les histoires de chrislebo

"Yes! Oooh! Yes, hit my boob! Aah! Punish me, I've been so bad! Yeah, oh so good! Oh God, do what you want, just keep fucking meee!" she whined, not really conscious about what she was saying anymore. Completely in the power of her emotions, she just wanted him to continue, to do with her as he pleased, when and how he pleased!

Not many sexy, big-titted blondes offered that to James, and the power he was getting over her was intoxicating -- and very, very arousing. In fact, listening to the slutty teen cry out was making the powerful sensation in his cock grow with explosive speed, and it didn't last long before he was on the verge of his first orgasm of the day -- one of several, with two sexy sluts in the house, he was sure...

Unlike Carol who was blissfully unaware of Andrea's presence, James had noticed her when they rolled around... and he'd noticed the camera. He'd seen enough porn to know what the 'money-shot' means and how (and where!) he'd enjoy it captured by the cam the most. In a fluid movement, he pulled out of Carol's eagerly gaping cunt, rolled out of the bed, stood up next to it, grabbed Carol by the hair and pulled her head to his cock.

She looked quite confused but it only took a few strokes before his cock exploded, sending its hot, white loads directly into the face of the shocked blonde.

"Ahh...!" he groaned loudly as the orgasm made his knees tremble but he still held a tight grip of the long, blonde hair, using it to steady Carol. Not that she tried to escape but sometimes you just gotta remind the sub who's in charge!

Three times did his cock erupt over her face that sadly had lost all traces of what little make-up she'd been wearing when she left home yesterday. Still, it was a damn sexy sight; the sticky cream hit her in long lines across her face and immediately started to run down her chin -- in the slow, comfortable speed sperm moves in, of course. The amount of sperm powerd her to shut her right eye completely, and there was a streak from her nose all the way up in her hair. She'd shut her mouth once she understood what was happening, so nothing had escaped in between her soft, red lips.

"Ahh..." James sighed again, this time sounding very relieved -- well, truth be told he was... what man isn't after an orgasm? He shook his cock a little over her face, getting a last trace out of it (that dripped down on Carol's cheek), and then slapped her a bit with his still-erect cock. He didn't quite know why but guys in porns often did that... and it actually did give him a satisfying, superior feeling, putting her in her spot as the sub.

No sooner had he finished cuming before Andrea was there with her camera, still completely naked. She moved her incredible body around, trying to find the best angle to capture Carol's offense, firing pictures off as fast as the camera allowed.

"What the hell are you doing?" Carol screeched when she noticed and turned her face away, trying to hide her... well, not shame, she wasn't ashamed of having James' cum on her face, but still... her indecency.

"Capturing this unforgettable moment," Andrea smirked wickedly and took a picture of Carol's away-turned head.

"Stop it! James, tell her to stop!" she demanded. Well, it's not the best idea to demand stuff of the guy you just submitted to -- again.

"Hmm... no, I think we should get a few pictures. You look good with my cum on your face..." he decided, and she looked at him in surprise (allowing Andrea to get a few more shots), "make sure to get some of her tits as well."

"Will do," she grinned back at him.

"Now, stick out your tongue and lick some cum off!" she demanded and Carol -- shocked by James' order but determined to show herself as an obedient sub -- reluctantly obeyed, not at all caring for the salt taste of the thick, warm fluid.

"Don't wrinkle your nose! It's the best taste in the world...!" Andrea exclaimed shocked as the camera flashed, "now, gimme the sluttiest smile you have. Like that yeah... and now push your tits together... yeah, and lick 'em! No, the nipples..."

---

When the three of them made their way down to the kitchen -- Andrea now wearing a sexy, red bra-and-panties-set and a pair of red pumps, Carol with a clean-washed face and a humred expression in her eyes and James with a very pleased grin -- they noticed that Andrea had only put two plates at the table.

"Eh... you forgot a plate," Carol pointed out. Earlier she might have bitched at what she saw as an attempt to slight her or to steal her place but after James' stern warning and the humiliating (yet oddly arousing! She was becoming as bad as his other slut!) experience with his cum and her camera she felt a bit more demure.

"No, I didn't," Andrea answered with a pleased smile. She liked that Carol had been taken down a peg or two... although she had also liked the powerful domina who had made her lick cum out of her cunt last night. She went to one of the chairs and gracefully knelt down next to it, "my place is at Master's feet, eating scraps from his plate."

Carol looked a bit shocked at this, and it was certainly news to James as well. Usually when they ate together, she sat at the table next to him or beside him -- but he liked this development! Andrea had felt a bit insecure when James had sent her downstairs, so she'd decided to reassert her place as his sub number one. As she knelt next to his place, her hands holding on to her high heels and puffing out her chest (just so he'd have something nice to look at, of course), she looked so defenceless and submissive that she brought a protective smile to James' lips... and a series of jerks to his spent cock!

---

Once they were done eating, Carol found her clothes -- it had felt oddly liberating to eat naked and also very good for her self-esteem. Neither of her companions had made fun of her slightly-too-large stomach and hips. She'd eaten healthier too, but that might just be because she wanted to impress James and Andrea...

"I'll see you Monday," she smiled at James as they stood in the hallway, saying goodbye. Andrea had stayed in the kitchen, cleaning up.

"Yes, we will," he smile back, but as she turned to leave, he grabbed her, spun her around and planted a soft kiss on her lips. Unprepared but not at all ***, she returned his kiss with passion and eagerly went into his embrace, and hugged him back. His tongue entered her mouth unhindered and began a gentle dance with hers, while he pressed her into him -- and for once (just this once) stopped his hands from moving down to her temptingly close ass.
"Mhm..." she murmured when they came up for air, and she gave him a silly, pleased grin before she turned around and left -- making sure to sway her hips in her heels for his benefit. James had lent her one of Andrea's jackets, so she didn't have to endure all the stares on the way home... though her short skirt still looked delicious!

While she waited for the bus, she pondered everything that had happened since she rang the doorbell last night -- the wonderful sex, the strange submissive arousal of being photographed in a humiliating position (and knowing that they'd probably end up on James and Andrea's sex-site) and how much better James had made everything just by giving her a heartfelt goodbye-kiss.

As she stood there, still dressed for sex and with a streak of cum still in her hair (which no-one would notice, hopefully!) she realised how much she looked forward to seeing James again.

"If only..." she sighed, wishing she could go back -- where he and Andrea no doubt were having fun -- she'd seen how much he liked having her on her knees, feeding her whatever he felt like, and her grateful looks up at him for the slightest bit of attention.

But she had promised to visit her parents' this weekend, and if she missed the train, they'd think something strange was up... and she wasn't really ready to tell them about James.

---

Things back at Andrea's house weren't as fun as Carol was imagining though. Having gotten his craving for sex satisfied from Carol, and now his desire for food, James decided to set up his laptop to check on their sexsite (and his webcomics...).

"You should get writing on your blog," he told Andrea -- who hadn't gotten her craving for sex satisfied -- and being fed by James' hands had only made that craving so much more intense! -- but nevertheless she had to quiet the cries of her raging cunt and find her laptop, all with a smile plastered on her face like a good slavegirl.

The smile quickly turned genuine as she entered SexSlaveAndrea.com though...

"Nice, I've gotten a message... holy cuckolds brownie, I've gotten tons of messages!" she exclaimed when she saw how full the inbox James had designed for her was.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, and quickly went to the site to see if he too had gotten mail. He did (though not quite as much as Andrea but then again, he wasn't a slutty woman being used for sex online...), and he began reading, "hey, listen to this: 'Great site and a great woman! I hope to see more of her... keep it updated!' And there are more like that!" He turned to Andrea with a wide, pleased smile, eager to share his glory with her.

She was sitting next to him and with a frown, intently reading on her screen and -- for the first time since they got together -- ignored him. James looked at the screen and saw:

An erect penis. A long, hard cock.

When she noticed him looking she blushed profoundly, "someone sent me this with... well, some silly message, really..." she said weakly, getting confused at the hurt look in James' eyes. In his stomach, a cold knot of fear and jealousy was quickly growing and swallowing all good feelings, leaving him with a guarded expression.

"What message?" he asked in a low voice that made Andrea swallow nervously, before she read the words below the image: "A sexy slut like you should be with a real man. Leave the wimp and come to me," she read and powerd a laugh, "isn't that silly?"

"Yes, silly," James said in a monotone voice and looked at a point next to Andrea, carefully avoiding eye-contact, "but why were you looking at it though?"

"Well, I wasn't, I was just... curious, I was going to..." she tried to explain, not really knowing why she had been so curious about it. It was clear that James was extremely hurt by this and more than a little jealous. Andrea flashed back to the mall, where a salesman had flirted with her, and she hadn't turned him down fast enough, so James had just left the store in a fit of jealousy.

"Yeah, I understand," he said with a sickly, unconvincing smile, still avoiding her eyes, "but I think it's time for me to head home. Mom might get nervous, you understand..."

"What?!" Andrea exclaimed, "why? Listen, I-I don't care about this guy! He's a gross, adolescent... boy! who thinks it's cool to send pictures of his cock to strange women! Please, stay here..."

"It has nothing to do with that," James lied with a fake smile, "I'm just heading home..."

Nothing Andrea could say seemed to get through to him, he mostly ignored her as he packed his laptop and went for the door.

"Please, Sir!" she begged going down on her knees, looking at him with desperate eyes, "may I kiss your feet before you go?" It sounded melodramatic even to her own ears but perhaps if she could remind him of her lowly status as his slave he would forget about that idiot on the net?

"Property of Master James," he spelled out, letting his finger follow each word as he said it, "mine, in other word," he smiled up at her, and got an eager nod in return.

"That's good to know," he muttered and let his fingers run a little lower this run, finding her moist slit.

"Oooh, yeah..." she sighed, hoping he'd keep doing that -- or better yet, do some more!

"So tell me about your meeting with Liselle?" he told her as his fingers moved further and further south, where it gradually became wetter and wetter...

"Oh, she was very NICE! Ooh, yes!" she moaned as his exploring led him across some very sensitive spots, "she offered me to pay for the tattoooooh! Ahh, you're so good, Master..."

"Pay for the tattoo?" he repeated inquiringly as he found her little, hard clit but pointedly ignored it... for now.

"Hmm? Oh, yes. She said I could come into the back and pay for it... said she could easily find a position for a 'sexy little girl' like me... Please, Master, it feels soooo gooood!" Even Andrea didn't quite know what she was begging for anymore, but him exploring her sensitive, cum-hungry cunt while she described the humiliating and aroused experience she had had with the kinky tattooist.

"I bet that blonde bitch couldn't keep her hands off this, could she?" James asked as he kept stroking, massaging and teasing her wet slit.

"No, she couldn't," the aroused woman agreed, "I think she liked how wet I became as she wrote your mark on me..."

"And you liked her touching you, didn't you?" he demanded, not at all threatened by this possibility -- it was a sexy thought after all, Andrea and Liselle together...

"A bit! Oh, more than a bit! I'd have let her do what she wanted to me, if I wasn't owned by you!" Andrea admitted.

"Yeah, you're definitely a slut," James declared with a smile and found the entrance to her sacred hole. Slowly -- painfully slowly! -- his finger worked its way into her welcoming opening, "aren't you?"

"Ahhhh! Oh God, yes, but I'm only your slut!" she responded, trying to spread her legs further. Not that it was needed, James had all the space between her thighs he needed, but he appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

On a pure impulse, he suddenly lowered his mouth down to her wet, hairless cunt and gave her a series of quick, testing licks. Andrea hadn't had her pussy licked for a very long time and gave a little whine of surprise as she felt his soft tongue lovingly connect with her sensitive skin: "Mhmm!"

The taste of her pussy-juices still wasn't James' favourite but at the same time if felt... sexy, naughty to the young master. It was a kind of atonement to him: He'd misbehaved and was now being punished... by himself, and she'd done something incredibly right and was rewarded for it.

"So, tell me step by step what happened in the shop with Liselle the blonde bitch, while I explore these soft secrets -- that she wanted so badly!" he ordered as he looked up at his sexy slave, only able to see the top-half of her face -- the rest was hidden behind her mighty tits.

"Oh, well, you already read..." she began but in the same James' tongue found her clit and paid it a lot of careful attention -- until he suddenly stopped. Andrea got the message; if she wanted this exquisite and extremely rare pleasure, she'd have to tell him what he wanted to hear.

James quickly caught on to the pussy-licking deal. He had an instinctive grasp of the mechanics, and Andrea was not a hard woman to please -- especially considering that with the exception of a couple of minutes with James a few weeks ago, no one had licked her pussy in... well, years! She was not about to lose the chance when it finally presented itself!

"Well, I told her I wanted a tattoo, right? And when I told her I wanted it right above my pussy her entire face lit up in a wolf-like grin and she looked at me like she wanted to eat me... Oh, yes, Master, please continue! Ooooh..." she interrupted herself when James locked his lips around her eager little clit, sucked it into his mouth and teased it mercilessly with his tongue. It felt sooo good!

But as soon as she started moaning instead of telling her story, he let go. A twisted form of encouragement, really -- the more she told him, the more he'd pleasure her -- and thus made it harder for her to tell the story! Not that Andrea was about to complain! She loved her Master's mouth on her cunt, and she wanted nothing more than to sink beneath that indescribable pleasure and succumb to the orgasm that had been building in her all day. Unlike both Carol and James, Andrea hadn't cum since yesterday after all...

"Mhm, where was I? Oh yes, first we picked out what I wanted -- and when I told her the words 'Property of Master James' and where I wanted it, she practically licked her lips! I could see her nipples harden through her thin tank-top! She studied me, kept undressing me with her eyes -- and she was very interested in my collar, and what it says!

Oh, yes, thank you, Master! Right there, right there" Andrea cried out in delight as her clit was sucked into James' mouth again and felt the soft, insisting touches of his tongue but she hurried to continue, "so she laid me down on that bench, lifted up my skirt and saw my shaved pussy. Oh yeah, I shaved it all off before I left home... and I figured I wouldn't need panties, since... well, you know. Mhmm... It feels so good!" she panted and writhed in delight, trying to give James an even better angle.

But feeling him slow down, she hurried on with her story: "She was veeery interested in my naked crotch, I can tell you that! And she didn't seem in a hurry to get her tattoo-things, oh no. 'I gotta get a feel of the skin and such first,' she told me, as she gently massaged me, just above my pussy. Not that I believed her but it felt quite good... and so naughty to be felt up by a strange girl. Not as good as you, of course!" she hurried to add.

Not that she had needed to, as James didn't even feel remotely threatened by another woman. A man was one thing, a woman something completely different. Besides... Andrea in a lesbian scene was quite the arousing thought...

"Suddenly one of her fingers 'slipped' and ran down the length of my pussy -- that was already quite wet at this point. Well, okay, it had been wet since I woke up and saw Carol handle your beautiful cock... but that's not really the point. 'Oops,' she said as her finger continued downwards, feeling my wetness and she had this wide grin on her lips -- it was so clear she did it on purpose but I just let her... it felt so good!" Andrea admitted, not at all looking remorseful, "and that's when she suggested I paid for it in a... less traditional way..."

"What did she say?" James demanded, temporary taking his mouth off her clit -- to Andrea's frustration!

"Well, she, ooooh! Yes, thank you, Master, thank you!" she exclaimed when his mouth again found her pleasure-button and pressed it repeatedly, causing waves of excitement to rush through her body and powering her to fight to maintain her concentration! "she looked up at me while her finger was still running up and down my slit, and she gave me this wicked smile, right? And she said: 'Why don't we go into the backroom and discuss other payments options? I'm sure I could find a position for a sexy little girl like you that wouldn't be so expensive...' and she gave me this sly wink. Oh God, my cunt began to drip -- I just knew she'd done it with others! Taken them into her dirty little room and had them lick her cunt as payment! Or fucking, whatever she wanted, really!" Andrea was really getting into the spirit, James' mouth and the memory of her erotic encounter were slowly driving her mad. She needed to finish her story, so she could ask him to cum (or more accurately, beg...)!

"But I said, Oh my fucking GOD, YES!" she screamed when James stuck two fingers up her well-oiled hole and quickly began fingerfucking her. God, she couldn't even think un-sexy thoughts to keep from cuming, she had to retell what happened at the tattoo-parlour!

"Mhmm! Yes, Master, so... good...!" she moaned but knew he'd stop again if she didn't continue with her story, so she focused on getting back on track, "God, I wanted to go into the room with her -- 'cause I knew you'd enjoy seeing me with another woman, but I didn't have your permission... and you weren't there to watch anyway, so I had to tell her I just wanted the tattoo... for today."

"You said 'for today'?" James asked a little surprised. Did she really want to go back to this strange woman? Fantasising about it and having trouble saying no while she was there was one thing, but a desire to return to be used by this woman?

"Uh-huh!" Andrea agreed, "And when she asked me why, I told her I couldn't do anything without asking you first! So she said: 'Next time bring him, and I'll do your next tattoo for free!' Ooooh, when she realised that it wasn't my decision to make, she became very interested in meeting you again. Said the two of you had a lot to talk about!" Knowing it was her they had to talk about made Andrea mad with desire, she could easily imagine being used a payment for any kind of service James might desire -- and it was so insanely hot!

"Then she kinda did the lettering on my pussy while she kept throwing around suggestions... like 'how big a tattoo do you think he wants for an hour with you?' or 'if I wrote "SLUT" on your ass, you think he'd let me fuck your ass with a strapon?'. Ah-ah! She sounded like... like it was a done deal and she was just waiting for your signature before she could have her fun with me..." Andrea panted, having a harder and harder time of suppressing the impending orgasm. His fingers felt so good inside her, although they were nowhere the size of his cock, they were flexible and manage to touch the good place in there -- and his mouth on her clit was making it hard to think about anything at all!

"Well, when we were done she kinda lost interest. Guess she didn't like when I covered my crotch again, though her nipples were still little hard stones against her top... So I paid and promised to tell you to drop by sometime...

So I came back home, stripped my clothes, updated my blog, put on make-up, sent you a text and waited, hoping to hear from you," she rattled off, listening all the things she did since getting home in a rush, "and then I came over here, and please, please kind Master, may I finally CUM?!?"

"Play with your nipples a little," James said and returned to her clit, ignoring her plea, determined to drive her a little further up the wall... Her hands immediately did as ordered, whipped her impressive tits out of her bra and descended on her nipples, pinching and teasing them -- oh it felt good, but it just made it all the worse!

"Oh, please Master, I've been longing for this all day..." she begged, "please, I've been so good, please, please!" Her begging was really like sweet music to his ears, but still...

"I don't know..." he said, as if thinking about it, "do you deserve to cum?"

"Oh, yes, yes, Master, you know I do! I've been good today, I have! I was kind to Carol even though she tried to steal you away, I got a tattoo to prove you're my one and only man... and I didn't touch the blonde lesbo because you weren't around to watch, and I wanted you to see that! Please!" Andrea was quickly losing her mind having to fight the all-consuming need for the orgasm but she didn't want to break his rules -- he'd once threatened to lock her in a chastity-belt, and the very thought was terrifying to the sexy slave... and extremely arousing!

"Hmm," he asked and gave her clit a series of hard licks, "what will you do for me if I let you cum?"

"ANYTHING!" she cried, completely having forgotten about the need to keep quiet. She was so turned-on she didn't even remember that James had a lady that wasn't supposed to know about her... "Oh, I'll do anything, I'll suck you off, I'll fuck you, I'll let you fuck my ASS! I'll lick your other slut Carol 'till she screams and cries, I'll stick my tongue up her ass if you wanna see that! Oh please, anything! I'll go back to Liselle and trade my body for any tattoo you want, please, please!" When it didn't seem to be enough, she continued to ramble off ideas, grasping after straws, "I'll... I'll clean your room, I'll... anything, please, just please!" She kept pinching her nipples, desperately searching after ideas that would please her Master.

Finally even James couldn't keep up the stern facade, and he simply told her: "Then cum, little slavegirl!"

At first she didn't seem to hear him, but then her entire body seemed to have a giant seizure, as James renewed his attacks on her clit. Her entire body convulsed, and she finally found her voice, crying her pleasure out in a long "Goood, Jaaaames!" The pleasure she'd been holding back for so long -- and which had thus multiplied again and again -- washed over her. Her cunt squeezed his fingers so hard, he was afraid he'd get bruises and her cunt spasmed under his mouth.

It was incredible! For both of them. Andrea's orgasm was gigantic, due to the drawn-out teasing James had done, and to please his sex-slave like this gave the young master a huge confident-boost.

"Ah! Sooo... goooood! Sooo..." Andrea kept moaning, her voice growing hoarse as the orgasm just kept going on and on.

As it finally seemed to peak and start sinking again, she just lay still, panting, her legs wide-open, still with James' fingers inside her, her bra pulled down below her tits whose hard nipples told the world of the pleasure she'd been having (as did the wet spot that seemed to be gathering on the bed beneath her cunt...) and she had a fazed look in her eyes.

She was beautiful.

"Oh... my... God..." she muttered, as she regained the use of her senses. As cruel and evil as holding her orgasm back seemed while she was doing, the more sense it made afterwards. She'd never experienced crashing orgasms like that when she could just cum whenever she wanted...

James' cock was rock-hard but for some reamister, it seemed wrong to fuck her under these circumstances. Like he'd cheapen the moment, somehow. Subconscious, this entire 'session' was his way of making penance for his wrong-doing. It was fitting then, that his cock for once remained unused and unspent.

Instead, he crawled down next to her, stretching his neck and jaws a bit -- for the first time he started to realise the sacrifices Andrea did when she sucked him off in all manners of weird positions -- and cuddled with her, enjoying the feel of her soft, warm body next to his.

---

Downstairs Lisa thought there was something familiar about the voice of the screaming girl up in James' room but she couldn't be sure. She just knew she had heard it somewhere before but where?!

"So that's what's happened," she sighed, sad that her little boy was having that kind of carnal fun, sad that he apparently wasn't her little boy anymore. She'd have to talk to her best friend Andrea about this -- she usually had sound advice. And perhaps she had an idea who James was doing?

Even to the nosey lady it would be inappropriate to try to catch him red-handed. But she was going to find out who it was -- and God help that girl if she weren't good enough for her boy!

Two magnificent breasts, one of them half-covered by the blanket, the other proudly presenting itself to him, almost begging for his attention. Large and firm with dark-tanned skin and almost no sag at all.

That was the first James noticed when he tip-toed into Andrea's bedroom Sunday morning, long before either of them would normally be awake. The nipple he could see was dark-brown and hard, and he couldn't help but think that she was dreaming about him. Why else would her nipples be stiff?

She stirred in her relax, moved around and settled down, this time on her back, with both of her tits out in the open. The other nipple was just as tempting as the first, and in James' mind it wanted to be sucked into his mouth, teased and bitten while she moaned in delight.

The image caused a mild twitching in his pants but he didn't move. Instead, he just watched the beautiful image in front of him. Her dark-red hair lay like an unruly crown around her head – evidently her relax hadn't been very calm, and it gave her a kind of untamed edge to James' eyes. Her delicate face looked utterly peaceful though, resting as she was. For once it wasn't made-up but fresh and clean. She was sexy even without her skilfully added paints – though of course she knew how to become even sexier!

His eyes moved further down, rested a while on her impressive bust that he loved so. So big, so tempting, so... perfect!

Her soft tummy with the sexy little bulge (that she hated so much!) was partially covered by the blanket, and he could only see the outline of her curvy hips... and he knew how wonderful her ass would feel in his greedy hands, pawing the tight globes.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, James walked into the room, careful not to wake her. For some reamister he wanted her arelax for as long as possible, so he moved as silently to her bed and sat down next to her.

With slow movements his hand found its way in under the blanket, where it met her soft skin. It glided across delightfully curved hip until it met its goal: the yielding, pleasurable folds of her pussy. A smile formed on his lips as he gained free access to its incredible softness; Andrea was relaxing completely in the buff, no nightgown or even panties for this sexy woman!

"Slut," he muttered with a proud grin, and he began to softly massage her sexy slit. She wasn't as wet as he was used to but then again... she was relaxing. She couldn't be wet twenty-four/seven, she would dehydrate!

"Mhm..." a soft moan escaped her lips as he found her clit, and, still arelax, she instinctively spread her legs a little further, inviting him inside. James accepted the invitation without hesitation and attempted to slip a finger inside her – but she was too tight and too dry for him to get far.

She sighed, not an unhappy sigh, at least not to his ears, when he once again turned his interest to her hard little clit that simply seemed to cry out for attention. He began rubbing it – gingerly at first but harder and faster when she sighed in pleasure again. Unable – and ***! – to resist the enormous temptation her hard nipples presented to the horny teenager, he reached down and took the right one in his mouth... without stopping his delightful manipulation of her happy little clit!

"Uh..." she whispered and stirred again – and again ended up with her legs spread further, clearly enjoying his ministrations, even in her relax. James liked that, he wanted her to be willing and ready for him whenever he felt the need, whether awake or arelax. Her nipple felt exactly as good in his mouth as he had known it would, and he sucked the hard little nubbin into his mouth and gently bit down on it, using his teeth to arouse the relaxing slavegirl.

"Ooh... Master..." she muttered, as he intensified his massage, but still didn't wake up. James' proud grin went from ear to ear, and once again his fingers found their way into her – this time aided by all the pussyjuice the aroused, relaxing woman was producing!

"Ah...!" she moaned loudly as he found his way into her tight cunt, and her left hand went to her left tit, pinching and teasing it, just like James would have done if he hadn't been busy between her legs...

"Ja-James?" she suddenly stuttered, finally wakening and looking down at her lover and master – who was busy giving her pleasure. James looked up at her, still with her hard nipple in his mouth and gave her a very pleased wink.

"What... Oooh!" she interrupted herself with a moan, letting him know she certainly enjoyed this as much when awake as when she was arelax...

In a swift motion, James threw off her blanket, freeing the lower part of her body as well. He left her nipple to look down at her crotch – first and foremost at the tattoo above her pussy, proclaiming it his property. Her spread legs were edging him on; inviting him to take what was already his...

It only took him a few seconds to get his zipper down, his hard cock out and himself placed between her thighs. Andrea, who was still not clear in the head after being wakened in this most unusual way (and after the last five minutes of some very arousing dreams!) didn't really have time to react before his very erect dick plunged into her tight, warm depths.

"Oh my GOD!" she cried out, feeling him stretching her cunt around him to make room for his long hardness, "oh God, yes..."

"Yeah, you like that?" James asked, knowing the answer as he slowly pulled out of her again.

"Uh-huh!" she agreed, nodding her head wildly. She reached up and pulled James down to her in a loving embrace, bringing his head to hers, his mouth to hers. In a long, deep kiss, she showed him just how much she appreciated being awoken in this way – and it was a lot!

Her eager tongue met his in an intricate dance, and her admiring hands ran down his back, gently teasing him with her nails... she was very careful not to scratch him, James hated pain, and it wouldn't do to make him angry right now, oh no.

