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Beach Time Is The Best Time

I didn’t get a good look being she was kind of in the middle of the group but when she happened to stand up she was wearing a hot pink bikini. She looked to be very young and vey attractive too, and as she stood there briefly, I tried to check her out but still wasn’t able to get a good look.

The Misadventures of Taylor and Selena

The Misadventures of Taylor and Selena
This story was not written by me it was written by SadoRuski
Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez sold more than music. They sold two similar and highly successful images. They were both marketed as young, beautiful, squeaky clean, innocent and sweet young singers and actresses. All of their appearances were carefully set up and choreographed. Every movie, every song, every trip in front of a camera had to portray the same image. And for all intents and purposes those were apt descriptions. The two friends were indeed very sweet girls. Most of all, the two young women had little to complain about. Thanks in part to this portrayal; they were two very successful entertainers with most of their careers still in front of them.
But even two sweet and innocent girls needed a break. Acting like little goody two shoes all the time could become very tiring. Every once in a while the two friends needed to break character and be a little naughty. This was the reason for the concert. Managing to avoid their handlers as well as the paparazzi, the girls snuck out of their West Hollywood apartments and met at an agreed upon club. The building was huge, spacious, but unassuming. Unless you knew that inside was a huge hall with loud music and large dancing floor, you would not give the structure a second look. The location was definitely nor prominent. But that was the appeal. There would not be any press and the two celebrities would definitely not be recognized in all that confusion. The girls knew they would be able to have fun without being bothered.
The girls met in the parking lot. “Looking good, girl”, Taylor chirped gleefully at her friend. Selena had on a skin tight black gown that showed off her beautiful curves. Her beautiful curly black hair fell off her shoulders and down her back.
“You look fabulous as always, Taylor.” Selena reciprocated. Taylor was sporting a hot red dress, her Skirt falling just past her knees.
These two ladies were without a doubt the belles of the ball.
Music blared, drinks poured and the masses danced, swayed in a chaotic unison. Taylor and Selena were having a blast. They let their proverbial hair down, shook their hips, smiled and flirted with random strangers, behaving in a manner ill-suited for the perfect young ladies they were made out to be.
As they were walking off the dance floor, Selena signalled Taylor to follow her. “I need to go potty” the brunette yelled over the blaring tune. They tried several doors before Selena found one that was open and went through it. Taylor quickly followed. The door ended up leading to the stairs and then a large hall with many more doors. The girls figured one of these doors had to lead to a bathroom. They walked casually down the hall, chatting and giggling.
“Oh, my god, that was awesome” remarked Taylor.
“Yeah,” agreed Selena “we should do this more often.”
“Oh, gosh,” giggled Taylor” did you see that guy dancing next to me? He kept grinding against me”
“Eww, he looked like such a perv” remarked her young Latina friend
“I KNOW”, laughed the blonde,”he kept drooling too. HELLLLLLOOO, YUUUUCK!”
The two girls walked down the hall for a while longer before Selena spotted a restroom
“Oh, good, Ill be right back” she said “I am gonna powder my nose”.
“Hurry up” called Taylor, “I don’t want to be alone here.”
Selena ran into the bathroom. Taylor waited by the door.
A pair of eyes watched the cute Blonde across the room, the same pair of eyes that watched the two girls walk down the hall. The man waited in the shadows, like a predator stalking his prey.
The halls of the building were very spacious. The loud music from upstairs could still be heard, but it was somewhat muffled. Down here the sounds of leaky pipes and occasional bumps echoed through the walls. A bit too creepy for Taylor’s taste.
She did not hear him coming. One minute she was looking at the bathroom door. Next minute someone was hanging gagging her, grabbing her torso and dragging her backwards. She was so shocked at first; she did not know what to do. By the time she composed herself enough to let out a muffled yelp, she was 50 feet away from the bathroom. The whole ordeal took all of five seconds. Selena likely did not hear a thing.
Selena reapplied her makeup and headed out of the door. She found the hallway to be empty. Her friend had disappeared.
“Taylor? Where are you” Taylor called out. Nothing
“Taylor, c’mon, this isn’t funny, let’s go”. She heard no response, only the humming of generator and some shuffling sounds up the hall. Selena headed back up the hall, the only way to go. She peeked in every room on the way, calling out Taylor’s name.
One of the doors she happened upon was slightly opened. Taylor thought she heard some commotion inside. She opened the door and went in. “Taylor, are you in here?” She called out. Selena turned the corner and came upon a surreal scene.
Taylor’s completely naked form hung, suspended overhead by her wrists. Her red dress lay crumpled up in the corner of the room. A big red ball gag was lodged in her mouth. Coils of rope ran across her stomach and down to her crotch, the labial lips surrounding the rope. The trussed up blonde had a scared look in her eyes, and for a good reason. Beside her stood a large man, dressed all in black. His face was covered by a ski mask.
“Oh my God, Taylor!” exclaimed Selena”What are you doing to her???”
“A better question, bitch” replied the masked man in a gruff manner “what is going to come off?”
Selena just stood in place, frozen and panicked
“Get your little ass over here if you don’t want your friend to get hurt” Yelled the masked man.
Selena reluctantly walked over toward Taylor’s bound form, trying to avoid eye contact with their assailant.
“Taylor, are you okay?” she carefully asked.
The strange man grabbed a Selena by her hair. “She will be just fine, if both of you cooperate. Every time decide to disobey me, I will whip you raw. Are we clear?”
Both girls shook their heads yes.
The man looked at Selena. “You can start by taking off that dress”
Selena let out a small whine, the slowly started pulling off her black dress. The man grabbed her by the hips, pulled her in close and started fondling her exposed skin and hips. His touch made Selena shudder.
“C’mon, bitch, we don’t have all day.”
Selena pulled off the dress and stood there with nothing but her bra, and panties, shivering.
“What are you waiting for, slut? Take it ALL off.” Yelled the masked man.
Selena hesitated. “Please, no…” she started to say,
The man turned toward Taylor, grabbed her crotch rope and pulled it up, driving the rope deep into the blonde’s cunt. Taylor let out an agonized scream.
“Take them off, NOW!” repeated the captor.
Selena quickly obeyed, quickly pulling off her bra and panties. ” The shoes too, you stupid cunt” said the masked man. Selena kicked off the shoes. She stood there, naked, scarred, breathing heavily. Her cute round breasts fluttered in the cold.
The captor grabbed Selena by the throat from behind and pulled her close, pinching her nipple and speaking directly into her ear. “Now I have just one, simple rule. You do exactly as I say, and you don’t get hurt. Do you understand?”
“…yes” Selena replied in terrified voice.
“You are going to do exactly what I tell you to your hot little friend, aren’t you?” He guided the brunette toward Taylor’s bound body. “Aren’t you!?”
“YES” Selena repeated.
“You see that little nipple?” asked the masked man, pointing toward Taylor’s left tit.
Selena desperately shook her head yes.
“Suck it, now.” Demanded the man.
Selena, shaking with fright, obeyed, placing her tongue cautiously on Taylor’s nipple.
“C’mon, suck it, you little whore!” urged the masked man, tugging painfully on the brunette’s mane.
Selena enclosed the nipple with her lips and started to suck it, first cautiously, then more and more vigorously.
“Now, the other” instructed the man, pulling Selena’s head toward the other nipple. Selena complied, despite the pitiful moans and complaints by her best friend.
“Now, I want you to bite it” said the kidnapper.
Taylor started to protest. The masked man pulled on her crotch rope, eliciting another loud scream.
“Do what I tell, or your pretty little friend gets hurt.”
Selena obeyed the best she could. She carefully bit on Taylor’s nipple, trying to grasp it in her teeth without causing her friend too much pain.
“Now pull it” said the captor. Selena started to pull the nipple toward her. Taylor screamed out in pain and pulled away.
“We are going to continue to do it until we get it right” growled the masked man. Selena, ever so gently, bit at Taylor’s nipple again. Again, Taylor cried out, pulling away. Selena, fearing punishment from their kidnapper, bit at the nipple for the third time, squeezing it firmly between her teeth. Taylor’s reaction was much the same, but this time, she was unable to pull away. The cute blonde screamed even louder, and shook her head. Her protestations were of no use. Selena did not want to hurt her friend, but she was determined to obey the kidnapper in order to avoid further punishment.
“Now the other nipple” instructed the man. It took every ounce of strength to ignore the pitiful cries of her friend as she bit down on her left nipple and pulled. Taylor gave way, stepping forward s far as the rope around her wrists allowed her to.
“Gooooood” said the kidnapper, pulling Taylor away from Selena “Now get on your knees”
The frightened girl quickly obeyed.
“See that ass?” he asked her.
“…yyyyyees” moaned Selena, knowing she would not like whatever came next.
“Suck it” instructed the captor, pulling Selena by the hair and shoving the blonde’s face into Selena’s ass
Taylor started licking the inside of Selena’s butt cheeks, avoiding contact with the crotch rope.
Despite her efforts to be as non-invasive with her tongue as possible, she felt her friend’s body shudder.
Soon, after, she heard Taylor start moaning again. “Is she protesting or enjoying this?” Selena wondered.
“C’mon, lick it good” snarled their captor, grabbing Selena by the hair and pressing her even closer to Taylor’s ass cheeks. Selena liked all over, anywhere she could, to please her kidnapper. As Taylor continued to moan, Selena once again aimed her tongue between her friend’s butt cheeks. Just then, the captor pressed her face tight against Taylor’s ass.
At first Selena was confused, not sure what to do. Then she realized she could no longer breathe. She screamed “No”, but her protest was muffled by Taylor’s ass cheeks. Selena started to squirm, struggle and even push against her friend’s body with her unbound hands. All was for naught. She looked up at her captor, pleading with her eyes. The masked man only smiled.
“What’s the matter? Can’t breathe?”
Just when Selena was starting to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen, her tormentor pulled her off. The brunette gasped for air. The man lifted her to her feet by her neck, handling her like a ragged doll.
“We have another game we will play.”
Selena was shaking violently. Its perhaps it was because the damp basement was also cold. Most likely it is because she was not only naked, but captive. Her breathing was ragged. Her mind was racing. In addition, the ball gag in her mouth made her drool copiously. Her wrists were tied up above her head. Another rope wound around her stomach and through her crotch.
Her friend Taylor was in an identical predicament. Their two crotch ropes were connected in the middle, looped through a large ring. As their captor pushed a button on his remote, the ring began to rise. Once the sphere was raised above their breasts, it began to tug on their crotch ropes, putting pressure on their exposed cunts. The two girls moved in closer to relieve the pressure. But as the ring kept rising, the captives were forced to stand on their toes.
“The game is simple, girls. When one of you tries to take the weight off your toes, your buddy gets it.”
Realizing the purpose of the devious contraption, Selena suddenly started to feel tired. Already her feet were burning under the weight of her body.
The captor approached Selena and started to fondle her helpless body. First her cunt, then up her stomach and her breasts. Selena could do little but let out a few pathetic protests and sobs.
