point, had this green wall, green floor and green couch. There was also some other furniture off to the side. Most of it green.

Peter saw my puzzlement and laughed. Not nastily, but slightly amused, kidding me rather than deriding me.

"The green can be easily replaced using my graphics software. Recline on the couch and I can have you reclining on a gondolier in Venice. Pretend to climb the wall and I can have you attached to a sheer cliff with a thousand foot drop below you. It's all done with computers these days."

He assured me that my clothes would stay on so I sat on the couch, posing as he suggested. He took a number of shots and then looked over them. For some reason he didn't seem satisfied, taking more shots and looking through them. Seeing he was still unhappy with the pictures I asked if I could have a look.

The pictures looked good to me. They were excellent. Best photos of me that I'd ever seen and I've seen some good ones. I'm very photogenic. 

"Um, they look fine to me," I said tentatively. "Why don't you like them?"

"They're OK, but your natural beauty would ensure that. What's not coming through is your vitality, your sex appeal, that charisma you project."

Now that he'd mentioned it the photos did look a little drab. I might have been a nun sitting there. I still wasn't taking my clothes off, but maybe. . .

"How do you think they'll look if I undid a couple of buttons, showing a bit of cleavage?"

"Might work. Just the top two buttons though."

So I undid the top two buttons and posed again, leaning forward so that he could get a bit of cleavage in the shot. He messed about a bit but didn't seem to be taking any pictures. Instead he shook his head and stepped away from the camera.

"That's not going to work," he told me. "I guess we'd better leave it at what I've done."

"What? Why? Won't the cleavage thing work?"

"It might, if you were showing genuine cleavage or a bit of cleavage and a bra that's frilly, lacy, and a bit see through."

I glanced down my top and nearly died. Knowing I was going baby-sitting I'd just thrown on any old thing when getting ready. Mum sometimes buys me what she calls proper bras and I'd accidentally grabbed one of those. Plain, white, and covering every inch of my breasts. A real grandmother bra. God, how totally embarrassing. Fancy trying to show cleavage in that.

"Um, hold on a minute," I said quickly, turning my back to him. I could take that monstrosity off without showing anything, and then I'd have some cleavage to show him.

"Ah, are you sure you want to do that?" he asked. "I did say you wouldn't need to take anything off."

"Don't worry about it," I reassured him. "I'm still covered by my shirt, and it's not as though I need the support." 

I wriggled out of the bra and tossed it to the side and sat back on the couch. This time when I reclined you could see some decent cleavage.

"OK," said Peter. "Very nice."

He took more shots, getting me to move around as he did so. Finally he asked me for something I wasn't sure off.

"Ah, what do you mean, can I pucker my nipples?"

"Mmm?" he asked, seeming distracted by what he was doing with the camera. Then he looked up at me.

"Oh, I meant have them pout a little. Like this."

He stepped over to me and before I knew what was happening he slipped his hand inside my blouse and twitched one of my nipples. I could feel it stirring under his touch. I could also feel that touch all the way down to my toes. Before I could say anything he'd taken his hand out and was stepping back to the camera.

"Like that," he said. "See how it peaks against your blouse. It will come across very nicely in the photos, showing your breasts without actually showing them, if you get what I mean. Ah, can you tweak the other one so that they match."

Scarlet faced, I reached in and tweaked my other nipple, hastily withdrawing my hand. Looking down I could see them, pushing up like little tents. Then I moved I could feel the material of my blouse dragging against them, encouraging them to stand out.

Peter was going, "Nice. Very nice," and shooting quickly. 

"You really are gorgeous, you know, and you have marvellous breasts. Can you undo another button or, better yet, undo them all, letting the drape of the blouse cover you."

I was about to point out that there was no way I was undoing all the buttons, but Peter beat me to it.

"Cancel that," he said. "Just make it one more button. I don't want you getting uncomfortable."

Relieved I undid one more button, but I couldn't help feeling a little chagrined. Didn't he think me capable of deciding for myself whether I'd undo my blouse or not? I mean, the blouse would still drape over my breasts and cover me. It wasn't as though I'd be showing them off. Irritated I reached down and undid the rest, making sure that the blouse didn't sway open.

Peter's eyes were absolutely glued to where I was showing my cleavage now. Both sides of the blouse seemed to just catch on my nipples and stay there, leaving a nice side view of my breasts and, dare I say it, the edge of my areola. I wondered if that would show in the photo. 

It was a mistake, of course. I moved about a bit as Peter directed, watching him shoot, smiling at him and trying to look sexy. I should have been watching my blouse. Then I might have noticed it sliding away from my breasts, leaving them completely exposed. Peter sure noticed.

He left the camera and crossed over to me. The next thing I knew he reached out and very lightly touched my nipple with a single finger.

"God, these are beautiful," he said. 

I looked down, flustered, then shocked to find I was bare breasted. Also, excited. Peter was a gentleman and wouldn't take advantage, I was sure, but he was looking at my breasts and admiring them. Mind you, I got a hell of a shock when he bent down and kissed my nipple.

"Sorry," he said, straightening up. "I just couldn't resist."

Sorry, hell. He didn't sound the least bit sorry. 

"I'm going to apologise in advance this time," he said. "I'm sorry, but I just have to know if the rest of your curves are so exquisite."

I'm thinking, "What's he going on about?" when he very calmly pushed up my skirt and pulled my panties down. Of all the crazy things, the thought that flashed through my mind when he did that was that I was glad that I was freshly shaven. 

He wasn't content with just lowering my panties. He had them right off and tossed down beside my bra before I could say anything. He stroked me with one finger, down there, of all places, and then retreated to his camera.

"Turn slightly to the side and push your dress down a little in the front," he instructed me. "I want it to be obvious that you have no panties but I don't want you actually showing anything."

Instead of grabbing for my panties and putting them back on I did as I was told. I just jerked my skirt down between my legs, knowing while I did so that my bottom was still on display. Oh, God, and so were my breasts. I tried to clutch my blouse together to hide them, all the time hearing that camera clicking away. There was no way some of these photos were going in my portfolio.

What I couldn't understand was how come I was lying there almost naked. Apart from my panties, Peter hadn't touched me. I'd done all the rest myself and it had been my own idea. I couldn't believe it. I also couldn't believe how exciting it was. Maybe I was some sort of exhibitionist. No. Not really, because I was trying to cover up.

"These are a lot better," Peter announced, going over his pictures. "There are some you probably won't want in your portfolio, but there are plenty that will do very nicely. Tell me, have you planned any sex education for yourself. You'll probably need it if you become a model."

I'm like, "Eh? What's he on about?"

"Ah, we did sex ed. at school," I pointed out rather delicately.

"Not that," Peter said with a laugh. "That's just theory. I mean that now you're eighteen you'll be wanting some practical experience. You'll need to pick out someone to teach you. Someone as lovely as you will have lots of men offering to educate you, but you should be careful. You need a man who is going to be gentle with you and teach you about passion. Don't pick up some young stud just because you're curious. Young studs tend to only think of themselves."

I was blushing madly. What sort of discussion was this?

"Ah, I was thinking of waiting a while before doing anything like that," I muttered.

"Mmm? Not if you're going to be a model. Have a look at these two photos."

He had two photos up on the screen. They were just portraits, but there was a subtle difference between them. Both were excellent, but the one on the right drew your attention.

"Um, why the difference between them?"

"The one on the left was taken earlier in the shoot," he explained. "The one on the right was taken when you became aware that your breasts were showing and that I was looking at them. There's a touch of passion there. Once you become sexually active you'll be able to bring that touch of passion to your shoots, projecting a vivid female personality that matches your natural beauty."

With that he reached up and cupped my breasts, rubbing them lightly. I'm like, "Say, what?" and found that he was leading me back to the couch, one hand still cupping a breast.

Then he was sitting next to me, one hand on my breasts and the other running along the inner side of my leg. I knew I should close my legs tightly, because I knew where that hand was going, but I just sat there like a dolt.

I gave a squeak and a little jump when his hand reached my pussy and just closed gently over it, holding me.

"What I'm going to do," he calmly informed me, "is to just touch you up a bit, as the boys say. I want to raise your passions a little more, then see if we can get that heightened passion projected across to the pictures."

He wanted to touch me up just for his photos? I thought that maybe I was being insulted, but then he continued.

"As a side benefit, you are, as you probably know, a remarkably lovely young woman. It is a real pleasure to touch you and taste you."

That sounded a lot more reasonable than wanting passionate photos. I could understand him wanting to touch me because I'm beautiful. Still, I probably should tell him to back off. Trouble was, what he was doing felt so nice, I didn't want to. Maybe I'd just wait a few moments. 

Somehow or other my blouse had slipped right off. My skirt was all bunched around my waist, leaving me effectively naked while he worshipped my body. That's the only way to describe what he was doing. His hands would move over me and his lips would follow. When he had me stand so that he could strip off that silly skirt it just seemed so reasonable, then I was fully naked while he continued to touch and taste.

I was oh, so aware of my body. My breasts felt swollen, were swollen, the nipples wet and pointing from where he'd been sucking on them. My pussy actively ached for something, and it was hot and wet. OK. I expected him to touch me there and even slip his fingers inside me, though I was ready to prevent that. What I wasn't ready for was for him to kiss me there, and find his tongue slipping inside me. If I hadn't frozen in shock I would have screamed and bounced right off the couch.

I was about to tell him enough, really I was, when my hand came into contact with his trousers and found something there. I could feel this hard ridge inside his trousers and my hand just sort of closed over it, wondering what it was. Then I twigged and hastily moved my hand away.

Peter laughed. 

"My privates are nowhere near as interesting or lovely to look at as yours," he said, cupping my pussy and giving a gentle squeeze as he did so, "but it does tend to come to attention when a lovely young woman is around."

"Oh," I said in a small voice, the first words I'd managed to say in a while apart from oh my god. "It, ah, felt rather hard." 

"It is. Very hard right now. Feel free to sneak a peek at it if you want to. It won't worry me."