"Mumpf!" she moaned into his mouth as he hammered his cock into her again, into her wet hole where it belonged!

So good! They thought in unimister, feeling her soft pussy engulf his hard dick, and they both moaned softly into the other's mouth, as they continue the kiss. James found her lower lip with his teeth and bit her, quite hard in his passion that was mounting with incredible speed. It was always a huge turn-on to arouse his sexy slave, and doing it while she wasn't even awake certainly hadn't diminished the experience! Of course, the fact that his cock was buried in the sexiest woman he knew might have something to do with it. Her cunt was doing its very best to milk his cum from his dick... and it was very good at it!

"Ahh!" she gasped excited at the sharp, sudden pain in her lip. It hurt, but it hurt so good, and the pain only added to the overall excitement quickly building in her cunt thanks to her wonderful lover.

"Oooh! Yes, Master," she moaned, her speech a bit slurred by him still holding her lower lip primisterer between his teeth, while he hammered into her welcoming hole again and again.

Letting go of her lip, James moved down her neck, kissing and licking her delicate skin, just below the ear. He seemed so caught up with this that he actually slowed down his cock, more resting inside her than anything else. She tasted good, salty and sexy. He could just enjoy the taste of her all day long...

"Mhm! Mhm..." Andrea sighed, enjoying his tender touches – and yearning for the hard fucking to continue! She moved against him with her lower body, creating some friction but nothing compared to how he had ruthlessly fucked her moments ago.

"Please, Master..." she muttered, squeezing his cock with her strong pussy-muscles, trying to edge him on.

And it worked. With a groan (that sounded more like a roar to her, seeing as his mouth was right next to her ear...) he thrust his hard cock into her as hard as he could, while biting down on her neck with his strong jaw. His strange desire to slow down and enjoy the taste of her vanished, and the primitive desire for pleasure overtook him again – just like she'd hoped...

There was a time for romantic playfulness but it was not now, now she needed a good fuck. She needed his hard cock powerd into her again and again, while he found his thrill in her eager, available body.

"Oh GOD!" she cried as the pain, the pleasure and the oddly erotic feeling of his teeth against her sensitive skin all got mixed together in her quickly rising arousal. He grabbed her around her arms and used them as leverage as he thrust into her as hard as he could, only to pull out and hammer his pleasure-seeking cock back in again. His mouth didn't leave her neck where he sucked her skin into his mouth only to bite it and tease it with his teeth. It felt so erotic, especially to James who felt some ancient, primitive instincts guide him.

"Oooh! Yes, yes!" she cried, the well-known feeling of yet-another James-induced orgasm rising in her, "please, Master, may I cum? Please, please!" Her begging to be allowed to cum only heightened her arousal. Her entire body needed release, her neck felt ablaze and her cunt was being fucked through and through by her eager master.

"Please... Oh, fuck! Please, Master, may your slut cum?" She tried again, the need building and building within her. It was never easy to hold back but she knew the resulting orgasm would be bigger the longer he held her back. Still knowing that and telling her needy, demanding body were two very separate issues...

"Please!" she tried again and finally James let go of her neck. He slowed down the thrusting and moved around, so he was face to face with her. Her eyes were alight with eager desire and impatience, and he answered her pleading with a crooked smile:

"No," he simply stated, and gave her a hard thrust. His hands moved to her delightfully large tits and immediately began playing with her already stiff nipples, only adding to the poor woman's craving for release.

"What? Please, Sir, I need it!" she tried to reamister with him, "please, please, please! Oh, you're so GOOD!" The last was cried out as a response to a hard thrust into her.

"I... spoil you..." he explained in between thrusts, feeting how his own orgasm was quickly building – the powerful feeling of denying her her pleasure certainly helped...

"I think you're... getting too used... to... Ahh!" he didn't finish his sentence, suddenly the desire to cum overwon everything else, and he increased the power and speed, hunting his own orgasm with concern for nothing else while at the same time denying her hers.

"Oh God..." she cried but in response to the sensations of in her pussy and his harsh denial of her pleasure. Her body begged for release but she had no choice but to deny it! But why did him turning her down only increase her excitement!

His hard cock went in and out of her like a piston, and she did her best to squeeze it and milk him – everything to please him! Perhaps he'd change his mind then?

"Arrgh!" he groaned within long, "soooo gooood!" Sticky sperm spilled out into her warm cave as James' entire body tensed up in one final thrust deep into her. Then he collapsed, resting a top of her soft body, the warm pleasure of orgasm rushing through his body, while the burning desire for an orgasm still ruled hers.

"So good..." he repeated, and she couldn't help a proud smile creep onto her lips.

Her Master's pleasure was, after all, her primary concern...

"You're cruel, you know?" Andrea told James, though her loving smile belied her words. They were still in bed, lying next to each other, James resting comfortable after an incredible fuck, Andrea with a burning need between her legs. He raised his eye-brows in surprise as he looked at her.

"Oh?"

"Getting me build up like that and then refusing me my release," she said, still with a smile but in a serious tone. She wanted to know what had happened, why she wasn't allowed to cum.

"So?" he returned, not really seeing the problem, or even willing to acknowledge that there was a problem.

"I'm just so... frustrated... right now," she tried to explain, balancing the fine line between raising an issue and complaining. James, sated and relaxed, didn't seem to take her frustrations too serious though. With a lazy smile he reached out, grabbed her naked breast and started playing with her nipple that instantly hardened under his touch. The pleasurable feeling made her take a sharp breath, and she looked questionable at him.

"When you became my slave, I took control of your body and your body's pleasures. If I want you to cum, you'll cum. If I don't want you to cum, I won't make you cum. It's really that simple..." His arrogant tone made her a little annoyed – and gave her a wonderful, submissive feeling! How did James always manage to create such conflicting emotions in her... and why did they always make her so damn horny?

Having made his point clear, he gave her nipple a painfully sharp twist, reminding her once again who was in charge and let go of her soft tit with the hard nub, quite pleased with himself.

"Ouch!" she gasped and rubbed her sore breast. What he said was true, she knew that. It was just that he'd always let her cum while they were having sex. Maybe not right away but after some begging and pleading she'd always had her way.

But that wasn't really the way of a slavegirl, was it? Wasn't it more fair that he decided when... and even if? That he gave her orgasms as a sort of gift or reward? That thought made her heart beat faster and moistened her pussy (well, it would have if her cunt wasn't already dripping from being so masterfully fucked five minutes ago...), and she looked at her master with a new-found presentation.

"I'm sorry, Master. You're right, of course: my body and my orgasms belong to you," she said, looking at him with a humred expression. Just admitting this to her sixteen years younger lover and master turned her so much on she couldn't help but cast a hungry glance at his flaccid dick – that gave a very promising jerk at her words.

With a self-assured smile he opened his arms, and she gratefully crawled into his embrace, resting her head on his chest and feeling his arms around her.

"That's good, slave," he said enjoying her soft body next to hers, "maybe I'll let you cum next time..." Almost all on its own, her hand reached down and found his tool that had become so adept at giving her screaming orgasms...

---

'Next time' was not to be now, however. Interrupting their relaxed afterglow (or his relaxed afterglow, at least, and her frustrated I-need-to-cum-so-badly-glow), her phone started ringing, and she went up to get it.

"Hello?" she answered, standing naked in her bedroom and casting longing glances at her master's naked cock.

"Oh hey Lisa!" she exclaimed and suddenly their nakedness didn't feel natural anymore. Suddenly it was very, very naughty. James got a very strange look on his face and immediately covered himself, as if his lady could see him through the phone.

"Oh, no, you didn't wake me. No no, it's not too early," she assured her master's lady, rolling her eyes at Lisa's polite apologies, "I was just being lazy anyway..."

She listened for a second then her eyes widened.

"Eh... Yes, of course you can come over for a cup of coffee. Let me just- now?" At her words James got a panicked look in his eyes and desperately started fumbling around for his clothes.

"Eh... sure, let me just hop in the shower. Yeah, ten minutes should be fine..." She hang up as James zipped his pants.

"Shit! Sorry, Lover, gotta get the wonderful smell of sex washed off before she comes over..." she said wistfully as she headed for the bathroom.

"You might wanna put some make-up on your neck too," James laughed at her, for some reamister finding that quite funny.

"Huh?" she asked as she turned around and placed a hand where he'd bitten her. He hadn't pierced the skin but he'd left her with quite the hickey. It wasn't too noticeable with her tanned complexion, not compared to say Carol's fair skin but it still spoke of fun in the bedroom...

"Oh my..." she sighed but still couldn't help smile, "you're just too bad... Master."

He just winked at her and admired the fine way her asscheeks worked as she turned around and went to the bathroom. James heard the shower start and was about to leave when he suddenly got an evil little idea. He loved to tease his sexy woman, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.

"How are you gonna explain rule number three to mom?" he called to her, and carefully hid his smile as the water got turned off and she came hurrying back into the bedroom. Water was dripping from her, giving her a fresh, clean look that James liked very much – almost as much as he liked the confused look on her face.

"You mean... you expect me to... in front of your lady?!" she exclaimed, panic-struck. She couldn't have coffee with her best friend wearing only lingerie and her collar!

"Well, rules are rules, and I don't recall any exceptions in them..." he answered with a nonchalant shrug.

"No, but... she'll demand to know why. How could I possibly explain? She'd think I was trying to seduce her! Or that my lover had just left and I hadn't had time to change..." she tried to reamister with him.

"Well, that one would almost be true," he grinned back at her, truly enjoying his little game.

She didn't though. Taking a deep breath, she asked in a serious voice: "May I please wear clothes when your lady's here?" Making a show of thinking about it, James finally nodded, just as he got a new, fun idea.

"Okay. But you're breaking a rule, so there has to be consequences..." he told her.

She nodded relieved, having won the battle. Her stressed, aroused, orgasm-starved brain didn't realise that she was playing right into James' hand.

"Hmm..." James rubbed his chin with a thoughtful expression, pretending to consider the penalty, while his still dripping slave fidgeted and nervously awaited the verdict, "I'll come up with something. In the mean time," he grabbed her face between his hands and gave her a hard kiss, "have a good time..."

Then he was gone, leaving the distressed slavegirl to shower and try to cover James' most recent claim of ownership...

---

"So, what's the matter, Lisa?" Andrea asked her best friend as they sat down with their morning-coffee. Andrea, freshly showered, her neck carefully covered by a scarf (the damn make-up couldn't quite hide it...) and her sexual need somewhat diminished by the water, the absent of her master and the fact that she was in the presence of his lady, did her best to smile and act like the 'old Andrea' – the Andrea from before James changed her life around.

"Why does something have to matter for me to come for coffee?" Lisa asked abruptly, not liking that her friend knew it wasn't just a social visit. She'd planned on bringing up James' slut of a girlfriend casually in the conversation.

"Well, how often do you call and insist on coffee right away? And at... eight thirty in the morning?" Andrea smiled condescendingly after a quick look at the clock on the living-room wall.

"Well... yes..." Lisa admitted. She wasn't fond of admitting mistakes but Andrea was right – she should have waited a couple of hours! But she hadn't been able to; all night she'd been having one scary scenario after the other play out in her mind, and in all of them, James had left her alone, just like his man had so many years ago. She was a proud woman, proud of the fact that she'd made do without a man for so long, having raised James alone and on her own terms.

She wasn't a bad looking woman, not at all. At thirty-eight she probably still could find a man if she wanted to. She was quite tall, heavy-set with large breasts and ass. Long dark hair, piercing eyes and a face that was neatly-kept but almost always without any noticeable make-up. It wasn't her looks that kept the men away, quite the contrary, if she dolled herself up she wouldn't be hard on the eye at all... no, it was the haughty look she had to her that scared everyone away.

"So what's the problem?" Andrea asked again, looking into her friend's eyes.

"Well, it's a bit... complicated..." Lisa began hesitantly. This wasn't quite how she'd imagined the conversation to go.

"I'm guessing it's about James then?" Andrea guessed without too much trouble. The only complicated thing in Lisa's life was James... who had become quite complicated for Andrea as well ever since she'd gotten the unexplainable urge to seduce him that one night. She'd been his ever since, and life had certainly gotten more interesting since then. But also more complicated which this conversation was a remarkable proof of...

"Yes... I... ehh... I overheard something last night..." Lisa said, "from his room..."

Suddenly getting a bad feeling, Andrea started paying a lot more attention, "from his room?"

"Yes. Oh, well, it was a girl! He was having sex with someone! I heard the tart scream!" Lisa finally spilled the beans, looking down at the floor, afraid of her best friend condemning her for 'spying' on her mister... even though she couldn't help but hearing the screams down in the living-room.

It was rather lucky for said best friend that Lisa's attention was on the carpet right then, 'cause all red drained from Andrea's face as she froze. Of course she knew very well who had been screaming in James' room last night. Had she been that loud?

Damn, damn, damn! she thought, this is getting messy! Why couldn't you keep quiet, you slut?!

"Ehh..." she said, trying to think of something to say – anything really! "are you sure they were... having sex?"

"Of course!" Lisa discarded the thought that she was mistaken easily, "why else would a girl cry out 'God, so good' and whatever else the whore said."

"Oh. Of course..."

"But the strangest thing is," Lisa continued, "I'm pretty sure I recognised that voice..."

"Oh really?" Andrea was swallowed nervously as she anticipated a shouting-match to break out any second.

"Yes... but for the life of me, I can't figure out where I've heard it before..." Lisa wondered aloud, staring into thin air while trying to remember – and thus completely missing how her best friend visibly relaxed at hearing this.

"Well, guess it could be anyone..." she suggested to which Lisa shrugged and returned to the present.

"Yes, I guess so..." she agreed, "I very much want to meet her though. Perhaps he'll invite her for his birthday Thursday, though I doubt it. Still... I'd very much like to meet her, oh yes..." in her mouth the innocent words sounded rather ominous.

"His birthday is next week!?" Andrea exclaimed, very upset that he hadn't told her anything about this, "he's never said a word about that!" Only when she'd said the words, she realised how revealing they must sound to Lisa, who was trying to figure out who James was screwing.

"What?" she asked confused, "why should James tell you about his birthday?"

"Ehh..." Andrea began, thinking very hard for a reamisterable explanation, "ehh... when he was here... when you were out of town... I asked him about his age – we talked about school and such" Surely that's innocent enough for you? "and he just said he was nineteen... didn't mention he was almost twenty."

Lisa stared at her friend, trying to gauge what was going on... it seemed a little odd that Andrea should get so upset over such a minor thing – especially considering the enormous news she'd just told her about James seeing someone – fucking someone! – but the thought that Andrea could be James' lover never entered her head. She was so much older after all...

"Yeah, he doesn't really celebrate his birthday..." Lisa explained, putting Andrea's behaviour aside – for now – and focusing on the matter at hand: James' behaviour, "hasn't done since he turned thirteen. Jack – the useless bastard – had promised to come celebrate with him, and James had been looking forward to it for months. It was about six months after the divorce, I guess, and he still hoped we would find back together. The birthday-party was the first step. Well," Lisa shrugged, "of course he didn't show. James wrote him a long letter, but only got a telegram with 'sorry' as an answer. No explanation, no promise of a future meeting. Neither of us have heard from him since..."

"Oh my God!" Andrea exclaimed, powering herself to blink away the tears that threatened to spill out at hearing how dreadfully her love and Master had been treated by his own man, "how... how did James react?" Andrea was almost afraid to ask but needed to know anyway – and this might be her only chance... Lisa had always been very tight-lipped about her life before Andrea moved in next door.

"Badly..." Lisa stated, looking at her friend curiously. Why was she so upset for James? He'd survived, hadn't he? "But what should I do about this girl who's doing my mister?"

"Ehh..." Andrea responded, reeling back into the 'friend-role' again, "what do you mean, do? He's probably found a girlfriend" ME! "and is having some fun. He's almost twenty years old, you said... isn't it only natural?"

Lisa did not like that piece of advice. It was the normal parental approach, she'd admit that but it didn't take away the fear that she'd be left alone again.

"Well, I'm sure it's her who's putting all sorts of funny ideas in his head!" she retorted, "he's been very difficult lately, staying out late and talking back and..."

"That just proves he's a teenager," Andrea smiled, "at least for another week."

"He's never been like that before!" Lisa triumphantly retorted, "this girl is bad news, I'm sure of it..."

"Well..." Andrea began to answer, thinking to point out that a little independence in an almost-adult not necessary was a bad thing when her cell-phone chirped, "oh, excuse me..."

>>PUNISHMENT: once mom leaves youll put on your favourite film and have some fun BUT DONT CUM! Bring yourself to the brink, stop, cool down and repeat for fifteen minutes. do this six times today and the last right before bed. Have fun...<<

"Oh my God!" Andrea whispered, completely forgetting Lisa. Her heart started hammering in her chest, nipples hardened (luckily she was wearing a thick sweater, completely hiding her sudden excitement) and her pussy moistened and demanded attention. How was it possible to be so horrified and aroused at the same damn time?

"Bad news?" Lisa asked curiously, her friend having acted a bit off all morning. God, she wanted to read that text-message!

"Oh no, just my boss who wants me to... take some extra shifts," Andrea responded, not even lying. Not really, at least...

"Yeah, typical, isn't it?" her neighbour answered, somehow feeling that Andrea was hiding something from her. First James and now Andrea? What was going on in her normally ordered world?

"I'll just answer..." Andrea said, paying very little attention to Lisa, and thus failing to notice the shrewd look in her eyes.

>>*Gulp!* of course, Master<<

She put the phone away, tried to concentrate on Lisa and her problem but it wasn't exactly easy, what with James' command rummaging around in her head.

"Ehh... about James, though," she said, remembering her earlier point and seeing how interested Lisa was in her apparent lack of focus, "I really don't think a little independence is a bad thing..."

That distracted Lisa from her thoughts about Andrea's secret!

"Oh really? Well, it's not you who have to worry about where he is all night or with who! Or have to listen to his rude comments! Or..." Lisa had several other complaints about the new James but Andrea was hardly paying attention. Her pussy demanded attention! And James had ordered to pay attention to it...

Suddenly the phone beeped again, interrupting Lisa's tirade; she'd gotten a new message.

>>I assume you put on some lingerie underneath your boring-clothes? Show me...<<

Why is he doing this to me?! Andrea thought in near-desperation, although she knew very well why he was doing it. Because he could – and because he knew how hot it made her.

"I'll... I'll just go to the bathroom," Andrea said weakly and left the room, still holding the phone... which seemed very odd to her curious neighbour. If only she'd worn pants with pockets, it wouldn't have been so obvious! But James preferred her in skirts...

Out in the bathroom, she got the scarf, sweater and t-shirt off, revealing a sexy, black bra. Her modest skirt quickly ended up on the floor as well, showing a matching thong, hardly covering her private parts.

Using the camera in her phone, she snapped several pictures of herself in the mirror, posing for the greatest possible effect: Bending over, showing a cleavage James could get lost in, side-ways, catching her ass and her tits, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, pressing the fascinating globes together. One where she was sucking on her finger, bringing to mind something else she often sucked on... And for the grand finale, she knelt down and held the camera up above her, looking up at 'James' (the camera-lens) from her usual slave-girl position.

"There. That should satisfy him... for now," she mumred, as she sent the pictures, one after the other, to her demanding and soon-to-be-very-horny master.

Feeling happy with herself and very aroused, she put her clothes on and went back out to Lisa, smiling pleasantly at the suspicious woman – who didn't know just what she was suspicious of...

---

The woman was sexy in a slutty, almost vulgar come-fuck-me way. She looked to be around forty, disguising her first grey hairs with a dye-job and the wrinkles around her eyes with heavy, black eye-liner and mascara. Her red-red lips were wrapped around a long, fat cock belonging to a guy around half her age who groaned loudly as he thrust his cock into her unprotected face again and again – accompanied by her even louder moans of pleasure.

She was kneeling in what was supposed to be her own bedroom, the buttons of her white shirt ripped open by his eager hands, her bra pulled down below her massive tits, so her hard nipples were easily accessible, should her young lover or his friend desire their use.

The young guy pulled out of her, and immediately she turned to his 'friend' looking longingly at his hard cock.

"More," she moaned and wobred towards him on her knees. Her balance was somewhat off, due to the fact her hands were cuffed behind her back, making her in effect a 'MILF in chains'.

She reached her goal, the cock of the second guy and engulfed it in her warm, wet mouth, while he smiled down at the old whore at his feet and grabbed a hold of her hair.

Andrea was on her back in bed, looking at the mature woman degrading herself for cock, while her hand was busy between her legs. The scene was incredibly sexy to the mature woman who could easily put herself in the slutty woman's place. If James ever desired to share her, she knew she could very well end up in the same position as this wanton woman ('Tiffany Lust', the titles had said), and that was a very arousing thought indeed. A little scary, perhaps, but very arousing.

Lisa had left about ten minutes ago, and immediately Andrea had shed her clothes, locked the door and found the film, intending to follow James' orders to the letter. She'd strapped her collar around her neck and welcomed the restraining feel of the leather for what it was: a sign of her devotion to James. Next came a pair of shoes, black pumps with six centimetres heels, tall enough to satisfy James' demands.

While watching the blonde woman get cuffed, stripped and fucked in the face, her right hand had begun playing with her wet pussy, still 'covered' by the flimsy thong. Her clit was begging for attention, and she was only too happy to provide it, teasing and rubbing it, filling her entire body with warm feelings of pure lust.

She pulled the bra down below her tits, just like Tiffany's and her left hand pinched her hard nipples, adding to her arousal.

"Mhm..." she moaned gently, her attention split between her own excitement and Tiffany's degrading treatment on the screen. Suddenly, (probably on cue from the director) the two hung guys picked her up, one carrying her by her shoulders, the other having a solid grip around her thighs, while she squealed half-hearted protests. They put her down, rather ungently, on a bed, laying her on her stomach.

The guy at her front, pulled her head backwards with a grip of her long blonde hair and put his cock back in her mouth, while the other managed to get in a position where he could fuck her wet, willing cunt. It didn't take them more than a few seconds before their huge cocks were being powerd into her from both ends. Though her moans were muffled by the dick being thrust down her throat by an impatient young man, Andrea was certain she was enjoying herself.

Andrea's own orgasm was building very quickly, fuelled by the fact that she hadn't been allowed to cum earlier – and the fact that she knew she wasn't allowed now! While still playing with her clit, she thrust a finger into her warmth, rubbing her sensitive pussy-walls.

"Oooh... almost there, almost...!" she moaned, as she increased the speed and power, rubbing herself to a near-orgasmic state. Only through sheer power of will was she able to take her hand off again, leaving her protesting pussy alone – where the need instantly doured. She had to shut her eyes to block out the scene on the television... she was so close, she might cum without touching herself – and she dared not fail her master in this! He had earlier threatened her with a chastity-belt, and she wasn't totally sure if he had been joking or not. Better not risk it!

"Oh my God..." she sighed, as she looked at the clock. It had taken her just over a minute to get to that aroused state where she couldn't hold her orgasm back anymore... and she had to keep doing it for full fifteen minutes!

"He's so deviant," she told herself, realising that this was more than a punishment. It was a lesmister, taught to her because she had complained about not being allowed to cum. She sighed heavily, opened her eyes to see how the cuffed milf was being fucked in mouth and cunt and getting a hard spanking from the guy in her rear-end, and she put her hand on her clit again, vowing to take it slower this time... and never, ever complain about not cumming again!

---

Fourteen minutes later, Andrea finally powerd her hand off her clit for the last time... this round! She turned off the television, where Miss Lust was impatiently waiting for her waves of sperm beneath two hard cocks being jacked off.

"Oh God..." Andrea moaned as the room fell silent, "five more times today? I'll go crazy."

She found her cell-phone and wrote a short message: >>First one down, five more to go. ;-p and now i need a cold shower...<< before throwing her now very dirty panties in the laundry basket and going for that shower.

The cold water did help. It helped ease the blazing need burning in her body, yet the underlying desire for release was still there, begging her to touch her cunt just a little more. Nothing could make that feeling go away, not before her Master finally let her cum.

She was harbouring a hope that he'd come visit her this evening, or tell her to come to him. The fact that she should probably tell him about his lady's suspicions had been forgotten, pushed aside for the more important need emanating from her loins.

---

It was almost half past ten in the evening when James' cell-phone rang. Of course it was Andrea, and of course James knew what she wanted. She'd jacked off for the sixth time, and now she was going to beg him for relief.

"Yes?" he answered with a smile, imagining his poor slavegirl, all alone in her bed.

"Please, please, please! Master, I did as you said. Please let me cum, I need it so bad!" the begging and pleading began immediately.

"Oh, is it you, slave? How was your day?" he grinned, feeling positively evil – and loving it!

"So bad, and sooo good!" she readily admitted, "please, I'm going crazy over here, I really need it!"

"Hmm... you've done everything I told you?" he asked, drawing out her pain.

"Yes! Yes, I saw that porn, and ***d myself by keeping from cumming five times during the day, and now right before I was gonna go to bed! Please, Master?"

"Did you like the film?" he wanted to know, still ignoring the desperate tone in her voice.

"Of course!" she replied, "I kept imagining it was you and me!"

"What was your favourite scene?" he wanted to know, as if they were discussing something they'd seen in the movie-theatre.

"What?" she exclaimed confused, then rallied herself: better humour him! "well, I suppose it was the third one... the one with that blonde... Jocelyn Joy."

"Describe it," he demanded, "and her."

What is this, an English exam? The desperate woman thought but obeyed nevertheless. She needed to cum, oh God, did she need it!

"Well, Jocelyn is a fake-blonde with huge tits – they beat Carol's hands down, and a tan... kinda like mine. She looks to be around forty, I'd say, but all the women in the film are around that age. Well, with her heavy porn/hooker make-up she goes into a little hotel-room, where a young guy is waiting for her. He's tall and slim, and looks a little like you, actually. Handsome, you know...

Oh, and she's wearing a wedding-band, she's very eager to show that off! Well, she smiles at the young guy right, and says:"

"Hold on a sec," James suddenly interrupted, "start playing with yourself... like earlier."

"Oh God..." Andrea moaned, finding her pussy with one hand while holding the phone with the other.

"Continue, I haven't seen the scene. What happens?" James demanded, straining his ears. He heard a faint sloshing-sound and smile wickedly. She sounded quite wet...

"Oh... Oh, yes. Yes, she comes into the room and says: 'Hey handsome!' or something like that, and then she says she only has half an hour before her husband's done at the massage-parlour. Oooh... It would be a lot easier to describe if I could just cum first, Master?" she tried but already knew it'd be in vain.

"Go on," was his only reply. He was hard as a rock himself... listening to his begging slave had that effect on him.

"Well, he just smiles and says they'll take as long he likes, and to prove this he shows her a pair of cuffs. Well, the little slut protests of course but you can just see that she wants to get chained to the bed and fucked silly. Much like me, right now!" she exclaimed but continued without waiting for a reply, "so he cuffs her to the bedpost on her back. Then he sits on her and grabs her hair and uses it to fuck her mouth. God, if you would do that to me right now, I'd cum without anyone having to touch my cunt!"

