les histoires de chrislebo

The bouncing, blushing blonde did what she was told; still performing star jumps as though she was back in gym class. The manageress nodded appreciatively as she got to see the vigorous movements of Jenny's boobs.

After Jenny had been jumping for a couple of minutes, Miss Quick finally spoke.

"I've got a new one for you Jenny," came her voice authoritatively. Jenny looked over, to see that Miss Quick had taken her top off to reveal an aquamarine bikini top, well filled by her youthful breasts.

"Now hold your arms up and jump round on the spot -- one way then the other. Your arms go the opposite way to your legs, and your head stays still."

It took Jenny a couple of seconds to get this right, spinning her top and bottom in opposite directions, boobs flailing wildly. The youngest woman giggled "Ha ha ha! Not very sexy though, it's all too quick. Try climbing on the spot -- like you were climbing a ladder."

Once more, Jenny started to jog, this time raising her arms and causing her boobs to flex and bounce. She heard music start to play, and saw Karen standing by the CD player.

"That seems like a good warm-up, ladies," laughed the sultry brunette. "But I want to get in the hot tub, and I'm taking my toy with me. If you're coming, you'd better get changed!

Karen beckoned to Jenny, and walked out the patio doors into the sunshine. Glancing at the women around her, Jenny followed nervously.

Karen walked out into her back yard, which was spacious and high-walled, with a large pool, hot tub and outdoor shower. She put down the tray of glasses and the jug she was carrying by the tub, and climbed in, switching on the water jets.

"Jump in sweetie," she called to the curvaceous blonde. Jenny climbed in obediently, and Karen pulled Jenny down to sit on her lap with a laugh.

Karen wrapped her arms about her pretty plaything, pulling her in for a kiss. Karen's eyes gleamed evilly.

"You're doing so well -- I'm so proud of you!" she said warmly

"But Karen," Jenny whined softly "all these people..."

"Shhh... don't worry," said the dominant brunette. "They can keep a secret... we all can -- it's not like our husbands know what we get up to!"

"Now," she said, turning Jenny to face the house, where the three ladies were emerging clad in swimsuits. "I want you to be friendly to these friends of mine... I think you'll enjoy yourself!

Jenny whimpered as Karen's hands teased her barely-covered nipples. Watching Karen's friends approach, she saw hunger in their eyes, and turned away, closing her eyes.

"Look at it this way sweetie -- we're all girls here... what could be the worst that would happen? It's not like it matters or anything... no-one will ever know..."

Jenny's willpower drained away as the skilled fingers played with her breasts. The constant domination of Karen, and now her friends, was intoxicating. She had almost no ability to resist left...

She felt Karen lift her, helped by a pair of strong hands, and in a moment, she was sitting on another woman's lap; she wasn't sure whose. Her eyes were still closed as her head was tilted back for a deep kiss, a strong tongue invading her mouth. She felt firm hands caressing her breasts, several pairs of hands at that.

A hand curled between her thighs, fingers pushing under her tiny bikini. She moaned as her pussy lips were stimulated again, strong fingers plunging inside her as her breasts and lips were manipulated, her mouth invaded by a strong tongue.

Jenny couldn't think, couldn't retain a coherent thought as her mouth and pussy were invaded by the skillful women, each exploring her body without regard for consent or desire. The love-balls were pulled out, bringing a grunt from the hyperstimulated blonde as they stretched her pussy one last time. Knowing fingers curled up, rubbing against the front wall of her pussy, stimulating her G-spot before sliding in and out between her swollen lips. As one woman kissed her mouth, another took a nipple into her own mouth, sucking and nibbling it gently.

She gasped as she felt her orgasm approaching, faster than she would have thought possible. Liquid fire lit up her belly, tearing through her with a passionate cry.

"AaaaAAAAaaahhh!" she burst, shrieking around the tongue probing her mouth. Her lips, her tongue, her breasts and her pussy were all connected as if by electricity surging through her body.

She bucked and moaned, lying limp and helpless over warm near-naked flesh. Slowly, her eyes flickered open.