Sneak a peek at it? Why would I want to sneak a peek? I knew what boys things looked like. Why would I want to see another? I didn't. But that didn't explain why I was nervously sliding his zip down.

His cock looked enormous. I thought I'd need two hands to pull it loose from his trousers, and now it was just standing there. 

"You don't really stick something that big all the way inside a woman, surely," I protested.

"I surely do," came the reply. "You'll be surprised how much a woman's body will adapt to something like that. Even you, small as you are, would be able to accommodate me. You'll be surprised at what your body can do."

ME? Take something like that? He had to be kidding. Still, I couldn't help wondering, what would it be like? What was worse, my pussy seemed to be curious, too. I'll swear it was positively itching for something to soothe it. 

"Um, what would it be like, putting something like that inside me? Wouldn't it hurt?"

"Quite frankly, I don't know what it would be like. I've never had one inside me. As you're a virgin then it probably would hurt when it first goes in. You may not want to risk it. Perhaps find a boy with a smaller one."




Beauty



A boy with a smaller one? Didn't he think me capable of handling him? I damn well could if I wanted. 

"Um, even if I chose a boy with a smaller one, wouldn't it still hurt the first time?"

"Probably," he said, sounding amused, "but it wouldn't be me hurting you. I wouldn't want to do that."

I looked at his cock, standing there, and my pussy just seemed to twitch. I wanted it, and I wanted it now. He'd stirred me up. He could damn well finish the job.

"Do it."

"Say again?"

"Do it. I want you to. You've got me excited so it's your responsibility to go on and do it. You said I'm lovely and you want me. Prove it."

It felt good to be bossing him around. He might be reluctant but he was going to show me what to do.

He changed positions, pushing one of my legs off the couch and kneeling between my thighs. He reached down and touched my lips, spreading them. Then he moved forward. I gave a little squeak as I saw and felt his cock press against me, then he let go my lips and they just closed over him.

God, it felt strange. There was this big thick tube that just linked us together, seeming to just rise up out of him and disappear into me as though we were both one piece. Then he pushed.

I was a virgin, hymen intact, for about one more second. Then there was this horrible breaking feeling as something gave way, to be replaced by a weird but wonderful feeling as his cock slowly moved into me. 

I knew what he was going to do and I'd decided to just lie there and watch what happened, sort of an observer rather than a participant. That resolution lasted right up to the point where he popped my cherry. I gave a little yelp and started talking.

"That hurt. Is it going to hurt any more? Just how big is that thing? Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod. It feels strange. I can feel it stretching me out of shape. Why are you doing it so slowly? No! Don't do it faster. Ohmygod, that feels so strange."

And all the time he just kept on pushing his cock into me, and it just went on and on. But, I found, he was right. I could take it. It was filling me up rapidly but I always seemed to have just enough room for him to push it even deeper. It fitted tightly within me but I was all wet and it just seemed to slip on down, knowing where it was going, which is more than I knew, which was strange, seeing it was my body.

Finally I could see his hairy groin pressing against my nice smooth mons, feeling the scratchiness of him.

I lay back, feeling amazed. I had a cock in me. All the way inside me. I could feel it there. How did it feel? I wasn't sure. Different was the only way to describe it.

"So, how does that feel?" asked Peter.

"Ah, different?" I hazarded.

"Different bad or different good?" 

"Good," I decided. "Different good. Um, are you going to take it out now?"

"In a little while. First I need you to move with me."

With that he pressed against me and then pulled back a little. Then he pressed forward again, and withdrew again.

"Come on. Move with me. Press against me when I press against you."

He seemed to be doing alright by himself. I liked the way he moved against me. Still, if he wanted me to I'd push as well.

The next time he pressed against me I pushed up to meet him and knew at once why he wanted me to. It just felt so much better when we both pressed. There didn't seem to be any hurry in what was happening. Peter would just press gently in and then relax, pulling out a little. This went on and on and I loved it.

Eventually I found that he was taking longer and longer strokes. I could feel him pulling right back before stopping and driving in, his strokes nice and firm, matching the push I gave towards him.

I knew his hands were on my breasts, rubbing them, and it was nice, but not as wonderful as what his cock was doing to me. It would come plunging in, triggering all sorts of feelings, sending them rippling through me, then it would be pulling back for the next stroke. 

The tensions just kept on building within me. I was begging him to go harder and faster. Something was happening inside me and I wanted it, and I wanted it now.

I was almost at screaming point when Peter made this funny little sound and started banging into me extra fast. That was what I had been waiting for, even if I hadn't known it. I just caught fire, burning up around him, vaguely aware that he was still pulsing and throbbing inside me.

When I finally took notice of what was going on around me Peter was dressed and working with his cameras and computer. He smiled at me when he saw I was watching him.

"Better get dressed," he said. "I'll see you home."

Blushing, I scrambled into my clothes. I'd never seduced anyone before and I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do now. Because Peter didn't say anything, neither did I. I lived fairly close and didn't really need an escort home, but Peter was obviously a gentleman.

He left me at my front gate but had a final word for me.

"In the morning, I'll print out the best of the photos for you. Why don't you come over just after lunch and I'll let you have them."

With that he wished me goodnight, he went home and I went inside to bed. Oddly enough I slept like a log. Apparently a bit of late night exercise is good for you. 

I woke late the next morning. Memories of last night flooded through me. I almost writhed with embarrassment. How the hell could I have taken of my clothes like that and then seduced Peter? Thinking about it I just could not see how it had happened. It just all seemed like a good idea at the time. And what should I say when I collected my photos? Would he be expecting me to want more sex? Wasn't going to happen, I decided.

After lunch I wandered around to Peter's place. I didn't really want to go and damn near didn't, but I really did want those photos for my portfolio. And to make sure that none of the ones that I suspected may have shown a bit too much were included. Or existed at all. I wanted his PC wiped of them. 

I knocked and Peter seemed pleased to see me. He didn't make any suggestive remarks or look me over the way men normally do, just welcoming me and inviting me in.

He led me through to the kitchen where a dozen or so large photos were scattered around on the kitchen table. I looked at them and I'm like, wow! I knew I was gorgeous but these make me look positively angelic. I started leafing through them, exclaiming at each new photo, only vaguely aware of Peter talking.

"I thought these best represented the type of image you would want to display," he said. "There are a number of excellent pictures, just not quite in keeping with these. I printed one of those in case you wanted to see it."

I knew the sort of picture he hinted at and I couldn't help myself. I had to know what it looked like. Peter went away while I continued looking through the photos, marvelling at how wonderful I looked. Then Peter came back and tossed one more picture onto the table. I grabbed for it.

Now it was true that the photo looked wonderful. Or at least, I looked wonderful in the photo, but ye gods and little fishes. You could see everything. My blouse was off and my skirt bunched around my waist. My panties were missing. Talk about putting it all out there. Damned if I know how he managed to take that shot.

"While an extremely good photo," said Peter casually, "it has one serious drawback."

"I know. I'm naked."

"No," he said, laughing. "With someone as lovely as you that is not a drawback but a bonus. No, the problem is, if anyone sees that photo while you're standing nearby, this sort of thing is going to happen."

With that he calmly lifted up my dress and pulled my panties down. He must have already undone his trousers because his cock was right there, pressing against my pussy. I'm like, "What? What? What?" and expected him to start easing himself into me, even though I hadn't said he could.

Ha! He just pushed in quite roughly, and I can feel his cock absolutely charging up and into me. I wasn't ready for it at first and it felt rough and dry, then my pussy got the message and I juiced up with amazing speed. It was still an awfully rough and ready way to take a girl.

"What are you doing?" I said in a sort of wail.

He was fully in me by this stage and I felt uncomfortably stretched and filled. 

"I'm just demonstrating what would happen if people found that photo in your portfolio," he said calmly. "Can you handle this sort of thing happening this way?"

I was irritated. I'm quite sure prospective employers wouldn't jump me like this just because they found a nude photo of me.

"Men wouldn't do that to me," I snapped at him, "and you know it. And if they did I could handle it. Now take it out."

"Ah, so you can't take it," he said, and I could swear he was quietly gloating.

"Yes, I damn well can," I retorted.

"I see. Does that mean I have to take it out or that I continue to ravish you?"

I wasn't backing down. I could already feel myself adjusting and settling around his cock. I could handle this without any problems.

"You go right ahead and ravish away," I told him. "I can handle anything you dish out."

It seems that there is a small flaw in my immaculate beauty. I have a big mouth. Peter took me at my word and started on me. I guess I was still a little dreamy-eyed after last night and that first delicious time. Even though he'd pushed in roughly I was expecting more of the same. More fool me.

He pulled back and slammed back into me, driving in hard and fast right from the world go. No gentle hint that I should be moving with him. Instead I got a slap on the bottom and told to hump it. I was yelping and squealing and gasping, trying to adjust my mind set. When I finally calmed down a little the situation hadn't really changed, apart from my participation.

I was bent over the kitchen table with my panties around my knees. Peter was behind me, his cock well and truly making hay while the sun shone. He was pounding into me like a mad thing, really driving home. My participation now consisted of me gasping, "ah, ah, ah," as my bottom bounced frantically, desperate to keep up with him.

I now know what it would be like to run the mile. I'm sure my poor bouncing bottom did the equivalent of it as Peter just kept on driving into me. I had this belief that the harder and faster the man goes the shorter the time he takes. Someone had failed to tell Peter of this. He just kept on going, enjoying my body and taking full advantage of it. 

It turned out that my body knew the short and sweet rule. Peter was pounding and I was pushing to meet him and my arousal was up and running riot. I had no control over what was going on and Peter just pushed me right over the edge.

I screamed as I climaxed, shaking all over, and Peter just laughed and kept on going. He kept on taking me, still going strong when my climax died away, and I could feel myself winding up for a second bout. 

I was almost screamingly ready for another climax when Peter started cheating. I don't know what he was doing but something was different. I found myself just hovering on the edge of my climax, not quite making it, while Peter continued having his fun.

I found myself screaming, "Peter, please," as he took me, dying on my feet while he held off. I was actually grateful to the swine when he finally let rip, having his climax and letting me finally have mine.