For some reamister James didn't doubt that, but he was actually becoming interested in what happened in the film. He opened his pants and started playing with his hard cock, imagining Andrea on the bed, watching porn... with a very frustrated expression on her face!

"What then?" he asked, and she continued:

"Well, he fucks her mouth for a while, and she moans like a common whore and takes all of his long, thin cock down her throat. Yeah, it was thin... kinda unusual for a pornstar, isn't it? Oh well...

He's fucking her throat until he wants something more, so he crawls down to her cunt, gets the short skirt out of the way and reveals that she wasn't wearing panties. Unlike me, 'cause I know my master likes his gifts wrapped!" she joked, "but he just goes right to the fucking, and he's really giving it to her. In and out and in and out, and I think she came once or twice. It's hard to tell with porn, though... During the sex he suddenly rips her low-cut top down below her massive jugs, so we really can see them. No way they're real but they looked damn sexy. You'd have liked them, Master!"

"Heh, I don't doubt that!" James admitted, stroking his hard cock. He didn't really know how he was going to end this but she did deserve to cum, didn't she?

"He groans more and more, like actors do and finally he pulls out and holds his cock to her chest and starts jacking off, clearly wanting to cum on her tits.

And she says: 'Don't get any on my clothes, my husband will know!' while he just laughs and tells her she still has time to buy a new top. And then he cums, on her huge tits and on her top too, of course. It ends with her straining her neck to try and lick the white goo off her tits... and I really want to cum too, Master. May I?"

"Oh look what you've done, slut, you've made me hard!" James sighed, sounding annoyed.

"I'll be glad to take care of your hardness for you, Master!" she volunteered immediately, "I'll suck you, or fuck you, if you want. It's a long time since you fucked my ass, isn't it, Master?"

"It is, it is... and you're allowed to cum, if I fuck your ass, aren't you?" he reminded her while still stroking his cock.

"Oh yes, I had almost forgotten," she lied.

"Mhm... imagine I'm holding my hard cock over your face, little slut..." James said.

"Oooh... is that huge cock for me?" Andrea responded, playing along, "Oh, I bet your balls are full of delicious cum. Are you gonna cum on my face, Master? Splash it on your slave, mark her as your property?"

"Yes! Oh, yes, I am!" James groaned, his orgasm that had been built through Andrea's description of the porn-scene almost upon him, "Fuck yes I am!"

"Oh cum on me, Master! Smear your cum on your slut! My mouth is always open for your sexy sperm!" she moaned. But where James was getting closer and closer, she had to power herself from cumming... despite being sooo close.

"Oh fuck, fuck!" James moaned, "cum, you little slut! Fuck, we'll cum at the same time!"

"YES!" she screamed into the phone and her hand doured its effort,"oh yes, thank you, Master, oh yes, yes! Cum on my face, as I cum! Yeeeeeees..."

With a loud moan her entire body exploded in waves of white, pure bliss. It had been building for so long and been denied so many times, that she felt like she couldn't hold the rush. All the muscles in her body tensed at the same time, and then finally relaxed, giving her the sweet, sweet release she'd sought all day. She cried and moaned into the phone as her body was bathed in the pure bliss of one of her biggest orgasms ever.

In the other end of the line, James shot his seed into his palm, groaning and listening to his sexy slave. She really sounded like she enjoyed it! Maybe he should do this to her more often?

When she calmed down, they made kissing-noises in the phones and went to bed, each of them very content. A good day, all in all.

>>Please meet me outside the lab, I've got something to show you<< James read on his phone, having just gotten a text-message from Carol. What did she want to show him? Something to do with the report they were to hand in next week? Or... something more interesting?

Curiosity quickly getting the best of him, James went to the laboratory where a fidgeting Carol was waiting for him.

"Hey!" she greeted and lit up in a happy smile, relieved to see him. Without caring who saw her, she gave him a hug, making sure to press her huge knockers against him. No reamister he should forget who had the better pair between Andrea and she, was there?

"Hey!" he smiled back, returning her hug and really appreciating the soft forms pressed against him, "you're looking good," he complimented her when they let go of each other. She beamed at him, knowing exactly what he meant. She had picked a rather tight t-shirt today, one that really showed the world how big her tits were. And they were big, oh yes. Just like James liked them.

Her bra was straining under the pressure of keeping the heavy, bouncy jugs in place but she felt better with them under control. Though they still drew people's (guys') eyes, at least she could walk around without feeling like a... boob-centered earthquake. A boob-quake?

"So, what did you have to show me?" James inquired, eager to get his curiosity satisfied. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her (or off her chest at least) for too much longer, but somehow, it would feel a little weird to begin pawing her in the middle of the hallway, though there were very few people present.

"Come, I'll show you," she winked at him and with a mischievous smile grabbed his hand and led him into the nearby toilet -- ignoring both the men's and the ladies' room, instead heading into the roomy handicap restroom. Inside, she locked the door behind them, took off her glasses and placed them on the sink before turning her attention to James.

Still smiling, she grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and slowly and dramatically raised it up, showing first her stomach followed by the incredibly sexy sight of her bra-held breasts. It (the bra) was cream-colored, satin and looked very soft... and very tempting. She pulled the t-shirt all the way off and threw it on the floor.

"Nice," James said with a crooked smile, thinking he knew what she'd show him -- and he always enjoyed seeing her breasts! He took a step towards her and reached out for the arousingly large globes but she quickly took a step back and held up a finger.

"Ah-ah-ah!" she teased, "you haven't seen what I wanted to show you yet..."

James paused and waited, suddenly a little confused. Trying to keep the dramatic suspension going, Carol reached behind her back and undid the bra clasps.

"Are you ready?" she teased and kept the bra in place with her hands.

Quickly getting back into the mood, James nodded, and with a grin Carol flung the bra aside, holding her arms out from her body, presenting it to him. Or more accurately, presenting them to him.

Her two huge breasts -- each with a piercing through the nipple!

Through both her pink, little buds there was a silver bar, making what used to be a very erotic view into something out of James's wet fantasies.

"Wow!" James exclaimed, impressed beyond belief and immediately grabbed her temptingly naked breasts. The odd contrast between her soft breasts and the hard, unyielding bars was amazing. The instant he touched her, she gave a high-pitched moan, as sexual warmth spread from her tits. Surprised, and afraid he'd hurt her somehow, he quickly let go of her but she just smiled.

"They've become very sensitive..." she winked at him and thrust her chest out to him, inviting him to touch her again -- an invitation he wasn't going to miss.

Grabbing both her hard nipples with two fingers, he massaged the newly pierced bumps, powering her to cover her mouth with her hands, lest she told everyone outside what they were doing in there!

"So good..." she moaned, trying to keep her voice down. Her chest had always been sensitive, but since she got these babies installed, it had been incredible. She had been powerd to wear a bra to keep from rubbing them raw against her t-shirts. Even though the constricting bra had managed to keep her happy tits from bouncing up and down, the constant feeling of cloth against the insanely responsive nipples had kept her in a state of arousal... and now James was doing all kinds of interesting things to them!

Granted, the tattooed woman who had done them had instructed her to stay away from all physical contact for at least a couple of weeks to avoid infections, but Carol figured she could just rub a lot of that antiseptic cream on afterwards. She'd gotten these for James; she wasn't about to tell him he couldn't play with them! Especially not considering how great it felt.

As his erection tried its best to poke its way out through his jeans, James got a rising suspicion that they were going to miss class today.

"You know," he said slowly, without taking his focus off the exciting new toys in Carol's nipples, "I think we should head back to your room..."

"Oh yeah?" Carol moaned, "but we'll miss the class. We might miss something important...Ooh, yeah..." Being the one to tease him for once felt good to the horny blonde.

"I don't think so," James countered, "I think it's more important to get back to your room. Now!"

"Well, if you say so!" Carol grinned, more than ready to get out of the bathroom and to a place where she could be loud and naked!

Quickly putting her bra, t-shirt and glasses on again, she led him out of the bathroom, not caring if anyone saw them enter or leave.

"When did you have... them... done?" James asked, as they made their way across campus.

"Oh yesterday," she answered with a smile. He was reacting precisely as she had hoped.

"Why, though?" came the next, predicable question.

"Oh, I thought you'd like it," she smiled aloof, not wanting to give the whole story.

The fact was that Carol had felt left behind by Andrea again when she saw Andrea's new tattoo on SexSlaveAndrea.com, Saturday evening. Knowing how much James would appreciate that the older woman permanently had marked herself as his property, she'd wondered how she could 'get back in the game' as she thought of it. The prize of the game: James's attention and admiration. At least now Andrea wasn't winning anymore. They were tied.

Her answer seemed to please him and he hurried on towards her dorm room, powering her to follow his quick steps.

---

Inside her room, she quickly went to the bed -- where else? -- with James in hot pursuit. Eager to feel the sexy new addition to her body, James immediately started pulling at her t-shirt, wanting to get it off. She smiled at him and obeyed, pulling it off.

"Mmmm... you're a sexy little one, aren't you?" he smiled when he had her semi-naked on her bed.

"You think so?" she asked, awfully eager for him to tell her that she was sexy. She loved compliments, especially when they came from her aroused lover -- aroused because of her. That in itself was quite the compliment to the shy, buxom girl.

"Oh, yes, you are," he answered, knowing how important compliments would be to her, "such beautiful boobs," he kissed the bra-covered tits, making her giggle a little.

"And such naughty, naughty piercings!" he added, fondling the hard bumps through the bra, making her sigh in reaction, "only sexy sluts would do that..."

"But I only did it for you..." she objected. She wanted to be sexy, sure, but she was not sure if she wanted to be a slut. She was still a good girl, after all, even if he and Andrea were luring her away from her old life.

"That just means you're MY sexy slut," he assured her, and before she could raise further objections he closed her mouth with a deep, heartfelt kiss. Their tongues met and she completely surrendered, wanting to be his slut, wanting to be whatever he wanted, as long as he would stay with her and make her feel good.

While kissing her, his hands moved around her, trying to get the clasps of her bra undone. What looked so easy for the sexy blonde, turned out to be a rather difficult task for her eager lover. And the fact that she was on her back didn't exactly help!

"Let me," she giggled when he failed to get the clever little hooks unhooked for the fifth time. She sat up and freed her enormous tits with a flick of her wrist. The bra ended up on the floor, next to her t-shirt.

"Wow..." he breathed again at the sight of the juicy jugs. Big, round, with creamy, flawless skin -- and now two silver bars! His hands couldn't stay away and grabbed one each, before he lowered his face to the nearest of the pink nipples.

"Ahhh..." she moaned delighted as he sucked the metal bar into his mouth and played with it with his tongue and teeth, "Yes!"

He shifted to the other nipple, luring an identical moan from her at that one too. This was something akin to Heaven for James -- two huge breasts to play with, a very receptive owner of them and hard, new toys in the middle of it all... wonderful!

His hard cock was in need of more though, and his hands crawled down her soft body, down to her skirt that they quickly got pulled up around her waist. Her panties were no hindrance either, and finally Carol felt a very welcome presence touch her attention-craving clit. His fingers worked almost on autopilot when they began playing with the little nub -- and they knew quite well how to entertain it!

"Oooh!" she sighed, "Ooooh, yes! God, so good!" Her hyper-sensitive nipples and now her clit were being stimulated in just the right way, "Oh God, oh GOD!"

Carol was already on the edge, having been horny constantly since she'd been pierced the day before, but too nervous about James's reaction to really do something about it. Now that he had most certainly approved, she finally felt she could let herself go, and it promised to be very, very good!

"Please, more! Yes, yes!" she cried, and that's when he bit her right nipple. The pain and the arousing feelings that followed it made her cry out loudly, "Oh GOD!" as she moved restlessly around beneath him, trying to get the right amount of pressure, trying to get him to touch her everywhere at once, trying very hard to increase the rising pleasure.

"Oh Lord, that hurt... oh, so good, oh God, please, more, please..." she moaned, not even aware that her mouth kept crying her body's needs out. James smiled and rubbed harder and faster on her clit.

"Oh yes, oh my, so good! Please, make me cum, make me, make me cum!"

James's hand was almost a blur between her legs as he rubbed the slutty cunt; his teeth bit down on her other nipple, making her love and crave the strange pain.

"Yesssss! YESSSS! Oh please! Yes, more!" she cried and finally felt her entire body detonate as she finally hit her peak, "Oh GOOOD!"

Wave after wave of bliss rushed over her, as her body convulsed in pure pleasure at the explosion between her thighs. James slowed down considerably, though he didn't stop playing with her tits -- they were just too tempting, too lovely, and too sexy.

"Mmmm... so... good..." she kept mumbling, as her body gradually relaxed.

But James didn't want her relaxed. James wanted her, plain and simple, and he was about to have her. Okay, he had had fun while she was screaming and crying her orgasm out, but it was time for a different kind of fun. He opened his pants, got them and the boxers off (now that he was at it anyway, he also removed his t-shirt, shoes and socks) and laid down atop of her, completely naked. She offered no resistance when he scooted her panties down. He briefly noted how unsexy they were, but figured she probably didn't have too much lingerie. It wasn't Andrea after all, who had a considerable collection.

His rock-hard cock found her dripping wet snatch, and he began working himself in there. She was tight, but had produced lots and lots of lubrication.

"Oh my God!" she suddenly moaned, getting her bearings and realizing a large, hard cock was making its way into her. It was not an unwelcome visitor though, and she didn't even think about trying to stop him. She spread her legs for him as best she could and pulled his mouth down to hers, kissing him intensely. She loved how he made her feel, sexy, desirable, and lovable, and such wondrous orgasms!

Without realizing it, Carol was falling in love with a guy who already owned one sexy slave; one he clearly didn't intend to get rid of, not even in favor of her. But it didn't matter! All that mattered was how she felt in her heart and making sure he'd always be with her.

"Ooh..." she moaned at him, his cock stretching her tight cunt, and it felt so good! "You like it?" she asked, wanting to hear him say what she could see he felt.

"Oh yes!" he agreed and pulled out, still moving slowly, taking care of her. If it had been Andrea, he'd already be hammering in and out of her by now, but something made him take it easy with Carol. Not that it was needed, her flexible pussy would be able to cope with what he could dish out, but she still appreciated it.

"Yeah, you're so sexy, I love it!" he sighed and began thrusting in again.

She beamed at him, choosing to hear 'I love it' as 'I love you', and it made her heart beat faster.

"Mmmm... me too!" she agreed, and sighed in delight as he increased the speed and power of his thrusts.

"Oooh!" she moaned, which was clearly a sign to speed up, to James's ears at least. So he did, faster and faster, more and more powerful thrusts, pounding into her happy pussy that enjoyed every second. Inside Carol a new orgasm was quickly gathering steam.

One James-orgasm was far from enough, especially as he kept playing with her nipples. Erotic messages went into her from her most erogenous zones, and she had to fight to keep from moaning loudly. After her last screaming orgasm, she'd remembered that her neighbors weren't necessarily at class either.

But it was impossible to be silent when James's delightful cock was pistoning in and out of her as his hands were roughly massaging her mighty tits and the sensitive piercings. She strongly suspected that he could make her cum using only her nipples now! And the feelings of love and desire that were building and getting stronger in her mind and heart.

"Oh God, James! You're AMAZING!" she cried, giving up hope of being silent.

That was the kind of compliment James wanted to hear, something that could turn on the still shy and nervous geek. He was quickly losing the battle to resist the orgasm as well. Those tits were probably the sexiest James had ever seen, and now those bars. He couldn't say why, but in some strange way they were at least as sexy as Andrea's tattoos. Or well, at least the one on her ass. Whenever he reread that her pussy was his property, he got very aroused. But these piercings -- especially in these tits! -- might actually rival that.

"Shit, you're good!" he groaned, his orgasm quickly getting closer and closer. As it so often happened, he kind of lost control, and his body took over. Mauling her impressive tits and hammering into her soft, yielding cunt, he groaned and moaned.

"Fuck, you look so slutty now! God, it's so sexy, I love it, I love it!"

"You think so?" she responded, her own orgasm so close once again, "I love when you bite them, it feels so good!"

Not needing to be told twice, he bit down on her, hard. She cried, and he hammered into her one last time and emptied his balls into the tight, moaning slut.

"Ahhh!" he groaned as he released his seed, but kept fucking her. Partly to make her cum and partly because... well, it felt good; why stop?

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh YES!" she cried. Feeling him cum and the sudden, arousing pain in her tit pushed her over the edge. With a moan that almost sounded like a scream (and was very clearly heard by her neighbor) she came in a thunderous orgasm that left her breathless and weak.

---

Frank was a clerk at the Secretary of Student Information. It was a rather pompous title considering it was a small two-permister office in which the most important tasks were to ensure that every student got a dorm room and make sure that the ones who requested a single room got one.

At around half past three he was alone at the office, staring longingly at the watch on the wall, waiting for the last thirty minutes to pass so he could close the office and return to his room. Frank was a computer-science major and had the classic 'nerd-look' going for him; and he cared a lot more for his online World of War Craft gaming than his appearance, which didn't exactly make him popular with the girls.

In short, he didn't stand a chance when he suddenly and very unexpectedly got a visitor. An attractive, mature woman, looking to be a little more than thirty, with tanned skin and long, dark-red hair. She was wearing a long coat, effectively covering her body, which Frank suspected was rather hot.

"Hello," the woman smiled and Frank nodded in return.

"Can I help you... ma'am?"

"Yes, I hope so," she answered, as the smile grew wider, flirtier, "I need to find a student here named Carol. I'm afraid I don't know her last name but I have her picture..."

"Well..." Frank said, suddenly a little doubtful. Sure, he had a database and could probably find this Carol. There were pictures for the yearbook in the system as well, after all. But there was something fishy going on. Who was this woman?

"I'm not sure I'm allowed to hand out students' names to anybody. What was your name... miss?"

"I'm Andrea Cinder," she smiled, "and I can assure you I'm a friend of Carol's." Keeping eye contact and smiling her seductive smile, she began unbuttoning her coat. And suddenly it became a near-impossible task for Frank to keep his eyes on hers!

She was wearing a thin, white top, molding to her tits like a second layer of skin. The neckline was so deep that Frank instantly knew she wasn't wearing a bra, and that the threat of her boobs spilling out should she lean forward was very real. The top ended around her stomach and the skirt she was wearing was so short he could see all of her well-shaped thighs.

This was surreal! This was one of his porn fantasies coming to life! Was she a stripper, or better yet, a hooker?!

"Eh..." he mumred, staring at her amazing body. But as quickly as it had appeared, it started to disappear again. She buttoned the buttons, one after another, covering more and more of her luscious flesh beneath the dark coat.

"Please don't!" he blurted out as the recovering reached her tits.

"Well, if you won't help me," Andrea told him in a frank voice, "I'll have to find someone who will..."

"Of course I'll help!" Suddenly Frank couldn't think of a single reamister not to help this wonderful woman -- with whatever she wanted! Especially, if she needed a little relief. Frank had seen enough porn to know that's what women needed when they came to a clerk dressed like that.

Andrea stopped buttoning her coat, leaving him with the view of her impressive cleavage, earning Frank's gratitude and cooperation. Instead, she took a picture out of her pocket and handed it to him.

"This is Carol," she explained, and he powerd himself to look at the picture, trying to be as accommodating as he could. That he kept sneaking peaks of her wonderful tits was another matter entirely.

"Hey, I know her," he smiled, relieved that he could help her, "That's Carol Harrimister. I think she lives in the building." He looked in his beautiful visitor's eyes, for the first time since she unveiled that wonderful body of hers and was rewarded by a very genuine smile.

"Could you get her precise address on that?" Andrea nodded towards the computer on his desk, pleased to finally have a last name. She had hoped it would be a male clerk, though she hadn't dared dream it would be the one guy on campus who was a bigger nerd that James.

Even the collar around her neck, proudly proclaiming this woman to be owned by James had been polished, looking new and shiny.

"Wow!" was all James managed to get out as his eyes feasted on this banquet of arousal she presented in front of him.

"You like?" she inquired, already knowing the obvious answer but always eager to hear him say it. She moved with careful grace to him, swaying her hips, giving him mesmerizing glints of her panties and the secrets they tried to keep with every step.

"Come here, and I'll show you how much!" he replied, grabbing her and pulling her body tightly against his, grinding his hard cock into her soft stomach.

"Mmmm ... you do like," she grinned, feeling the telltale hardness even through his jeans. Oh, it felt very promising. Even more so, when his hands slipped around her and cupped her ass, completely unhindered by the string of her thong that offered no protection at all. It wouldn't do to cover her pretty SWAK tattoo, after all, would it?

Pressing her soft, well-formed body in against his, his lips met with hers in an intense kiss, eagerly taking his pleasure from her, and she was only too willing to comply. Their tongues met, and in that kiss James forgot all about bad birthdays. His sullen mood disappeared as her eager tongue met with his and really welcomed him to her home - in that way only he was greeted.

"Oh yeah," he breathed in as he fondled her firm ass, "What's not to like?" She didn't get a chance to answer though, as he once again pressed his mouth against hers in a greedy kiss.

"Mmmm..." she murmured into his mouth, enjoying their tongues' eager dance (and his hands on her ass!) but vaguely remembering something... what was it...? Oh yes, the surprise!

"But come inside..." she asked him breathlessly when she finally managed to break away from his enticing lips, "and see your surprise!" She winked at him, turned around and walked carefully into the living room in her heels, making sure to give her young Master a good show as she did so.

Neither his grin nor his aching hard-on diminished at the sight presented to him: her sexy ass halfway hidden by the negligee but still very visible, the kissing lips tattoo he'd chosen for her, the way her lovely ass swayed back and forth with every step she took. Nope, James was not unhappy with the view at all, and he eagerly followed her, very curious as to what she had planned.

One thing was certain though, it was sure to be arousing.

Inside the living room there was another change. Her only recliner stood in the middle of the room, pointed towards an empty space where the coffee table usually was. That had been moved out of the way, almost creating a sort of scene -- at least to James's curious eyes.

Andrea walked to the chair and gracefully knelt next to it.

"Come, sit and relax, Master," she smiled at him from her knees. Not really knowing what was about to happen, but more than willing to see what his slave had planned, James did as asked and sat down in the comfy recliner.

Andrea immediately began untying his shoes, took them off and found a pair of soft, warm slippers for him. She'd bought them the day before in a spur of the moment, thinking how intimate and basically submissive the act of putting them on her beloved Master would feel.

"Nice," James admitted and she beamed up at him, pleased that he liked it. He more than liked it, actually, he felt like an old English lord being served by the maid. Except this maid was dressed more like a wet dream, but still...

"You want your surprise, Master?" she asked him, no doubt about the answer. James's cock gave a little twist in his pants, and he nodded enthusiastically.

Suddenly he heard the unmistakably familiar sound of heels on Andrea's wooden floors -- from behind his chair! As if someone wearing sexy heels had been waiting in another room... waiting for a cue?

With a quickening pulse, James whipped his head around, looking behind him and saw the last permister he would have imagined waiting in Andrea's house: Carol.

But it was not the mundanely dressed Carol he was so accustomed to from school, not even the slightly-risqué-dressed Carol he'd seen on their 'date' with Andrea and the whip almost a week ago.

No, this was so-sexy-I-can't-believe-it Carol! Black knee-high boots in patent leather with heels so high she'd spent days getting used to them, black fishnet-stockings, with the hem clearly visible beneath a short, black leather skirt. But the most surprising, and by far the sexiest to James's young mind, was the black leather corset she wore.

It powerd her stomach in, giving her a waistline as slim and sexy as she'd ordinarily only dream of, while pressing her always impressive tits up, mashing them together. Her cleavage was deep, so deep no man would ever look her in the eye. His eyes would irresistibly be drawn to the tempting line between her large tits, ever so alluring, ever so mysterious.

When she'd first tried on the corset (after she'd gotten used to the uncompromising stiffness and the constant restriction on her breathing) she'd been surprised --and very, very pleased -- to see the hourglass figure her hips, waist and bust suddenly presented.

Just like Andrea, her face was heavily made up (done by Andrea, by the way, while she patiently taught Carol how to put it on -- and how much!) and her blonde hair was set up in a tight bun, pulling her hair away from her face and giving her a strict look. In her right hand she was carrying a long crop, underlining the whole 'Mistress-appearance'.

"Wow..." James breathed, unable to say anything more intelligent. Her eyes lit up at this highest of compliments from a horny twenty-year old, and she continued into the room, walking slowly and confidently, with a small smile playing on her red lips.

Or rather, she managed to project such confidence, to quiet her screaming nerves. The couple of takes she'd downed while waiting for the cue for her grand entrance had certainly helped but she still felt unbelievably nervous, and at the same time she was so wet, so aroused that she couldn't wait to get James's surprise started.

"Happy birthday!" she greeted when she reached his chair and bent down to give him a long, slow kiss. Of course, she had to bend at the hips, as her spine was now locked in a primister of leather, but the quick view of her two magnificent globes, offered to him in such an enticing manner, before her lips met his and his view was thus obscured, certainly didn't diminish his raging hard-on, oh no.

"Eh... thanks," he muttered when she withdrew, and she couldn't conceal her grin. Normally, this was the effect Andrea had on him, but here and now, Carol was willing to bet he didn't even remember she was in the room. Oh, what an ego-boost his eyes were right now, so enraptured by her (ah well, by her busty chest and deep cleavage that was once again in his plain view, as she stood before him, still bent down).

"Ahemm!" they suddenly heard a cough behind Carol. Andrea too had noticed that James was a tad too interested in the blonde, and that was certainly not a part of the plan. To cheer James up, yes. To give him a show and experience he'd remember to his deathbed, most definitely yes. To have fun, oh God, yes. But to let the two of them leave her out of it, making her watch from the sideline as that young hussy stole her James away? Hell no!

Screwing up her courage, Carol blew James an air kiss as she straightened up and turned around. Still carrying the crop, she walked leisurely to the redheaded slave. Perhaps it was the takes, the sexy clothes and most likely the look in James's eyes when he had stared at her; whatever it was, she'd never felt such confidence before. Her heart beat faster than ever before; her red was ablaze with desire and a strange notion of power!

Just as she'd done so many times in her secret fantasies of Andrea, she grabbed a fistful of her beautiful red hair and powerd her mouth on hers in a hard kiss.

Andrea tried to resist, tried to pull away -- this wasn't what they had planned! But the blonde wouldn't have it, wouldn't let go. More used to the heels as she was, Andrea could probably have gotten away by her better balance, but, well, the show must go on. So she swallowed her protests and submitted to the suddenly willful girl who was so eagerly attacking her mouth. Carol sensed it, sensed the sweet surrender, sensed her power grow, and her pussy flooded with this new triumph. The hand not entwined in the red mane of the submissive slave slid around her waist and squeezed her naked ass cheeks, much like James had done not long ago.