“Leave her alone!” yelled Taylor. One stern look by the captor knocked all courage out of her. Taylor seemed to shrink as the man walked up to her slowly. He took out another ball gag and unceremoniously shoved it in Taylor’s mouth. He then took out a clothes pin and pinched Taylor’s nipple. Petrified, Taylor followed the pin with her eyes. When the pin squeezed her nipple, producing a sharp pain, Taylor moaned loudly. As the second clothespin was attached to her other nipple, Taylor stiffened up and started to whimper.
“Not so brave now, are you?” mocked the masked man.
The man turned his attention back to Selena, eliciting yet another whimper. He produced two more pins, and attached them to Selena’s defenceless tits. Selena screamed loudly as pain shot from her nipples and radiated to the rest of her body. The captor then went back fondling her.
“Just love it when chicks drool” he said. ” You are a sexy bitch, aren’t you?”
All Selena could do was mewl through her gag.
The kidnapper produced a whip, a cat-o-nine tails. Both girls took a sharp breath at the site of the instrument. The abductor smiled, taking notice. He grabbed a hold of Selena’s torso rope and pulled Selena backwards. The crotch rope became taught and Taylor let out a guttural scream.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Said the masked man. “Now let’s see if you will want to preserve yourself, or save your friend.”
The abductor proceeded to rain down a slew thrashes upon Selena’s ass. Selena screamed and started to move away from the whip. The masked man quickly adjusted, whipping her abdomen and her pussy instead. Reeling, Selena started to back up. The movement tightened the rope, producing a scream from Taylor. Her tormentor switched his target again, whipping Selena’s right tit instead. Selena moved away, to her left. Again the crotch rope tightened, sending Selena’s friend into a sexual agony. Her captor played her like a harp, all at the expense of her friend, and Selena knew it. She tried to stand still and spare Taylor any further pain, but the cruel whip kept stinging and Taylor kept moaning in agony.
By the time the last thrash of the whip landed, Selena was breathing heavily. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Well, that was fun, wasn’t it sweetheart? How about we let your friend have some.”
With that, the captor turned the whip on Taylor. As the continuous blows landed on her breasts, Taylor began retreating. Now it was Selena that wailed in pain. Just like Selena, her friend was easily manipulated. He whipped the blonde’s breasts until they were red. After that, the masked man went to work on her pussy. While Taylor suffered the sting of the whip, Selena was enduring her pussy torture.
The torturer proceeded to alternate whipping between the two girls, swinging the cat-o-nine tails from side to side. Both girls retreated, and both suffered the consequences. Tired and hurting, the two prisoners seemed to be on the edge. Their captor, however, was not planning on stopping anytime soon.
He pressed a button on his remote again. The ring holding their crotch rope rose even higher, this time several feet above their heads. The two girls were almost touching each other’s breasts, and they still had to stand on their toes. Their agonized protests had no effect.
The kidnapper groped Taylor’s petite breasts.
“You’ve been a bad little whore, haven’t you?” Taylor managed only a small, tortured moan.
“You know what we do to naughty bitches, don’t you?” Taylor shook her head, seemingly pleading for mercy.
He proceeded to whip the poor blonde on the ass. Taylor’s body shuddered with each impact. Selena suffered as well, moaning in pain every time her crotch rope tightened.
“Spread your legs, Blondie” commanded the masked man. Taylor obeyed immediately. The whip came out from under her, tagging her on her pussy. Taylor led out more screams, even more tortured than before, all for naught. Tears ran down Selena’s cheeks.
Dropping the whip, the captor proceeded to fondle Taylor’s nubile body. He roughly cupped her breasts, probed her pussy with his fingers, and even invaded her ass. Taylor shook in fear, cried and begged. The masked man was relentless however. Indeed, the girl’s feeble protests seemed to encourage him.
The only thing that stopped the assault was the sight of Selena a foot away. The helpless Latina watched her friend being fondled in a panicked silence. Her chest was rising and falling with great intensity. Her eyes were bulging. By all accounts she was a panicked mess. Yet she refused to make a sound, perhaps out of the same fear. Her captor took notice nevertheless.
“Don’t think I forgot you, ya little slut”, he said
He fondled her with the same ferocity as he did Taylor, eliciting panicked screams and loud sobs. Selena’s body shook uncontrollably as the masked man inserted two fingers into her pussy and teased her. Selena protested, shook her head and struggled as fiercely as her bonds allowed. But she was quickly aroused and was on the verge of an orgasm. At the last moment, her captor stopped, retracted the fingers from her pussy and gave sadistic laugh.
“We would not want to spoil the fun, now would we?”
He left the girls tied up and struggling. Their calves burned. Both captives tried to stay on their toes to avoid causing each other more pain. But with their bodies already spent and saturated with horror, the two girls kept losing their balance. The crotch rope rubbed against their pussies. Screams and moans filled the room.
Taylor was all set up for her next round of torture. She was spread eagled on the wall, her toes barely touching the ground to take some weight off her shoulders. Selena was sitting on the other side of the room, hands tried in a reverse prayer position. Though she had no gag on, the scared Latina knew better than to scream. Their captor made it perfectly clear that he was more than willing to carry out his threats and was only looking for an excuse to do it.
The captor was standing over her, admiring the trussed up form and teasing her defenceless genitals.
“What a beautiful sight” marvelled the sadistic creep. Taking out the flogger, he whipped Taylor’s breasts a few times. More screams and sobs followed.
“And what a beautiful sound. Music to my ears”. Another tear rolled down Taylor’s cheek. It travelled across her lower jaw and down her neck, joining a relentless stream of saliva rolling down Taylor’s chin. The ball gag caused the poor blonde to drool profusely. The sexual torture only made it worse.
The masked man waved over Selena:”Come here you little slut. The brunette quickly got up and approached the man, keeping her gaze down and avoiding any eye contact. Standing behind Selena, the captor grabbed her around the throat and pulled her bound form to him.
“We are going to play a little game. It’s called Kiss and Make it Better. I am going to show you where you friend is hurting, and you kiss it and make it better.”
With his free hand the captor took his flogger and started whipping Taylor’s left breast. Taylor cried struggled against her bonds.
“See that nipple?” he pointed at Taylor’s now swollen left areola” make it better, slut”.
Selena pounced upon the nipple, licking it, sucking it, caressing it with her tongue and lips. Taylor’s tit was already hard and swollen from the beating and the cold. Now her cries and moans were replaced, however briefly, by soft mewls. Meanwhile, their captor decided to whip Selena’s ass. The Latina moaned, taking care not to bite on her friend’s nipple.
After a minute the captor pulled Selena off Taylor by her hair. Selena yelped. Taylor’s whine had a small note of disappointment. The man swung his whip again, this time targeting Taylor’s right breast. The bound girl let out another scream and bucked against her bonds without much success. Seemingly delighting in her misery, he continued to whip the exposed mammary, increasing the intensity.
“Please Stop!!! Don’t hurt her! Do it to me instead!” begged Selena. The man stopped the whipping.
“Don’t worry; you will get yours in time. Now kiss that nipple and make it better.”
Quickly obeying, Selena started kissing and sucking on the swollen right nipple. Taylor’s agonized screams were quickly replaced by soft groans. Her body was no longer tense. Tired, Taylor rested her head on her right shoulder.
Her Bliss was short-lived. Pulling Selena away by her hair once again, the man let out a disgusted sigh.
“Look at her, slobbering all over. It’s disgusting.” Pointing to Taylor’s saliva soaked mouth and chin, the man instructed Selena to clean it up.
“Please just let us go” pleaded the tied up Latina,” we won’t tell anyone”.
Taking the whip once again, the man now targeted Taylor’s pussy. Taylor screamed in agony, even louder than before.
“Do what I say or I will whip her raw, you bitch. Clean her up!” he screamed. He did so without interrupting the whipping. He didn’t even miss a bit.
Selena went straight to work. While Taylor screamed and writhed in pain, her friend licked her ball gag, the inside of her lips, her chin, even her neck, all to clear away the copious amounts of saliva.
The man did not stop whipping Taylor. By then her private area was red from all the abuse.
“Do you want me to continue hurting your friend?” the man asked.
Selena desperately shook her head no.
The whipping stopped. “Good, kiss her pussy and make it better.”
Selena got down on her knees and started licking her friend’s pussy. The cries and sobs got a little softer and intermingled with satisfied moans.
“Oh, god, she is getting off on this” Thought Selena.
Indeed, the moans got longer and deeper. Meanwhile, their captor was arranging his instruments of torture.
“Spread your legs, bitch” He instructed Selena. The poor girl obeyed. “You don’t take your face out of your friend’s cunt. Do it and you will both pay for it”.
The terrified girl knew better. She continued to lick between the Taylor’s Labia. She continued to do so despite her obvious revulsion to the act. She continued to do so after the masked man brought a vibrator to her pussy and turned it on full blast. Both girls were now in forced sexual ecstasy. Selena did not want to be aroused by this torture, but to her great dismay, she was. Her arousal became even stronger when the masked man started to spank her exposed ass cheeks.
Selena’s mind was reeling. The sexual torture and the pain eventually overrode her inhibitions. The bound Latina licked her friend’s slit even more aggressively.
Taylor involuntarily reciprocated by thrusting her pelvis softly toward Selena. The moans became shorter and more frantic. The blonde’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her breathing became short and spastic. Selena tasted her friend’s flowing vaginal juices. She should have been disgusted with this. But he continued to lick her friend without skipping a beat. Selena would later try to rationalize it with her oxytoxin induced state. At the moment she was loving every minute of it.
Enraged, the masked man abandoned the vibrator and grabbed Taylor by her hair. “Did I tell you to cum?! Not without permission, you little whore. “He slapped her across the face. Taylor could only respond with pitiful whimpers and tears.
He turned his attention back to Selena. “Get down on the floor. On your back, quickly”
Selena laid down. The captor positioned her right next to Taylor and spread her legs.
“Move your legs and ill whip the hell out of your pussy”. He looked back at Taylor:”You have proven to be a worthless cunt. Looks like we’ll just have to have you do what you do best. See those cute little round tits your friend has? I want you to drool on them. Nothing but spitting on your friend while I get her to cum. Think you could handle that?”
The poor blonde was in hysterics. She could barely manage a nod.
“And you, chica, are going to lay there and keep your legs open. And when you are ready to cum, you will ask permission. Is that clear?”
Selena shook her head affirmatively.
The masked man licked his middle finger.
“Here it comes, you little cum bucket” he sneered before thrusting his digit into Selena’s pussy.
Selena first gasped, and then slowly sobbed. As the sexual tension started building in her body, she visibly strained the urge to respond to her molestation. This only encouraged her molester.
“No……NOOOOOOO……” Selena whispered rather than screamed. The moans were addressed more to her traitorous body. Not only did it not prevent her unwanted arousal, it encouraged her captor. He continued to finger fuck her with an even greater intensity.