The next thing I knew I was still leaning on the table, staring at the photos. My dress was in place and my panties had been pulled up. If it wasn't for the general feeling of well-being and lassitude and the stickiness between my thighs I might just have dreamt that anything had taken place. 

Peter reached over and lifted the nudie off the table. 

"You definitely don't want this included when you show your parents the photos," he said. "I'll keep this safe for you."

I gathered up the other photos, sliding them into a folder that Peter gave me.

"Um, I'd rather that that photo and the computer image were both deleted," I said carefully.

"Oh, really? Um, why don't you drop around tomorrow sometime and you can check out all the images? You can then delete all the ones you don't like in one go." 

Sounded good in theory, but what about the practice. I was suddenly not so sure that I'd been the one doing the seducing last night. I couldn't put my finger on just what had happened but I was sure that Peter had somehow stage-managed the whole thing. This afternoon's little bout had been out and out rape. Well, it would have been if I hadn't told him to go ahead and do it. 

"Um, if I come around tomorrow to look at the pictures, are you going to try to, um, you know what I mean."

"Will I try to remove your panties and ravish you?" he asked blandly. "Certainly not. Give me credit for some imagination. No, I think that what I'll do is remove one photo every time you take off an item of clothing. When you're totally naked I'll let you take off my clothes. After that I'll just lie back and see how well you can ravish me."

He had to be fucking kidding me.

"Do you seriously think I'll go along with that?" I demanded.

"Yes, I do. You think so, too. I can tell from the way you're blushing that you're wondering how you ravish a man."

I grabbed my photos and bolted. I was not going back the next day. I really wasn't.



Beauty



I don’t know why I’m here.

My mistress traded me away tonight saying that she was fed up with me, that she had fallen out of love with me. That hurt. As a slave you come to depend on your master, on the love that they give or withhold, the pain they give and then take away.

It hurt to know that I could be treated like a piece of garbage; tossed to the curb when no longer useful.

She’d given me to her friend; sometimes during our long sessions she would talk about her friend.

Lyra.

Lyra was supposedly new to the dark games of slavery and submission and my mistress had given me into her inept hands.

So here I am, waiting. I’m standing in a large bedroom that is dark and cool with a four poster bed surrounded by diaphanous black cloth dominating the room. I don’t know where she is but I can feel eyes on me it makes the trench in my back grow cold and the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Quite suddenly I see something appear to emerge from the wall and come towards me, in the dim light of the room I can make out a womanly shape clad in all black.

Closer and closer I can feel the shift in the air currents as she approaches, those little puffs of wind carry her scent up to my nose. Roses, I know the scent, roses and a deeper, musky spice that comes from her alone.

She steps in front of me less than three feet away. She’s beautiful with long dark hair that she has left loose falling in spiral waves to her hips, her dark eyes pierce me, strip me as if in these first few moments she has acquired all the knowledge about me that she will ever need. The shadows in the room play on her face highlighting her cheekbones allowing me to see that she is young.

With a slight smile curving one side of her lush mouth she gracefully walks about me. I have to remember the etiquette that I learned at the hand of my former mistress so I bow my head letting my long black hair fall forward to cover my face.

I gasp involuntarily when I feel one cold fingertip against the exposed nape of my neck she traces it down from the hairline to the collar of my black t-shirt. With light teasing motions her hands flit about my body touching my broad shoulders, my back, as she comes back around to face me her hands trace the ridges of my stomach. She brings one hand up crooking her finger under my chin pushing up so that we can meet eyes.

I have to keep my head down a little as I’m taller than her. It never fails to make ordinary people wonder what could make a man like me, so big and strong, be held captive by a tiny woman? Why, when I could easily escape? What makes me stay now, is it the thrill of the unknown or the thought that maybe this new mistress might be the one to love me, love me enough to break me and still keep all the pieces?

She brings up her right hand still keeping her left one under my chin as she fans her fingers out so gracefully to let them slip over my face, down my brow, the bridge of my nose and my lips.

She’s turning me on. I can feel the blood pool in my cock making it pulse and throb.

“You’re quite the beauty.” She whispers her voice low and seductive. I could cum to that voice alone whispering to me in the middle of the night. Her hand travels from my face down my throat to my chest where she lays her hand over my heart. 

I’d never felt anything so intimate as this, her hand over my heart feeling the lifeblood course through me. Usually my former masters would tie me up, whip me, and then, depending on their mood, let me cum through masturbation in front of them or by physical sex. None of them had ever touched me like this before; as if they savored the feel of me, none of them praised my beauty only my tolerance for pain and my incredible endurance.

The pressure of her hand on my chest becomes heavier as she begins to walk me backward pushing me up against a bare wall of the room. Her fingers dig into the waistband of my jeans pulling my t-shirt up over my head. I hear a soft sigh come from her as she admires my skin and muscle tone. Taking one step back she says in the same sexy whisper. “Remove your pants, slowly.”

I do as she says slowly slipping the jeans over my hips and off my legs until I stand in my black boxers waiting for her next command. 

I have to admit I thought she’d be like all the others stripping me and whipping the flesh from my back before a bout of wild mindless fucking but this way, this slow sensual way, made my heart pound in excitement and all my limbs to tremble with the electric air of anticipation.

When I looked back up at her I noted her slim, compact body dressed in a black catsuit, her feet were bare with the tiny nails painted black. I wanted her in a way I had never wanted anyone else.

“Take them off.” At her words I shed the boxers in the same slow manner until I stood naked and vulnerable to her. I couldn’t stop the shaking of my limbs; it was like it was the first time I had ever submitted before, not knowing what to expect.

“Raise your arms, not too high.” When I had done as she said Lyra came up to me taking my thick wrists in her hands and placing a black leather cuff over each tightening the leather so that I was held pinned with my back to the wall.

Lyra pressed herself into me leaning against me so that I could feel her breasts against my chest, the way her ribcage expanded with each breath her hands cupped my face. “I love your green eyes.” Her thumbs grazed my lips as I watched her eyes drop down to look at my mouth. “Your lips.” Her hands went into my hair, she pulled a lock of it out from behind me to inspect the glossy raven color before her hands delved into the thick mass as she pulled it, her hands fisted at the nape of my neck causing such sweet agony. “Kiss me. Kiss me, slave.”

And I did though her hands never let up the pressure on my hair. I kissed her brutally hard with my tongue in her sweet mouth meeting hers as she pulled away she bit into my lower lip breaking the tender skin.

“Oh no,” She watched as a small drop of blood welled up on my lower lip. When she brought her lips to mine I expected more pain but instead she placed her lips on mine very lightly with the tip of her tongue licking up the blood. “You taste very good.”

She stepped away then cocking her head to the side as she stared at me. “No one has ever told you the truth have they?” I couldn’t believe that she was actually talking to me I could barely think after those searing kisses she gave me. My cock was thick and hard with the head seeping pre-cum all I wanted was to be inside her. I hoped that she wouldn’t make me jerk off.

Suddenly I felt my cock grabbed and the sensation forced me out of my reverie. “Have they?”

I tried to open my mouth to speak but I was unable to.

It was then I felt a stinging slap on the side of my face. It brought tears to my eyes, no one had ever slapped me before it was always with a whip or once even a cane, never with their bare hand.

Lyra sidled up to me one of her arms worming underneath my back as she moved her other hand from my cock up to my chest. She kissed the side of my face where she had slapped me.

There were so many sensations to handle all at once; the slap, the softness of her lips, the heat of her body pressed into mine, her hand on my chest once again, her scent.

She reached up to touch one glistening tear moving so that she was now standing in front of me I saw her place her finger in her mouth tasting my tears. My cock was so hard, I had never been so hard before, so full of need and desire. Burning with lust.


Lyra raised her arms her fingers for one brief moment tangled with mine, she continued sliding them down my bound arms, down my ribs, to my nipples which she pinched softly and then harder making me moan and arch my body up to brush against hers.

“The truth is, I won you. I saw you and wanted you. No one knows what you need better than I do.” Through a haze of pain her words reached my very soul. “No one else can give you what you need.”

She bit the side of my neck with her sharp white teeth. I was so close to cumming the seed boiling in my balls threatening to spill over at any moment.

She licked the spot where she had bitten me before she backed up causing me to moan pathetically thinking that she would leave me now, alone and unsatisfied.

Slowly, sensually Lyra reached up to slide the straps of her bodysuit down her shoulders pulling the fabric down so I could see her small firm breasts with the dark nipples. As the black fabric was removed I felt a part of myself being removed along with it. I was baring my soul to Lyra. Lyra, who wanted me, who had seen me and coveted me from afar. I was broken open for her.

She stood before me for a moment then turning she walked to the bed drawing back the bed curtains she sat at the foot of the bed, perched on the edge.

Lyra bent over touching her feet letting her dark hair fall to the floor before she slowly started to rise up her hands moving over her ankles, calves, knees so that when she straightened her knees were spread and her hands were caressing her inner thighs.

It was my hands on her body. I could practically feel the silky texture of her skin as her hands moved closer and closer to her shaved cunt. My mouth watered for a taste of her sweet cunt I actually strained against the cuffs that bound me wanting to be the one who touched her so badly. This was the worst form of torture that I had ever had. This was what hell was, a vision of loveliness so close that you can smell it, feel the heat of it, but never touch it. I was stretched on a wire of pure ecstasy that had pain on either side of it. The cuffs dug into my skin.

“Please, mistress,” She had me begging. Begging for one touch, one taste of her, if I could only lick her hand I would have taken it and have been glad.

“Do you want to be here, my beauty?” Her silky voice was like knives raking my very soul.

“Yes, mistress.” I could see her slippery wet slit the way her fingers danced about the edges of her cunt darting into the wetness only to pull away.

“Do you think you can make me cum?”

I’d make her scream. 

I nodded.