"God..." Andrea sighed when Carol pulled her lips off hers for a second to breathe, this unexpected turn of events turned out to be quite arousing! This was not James, but to be grabbed and used like this in front of him -- as a show for him! -- was rather intoxicating indeed. She didn't even consider the possibility of simply the fact that Carol was taking command of her could be the cause of her heightened arousal. Nope, had to be because James was watching.

"Oh my," Carol muttered, loud enough so James could hear, "I think your little slave here likes it!"

Well, that made three of them! The scene in front of James was very erotic, and he was torn between joining them and staying put to see what more they had planned.

Carol's lips powerd themselves against Andrea's again as she pushed her face towards her own -- and this time Andrea didn't try to hinder her. Instead, she let her take what she wanted, opening her mouth for the exploring tongue and pressing her ass against the groping hand.

The kiss lasted forever. No one wanted to interrupt, it felt too good -- and was so sexy to watch! James had seen such things in porn, of course, but this was right here, and real! The feeling, the smell, the little moans from both the girls... wow!

When finally Carol tore free, it was with a brand new fire in her eyes that she looked at James.

"And now, the little slave girl's gonna dance a little for the birthday boy," she smiled, picked up the remote for the stereo and started the music. James was too occupied with the 'show' to notice Andrea's clear alarm over yet another change in their plan. The idea was that they would do a little dancing, getting James warmed up with some lesbian undertones before moving on to the main event. But it seemed Carol had her own plans.

The music had a fast beat, easy to dance to, and before she even knew it, Andrea's hips started moving to the rhythm.

"Oh yeah!" Carol cheered, "Shake that money-maker!"

In his chair, James started nodding with the rhythm, showing his appreciation of the show, as Andrea got more and more into it. It was an odd feeling, being put so on display, but also strangely liberating.

She closed her eyes, shaking her hips as she started to move around, trying to sink fully into the music. With every not-so-subtle jerk of her hips, with every step in her high heels, her little negligee rose up, flashing her purple panties that were quickly getting quite wet!

She turned around, showing them her tight little ass, shaking it fast for her audience. James couldn't keep his eyes off the kissing lips on her cheek, remembering when she'd gotten the sexy tattoo.

"Mmmm... like it?" Andrea moaned as she gave her own ass a little slap, "Want to see more of this?" Her hands grabbed and squeezed both cheeks, as she looked over her shoulder at James -- who nodded with all his might.

"Oh yeah!" he muttered in agreement, desperately wanting to see more... much more. Andrea had always liked to dance though she'd never quite done it in such a situation before. She was agile, had a good sense of rhythm -- and certainly wasn't shy! All in all that resulted in a rather captivating show.

Carol, slightly takes and high on power couldn't get enough of the tantalizing, almost magictizing movements of the dancing ass in front of them either -- she was staring as hard as James! And when Andrea moved her hands from her tight little ass to her hair that she started playing with, Carol suddenly got a strange impulse and without any consideration, she acted on it.

Slap! The crop in her hand suddenly struck Andrea's ass, right on the right cheek!

"Ouch!" Andrea yelped as she jumped; the sudden stinging pain was certainly not a part of the plan for the evening's entertainment!

"Keep dancing, slut!" Carol exclaimed, utterly pleased with herself and the eager look on James's face. He liked it, so Andrea couldn't really complaint, could she? That's what they were here for, after all, pleasing James. And he looked very pleased.

Andrea saw that too and shooting a dark look at Carol, she began dancing again, though it was hard to keep the concentration. She turned around, still dancing, preferring to keep her eyes on James (and the crop-wielding Carol! They had bought that crop for show -- to give Carol a dominatrix look, not for her to actually use it! And why did the lingering pain on her ass feel so sexy? Damn it!), and her hands instinctively moved to what she knew James liked: her tits.

"Mmmm..." she moaned as she pinched her nipples through the thin negligee, "You want to play with these, don't you, Sir?" she used her nipples to lift up her lovely melons, "Want to bite my poor little nipples?"

James nodded rapidly, the tent in his pants quite prominent.

"Oh yeah, you want it," she winked and decided to cut the entertainment short. Most of their plans had been shot down by Carol's sudden need for control and dominance anyway.

Still moving to the music, she made her way to James's recliner and slid down to the floor before him. With fast, almost desperate movements, she got his zipper and button opened and freed his throbbing, proud cock.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed, as always happy to see him, "You liked my dance, Master?" She winked up at him and before he had time to answer -- or even think about answering -- she took the warm head of his cock in her mouth.

"God!" James groaned, things starting to happen very fast. Her tongue swirled around his sensitive head; her soft lips kissed his pride and joy, using her expertise to rush him towards the orgasm that had been building since he opened the door.

This was the way it was supposed to be -- in Andrea's mind -- just him and her. She on her knees, pleasing, and him in control, getting pleased. Oh yes, oh yes!! Her right hand found its way down between her legs, and her own orgasm, always right under the surface these days, started to build.

Only problem was, of course, it's damn hard to beg for permission to cum when one's mouth is full of cock. Andrea didn't even bother to try, not yet at least. Later, she was going to beg him, screaming, while he pounded her cunt with his big cock! Oh yes, oh God!

Shit, stop that! she commanded herself, as she realized how close she was to cumming -- without his consent!

Shaking her head, she got her mind back on the task at hand and sucked the hard, delightful cock.

Meanwhile, Carol was torn between annoyance and intense arousal. That clever little minx had sidetracked her, but oh God, it looked hot. That red mane of hair bobbing up and down, totally caught up in the sexy situation. Carol didn't miss the hand between Andrea's thighs as she knelt in front of her master and lover.

Jealousy, a raging desire to re-live the connection with James, a burning need to stay in control of the slutty redheaded slave all mixed together in the blonde and gave her the courage to take charge of the situation once again. In a few, quick steps she was behind the kneeling slave who was too occupied by the hard cock going in and out of her mouth to notice anything else.

Suddenly a sharp pain flashed through Andrea's skull and a hard, uncompromising tug on her hair sent her reeling backwards, landing her on the floor from where she saw Carol quickly kneel down and take her place (after a short battle with her restrictive corset that didn't exactly make getting down to her knees easy...)! James's cock was not out in the cold for long before a new pair of hungry lips closed around it, eager to please him.

"Ah...!" he groaned, as Carol sucked his long cock as far down her throat as she could bear, massaging the sensitive head with her lips, tongue and throat-muscles as best she could.

Two incredibly sexy women were actually fighting to please him! Could any guy want more? In James's position, he couldn't imagine so, and it became very difficult to hold the impending orgasm back.

"Glurk! Glagh!" her throat gargled as she powerd it to take the fat dick, again and again, a sound James still found unbelievably erotic. To his ear, it was the sound of presentation, of a woman trying her best to please him, even fighting her own body to do so.

From her vantage point on the floor, Andrea stared at the couple and strange emotions fought in her. They were about the same age and looked good together, arousingly so. Jealousy and a dark anger arose in her chest, but at the same time a submissive joy spread in her. Right now, James wanted Carol, and she was happy to give her to him. She'd do whatever needed to ensure his happiness.

She'd get back at that cow later...

For now, it was important to make sure James continued to enjoy his birthday. He wasn't stupid and had probably figured that their little fight wasn't a part of any plan. She got up and went behind James's recliner, her hands on his shoulders, gently massaging him.

"Enjoying your little slut?" she whispered in his ear, sending a dark look down at the happily sucking face of Carol.

"Uh-huh!" James agreed, fighting the rising orgasm. He placed his hands on the blonde head, seizing control of the blowjob. Carol was happy to yield to him -- as sexy as it was to dominate and control Andrea, it was still sexier to submit to James and let him run the show.

The signs were clear to Andrea; she'd seen them often enough... James was about to cum.

"You gonna cum in her mouth, Master? Fuck her throat and send your warm, sexy sperm down her throat, making her take it all?" she wondered, just loud enough for the both of them to hear.

"Uh-huh!" James agreed again, hardly able to do anything but agree at this point.

"No..." she objected in her low, sultry voice, "no, I think you want to cum on those huge porn star tits. Imagine, those enormous white globes, covered in your seed... sounds good, eh?"

"Oh, yes!" James agreed, and pulled Carol's head off his cock. She got the message, and started jerking on the hard, eager cock, aiming it at her corset-enhanced bust.

"Yessss!" Andrea muttered, "cover those babies with your jizz! Spray it on them; mark them as your territory. That little slut and her huge knockers are yours! Prove it!" She did her best to edge him on, and her desire to see Carol used like this overrode anything else.

"Fuck! Fuck!" James finally exclaimed and large white strays of cum stood out of his hard cock, landing on the huge twins so nicely presented for him.

"Ah! Ah...!" Carol moaned excitedly as pride and arousal mixed with a little disgust. Sperm was not exactly something that turned her on, but still... being used like this -- getting her breasts marked as her lover's territory was quite the turn-on.

"Yes! Yes!" Andrea grinned, correctly reading Carol's mixed feelings at getting her tits painted by her master's cum. Oh, this was going to be fun.

"Mmmm... You want to see your slave lick those tits clean of your cum, Sir?" she asked when he'd fired all his juice. When he gave a grunting nod, she knelt down next to the surprised blonde who was still jerking fruitlessly on the spent cock in her hand. Long lines of sticky cum decorated her tits, proudly displayed for their lover's pleasure, and she seemed a little at loss as to what was to happen now. Andrea didn't really want to lick her breasts clean, did she?

The mature slave girl leaned in to Carol and let her tongue playfully lick across her impressive bust, catching a strain of pearly white cum as it did so. Carol looked down at her, disgust, awe and arousal clear on her face as Andrea swallowed the salty sperm with a little pleasurable hum.

"So good," she muttered, seemingly more to herself though it had quite the effect on both James and Carol. The softening cock gave a jerk of appreciation, simply loving the nasty, submissive semi-lesbian action in front of it. Carol felt something along the same lines, only with disgust and envy mixed in.

Andrea was so cool, so in control of herself, even when she humiliated herself like this.

The tongue came out again and scooped up a large glob of cum but instead of swallowing it, Andrea played with it in her mouth. She turned around and gave James a nasty little show. She blew little bobbles with it, let it slide out of the corner of her mouth and down her chin, only to suck it back in with a joyful, little hum.

"Kiss Carol," James told her with shining eyes, wanting to get both his sluts in on the action. Andrea gave him a wicked grin, having hoped he'd say that and turned back to the blonde teenager who was looking at her with desire and disgust.

Taking the stunned blonde's face in her hands, Andrea placed a very careful kiss on her red lips. When Carol didn't respond -- the shocked teen was torn between embracing this slutty, submissive side of herself and thus be more like Andrea and simply being repulsed by such a revolting act -- Andrea pressed her sperm-coated tongue in between Carol's lips, determined to share the delightful fruits of James's balls. Then she sent the mix of spit and cum into Carol's mouth, refusing to break the kiss before she'd done as James ordered.

When she finally pulled back both she and her master excitedly studied the face of their blonde playmate who seemed even more conflicted now when James's cum was actually in her mouth. Her pussy was drenched, flooding with submissive juices, but at the same time the salty taste caused her to wrinkle her nose in displeasure.

"I'm not sure she likes it, Master," Andrea giggled at her and shared a smile with James, reminding him wordlessly that she liked his cum, that she was the smuttiest, nastiest, horniest woman in his life.

"Oh well," James shrugged, a bit disappointed, but it seemed to matter more to the girls than to him. It certainly mattered to Carol, who had decided not to be outdone by Andrea tonight! With determination written on her face, she ran her finger across her tits, scooping up a massive glob of cum and, suppressing her repulsion she held it to her mouth and sucked it clean, staring challengingly up at Andrea.

"Mmmm... It's certainly an acquired taste," she smiled smugly, enjoying the annoyed look on Andrea's face. James laughed and applauded her silently, while she scooped up more cum and held it out to Andrea, who licked it off her finger, annoyance and pleasure mixed on her face.

"Wow..." James sighed, the catty women in front of him were a sight beyond belief. Slowly, his cock was starting to harden again, eager for round two with his delicious sluts.

"Hmm..." Carol muttered when her tits were about clean of cum, "we're gonna need more. We'll have to get him back to life." She crawled back to James and unceremonially took his flaccid cock in her mouth, doing her best to give him back his hardness.

"Ah, yeah..." James smiled to her, and she winked up at him, glad to see and hear his clear pleasure. His hand grabbed a hold of the bun of blonde hair atop of her head and used it to guide the blowjob -- speed it up, in other words, 'cause that's how James liked getting his cock sucked... hard and fast.

It didn't take long before Carol was joined by Andrea, but she wasn't willing to give up the control, so she kept the slowly growing cock for herself. The older woman gave the blonde a scolding look, but figured there was more than one way to please a man.

Drying the last remnants of cum from around her mouth off on the backside of her hand, she crawled up to his face and placed a long, loving kiss on his lips. James eagerly responded, sticking his tongue into her mouth to play around with hers, while his hand snuck around her waist and found her near-naked ass to play with.

A sexy woman blowing him, another sexy woman kissing him while he himself felt one up and controlled the blowjob. Life was good, and it certainly wasn't long before Carol had trouble fitting all of his hard cock in her mouth.

"Glark! Kllaaak!" she moaned as she tried -- and failed -- to deep throat the large dick, but she didn't give up! She'd seen how much James enjoyed it when Andrea slid the entire length down her throat (though she'd also gleefully noticed that it wasn't exactly easy for the redheaded woman), and she wanted to give him that pleasure!

Of course that determination in itself was enough to please their young master. It was incredibly erotic to him that a woman, hot and sexy as she was, was willing to go through that trouble to please him.

"Oooh," Andrea sighed as she saw the rock hard cock disappear halfway in-between Carol's red lips, "it seems he's ready to play again." She reached down and grabbed a hold of the oddly soft skin covering his hard pride and started rubbing it in rhythm with Carol's head going up and down over it.

"Ah..." James sighed as the pleasure increased, one's good but two's terrific!

"Now, what would the birthday boy like to do now?" Andrea wondered loudly as she lovingly squeezed his iron hard cock while Carol continued to gag on it.

"Yesssssss..." James groaned, not really in a state of mind to throw around suggestions. Andrea smiled at him but as she wanted to get on with the show, she snuggled up closer to him, closer to his ear.

"Perhaps you'd like to celebrate your twentieth birthday by fucking a pair of willing sluts?" she whispered to him and batted her eyes invitingly when he turned to look at her.

Carol didn't hear what Andrea said -- she was too caught up in her own world of serving her lover -- but she certainly felt his hard cock twitch in her mouth. He seemed to like whatever the old hussy was whispering to him.

"Maybe we should go upstairs?" Andrea asked him, James smiling confidently as he groped her ass, and he nodded eagerly. Upstairs had a bed, and beds were just more comfortable.

James followed his two ladies upstairs, carefully studying the view presented him as they strutted up the stairs in their heels. Oh, how he loved a woman's ass and legs in high heels!

Andrea's tanned ass was small, tan, tight and inviting and decorated with the hot SWAK tattoo. Her purple baby-doll didn't even try to hide it and he didn't even know why she'd bothered with the tiny thong; maybe to frame her cheeks?

Carol's was opposite in almost every way, plump, fair-skinned and oh, so squeezable; perfect for a good spanking! It was almost completely hidden beneath her leather skirt, and James had yet to see her underwear -- if indeed she was wearing any.

Almost as if she were reading his mind, Carol looked over her shoulder, and she couldn't help but notice James staring intensely at her ass with a hungry look in his eyes. Smiling self-consciously, she reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt up a bit, showing him more of what he wanted to see. When his lips formed a pleased, eager smile at the sight of her round, tempting ass, she let go of the skirt, giggling a bit nervously as she blushed, but walked on with a greater sense of confidence. It felt good to be appreciated! He didn't seem to think it was too big!

When they arrived in her bedroom, Andrea wasted no time getting her panties off. A beautiful wrapping may help make the package look more inviting, but at some point it just gets in the way!

"Easier access," she smiled at James when her thong was on the floor and she stepped out of them. She crawled up in the bed, stopped on all fours with her ass pointed at James. Carol didn't want to be outdone, so her panties were on their way off too, and soon the bedroom floor was littered with two pairs of tiny little panties -- each with a very damp spot at the crotch.

Carol crawled up next to Andrea, so James now had two naked asses to look at; well, almost naked. Carol's skirt still hid a bit of hers.

"How do you want us, Master?" Andrea asked with a teasing smile while she looked up at him and shook her butt a little. James didn't answer, just stepped up behind Andrea, grabbed her around her hips and pulled her back a bit, so she was closer to the edge of the bed. Still without a word, he pushed his rock hard cock (that he hadn't bothered to tuck back into his pants; what was the point?) into her warm, wet pussy that eagerly welcomed him.

"Ahh..." James groaned as he easily slid into her well-known pussy, almost feeling as though he was coming home... a sentiment Andrea would happily agree to; this was where he belonged!

"Oh fuck, yes!" she cried, "oh God, it's been sooo long! God, I need this!" She hadn't been with James since Sunday, and she wasn't allowed to cum on her own. For a submissive woman, constantly reminded that she is owned by her lover by having to wear slut-lingerie and a collar, three days without orgasm is a test of character indeed!

"Oh, please, Master, it's so gooood!" she moaned as he quickly built up a fast pace, hammering into her willing fuck hole while enjoying her cries of passion. She couldn't help but cast a fast look at Carol who certainly didn't seem too pleased by being kept out of the fun. Ah, even better...

Smack! The tight, tempting ass got a hard slap as he continued to ride her, which definitely didn't slow her down!
"Yes! Yes, spank me! Master, spank me! Oh, fuck me, use me!" God, he'd been inside her a couple of minutes and she already had to fight to keep the orgasm back! He gave her another hard slap, and she moaned in response as the sharp, stinging pain added to her pleasure. Oh, have to hold back, have to hold back...

"Oh yes, oh ye-!" her moans were suddenly cut short when he pulled out of her well-lubricated pussy, leaving her gaping and empty.

"Master?" she asked confused and looked behind her to see he had taken a step to the right and now was behind Carol instead. Fuck!

Carol quickly positioned herself on the very edge of the bed, like she'd seen he'd done with Andrea and spread her legs, more than eager for 'her turn'.

He took a little more time to work his cock into her, but the result quickly ended up the same: James buried to his balls in a wet, willing pussy.

"Ooooh..." Carol moaned, "That's soooo gooood!"

"Yeah," James groaned, feeling the tight cunt stretch under the onslaught of his dick. "You're a tight little slut, aren't you?"

"Yeeeesss..." she hissed as he thrust into her. She had to admit she was kind of a slut -- only a slut would share her lover's cum with another woman and only a slut would stand on all fours, waiting for her turn, while her lover fucked another (bigger!) slut.

"But only... your... slut!" she moaned in between his hard thrust. God, it felt so good! And the jealous look on Andrea's face made it even better. After all, James hadn't told her how good she felt!

Andrea was thinking along the same lines. He had groaned and sighed, sure, but why hadn't he told her how good it felt? Was the little tramp-teenager really so much tighter and better? Well, they'd see about that!

"Oooh... yes, it's so good. Faster, harder, please!" the blonde cried, not really knowing what she was saying anymore, she just needed more of this incredible feeling!

James reached down below her, trying to feel up her marvelous tits, but the leather corset wouldn't allow him to even feel a bit. Shit! Suddenly she wished she'd worn something else. What good were having the biggest, sexiest tits in the house -- even pierced -- if her lover couldn't feel them up?

She moaned, halfway in pleasure, halfway in despair, and for once James understood.

"You look so sexy in that corset," he told her, a bit out of breath but sincere nonetheless. Despite her feeling a bit bad about her clothes, and him trying to cheer her up, it never occurred to him to slow down the fucking. Not that she'd want him to -- it felt too good

"You think so?" she asked, feeling a bit better about it. She did look damn good.

"Oh yeah... with your huge tits... and tiny waist? So... sexy!" he gasped. His hands found her soft ass and kneaded it. If he couldn't play with her nipple-piercings, he could play with her ass!

"Oooh..." she sighed, and suddenly he was gone, and just like Andrea, she felt empty and alone without him inside her.

"Oh God, yes! Oh Master!" Carol heard Andrea mewl in pure pleasure, and she looked to her left to see Andrea getting taken again. She reached down between her legs and stroked her clit while looking at the two sexiest people she knew.

He was really giving it to her! He had a solid grip of her long, red hair and held on to it while he pounded her eager pussy as hard as he could.

Neither James nor Carol realized that this was probably the fastest way diseases could be spread between the three of them, and Andrea was too far-gone to even consider anything that didn't have to do with cumming. Luckily, none of them had any venereal infections.

"Thank you, Master, so good! Use me, I'm yours, take me! Take me!" Andrea cried. She did her best to squeeze him with her internal muscles, really wanting to make it good for him (and perhaps to hear she was a tight and sexy slut too). It wasn't easy to focus on though, she already had to suppress her orgasm -- and that seriously took willpower!

"Such a good... slut..." James groaned above her, hammering into her. Despite her best efforts, there wasn't much change from earlier, but it wasn't that she was loose per say, anyway. She just wasn't as tight as the way more inexperienced Carol, but she had other advantages.

Smack! Smack! Smack! His free hand slapped her ass three times in rapid succession while pulling hard on her hair. The feeling of control and power was the greatest aphrodisiac James knew and no one yielded as fully to him as Andrea.

"Ahhh!" She cried, in pain and arousal, letting him do to her whatever he wanted, "Yes! Fuck me, use me!" So good!

And suddenly he was gone again, making her groan with frustration.

"Oh yes!" she heard Carol moan again, adding insult to injury. So that little slut was getting him again? Well, time to bring out the big guns. As soon as it was her turn again, she'd make him stay with her.

"Mmmmm, it feels so good, James!" Carol sighed as he once again pushed his hard cock into her. Her eyes were half closed; her entire face radiated an intense pleasure. God, she loved how he fucked her.

"Tell me you're a slut!" James demanded, pulling out of her only to hammer back in again.

"I'm a slut!" she moaned in response, eager to fulfill his desires, and it gave her a thrill to admit it.

"Again!"

"I'm a slut!" she cried, loudly this time. Oh God, it was good!

"What are you?!" he asked again and slapped her white ass, leaving a large, red print.

"I'm a slut. I'm your fucking slut! Fuck me, use me, make me take your cum, slap me; just keep fucking meeee!" she cried, finally making it to the breaking point, where she told him what he wanted to hear. And the pleasure that had been building up in her burst out into her, released at her own confessions.

"Fuuuuuck!" she shouted as the orgasm shook her, "Fuck me, mark me, soooo good!"

"Hell yeah!" he agreed and pounded against her soft ass again and again.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God..." she moaned, slowly falling down to Earth again, "Ahh..."

And then he was gone from her pussy again, going back to his redheaded slut that eagerly awaited his return.

"Oh, Master, would you please fuck my ass?" Andrea begged him, just as he was about to thrust into her again. She'd been waiting for this -- she'd show the blonde bitch who was tight! She'd been lubricating her rear passage since James began fucking Carol again.

"Heh, sure," James agreed readily. He hadn't even considered that, but that's what sex slaves are for, he figured, reminding their masters how to best use them.

Slowly, carefully he positioned his cock at her rear entrance and began pushing up in her.

"Hnnng..." she groaned, but offered no resistance, as she tried to relax as best she could. It didn't take long before the first part of James's impressive cock entered her tight, tight ass and he began fucking her; more careful than he'd liked, but even he understood the need to take it easy here.

"Oh cuckolds brownie, you're tight back here!" he exclaimed as he pulled out and thrust in again, this stroke going a bit further in than the last.

Andrea sent a triumphant look at Carol -- who's tight now?! But unfortunately, Carol was still in a state of post-orgasmic bliss and wasn't paying attention to anything. Oh well.

"Mmmm... you like my ass, Master?" she asked him.

"Hell yeah!" he groaned, as she slowly yielded to him and accepted the huge intruder. It hurt, sure, but it hurt in a good, arousing way! Besides, any pain was worth keeping him for herself!

"Ah! Ahh! Oh, my God!" she moaned as he began fucking her in earnest. It didn't take long before her tight canal got used to his presence, and he eagerly sped up.

"Fuck me! Fuck your ass slut! Oh God, fuck me wherever you want!" she cried. Her hand quickly found its way down between her legs, furiously rubbing her clit, hoping to cum. He'd once allowed her to cum whenever he was fucking her in the ass, and she intended to take advantage of this, before he remembered!

"Oh God! Oh GOD! OH YES!" she suddenly screamed and her entire body exploded in bliss, as the long-awaited orgasm finally engulfed her, "Oh so GOOD! More! Harder! Fuck, fuck!" she cried, completely overwhelmed by the intense pleasure.

"You cumming, you slut?" James asked and slapped her ass very, very hard.

"Ouch, yes Master! You're fucking my ass, so I can cum!" she defended herself, an edge of guilt stealing some of her pleasure away. But she had to cum. She was going crazy!

"Oh, you fucking SLUT!" he shouted at her, and hammered his cock as hard and deep into her ass as he could. And again. And again, trying to fuck her insides raw.

He grabbed her loose hair and yanked her head back. Pain exploded in her scalp, but it only added to the mind-numbing pleasure she was feeling.

"Fuuuuuck..." she cried, hardly hearing him in her present state.

James had been cheated, he knew that. But looking at her orgasmic face, he couldn't be angry with her. She had wanted it so bad, and she'd been willing to take the consequences. And she was so beautiful when she came.

"Fuck..." he muttered as he pistoned in and out of her ass, "fucking... slut... fuck...!" He still held on to her hair, but he was quickly losing control of himself. He could only continue a***ing her sore ass, faster and faster, as the pleasure inside him grew and grew.

"Argh!" he cried, finally spilling his cum deep inside his slave's ass, marking the end of the most festive birthday he could remember.

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Carol was most likely arelax -- James didn't quite know but he hadn't heard from her in a while, and she was lying quite still, her breathing deep and steady (as deep as the corset allowed, at least). He was lying behind Andrea, with an arm around her and his flaccid cock between her legs, spooning her. He figured it had been twenty minutes since he came, but he wasn't quite sure... he might have slept a little as well.

"You awake?" he whispered into Andrea's ear.

"Yeah, Master," she answered equally quiet.

"You're gonna get punished for that, you know that, right?"

He couldn't see her face, but he could hear her smile in her voice. "Of course, Master." They lay in silence a little while longer, then,

"Thanks. For the best birthday. Ever."

Her heartbeat sped up. She just wanted to make him happy, and she seemed to have succeeded!

"You're welcome, my love."

He didn't really remember anything after that... he might have fallen arelax again.

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Midlife Surrender


The last thing Kara Johnmister wanted to do -- especially seeing that it was early evening, she'd just finished a four-hour stint volunteering at one of her favorite charities and was dressed in a nice blouse and slacks outfit -- was take care of cats. Unfortunately for her, however, that's exactly what she was going to do. She'd promised her friend and neighbor, Amy Marshall, that she'd take care of Precious for her while she and her husband were away for the week. Since they were due back tomorrow evening, she figured she'd stop by one more time to make sure the little darling had food and water and hadn't made too big a mess.