“OHHHH GOOOOOOOD…. PLEASE…NOOO” Selena shook her head and alternated between begging and moaning. But her struggled proved useless. He hips began responding to stimulation, pumping up and down, faster and faster.
Taylor watched her friend lose control, towering over the bound girl and her captor, releasing a steady stream of saliva on her friend’s breasts. The blonde was scared, disgusted and humiliated. She was convinced that her ordeal could not get any worse.
Her captor proved her wrong. Still abusing Selena’s pussy with admirable skill, the masked man took out a vibrator from his back pocket and pressed it against Taylor’s labia.
“I don’t think it’s fair for your friend to have all the fun” he said and turned on the instrument to its highest setting. Taylor’s body recoiled in shock. The blonde howled through the ball gag and pressed herself against the wall in an effort to avoid the vibrator.
“Did I tell you to stop drooling, you little cunt? You think I am kidding? I WILL whip your friend raw. And after that I will do the same to you. Just try it, you little shit. Just give me a reason…”
It took all of Taylor’s strength to get back to her former position. She positioned herself over Selena’s bound form once again. She continued to soak her friend’s breasts with her saliva. She did it all despite the Vibrator spreading the sexual energy throughout her body and bringing her to near delirium.
Selena, meanwhile, has completely lost herself. She moaned loudly and continuously. She pumped her hips, and rolled her head back. Perhaps she was even enjoying herself, though she would never admit it.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHGAAAAAAAAAWWD……YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS”
Her body was getting more and more wound up. Between the finger fucking, the restraints and her friend’s saliva soaking her breasts and upper body, Selena was getting more and more turned on. Now she was about to go over the edge. Taylor, now hanging from the wall, rather than standing was in a similar condition.
“OH, GOD, I’M GONA CUM” screamed Selena.
“No, you don’t, you worthless cunt. Not without my permission.” Growled the masked man
Selena let out a long moan, this one to suppress the ever building orgasm. The captor did not skip a beat, continuing to molest Selena while massaging Taylor’s pussy with the tip of a vibrator. Taylor started moaning even louder. Her body began weakened more and more. Sexual spasms began to rock through her muscles.
“Can I PLEEEEEASE cum, mister” Selena begged once again.
“I SAID NOT YET, YOU WORTHLESS WHORE!!!” the captor shot back
Selena’s breaths became more and more panicked. The naked girl writhed on the floor moaning helplessly. She was on the verge of losing all control and she no longer cared.
Right around that time Taylor let out a long erotic moan, and then tried to hold her breath. Her effort failed and she let out another scream. She threw back her head. Her eyes rolled backed. Her pussy twitched, and then let out a stream of vaginal juices. The juices dripped on Selena’s breasts and neck.
“Now you can cum, you little whore!” yelled the masked man. Selena needed no more encouragement. A guttural moan escaped her throat. She arched her back as a gigantic orgasm ripped through her tiny body.
The masked man put down the vibrator, stood up and took off his pans. Selena, lost in the depths of sexual abyss, did not know how long it took the man to masturbate. She was only slightly aware that his hot cum sprayed her on her face, mouth and hair. She heard the man moan, then zip himself up and walk away. She heard it, but she was in no condition to process any of it.
Selena laid there, tired, limp and soaking. After a few minutes she came out of her daze, aware that her friend Taylor was still hanging off the wall by her bonds. Taylor made no sound, save for an occasional sob. She looked down, staring into empty space. A steady stream of saliva continued to flow from her mouth, down the ball gag and on to Selena’s exposed body.
Selena spoke quickly, almost angrily, all to keep herself from crying:” You can stop spitting on me now”.
Taylor was in hysterics when the masked man returned and unbuckled her bonds. She him no resistance when he took her to another room. Selena was similarly manhandled. Now she was suspended by her wrists, her ankles separated by a steel bar. The man did not bother to gag her. By then the poor girl knew that, no matter how loud she screamed or begged, nobody but the masked sadist would hear her. She was still in shock when her captor finished securing her bonds. When he left the room, the terror of anticipation made Selena tremble violently. She was bound in the middle of room, spread eagled by the straps attached to the walls. Her feet were still touching the ground, but she could not pull her thighs together to protect her exposed snatch.
Her fears were soon confirmed. The masked man returned to the room with Taylor. Selena’s friend was once again helplessly bound. Ropes encircled her torso and breasts. Her arms were tied in the back, wrists and elbows held together by rope. Fresh tears stained the blonde’s cheeks.
“Oh, god, please, don’t make me do this” she begged.
Selena did not know what their captor wanted of her until Taylor was brought into her line of sight. By then the cruel intentions of the captor became perfectly clear. Hanging off Taylor’s hips was a long rubber dildo.
The sight of the phallus sent Selena into a panicked frenzy. She gasped, whimpered and struggled with her bonds to no avail.
“Don’t tell me you never wanted to fuck your cute little friend” sneered her captor.
“Please, don’t do this. You can do anything you want to me. Just don’t make me do this” cried Taylor. The poor girl could not even bring herself to mention the despicable act she was being forced to perform.
The captor shook his head in an act of disappointment. He let go of Taylor and approached Selena, producing a small, shin whip from his pocket. Without missing a bit he swung the whip at Selena’s exposed breasts.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Selena let out an agonized scream. A thin, angry welt appeared across her left breast, including her quickly swelling nipple.
The masked man did not even pause, continuing his initial motion with his right hand raised the whip once again, then savagely thrust it across Selena’s other areola. The impact was even louder than the first. So was Selena’s second scream.
“STOP! PLEASE!” yelled Taylor. Her plea was drowned out by Selena’s agonized screams.
The masked man whipped let tit again, then her right. His evil gaze fell upon Selena’s exposed clit. Selena saw the gaze just before the masked man aimed his whip. The thrust was stopped by Taylor’s desperate scream.
“I’LL DO IT”. For a minute the whole room went still. The whip hung in the air. Selena was sobbing her knees and hands shaking violently.
“You’ll do what?” Asked the man with savage satisfaction in his voice.
“I’ll fuck my friend” whispered Taylor, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do”.
Grabbing her hair, the captor smiled. “That is what I like to hear. Now go on, that pussy ain’t gonna fuck itself. With that, he pushed the bound girl toward her friend. Taylor shuffled forward, avoiding Selena’s gaze, ashamed of what she was about to do.
The Penis dildo appeared to be made of rubber, though thick and solid, its tip hung down limply. Taylor approached Selena close enough to Selena’s exposed groin. The trussed up Latina recoiled slightly from the contact.
“How am I supposed to stick it in her?” thought Taylor. She tried bending her knees and thrusting out her hips, but without her n she saw no way of putting the dildo inside her friend’s vagina. She dared not ask the masked man for fear of further punishment. Selena stared back at Taylor, trying to help her friend by thrusting her hips forward as well. All the struggle had accomplished was heavy breathing by both girls.
“You stupid bitch” snarled their captor, “haven’t you ever fucked someone with a dildo before?”
He grabbed the dildo and roughly shoved the tip into Selena’s defenceless vagina. Selena let out a long whine. The captor pushed Taylor closer to Selena, making their hips, stomachs and breasts touch. This also made the dildo enter even further into the vagina.
Taylor slowly started to thrust her hips. Selena sucked in her breath. Small tears appeared in her eyes.
“I am so sorry” whispered Taylor. Selena just mewled through the ball gag.
A whip landed across Taylor’s ass. “C’mon, show me you mean it” growled the masked man.
Taylor pumped faster. Selena’s body stiffened up. Their bodies became one. Their stomachs pressed against each other. Their nipples ground together. Taylor started to breathe deeper and deeper. Her body started to betray her, reciprocating to the abuse. She started to sweat and pump her hips. Erotic moans, small at first, then growing, escaped her mouth. She pressed her forehead against Taylor’s shoulder. She was no longer in control of herself.
The whip hit Taylor’s exposed flesh faster and faster. The harder it hit, the faster the girl pumped. The faster Taylor pumped, the closer Selena came to losing control. Selena was in a pain fed frenzy. Her ass was on fire from the whipping. Sweat rolled down her face. All she knew was she had to keep fucking. And she fucked with abandon. Selena’s moans transformed into wails. Wails turned into screams. Finally the dam burst. A guttural scream escaped Selena’s throat.
The masked man grabbed Taylor by the hair and pulled her away from Selena, The dildo, dripping with vaginal juices, easily slid out. Selena let out one final moan. Her knees gave out. She sagged against her bonds, exhausted.
No longer in the pain fuelled frenzy, Taylor felt absolutely exhausted. Seeing her friend hanging by her arms, her eyes staring out in the emptiness, her body ravaged by the whip, brought Taylor to tears. She would have collapsed on her knees had it not been for her sadistic captor holding her up by her hair. He only drank in the pain and misery of his captives.
“Did you enjoy fucking your friend, you little slut?”
Taylor shook her head no and got whipped on the breast for it.
“You damned liar” snarled the masked man” you liked it and you know it”.
He led Taylor around to the back of Selena. Letting go of her mane, he stuck his finger in her face
“I’ve got another treat for you. You stay right here. Move and both of you will regret it”
He then turned his attention to Selena.
“Did I tell you that you were done? Get up, you lazy whore!”
Selena struggled to get her feet under her. The masked man helped her up, lifting her by grabbing both her nipples. Selena squealed, but managed to get up.
“I am not done with you yet. We know you like it in the cunt. Now we will see if you like it in he ass”
Selena nearly lost it. She shook her head and begged through the gag. No matter how loudly she begged, she could not stop the man from going through with it.
The man grabbed Taylor once again. “Please!!! Don’t make me do this.” She begged “I’ll do anything else. I’ll blow you. Ill You can fuck me however you want. Please, I’ll do ANYTHING!!!”
“You WILL do anything, bitch” said the captor “and you will start by fucking your friend in the ass. Now, re you going to do what I tell you, or should I hurt your friend again?” Taylor sobbed and cried, but allowed the man to bring her closer to Selena.
The man grabbed Selena by the hair and talked into her ear. “You WILL get ass fucked, bitch. How painful it will be will be up to you. Resist, and I guarantee you, it will hurt a lot. Relax and let your friend in, and it might hurt a little. Got it?”
Selena shook her head affirmatively. Even with that, she shook like a leaf as Taylor approached her and squealed when her captor spread her ass cheeks. She recoiled when she felt the dildo rub up between her legs. The masked man deliberately took his time, trying to build up tension and a sense of terror in the girl’s mind. When the tip of the dildo pressed up against her sphincter, Selena let out a quick yelp.
“Open sesame” said the captor, laughing and evil laugh.
Selena tried to relax. But the rubber invading her rectum was not a pleasant feeling. The thick head of the phallus slowly parted the muscle. Selena moaned in pain. Taylor tried to insert the dildo into her friend as slowly as possible in order to spare her friend any unnecessary pain. The masked man had other ideas. The whip kissed Taylor’s exposed butt cheeks once more.
“C’mon, you little slut. While we’re young.”