She got up walking back to me she wrapped her arms about my neck her naked flesh burning the length of my body. The seeping head of my cock was trapped between her hot thighs. She caressed my abused cheek before reaching up to undo the cuffs freeing my arms her body arched against mine. Between one breath and the next I had her pinned against the wall, I could hear her breath, feel it on my neck. My hands moved down her arms feeling the silkiest skin I had ever touched. Touching her was like committing a sin. 

My hands grabbed her hips picking her up off the floor; her hands came back around my neck. We stared each other in the eye as I plunged deeply inside of her. She threw her head back crying out; she was so tight, virginal really, and burning hot inside. I wanted to go deeper inside her to reach the very depths of her.

I began slow, easy strokes that quickly eroded my control and it wasn’t long before I was slamming into her trapping her lips with mine, eating her cries, I loved her.

I moved my head to her breasts which she offered up to me by arching forward taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking the tender flesh. Her cries were loud as I slammed her up against the wall with my pounding strokes. Her hands were in my hair, her eyes locked to mine when she came on a scream her head back with my mouth on her throat feeling the vibrations through her flesh as I kissed her there.

I tasted blood in my mouth knowing that we had reopened the cut on my lip that she had given me. Her hands moved from my neck down my waist to my hips and ass she urged me to go harder with breathless whispers and moans.

This was slavery at its best, when the lines could cross and the master was for one moment the slave and both found equal fulfillment.

She had broken me, taken me in her hands and loved every piece.

When I came inside her I almost blacked out from the incredible release. We lay there still against the wall with her legs about my hips, her arms on my waist I could feel the spasmodic shudders of her cunt still milking my cock.

After a long moment I held her more tightly to me and carried her over to the bed. We fell into the soft confines of the blankets still tangled with each other, my cock burning inside her cunt.

This was beyond slavery games, beyond submission. Somewhere we had fallen off the path and could only cling to the other. 

It was love that made us more than slave and mistress.

It was love that would put us on equal footing and I knew as I held her closer it would be love when I placed her in the cuffs.



Beauty And All Her Beasts



This story is told in the first person by two voices. The first voice is that of Professor Tate, a horny college professor who takes advantage of his pretty young students. The second voice is Elsie’s; you can guess who she is.

Part 1: Dr. Tate

Sonia Kim, my beautiful Korean secretary brought me a fresh drink and sat down opposite me. Her short skirt rode up her thigh giving me an excellent look at her prominently exposed white skin. Her smooth legs were long and lean. Her jet black hair was shoulder length and framed her narrow brown eyes that slanted in the Asian style just enough to give away her origin, but not so over powering to make her look cheap. Her small breasts were free and bobbed slightly beneath the sheer blouse. Her rose colored nipples winked at me with their large areoles. Sonia smiled acknowledging the affect she was having on me… the affect she always had on me.

“Are you sure Jack is bringing her?”

“Yes, Professor Tate. He said he may be a few minutes late but that he would have her with him.” There was no detecting an accent despite her being raised by a full-blooded Korean mother and an American GI stepfather. 

“It’s very important that we convince Elsie to do this. Mr. Alberto insists we get her and he promises to be very generous with his payment this time if we can procure her to do the film.”

“We will do our best Professor, stop worrying. We have never failed you before.”

“Yes, Sonia, that is true. But there is always a first time.”

For a certain number of years now I had supplemented my salary with a growing hobby of mine-pornographic videos. Through a variety of rich connections that paid handsomely for these private “fuck films” I had financed a nice house with a video lab and many rooms furnished with hidden cameras, which could work even in the dark. I added Ms. Kim two years ago to my staff. She held a degree in business applications as well as being trained by her Korean mother in the ancient Asian arts of lovemaking and kinky sex. Jack came to us last year. He was an assigned and accepted graduate assistant who appealed to some of the younger coeds looking to fulfill that gap between high school sweethearts and the man the were going to marry. Jack was 6’2” of pumped muscle and great hair. Jack Ward was intelligent, blue-eyed, and chiseled beyond compare. Many of the female faculty had been seduced by his charms and openly bragged about his prowess with his tongue, fingers, and cock. I may have had full bragging rights on my full size- twelve extremely thick inches - but Jack had youth and good looks on his side where as I relied on age and experience. Although I was fit for my age, I was past my prime for endurance, but the “old dog” still had a number of tricks to make the young girls swoon.

The doorbell rang and Sonia flashed a shot of her shaved kitty in my direction as she got up to go and let our guests in. Ms. Kim escorted Elsie and Jack into the living area and gestured toward the large leather couch. Elsie was dressed casually in a tight t-shirt that accentuated her small yet firm breasts. Her dirty blond mop was tied up in something I’d heard girls call a “Pebbles” style. Her flared jeans were of the hip hugger cut and rested extremely low on her boyish hips. Her face was always well scrubbed and she wore little make-up. Her eyes were those of an innocent next door that every high school boy’s dream of boffing in the back seat of dad’s car one day; or taking home to show off to mom and then marrying to live happily ever after.

“Thanks for inviting me Professor Tate.” Her voice was musically light on the ear. When she spoke it was obvious how young she was. Elsie, it seems, was a child prodigy on the violin and was attending our fair university on a Carnegie scholarship. Having graduated from her high school early, it was easy to forget how young and naïve she really must be. Her beauty was a distraction from her intelligence that she had demonstrated time and time again on her English essays in my class. She showed extreme maturity with style, mechanics, and opinion. Her research was impeccable and her literary support was first rate. I found my self at times getting a raging hard on just thinking about how good it would feel to fuck this young lady while possibly discussing Dante’s Inferno, or the Sexual Allusions in The Canterbury Tales.

“You’re very welcome dear child. I must say what a delight it was to read your essay on Madame Bovary and your comparison of the antagonist to Lady Chatterley. Although I must say I do disagree with your thesis.”

“Why is that Professor?” she asked. She took a drink from Sonia who handed glasses to both she and Jack who was now seated beside Elsie and had an arm around her back but sitting on the couch not her shoulder.

“Unlike Madame Bovary, Lady Chatterley proved my own opinion that deep at heart all women are sluts. Please excuse my choice of words, I do not use the term in a detrimental manner, but as a descriptive of the desires that secretly control all women if they’re willing to let the ‘genie out of the bottle’.” Elsie was staring into my eyes; there had been a slight twinkle when I used the word “slut”, but she quickly changed back to the stolid, innocent.

“Why Professor, that is just not true. Women are not so easily seduced to barbarism or such base activity. Only loose morals could make a woman do such things. Don’t you agree Jack?”

Jack paused and looked about. Then he smiled, shook his head, and spoke. “Afraid not Elsie, I happen to agree with Dr. Tate on this one. In my own experience I haven’t found any woman who, under the right circumstances didn’t crave it, beg for it even.”

“Ms. Kim…. Surely you agree with me.”

“Sorry. But the Professor has proven to me that what he says is the truth. There isn’t a woman out there that wouldn’t do anything, and I do mean anything, to please her man just to feel the ultimate orgasm again and again.”

Elsie looked back at me. One eyebrow rose slightly and she took a sip of her wine. She looked around at everyone, set her drink down and defended her opinion.

“Well, I for one don’t believe that women can be so base and allow themselves to be used in such a manner.”

“Are you willing to bet on it Ms. Williams?”

“Bet on it? What do you mean Dr. Tate?”

“Are you willing to bet that a woman, such as, say, yourself, couldn’t be persuaded to be on her knees begging for her lovers cock… or more? In, say, twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes? Impossible. No way.”

“I can. I can have you begging me to fuck you in twenty minutes.” Elsie visibly looked shocked at the suggestion, disgusted even.

“I… I can’t believe… I… I don’t know what…” she was sputtering for words. Her mind couldn’t seem to get a grasp on what was happening.

“May I Dr. Tate?” Sonia interrupted. I gestured for her to continue. “Maybe if I had a few minutes alone with Ms. Williams.”

“By all means.” I said. “Mr. Ward, how about we retire to the smoking room with our drinks.” Jack rose, patted Elsie on the shoulder, and smiled at her and the two of us departed, leaving the ladies to discuss the situation.

End part 1

Part 2: Elsie

I kept myself from crying until Professor Tate and Jack left the room, then I burst into tears. Kim came over to me.

“Don’t cry, honey,” she said, stroking my hair. “Men. They are all the same.”

I pushed Kim’s hand away and wiped my eyes.

“You agreed with them!”

“I had to. Professor Tate would fire me if I ever disagreed with him. He hates it when females do that. It’s all right with him for males to disagree with his ideas but not females.”

“Oh my God! He is the worst sexist in the world.”

“Yes.”

I explained to Kim that I was so upset because I had thought Professor Tate was wonderful, so brilliant and handsome and charming, and he knew everything about poetry. I even had a huge crush on him and when he invited me to his house I thought it was going to be like an intellectual tea party he was having, and I was so proud that he asked me to come, and it turns out he is just a disgusting sexist. And Jack was just as bad.

“I know it is terrible. I have to live with it every day,” Kim said, sadly. “He thinks we are all sluts at heart and that men accomplish everything that is worthwhile.”

I got angry then.

“Really? What would he say about Martha Washington?”

“Well….”

“What about Mrs. Lincoln?”

“Double well on that one, honey.”

“Okay, how about Emily Dickinson?”

“I know what he would say about her. He has said it a hundred times. He thinks she never got to be a slut because she had to stay in her room all the time and so she channeled all her slut energy into writing.”

“Oh, my God! I don’t believe this. All right, what about Joan of Arc?”

“That’s a good one, sweetie. I think you have him there. Here, Elsie, have a little more of this wine. I think you can use it.”

I took the glass from Kim and drank it down. I don’t like wine at all, to be honest, and it burned going down my throat, but I did like the buzzing feeling it gave me. I felt a little better somehow but just as mad at Professor Tate.

“I’d like to wring his neck.”

“Hmmmm,” Kim said, thoughtfully. “Well, you can’t ring his neck but there is something that you could do.” 

“What?”

“Oh nothing, just a thought. Forget it.”

“No tell me.”

“Well, suppose you took his bluff. He wants you to do sexy poses, like a slut would do, for twenty minutes and he thinks if you do that it will bring out the real slut in you and that when the twenty minutes are up you will beg him to fuck you. That’s his big theory.”