She pulled into the driveway of the Marshall residence and turned off the engine. Opening her purse, she deposited her car keys, withdrew her friend's house keys and exited the car. Once the five foot seven inch buxom blonde reached the front door she slid the key into the lock and turned it, easing the door open and sliding quietly inside, feeling a bit like a thief in the night even though she was there as a favor to her friend.

Amy and Brad Marshall had a beautiful home in an upscale central Florida community. Like every other house in their sub-division -- Kara's included -- it was more than a bit on the ostentatious side, what with four large bedrooms upstairs, a large living room, formal dining room, country kitchen and family room on the main level, and a large rec room and fifth bedroom in the basement. But then with the money Brad made, why wouldn't they have a home like this?

Kara slid off her shoes and started into the house. She moved through the front foyer and down the hall towards the kitchen, where she turned and headed for the entrance to the family room. That was when she heard a deep, guttural groan that sounded strangely like someone trying to talk with a mouthful of rocks. Alarmed, she stopped instantly, listening intently while her heart beat loudly in her chest. When the noise didn't return for several seconds she took a deep breath and crept cautiously to the family room entrance.

It was a miracle she didn't scream out when she eased her head around the corner and saw her five foot six inch friend on her hands and knees, stark naked, a ball gag in her mouth and a blindfold tied around her eyes.

She didn't see the fully clothed young man standing off to the side until he stepped away from the far wall, and she didn't recognize him until the dim light from the table lamp illuminated his face as he stepped closer to Amy. Derek Strong. And stifling another gasp, Kara drew herself back around the corner, out of sight of the family room and the shocking events that were unfolding there.

Derek Strong was a very handsome, ruggedly built young man -- some women might even call him beautiful -- who lived just down the street with his parents. But handsome or not, the simple fact was that he was a soon-to-be college freshman and, at the ripe old age of 18 and-a-half, was 18 years younger than the naked woman he seemed to be dominating. And as these thoughts flew through Kara's head, she bit her lower lip, struggling to keep quiet until she could calm herself down and figure out what to do.

The sound of Derek walking across the floor brought her back to her senses, although it could be argued that if she'd really regained control of her senses she would have slipped as quietly out the front door as she possibly could.

After taking a slow, deep breath, she eased her head back around the corner and once again took in the bizarre scene that was unfolding in the other room. Derek had crossed the floor and taken his position standing over the naked dirty blonde-haired woman. He lowered himself slowly to one knee and ran his hand lightly over her naked flesh.

"So, my little slut-toy, you missed me so much that you cut your vacation short just to be with me." Kara was pretty certain that the guttural garbage that came from Amy's gagged mouth was intended to be an affirmation of this, but she couldn't be certain. But even in the dim light, the smile that slid across Derek's face was unmistakable as he slid his hand onto her C-cup breast and squeezed, causing more unintelligible sounds to flow from her throat.

"Well, I'll certainly try not to disappoint you," he said as he took a black leather collar from a nearby table and fastened it around her neck. Then, just before he rose to his feet, he gave the woman a hard slap on her ass, earning yet another guttural gasp as his reward.

He walked back across the floor, coming to a stop by a small table. He grabbed something from the table that Kara couldn't quite make out and turned back towards his 'little slut-toy.' It wasn't until he slapped the object across the palm of his hand that she realized it was a riding crop of some sort. And then he spoke again, breaking her reverie.

"Crawl to me, slut-toy!" he ordered in a commanding voice. Without hesitation, Amy muttered some other unintelligible noise and started crawling as ordered, even as Kara's knees nearly buckled at the sight. But instead of withdrawing around the corner to compose herself as she had before, this time the voyeuristic blonde held her position, grasping the door-frame for support, unable to draw her eyes away as Amy crawled slowly forward, feeling her way carefully until her hand finally touched her Master's shoes.

Then she stopped, turning her sight deprived eyes up towards his face.

Derek looked down on his slut-toy for a moment before moving around her and coming to a stop beside her ass. He reached down with the riding crop, eased it gently between her rear crack, then slid it carefully across her pussy, causing a gasp and shudder to escape the captive woman's mouth. And then he rubbed it against her, earning more sounds of hungry desperation for his efforts.

The controlling young man seemed content to play this little game for some time, obviously enjoying the hold he held over the older woman. He varied the intensity of his strokes, even gently slapping her pussy several times to keep her off guard. And then, with a suddenness that brought an unsolicited gasp from the secret voyeur's mouth, he drew back the riding crop and slapped it hard across Amy's fanny.

SLAP!!!

"Turn towards me!" he ordered. Again came the murmurs of acknowledgement as the woman turned to obey. Then, once she was in position, Derek set down the riding crop and grabbed the bottom of his tee shirt, ripping it over his head before tossing it casually aside.

"Now it's time for you to undress me," he said in a firm, yet not unkind voice. "You may start with my shoes."

Amy allowed her fanny to settle onto her ankles as she reached forward with her hands. The first shoe came off quickly, but the second proved more difficult, as the laces ended up in a knot. Her first reaction was to ignore the knot and slip the tennis shoe off, but Derek had other ideas and refused to lift his foot..

"You don't expect me to have to deal with the knot you just made, do you?" And even as he was speaking he was reaching for the riding crop and lashing it sharply across her ass.

SLAP!!

Amy managed to stifle her gasp as she went back to work on the knotted shoelace. Only after quite some effort did she finally free the knot, and only then did Derek set down the riding crop, lift his foot and allow her to slip the shoe off.

With the shoes finally removed and his sock-less feet now on display, Amy quickly went to work on his jeans, releasing the belt, snap and zipper before easing the pants over his hips and down to the floor. A moment later his underwear joined his pants around his ankles.

How the two lovers -- if that's what they could be called -- failed to hear the gasp Kara made as she took in the sight of Derek's naked body before withdrawing around the corner was beyond her. Petrified, she stood perfectly still, leaning against the wall, listening for the sounds of footsteps coming her way. But there were none.

She closed her eyes and took a deep, slow breath, and then bit down her lower lip before finally getting up the nerve to peek back around the corner.

By this time Derek had stepped out of his clothes and kicked them aside. He stood at a slight angle to Kara, not so much so that he was looking directly at the voyeur, but enough that the voyeur could clearly see his engorged cock and his beautifully sculpted chest as it veed down to his waist his . And she could see enough of Amy's side to see her clearly visible hands as they slid tenderly up the young man's legs before finally settling on his manhood.

To Kara, the sight before her was like nothing she'd ever seen. She found herself mesmerized as Amy's hands slid tenderly over Derek's meat, stroking it with one hand, cupping his balls with the other. She even leaned forward to rub the cock across her blindfolded, gagged face. So magictic was the sight before her that Kara didn't even realize her own right hand was sliding over her pant-clad pussy while her left was cupping her breast.

For several minutes Derek allowed Amy her freedom, staring down at her while she worshipped his manhood, even as Kara continued to work her own body while she watched. It was almost a shock when Derek spoke again, his voice shattering the quiet.

"That's enough," he said, reaching for her hands and pulling them away before taking a step backwards. He turned towards the table where he'd previously retrieved the collar and riding crop, this time coming away with a pair of wrist-cuffs attached to a fifteen-inch leather strap with a hook attached to its end.

"Stand up," he ordered. When Amy reached her feet he stepped behind her, providing Kara a view of him pulling his captives hands behind her back, attaching the cuffs to her wrists, pulling the strap up and snapping it on a hook attached to the collar. When he finished he stepped away, leaving the woman standing alone in the middle of the room, blind-folded and gagged as before, only now with her hands secured behind her back and snapped to her collar. And as she watched, Kara pulled her hand away from her crotch and slid it down the front of her pants, moaning softly as her hand slid over her very moist pussy.

Derek moved quickly now, grabbing the strap that ran from Amy's collar to her wrists and pushing the woman towards the back of the sofa that occupied the center of the room fronting the unlit fireplace, not stopping until he was within two feet. "Spread you legs," he ordered. Amy obeyed immediately and without question.

"Now, bend at the waist until your chest reaches the sofa," he instructed. Again Amy obeyed without hesitation.

Now the young man paused, looking down on the older woman to admire his handiwork, unable to resist the smile that slid across his lips as he looked down on the blind-folded, gagged and bound woman as she held her position, bent over the back of the sofa with her legs spread wide, her ass and pussy sticking out invitingly. And when he finally spoke again there was a strange softness in his voice.

"And now do you know what I'm going to do?" he queried. The garred response was unintelligible.

"I'm going to punish you," he said calmly. "And do you know why I'm going to punish you?" Again came the garred response.

"Because I can," he said, answering his own question. And with that he leaned forward, placed his left hand on Amy's back and unleashed his bare right hand on her fanny.

SLAP!!! He followed that first slap with several more, each attacking a slightly different part of her ass and each eliciting moans of pain from the helpless slut-toy who, other than the inevitable tensing up as the hand found its mark, held her position obediently. It wasn't until Amy was a near wreck that Derek paused long enough to slide his left hand under her stomach and down to her clit. And then he began anew, only this time the blows were softer and the noise coming from Amy's throat seemed less like complaints than moans of encouragement. And shortly after that the moans became the garred sounds of a woman in heat screaming out as her body exploded in orgasm.

Kara, just barely lucid enough to remain partially hidden by the door frame, nearly lost it as she watched Amy's body shudder under Derek's assault. Her breathing was labored now, coming in short, raspy spurts as she surrendered to the eroticism of the moment. No longer did she even try to deny her own hunger as her right hand furiously worked her pussy while her left hand slid under her blouse to massage her breasts through her bra.

By now Derek had withdrawn his hand from under Amy's stomach and repositioned himself behind her, his rigid cock hovering at the entrance to her womanhood. He placed one hand on her hip while the other guided his member forward, its tip now pressing against her puffy, cum-soaked lips. Then he released his cock and took hold of her other hip, pausing for the briefest of moments before slamming his meat home. And even as his own primal scream was drowning out Amy's garred groans, Kara was gasping desperately for air as her own body exploded in orgasm.

Somehow, Kara managed to stagger back around the corner before falling back against the wall as the shock waves flowed through her body. Lost in her own euphoria, she was only vaguely aware that the noises she heard from the other room were the sounds of orgasms ripping through the lovers' body. She hadn't even begun to regain control of herself when she heard Derek speak again.

"Wait here, slut-toy, and don't move."

Those words brought Kara quickly back to the reality of the moment; the reality of where she was, what she'd just witnessed and how she'd reacted to it. Suddenly afraid of discovery, she quickly withdrew her hands from where they still lingered and began thinking of escape. But before she could take the first step, a still naked Derek slid around the corner and took his place directly in front of her.

"Well, well, well," he said calmly. "If it isn't Miss Johnmister."

Almost before the words were out of his mouth the sound of garred gasps came from the other room. Quickly, Derek placed his hand around Kara's neck, pinning her firmly to the wall while he leaned around the corner.

"I didn't give you permission to move, slut-toy. Now get back in position!" he barked. Then, without waiting to see if he'd be obeyed, he was back in Kara's face.

He relaxed his grip on her neck, sliding the hand to the wall to her right side. And when she responded by looking to her left, he placed his other hand there, effectively cutting off her escape. Then he lowered his gaze, allowing his eyes to take in the disheveled condition the captured voyeur was in.

"Unless I miss my guess," he said as he raised his eyes to hers, "I'd say you enjoyed the show."

"I'm sorry," Kara said in a nervous, cracking voice. "I didn't know you were here. I tried to leave, but . . ." And then she let her voice fall off, not knowing quite how to finish that thought.

"I'm sorry," she whispered again.

Derek removed his left hand from the wall, moving it to her head to brush a stray strand of hair from her eyes. Then he stroked her cheek lightly with the back of his fingers.

"I should go now," Kara said. But when she took a small step to her right Derek slid his left hand down to her arm.

"I don't think so," he said simply.

Growing increasingly nervous with each passing moment, Kara looked longingly towards the front of the house before finally turning her gaze back to Derek.

"What are you going to do?" she said in a voice so soft she could barely hear it herself. Ignoring the older woman's question, Derek continued holding her in place with his left hand while he slid his right hand to the back of her head and grabbed a tuft of hair. He pulled her from the wall, turning her so her back was facing the entrance to the family room. Then he stepped forward and half pushed, half pulled the older woman into the middle of the room. Then, standing no more than ten feet from a still prostrated Amy, he released his grip just long enough to reposition his hands on her shoulders. And then he pressed down.

"Please don't do this," the 38 year-old woman whispered, her breath catching in her throat. "I'm old enough to be you lady." But her pleading went unanswered, and the next thing Kara knew she was on her knees staring at the cock of a man twenty years her junior that was still sticky with another woman's cum.

She was visibly shaking now, her stomach churning. "I can't do this," she whispered as Derek's left hand slid from her shoulder to the back of her head, even as his right hand was moving to his cock.

"You should have thought of that earlier," he finally replied, easing her head forward until the tip of his cock grazed her lips, "when you still had a chance to leave." Then he pulled her forward, watching as her lips parted instinctively to accept his manhood.

Kara nearly gagged as Derek powerd her mouth over his cock, only able to keep from obligation when he paused with his dick halfway inside her. An instant later, however, she felt his right hand move to the back of her head to join his left, each hand grabbing a large tuft of hair. And then he pulled her even closer, sliding more of his manhood into her.

She knew she should have been shocked that she'd let this happen; shocked that she hadn't left as soon as she realized what was going on, or that she hadn't been more powerful in her attempt to break away from Derek when he'd first confronted her. But the truth was that in spite of her basically conservative sexual mores -- or perhaps because of them -- she'd been more turned on by what she'd seen than she ever would have believed possible. Oh sure, she'd heard about things like this, even read about them a bit. But it was one thing to hear about or read about other people practicing perverted sexual acts; it was quite another to see it first hand -- with one of your best friends, no less -- and the sight of it had proved too much for her to bear, sending sensations shooting through her body that she'd been unable to resist. And now, as she knelt helplessly before her friend's tormentor with his cock buried in her mouth and his hands holding her head firmly, she was no longer sure she wanted to resist.

"Look at me," Derek ordered suddenly, snapping her back to reality. She hesitated briefly before reaching out for his legs, holding on to them to steady herself as she arched her neck, raising her eyes upward, all while he held her mouth firmly over his cock.

"You like this, don't you?" he questioned. Her answer came in the form of a very awkward and hesitant shaking of her head -- no.

"Come, now," the young man challenged, pulling his cock half-way out of her mouth before sliding it back in. "You liked it well enough when it was Amy. Are you trying to say you're above liking something so basic, so naturalistic?" A muffled moan escaped Kara's throat, even as a small tear slipped out the corner of her eye. And when she slowly nodded her head -- no -- Derek knew he had her.

"Unbutton your blouse," he ordered.

Even though she'd known this moment was coming, the words still managed to catch her unprepared. So she held her position as she stared up over his massive chest, making no move to obey; but neither making a move of protest.

"Come now," Derek said in an almost kind voice. "I know you're going to obey me, and you know you're going to obey me. And do you know why?" he questioned, twisting her head back a little bit more. "Because deep down, you're every bit the slut-toy that Amy is. Now, are you going to unbutton your blouse like a good little slut-toy or am I going to have to get angry?" Even then, it was several seconds before Kara could manage to move, seconds in which the last shreds of resistance slipped through her grasp, leaving her wondering if maybe Derek was right; maybe she was every bit the slut-toy that Amy was. And as that admission struck home, she slowly raised her shaking hands to her blouse and began releasing the buttons, her offense and shame growing as each new button fell free.
"Now," Derek said when Kara had completed the task, "remove the blouse and toss it aside."

This time Kara hesitated only slightly before moving to obey, carefully easing the garment off her shoulders and down her arms while Derek held her pressed against him.

"Very good," Derek said in a teasingly sweet voice as she tossed the blouse aside. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Slowly, awkwardly, Kara shook her head -- no.

"You know what's next, don't you?"

This time his question was met with a slow, shaky affirmative nod of the head.

"Well?" he questioned. And without further prodding, Kara reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, sliding it down her arms and tossing it after her blouse.

"See how easy this is," Derek said as he slid he cock nearly completely out of her mouth, only to slide it slowly back in. "Why, I bet you even know what comes next, don't you?"

This time, even as Kara was nodding her head affirmatively, she was repositioning her knees further away from Derek so she was stretching upwards and forward, creating separation between the back of her thighs and calfs. Then, without further prodding or hesitation, she released the button on her pants and lowered the zipper, before sticking her thumbs inside the waist and wiggling them over her hips.

"Uh, uh, uh," Derek said, twisting her head controllingly. "The panties, too."

With a groan of acknowledgement, Kara reached up, slid her thumbs inside her panties and eased them over her hips. From there, a series of slow, awkward wiggles and contortions followed before the pants and panties finally slid free of her ankles and were tossed into the growing pile of discarded clothing.

"Very good," Derek praised sarcastically. "Now you're a big girl slut-toy just like Amy. And since you were such an obedient slut-toy -- for the most part, anyway -- I've got a present for you." And with that he began sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking it as if it were a pussy.

At first the thrusts came slowly, but the tempo quickly increased as his grip tightened on her hair, and as he twisted her head to increase his pleasure. And as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth with increasing power, Kara couldn't help but acknowledge the lustful feelings that were building inside her with each new lunge he made, nor could she could keep her hands from sliding between her legs to massage her clit and pussy in time with his thrusts.

For his part, Derek used her mouth as his own private pussy, fucking it without concern for her feelings, even though the moans emanating from her throat gave proof of her excitement. He continued his assault for several long minutes; minutes which saw her slipping further and further under his spell. And from there, it wasn't long before Kara sensed the change in his rhythms and the tensing of his muscles that suggested his release was near

She squirmed hungrily, desperately trying to bring about her own climax. Then, without warning, he released her hair with his right hand and slid it to his cock, leaving his left hand to pull her head from his manhood. And then, as he pulled her head back and down, he began pumping his meat over her face. And then he came, shooting his seed over her face even as she opened her mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to catch it. And when he finally finished cuming, his sperm was dotting her cheeks, her nose, her forehead and her hair, even as her own body was exploding in orgasm.

When he'd recovered enough, Derek released Kara's hair and took a half step backwards. When she reached for her face to wipe off his cum he grabbed her wrist. "Leave it," he ordered. "It will serve as a reminder of your status. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," Kara replied meekly, adding the 'sir' as an automatic response to the young man's authority.

"Good."

Derek released her hair and eased around behind her, stepping up close to her kneeling backside. He bent over, allowing his head to hover over hers as he lowered his hands to her breasts. And when his hands slid over her beautiful, large orbs, a shudder shot through Kara's body.

"What size are they," Derek queried.

"36D," came the whispered response.

"They're very beautiful," he said, before adding softly, "very beautiful indeed."

"Thank you," she responded, strangely pleased that such a handsome young man would find any part of her beautiful.

For the next several moments Derek caressed her breasts softly, allowing Kara to slip into a relaxed, receptive mood. When he saw her eyes slide closed as a deep sigh escaped her lips, he smiled slyly. And then, after he'd allowed her another few seconds to sink deeper into the pleasure he was providing, he withdrew his hands abruptly, his left hand sliding to the base of her neck, holding her steady while his right hand sent a slap across her right tit, a slap that delivered more noise and surprise than actual pain. But in her present state of relaxed arousal it was more than enough to startle her.

"Ow!" Kara screamed out, her body instantly tensing as her hands automatically reached to cover up. But Derek was too fast, delivering a second blow to the breast before her hands could offer them sanctuary.

"Lower the hands," Derek ordered firmly.

"But," Kara started to protest before catching herself. When she tilted her head back to see Derek's face, she saw a stern face, yet somehow not a mean one. Still, it was a nervous breath that escaped her mouth as she lowered her hands to her sides. "Yes, sir."

With a small nod of his head, Derek removed his left hand from Kara's shoulder and lowered it to her breasts. And for the next several minutes he proceeded to have his way with her beautiful orbs, alternately slapping them, squeezing them, pinching them and mashing them into her chest, all while he listened to the helpless moans emanating from her voice while she fingered herself to another orgasm.

"On your hands and knees, doggy style," Derek ordered once the bliss from Kara's orgasm started to fade. He watched as she moved to comply with his command, pleased with the speed in which she'd reacted. Once she was in position, he retrieved his riding crop and rested it gently against her right buttock.

"Turn this way," he ordered, giving a little swat to her behind to indicate the proper direction. It wasn't until she was facing directly towards Amy -- who was still bent over the back of the sofa with her legs spread and her ass and pussy on clear display -- that he stopped her.

"That's enough," he ordered, giving her ass another little slap to encourage her. "Now, crawl,"

Kara could see Amy's naked ass bent over before her as clearly as Derek could, and her uneasiness grew with each forward movement she made as it became more and more apparent what the young man had planned. Finally, when she pulled within twelve inches of her friend, she stopped.

"I didn't say you could stop," Derek barked, slapping her on the behind with the crop. "Now crawl!"

But Kara held her position. "Please, she's my friend, and I've never . . . I mean I don't think . . ."

But Derek cut her off, slapping her firmly on the right buttock. "I don't care who you think she is, the fact of the matter is she's nothing but a horny little slut-toy, just like you. Now MOVE!" And as several more welts struck home Kara jerked forward until, suddenly, her face slid between Amy's thighs, a few short inches below her flowing pussy.

"That's better," Derek said as he set the riding crop aside before dropping to his knees at her right side. He grabbed a handful of hair and turned her head upward until her face was nearly touching Amy's pussy.

"You've never eaten pussy before, have you?"

"No, sir," she responded, her heart nearly pounding in her chest as the unmistakable smell of an aroused woman drifted through her nose.

"Answer this," he said. "Do you think it's right that you to spied on your friend while she was having sex?"

"No, sir."

"Tell me, do you think it's right that, while in the middle of her passion, she has to stop and wait while I attended to you?"

"No, sir,"

"Well, neither do I." He paused for a moment, allowing Kara's nervousness to grow. "And do you know how you're going to make amends for your selfish self-indulgence?"

"No, sir," she whispered, the coarseness of her voice betraying her nervousness.

He paused again, leaning closer to her ear so he could whisper menacingly into it while a nervous shiver shot through her body. "By licking her pussy until she cums."

And with that he eased her face forward, slowly inching her closer and closer until her face was actually pressing up against her friend's sex, even as her friend was pushing herself back against her mouth.

A feeling somewhere between stark raving terror and pure unadulterated lust shot through Kara's body as she felt the horny wetness of another woman pressing against her face. The part of Kara that was terrified wanted to leap to her feet, go racing from the room and escape the madness that had overcome her. The problem was, the other part of her was so wrapped up in this sordid display of sexual deviance that she was ready for anything -- even another woman's pussy. After all, she'd come this far, hadn't she?

And she continued to kneel there, languishing in indecision, doing nothing other than holding her position while her lust-fueled nervousness continued to grow. It wasn't until she felt Derek's hand slide over her ass and into her pussy, stroking in and out of her dripping box, that she finally gave in to her lust, sliding her tongue into Amy's pussy with a hunger she would never have believed possible.

She lapped at her friend's pussy eagerly, only vaguely aware of the garred moans coming from Amy's gagged mouth. And she felt her own lust rising as Derek continued to attack her pussy with one hand, even while his other hand continued pressing her against Amy's cunt. Her tunnel vision was so complete now that she didn't even feel Derek release her head and withdraw his fingers. But she did feel him ram his engorged meat deep into her pussy.

She arched her back and screamed out as the orgasm shot instantly through her body, only to have Derek once again grab her by the hair and push her back into Amy's pussy. And as the young man pounded his meat into her without letup, she renewed her assault on Amy until she felt her pussy beginning to tremble around her tongue. And then, for the first time in her life, she tasted a woman's cum. And as the juices of Amy's orgasm were filling her mouth, her own body exploded in another orgasm, even as Derek was spurting his seed into her pussy.

And then it was over.

For several moments nobody spoke and nobody moved, each trying to gather themselves as best they could. It was Derek who finally broke the silence, leaning forward as if to speak to Kara, yet using a voice both women could clearly hear.

"This is what happens next," he said. "I'm going to stand up and get dressed, while you two stay exactly where you are. Clear?"

Kara nodded her head instinctively, the thought of disagreeing with Derek never even entering her mind.

"Good," he said. And then he withdrew his now limp manhood from Kara's pussy and rose to his feet.

It took the young man two minutes to pull on his underwear, pants, tee-shirt and shoes, and another minute to gather up all his toys. When he was ready he stepped over to the two middle-aged women.

"Now, after you hear the front door close you may get up. Miss Johnmister, I'll expect you to release Mrs. Marshall from her constraints before you leave, clear?"

The muffled groan from Amy's mouth and the soft "yes" from Kara's signaled that they understood their final instructions. And with that, Derek nodded his head, turned and started for the door.

The sound of the front door came and Kara shot instantly to her feet. She ignored her friend, instead scurrying around the room to gather her clothes. Finally, when she was fully dressed and Amy's grunts of protest became to loud to ignore, she stepped over to her still bent over friend.

"I'm sorry, Amy," she whispered, a few tears slipping from her eyes. "I'm so sorry."

And then she released her friend's hands from the wrist restraints, turned and raced for the front door, barely slowing down to slip into her shoes and open the door before racing for her car.

Kara Johnmister was so distraught over what had just happened between herself, Amy Marshall and Derek Strong that she had no recollection at all of traversing the two blocks that separated her house from Amy's, nor did she remember running the stop sign and nearly hitting a pedestrian. Once home, she pulled her car into the garage, immediately shut the door and hurried into the house, making sure all the lights were off and the doors locked. Then she went to the cuckold water cabinet, poured herself a stiff take and sat in the family room in total darkness, praying that Amy wouldn't come over that evening.

It wasn't that Kara didn't like Amy, or even that she was angry with her. In fact, the permister Kara was angry with was herself. How could she have let that happen? After all, Amy was one of her closest friends, and had been since Kara had moved into the neighborhood seven years ago fresh off a failed marriage. Amy was the one who'd stopped by that first day and spent hours helping her, a perfect stranger, unpack and get situated in her new digs. And then she'd insisted on her coming over for dinner and meeting her husband, Brad, refusing to take no for an answer.

And how did she repay her friend's kindness? By spying on her as she was having a torrid sexual encounter with a neighborhood boy half her age and then allowing the young man to bring her into the scene and fuck her while she ate Amy's pussy like a mad woman. How could she have let that happen? And how could she ever face her friend again?

* * *

When the doorbell rang at 12:30 the next afternoon, Kara had no doubt who it was. She so wanted to sit there and pretend not to be home. But that, she knew, would only put off the inevitable, and the longer it was put off, the harder it would be to face. So reluctantly, she rose to her feet and moved to the front door.

She pulled the door open slowly, half hiding behind it. "Hi, Amy," she said nervously.

"Hi," her friend answered. And then, after several awkward, silent seconds, she smiled. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"I'm sorry," Kara stammered, stepping back and pulling the door open. "Please, come in."