With the penis only a quarter of the way in, Taylor redoubled her efforts. She pushed harder. Selena let out an agonizing scream. Every muscle in her body was taut. The abuse hat her rectum was under must have been excruciating.
“I am sorry, I am so sorry…” Taylor kept repeating, trying to keep herself from crying.
The blonde breathed a sigh of relief when the dildo was all the way in. Selena, though still tense, was no longer doubled over in pain. The respite was short lived.
Another crack of the bat got both girls back on their toes.
“What are you waiting for? Start ass fucking your friend, or I’ll do it for you. And I promise, I won’t be as gentle as you”. Taylor knew the threat was real.
She looked pleadingly at Selena. Her friend’s gaze was that of dread and fear. The diminutive Latina, shaking and sweat soaked, was at the end of her strength.
Taylor carefully withdrew her hips and gently thrust them. Selena yelped. Taylor gave another thrust, this one even gentler than before.
“Whaaat the fuck is THIS?” growled the masked man in annoyance “Looks like I’ll have to do the job myself”.
“NO!!!” screamed Taylor. ”No, please, ill do it myself”
“You had your chance, bitch. It’s my turn now”. The man was about to separate them.
Taylor gave one quick thrust, then another, never slowing down. Selena moaned loudly.
“See, I’ll do it. I promise.” The man backed off.
Taylor continued to plough Selena. She thrust hard and fast, over and over. It was obvious that her friend was in pain. She screamed almost continuously, stopping only to catch a few ragged breaths. Her back was arched; her fingers tightly grasped the chains attached to her cuffs. Taylor told herself that she did to keep Selena from getting raped by a total stranger. But somewhere, deep in her sub consciousness, Taylor was turned on by this ordeal. And this scared her far more than the whips, chains and rubber dildos.
Selena screamed until she could scream no more. Her eyes started to roll into the back of her head. Her ankles gave out she once again hung limply by her wrists.
“All right, that’s enough” said the man. He pulled Taylor off Selena.
“Oh, God is she okay” panicked Taylor, “is she OKAY???”
“Shut up” said the man. He leaned over Selena and grabbed her by the chin. Selena, battered and exhausted, still managed to look straight at her captor and mumble something through her gag.
“Yeah, the pampered little bitch is okay”
The two girls were lying naked, face to face, on the floor. Their wrists and ankles were tied up. So were their shoulders, tied together in a tight knot. Normally this would be quite painful. But both girls, battered and abused were just happy to have a little respite before the next round of punishment. Neither girls were gagged, if only for the moment. Taylor still wore the rubber dildo.
“You really scared me, Selena, are you okay” whispered Taylor.
Selena nodded her head and crawled closer to her friend.
“I am so scared” went on Taylor “Why is he doing this?” what does he WANT from us?”
“Shhhhhh. It will be ok, Taylor”
The blonde almost broke down to tears “I hope so. I really do…”
“It will be okay” repeated Selena. She then reached out and lightly kissed Taylor on the lips.
Surprised, Taylor could only stare blankly at the girl in front of her
“Oh, god, Taylor, I am so sorry…” Selena started to apologize. Taylor did not let her finish, planting a kiss of her own, this one long and hard. After that, there was no stopping it. They kissed passionately and desperately. Their lips and tongues caressed each other. The girls inched closer to each. Their nipples, hips and thighs rubbed up against each other in a sudden frenzy.
The frenzy was short-lived.
“And now, for my favourite part of the show” announced their captor.
He grabbed Selena by the elbow ad pulled her to her feet. Taylor assumed the worst
“No! Don’t you dare touch her, you creep!!!”
The masked man ignored her. Pulling the tied up Selena to her feet he stood her right in front of him, staring her down. Selena, scared and intimidated, tried to shrink away from the intimidating figure.
This only made the man smile. He slapped her on the ass once, then twice, all while groping Selena’s breast with his other hand. Selena could only sob in response.
“Tell me you like this” demanded the man.
“I like it!” Selena managed to say between her sobs
“Tell me you are a nasty slut” said the man
“I’m a nasty slut!” tears rolled down Selena’s face.
“Did you get your $2000 worth?” asked the man
“Yes” said Selena, breathing out a heavy sigh
“Where is the money?” demanded the masked man
“What money? What’s going on???” the confused Taylor asked.
“Shut up” the man commanded, then turned back to Selena “Where is the money?
“In my purse” answered Selena.
“Gooooood. Now, if you try really hard, you might be able to free yourselves in about 45 minutes or so. If you want to do this again, you have my number”. He let go of Selena. “And you, blondie, that dildo really becomes you.”
Just like that, the masked man made his exit, leaving the two girls naked and tied up
“What did he mean about the money” asked Taylor
“I am sorry” said Selena, struggling against her bonds.
“You are sorry??? Did you PAY for this to happen?” asked Taylor incredulously.
“Taylor, I am sorry…I thought you would like it” Selena pleaded
“Like it?” screamed Taylor “I am not into this kind of SHIT”
Selena continued to apologies profusely while bending down and trying to untie the knot around Taylor’s wrists. Taylor’s continued her tongue lashing for the hour and a half that it took to get free. Taylor was mad. When Taylor had her hands free, she quickly untied Selena’s wrists and elbows, and then stormed off, leaving Selena to untie her feet. Taylor found her dress, surprisingly still intact, and started to put it on.
“Taylor, wait, let me explain” pleaded Selena.
Taylor realized she still had the dildo on. She unstrapped it and threw it at Selena, who just managed to avoid the flying piece of rubber. Taylor was in no mood to talk. She put on her panties, pulled down her skirt and stormed out of the room.
“Taylor! Wait!” Selena just managed to free herself from the ropes. Grabbing her underwear and dress she ran down the hall, dressing in the process. By the time she ran out into the parking lot, Taylor’s car was gone.

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My Family 6
Ester and I arrived home about four that afternoon. Dad and Mom were very happy to see us. I especially was glad to see Mom; however she did look a little haggard from the lack of sleep. Dad had just come off a forty eight hour work schedule. That night Ester snuck into my room about midnight while I was asleep. She woke me up sucking my cock. As soon as she new I was awake she got on top of me and slid my cock deep into her pussy. She rocked her pelvis back and forth across my cock keeping it deep within her womb. I had to put my hand over her mouth because she started making so much noise moaning. When she came she kind of jiggled her pussy and I felt her shudder. She came two more times before I shot a deep load of cum up into the inner walls of her pussy. She wanted to sleep with me but I made her go back to her own bed just in case Mom or Dad looked in on us.
I slept in late. When I came down stairs Mom was in the kitchen cleaning up the breakfast dishes. Dad was out back mowing the lawn and Ester was raking leaves. Mom was still in her night gown and house dress. God she looked so sexy, I couldn’t help myself. I came up behind her and whispered her key hypnotic words and put her into a deep sleep. I told her she was so horny and her pussy was getting hotter and wetter by the second. I said you want to be fucked so badly.
I new I was on dangerous ground, what with dad right outside. I couldn’t stop myself. I lifted her night gown and housecoat up and bent her over the sink and slipped my fully hard cock into her now wet pussy. God, how good she felt as I drove my cock deep inside her belly. Because of fucking Ester last night I lasted much longer than I would have after so long a time not seeing her. She came several times before I shot my load deep within her love hole. She was softly moaning and as I came she pushed back hard and came with me. I pulled her night gown down and wiped my cock off and sat down at the table and then gave the key words that made her cum out of her hypnotic state. I told her she would not remember who fucked her only that she felt wonderful.
I watched her as she turned around with a big smile on her face. I said good morning Mom. She said “good morning Eric did you sleep well.” I sure did, I said. She looked out the window and saw Dad mowing the lawn and then looked at me. She kept looking back and forth between the window and me. I saw a frown creep across her face. She turned away from me as she reached between her legs and felt her pussy. I new she must have felt my cum oozing out of her. She turned beet red and then hurried out of the room and to her bedroom.
I thought Oh Shit, what have I done? What a fool I was. I crept up to her door and listened. She was crying and I felt really bad. I took a shower and got ready to leave to return to my Aunts house for the rest of the summer. We all had lunch together but Mom would not look at me. Dad asked me if I thought I might like to go Elk hunting in October. I told him I would love too. I gave Ester a hug and she whispered, “Who am I going to fuck while you’re away?” I told her it was only for two more weeks and she could save it all up for me. She said “I’m going to finger fuck myself every night thinking about you, Aunt Jennifer and the dogs.” I just grinned.
At first Mom and I just stood there looking at each other. It was an awkward situation. To my amassment Mom opened her arms and gave me a big hug. Then she gave me a big kiss and hugged me again as she whispered, “It’s all right Eric I’m ok with what happened. We will talk about it when you come home. I looked at her and I could not help the big grin that came over my face. I said are you sure? And she said “Yes.”
I left knowing it was going to be a tough two weeks. Every fiber of my body wanted to stay home. I arrive back at my Aunts about four PM. I walked into the house but couldn’t find my Aunt anywhere. I saw a note pinned to the back screen that said she was visiting with a neighbor friend down the road and would be back about six. I went out to the barn and piddled around for awhile giving the horses an apple each from a sack my aunt kept in the barn for just that reason.
Aunt Jennifer came home right at six o’clock. After dinner she asked me what I would like to do. I grinned and said bring in old Shep and Blackie and have some fun if you’re up to it. “Sorry, only one at a time” she said. Who do you prefer I asked? “Well. I usually do Shep first he is a little smaller and gets me worked up to handle Blackie.” Old Shep it is than and I went out to their pens and brought in Shep. “They haven’t had any for a couple of days so they should be nice and horny” She said. She had gone out and bought a special narrow table with a cushion on top. She told me she had found it at the good will and knew it was the right size for her to lean over and allow her to suck my cock while the dogs fucked her.
She took some peanut butter and spread it on her pussy lips to get Shep started. She opened her legs and allowed Shep to begin licking her cunt. I moved behind the couch and opened up her blouse and started massaging her tits. I still marveled at how well Shep could slide his tongue up into her vagina and then in a scooping motion that would run his tongue up over her clit. Aunt Jennifer would moan every time he did that. She had two climaxes within about five minutes. Her nipples were popped out and hard. Even her breasts got firmer.
She pushed Shep off and got her body laid across the bench/table her arms hanging over the sides and her head at the end. With her ass now exposed Shep again shoved his tongue up into her fuck hole and then mounted her. “Oh shit, he’s in my ass.” She cried. “Pull him out Erick” Before I could come around the couch He had shoved that dick deep up her ass and was fucking her butt like a piston. His knot had begun to swell and he shoved it inside her butt hole. “Oh christ that hurt” she said. I tried to pull him out of her but he was to well entrenched with his knot inside her. She had settled down and seemed to enjoy having that cock knot up inside her ass. Shep was pumping in spurts and I knew he was shooting his sperm deep into her ass cavity. When he was finished he turned around so that they were ass to ass. I pulled down my pants and stuck my cock into her waiting mouth and let her suck me off. With her chin slightly over the end of the table I could shove my cock straight into her mouth and throat. I came just about the time Shep pulled out of her. My cum hit the back of her throat and staight down into her stomach. Like drinking water without swallowing.