Kim’s description made my cheeks hot. “Yes, I know. The dope.”

“Right, and you can prove he is a dope. I mean if you did those poses who do you think would be begging for sex? Let’s face it, honey, you are a piece of ass. You would make them so hot they would be begging you and you would laugh at them. You would make them look like fools and then you would walk right out of here and leave them panting with their frustration. And by doing that you would prove that females are stronger than males when the chips are down.”

I could hardly breathe. 

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am serious.”

“You are serious?”

“Yes, honey.”

“Kim, I couldn’t do that in a million years,” I said, feeling all shaky inside. 

I noticed that Kim was taking glances at my breasts. I looked myself and saw the reason. My nipples were hard and they were poking out in my top like two little badboys. That happens to me sometimes when I get mad and it is very annoying, I mean having your nipples get hard and tingly when you are being angry about something and need to think.

“Of course you couldn’t do it. Sorry, I was just thinking about how great it would be to put Professor Tate is in his place, you know, prove to him that he is wrong about females and that he is just a bigot and a sexist. I would get such satisfaction from that after the way he has treated me. Would you like some more wine, honey?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Kim filled my glass up again and I drank half of it. I could understand her point of view completely. I would love to make Professor Tate pay for his sexism myself, I thought.

“What would I have to exactly do you think?”, I said.

“Oh let’s not even get into that,” Kim said.

“No really, tell me.”

“Well, you would have to pose. That’s what he is talking about. You know, posing like a sex model right here on the floor. No one would be able to touch you or anything.”

“So I would have to, like, take off my clothes.”

“I think that’s the idea, honey.”

“My panties, too?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.”

I shivered at the thought. It was soooo disgusting. But my stupid nipples liked the idea.

“And you might have to talk.”

“Talk?”

“You know, he might want you to say naughty things, like ‘gosh, Professor Tate, I am dying to suck your cock’. His idea would be that if you talk like a slut that will help bring out your sluttiness. Do you like to suck cocks? Just curious.”

I turned red at that question and looked at the floor.

“I’ve never done it,” I mumbled. “The only person I ever had sex with was my dentist.”

“You don’t say.”

It was true. I told Kim how it had happened. My dentist kept making these appointments for me to get my braces adjusted, but it wasn’t my braces that got all of his attention. He would put me out with anesthesia and then screw me in the dentist chair and I never knew about it at all until one day I woke up in the middle of being screwed. At least I found out that it wasn’t the anesthesia that had made me tingle all over on bus rides home from my appointments. Plus I had really straight teeth now.

“I guess I could talk if I had to,” I said, but Kim could see that I was worried.

“It would be for the cause, Elsie. You would be a heroine for females everywhere if you could put a sexist like Professor Tate is his place. He even writes articles about women being inferior and unable to stand up for themselves, did you know that?”

“Oh, my God. He is so awful. Hmmmm, do you think Joan of Arc would do it if she were here, in my place I mean.”

“Well, she was brave enough to do it, that’s for sure. I don’t know, honey, are you brave enough, do you think?”

“I’m brave, Kim. I really am. But...but suppose I did weaken. I have had all this wine to drink. No, no, I would never weaken that far, but, I don’t know, the idea makes me very nervous, Kim. I mean I am totally nervous now.” 

“I tell you what, if you feel you are weakening, just think about Joan and your strength will return to you. Gosh, honey, I would respect you so much if you could do it.”

Suddenly, I felt calmer. I looked at Kim and our eyes met.

“Okay, I’ll do it, for the cause,” I said.

“For the cause,” Kim said.

Before we brought the men back in, I changed my clothes. Kim pointed out that what I was wearing wasn’t suitable for posing, so she got some of her things from a bedroom and told me to put them on.

“If you’re wondering why I have some of my clothes here it is because the professor makes me have sex with him if I want to keep my job,” Kim said, giving me a sad look.

“Oh, he is the worst. I just hate him. Don’t worry, Kim, I will teach him a lesson he won’t forget!”

I had to admit that the clothes were cute. I stripped down to my panties and bra and put on a tan skirt that fit snugly on my bottom and flared out, hemming several inches above my knees, a white blouse with a scooped neck and three buttons down the front and little ruffles sleeves that ended just below my shoulders, and a pair of black and tan heels that I wore barefoot. Kim and I were standing side by side when the men returned. Professor Tate merely glanced at me, as if he wasn’t at all surprised that I was dressed up for his immoral poses. It made me mad as anything! Kim told the men that I had accepted Professor Tate’s challenge. I didn’t say anything. I just nodded that yes, I would do it. Then I gave Professor Tate a glare to let him know what I thought of him. I gave Jack a glare, too.

The professor took a black timer out of a cabinet and put it on the coffee table.

“I’ll set the timer for twenty minutes, Elise. You will pose according to my directions. No one may touch you. You will not be required to touch yourself, only posing and perhaps a few choice lines I may have you say.

When the timer rings after twenty minutes, you will have two choices. You may turn the timer over on its face, meaning you have no interest in being fucked, or you will reset the timer for two hours, meaning Jack and I will have non stop sex with you at our pleasure until the timer rings again, and Kim may join in if she chooses. Is that clear?”

I was red with anger. “Yes,” I said, coldly.

End part 2

Part 3: Dr. Tate

Kim gave Elsie a refilled glass and I watched as Elsie defiantly kicked in back in one long surge. I pulled out my 35mm Nikon from the entertainment center and placed in around my neck. Jack and Kim moved the coffee table opening the living area up into a large white fantasy arena of shag carpeting- soft and inviting. I had Elsie stand in the middle while Jack and Kim retired to an area not far from “the action.” They both sipped from their drinks. Kim rested her head upon Jacks shoulder. He turned to her and they kissed – long and hard. When their mouths parted they watched as I began to put Elsie through her paces.

I had Elsie stand in the middle of the living area and told her to stare directly into the lens. The hatred on her face was obvious and made for such a sexy look on the young blond. I had her unbutton the blouse and hold it open. Unhook the bar and push it aside and hold the shirt in a manner making it obvious that her tits were inches from being seen. I had her turn around and drop the skirt ever so slowly while still looking back toward the camera. The skirt came down slowly until she let it hit the floor and I had her kick it away. The shirt was long enough that we could do the same with the panties. The skin of her buttocks was smooth and line free. Her ass was well shaped and defined. Her thighs strong and supple. 

Elsie was starting to crumble under the pressure and was hugging the shirt close to her body. Kim saw this and went to her. She handed her another glass of wine and whispered something in her ear. Elsie slammed back the wine in her throat, stared me down, and handed the empty glass back to Kim. With the determination of a martyr she looked me square in the face and with defiance said. “Well, Dr. Tate? Is this all there is?”

I smiled at my young naïve charge.

“No, my sweet child, we are just warming up. Please remove your remaining clothes and stand with your hands at your side.” The look on her face changed to one of a deer caught in headlights- terrified.

She pulled the shirt off and allowed the bra to fall to the floor behind her.

“Close your eyes please.” She did so but was visibly shaking out of fear of what was about to happen. Her breasts were small yet pert and firm. Her stomach was flat and her boyish hips didn’t swell much. However, her legs were toned and taunt and her pubic hair was well maintained clipped short. I changed the tone of my voice and began to whisper to her as I moved closer to her and started to walk around her beautiful naked figure.

“How does it feel, my dear lovely Elsie? How does it feel to be standing in a room, naked as the day you came into this world. Your lovely breasts free to the air and the sight of people you have grown to know and respect. How does it feel to know that your nude body is being looked at, admired and desired by every person in the room. Yes, even Sonia… even Ms. Kim herself. You did not imagine your young confidant might find you physically attractive did you? And why not? You are most gorgeous. Most beautiful. You are youth and innocence personified. Every human being wants to love and be love, desire and to be desired… as you are now.”

“Feel the air on your skin. Feel my breath on your neck as I speak to you. Feel their eyes piercing your darkness as they admire what they see. Feel the warmth as your body defies you and you feel something stirring in your nipples that are already now hard, your chest as your breasts begin to swell from your breathing, the moisture between your legs which you even now are trying to keep from penetrating the muscles of your cunt.

“Keep your eyes closed and drop down to your knees sweet child.“ I began to snap pictures of her. “Place your hands on the floor… keeping your eyes closed.” I motioned to Jack and Kim. They immediately came out of their clothes and came over to Elsie. They lay down next to her and immediately began kissing, touching each other, moaning to the touch of the other. 

“Do you hear that? Do you hear the sounds of sex? Do you hear the sounds of desire… and the fulfillment of desire? You want to see don’t you? You want to see what they are doing. You want to feel them. Feel their desire, their fulfillment. But you are in darkness. Like what you think of sex- darkness. Spread your legs apart… wider.” Click! The camera whirred as I took pictures. “See, your body is telling your true story. Your sweet pussy is wet with need. Your clitoris is hard and distended. You want so badly to touch it… or have someone touch it… suck it… fuck it. You want to feel their cock in your hand. Feel their hardness and stick it against your hot clit. You want to stick it in your mouth to show your hunger… your need. You want it so bad that you can hear it next to you.




Beauty And All Her Beasts



“Hear it? Hear the slopping of a cock in a woman’s mouth. Hear her moans as she is opened by knowing fingers, as her pussy is spread wide and invaded by objects of passion? Feel their heat emanating so closely to where you are on your hands and knees waiting- waiting to have your holes filled… waiting until you think you’ll scream… waiting… waiting… waiting…!”

The alarm filled the room and Elsie screamed.

“You may open your eyes.” I was on my knees before her face. My clothes were gone and my large fat cock was floating before her eyes. “What do you want, my dear?” I said. “What… do… you… want.”

Beside us Sonia was sucking Jack’s long thin cock while he fingered and licked Ms. Kim’s perfect cunt. Elsie glanced at them and then up at me with those eyes now misty with either desire or hate. Which would it be?