Once her friend was in the foyer Kara eased the door closed and turned around. "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"I'd rather have a glass of wine," came the response.

"Now?" Kara responded instinctively. "It's only 12:30."

Amy stepped towards Kara, reaching out to stroke her arm. "I think a glass of wine might make this a little easier, don't you?"

Kara stepped back nervously, nodding her head. "Of course. Is Chardonnay okay?"

"Perfect," Amy replied.

Kara led her friend into her large country kitchen and pulled two glasses and a bottle of wine from the cupboard. A moment later she was placing the filled glasses on the table and sliding into the chair across from Amy.

"Amy, I'm so sorry . . ." Kara started to blurt out, before Amy cut her off, reaching across the table and grabbing her arm.

"No," she said in a soft, but somehow strong voice. "You've nothing to be sorry for. You had no way of knowing our vacation was cut short. I should have called you the moment Brad's office called him in to work." She paused, then released her arm and picked up the wine glass.

"To friends," she toasted.

A few seconds passed before Kara took a deep breath and raised her glass.

"To friends," she echoed, if somewhat weakly.

The women each took a sip from their glasses and set them down. And then Amy spoke.

"I owe you an explanation," she said.

"No," Kara responded, shaking her head.

"Yes," Amy insisted. "And we're going to sit here until you hear it. Okay?"

"Okay," Kara responded with a reluctant sigh.

"It started about a month ago. I was having an affair with Warren, someone I met at the gym. As usual, Brad was out of town for the week on business. And also as usual, I couldn't wait to let Warren get into my pants." She paused here, noticing the increasingly pale face of her friend.

"Come now, Kara. You not telling me you're surprised by that, are you?"

"No," she answered honestly. "I've always wondered if you didn't have something going on the side. I'm just surprised to hear you talking about it so cavalierly."

Amy hesitated, as if pondering what to say next. Finally she gave an almost imperceptible nod of her head and continued. "Okay, truth time. First of all, Brad's gay. Oh, he plays at being straight, even performs his husbandly duties every couple of months, but that doesn't change the facts that, primarily, he's gay. It's something we've never, ever talked about, but I have no doubt that he knows I know.

"As for my part, I started fooling around behind his back a bit after I found out his secret. And again, although we've never talked about it, there's no doubt in my mind that Brad knows about most, if not all, of my indiscretions."

Kara looked stunned. "But you seem so happy together. Is it all just a ruse?"

"No," Amy replied emphatically. "I love my husband very much. He's the most loving, caring and supporting man I've ever known, and I've no doubt that he has similar feelings about me. I guess the bottom line is that neither one us is about to let the fact that we both love being with other men screw up an otherwise perfectly good marriage."

She reached across the table and put her hand on Kara's. "Make sense?"

"Maybe," Kara manage to reply, a small smile curling at the corner of her mouth. "In a strange kind of way."

Amy withdrew her hand and shrugged her shoulders. "I never said we were normal." Then she took another small sip from her wine and started back in on the story.

"Anyway, I was feeling particularly slutty that afternoon and wanted to make certain Warren got the message. I wore a black, lacy bra that was more than a bit visible through the sheer black button up blouse I'd picked out. The blouse was cropped straight at the waist and just barely reached the top of my grey and black pleated skirt. The skirt fell to just below mid-thigh and barely covered the tops of my black thigh high nylons. And just to make sure Warren didn't misunderstand, I topped it all off with my black high-heels. I tell you, Kara, if you didn't know better, you'd have sworn I was one of those hookers down on Bridge Street.

"Anyway, when I was finally satisfied that I was making the proper impression, I grabbed my purse and stepped into the garage, pressing the button to raise the door before getting into the car. But before I was able to start the car, the passenger door opened and Derek slid in, throwing a small backpack on the floor beneath his feet."

Amy paused then, taking another sip of wine as she relived the moment in her head. "I mean to tell you, Kara, when that car door open I nearly lost it, and I didn't hesitate to give our young neighbor a piece of my mind.

"'Jesus, Derek,' I said, 'what the hell do you think you're doing? You nearly scared me to death!'

"He apologized, saying he hadn't intended to scare me, it was just that he needed to talk to me and saw me getting into the car as he was coming up the driveway. Without really thinking, he'd hurried up the driveway and jumped in the car.

"Well, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. 'Okay,' I said. 'So what's so important that you had to scare me half to death?'

"He looked around quickly, as if he expected to find someone spying on us. 'I know this seems strange, Mrs. Marshall,' he said. 'But it's really important. Would you mind terribly if we went someplace else to talk about it? I promise I won't keep you long.'

"I tell you, Kara, at this point I didn't know what to think. I mean I've known Derek for several years, but only as one of the neighborhood kids who once in a while would help me with a chore or two when Brad was away. And now, here he was, uninvited in my car with some crisis he needed to talk to me about. I guess I was too unnerved by it all to think clearly, so I said okay.

"'We can go to Murphy's,' he said."

"Murphy's?" Kara questioned.

"It's a grill and bar on a side street off Highland Avenue about three miles east of the mall. Anyway, I nodded my head and said sure.

"It didn't take long to get there. Derek directed me to the overflow parking lot, which is in the back and away from both the main lot and the restaurant itself. He then instructed me to park in a secluded spot that was mostly hidden behind a brick enclosure that housed the dumpster. I know I should have been suspicious at this point, Kara, but in my defense, I was still pretty unnerved by the whole situation and I definitely wasn't thinking straight.

"We got out of the car and he led me to the front of the restaurant. The waitress showed us to a table near the window, but Derek asked if there was any way we could have the large, horseshoe shaped booth in the back corner.

"'Well,' the waitress responded, 'we normally don't give that out unless there's five or six people in your party, but since we're a bit slow right now, why not?'

"When we reached the booth Derek stepped aside and allowed me to slide in first. But instead of moving around the table and sliding in on the other side, he slid in right behind me. Then, as I was sliding further around the table, Derek looked at the waitress and, without consulting me, ordered a Coke for himself and a chardonnay for me.

"The waitress smiled and left. Then, before I could say a word, Derek reached into his backpack and pulled something out, tossing it on the table in front of me."

At that point Amy paused, reached for her wine glass and drained it. "May I have another glass?" she asked.

"Of course," Kara said, suddenly very into the story and slightly bothered by the interruption. When she returned, she set the glass down in front of Amy and slid into her chair. "Well, what was it?" she asked impatiently.

"What it was," Amy said after taking a sip of wine, "was a picture of me, completely naked, with Warren's cock buried in my pussy."

"Oh my God!" Kara gasped. "How did he get that?"

"He took it through my bedroom window, which I'd inadvertently forgotten to draw the curtain across, but that's not really the point. The point is he had it, and many more like it, according to him."

Amy paused again, twirling the wine glass absent-mindedly in her hand before taking a deep breath and raising her eyes to meet Kara's.

"It was instantly obvious that he hadn't brought me there to politely discuss my sinful ways; he'd brought me there to blackmail me. The only real question was what did he want; money or sex. Well, Kara, knowing what you now know about my relationship with my husband, you can see the interesting situation I was presented with. I mean, since I'm positive my husband knows of my affairs, there's really nothing to hide. But at the same time, did I really want to risk upsetting the apple cart?"

"So what did you do?" Kara interrupted impatiently.

"What I did," Amy answered, "was pick up the picture and, while pretending to examine it, tried to compose myself. Finally, after what seemed like hours but was really only a handful of seconds, I held out the picture to him.

"'Okay,' I said. 'I cheat on my husband. What of it?'

"Derek didn't respond at first, instead slipping the picture back into his back pack. Then, just as he was about to speak, the waitress appeared with our takes.

"'Are you two ready to order?' she asked.

"'If you don't mind,' Derek responded, 'there's a few things we need to discuss first. If you could give us about fifteen minutes, I'd really appreciate it.'

"'No problem, Honey,' she told him. 'Just shout if you need anything.' And with that she turned and headed back to the kitchen. As soon as she was out of ear-shot, Derek turned back to me.

"'I have to admit, Mrs. Marshall, you put up a good front. But the question is, is it just a front, or are you really prepared for me to give the pictures to your husband?'"

And again, Amy reached for her wine glass and took a sip.

"That's when I realized two things, Kara," she continued. "First, my panties were soaking wet, and second, I was more excited than I'd been in a very long time."

"What?" Kara gasped. "You mean . . ."

"That's exactly what I mean," Amy said, pausing again as she searched for the right words to convey her emotions of the moment. Then she leaned forward, placed both arms on the table and looked into her friends eyes.

"Kara, I've been with a lot of men, and a few women to boot. And I've been in just about every sexual situation you could imagine, or at least I thought I had. But I'd never been blackmailed before, and quite frankly, the thought of being powerd to do things against my will really had my juices flowing.

"But still," she said, pausing slightly, "it was blackmail we were talking about and I was more than a bit nervous at the prospect. So I tried to think of how to string him along while I had time to sort things out.

"'So, what's the price of your silence?' I asked.

"His reply was simple and quick. 'You.'

"Kara, I tell you, I can still remember the shiver of excitement that shot up my spine at that one little word. I remember thinking that if only he was twenty years older, or at least a bit closer to my age, maybe something truly special could come of this evening. You see, even then I didn't really understand just how much power this 19 year-old boy held over me. I guess I figured I'd be able to play along on my terms and, somehow, walk away if things got tough."

"So," Kara interjected impatiently, "what happened next?"

"I looked him in the eye and said, with as much bravado as I could muster, 'I don't understand.'

"He smiled and replied. 'In a nutshell, Mrs. Marshall, I want what most 19 year-old guys only fantasize about; a slut-toy. And in my case, that means you. Put another way, I want your body and I want your soul. And if I don't get them, I'll take my pictures to your husband.' Then he paused, watching as my jaw fell open. 'Now do you understand, Mrs. Marshall?'

"Kara, it was at that precise moment that I realized just how much I'd misjudged Derek. I wasn't going to be able to dissuade him; I was either going to agree to his terms and become his slut-toy, or he was going to take the pictures to Brad. That's also when I realized another thing -- I really didn't give a crap if he gave the pictures to Brad or not, just as long as he didn't let me off the hook.

"Things got a little fuzzy then, but I remember the shiver that ran down my spine as I nodded my head in acknowledgement. And I remember the look in his eyes when he shook his head and said, 'What was that, Mrs. Marshall? I didn't hear you.'

"And while a small part of me was trying to figure out how events had gotten out of hand so quickly, the rest of me was responding obediently, 'Yes, I understand.'

"'Very good,' he said. And before I even had enough time to gather myself, he started right in. 'We'll start with some obedience training. You're panties, Mrs. Marshall.'"

At this point a loud gasp escaped Kara's throat, but she stifled it quickly, not wanting to interrupt the story.

"I was still somewhat stunned, so it took me a moment to comprehend what he'd said," Amy continued, "and another moment to respond. 'My panties?'

"'Yes, your panties,' he replied. 'Take them off.'

"'Here? Now? You can't possibly be serious,' I countered. That's when he reached over, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me against him.

"'Oh, but I'm very serious, Mrs. Marshall. Now take off your panties!'

"I gasped, 'Owe! You're hurting me.'

"'I'll do more than hurt you if I have to tell you again,' he said, the impatience in his voice becoming obvious. 'Now take off your panties.'"

Amy paused, searching her friend's eyes for some sign of understanding.

"You didn't," Kara questioned, a shocked expression on her face. And when Amy nodded her head -- yes -- Kara gasped. "Right there? In the middle of the restaurant?"

"Kara, I'll tell you truthfully, I was so hot right then that I was beyond caring. If he had told me to rip off my clothes and lie down on the table so he could fuck my brains out, I just might have done it. Besides, the lighting in there was quite subdued and we were in the back corner of the restaurant. It was unlikely anyone even knew we were back there. Even so, my hands were shaking like they've never shaken before as I lifted my ass off the seat, reached under my skirt and slid my panties off."

There was another hesitation while both women took a sip of wine. "Then," Amy continued, "when I went to put the panties in my purse, he stopped me.

"'I'll take those,' he said. I hesitated briefly, but ultimately placed them in his out-stretched hand.

"I'll never forget what happened next. He took the panties and rubbed them slowly between his fingers, before holding them up to his nose.

"'Feels and smells like horny pussy to me,' he said. And then he reached out, lightly grabbed another handful of hair and turned my head slightly to the side. 'Tell me, Mrs. Marshall,' he asked, 'are you getting excited?'

"I didn't answer him, Kara; I couldn't. It was all too much and happening way to fast. So I sat there staring at him. But he wouldn't accept my silence, instead pulling me towards him until my body was pressing up against his.

"'I asked you a question, Mrs. Marshall. Are you getting excited?' he repeated.

"This time, I nodded my head. 'Yes,' I gasped, and with no direct contact whatsoever, a small orgasm shook my pussy."

There was a small pause before Amy continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "Kara, I swear to God I came without even being touched. That's never happened to me before. Ever."

This time it was Kara who reached across the table to take her friend's hand. "What happened next?"

"By now he knew he had me; that as long as he kept up the attack there was nothing I could or would do to stop him. So he released his grip on my hair, slid my panties into his backpack and proceeded to press his advantage.

"'Now, Mrs. Marshall, I want you to put your hands between your legs, and I want one hand to stroke your clit while the other hand fucks your pussy.'

"I opened my mouth to protest, but no words came out. And as I sat there with me jaw hanging open, he leaned closer. 'Now, Mrs. Marshall,' he said in a voice so soft I could barely hear it. And almost like they had a mind of their own, my hands slid under my skirt.

"I leaned back against the seat, inadvertently sliding down an inch or so as I squirmed under his scrutinizing gaze, one hand dancing over my clit while the other dove into my pussy. And despite the fact that I'd just orgasmed, the tingling feeling in my loins was undeniable as I surrendered to my growing lust.

"He let me play with myself for several moments, watching as my squirming and moaning grew, before finally reaching out and grabbing my arm.

"'That's enough,' he said.

"'What?' I responded, stopping only briefly before putting my hands back to work.

"'I said that's enough,' he repeated, releasing my arm in favor of another handful of hair.

"I stopped then, but left my hands where they were, buried under my skirt as I stared at him through lust-crazed eyes. When he was satisfied that I'd stopped he released my hair and turned for his backpack, withdrawing a small, remote control vibrating egg.

""Open your mouth,' he ordered. This time, I obeyed without hesitation, opening my my mouth wide as he slid the egg in.

"'Suck on it,' he ordered. 'I want it nice and wet so it will slip inside your pussy real easy.' The sigh that escaped my throat was unmistakable as I sat there, obediently sucking on the egg while he slid it in and out of my mouth a dozen or so times.

"'Okay,' he said as he pulled the egg from my mouth. 'Lift up your skirt.'

"I shuddered as his words registered in my brain, yet I immediately moved to obey him, my hands shaking as they lifted my skirt. Then he continued, but not before pausing to take a good look at my pussy.

"'Now, lift your ass off the seat and spread your lips wide for me.' Kara, it was like I was watching a different woman doing these things, obeying him now without hesitation. But it wasn't a different woman that lifted her ass off the seat and spread her lips wide for him, it was me. And it was me that gasped as he slid the devise into my soaking pussy.

"'You may sit down now,' he said, withdrawing his hands and turning towards his backpack. 'But keep your skirt up.'

"He turned back to me a moment later, only now he held the remote control in his hand. He said nothing as he lowered his other hand to my pussy. And when he began gently stroking my clit my eyes closed automatically and I leaned my head back, biting my lower lip as I lost myself in the tender pleasure he was providing. That's when he turned the vibrator on full speed.

"I gasped, my body instantly going rigid as the pleasure shot through my loins. But after only a few seconds he turned the egg off and withdrew his hand.

"'Look at me,' he ordered. With some effort I refocused my attention and turned towards him.

"'This is what's going to happen next,' he said. 'You're going to stand up and walk to the restroom. Once inside, you're going to enter a stall and remove your blouse and bra. Then, after putting the bra in your purse, you're going to put your blouse back on. Then you're going to return here and give me the bra. Understand?'"

Amy paused and took a deep breath before continuing.

"I told you I was wearing a sheer blouse, Kara, sheer enough to see my bra through and certainly sheer enough to see my breasts if I removed the bra. But I never even thought about questioning him. Instead, I just nodded my head and answered. 'Yes, sir. I understand.'

"With that, Derek slid out of the booth and extended his hand to help me up. I slid to the edge of the seat and reached for his hand. As soon as my hand came in contact with his he switched the egg on low. With some effort, I managed to rise to me feet and look him briefly in the eyes. Then I turned towards the restroom and began moving gingerly across the restaurant floor with the egg still vibrating in my pussy. When I finally reached the restroom I pushed the door open and slid inside. Thankfully, the egg went still as the door slid shut behind me."

Amy paused long enough to take a deep breath, then continued.

"I immediately collapsed against the wall, closed my eyes and took a long, deep breath to collect my wits."

"I should say so," Kara interjected, "after what you'd just been through."

"Don't get me wrong, Kara. By that point I was committed. I wanted to go through with whatever Derek had in mind more than I can ever remember wanting anything, and nothing -- and I do mean nothing -- was going to stand in my way.

"Anyway, I gathered myself quickly and headed for the nearest stall. I wasted no time at all removing my blouse. My bra followed a second or two later. I folded the bra as best I could and crammed it into my purse, then slipped the blouse back on and buttoned it up. All told, I don't think I was in that stall for much more than a minute before I slipped back out and headed for the mirror.

"I tell you, even though I was committed to going through with this, I admit I was taken aback by just how visible my breasts were through the blouse. Even in the subdued lighting of the restaurant, anybody who looked my way would get an eyeful. But when it came right down to it, it really didn't matter, nothing was going to keep me from obeying Derek's command.

"At that point the door opened and a woman entered. I grabbed my purse quickly and turned towards the door, making sure my back was towards her as I slid by and exited room.

"I tell you, Kara, you can't possibly imagine what it was like walking across that restaurant. I mean I was absolutely certain that everyone in the place was staring at my erect nipples as I made my way back to the booth.

"Derek saw me coming and rose to his feet, positioning himself so he'd be between me and the main part of the restaurant as I slid into the booth. But when I eased past him to take my seat he grabbed my arm and turned me towards him. Then he reached out with each hand and took hold of my nipples, pinching them through the blouse.

"'Nice and erect, I see,' he said with an approving smile. 'Just how I like them.'

"'Thank you,' I murmured lamely as my face turned eighteen shades of red. He released me then and allowed me to slide into the booth, with him following close behind.

"Just as we were settling in, our waitress approached.

"'You ready to order yet?' she asked, looking first at Derek, then turning her eyes towards me and flinching briefly as she took in the state of my dress. A long moment followed during which she looked me over carefully, with each passing second leaving me feeling more and more like some cheap tramp. Finally, she pulled her eyes off of me and turned back to Derek.

"'Our special today is a Turkey club with fries,' she said without batting an eyelash. 'You can substitute onion rings for an extra dollar.'

"Then, with the waitress watching his every move, Derek moved his hand to my thigh and slid it up my leg, not stopping until it was touching the bare skin above my nylons. 'That's perfect,' he smiled. 'We'll have two of those. And a couple more takes, too.'

"It took a few seconds for our server to draw her eyes away from Derek's hand and back to his face. 'It'll be right up,' she said, giving him a knowing smile.

"Derek smiled back at her. 'Not too quickly, I hope.'

"As soon as the waitress left Derek turned back towards me, the remote control somehow already in his free hand. Without a word he removed his right hand from my thigh and took the remote from the left, then he turned slightly to the side, lowered his newly freed left hand to my leg and slid it up until it reached my pussy. Then he leaned in enough for me to feel his breath on my ear as he began lightly stroking my clit.

"I turned towards him and tried to look into his eyes, but found myself unable to keep my own eyes open as a soft moan slipped through my lips. That's when he turned on the egg again, low speed.

"I jumped slightly, opening my eyes instinctively and sliding my hand to his thigh while he kept up the pace with his fingers, flicking my clit gently and rubbing it softly. Then I eased my eyes closed again and allowed the pleasure to envelop me.

"I began squirming uneasily in my seat as young Derek kept up his assault, bringing me further and further under his spell. Then, as I edged ever nearer the point of no return, he suddenly switched the egg to high speed, dropped the remote onto the seat between us, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me hard against him, even as my body exploded in orgasm.

"But he wasn't finished.

"Releasing my hair, he slid his arm around my back and grabbed hold of my breast, squeezing it through my blouse as the egg continued to rock my pussy as another orgasm struck home. I hadn't even realized his other hand had left my clit until the egg suddenly went still. He then released my breast, withdrew his hand and slid away from me.

"'Get a hold of yourself,' he said quietly. 'Here comes dinner.'

"Well, Kara, I didn't get a hold of myself. In fact, I don't think I even moved from my slouched over position while the waitress placed our food on the table. I heard her and Derek exchange a few words before she left, but I had no idea what they said. I didn't really get my act together for another minute or so, by which time Derek was nearly half-way through his sandwich.

"Once I finally got my head straight I sat up, neatened myself up and proceeded to eat my meal in silence."

Amy paused, reached for her glass and downed the remainder of her wine, while Kara followed suit.

"More?" Kara asked.

"No, thank you," replied Amy.

"If you don't mind my asking," Kara interjected, "why are you telling me this?"

"Because you're my friend, Kara. I could tell how turned on you were yesterday, just as I could tell how disgusted and ashamed of yourself you were by the way you went rushing from the house. I want you to understand that you're not alone, that you've done nothing to be ashamed of, and that it's okay to let lust run away with your mind once in a while; in fact it's even healthy."

Kara pondered Amy's words for a moment, then responded. "I really appreciate your concern, Amy, and I promise I'll give it some thought."

"You sound like the story's over," Amy countered.

"Isn't it?"

"Oh no, girl. We're just getting started."

"But you've made your point already."

"Are you saying you find my story boring?" Amy queried in a teasing voice.

"No," Kara replied. "It's just that . . ."

"It's just nothing," Amy interjected. "Now shut up and listen." She paused then, eying Kara to see if she'd object. When she didn't, she continued the story.

"As soon as I finished my food Derek pulled a small plastic case from his backpack and set it on the table in front of me.

"'Take out the egg and put it in there,' he ordered. I obeyed without comment, pulling up my skirt, slipping the egg gingerly from my pussy, placing it in the case and closing the lid. Then, while I was straightening my skirt, Derek took the case and put it in his backpack.

"'I'm sure we'll be needing this again,' he said with a wry, smile.

"It was at that point that the waitress returned. 'Can I get you two anything else,' she asked, looking briefly at me before turning her attention to Derek.

"'No, we're fine,' he replied. 'Just the check, please.'

"The waitress smiled at Derek, shaking her head slowly. 'This one's on me, honey,' she said, giving Derek a small wink. And then, as she was sliding a small card onto the table in front of him, she added, 'here's my number, in case you're ever lonely.' And with that she turned and walked away.

"Derek watched her walk away for a second before turning back to me and holding out his right hand. 'I'll take the car keys, Mrs. Marshall. And don't forget to leave our waitress a good tip. I kinda liked her.'

"'Yes, sir,' I replied meekly. And then I thought of something. 'Sir, what about Warren?'

"Derek sniggered slightly. 'Nice of you to think about him. After all, he was your date tonight.'

"I found myself blushing sorry at his dig, but he ignored my brief discomfort and moved on quickly.

"'I don't think you'll be hearing him anymore. Something about an anonymous e-mail; or so I've been told.' And that was all I ever got out of him on the subject.

"We got up to leave then, with me staying as close behind him as I could, not even daring to breath until we were safely out the front door.

"It was nearly dark by the time we finally made it outside. Derek took my hand and led me back to the car -- which as I said earlier was in the overflow parking lot behind the dumpster enclosure -- and led me to the passenger door. But when we got to the car, instead of opening the door for me, he spun me around and pressed my back against the car. Then he reached out and began unbuttoning my blouse."

"Right there?" Kara gasped. "In the parking lot?"

Amy nodded her head. "Yeah, right there. I admit, my first reaction was panic. I reached up, put my hands on his and was about to tell him to stop when I saw the look in his eyes, a look that said in no uncertain terms to either release his hands or face the consequences. I tell you, Kara, I was more than a bit panicked at the prospect of being exposed in a public parking lot, but I was also very much aroused by the events of the previous half-hour. I guess you already figured that it was the lust part that won out, as I drew my eyes away from his and quickly surveyed what little of the parking lot I could see. Not a sole or a car could be seen from where we stood, so I took a deep breath, dropped my hands to my sides and watched as he began unbuttoning the buttons, his hands moving slowly down my chest, one button at a time until they all were freed. Then he slid his hands onto my breasts and began caressing and squeezing my excited orbs.

"He continued massaging me for the better part of a minute, the grin on his face growing as he watched me slither against the side of the car as he worked my breasts. Finally, he spoke.

"'See how easy it is when you don't fight the inevitable, Mrs. Marshall?'

"I looked into his eyes, but before I could answer, he slid his hands to the top of my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. 'But now it's my turn.'"

"Did he . . ." Kara started to ask before stopping in mid-sentence, unable to bring herself to finish the question as memories of her own encounter with Derek flooded her mind.

"Yes, he did," Amy responded, knowing the question even though her friend had been unable to put it into words. And then she continued, describing in detail how the young man assaulted her mouth, just as he had Kara's.

"Once I was squatting before him he released me and moved his hands to his pants. He unhooked the belt, undid the button and lowered the zipper. Then he pushed the pants and underwear down to his knees, freeing a very excited and very hard cock.

"I let out a hungry sigh as my eyes feasted upon his manhood. But when I reached out to touch it, he pushed my hands away, instead grabbing a handful of my hair with his left hand while his right hand took hold of his cock. He held me firmly, my back pressed up against the side of the car. And then he stepped closer, bringing his engorged meat to my lips before moving his right hand to my head and slamming his meat into my mouth like it was his own permisteral pleasure device.

"Kara, I know a lot of women don't like sucking cock, but I love it. For me, there's no more powerful feeling than holding a man's cock or balls in you hands, or sliding your mouth up and down his meat while he squirms helplessly. But this was different. For the first time ever, I not only wasn't in control, I was totally helpless, my body pressed up against my car while this kid pummeled my mouth, slamming his meat into me over and over while all I could do was cling desperately to his hips.

"When he came, he spewed more seed into my mouth than I could swallow, the excess slipping out the sides of my mouth and dribbling onto my chest, even as he continued pumping my mouth. When he finally finished, he eased himself from my mouth and backed away. As he pulled his pants upward and fastened his belt, I felt myself slip down the side of the car, my ass landing on the pavement with my legs spread wide, my skirt hiked up to my waist and my blouse hanging open.

"He stood over me for several seconds -- admiring his handiwork, I suppose -- before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a handkerchief. He leaned over, wiped the cum from my face and chest, and backed away.

"'Get in the car,' he said softly. 'We're leaving.'

"While he walked around the car, I struggled to my feet and slid into the car, and to be perfectly honest with you, that's the last thing I remember until he turned into my driveway."