“Christ that hurt at first. I had a pain that went from ass up my spine to my shoulder blades. Then it got better, especially when Shep made me cum a couple of times” she said. I laughed and reached over and wiped some of cum from the side of her mouth.
I exchanged Shep for Blackie and watched as Blackie gave my Aunt a good fucking.
For the next couple of days I would fuck my Aunt in the Ass or let her suck my cock while she got fucked by the dogs. One morning we were out in the barn giving the horses some hay and oats. Aunt Jennifer was rubbing down with a brush the small pony that Ester rides when I noticed it had a hard on. It hung half way to the ground. I said hey Auntie, look at what you caused. Do you think the pony wants to fuck you? “Well, I have thought about it once or twice but could never figure out how to do it.” Want to try? “I’m not sure, he looks awfully big.”
Why don’t you let one of the dogs loosen you up while I rig something. I went and got Blackie while my Aunt stripped down naked. She seemed game to try. She laid a horse blanket over a bail of hay and let Blackie eat her pussy. I had an idea. I went out to the yard and undid the hammock. I tied the hammock around the pony’s back and let the net hang lose below its belly. I looked over and Blackie was really fucking my Aunt. I watched as his knot was slipping in and out of her cunt. Blackie gave a big lunge and the knot went in and stayed. For the next several minutes he squirted his doggy juices deep inside my Aunts pussy.
As soon as Blackie’s dick came out of her I had her get into the hammock. She was dripping with Blackie’s cum. I positioned my Aunt and guided that big dick to the edge of her pussy lips. She reached down and parted them as wide as she could with her fingers. I pulled the hammock forward and that pony’s cock slid into her vagina about seven inches. There was at least that much still outside her. I began to move the hammock back and forth allowing that big cock to slide in and out of her engorged pussy. My Aunt was moaning and making all kinds of noises. Oh my god, oh shit, oh Eric it’s so big, its so, so, fantastic. I’ve cum so many times already, ohhhhhh shit yes, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. She kept that up for almost a half hour as I rocker her back and forth on that cock. That horse’s cock had penetrated her even more, she must have at least ten or eleven inches sliding in and out of her cunt.
The horse had cum up inside her and a lot of white cum was oozing out her cunt. She finally cried. “That’s enough Eric I can’t handle any more. I’m exhausted. I think if I came again I would have a heart attack. I eased that magnificent cock out of her and helped her out of the hammock. When that cock came out she gushed about a pint of cum out of her pussy. She could not walk so I helped her over to the bail of hay and completely exhausted she floped face down I was so horny from watching her get fucked by the pony that I slid my pants down and took some of her pussy juice and rubbed it into her ass and fucked her in the ass. She didn’t move, she just laid there and let me fuck her. When she finally was able to stand, she had horse cum running out of her pussy and mine out of her ass. What a sight.
For the next eight days she fucked that pony at least once every day. I taught her how to rig the hammock by herself so that when I was gone she could do it herself. We tried her stallion but he was just too big. He almost split her wide open before she could get away from his cock. She also learned that by letting Blackie or Shep fuck her first it was easier to take the pony because her pussy would be full of cum and their knot would stretch her just enough to take the pony. Aunt Jennifer’s pussy had been stretched enough by the pony so that when fucking the dogs she no longer got tied to them.
As exciting as all of this was I couldn’t help but think of Mom and what she had whispered to me. Each time I thought of it I would get hard and then fuck my Aunt in the ass. I planned my arrival back at home to coincide with my father working his long shift.
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Aunt then Mother.

My mother has been a widow for about five years. We have a nice
house in a good neighborhood. I’m an only child and mother and I have
always been close. I guess our loss brought us closer. I am big for my age
(16 years old) and a good student. About a year ago, mom’s sister Beth
moved in with us after she left her abusive husband. At first I didn’t
like having her there, but I soon learned to like Beth and enjoyed her
company. She helped mom around the house and frequently helped me with my
homework. Beth is very bright and has a masters degree in mathematics.
Beth does consulting and is often home during the day, whereas mom works
at an office from 9 to 5.
I got used to having Beth there when I arrived home from school. I
often asked her to help me with school work just so I could sit beside her
and smell her perfume and feel her hugs which she frequently gave me when
I solved a problem or learned a new skill. After a couple of months, I
noticed that she began wearing shorts and a halter around the house. She
said it was Spring time and the weather was getting warmer. Seeing her
long hair on her bare shoulders, her shapely legs extending from her loose
fitting shorts, and her nipples pressing against the thin cotton of her
halter top made me sweat many times, but not from the temperature.
One afternoon, a few weeks before school ended for the summer, I
got home and Beth was lying on the sofa reading some business report. She
greeted me and when I said I needed some help studying for final exams,
she said she would be finished in fifteen or twenty minutes. I went and
changed and cleaned up. When I returned, she was still reading. I noticed
that one knee was bent and her legs were spread a little. I could see up
her shorts. I positioned myself for a better view. I opened a book and
pretended to read, but I was staring at the curls of pubic hair around her
panties. What happened next really surprised me. I saw her hand move, so I
looked up. Her face was still blocked by the report so I returned my
attention to her shorts. She reached up the leg with her hand, lifted her
buttocks to loosen her panties. She stretched the opening and began
scratching her pubic mound. As her hand moved, I could see her cunt lips
protruding from her bush. After a couple of seconds, she removed her hand.
She then closed the report and sat up. She said, “Let’s get a drink and
sit at the kitchen table.”
I thought about seeing her bare cunt frequently over the next
couple of days. I had a hard on almost all the time I was around my aunt.
A couple of days later Beth was trying to scratch her back and said she
couldn’t reach the itch. I reached over and began lightly scratching her
back. She then leaned over and put her head and arms on the back of an
overstuffed chair. I was directly behind her and her ass was just inches
from my hardening prick. She told me to scratch a little harder and
higher. When I reached forward, my bulging prick pushed lightly against
her buttocks. She didn’t move for a minute while I scratched. She then
asked if I would rub her back firmly. I began kneading her back muscles.
My prick was pushing against the crack of her ass as I rubbed. Beth then
rotated her hips so that her cunt came in contact with my pulsating cock
and she pushed back against me. I thought I was going to come in my pants
when she asked me to untie the back of her halter so I could give her a
real massage. I untied the knot and let the straps fall. As I continued
massaging her back, I peered around her to see her bare breasts hanging.
The sideways movement caused my stiff penis to roll over her cunt. Beth
pushed harder against me and rotated her hips. Seeing her breasts sway and
her erected nipples caused me to lose control and literally come in my
pants. I kept grinding for a few more seconds, but Beth realized what
happened and stood up. She turned to face me. As I stared at her bare
breasts, she asked me to tie her halter back on. I carefully covered her
breasts and reached around her to tie the straps. She gave me a big hug
while I fumbled with the knot. Aunt Beth then told me that I could give
her a massage any time I wanted.
A couple days later I came home and Beth was in the shower. The
bathroom door was partially open. When the water was turned off, I decided
to wait for her to come out. I was rewarded for my patience. She came out
of the bathroom completely naked. She looked at me and said with a smile,
“Oh, you’re home early. I’m just going to my room to dress. I’ll be out in
a few minutes.” I continued to stare as she made no attempt to cover
herself as she walked to her room.
I had been thinking about her saying that I could give her a
massage anytime and decided to act. I followed her, saying, “I’d like
to give you a massage again.” She smiled and said, “That would be nice.”
Beth then spread her towel on the floor beside her bed. She then lay down
on her stomach and folded her arms under her head. She was still nude! Her
legs were spread and I was captivated by her bare cunt. A couple of
minutes later, I recovered and got on my knees between her legs and began
rubbing her back. Beth moaned and told me how good it felt. I proceeded
downward nearly to her buttocks and then switched to her feet. All the
time I massaged her feet and calves I was staring at her moist vagina with
its protruding lips. I then proceeded to her thighs. When I began
squeezing the upper thighs, her cunt was opening and closing and she began
moving her hips in a circular motion. About five minutes of rubbing her
thighs and buttocks was all I could take. I got up and began undressing.
Aunt Beth rolled over and watched me with a big smile. She spread her legs
wide open and reached toward me. She whispered, “Suck my nipples. I really
like that.” As I leaned toward her she grasped my stiff prick and guided
it between her legs. She was very slippery so I penetrated easily. Me
sucking her nipples made her gasp and she wrapped her legs around me and
began rapidly pumping her hips. I returned her thrusts and we came
strongly together. A few seconds later she relaxed, but my semi-hard dick
was still inside her. I continued sucking and licking her nipples. It
really felt good having my penis buried inside her slippery cunt. Beth
began moaning and slowly thrusting and after a minute or so started coming
again. I couldn’t come so soon, but I really enjoyed her thrusting and
hugging. She was slower to calm down after her second orgasm, but when she
did, she became aware of the time and yelled, “My God! Your mother’s due
home any minute. We have to get up.”
I grabbed my clothes and ran to the bathroom. Just as I closed the
door, mom’s car pulled into the driveway. When I came out of the shower,
mom and Beth were talking in the kitchen. I don’t think mom suspected a
thing at that time.
Over the next couple of weeks, Beth taught me how to give a woman
real pleasure. She really liked having me lick and suck her cunt. That
really gave her strong orgasms and she let me fuck her any way I liked
after I licked her to an orgasm. Sometime I mounted her doggy style, but
mostly I liked her straddling me and slowly fucking until I came.
Early one afternoon Beth was on her bed with her legs spread and I
was on my knees beside the bed with my head between her legs. I was
enjoying the wonderful aroma and her moans and gasps of pleasure. When
Beth finished her orgasm, I stood to remove my shorts. Just then we heard
the click of a door closing. Beth jumped and looked toward her partially
open bedroom door. We both got dressed and went to investigate. Mom’s
bedroom door was closed and her car was in the driveway. We went to the
kitchen and began cleaning up. Beth said that she hoped mom hadn’t seen
us, but she didn’t see how she could have missed looking in as she walked
by her room.
A couple hours later, mom came out and said she was sick and came
home for some rest. She didn’t mention seeing us and acted as if nothing
happened. She stayed home for the rest of the week and Beth went out to
work with her clients.
end part1
begin part 2
About a week later, Beth announced that she had accepted a job
offer in a nearby city and would be moving. I have an idea that mom asked
her to move, but neither of them ever told me that. After Beth left, mom
seemed a lot more relaxed and she again became affectionate, giving me
frequent hugs and kisses. One Saturday morning, we were eating breakfast.
Mom had a loose house coat on and I was able to see her breasts when she
bent over. I noticed her nipples were very large and seemed to be erect.