She was seated on the lap of the youngest woman, Miss Quick, who had bent her back by the hair, and was French-kissing her passionately. The most mature lady, Mistress Mort, sitting to the right was kissing and caressing her boobs. Across the hot-tub, she could see Karen watching with a broad smile, meaning it must be Mistress Gray crouched to the left, exploring her pussy so expertly.

Mistress Gray stood up between Jenny's legs, water cascading off her mature but toned body, clad in a sensible blue bikini. She put her arms out, pulling Jenny to her feet and bringing her in for a deep kiss. Behind Jenny's back, Miss Quick pouted, before sinking to her knees to kiss and caress Jenny's curvaceous bottom. Mistress Mort came to Jenny's side, sliding her fingers between Jenny's legs, moving up towards her tingling pussy.

Jenny was helpless as the hungry and dominant women played with her. Again, her body reacted, and she felt her stomach muscles tightening and her nipples swelling as her orgasm approached. Unbeknownst to her, Karen was whispering instructions in each lady's ear. The feeling of light and joy rose in her pussy, building to a crescendo when....everything stopped!

Suddenly, Jenny was alone, gasping, just inches away from another extraordinary climax. The want and need in her eyes was palpable, but the three women moved back, not touching her.

"Jenny," said Karen clearly. "Jenny, look at me."

"Jenny, do you want to come?"

Jenny groaned loudly. "Yeeessss!"

"Well, I think you should return some of the pleasures my friends are giving you first," said Karen in a pleasantly reasonable tone of voice.

"Get out of the pool and go to the kitchen. There is a tray on the table, covered with a cloth. You can leave the cloth, but bring the tray back here." Karen ordered her.

Jenny looked around at the three smiling women, groaning again, and got out of the pool. As she walked towards the house, she heard a wolf-whistle from behind her. Nearing the kitchen door, she saw her reflection in the glass -- she was now completely naked, having lost the flimsy excuse for a costume at some point. She was beyond caring though, padding through the kitchen and over to the table.

Seeing the large tray, she pulled the cloth away, revealing a large array of sex toys. There were at least half a dozen large dildos, some with straps. There were handcuffs, nipple clamps, and a set of cuffs with a two-foot bar between them. There were silk scarves, a blindfold, KY jelly, and suntan oil.

Her heart sank -- but she didn't hesitate before picking up the tray. She reminded herself that she had no choice, as she was being blackmailed. And she tried hard not to acknowledge just how much she wanted to come again.

Carrying the tray back out, Jenny walked naked back to the four women in the hot tub. There was now music playing from an outside speaker system, something Jenny didn't recognize, but which had a heavy beat, and sensual chords. She put the tray down by the tub, and moved to get back in, but Miss Quick stopped her with an upraised hand.

"We think it's time to work on your tan sweetie," said the young woman, standing up. "So you stay there and we'll oil you up."

Clad in a skimpy two-piece bathing suit - although nothing like as skimpy as the costumes Jenny had been wearing earlier - Miss Quick had girlish curves despite her slender form, and Jenny's eyes were drawn to her swaying hips as she climbed out of the pool, followed by Mistress Gray. Miss Quick took the bottle of tanning oil from the tray, pouring a large quantity into her palm, and handing the bottle on. The two women flanked Jenny, running oily hands down her body in broad strokes.

"Put your hands on your head, baby" said Miss Quick, caressing Jenny's breasts, now gleaming with oil. They lifted and stretched as she obeyed, glistening in the hot sun. Her nipples were like raspberries, swollen in their dark pink areolas, and Miss Quick teased and rubbed them as she manipulated the older woman's breasts. Meanwhile, Mistress Gray rubbed the muscles of Jenny's upper back, massaging in the warm oil. Her hands sunk lower, lower, till she was caressing Jenny's firm butt cheeks. Her fingers probed the tight cleft between her buttocks, and Jenny clenched *************.

"Relax, sweetie." Mistress Gray murmured in her ear, and Jenny ****** herself to relax, trying to ignore the fact that finally moving down Jenny's belly, Miss Quick was running her fingers closer and closer to Jenny's shaven quim.