Kara closed her eyes, took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she drifted back to her own encounter with Derek and the face fucking he'd given her. What struck her most was not how eerily similar her face fucking was to Amy's, but how each woman had surrendered to her own lust in a nearly identical manner, allowing the young man total dominion over them. She allowed a small smile to creep across her face as she took another deep breath and opened her eyes, only to find Amy staring intently at her.

"It was like that for you, wasn't it?" Amy asked.

Kara nodded her head weakly. "Yes," she whispered.

"I thought so," Amy commented, "but since I was blind-folded I couldn't tell for certain."

Another long pause followed before Amy finally spoke. "Maybe I will have another glass of wine."

"Yeah," Kara said as she rose to her feet. "Me, too."

A couple of minutes passed while Kara opened a new bottle of Chardonnay and filled their glasses. After she returned to the table the two women each took a sip. Then Amy continued her story.

"He pulled into the garage, turned off the car and pressed the button to close the garage door. Leaving the keys in the ignition, he turned towards me and gave me a look that clearly said 'don't move.' Then he turned around and exited the car, moving towards the kitchen door to turn on the overhead light switch. Finally, he moved to the front of the car, looked me in the eyes and nodded his head.

"I took a deep breath, trying unsuccessfully to quiet the pounding in my chest, before finally finding the strength to open the door and slip out of the car. When I reached my feet and turned to face him, I noticed my blouse was pulled open so my left breast uncovered, but I made no move to cover it as I moved around the front fender of the car and took my position in front of him.

"For a moment he just stood there, looking at me. Then he placed his finger under my chin and lifted it upwards. 'Tell me, Mrs. Marshall,' he said. 'Who am I?'

"I had no doubt at all what the correct response was; I knew it as well as he did. After all, wasn't I standing in front of him with my blouse unbuttoned and my left tit hanging out? And hadn't he face-fucked me in a public parking lot just a few minutes previous? And what about the multiple orgasms he'd brought me to in the middle of the restaurant? Oh no, there was no longer the slightest doubt in my mind as to just who this young man was.

"'You are my Master,' I replied simply.

"He nodded his head, the slightest trace of a smile at the corner of his lips. Then he eased his hands to my shoulders, slid the blouse off my shoulders and down my arms, kicking it aside when it reached the floor.

"Next, he took hold of my hips and pulled me closer, releasing me when I was nearly touching him. He slid his hands around my back and deftly released the button at the back of my skirt. Then he lowered the zipper and pushed the skirt over my hips and down to the floor.

"'And who are you?' he challenged.

"Again I had no doubt as to the answer; I was his slut-toy, and that's what I told him."

"'Very good,' he said. Then he lowered his eyes to the skirt that lay in a disheveled mess around my feet.

"'Kick it aside,' he said, watching with satisfaction as I obeyed without hesitation, stepping out of the garment and kicking it across the garage floor. And then he backed away a step and looked me over, taking his time as he examined my body, now naked but for my high-heel shoes and a pair of dirty and torn thigh-high nylons.

"'Sit down,' he said, nodding towards the hood of the car.

My heart jumped at his words, for I had no doubt where they were leading. I turned briefly towards the hood, repositioned my body appropriately and sat down.

"'Lay back,' he ordered, 'and spread your legs.'

"Again I quickly complied, spreading my legs wide enough to completely expose myself. He nodded his head. 'Very nice, Mrs. Marshall. Very nice, indeed.' And then he began removing his clothes, starting with the shirt, then kicking off his shoes and pulling off the socks, undoing his belt, releasing the snap on his pants and lowering the zipper. Finally he pushed his pants and underwear to the floor and stepped out of them.

"I tell you, Kara, I gasped out loud when he stood up before me in all his glory. I mean, this young man was easily the finest hunk of manhood I'd ever seen; but then you already know that, don't you?" Amy said teasingly. And when Kara blushed and turned away, Amy smiled, giggled just a bit and went on with her story.

"He moved towards me slowly, stopping when he reached the car directly between my legs. Then he took my right hand in his left, spread it out to the side and pinned it against the hood, before taking his cock in his right hand and guiding it towards my pussy. I jumped when he brushed his weapon across my puffy lips, then I moaned wantonly when he pulled it away. He repeated this tease several times, each time pushing me closer and closer to losing control until, finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"'Please don't tease me,' I moaned wantonly.

"But my pleading was met by a sly smile as he leaned closer and began tapping his meat lightly against my clit.

"'Oh, cuckolds brownie,' I gasped, my body jerking sorry in response to his mini attack. And then I looked into his eyes and began to beg.

"'Please, please fuck me now. I need it so baaaaaaadddddd!'

"With no further hesitation, he slammed his meat into me, released his cock and grabbed my left hand, pinning it against the hood so he was effectively holding me primisterer beneath him. But I didn't care. I reached up with my legs, wrapped them around his waist and pulled him in even deeper.

"He began pumping his cock in and out of my pussy, over and over, and with such power that I nearly fainted as my body quickly went into orgasmic shock.

"But he ignored my orgasm and kept right on going, pounding his meat into me as I continued to cry out. And he kept up the pressure until I finally felt his body go rigid, mere seconds before he began unloading his sperm inside me. And still I gripped his waist with my legs, pulling him into me with all my strength.

"When he finally stopped pumping I lowered my legs and collapsed onto the hood, panting heavily, trying to regain my sanity.

"It took several moments for the fog in my head to clear, and when it did, there was Derek, standing above me with a cuckolds brownie-eating grin on his face and a cock that was covered with my juices -- and just as hard as it ever was.

"I tell you, Kara, I don't ever remember being as sated as I was then. I mean after the restaurant, the parking lot, and now the garage -- not to mention more orgasms than I could count -- I truly didn't think I could take anymore. So I looked up at my conqueror and shook my head weakly.

"'No more,' I pleaded. But he just shook his head and kept on grinning.

"'Mrs. Marshall,' he said in a voice that was barely more than a whisper. 'At the present time, I own your mouth and I own your pussy. And in another few minutes I intend to own your ass. Now, you're going to stand up, turn around, lean over the hood and assume the position. Then I'm going to fuck your ass 'til you can't stand up.' He hesitated just a moment. 'Now, is there anything about that that you don't understand?'

"I shook my head weakly, both my pussy and ass tingling at his words in spite of my state. 'No,' I managed to whisper.

"We both held our positions then; him standing there, looking down on me like a conqueror looks down on his vanquished victim, and me still splayed out atop the hood, staring up at my Master in utter presentation. But the moment was short lived.

"'NOW!' he barked suddenly, startling me into motion.

"Kara, I wouldn't have believed I could move so fast. I mean one minute I was on my back, spread out atop the hood and the next I was in the proscribed position, bent over with my ass sticking out before him, knees shaking and heart pounding in my chest.

"He let me stay in that position for several moments, neither speaking nor making a move towards me. Finally, he reached out and brushed his hand lightly across my fanny.

"'I must say, Mrs. Marshall,' he said, lifting his other hand to caress my other butt-cheek. 'You are proving to be a most acceptable slut-toy. Most acceptable indeed.'

"I shivered at his words, surprisingly pleased at the compliment. Then I shivered some more when he slid his fingers between my butt-cheeks, over my asshole and onto my pussy.

"He allowed his hand to linger there only a moment before withdrawing it. The next thing I knew that same hand was holding my hip firmly while his other hand guided his cock to my nether hole.

"'Oh, my God,' I whispered as he pressed his meat against me, pressing just hard enough for the head to peek inside my dark tunnel before he withdrew it. Then, an instant later, it was back, only this time it pressed harder against my rear entrance, the head actually slipping inside me before stopping. And this time he didn't withdraw, instead holding his position just inside me as I clenched my teeth, the sweat overtaking my body inspite of the chill that was running down my spine. He started easing himself further into me, then withdrawing slightly, repeating the process again and again, with each new incursion sinking him deeper and deeper until suddenly he lunged forward, ramming his meat all the home as my body went rigid and a loud gasp escaped my lips. And then he bent over me, latched on to my breasts and began pounding his rock-hard boner into my ass.

"I know I screamed out -- in pleasure or pain, I'm not sure -- maybe both. I slid my hand underneath me, working my clit desperately as he went at me like an enraged natural. I came hard then, but still he came on, not letting up until I came yet again, this time with my legs giving out as I collapsed onto the hood of the car.

"He released my tits as I crumred onto the hood, took a firm hold on my hips and began spewing his seed into my dirty hole while I lay beneath him, totally spent and barely conscious.

"Finally, after the last of his sperm was finally spent, he leaned forward, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up from the hood.

"'Now you officially belong to me, Mrs. Marshall; mouth, cunt and asshole,' he said in soft yet possessive voice.

"And that's the last thing I remember until I woke up in the middle of the night, still spread face down across the hood, with Derek nowhere in sight."

Amy paused then and reached for her wine, holding up her hand when Kara started to speak.

"I'm almost done." She lifted the glass to her lips, took a sip, set the glass down and started again.

"I took a brief moment to clear my head, then pushed myself slowly to my feet. The first thing I did was look at the clock hanging in the middle of the back wall. I was surprised to see it reading 2:00 AM. I briefly tried to replay the evenings timeline in my head to determine how long I'd been out, but quickly lost interest. I'd been out several hours at least, and that was all the answer I was capable of dealing with at the moment.

"I looked around the garage and saw my skirt lying in a spot of grease on the other side of the garage and my blouse scrunched up against the base of the work bench. My shoes, which I didn't remember taking off, were lying just beside the driver's side front tire.

"But I ignored them all, turning instead for the door into the kitchen.

"I entered the house and, without turning on any lights, made my way directly to the front staircase, then up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom. I didn't turn on a light until I entered the master bathroom, and then I nearly fetishd when I saw the sight that greeted me in the mirror.

"I tell you, Kara, I looked like nothing you've ever seen. My hair was a tangled mess, laced with dirt and even a small leaf. My nylons were mostly holes and runs that had somehow managed to stay attached to my legs, while the rest of my body seemed to be various shades of dirt streaked with dried sweat.

"I stared at myself in stunned disbelief for a moment, eventually managing a light chuckle. Then I turned off the light and left the room, not even caring how I looked as I pulled the bedspread and blanket off the bed, collapsed on top of the sheet and fell instantly to relax."

The two women sat there, staring into each others eyes for several moments before Kara shook her head and turned away.

"I don't know what to say," she said.

Amy reached into her purse and pulled out a card, sliding it in front of Kara. "Don't say anything," Amy replied. "Just call him. He's in town for two more weeks, then he's off to college."

"Call him?" Kara gasped. "But I can't . . ."

"Darn it, Kara, listen to me. You've experienced something most women don't even have the nerve to fantasize about; something that rocked your world; something you may never get the opportunity to experience again." She paused then, leaning closer to her friend. "Call him, Kara, If you don't, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Kara stared at the card, then lifted her head to face her friend. "Does he still think the only reamister you're his slut-toy is because he's black-mailing you?"

Amy shook her head. "He's a lot of things, Kara, but he's not stupid. He figured that something wasn't right almost immediately. How did he put it? Oh, yeah. He said I was too far over the edge to be faking it."

Amy paused a moment, looking intently into her friend's eyes. "So, will you call him?

"I'll think about it," Kara replied, her voice cracking just a bit. "I promise." Amy reached across and squeezed her friend's hand. "Okay." Then she stood up, grabbed her purse and started for the front door, as Kara rose to her feet and followed.

When she reached the door, she hesitated, then turned slowly to face her friend. Then she took Kara's face between her hands, leaned forward and kissed her squarely on the lips.

"What was that?' Kara reacted, instinctively withdrawing a half step.

But Amy just smiled, giggling lightly. "What, you lick my pussy and I can't even give you a little kiss on the lips?"

And before the befuddled, red-faced Kara could respond, Amy was out the door and three steps down the walk.

It was a few minutes before 1:00 PM Wednesday and Amy Marshall was stepping up to her front door, having just finished her daily walk. She reached into her pocket, withdrew the front door key and slipped it into the lock. Then, just as she was turning the key to open the door, she heard the phone ring.

Hurrying inside, she kicked the door closed and moved quickly down the hall. When she reached the phone she saw the number on the caller ID display and stopped. It was Derek, the young neighbor boy she now called Master. And a quick shiver shot through her body, just like it always did when she thought of him.

"Yes, sir," she said as she brought the phone to her ear.

"Your husband is out of town, is he not?"

"Yes. He won't be back until Friday evening."

"Good," came the reply. "I'll pick you up at 7:30 tonight. I strongly advise you to be ready when I get there. Now, as far as clothing, you are to wear the grey and black pleated skirt you wore the first time I took you and the same high-heels. For a top, you're to wear a snug-fitting halter or tank-top. You will also wear a pair of sexy lace panties and thigh-high nylons, but no bra."

He paused briefly before finishing. "And one more thing, Mrs. Marshall. I want you good and wired this evening, so no masturbating.' And then the line went dead.

She hung up the phone knowing from the tone of his voice that he was up to something. And another shiver shot through her pussy as she looked at the clock and realized just how far away 7:30 was.

* * *

It turned out to be a long, frustrating day for Amy, a day largely spent trying not to think about Derek and all the deliciously degrading things he was going to do to her that evening. But the reality was that she did think of him and she did fantasize about what was in store for her. And every time she did, another spasm shot through her already aching pussy, which in turn triggered more fantasizes, which in turn . . .

Not wishing to risk Derek's anger, Amy headed to her bedroom to dress early, taking extra time to make sure everything was just right. At one point she stood before the mirror completely naked, staring at her body, imagining how he was going to use it. She even closed her eyes and let her hands drift up her stomach and onto her breasts before catching herself.

She was completely dressed and sitting by the living room picture window by 7:15, once again wondering what the young man had in store for her. Something humiliating and degrading for certain, and based on the outfit he chosen for her, something with an exhibitionist twist appeared a strong possibility. And the more she sat there wondering, the wilder and crazier her fantasies became, and the hotter and wetter her pussy grew.

It was 7:40 when Derek finally pulled into the driveway and gave the horn a single short honk, a honk which proved unnecessary as Amy was already halfway out the front door and hurrying towards the car.

"Good evening, sir," she said as she slid into the passenger seat

Derek didn't immediately answer. Instead, he reached between her legs like it was the most normal thing in the world for an 18 year-old boy to do to a 36 year-old married woman, and slid his hand up to her pussy. And when she jumped and gasped at his touch, he smiled.

"It seems you've been good," he said, noting how her pussy was warm and wet.

"Yes, sir," Amy answered meekly, squirming under his touch. But an instant later the hand was gone and the car was easing down the driveway.

* * *

It was not quite 7:55 when Derek pulled up in front of VanderVeen's, a high-end woman's boutique that featured, among other things, an extensive line of womens shoes. Since the store closed at 8:00, the parking lot was already deserted.

"This is your stop, Mrs. Marshall," Derek said as he put the car in park.

Amy looked at the store, then back at the young driver, "VanderVeen's?" she questioned. But the only answer she got was a simple nod of the head.

Then she noticed that he hadn't turned off the ignition. "Aren't you coming in?" Again, a simple shake of his head -- no -- was the only response she got.

"I don't understand," she said in a soft voice.

"Come now, Mrs. Marshall. You're an intelligent woman, I'm sure you can figure it out."

In truth, she had figured it out. Tonight, it seemed, she was meant for someone else. The only real question was for who?

Now I'm sure you understand, it wasn't that she was opposed to being someone else's slut-toy -- and knowing the type of man Derek was likely to provide, that's exactly what she'd be -- she just wasn't quite certain she was willing to surrender herself to some unnamed, unidentified permister. Lord knows she was no little Miss Innocent, but wasn't this going just a little too far?

She took a deep breath to settle her nerves, then tried examining the situation from a different perspective. This was Derek's doing. Derek, the young man she now called Master. And despite the fact that he'd initially set out to black-mail her, he'd since proven to be a fair, albeit stern, master. Further, that first day not withstanding, he'd done nothing to betray her trust. Did she really think he was going to start now?

She looked back towards the store, bit down on her lower lip and took a deep breath. 'In for a penny, in for a pound,' she thought. Then she nodded her head and, without another look towards Derek, opened the door and slid out.

She'd barely stepped away from the car when she heard Derek shift it into gear and pull away, yet she somehow managed to control her emotions enough to keep moving towards the store. Even so, once she actually reached the door, she came to a stop, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay," she muttered as her eyes fluttered open, "Here goes nothing."

She pulled the door open slowly and slipped inside. Before the door even had a chance to fully close behind her, the young girl behind the counter spotted her.

"I'm afraid we'll be closing in a minute," she said as she slipped out from behind the counter, clearly a bit put off by the heels and short skirt Amy was wearing, not to mention the erect nipples that were clearly outlined beneath her top.

Amy hesitated, not quite certain what to say. She couldn't just announce that she was there to be sexually dominated by someone, but she didn't know who. Besides, could she really be certain she wasn't there for the pleasure of the very girl that stood before her? After all, Derek really hadn't been very forthcoming with specifics

But she never finished the thought as a voice called out from behind her. "Is that you, Mrs. Marshall?"

Amy jerked around quickly, a little bit surprised and a whole lot relieved to see Stuart Chambers, the 19 year-old mister of Pamela Chambers -- a woman she'd met through Kara and had known for seven years -- standing there. But her relief at seeing a familiar face was short lived as reality began to sink in. 'Oh, my,' she said to herself. 'Not Stuart.'

Despite her surprise, she managed to gather herself quickly. "Stuart," she said, giving her best imitation of a smile. "I didn't know you worked here."

"It helps provide some spending money," he said, shrugging his shoulders slightly. And then a smile slid across his lips. "Plus, you get to meet some pretty hot older women. Know what I mean, Mrs. Marshall," he said with a slight wink.

Amy could feel herself blush. "I . . . ummm, wouldn't know," was the best answer she could come up with.

Thankfully, before she had to come up with anything else clever and engaging, Stuart turned his attention to the young lady who'd first approached her.

"Why don't you go on home, Susan. I'll stick around awhile and help Mrs. Marshall out."

Susan looked at Amy dubiously, then turned back to Stuart. "I don't mind staying," she replied, not at all sure it was a good idea to leave Stuart alone with this . . . woman.

But Stuart shook his head. "No, really. Mrs. Marshall's a family friend. And besides, there's no point in both of us staying late."

Susan shot Amy one more look, then turned back to Stuart. "Well, if you're sure."

"Absolutely. I'll lock the door behind you," he smiled, pulling the keys from his pocket.

"Okay. Just let me get my purse." Less than a minute later Derek was holding the door for Susan. Thirty seconds after that the door was closed and locked, with the shade drawn to cut off the outside world. Then Stuart turned his attention back to his customer.

"I must say, Mrs. Marshall, that sure is an interesting outfit," he started, taking a brief moment to look her over. "Special occasion?"

Amy felt herself blushing again, somehow both aroused and ashamed by his observation. "I guess you could say that," she managed, barely.

"I particularly like the shoes. Classy, yet a little bit slutty. Very nice," Stuart continued, glancing down at her high-heels before raising his eyes slowly to hers. "You know, we've got a pretty interesting selection of high-heels ourselves. Perhaps you'd like me to show you some?"

Amy hesitated just long enough to swallow the lump in her throat before responding. "Sure." And she could feel her stomach churning as a picture of her lying stark naked on a giant pile of high-heel shoes with Stuart standing over her flashed through her mind.

"Great. They're right over here," Stuart smiled. Then he turned slightly and eased his hand around her back and onto her buttocks.

Amy couldn't believe the shock waves that shot through her body as the young man's hand pressed against her ass and began easing her down a nearby aisle, nor could she believe the difficulty she was having putting one foot in front of the other without falling over. Still, she managed to keep herself upright and moving forward until he turned her down a side aisle near the back of the store.

"Okay, Mrs. Marshall," he said as he guided her to the end of the aisle and removed his hand from her ass. "Let's measure those feet of yours." And with that he dropped to his right knee and slid his left hand behind her left calf. "If you'll lift your foot a minute . . ."

Amy looked down at the young man below her as if in a dream. She was only vaguely aware of grabbing a nearby shelf for balance as she lifted her foot obediently and watched him slip off the shoe. She didn't even hear him tell her to lift the other foot, but he must have, because there she was, lifting it off the ground and holding it out for him.

"Okay," he said as he reached under a nearby chair and pulled out the foot measuring device. "Now let's see what size these little darlings are." And he proceeded to ease her foot into the device and make a couple of adjustments before proclaiming her 'a perfect seven.'

"Now, if you'll just have a seat right over there, Mrs. Marshall," he said, pointing to the padded bench that occupied the middle of the aisle, "I've got a couple pairs in the back that are just made for you." And with that he rose to his feet and started for the back of the store.

At first Amy stood there as if in a trance, watching him make his way to the stockroom entrance. When he finally disappeared through the door she managed to shake her head and take a deep, cleansing breath . Then she let go of the shelf she hadn't even realized she was still clutching and turned to make her way to the bench Stuart had indicated. Finally, she lowered herself onto the padded cushion that topped the bench and leaned forward to cradle her head in her hands.

"Oh, my God," she muttered. Then she lifted her head and turned to look into the mirror on the fall wall. "I hope you know what you're doing," she told her reflection. Yet even as she spoke those words, she realized it didn't matter. The simple fact was that she was so horny nothing -- absolutely nothing -- was going to keep her from giving herself to her friend's mister. And she shook her head once again before lowering it back to her hands.

A few more seconds passed before Stuart emerged from the stockroom with two shoe boxes in hand. "I really think you're going to like these," he said as he set them down on the bench next to her. Then he slid his stool in front of her, sat down and tapped the slanted foot rest that extended in front of the stool. "If you'll just put your foot up here, Mrs. Marshall."

As Stuart leaned forward and grabbed the top shoe box, Amy lifted her foot as instructed, only then noticing that the hem of her skirt had risen up nearly to the top of her nylons. But despite the totally inappropriate amount of thigh now on display, she made no move to adjust the skirt, having not doubt that soon, very soon, a lot more than her thigh would be on display for the young man.

In the meantime, Stuart was pulling a black five-inch pump with an open toe and a single ankle-strap from the box. "These are the same height as yours, but have ankle straps and a thinner heel. I think they have more of a 'look at me' quality to them, which I like." Then he slid his hand behind Amy's ankle, lifted her foot from the foot rest and slid the shoe on, before setting the foot down, bringing the straps around her ankle and fastening them together.

"Okay, other foot," he said when he finished. And as Amy moved to comply, she couldn't help noticing that her skirt had slid up a bit more, now showing not only the tops of her nylons, but a bit of bare thigh as well. And although she knew her panties would also be on clear display, she still made no move to cover herself. She did, however, let a soft sigh escape her lips as a small spasm shot through her pussy. And she couldn't help but wonder just how long Stuart was going to continue with his little charade.

Stuart had the other shoe on and fastened in a few seconds, then he rose to his feet and held out his hand. "Okay, let's see what we've got," he said, a warm smile covering his face as took her hand and helped her to her feet.

"Try walking in them," he suggested after she'd reached her feet, gesturing towards the center aisle with his hand.

"Okay," Amy replied. And as she made her way down the aisle and back, she couldn't help wondering why, despite everything she'd been through with Derek, she still felt more like an eighth grader on her first date then the composed, ready for anything 36 year-old woman she used to be.

"Well, what do you think?" Stuart asked as she made her return trip down the aisle, turning and coming to a stop so her right side was towards the mirror.

"I like them," Amy replied.

Stuart smiled. "Great." And while Amy was checking out the shoes in the mirror, he moved to her left side and dropped to one knee, then reached out with his right hand and slid it slowly over the back of her calf. And when she jumped noticeably at his touch, a tiny smirk slid across his lips.

"You know, it's always amazed me what a nice pair of high heels can do for a woman's legs," he said in a soft, seductive voice as he slowly slid his hand up and down her calf. "They not only can make a pair of average legs look good, they can take a pair of great legs -- like yours, Mrs. Marshall -- and make them look absolutely incredible.

"And it's not just the calves that benefit. Consider what it does for the thighs." He paused briefly and looked up at her. "Here, I'll show you."

And before Amy could fully comprehend what was happening, he pulled his hand from her calf, eased around behind her and slipped the button on the back of her skirt through the hole that held it captive. Then he took hold of the zipper, eased it down and allowed the short, pleated skirt to slip over her hips and down her legs. He paused then, taking a brief moment to examine both the lacy white panties that were now on display and the several inches of bare flesh that were visible immediately above and below them. And then he again reached for her thighs.

Amy felt her body going numb as the skirt slid down her legs and landed in a small pile around her feet. She bit down on her lower lip and closed her eyes when the young man's hands eased onto the nylons that covered her thighs. Then, when he spoke again, she had to power herself to focus on his words, instead of on the hands that were gently massaging her thighs.

"See, how it adds extra tone to your thigh muscles? And how it makes the legs look like they go on forever?" he queried, easing his hands slowly up her legs as he spoke.

"Yes," Amy managed to reply, struggling to get the words out without allowing her growing desperation to show anymore than it already was.

"I thought you would," Stuart smiled. He then gave her thighs an extra squeeze, released them and rose to his feet, moving his hand to her panti-covered ass and easing her back towards the seat.

"The other pair is one of my favorites," he said as if it were perfectly normal to be discussing shoes with a partially dressed woman nearly twice his age. "The only thing is, they really work best without nylons. So, if you'll just put your foot up here," he said, tapping the foot rest before him, "I'll slide these off for you."

Now totally trapped in the young man's snare and very much aware of the growing damp spot that was undoubtedly visible on her panties, Amy found herself unable to answer. Still, she managed to lift her foot onto the foot rest as instructed, shaking just a bit when he slid off the shoe.. But when his hands slipped inside the top of her nylon and began easing it down her leg, she again had to close her eyes and bite down on her lower lip. 'Take me!' she wanted to scream. 'Please, take me.'

But he didn't take her. Instead, he stayed with the task at hand, ever so slowly working the stocking down her thigh, then over her knee and down her calf. "Lift your foot," he said when he finally reached her ankle. Then, after slipping the first nylon off, he tossed it aside and repeated the whole process on her other leg.

"Now," he said after both her legs had been stripped, "I think you're really going to like these." And with that he proceeded to extract a pair of the most amazing looking white shoes she'd ever seen. They were nearly completely open, only a series of dainty straps straddling the front to hold the foot on, with ankle straps that were meant to wrap two or three times around the ankles before joining in the back of the lower leg, with the whole thing resting on stiletto heels a full six-inches high.

"Oh, my," Amy said, finally finding her voice. "They're so . . . so . . ."

"Slutty?" Stuart offered.

Amy shifted her gaze from the shoes to Stuart's eyes. "Yes."

"Well?" he questioned. "Do you like them?"

There was a moment's hesitation as Amy's eyes darted between Stuart's eyes and the shoes before finally settling on the young man. "Yes," she replied in a near whisper. "I do." Then, after Stuart set the right shoe back in the shoebox, she lifted her left foot into the air and watched in silence as he slid the shoe onto her foot, wrapped the straps around her ankle and fastened them behind her lower leg. Then she moved the foot to the floor and lifted her right foot.