She asked if I would help her with yard work. When I agreed, she went to
her room and changed into a halter and shorts. I had never seen her in
such sexy clothes before and over the day I couldn’t keep my mind off her
nipples pressing against the cotton of her halter and the bulge of her
pubic area which showed on her tight shorts. By afternoon her halter was
wet with sweat and her breasts may as well been bare. The bulge in my
pants must have been obvious. We live in a rural area, so there was no
danger of neighbors seeing mom. Maybe that was why she was so relaxed.
After we finished our work, we both took showers and changed our
clothes. I had told mom that I would help her cook dinner. When I got to
the kitchen, mom was there getting food out of the refrigerator. She had a
cotton sun dress on. It was quite loose around the top and came to about
six inches above the knees. I really felt a strong affection for her and
when she put the food on the counter, I reached out and gave her a hug and
told her that I loved her. She hugged me back and told me she loved me,
too.
We had a very pleasant dinner and after we cleaned up I went to
the living room and turned on the television. I sat on the floor and
leaned back against the sofa. Mom came in and sat on the sofa so that her
legs were right beside me. I could feel her bare leg against my bare arm.
Mom said something about her feet ached after the long day of work. I
naturally began rubbing her foot. I continued massaging her closest foot
for several minutes while we watched the sitcom. Mom told me several times
how good it felt. Suddenly she said, “I need both feet rubbed.” and she
lifted her leg over my head her legs on my shoulders. My head was between
her legs with her bare thighs pressing against my ears. I loved it even
though I was facing the wrong direction to do what I really wanted.
However I now was able to massage both feet. As I rubbed, mom began slowly
opening and closing her thighs. When she had them open, I turned my head
and lightly kissed the inside of her thighs. That caused her to open them
wider and hold them open a little longer. Then mom lifted her buttocks and
slid forward so that my head was nearly touching her cunt. I knew then
what she wanted and, while kissing her thigh just inches below her bush, I
turned and got on me knees in front of her. Mom had her head back and her
eyes closed. I then looked down to see her bare cunt. I licked my way
toward the prize. When I began running my tongue up and down the outside
of the lips of her vagina, mom moaned and slid forward, rotating her
hips to give complete access to her hot cunt. I used all the techniques
that Beth taught me and soon mom was moaning that she was going to come.
She began thrusting her hips and suddenly little squirts of urine ejected
from her cunt as she came strongly. I thought she might squeeze too hard
as she closed her legs , but she released and closed them several times
before she finished coming. I was really horny and needed the relieve the
pressure. When I got up to remove my shorts, mom told me to sit down on
the sofa. She then got on her knees and took my penis in her hands. She
then did something that Beth had never done. Mom began licking, then
sucking my cock. It was incredible. The feeling of her lips and tongue was
different than anything I had ever felt. I wanted it to last forever, but
when mom began flicking her tongue over the sensitive underside of my
excited penis, I lost control. Mom swollowed every drop and continued
sucking until I began to soften. She then got up and sat beside me.
Putting her arm around me, she said, “Thank you, son, for a wonderful
experience.” She then said that she didn’t want me to feel that I was
forced in any way to give her pleasure but that she would always be there
for me. I responded that I was more than happy to give my wonderful mother
pleasure and I hoped she didn’t feel guilty.
A couple of days later we had our second encounter. I came into
her bedroom just as she finished drying from a shower. She made no attempt
to cover herself as I approached her and gave her a hug. She hugged me
back and when I moved toward the bed she willingly went to the edge and
sat down. Again I ate her pussy. She loved it just as much and then gave
me great head. We fell asleep in each others arms. I awoke a couple of
hours later, lying beside my nude mother. I had wanted to explore mom’s
wonderful body and this was my first chance. I reached our and began
lightly stroking her breasts. Before long her nipples grew very large. I
knew Beth loved to have her nipples sucked, so I rolled over and began
sucking the closest nipple. As I sucked my fingers were exploring her
bush. Mom’s slit soon became very slippery and I placed a finger on each
side of her clitoris and began a rotating motion. Mom thrust her hips
forward and gasped as I switched nipples. I knew then that I was going to
fuck my own mother for the first time. I got up to position myself between
her legs, which were now spread wide open. Mom was well lubricated and my
prick slid in easily. Mom whispered, “Oh God, I’ve missed this. Go slow. I
want this to last a long time.”
We fucked for at least half an hour. She rolled on top and hung
breasts in my face so I could kiss and suck her nipples. She really loved
that. Then she let me get on top and we both ground our pubic areas
together. It was an unbelievable experience. Finally she told me she
wanted me to come with her and she really began pumping her hips. I was
afraid I would pop out, but she knew just when to thrust again. When mom
yelled, “Now! I’m coming!”, I lost it. I had the most exciting orgasm I
had ever had. It was far stronger than any I had with Beth. We soon
collapsed into each other’s arms and fell asleep.
The next morning we showered together and ate breakfast. Mom
explained that most people would think of our relationship as wrong and
that it must be our secret. I told her that I understood and loved her too
much to risk hurting our relationship. We have slept together ever since
and I couldn’t be happier. I hope our special bond doesn’t change.
Prince Leon.enjoy. {i guess this doesn’t have any spell mis…}

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Growing up Polygamy Part 2!

Thanks for reading ladies and gents. I tried to get this story out as soon as I could to account for the waiting approval period. Anyway I hope you enjoy.

Michael and John use me as their Whore – story 19

Firstly, my name is Lucy and I’m 24, 5ft 5 with long thick blond hair, 32b/c breasts and I weighed at that time about 110. Most people would say I was nicely put together, my ex always said I was well fuckable. I didn’t find it difficult to get guys. They just came to me and I had difficulty saying no. Young, old, good looking, ugly, thin or fat. If they had a dick I needed it inside me.
I’d been working at the brothel for a few months and I was still fucking Faith’s Dad (Michael) whenever he came to London for business. The only problem was that since the threesome I’d had with him and my 20 year old sister Katie (see Story 17) he’d spent more time fucking her than me.
I’d just walked in the door and Michael smiled at me. He was sat at the kitchen table in a bath robe. I smiled back. I’d just fucked two black guys in the back of a taxi (see Story 18). I could still feel the cum sticking between my thighs. It’d had dried during the walk home and I needed to get some sleep.
Michael was sat in the kitchen. I’d watched him fuck Katie in the arse earlier in the evening. I’d seen him contort his face as he sent his hot load into her shit hole and then collapsed on top of her breathing hard. I’d snuck away, gone out and found some strangers to use me like a cheap slut.
He looked at me as I walked through the door. “We missed you tonight,” he said.
“Yes, I had plans with a friend,” I lied.
He stood up and walked over too me. He reached out and took my tits in his hands and kneaded them softly.
“You’re still horny ? Didn’t you fuck Katie tonight ?”
“Yes. She an incredible fuck. And so young,” he smiled. “I’d love to fuck you right now, but I don’t think I could manage it.”
“That’s ok. I’m kinda tired anyway.”
He walked away from him and into the bathroom. I took a nice long hot shower, washing the black cum from my cunt as best I could. My pussy lips we a bit sensitive but it didn’t stop me rubbing my clit until I came in the shower. When I walked into my room, Michael was lying in bed naked.
“You not sleeping with Katie tonight ?”
“No, she sprawled out in the middle of the bed. No room for me.”
“I dropped my towl and climbed into bed naked.”
“You know, I’d still like to have a threesome with you and my friend John.”
John was a friend of Michael’s. They’d been friends for over 50 years and there fantasy had always been to share a girl, to spit roast her and take both holes at the same time. I wondered if he’d mentioned it to Katie. But even if he had, I’m not sure she’d have been into the idea. She was a little more picky than me.
“What about Katie?”
“I thought it would be better with you. Besides, I’m sure John won’t mind if she were to join in.”
“When do you want to do it?” I asked.
“John can be hear tomorrow night,” he replied.
I shrugged. “OK.”
He smiled and pushed a hand under the bed sheets to adjust his cock.
I laughed. “You cock hard again?”
“Yes. Could you suck it for me?”
“What about Katie?” I asked.
“She’s asleep.”
I moved down the bed and took his big hard cock in my hand. I lowed my lips to his bell end and slowly took his cock into my mouth. I sucked on it hard, spitting on the end and slurping away as he moaned.
“That’s it, suck my cock good and hard,” he moaned.
He cock tasted wonderful. I could taste Katie’s pussy juices mixed with his spunk. I sucked it hard, wanking the base the way he liked it. It didn’t take long to get him off. He moaned out loud and put a hand on top of my head holding it in place. His hot spunk flowed over my tongue and between my teeth.
When he’d finished he let me raise my head. I swallowed his cum in a single gulp. The warmth of it flowing down my throat to mix with the black cum already in my stomach felt wonderful.
“You’re such a slut,” he said.
I smiled, stood up and made my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I walked back into my bedroom, Michael was asleep. I climbed in next to him and closed my eyes. The next thing I remember was waking up on my stomach. I could feel Michael’s cock pushing past my sphincter and burying itself to the hilt in my arse. I groaned as he withdrew it and thrust it back into me.
My arse was very tight and Michael fucked it hard. Again, he was quick. Turned on by the idea of sharing me with his friend. I felt a few ropes of hot cum fill my bowls before he withdrew his cock, rolled back over and went back to sleep.
When I woke up in the morning, Michael was gone. I found him sitting alone in the kitchen. He was just about to leave for work as I grabbed a coffee from the pot and sat down opposite him.
“I can’t wait till tonight. John’s going to love fucking you. I told him what a cheap little slut you are. He’s gagging to fill all your holes with his spunk.”
“As long as I get some rest today, he can do anything he wants to me.”
“Ok,” he replied with a big smile and left for work.
I spent the day in front of the telly, playing with my clit in anticipation of the evenings activities. I rang Katie at work to find out if she wanted to join Michael and John and have a fourway, but she said she already had plans.
When Michael arrived back after work, John walked into the apartment behind him. He wasn’t as good looking ad Michael, but they were about he same age. Both in the fifties. John had a big beers gut and was balding quite a lot.
“John; this is Lucy. The girl I’ve been telling you about.”
“Hi,” I said and walked over too them.
John just stred at me. His mouth open, his eyes scanning my body before fixing on my tits concealed by my pink skin top T-shirt.
“He still thinks I’m joking,” Michael said. “He looked at me and said “why don’t you show John that this isn’t a joke.”
I dropped to my knees and started to pull at his belt. In less than a few seconds I’d reached into his pants with my hand and pulled his hard throbbing cock out. I spat on the tip and rubbed my saliva into his bell end with my hand. Then I clamped my mouth around his shaft and pumped his cock hard with my hand.
I sucked his cock harder and faster as he moaned and cried out.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he moaned. “ahhhhh, suck my cock.”
He grabbed my head and thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. His massive bell end pounding the back of my throat with each thrust. I ckocked loudly as he used my mouth as a fuck hole.
“That’s it,” Michael said. “Use her fucking mouth.”
John pulled his cock from my mouth and pushed me back onto the floor. He started pushing my denim mini-skirt up around my waist as his dropped between my legs. “I have to fuck her cunt,” he moaned and started to yank at my knickers, ripping them off.