"Now move your legs apart - no, further than that... that's better" crooned the manageress of the lingerie shop. She had loved seeing Jenny put through her paces through the two-way mirror earlier, and was keen to do the same soon. But she did like a nice piece of ass, and Jenny's...c'est magnifique! As her suppliers might say. With Jenny's legs apart, she toyed with the stunning blonde's perineum before bringing an oily finger to her tight ass-hole. Pushing gently, she listened eagerly for Jenny's sudden intake of breath as her ass was invaded for the first time.

Jenny started to pant a little as Mistress Gray inserted the whole length of her finger into Jenny's rectum, sliding smoothly in and out.

Meanwhile, Miss Quick knelt between Jenny's spread feet, and looked at the older woman's swollen pussy lips. Given her age and two ********, Jenny's pussy was remarkably neat and young-looking; the inner lips only protruding a short way into the daylight. The kneeling girl used her fingers to gently pull Jenny's vulva apart, revealing her erect clitoris, and the inner lips glistening with pussy juice. She leant forward, just shy of touching the aroused woman, and inhaled deeply. The thick, musky scent of Jenny's arousal filled her head and she sighed with pleasure, breathing in and out for several seconds before finally extending her tongue to taste the wetness she loved.

Karen and Miss Mort stood to get a better view of the three women - Jenny, naked and flushed, her face contorted with overstimulation; Miss Quick kneeling at her feet in a skimpy thong bikini, lapping hungrily at Jenny's wet pussy; and Miss Gray, a more controlled figure towering over Jenny, her hand pumping away between Jenny's butt-cheeks. She now had two fingers pumping Jenny's tight rear hole rapidly. The older woman had removed her top, and her small firm boobs pressed into Jenny's back.

Miss Mort grinned at Karen, giving her a wink of congratulations. The oldest woman here was wearing a single-piece swimming costume, which she pushed down to reveal overflowing boobs, and a mature, but very womanly figure. Between her thighs was a thick bush of dark hair.

"Pam's certainly enjoying herself, Karen! It almost seems a shame to interrupt, doesn't it?" said Mistress Mort with a smile, not at all embarrassed by her own nakedness.

Karen laughed. "You go right ahead, Dee. Tessa's your little girl, after all."

"Tessa! Tessa!" Dee called, laying her hand on Miss Quick's shoulder. After a few seconds, the thin redhead pulled back from Jenny, her face covered in sticky juices, shining in the sun. She looked up plaintively for a moment, and then smiled broadly as she saw the figure standing behind her. She turned around, shuffling forwards to take up the same position she had with Jenny, nuzzling into the older woman's cunny as she stood over her.

Karen walked up to Jenny, and smeared tanning oil over the rest of Jenny's arms, legs and face as Miss Gray probed her bottom and groped at her breasts. Jenny's eyes were open, and Karen held her gaze as she ran her hands over Jenny's lithe form until her whole body was gleaming with oil.

Jenny felt Mistress Gray pulling her backwards, and stepped quickly as the finger pulled at her anus. In two steps, she was on the grass surrounding the pool, and with a sudden jerk the fingers were gone.

"Now," said Mistress Gray with a grin. "I want you to 'Display' yourself for me." She said, emphasizing the command word, 'Display'.

Jenny was sinking down onto the grass before even wondering how this woman had learned that phrase, but presumed that Karen had taught it to her. She lay on her back, and lifted her legs, curling them up until her ankles lay either side of her head. Her butt lifted off the ground and her pussy became the main feature of her obscene posture, her ass beneath slightly swollen.

"Mmmm... that's a good toy," said Mistress Gray. "Can you hold that position with one hand? Good...Now, bring the other hand down to play with that pretty pussy."

In this position, she was sure there was nothing pretty about her pussy, gaping slightly in this obscene position. Gingerly, still able to feel embarrassed despite what this woman had already seen and done to her, Jenny obediently began to stroke herself, fingers sinking effortlessly into her soaking quim. She began to masturbate, gently thrusting two fingers in and out of her lips before pulling them out to circle and rub over her clitoris, which was more swollen than ever.

Mistress Gray squatted down beside her, running a hand down over the back of her legs.