End part 3

Part 4: Elsie

About the last thing I remember is Professor Tate staring at me in my slut clothes as if I were an actual slut, and Jack staring too, and Sonia smiling at me and then saying, “it’s time, honey.”

I wished Sonia wouldn’t call me honey all the time. Didn’t she know it was distracting to a person to be called honey when she was trying to be like Joan of Arc. But Sonia was on my side (I thought) and was going to give me moral support in my assignment, so I didn’t want to be critical of her. I was shocked when right away she started making out with Jack. What kind of support was that? I finally realized that she must be doing it because Professor Tate ordered her and I just hadn’t heard him. I felt totally on my own.

After that everything is a blur for nine minutes and ten seconds. I know this because that is when I looked at the timer. The sight of Professor Tate’s cock in front of my face had brought me out of my trance or whatever it was that I had been in and I checked the timer to see much longer I had to go. Almost eleven minutes. I didn’t know if I could make it. I was hot all over. My nipples were driving me crazy. I won’t tell you what my darn cunt was doing. And there, inches from my mouth, was the most wonderful cock I had ever seen, not that I had seen that many. In fact, I had only seen one in real life, all the others I had seen in pictures; I had seen a lot of those. 

The Professor asked me if I wanted to give him a blowjob right then and there and not even wait for my twenty minutes to be up. Was he ever being pushy! But I felt a little sorry for his cock. I mean it was so hard. It really needed a blowjob; I could see that. And it wasn’t the cock’s fault that the professor was such a jerk. It would be so easy to open my mouth and bend forward a little. My heart pounded away and my nipples were giving me orders, trying to boss me into being the slut that the Professor said I was. Well, not so fast. I remembered Sonia’s advice. I thought of Joan to give me strength, only it didn’t. I guess that’s because I’m not a saint. I felt woozy with desire and I knew that Joan never would have felt woozy with desire so instead of giving me strength it made me feel even weaker to think about her.

“No,” I whispered. “No, no, I won’t. The time isn’t up yet anyway.” I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to look at Dr. Tate’s big cock tempting me and tempting me.

“Very well, then, my dear. Perhaps you are not ready yet for something as advanced as a big, hard cock.” 

He called Sonia over to us. She left Jack and knelt down beside me, smiling. Her face was flushed and her eyes were hot. She wasn’t doing a very good job for the cause, if you asked me.

“Lie back and show Sonia your cunt,” Dr. Tate said.

I took a deep breath and did what I was told. I hoped that Sonia would look at my stomach or my legs and only pretend that she was looking at my cunt but I could see she was looking right at it and as she did she licked her lips. Thanks a lot, Sonia, I said to myself.

“Open wider, honey,” Sonia said in a sexy voice. 

“Sonia, please don’t call me that,” I said. I opened my legs a little more.

“Wider, sweetie,” Sonia said.

“Sonia!” I opened my legs wider.

Sonia got down on her hands and knees and crawled between my legs. Then she lay on her tummy and put her face in front of my cunt.

“Sonia, what are you doing? Do you have bad eyesight?” I was becoming very concerned.

“Mmm mm,” Sonia said. “My goodness, she is like a little furnace. She is bathing my face in heat,” Sonia said. She sounded happy about it.

“Oh God,” I moaned. Now I was being embarrassed even more than I had been, plus my nipples were driving me out of my mind. They were telling me that if I didn’t rub them they would make me pass out with their tingling. I knew the rule was that they couldn’t touch me and they couldn’t make me touch myself, but no one had said I couldn’t touch myself if I wanted to. I looked up at Dr. Tate and asked him if it would be all right if I rubbed my nipples a little bit. I hated to do it but I couldn’t stand the tingles any longer. Then Sonia blew her warm breath into my cunt and I practically died on the spot!

“Oh!,” I gasped. I tried to close my legs but they just bumped against Sonia. She blew again, and again, and again.

“Yes, dear, excite yourself,” Dr. Tate said. “Sonia will breath fuck you, which is not touching of course and so is perfectly legal and while she fucks you with her breath you may rub your nipples. You understand, I am sure, that you are already lost. In a few minutes, if you last that long, you will turn the timer to two hours and then you will have your pretty brains fucked out and your cunt fucked out and your ass fucked out and your mouth fucked out.”

Dr. Tate was about as disgusting a sexist as ever lived. I totally hated him but the truth was I was dying for him to fuck me even though I couldn’t stand him, and I knew it would take all my will power to resist those two hours of sex but I thought if I could just give myself a little relief by rubbing my nipples I might be able to make it. Yes, I was sure that I could. I felt a new surge of confidence. I put my hands on my breasts and began rubbing both of my nipples at once. Mmmmmmmmm, oh that was better! 

I opened my legs nice and wide for Sonia, hoping that she would breath fuck me again. She didn’t! Instead she laughed at me and stood up and watched me, along with Dr. Tate and Jack, while I rubbed my nipples. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see them. I finally gave my nipples a hard pinch to make them behave and then I put my hands by my sides and opened my eyes and glanced at the timer. Only three minutes left. I can do this, I told myself.

“Honey, you are the wrong female for this mission,” Sonia said, laughing. She could see how hot I was.

I remembered then what my dentist, Dr. Darling, said after I woke up when he was screwing me in the dentist chair. He told me that it was all right for him to screw because sex is what I am made for. Why are some girls prettier than other girls, he asked. Well, his answer was that the prettier the girl is the more God intended her to have sex because being pretty was to attract men of course and you weren’t attracting them to have a conversation. If you were pretty, you attracted them to fuck you. That was nature, pure and simple. So if a girl was like a nine or a ten, she was at the top of the list for being made for sex and Dr. Darling thought I was in that category. I was flattered that he would say that about me but I disagreed with his theory. In fact, I disagreed with it so much I never let anyone screw me after that. But now Sonia was saying the same thing, it seemed, and it was beginning to make sense to me. The other problem I have besides being attractive is that my cunt gets too hot. I know it gets hotter than average, way hotter, so that was another argument in favor of me being made for sex. Dr. Tate was right. I am a slut. That is supposed to be my role in life, at least until I get too old for it. I mean why else do I look like this. Why else do I have a cunt like a furnace and nipples that could drive a person into an insane asylum.

I was still thinking about this with my eyes closed when I heard the timer ring. I looked up at my audience. No one said a thing. I gave them all a big frown and then I got up and went over to the timer and turned it for two hours.

End part 4

Part 5: Dr. Tate

Elsie walked determined to prove a point right up to my face. Her eyes were tortured with anger and hate. 

“I guess that means you win.” She spat at me.

“Why no my dear, it means you win as you shall soon see.” I answered her smiling my knowing smile. 

Before the poor girl could say anything else Jack was at her side pressing against her with his groin-grinding his hips against her hip. His lips attacked her neck and his tongue swirled around her lithe skin. Sonia was still on her knees and had crawled to her other side. Her practiced hands worked her legs and backside. Her lips kissed her opposite hip and across the top pf her thigh and down toward her knee. 

Elsie kept her eyes focused on me, staring, wanting to rip me to shreds. Slowly, ever so slowly, her eyes began to water and change. The light of hate dwindled and gave way to a shine of passion- of desire. I stripped off my remaining clothes and sat in a chair on the edge of the carpet to watch the show unfold. Naked I sipped my wine wand watched as my young charges allowed their passions to take over. Jack and Sonia were so adept at the art of love and all its devices.

Ms. Kim and moved Elsie about so that she had one leg thrown across her back. Sonia’s long talented tongue was busy spreading the folds of Elsie’s womanhood and seeking out the scent that was now filling the room. Jack was still working her neck, one hand caressing the small breasts, pinching the nipples lightly until they stood out hard and firm. His other hand was probing her haunches and dipping zealously between the cheeks of her well shaped ass. With each probe she sighed and pressed her hips forward. In doing so she implanted herself deeper on Sonia’s tongue that darted and searched, licking her clit and pressing as deep as she could into her wet lips.

Elsie was holding Sonia’s head for balance and as if to lead her on her carnal journey. Jack took one of those hands and placed it on his fat dick. Elsie was tentative at first but soon loosened up to grasp the impressive member and begin a naïve stroking of its shaft. Elsie was panting hard she was on the verge of an explosion thanks to the fine ministrations of Ms. Kim between her legs, and the expert work of Jack’s mouth on her breasts and his fingers on her hindquarters. The two of them held her up as the volcano inside her erupted and sent her body into quakes and shivers of orgasm. Elsie let out a long wail as her legs shook and her hips became wracked with spasms. Jack bite down on her nipple and she exploded even higher. Sonia split her cunt with two fingers deftly finding her G spot and she cried out louder as another wave hit her and she began to fall. Jack grabbed her torso and Sonia had her hips. Softly they lay her down and returned to their work. Sonia’s mouth now covered Elsie’s sex completely and her tongue delved deep and deeper still to taste the orgy virgin’s inner most sex. Elsie’s hips jerked beneath as her climax ebbed, but her nerves reacted to the violation of her womanhood by a foreign object.

Jack on the other hand was helping her work his cock. Her hand became more adept at its work and she held it firmly and allowed it to slide up and down until the fat purple head was disappearing inside her hand only to reappear through the closed fist. She stared at the massive organ wanting it in her mouth. She admired its size, although not as long as Dr. Tate’s or as thick, it was still an impressive tool. While Sonia continued to bring Elsie closer to another climax, Elsie pulled harshly on Jack’s cock to bring it closer to her mouth.

In a matter of seconds Elsie’s mouth was stretched wide as Jack’s cock penetrated her lips and she allowed as much as her gag reflex would stand to enter. Jack was holding the back of her head for support and literally face fucking her in a slow steady rhythm. Sonia on the other hand had three fingers all vying for the same space in her pussy that was now as wet as a dishrag straight from the sink. Elsie’s hips were whipping all about under Sonia’s mouth and fingers. She would have to take Jack’s fat dick out of her mouth to get air and to squeal her delight at the work Sonia was doing. She would reach down and pull on the Asian’s head pulling her tighter against her crotch. Then hungrily she would attack Jacks rod again. Her face pounding back and forth up and down the swollen shaft.