“That’s it. Make her your whore,” Michael shouted.
John thrust his hard cock straight into my wet cunt and pounded in and out of me with force. When I cried out, he put a hand over my mouth and thrust harder. I looked up at Michael, his cock was in his hand and his trousers were around his ankles.
With one final thrust, John emptied the biggest load of spunk into my cunt I’d ever felt.
“That’s it, cum in her cunt,” Michael said.
When John finally got off of me, Michael ordered me to get on my knees again. I thought he wanted me to suck his cock, but he yanked at my t-shirt, pulling it off and then freed my tits from my bra. John grabbed my tits and squeezed them together as Michael fucked them, rubbing his massive cock in my cleavage.
“Turn around and suck his dick clean”, Micheal said.
I turned and took John’ cock in my mouth. I was on my hand and knees wondering where Mike would stick his cock. His hands were exploring the flesh of my arse and then I felt the tip of his bellend pushing against my pussy lips.
“Sloppy seconds here I come,” he said and thrust his cock straight inside me.
He pounded in and out of me for a few minutes and then pulled out and thrust his cock into my arse hole. Johns spunk on his cock lubricating his fist thrust. In just a few short seconds I felt rope after rope of cum flow into my arse. At the same time, John shot cum into my mouth before pulling his cock from my throat and splashing the remainder of his spunk in my face.
They helped me up and pulled my skirt off. I led them into the bedroom where they removed the rest of their cloths and climbed onto the bed next to me. They talked about what they were going to do to me as if I wasn’t there.
When they were both hard they used my like a fuck toy. Exhausted I straddled Michael, taking his cock into my cunt. John climbed up behind me, sliding his cock into my cum filled arsehole. They rock me back and forward, thrusting inside me for 5 minutes. I moaned in pleasure as an orgasm rippled through my body. The feeling of hot spunk flowing into both holes at the same time sent me over the edge and as another orgasm ripped through my body I collapsed unconscious onto Michael’s chest.
I don’t know how long I was out, but when woke up, they were either side of me, wanking there cocks in my face. They delivered their last loads of the evening into my face, mouth, ears and eyes. I slept covered in their spunk.

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I Hire Help

Hired Help
I had just moved to town, and was in the market for a new house pet/slave girl. I suppose that I could have checked the personal ads, but I have found that women who volunteer to be owned sometimes feel that they have to instruct the master in how they should be owned. No, thank you! I prefer naturally submissive women who are given no choice but to accept my ownership. And how do I go about finding such treasures? It is as easy as placing a help wanted add.
Wanted House Maid
For elderly bachelor – duties include, laundry, house cleaning,
running errands, and some light cooking. Tel: 555-5555.[/b]
There were over thirty responses and of the thirty, seven I judged to be submissive enough to be taken under the right circumstances. But one was a real beauty. Single mother, unemployed, desperate for work, she was ready to be taken. When I explained to her that she would need to wear a maid’s uniform, she had no problem with it. I watched her legs tighten a bit as she answered.
“This cunt is already wet,” I thought. “Stand up and turn around for me.” She looked surprised but obeyed without question. This one was really ripe for the picking. “I am an old man, and if I am going to employ a young lady to work for me, I want to enjoy watching her to it. Does that seem unreasonable to you?”
“No, sir,” she stammered. “I hope to be pleasing.”
She was the only one that I called back. In fact, when I called her, I offered her the job. When I told her that she would be clearing $600 a week after taxes, she was almost gushing over the phone. I gave her the address of the uniform company where I had opened an account. First thing in the morning she was to pick up her uniform and come here to change into it. By 9:30 in the morning, I expected her to present herself for inspection. We both agreed to a six week “try-out” time where either party was free to terminate the relationship at will.
I
t was 9:15 when I let her in and showed her a room that she could change into her work clothes and store her personal belongings. Well, it was more of a walk-in closet than a room, but it was good enough for her.
Her uniform was a modest one piece maid’s uniform that you might see in an upscale hotel. I could tell that she was expecting something sexier, but, at this stage, I want her off balance and a bit disappointed. I would not move her from this level for a month.
One month later
Sarah, the cunt’s name turned out to be Sarah, had settled in nicely in her new position. I could tell from her demeanor that she was getting comfortable having a paycheck. She saw the future before her as one smooth road that she would coast along on. I decided that it was time to change things for her. I called her to me and sat in my easy chair while she stood in front of me.
“Sarah, I was looking for my blue and red shirt this morning, and I could not find it. I went down to the laundry room and there it was in the drier.”
Sarah brought both hands to her face. “Oh, I am so sorry, Sir. I don’t know how it happened, Sir. It will never happen again, I promise.”
“I’m sorry, Sarah, it is just not working out. I have to let you go.”
Sarah saw her whole future dissolve in front of her eyes. Then, I think, she remembered that she had put the shirt in the right drawer last night. She was a smart girl, she knew what was coming, and she knew that she was going to acquiesce to it.
“Please sir,” she said, “Please allow me to serve you.” As she said this, she removed her uniform, bra, and panties. She placed her hands behind her head and waited.
I let her wait. The human body is not happy being still. It is almost always in a constant adjustment. But when a girl is left standing with her legs spread apart and her chest arched outward because of the way the shoulders are thrown back when the hands a placed behind the head, she starts to feel awkward real fast. She was also aware that my sight was directed to her pussy which was soaking wet. She was aware of herself being controlled by the will of another.
“All right, let’s be clear what we are agreeing to, shall we,” I asked. “For the sum of $600 dollars a week, you will continue to be my maid, but you are also willing to become my sex slave, which I may use in any way that I choose. Is that about it?”
“Yes, sir,” Sarah replied.
“What does that make you?”
“Sir?”
“What does that make you, Cunt,” I asked. “For six hundred bucks a week I get to fuck you. So once again, what does that make you?”
Sarah was I noticed near to have some type of orgasm. She hadn’t touched herself, but her eyes were dilated, and her clit was playing peek-a-boo through her hood.
“I’m your whore, Sir” she was coming. I had never seen anything like it. I released myself and just stroked gently while she started to reach for herself. I did not stop her. Soon she was rubbing her clit and finger fucking herself as though her life depended on it. She arched her neck back and gave forth a sound that was part scream, part groan, and all release. She was finished.
I told her to kneel of the floor before she fell down. She then noticed, for the first time, my cock more or less just standing there. She started to reach for it, but I told her to keep her position.
“That was very nice, but you are never to do it again,” I said to her surprised face. “This cunt is mine, and only I decided what happens to it. You are never to come again without my permission. Well, whore, any questions?”
“No, Sir.”
“Tomorrow, return your uniform. From now on when you are here you will be naked.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Whenever I touch you, you will lock your hands behind your back.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Your first job every morning will be to blow me. If I am asleep, that is how you will wake me. If I am awake, you will blow me. Every morning you will start your work day by blowing me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to hurt you. You understand that, right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What are you?”
“I’m your whore, Sir.”
I dropped my pants and made her sit on me with her back facing me. After giving her asshole a bit of lube job, I entered in to her to the sound of her cry. It was music to my ears. I started to play with her cunt as I reached inside of her feeling for that certain spot and with my other hand I started to rub her clit. I was really pressing down on her clit. I told her to use her hands to pull her nipples. She obeyed. Soon she was begging to be allowed to come. I held off and then agreed as I wrapped myself around and in her. We were both panting as we parted. She got up, went to a bathroom and returned with water and wash cloths. She cleaned me, as would a servant would her master.
I’m telling you, this girl was a natural. Sure, she was going to take the money. She needed it. But her need for an owner went so much deeper. Already I was beginning to see signs in her eyes that she was falling in love with me. They just can’t help it. It’s their nature to love their owners with pure devotion. But I am an owner, and owners have their nature as well. As natural as it is for a slave to love her master, it is equally natural for an owner to fall in love with his slave. It is this ability to love that sets a true owner apart from a sadistic psychopath. One loves his treasured possession and the other only wishes to see it destroyed. She didn’t know it, but I started to fall in love with her during the first interview.
The thing is that slaves like pets know that they are loved and treasured, and they try to use that knowledge to control, to some extent, their owner. While in a dog or a cat, this trait may seem cute, in a slave in can be near fatal. A good sex slave needs a constant firm hand. They must be trained like a thoroughbred. A horse that is firmly guided with love and understanding will jump over a hedge without being able to see what is on the other side. But if the horse has on occasion gotten the upper hand with its rider, it will not trust its rider enough to make the jump.
And then there is, of course, the pure glory of controlling something as beautiful as a sex slave. Even the idea of owning another person makes a true owner’s blood boil. Ownership is so far beyond consensual, that they barely exist in the same world. I loved her. She will come to love me. She will jump the hedge for me.
She is at my feet. “Suck on me,” I commanded. At once she pounced on my cock like I had just given her permission to gobble up a scoop of her favorite ice cream. I grabbed her head and made her look me in the face with my cock in her mouth. “I own you, you fucking little bitch. Not one part of your body is yours; it is all mine.” She reacted like I had just given her the keys to candy store. She bent down to better administer to my prick’s needs, and I swear, that I heard her purr. With a cock in her mouth she was as happy as a kitten.
The next morning I was dreaming that I was fucking her; then I slowly began to leave the dream to discover that she was sucking my cock slowly and lovingly. Men have killed to feel what I was feeling as I came into her mouth and watch her swallow it like it was nectar. It was at that moment that I showed her a weakness. I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. I really loved this woman. I was amazed when she responded with a passion of her own that matched mine.
“You are my true lord and master. I have waited for you my entire life.”
I went dark. “What you were waiting your entire life for was some guy to buy your ass for $600 a week?”
Blowing my mind, she didn’t miss a step, “Yes, master, your whore has waited her entire life for you.”
“Breakfast.”
“At once, Sir.”
She was good. She served more food than I would eat and then knelt at my side. From time to time I would place a morsel of food into her mouth, which she would accept and swallow down. From that time on, as long as she was in the house, that was how she was fed. I am not a great fan of water bowls for slaves, so I would allow her to drink from my cup. Also after I have left the kitchen and she is cleaning up, she is allowed to have a coffee and cigarette break. I am not a heartless person. She gets three breaks a day, and more when she spends the night.
The rest of the morning is spent during light housework. Whenever I touch her she stops what she is doing and places her hands behind her back.
I have hurt her as well. It’s part of who I am. I like to bring a whip down on a helpless female. And it just so happens that I happen to own a female that I can whip to my heart’s content.
Life is good.
One Year Later
Yesterday marked our first anniversary. For the last 365 days I have awoke each morning to a loving blow job from my sex slave Sarah. Also over the last year our love and passion for each other had grown to an all consuming flame.
There are two schools of owners. The first school treats a slave like a recruit in an army boot camp. The slave is constantly broken down. The idea appears to be to wipe the slave’s personality clean and replace it with desperation to obey and please. Their slaves live a life of subservience and fear.