"No, don't stop stroking yourself, my pet," she chuckled, bringing the hand back up to caress Jenny's breasts, squashed skywards by her legs pushing inwards. Jenny began to pant, a flush spreading over her face and chest; her fingers thrusting in and out faster and faster.

"Slow down, slow down" the dominant figure chided her gently. "You aren't allowed to come until you've brought me the same pleasure."

Jenny stared at her hollowly, her fingers hardly slowing. Mistress Gray grasped her wrist, bringing her to a stop deep inside her pussy.

"Roll over," commanded the tall woman, pulling Jenny's hand back with a sucking sound. Denied her close orgasm again, Jenny moaned with dismay as she let go of her ankles, rolling onto her side, and then onto all fours. Mistress Gray sat on the ground, then lay back, propping herself up on her elbows. Her small breasts tightened, gentle swells above her belly, with long hard nipples protruding upwards temptingly.

"Come to me." She ordered. Jenny obediently shuffled over to her feet, and Mistress Gray lifted one, stroking Jenny's face with it roughly.

"Suck it."

Mistress Gray's big toe was already pressing at Jenny's lips, and she obediently took it between her lips, sucking on the digit like a lollipop. Mistress Gray grinned, pulling her foot -- and Jenny -- closer.

"Now come up and kiss me," she ordered. She pulled her toe free, and Jenny sighed, obediently padding forward with her hands either side of Mistress Gray's chest. Her heavy breasts dragged along Mistress Gray's belly, and up onto her chest as Jenny neared her target. As she turned her head to kiss Mistress Gray, their breasts squashed together, her mistress's hard nipples sinking into her soft flesh. Their lips met, a warm tongue sliding dominantly into Jenny's mouth. She toyed with it, sucking gently on the slippery invader.

"Now," said Mistress Gray, between kisses. "Go back down and lick me, Toy. Eat me out like the sex slave you are!"

Jenny moved back, obediently kissing her way down Mistress Gray's body until she came to the tight strip of bikini fabric. Jenny slid her fingers underneath, squatting up on her haunches to pull the pants down. Mistress Gray lifted her buttocks to help, and in a moment, Jenny was pulling the bikini over her feet. She settled her feet flat to the floor, knees bent. Her mature sex lay open like a rose flower, moist lips lying one within the other. The outer lips were shaved clean, but there was a thick bush covering her pubis.

Jenny took a breath to steel herself, looking at the slim, womanly figure in front of her. She remembered Karen's taste from the day before; and the pungent taste that clung to her tongue. She dipped her head forward, detecting the heady scent as her lips neared those of her mistress.

A warm, musky, pungent taste filled Jenny's mouth as she made contact with Mistress Gray's wet cunny. Both women groaned, one with the pleasure of her pussy finally being tasted by the submissive slave; the other with the pleasure of tasting a pussy for only the second time; and the excitement of being ordered to do it. The threat of blackmail was long forgotten; Jenny had not thought of it in some time, merely obeying the orders she was given because it felt right, not out of fear.

The sexy soccer-mom's submissive tendencies had been well and truly opened up, and she was enjoying her ********** enormously. Despite her lack of lesbian experience, she was making great sweeping strokes of her tongue along the length of Mistress Gray's slit, before plunging her tongue deep inside to taste the musky interior. The taste filled her, and she was almost aware of nothing else, moaning and grunting as she licked at the hot quim in front of her. Moaning with delight, Mistress Gray's arms buckled, and she lay back naked on the grass in the sunshine, exulting in the feeling of being eaten out by the submissive slut between her legs.

Karen looked down approvingly at her sexy neighbor eagerly licking at the pussy of her good friend Pam. She looked round to Dee and Tessa, somewhat torn, and Dee caught her eye, winking at her. The mature woman was incorrigible! Karen was a dirty woman, well used to being dominant, but Dee was truly shameless! Jenny was Karen's slut, and ~Karen was enjoying showing her off, partly because before her, Tessa had been the submissive slut whom Dee shared with the others. Tessa was actually Dee's *************, who had been such a downy innocent when she married into the family...