Then she came again- hard and loud. Her hips bucked and thrust. She had Jack’s dick in a death grip and jerked him back and forth hard. Jack’s breathing got heavy and soon he was spraying his load all over her breasts. Elsie began to pull at his cock and stick her tongue out to catch some of the salty come as it shot toward her face. She pulled the head between her lips to suck at the residue and waited for her spasms to ebb below her waist.

When she was done, she sat up looking toward Dr. Tate whose cock looked like a monster in his lap. She wanted to go to him but Sonia stopped her. 

“My turn,” she said and lay back while Elsie got to her knees. Sonia had Jack’s Cock and was pulling him now in the direction of her face. She opened wide and began to suck on Jack’s flaccid cock. She was reaching for Elsie, her hips were grinding the air. Her lips were glistening from all the pre-cum seeping around her hairless pubes. Elsie was torn. She wanted the Professor’s cock. But she knew Sonia had gotten her off twice now and wanted the same in return. She looked at Tate and he smiled, toasted her, and sipped his wine.

End part 5

Part 6: Elsie

I could tell from a couple of things that Dr. Tate said that he thought I was still mad at him, when I wasn’t mad at all. At least I wasn’t mad yet. I was going to be mad if he and Jack didn’t fuck me. Of course, Dr. Tate had no way of knowing about my revelation. It had been like a religious awakening except that in my case it was a slut awakening. After all my years of being prim and proper I had discovered my true destiny, which Dr. Darling had even told me about but I didn’t believe him at the time. 

I had suddenly realized, like a flash from heaven, that the reason I look way that I do is to make men want to fuck me. It is really that simple. Nature made me this way. I was born to be slut and here I had been denying my true self, plus a whole lot of fun. I guess I should have been pretty disappointed in myself for being so blind but what I really was thinking about was making up for lost time and opportunities.

Dr. Tate had seen the hot look in my eyes but didn’t understand what it was. Hmmmmm, well it was time to show him. Jack had fucked me good and Sonia had eaten me and made me cum twice. It was Dr. Tate that I wanted the most to fuck me, however, and I let him know that as I got down on my knees in front of him and took his cock in my hand.

“Is this for me?” I said in my cutest voice.

“Unless it’s too much for you,” he said in his snide voice. I loved it when he talked that way to me, like I wasn’t even good enough for him to fuck. I wouldn’t have loved it if he was serious, but he was taunting me and being taunted is a little bit like being fucked, as long as a person isn’t mean about it.

“Oh, well I will have to see how much it is then,” I said, and then I opened my mouth very wide and put out my tongue and licked the bottom of his cock, just the head of it. Then I licked it along the bottom of the shaft and then I sucked it. Mmmmmm, this is for me, I thought. I sucked at the big head like it was piece of candy and I put the tip of my tongue against the little cum hole. Dr. Tate was impatient. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock deep inside my mouth and into my throat. It took me a little while to get used to having such a gigantic thing in my mouth but seeing as I was born for this, I quickly adapted and pretty soon my head was going back and forth like a person who has been sucking cocks all her life.

I looked up at Dr. Tate. I wanted to smile at him but that is impossible to do when your mouth is stretched. Sonia and Jack were standing there, watching. Sonia smiled for me.

“Elsie you are excellent. I think you must be a natural born cocksucker, sweetie.”

It is so nice to get positive feedback. I decided I would give Sonia a treat for saying that to me as soon as I had the chance.

Then I felt Dr. Tate tense in my mouth. I thought he was going to cum! I guess he thought so too. Fortunately neither one of us wanted him to cum before he had a chance to fuck me. Dr. Tate pushed me way. He pushed me hard, causing me to fall back on the floor. The next thing I knew he was on top of me, opening my legs with his knees. He had a determined look on his face and I was pretty sure that I knew what he was determined to do. 

“Oh!”, I gasped as he pushed his cock deep inside me. He didn’t even kiss me first. He didn’t try to be gentle in any way. He just drove his cock into me and began fucking me. Actually, that is exactly what I wanted him to do. I lay there, just letting him do it and after a while I wrapped my legs around him and tried to fuck him back. He was too strong for me. I couldn’t keep up and so I finally stopped trying. I lay there gasping and moaning and twisting my head on the floor until I came. A little while after that, Dr. Tate spurted inside me and that made me cum all over again. I had no idea that I was so good at having orgasms until that afternoon.

When I got my senses back, I looked at Jack and my heart sank when I saw he was still limp. I looked at Dr. Tate but of course he was still limp too, having just fucked me a few minutes before. It made me cross that everyone was limp like that. I remembered that there had been a black guy cutting the lawn when I arrived and I wondered if he was still around but I didn’t know exactly how to raise this. Dr. Tate and his friends might think I was too naughty even for them if I asked them to bring the black guy in to fuck me. Maybe Dr. Tate had a dog, I thought. Good grief, what was going on in my brain? I guess I was about as far from being like Joan of Arc as a person can get. I sat up and reached for my clothes that were right there on the floor next to me.

“Your time isn’t up, Elsie,” Dr. Tate said.

“Yes, well neither are you professor,” I pointed out.

End part 6

Part 7: Dr. Tate

“I see we have an insatiable slut in our midst. I believe I can find something to help us in our time of need. In the mean time I think you should work on dear Ms. Kim there while she works on getting Jack back in playing condition.”

As I left the trio, Sonia was on her side her head furiously working at Jack’s limp member. Elsie was moving tentatively toward Sonia’s spread legs. Jack in the mean time had reached down and was deftly inserting two thick fingers into Elsie’s wet gaping hole. The last thing I saw was Elsie’s tongue sliding out of its sheath between her lips and her head moving downward toward Sonia’s smooth pussy.

Antwoine was working the heavy hedge cutter when I approached him in my robe. He shut off the motor, removed his safety glasses, and came my way. He knew what I wanted. There had been a few times when I wanted his special skills for a “party” I was throwing. Antwoine was not very tall, but extremely muscular. His cock was that of a freak. Probably twelve plus inches long and extremely thick. A petite thing in the psychology department had nearly choked her self to death trying to suck him down. Plus he had amazing stamina and control going hours at a time without coming- even anal.




Beauty And All Her Beasts



Antwoine smiled and pulled off his gloves and walked back with me to the house. He knew where our guests were playing and headed in that direction unsnapping his overalls as he went. I, on the other hand, had one more surprise in store for Miss Williams. When I returned Antwoine was standing over the entangled bodies of Sonia, Jack and Elsie stroking his massive cock and grinning like a sweating skull staring as they writhed and moaned. Ms. Kim deep throating Jack, Jack penetrating Elsie with three fingers now deep and hard, and Elsie sucking and licking at Sonia’s puss while Sonia guided her head with one hand.

My black gardeners’ grin turned into a near crazed sneer as he saw what I had with me. I led Bruno, my prize winning German Shepard in and tied him to the side of the room so he could see, hear, and smell. Not that I was actually going to use Bruno, but sometimes after a session like this Ms. Kim enjoyed a fast furious fuck. But who knows. Maybe Ms. Elsie might like to try our furry friend out for a furious fuck herself.

In the meantime, Sonia had released Jacks now hard cock and was cheering on Elsie during her obviously first cunnilingus session. Sonia held her head in a tight grip and purred and cooed as Elsie did her best to satisfy the Oriental beauty. It wasn’t easy though because Jack was still working her cunt with those fat digits at the same time and Elsie’s hips were dancing with each piston action of his wrist.

“Ohhhhh… yes, yes. That’s it Elsie, lick me there. Lick my hard clitty, lick it faster. Yes, mmm, yes. I’m gonna… I’m gonna… Uhhhhhhhhhh. Cum!” and with that she did. Sonia’s hips bucked and thrust. She held Elsie’s face against her crotch and Elsie lapped and sucked as hard as her tongue would work. Finally Sonia’s climax began to ebb and she released Elsie’s face. Elsie looked up and noticed me standing beside Bruno and then saw Antwoine and the giant bat in his hand. Her eyes went from curious wide… to shocked wide and then a film covered them as she began to internally imagine what that massive black cock was going to do inside her.

Elsie stood up still shaky from Jack’s administrations. She walked over to the grinning Antwoine. She turned to me and asked. “Is this for me?” she sounded like a kitten her voice so soft and child like. I just smiled and nodded. Elsie was able to take the huge cock, bend over, and lick the head with ease. What she couldn’t do was put her hand all the way around the thick circumference or place very much of it at a time into her mouth. Elsie did what she could and after a gesture from me, Antwoine picked up her tiny frame and basically implanted himself into her sopping cunt. Elsie let out a scream, but wrapped her legs around him nonetheless. It took some doing, but Antwoine worked it and worked it until he had the head of his rod inside her. He laid her on the carpet and continued to work her hole to widen it until he could bury another three inches. Elsie’s eyes were wide with terror and lust. Antwoine then scooped her up and turned her over so he was on his back and she could now use her own muscles to slowly take more of his thick dick inside her stretched cunt.

In the meantime Jack and Sonia watched. Sonia stroked Jacks long rod slowly and tenderly. Jack held her small breasts and kneaded her nipples now and then. Elsie grunted and groaned and cried out as she took more and even more of that huge cock inside her. Eventually she was able to build a rhythm and her tiny hips rose and fell and that giant log appeared and disappeared over and over.

“How does it feel Dear Ms. Williams?” I asked. “Is it everything you ever dreamed of? Can you feel your cunt stretched and tearing? Do you want to scream out in pain? Or cry out in ecstasy with each stroke? And what about Jack? How about his long cock up your ass? Do you think you can handle that?”

Elsie stared at me with anger and fear in her eyes. I simply smiled. The choice was hers of course. She'd have to make the decision. I would not force anything upon her. At least- not yet.