When both shoes were on and fastened, Stuart rose to his feet and extended his hand. "Okay, take a little walk and see how they feel."

Amy took hold of his hand and allowed him to help her to her feet, releasing it when she reached her full height. For a brief second she held her position and looked into his eyes, then she turned and started slowly down the aisle. When she reached the center aisle, she paused, turned, and started back, holding her eyes on his all the way, not stopping until she was once again standing in front of the full length mirror. This time, however, she was facing it straight on. And in spite of her concerted effort not to, she flinched when Stuart stepped up behind her and slid his hands onto her hips.

"Interestingly," he whispered into her ear, "it's not just the legs that benefit from high heels. Take the rear end, for example."

The sound that came from Amy's throat as Stuart dropped to his knees behind her, slid his hands onto her panti-covered buttocks and squeezed was somewhere between a gasp and a moan. And when his fingers slid inside the waist-band and began easing the delicate item down her legs, she closed her eyes and shivered, goosebumps breaking out across her body. And when the panties finally reached the floor, she lifted her feet one at a time and stepped out of the no longer wanted undergarment, leaving her in nothing but the white halter top and the six-inch heels that adorned her feet.

"When perched upon a sexy pair of high-heel shoes, a woman's rear end is one of my favorite things on earth," Stuart said as he rose to his feet and stepped to her side. "The heels tend to highlight the buttock's natural muscle tone without stealing any of its softness," he continued. Then he rubbed his right hand across her naked cheeks, gave them a gentle squeeze and a light little slap. Then he withdrew the hand and slipped back behind her.

"But the benefits of high-heels aren't just limited to the lower body," he said, continuing his explanation.

"Besides the calves, thighs and buttocks, consider the breasts." And with that he reached around her and grabbed the bottom her halter, pulling it up and over her head, then down behind her back until it was stretched between her biceps, effectively pinning her arms to her sides.

Amy nearly fainted as the adrenaline rush hit home. She took a moment to gather herself and look at her reflection in the mirror, now naked but for the shoes and the halter stretched behind her back. Then she turned her gaze to Stuart's reflection.

"You see," Stuart continued, seemingly unconcerned with her nakedness. "When wearing heels, a woman tends to stand taller and maintain better posture, which in turns tends to lift and separate her breasts."

Amy then watched his hands as they eased over her breasts and squeezed lightly, then she groaned when his fingers moved to her erect nipples and pinched them, then twirled them gently. And when he pulled her against his chest and mauled her boobs, she closed her eyes in surrender

"Oh, my God," she gasped as her body melded with his. Then she reached back with her hands and grabbed hold of his pant legs. "Please don't stop," she whispered.

"Oh, but Mrs. Marshall," Stuart responded, his hands sliding off her breasts and onto her biceps. "I still have another pair for you to try. And I've saved the best for last."

There was desperation in Amy's eyes as she looked into the reflection of Stuart's eyes. "Please," she whined.

But Stuart ignored her, instead turning her so she was facing him, before slipping his thumbs inside the halter that covered her arms. "You won't be needing this anymore, Mrs. Marshall," he said. But before he removed the top he leaned forward menacingly. "Or would you prefer I just call you slut-toy?"

There was lust in her eyes as she looked at him. "I'll answer to anything you call me," she said softly, a cracking in her voice. "Anything at all." And then, after a significant pause, she added a single word. "Master."

Outwardly Stuart ignored Mrs. Marshall's newly verbalized subservience, focusing instead on sliding the halter-top down her arms and dropping it to the floor. Inside, however, he was smiling smugly. After all, Amy Marshall, his 36 year-old neighbor -- a married women, no less -- had responded exactly the way Derek and he had anticipated, accepting him as Master without so much as a whimper of protest as he toyed with her, peeling her clothes off one piece at a time in agonizing slowness.

With the halter now in a pile on the floor, Stuart took hold of his slut-toy's arms, guided her carefully back to the bench and gently pushed downward. Then, when she was finally seated, he lowered himself to his stool before her.

"I'll just slip these off," he said as he unfastened the straps from the slutty white high-heels and slid them from her feet. Then he reached over, pulled a large box from a nearby shelf and deposited it on the floor by her feet. Finally, he opened the box and pulled out a pair of thigh-high black patent leather boots with seven-inch spike heels, which he proceeded to hold up for Amy's review.

Dumb-struck, Amy stared at what she and her friends had always referred to as 'stripper' or 'fuck-me' boots, then she slowly raised her eyes to his. "Please, sir," she whispered wantonly, "May I . . ."

"But of course, Mrs. Marshall," he said with a mischievous smile. And with that he tossed the left boot back into the box, lowered the zipper on the right and spread it open. "If you'll just hold your right leg up . . ."

As soon as Amy lifted her leg, Stuart eased the boot over her foot, then slid it up her leg, over her knee and onto her thigh. He slid his left hand under her calf and eased the zipper up with his right, then lowered the leg to the floor on his left side.

"Other leg," he ordered as he pulled the left boot from the box.

Amy tore her eyes away from the shiny black boot that covered nearly the entire length of her right leg and turned to look at the young man. Then, without a word, she lifted her left leg as instructed. And less than a minute later that boot was on and her left leg was extended on Stuart's other side.

For several moments Amy's eyes were glued to those shiny boots, even as Stuart's were glued to the fully exposed pussy before him and the lust-crazed woman it was attached to.

"Stand up," Stuart finally said, rising to his feet and pushing the stool back with his leg.. "Let's see if you can walk in them."

Amy managed to tear her eyes away from the boots and look up her young master. Then, with an almost imperceptible nod of the head, she pulled her feet in, took hold of his hand and rose to her feet. Then she turned and made her way slowly towards the center aisle, making sure there was an ample amount of wiggle in her walk, all while feeling a level of excitement in her pussy that rivaled her first time with Derek.

When she reached the center aisle she paused, then turned slowly and started back, not allowing her eyes to leave the growing bulge in the young man's pants until she came to a stop two feet in front of him. Then she slowly raised her eyes to his.

"Can I keep them, Master?"

Stuart allowed a small smile to cross his lips as he reached out, slid both hands around her hips and grabbed hold of her ass cheeks, even as she was wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling her center hard against his.

"Ah, but you haven't earned them yet, Mrs. Marshall. We'll have to see how the rest of the evening goes," he replied smugly. Then he released her and dropped his arms to his side. "But right now, it's time for you to undress me."

Even though Stuart had released her, Amy did not immediately release him. Instead she wiggled her body against his and smiled. "I'll just have to try extra hard to please you, then, won't I?" she purred. And with that she pulled her arms back and, while backing off no more than an inch or two, slid her hands between his chest and hers and slowly eased the top button through its hole.

She was able to free the top two buttons before her breasts got in the way, powering her to back off a few more inches. Then she continued freeing buttons until she reached the top of his trousers, whereupon she pulled the shirt-tails from his pants and slipped the final button through its hole. Then she reached for his right hand, lifted it up and freed the button on the cuff, before lowering it to his side and repeating the process on his left arm. Only then did she allow herself to reach for his shoulders, slide her hands under his collar and push the shirt down his arms and onto the floor.

She hesitated, taking a brief second to admire his well muscled physique. Then she eased her hands onto his stomach and slid them slowly up his chest, where she rolled his nipples between her fingertips, before leaning forward to swirl her tongue around first his right nipple, then his left.

Dropping to her knees before him, she lowered her eyes to his shoes, then she slid her hand behind his left ankle and lifted the foot from the ground, noting how he took hold of her head to support himself as she removed the loafer and tossed it aside, and how he then maintained his hold on her as she slid the sock off and moved to the other foot.

With both shoes and both socks removed, Amy raised her gaze slowly upward and met his eyes. Then, while maintaining that eye contact, she reached for his belt and unhooked it, and then reached for the button on the front of his pants to set it free. Finally, she eased the zipper down and slid the slacks over his hips. It wasn't until she felt him stepping out of the trousers that she finally allowed herself to lower her gaze to his underwear and the large bulge hidden within them.

With her heart pounding wildly in her chest, she reached out with her left hand and eased it under his still hidden jewel, squeezing it ever so softly. Then, as she eased her right hand out to join the left, she again raised her eyes to his. She couldn't help the wanton smile that crossed her lips as she eased her hands from his crotch to his hips, before leaning forward to take his underwear clad manhood into her open mouth.

She could hear herself moaning as she went after him with her mouth, pulling him against her as she alternately kissed and nibred her way around the still-wrapped prize. She lowered her buttocks to her ankles, which allowed her to lean forward, crane her neck and attack him from below, now taking on not only his meat, but his balls as well.

Now it was Stuart's turn to moan as she lowered her hands to his thighs, took his briefs between her teeth and began pulling them down with her mouth, starting first on his right side, then his left, alternating back and forth, one side to the other until, finally, the cock she'd been working so hard to please sprang into view. But despite her hunger, despite her desire, she ignored the now free manhood, concentrating instead on continuing to work his underwear down his thighs to his knees, and then over his knees and down to his calves. Then, after Stuart lifted first his right foot, then his left, from the unwanted cotton underpants, she lowered her hands to the floor and lifted her head upward, the unwanted underwear dangling from her mouth.

They stared at each other briefly, her looking for all the world like a puppy dog seeking its master's approval, him trying hard to repress the grin that was threatening to breakout from ear to ear as he looked down on her, his prick sticking out hard and proud before him. Then, after several seconds had past, Amy opened her mouth and allowed his briefs to fall to the floor between them. And then she spoke in a hungry, seductive voice.

"Is there anything else your slut-toy can do for you, Master?"

"As a matter of fact, there is," Stuart replied. "You may suck my cock."

Amy lowered her eyes to his manhood. "Yes, Master," she whispered softly, her voice cracking just a bit. "It will be my pleasure." And with that she slid her right hand to the head of his cock and lifted it until it neared his stomach, then she leaned forward and ran her tongue slowly up its length, starting at the base of his balls and not stopping until she'd bathed his entire length in her saliva. Then she slid her hand down to its base while she eased her wide-spread lips around its girth.

At first she stopped with the head only partly inside her mouth. Then she swirled her tongue around its tip and began sliding ever-so-slightly forward, then ever-so-slightly back. She closed her teeth so they were lightly touching him and repeated the ever-so-slightly forward, ever-so-slightly back motion, only this time allowing her left hand to fondle his balls while her mouth continued its slightly forward, slightly back motion.

She could sense the excitement building in the young man as his hand slid to the back of her head and pulled her forward in gentle encouragement. But she resisted his pressure, instead allowing her mouth to slide nearly completely off his meat while her right hand began stroking his length. And as a low groan escaped his throat, he slid his other hand to the back of her head, grabbed a handful of hair and began thrusting his manhood into her.

Surrendering to his hunger, Amy slid both hands to his buttocks and began sliding her mouth forward in concert with his attacks, She quickly lost all sense of time, aware only of her mouth sliding up and down the length of his meat, even as he was thrusting his manhood right back into her. She didn't even realize that she'd slid her right hand to her pussy and begun plunging her fingers into her horny wetness, instinctively matching each of his lunges with one of her own. But she was aware of just how close she was to cuming, and when she felt Stuart's body begin to tense, she unleashed her fingers with a frenzy, bringing herself to orgasm moments before her master exploded in her mouth.

For several moments he held her mouth over his cock, sliding it ever-so-slightly back and forth to drain the last of his cum into her. Then, with both hands still clutching her hair, he pulled her head off his meat and turned it upward.

"I don't recall giving you permission to cum, Mrs. Marshall," he said slowly

"I'm sorry, Master," Amy replied hastily. "I didn't realize . . ."

But Stuart just shook his head. "Ignorance is no excuse," he countered, releasing her hair. "Now, stand up." Once she was on her feet before him, he took hold of her biceps and spun her so her back was towards him, then he eased her towards the end of the bench she'd previously sat on.

"Spread your legs and bend over," he ordered, moving to her left side and placing his right hand on her bare ass, even as she was moving into the prescribed position. "This, Mrs. Marshall, is a small taste of what you can expect when you disappoint me." And with that he pulled his hand away from her ass, then sent it flying back.

WHACK!

"Ow!" Amy gasped, jumping instinctively even though she'd known the blow was coming. But despite the pain she quickly returned to her bent over position, resolving to show the young man that she was not only capable, but willing to take anything he could dish out. That's when the second blow landed on her other cheek.

Stuart couldn't hide the smile that crept across his lips as his slut-toy gasped and jumped, then returned quickly and without complaint to her prostrated position. And as his cock once again began to return to life, he couldn't help but revel in the power he held over her. That's when he decided to see just how far he could push her. That's when he leaned over, slid his hand under her tummy to her love button and began working his fingers lightly over her engorged bud.

"Oh, cuckolds brownie!" Amy gasped as small waves of lust shot through her body. But as soon as she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, Stuart let loose another series of blows to her ass, all while keeping up his assault on the love button.

"Oh, my God," she moaned as the pain from the blows melded with the pleasure of his fingers, sending shivers of pleasure-pain shooting throughout her body. She lowered her head all the way to the bench, causing her ass to stick out even more invitingly for her master's pleasure, a pleasure he was only too willing to take as he let loose another series of blows, a series that inflicted even more pain to her ailing bottom, even as his other hand continued to work her clit.

"Oh, cuckolds brownie!" Amy groaned again as she felt herself loosing control. "Can I cum, Master?" But Stuart didn't respond, instead sliding the hand that had been spanking her down to her pussy, then sliding two fingers into her sloppy cunt and shoving them home.

"Please, Master," Amy wailed, her legs beginning to sway beneath her as she struggled to keep herself from cuming. But still Stuart ignored her, continuing his assault on her pussy and clit, before suddenly withdrawing his hands, delivering one more blow to her butt-cheeks, and sliding around behind her. Then he grabbed her hip with one hand and his cock with the other and pressed it up against her pussy. And then he rammed it home.

"Oh cuckolds brownie, oh cuckolds brownie, oh cuckolds brownie," the older woman gasped, nearly falling forward as he slammed his meat into her pussy. "Please, Master!" she wailed helplessly. "Please . . . I can't . . ."

Stuart paused for a moment, his cock-head now barely inside her pussy. "Now, Mrs. Marshall," he said with a smug air of confidence and control, "you may cum." And with that he began ramming his cock in and out of the whimpering pile of flesh beneath him like a man possessed.

"Arrrrggghhhhhh!" The sound that spewed from Amy's throat as her body exploded in orgasmic bliss was more natural than human, and the shaking and convulsing that wracked her body nearly caused her to lose complete control of herself. "Arrrrggghhhhhh!" she cried out again, now struggling to hold her position under Stuart's onslaught, a struggle she lost a few moments later when her knees finally gave out and she collapsed onto the bench, finally pulling her pussy free from his cock.

But although her pussy was now free, Amy was not, a fact she quickly learned as Stuart dropped to his knees behind her and repositioned his cock at the entrance to her ass. Then, even as her suddenly feeble mind was struggling to comprehend what was about to happen, the young man began pushing into her forbidden hole. And although he was definitely gentler than he'd been when he'd attacked her pussy, he was certainly not as gentle as he could have been. And another wail spewed from Amy's throat.

Once Stuart was fully inside her -- and when he saw that Amy was putting up no resistance at all, even going so far as to arch her back so she'd be more accessible to him -- he pulled his rock hard cock partially out of her, hesitated, and then rammed it home. And as yet another scream filled the air, the young man began pounding his engorged cock into her over and over, harder and harder, and he didn't stop until another orgasm was shattering the older woman's body, even as he was shooting his own seed deep into her dark hole.

* * *

When Amy finally managed to regain her senses, Stuart was nowhere to be seen. For several long moments she held her position, face down doggy style on the bench, still wearing nothing but those shiny black patent leather boots. She took a deep breath, then pushed her exhausted body up from the bench and into a sitting position. Then she looked around, noting that not only were her clothes gone, but the shoes she'd tried on were gone as well.

After another moment she pushed herself to her feet and started for the front of the store, a small part of her wondering if the young man had abandoned her. But when she rounded the corner, there he was, fully clothed, bent over the front desk writing something in a log book. He looked up as she approached.

"I just have a few more things to do before I can take off. Your clothes are over there," he pointed.

She gave the clothing a cursory glance, then turned and stepped towards him, seemingly unaware that her naked breasts were perched invitingly above the counter.

"So tell me, Stuart," she started. "Do I belong to you or to Derek?"

Stuart couldn't help the small snort that escaped his nose, nor could he resist reaching out and tweaking her right nipple.

"Yes," he responded with a snicker. Then he again nodded his head towards her clothing. "Now, I thought I told you to get dressed."

In spite of herself, Amy couldn't suppress the smile that slid across her face. The answer Stuart had given was short and curt, but it did, in fact, answer her question. She belonged to both of them, and to anyone else they might bring into the club. And while for most women that would have been a shocking, even an unacceptable answer; for Amy it was . . . well, you know Amy.

"Yes, Master," she said, dipping in a mock curtsy with her index finger pressed under her chin. "Your wish is my command."

Stuart laughed. "And you'd better not forget it," he rebutted, picking a wadded piece of paper up from the desk and tossing it at her playfully.

Amy giggled lightly as she dodged the paper, then made her way to where her clothes lay. "I seem to be missing my panties and nylons, Master," she teased sweetly.

"Call it a trade," Stuart responded, chuckling lightly as he pointed to a table behind the counter upon which three shoe boxes sat; two containing the pairs she'd previously tried on, the other containing her own shoes. "Your panties and nylons for the two pairs of shoes."

Amy looked at shoes, then back at Stuart. "And the boots?"

Stuart stopped what he was doing and looked up. "Those are yours," he said simply. "You earned them."

With a large smile on her face, Amy slid up behind Stuart and wrapped her arms around him, pulling her naked body firmly against him. "Thank you, Master," she cooed.

Stuart allowed the hug to last a few seconds, then straightened up and pushed her away. "Now, if you don't get dressed and let me finish my work, we'll never make it to the party."

"Party," Amy beamed. "I love parties."

For the first week after her encounter with Derek Strong and Amy Marshall, Kara Johnmister had been moderately successful at finding some trivial, mindless task to help take her mind off the events of that day. On occasion she'd even managed to convince herself that it hadn't really been far and away the single most erotic event of her life. But as the days rolled by and the day of Derek's departure for college neared, Amy's words became increasingly difficult to get out of her head.

'If you don't call him,' her 36 year-old married neighbor had said to her the day after it'd happened, 'you'll regret it the rest of your life.'

And so, for the umpteenth time that day, Kara stood before the kitchen telephone, nervous butterflies dancing in her stomach as those words rang over and over in her head . . . 'You'll regret it the rest of your life' . . . 'You'll regret it the rest of your life' . . . 'You'll regret it the rest of your life' . . .

Finally, at 11:30 AM Wednesday, just a half-week before Derek's scheduled Sunday departure for college, she gave in and reached for the phone, her hands shaking so hard that she could hardly read his number on the card Amy had given her.



The phone rang three times before Derek picked it up. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Miss Johnmister," he said smugly, betraying his caller ID. "Amy told me you'd be calling, but I have to admit, I didn't think you had it in you."

Stunned by how the young man had taken control before she'd even spoken a word, Kara stumred out a weak response; the only response she could think of. "Amy said I'd call?"

But Derek ignored her query, instead getting directly to the point. "This is what will happen, Miss Johnmister," he said confidently. "That is, it's what will happen if you truly want to take our relationship to the next level.

"You will be at my house tomorrow morning at 11:00 AM sharp. You will be wearing a tank top with no bra, stretch-waist exercise pants, a tie-side thong, no socks, and shoes you can slip off easily. You may wear light make-up if you wish, but absolutely nothing else. Clear?"

Kara nearly dropped the phone, shuddering as chills ran down her spine. It was happening again, just like it did the other time. She, the adult, the mature one, the one that should have been able to find a way to deal with the situation, was coming completely unglued as a boy 20 years her junior exerted his will on her, pushing her to places that, truth be told, she still wasn't completely certain she wanted to go.

"But your parents, won't they . . ." she stammered.

But Derek cut her off. "Are you questioning me, Miss Johnmister?" he challenged in a firm voice, adding fright to the growing list of afflictions now affecting Kara.

"No, Sir," she responded automatically.

"You'd better not be," Derek said. Then, a moment later, he continued in a slightly softer voice. "Not that you deserve an answer, but my parents are leaving very early tomorrow morning and won't be back until midday Saturday. That should give us plenty of time, don't you agree, Miss Johnmister?"

"Yes, Sir," she whispered weakly, but the line had already gone dead.

* * *

It was one minute before 11:00 the next morning when Kara pulled into Derek's driveway. Nervously, she looked at the mirror and brushed the hair from her face. Then she closed her eyes, took a long slow breath, exhaled and opened the door. She reached her feet and closed the door, then checked her reflection in the car window -- white tank top, stretch-waist exercise pants, no socks, sandals, and just as instructed, no bra and a tie-side thong underneath it all.

'Christ. I didn't even own a pair of tie-side thongs before last night,' she thought.

Then, after yet another calming breath, she turned and started for the front door.

She reached the door and hesitated; the doubts again creeping in now that the moment of truth was upon her. 'Are you sure you want to do this?' she thought to herself. 'It's not to late. You can still turn around and leave.'

But she didn't leave, nor did she move her finger towards the door bell. Instead, she just stood there, stricken with confusion and indecision. Why was she there? Was she really willing to surrender herself to a young man barely out of high school? And if she did go ahead with it, would she be able to face herself in the morning or would she be overcome with the same shame and offense she endured last time?

She shook her head slowly. "I don't know," she said in a near whisper. "I just don't know." And so she stood there, a statue frozen in time, unable to move until suddenly the door swung open. And there he was, her tormentor, standing before her in shorts and a tee-shirt, bigger than life itself.

For the longest moment the world was silent. Kara stood there nervously, uncertain whether to turn and run or stand and wait, while Derek simply stared at her through the eyes of a man who had no doubt that soon, very soon, he would have his prey. Finally, just when Kara didn't think she could take any more of the silence, the young man stepped away from the door.

"Come," he said simply, that single word exploding in her ears like no word before. And with her heart pounding in her chest, Kara found herself following the young man into the house, one foot moving slowly in front of the other, knowing full well that her fate had already been decided.

Once they were inside Derek eased the door closed, slid his hand onto Kara's lower back and guided her to the center of the foyer, turning her so she was facing the mirror on the far wall. Then, without further fanfare, he slid behind her, slipped his fingers inside the elastic waist-band of her exercise pants and slid them over her hips and down her thighs, stopping when they reached her knees. Then he slid the bottom of her top upwards until it reached her underarms, and then pulled the front up and over her head so it stretched between her biceps behind her back. Finally, he reached down, took hold of the ties on her thong and pulled. Once the ties came free, he eased the tiny garment from between her legs and slipped it casually into his pocket. Only then did he look in the mirror at her completely exposed breasts and pussy and nod his head approvingly.

He reached around her and traced his fingers lightly over her breasts, smiling smugly as her nipples hardened and goosebumps broke out across her body.

"So tell me, Miss Johnmister, what do you want from me?"

Kara swallowed deeply, lowering her eyes briefly to the reflection of his hands tracing slow little circles on her breasts, then raising them back to meet his. 'Why is this so difficult?' she screamed silently. It wasn't like she had any real doubt as to what the answer to his question truly was; she wanted him to do to her exactly what he'd done the week before, and exactly what he'd done to Amy. She wanted him to dominate her, to take her in any and every way he could imagine. She wanted him to humiliate her, degrade her, even punish her. And yes, she wanted him to bring her too more of those wonderful mind-blowing orgasms, over and over and over, just like he had before.

She struggled with her emotions, powering herself to cut loose the social mores that were holding her back. Who cared if she was a middle aged woman and he was barely out of high school? And what difference did it make what people would think of her if they ever found out about the things they did?

"I asked you a question, Miss Johnmister," Derek said abruptly, cutting through her reverie. "What do you want from me?" And then he eased his right hand away from her breast and lowered it to her crotch, rubbing her already wet pussy while his other hand squeezed and caressed her breast.

Kara closed her eyes, took one more deep breath and re-opened them, and then looked his reflection straight in the eyes. "I want you to take me like you did the other day," she said, her voice cracking even as her body writhed under his caresses. "I want you to be my Master, and I want to be your slut-toy."

Derek kept his right hand on her pussy while he moved his left hand from her breasts to her chin and turned her head back over her shoulder. Then, with their eyes barely six inches apart, he spoke.

"Are you certain of that, Miss Johnmister?"

She did her best to nod her head. "Yes," she manged to eek out. "I'm certain."

He released her then, stepping backwards. "Put your clothes back together, remove your shoes and come with me."

Hurriedly, she slid her top back over her head, pulled her pants up and kicked off her shoes. Then she scurried to the living room entrance where Derek waited patiently.

"After you, Miss Johnmister," the young man said, waiving his hand into the room.

Kara was looking at Derek as she eased by him, not looking forward until she was two full steps into the room. That's when she turned her head and saw a young man dressed in a simple blue polo shirt and shorts sitting in the middle of the love seat and staring directly at her.

Kara recognized the young man instantly, and why wouldn't she? After all, he wasn't just some stranger off the street -- far from it. He was Stuart Chambers, the 19 year-old mister of Pamela Chambers, Kara's best friend. He was the same young man that Kara had known since shortly before his second birthday, and the same young man that, until a few years ago, had called her "Aunt Kara" even though they were not actually related.

In fact, when it came right down to it, Kara had an almost lady-like affection for Stuart, having lived through all of his boyhood trauma's and successes vicariously through his lady. She'd celebrated his successes with Pamela, and she'd cried with her over his failures and disappointments. And now he was sitting on the love seat, staring at her, waiting.

All those thoughts flashed through her mind in a split second. Then, reacting with the speed that only sheer panic could cause, she turned around and looked at Derek.

"I didn't know you had company," she said, the cracking and squeaking in her voice betraying her nerves. "I can come back another time." And then she started for the front door, only to find Derek sliding over to block her exit from the room.

"Is there a problem?" he asked sarcastically.

Kara's heart was pounding wildly in her chest. "Please," she said in a voice only Derek could hear. "He's my best friend's mister. I've known him nearly his whole life. I can't, I just can't."

Derek smiled softly, reaching out tenderly to brush a strand of hair from her face before sliding both hands around to the base of her neck. "It was hard for you to call me yesterday, wasn't it?" he asked in an equally quiet voice.

She nodded her head weakly and whispered. "Yes."

He slid his right hand down her neck and onto her shoulder, easing the strap slightly towards the edge of her shoulder. "And even harder to come here this morning."

Kara glanced nervously towards the hand on her shoulder, then back into his eyes. "Yes," came the soft reply.



Derek eased his other hand down her neck and onto her shoulder, brushing the other strap towards the the edge of her shoulder to match the first one. And then he began gently squeezing her tense muscles, massaging them, kneading them.

"You want to stay, don't you?"