I am in the second school. While we do share a lot with the first school, my kind of owner models his style somewhat after pet owners who train their pets to perform. I enjoy seeing Sarah happy, much in the way that a cat owner likes to see his kitty happy and playful. While the first school does not really allow much in the way of slave happiness, the second school gets off on it. One cat lady told me that there was no reason to own them if you can’t spoil them. I like Sarah to be happy, but she knows that there are lines that she cannot cross. When I take her out in public, she is treated almost as if she were an equal, with just the occasional reminder necessary to bring her back in line. She is, after all, owned. When she is happy, it is because I allow it. And when I wish to hear her cry out in agony, she will cry for me. This is her life with me now. I don’t know what she thinks about when I send her back to her family. I never ask. But this I will say, out of the past 365 morning blow jobs, there was not one that was done mechanically. She is quite simply, “the best little girl-slave in the whole wide world.” There is something very deep inside of her that responds to that. It is another thing that I love about her.
This morning, for the first time, I stopped her and open my arms to her and she buried her head in my neck. I rolled her on her back and entered her. She was gushing wetness. I slid in like I was returning home. And home seemed very happy with my return. It was bouncing up and down like it was trying to greet me like a puppy does when its master has been away. It took a minute to match her rhythm. I leaned over her, and told her that I loved her. She now had wrapped herself, arms, and legs around me. “I love you, Master,” she cried back at me. “May I come?”
“No,” I answered, wait. Come with me.” Then I took her head in my hands and looked deep into her eyes as I came inside of her. She came with me, never averting her glance. She came again still locked into my eyes, and then dropped her legs back to the bed. I was still holding her and kissing her.
“I love you, Master,” she said again in a contented tone that any man would be proud to hear.
“I love you too,” I replied, “Happy Anniversary.”
“You remembered,” she cried in delighted disbelief.
“Breakfast.”
“At once master, may I clean you first?”
“You are a good girl.” I guided her head to my groin and watched her clean me with her mouth and tongue. She had no idea that today, her slavery was going to be taken a step further than she had foreseen.
I enjoy feeding her. Sometimes I will offer her a bit on a fork, and other times I use my fingers. When I use my fingers, she is careful to lick them clean after each bite. She truly was a natural, an owner’s dream.
After I had finished eating, I returned to my bedroom and dressed. Since I had no place that I needed to be today, I just put on a pair of sweat pants, shirt, and a light sweater. The house is always kept warm because of Sarah lack of clothing.
As I was about to enter the den, the security system said that a car had pulled into my driveway. I switched on a monitor and saw a couple approaching the front door. I went to answer it. At the doorway were a man and women. The man was holding a copy of the “Watchtower” magazine. They were Jehovah Witnesses or JW’s for short.
“Good morning, brother, we have come to tell you some really good news about the bible.”
“No shit,” I responded, “I guess you better come in then.”
They both came into the living room and sat down. The man made a motion to my chair, but I directed him to sit beside his lady companion. The guy was a clear dork, but the woman kept lowering her eyes whenever I looked at them.
“So I understand that God says that I can beat my slave as hard as I want as long as she is able to walk in two days. Is that right?”
“Well yes, the Old Testament does say things like that, but we have changed since then,”
“Has God changed?”
“God is unchanging.”
“That is what I thought, so if God says that it is OK to beat my slave, it’s OK?”
“But no one has slaves anymore.”
“I do.” His eyes popped open. He didn’t believe that he had heard what he had heard. The young lady was clearly aroused. Interesting. I picked up my bell and gave it a tinkle. The bell can be heard throughout the house, and Sarah has 30 seconds to appear before me or she gets ten lashes. Since she was in the kitchen, which is the next room, there was no reason for her to hesitate, but she had only five seconds to spare has she came into the living room and assumed her standing position. “This is my slave, Sarah. We are not married. She is not my girlfriend. She is simply something that I own.” The female JW’s mouth was open. The dork didn’t know what to do, but the tent that he was pitching in his pants seemed to indicate that his mind was not on Jehovah. Meanwhile tears were falling down Sarah’s face. Her whole body was turning red with embarrassment. I turned Sarah around so that they could see the whip marks on her body.
“As you can see she is able to walk, so I am assuming that Jehovah approved and enjoyed the ass whipping I gave her as much as I did.”
The man grabbed his companion by the hand and ran for the door. When they were half way to their car, I called out, “Miss, I think you left your cell phone here.”
She looked in her purse, said something to the man and ran back into the house. As soon as she was in the door I grabbed her and lifted her skirt, I could feel that her wetness had soaked her panties. I gave her my card. “Call me,” I said. She nodded to both of us and walked back to her companion. Of course, there was no cell phone, and she knew that when she decided to lie to her companion and return to me. Maybe something will come of it, who knows.
I told Sarah to stay in position; I had something to say to her.
“Sarah, it has been a year that you have been my slave. And, I must say, that you have been as good a slave as I have ever owned. But I just don’t feel right about the way that I took you. I sort of forced you into being owned. So, as of now, I am setting you free. I have your maid’s uniform upstairs; you can change into it right now and continue to work here.”
Sarah was a smart girl, she knew what was happening and she was surprised to find that she welcomed it. She fell to her knees and pulled my pants down and kissed my penis.
“I am begging to be owned by you, Master.” What was amazing to both of us was the sincerity of her words. They were coming from a place so deep in Sarah that she was not aware of its existence until it spoke through her.
I had planned on playing with her for awhile, making her beg, and plea to be taken. But we were both shaken by what was happening. My acceptance of her came from just as deep. She took me in her mouth and just held me there. I am a simple man who likes simple things. Give me a beautiful woman with my cock in her mouth, and I am a pretty happy guy. I was just about to be a very happy guy when the phone rang. Since Sarah had me in her mouth, I answered the phone. It was the female JW, whose name turned out to be Debbi. Debbi had called to tell me that Joe, the JW dork, had gone to the police and said that I was holding a woman against her will in sexual slavery. I thanked Debbie, and I told her that I have noted her number on my called ID, and would be getting back to her. I could hear sirens from far away getting closer. I told Sarah what was going on and sent her upstairs to change into the maid’s uniform, and to wait there until I rang for her. She was a smart girl. I saw no need to tell her what to tell the cops. I could trust her intelligence.
I met the police at the door. “We were told that you are holding someone here against their will.”
“Really officer, me? Holding someone against their will? Really? Are you sure you got the right address?”
“May we come in?”
‘I haven’t decided yet. I assume that you have no warrant?” The silent cop was trying to look through my windows, but I have all my downstairs windows coated with a security film that lets light in, but not out. With the games that I play in the house, I did not want to have to endure an infestation of peeping toms.
“Look, the guy that owns the next house down is holding someone against their will there. Now are you going to go there as well with sirens blaring? Oh, very well come in.”
I escorted them to my den where they stood as I sat at my desk. “Well?”
“Do you live here alone Sir.”
“Yes.”
“Big house for one person; I assume that you have help.”
“Yes, I have a maid. She is upstairs at the moment.”
“May we see her?”
“I don’t see why not,” I said as I pushed a buzzer.
Sarah appeared in her maid’s outfit with rubber gloves on. She looked as though she had been cleaning a bathroom.
“You buzzed, Sir,” She said as she came into the room.
“Tell these policemen your name and social security number.” Sarah obeyed. I turned my computer so that the police could see the spreadsheet. “This is from my payroll service, as you can see, she has been paid weekly, and all of her withholding money has been deposited with both the state of federal governments. Sarah is legally employed by me. She has her own address, where she lives with her mother, brother, and children. She is not kept here against her will, and does not sleep in a cage in some dark dungeon under the house.
“Sir, what is going on,” Sarah asked. I explained that the police were concerned for her safety. “As they can see, I am safe. Can I go back to work now?”
“Would you mind stepping outside for a minute, Miss,” one policeman asked. Sarah agreed and stepped outside where she was free from my influence, and told them that she was simply my maid, and if there was something between that old man and young healthy her, it would be him they should be worrying about. They apologized and left.
“It’s your own fault, you know. If you hadn’t had to be such a show off . . ., oh, never mind,” she said has she stomped up stairs.
When she was nude again and came down for lunch, she asked, “What are you going to do with Debbi?”
I passed her a piece of paper with Debbi’s number on it. “It’s you she wants. She just saw me as the price that she needed to pay to get to you. So you do with her whatever you want.” She took the paper and took it to her closet. I had bought matching robes for the two of us, which I used this occasion to give to her. “I don’t want either of us catching a chill,” I said, “and I want you to wear this when we go out tonight. I passed her three boxes, the larger was a cocktail dress (basic black), followed by shoes, and finally an amethyst necklace.
That night as we dined together at one of the better eateries in town, we sat in a curved booth so that she could sit beside me rather than across from me. We ordered drinks, and when they were served, we toasted our new year and new relationship. I handed her a small egg shaped device, “Put this inside you and see that it doesn’t fall out all night.”
She looked down at the table and modestly said, “Yes, Sir,” and picked up the egg. I did enjoy watching her insert the toy while trying to look from the table level up that she was simply enjoying her drink. When she brought her hands to the top of the table, I hit the switch on the remote control in my pocket. Her jaw dropped and her eyes bugged. I watched her get flush, and then turned off the vibrator. Sarah was looking at me, panting through her mouth. She had a wildness about her that was most agreeable. I let her eat her meal mostly in peace. I did throw the switch a few times; just on and off, to get her attention. It never ceases to amaze me how sexual excitement adds to a woman’s beauty. With my left hand I felt her pussy. The poor girl was gushing. Her new dress was going to need a trip to the laundry tomorrow.
“You really have no shame at all, do you,” I asked after desert as I raised a cup of coffee to my lips.
“I don’t understand, Sir,” she said, and gasped as I turned the vibrator on. She started to reach for herself, but I stopped her.
“Leave your hands on the table, Bitch,” I said in my best cruel voice. “You were going to reach for your cunt weren’t you, you dirty little whore? At least try to act like a lady.” All the time that I was talking the vibrator was doing its work. Soon her face took on a pleading look.
“Please Sir.” Her body showed signs of rocking. She was holding the table. There are simply no words to describe how beautiful she was. The candle light illuminated her face. She was biting her lips from the inside.
“Please sir what? I asked.
“May I come sir”
“Of course not, we can’t have you bucking and screaming all over. This is a place where decent people come to eat. Please try to behave yourself.”
“I’ll be quiet, I promise Master, please.”
T
he look on her face when I consented was priceless. She kind of stretched out on the cushion while I spotted a waitress and motioned her over. Sarah did her best, and I did turn off her little toy, but the waitress never shifted her gaze from Sarah’s face. Sarah looked back with a look of triumph mixed with humiliation. I gave the waitress my credit card, and asked Sarah if she were free to spend the night. As long as she could leave early, she answered.. She fell asleep with my cock in her mouth. I did some rearranging of the blankets and let her sleep.
I woke up the next morning to a blow job.
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