End part 6

Part 7: Elsie

Well, Antwoine was screwing me with his giant cock and I thought it was going to hurt like crazy but it didn’t. I guess if there was ever going to be proof that I was born to be slut it was my cunt that proved it. I mean a person can’t be a good slut if her cunt can’t do the job, right? I stretched and stretched and took in all of Antwoine’s great cock and he pumped me up and down on it as if he owned me. I saw this smirk on Dr. Tate’s face while he watched. I didn’t care. I even liked his smirk. It made me want to suck his cock and make him cum in my mouth, just to give his face something else to smirk about. Then I realized the Jack was behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders.

“I’m going to ass fuck you bitch,” Jack said, politely. 

By this time I was dizzy with excitement. I felt like my brain was on fire. I only wanted Antwoine to keep fucking me. I couldn’t really take in what Jack was saying. It wasn’t until I felt myself being lifted and placed on Jack’s lap while Antwoine kept his cock in my cunt that I understood what the guys were going to do. They were both going to fuck me at the same time!

I closed my eyes and held my breath. I felt Jack’s cock on my bottom. Then I felt it going in. At first I didn’t like it. But I was brave, just like Joan of Arc. I gritted my teeth and pretty soon the cock was deep inside me and Jack was lifting me up and down on it while Antwoine was screwing me in front, and I started to feel better. I started to feel great, as a matter of fact. I was moaning and panting and wanting to be fucked like this for the rest of my life. I opened my eyes and there was Dr. Tate standing in front of me holding his cock.

“You have one vacancy, my dear,” he said, as if I was a motel.

I opened my mouth and Dr. Tate stuffed his cock in me. Was this ever great! Sonia had the video out and I saw here now and then out of the corners of my eyes circling us with the camera. Antwoine suddenly tensed. His whole cock quivered inside me and then it spurted. I came at the same time and my little spurt mixed with his big one. My whole body was shaking. Dr. Tate pulled his cock out of my mouth. I think he was afraid I might bite him or something the way I was carrying on. Jack came next. He filled my bottom up with his hot cum and the feeling of his cum flooding into me set me off again. Finally, I was sitting on Jack’s lap with his cock beneath me like a soft sausage and Antwoine sitting on the floor with his limp thing and only Dr. Tate was still inside me, pumping my mouth. Mmmmm, I could hardly wait to have my first swallows of cum. It didn’t take long. Dr. Tate’s cock suddenly twitched in my mouth and the next second it began to spurt. The cum shot down my throat and filled up my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could but it wasn’t fast enough. A lot of his cum poured out of my mouth and ran down my chin. I kept on sucking until he had nothing left and then Dr. Tate backed away and joined Antwoine on the floor. I had made all three of them limp. I was pretty proud of myself.

I looked at Sonia and she smiled at me.

“Only one hard cock left in the room,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“Why, Bruno, of course,” Sonia laughed.

I was still breathing hard and I had cum all over me and dripping from my new “vacancies”. What a mess! But I was in the mood for more. I couldn’t help it. I looked at Bruno in a way I had never looked at a dog before. However, Bruno didn’t seem interested in me. He was lying with his head between his front paws and his eyes were closed. He was taking a snooze.

“I don’t think he’s that hard, Sonia,” I said, feeling a little disappointed.

“Well, get down on the floor, honey. Give him a chance.”

“Hmmm, ok.” 

The idea of having Bruno fuck me was still just an idea in my mind. It was like a fantasy on the edge of being real and I was exploring it just to see if it would really develop into something although I wasn’t serious about doing it, at least I didn’t think I was. I wanted more sex of course, being a slut and all, but that didn’t mean I was ready to be fucked by a dog! So it was still like a pretend thing for me as I followed Sonia’s suggestion and got down on my hands and knees. I pointed my bottom at Bruno and looked over my shoulder.

“Bruno! Hi doggie!” I said.

Bruno opened his big brown eyes. He looked at me and slightly lifted his head.

“Well Bruno, I was wondering if you would like to fuck a girl. I don’t mean a girl dog, I mean a girl person, like me.”

As I said this, I wiggled my bottom at him. It made me feel very sexy to do that. I found myself hoping that Bruno would get interested. Well, he did.

Bruno got up and started walking toward me, very slowly, cocking his head as he looked at me. I thought my heart was going to stop. I should put an end to this right now, I told my self, but instead I gave Bruno another wiggle. Oh, what are you doing you stupid girl, I thought! Bruno came closer and closer. I dropped my head and looked under my body at his big furry body, now almost up to me. There was Bruno’s cock! It was red and shiny and sticking way out. It was as big as a man’s cock, but very ugly and fierce looking. I really thought I was going to faint.

End part 7

Finale part 8: Dr. Tate 

We watched in awe and admiration as this huge hairy brute was now mounting sweet Elsie. The dog attempted a few feeble attempts at penetration, but it took the soft hand of the young Ms. Williams to guide him in. Her head shot up immediately and her face glazed with ecstasy. The dog pistoned his hips like a pure bred champion. Elsie grunted her approval. I stood up and took the camera from Sonia’s hands and motioned her to take care of our other guests who were stroking their cocks watching the dog have its way with my beautiful student.

Ms. Kim pulled Jack to the floor beside Antwoine and began to stoke both their cocks that were rapidly expanding to their full size rather quickly considering the show Elsie was putting on. I got on the floor to get close-ups of Ms. Williams’s wildly ecstatic face as the large hound pumped into her over and over. When she saw that it was me who held the camera she gave the lens a look of hate, anger, and pride. I was proud of her myself. Never had a student given herself over to her animal side more readily. Who had answered the call of her true nature and enjoyed the results. The look on her face said that she hated me for what she had become in my eyes and yet said that now that the barrier was down she would not go back.

I lay on the floor to get a good shot of the dogs fat cock disappearing in and out of Elsie’s wet wet slit like an oily jackhammer. I felt lips on my half hard cock. I turned the camera in that direction and found Ms. Williams and fastened her mouth around my limp member and was sucking on it hungrily. It didn’t take me long to widen her lips with my girth as I got hard. I move to a position that was easier on her head and I kept the camera trained on her face. The love in her eyes for what she was doing was remarkable. She may be angry with me, but she wanted to suck my cock, to make me cum in her mouth again, to hold that power over my being. It pleased me so to watch her work.

In the meantime, Jack was laid out on the floor with Sonia deep throating his long cock. Antwoine was behind her with his own monster buried in her well-practiced Oriental hole. Sonia was such an oral person. She screamed when she came, moaned loud as she was fucked, and grunted and gurgled when she sucks cock. She would stop sucking at times so she could moan as Antwoine drove into her deep. She would pull on Jacks cock and stoke him as rapidly as she was being fucked. Then she would plop her face down on Jack’s dick and take him in deep down her throat and her head would bob up and down rapidly. When she came she came loud and long yelling for Antwoine to “fuck me ha’d… fuck me ha’d.” Then she returned her attention to Jacks rod until another orgasm would approach.

Elsie was finally cumming herself. Bruno had done his job well and Elsie was staring into the lens in the pain, the throes, of orgasmic delight. Her eyes look to be begging for greater release. She held my fat cock in her tiny hand and pull it up and down. She wanted me to cum to but I couldn’t - not yet. After two orgasms like I’d had and I would be hard for a while before being able to cum again. But it was interesting to watch as Elsie’s eyes seemed to be begging for me to cum with her. To give her those juices she craved now. Bruno began to grunt somewhat. I knew that was his way of letting us know he was about to cum. When he did. He became so frantic that he withdrew. Elsie reached back and I was just able to get the camera in place in time. Elsie took his doggy cock in her hand and let him jerk off an amazing amount of cum into her hand and onto the floor. Elsie didn’t stop until the dog was completely drained and then ran off for some water. Bruno would later return to lie by the couch and watch us frolic in naked delight.

Elsie wiped her hand on her breasts and stomach and then looked down at me on my back filming the entire episode. Then she smiled wickedly and on her knees walked her self up my legs until her cunt was over my flagstaff and gripped it and lowers herself to become impaled. Elsie rode back and forth on my fat cock grunting her approval of my size inside her. She splayed her hands over her small breasts and squeezed them harshly. She tweaked her nipples until they were hard and bright red. She ran her fingers into her hair and pulled outward as a climax gripped her insides and she came. I could feel her cunt muscles actually squeeze my shaft and her juices squirting out around my pole covering me it sweet nectar and the smell of musk.

Sonia crawl and clawed her way over to us. Antwoine still behind her. She crawled over Jack and Antwoine was forced to withdraw to make room for Jack. Antwoine felt about and found Ms. Kim’s backdoor and penetrated her tiny hole slowly and carefully. Sonia was reaching up for Elsie as wave after wave hit the young 18 year old. Sonia put a hand around Elsie’s head and pulled her face to hers. As if by mutual agreement the two locked eyes and lips. Their tongues ground against the others for a powerful soul kiss. My hips work beneath Elsie so she could get the maximum effect of her orgasm. Elsie reached down to my shaft and covered her fingers in her sticky goo. She offered some to Kim and she hungrily took the fingers into her mouth licking and sucking them dry. Elsie kissed her once more and then returned her concentration to me, as Sonia was herself being wracked with another climax of her own. Jack came as she did… within seconds Antwoine had pulled out of her poor stretched out ass and squirted his huge load all over her backside and ass. Sonia screamed in delight as she rode and rode and rode Jack until his cock went so limp as to pop out with an audible “plunk.”

Elsie concentrated on riding me to yet another orgasm. I passed the camera on to Antwoine and rolled over with Ms. Williams. I worked at bringing her off yet again in the missionary position. Her legs high above my shoulders for maximum penetration. My balls slapping against her ass. I watched her eyes tear up with desire as I watched another wave approach… I sped up feeling my own climax approaching as well. I held off until I knew she was hit and then I let loose fucking her with long tremendous strokes until I could wait no more. I hunched my hips forward withdrawing from her cunt on my haunches offered her mouth my cock and she licked it and suck the head before I exploded all over her gorgeous face. Antwoine got the entire thing on video.

When I finished and she had licked the last droplets form the tip, I fell beside her completely spent. I could not imagine what could or even would come next. But I prayed that this gorgeous student would stay a part of our “family” for sometime to come.

The End