Karen took a moment to choose between Jenny and Tessa, but her new toy was always going to be her top priority right now! She picked a strap-on dildo from the tray Jenny had fetched, choosing a wide cock some nine inches long, with a three-inch shaft to go into Karen's own pussy. She slid her long legs into the straps, pulling the fake cock up and positioning it at her lightly-trimmed pussy before inserting the thick shaft between her wet lips. She smiled with pleasure as she buckled the straps, walking over to stand behind Jenny's kneeling form.

Karen knelt down, positioning herself behind the bobbing form of Jenny as the submissive woman licked and sucked at Pam's mature pussy. She placed her hands on Jenny's buttocks, pulling them firmly apart before thrusting the long dildo deep into Jenny's hot pussy.

"Aaaaahhhhh....." groaned Jenny, her face lifting up from her new mistress's pussy. The slim brunette's hands quickly curved behind Jenny's head, drawing her back down.

Karen watched with glee as she thrust the dildo in and out, easily sliding into the aroused soccer-mom, the thick shaft instantly gleaming with wetness. She set up a steady rhythm, in and out, and Jenny began to thrust her ass back onto Karen's thrusting thighs.

The three women began to grunt, thrust, moan and groan all together as their mutual pleasures rose. Karen thrust the thick dildo in and out of Jenny's pink pussy lips from behind, as the shorter dildo on the other end stimulated her own pussy and clitoris. Jenny pushed her tongue deep into Pam's moist slit, her nose buried in the curls atop Pam's pubis. Pam lay back as the delicious sensations Jenny brought forth ran through her. With one hand, Pam held Jenny's head; with the other she fondled her own small but sensitive breasts, teasing the nipples to a firm erection.

Jenny, hyperstimulated as she was, was the first whose orgasm broke over her, surging the length of her spine. Her arms collapsed, and her face collapsed into Pam's crotch. The thinner woman came too, legs scissoring around Jenny's head, holding her tightly as Pam's pussy bucked upwards. Finally, Karen came too, the shaft in her pussy rubbing against her stretched pussy lips and clitoris enough to tip her into her own head-rushing orgasm.

The three collapsed slowly into a heap of firm, pink flesh; sweaty bodies sliding over each other as they settled down. After a few moments, Karen pulled the pink shaft from Jenny's wet pussy and rolled onto her back on the grass, her womanly body looking decidedly strange with the large phallus strapped to her crotch.

Jenny and Pam were left on the grass, and slowly sat up. Pam sat forward with a broad smile, taking Jenny's face between her hands.

"That was fucking fantastic, my lovely!" she said, placing a long wet kiss on Jenny's mouth, tasting her own juices. "I look forward to more of that later!"

Pam stood and stretched, her slim body proudly naked in the sunshine, arms above her head.

"I'm for a shower," she announced, padding off to the end of the swimming pool to the open-air shower.

Jenny knelt in the grass, gasping for breath as Karen lay beside her. A shadow fell across them, and Jenny looked up to see Mistress Mort and Miss Quick surveying the two of them. Miss Quick was holding something, and Jenny looked, not surprised in the least to see another dildo. She nodded, and was beginning to bend forward when Mistress Mort spoke.

"Not this time, pet. Stand up."

Jenny obeyed, and Mistress Mort signaled to Miss Quick, who knelt at Jenny's feet holding the dildo. She ordered Jenny to lift her feet, one after the other; and after a moment was dragging the strap-on up Jenny's slender legs, still gleaming with sweat on top of oil.

Jenny watched, half-stunned. The strap-on tool was a thick eight inches of thick black cock; on the side facing Jenny there was what looked like a bunch of grapes on the other, which would clearly rub against her clitoris and pussy lips.

In a moment, the strap-on was fully on, the straps pulled up over her full buttocks. The bunch of grapes pressed teasingly against her pussy, and the thick dildo projected outwards obscenely.

"Time for you to give me what I want," laughed Mistress Mort. "Come over here, and lay down."

Jenny was taken by the hand and led slightly away from Karen before Mistress Mort settled onto the grass, pulling Jenny down beside her. She began to kiss Jenny, fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples. As her tongue slid into Jenny's mouth, Jenny found herself beginning to reciprocate, one hand coming up to explore her Mistress's fleshy mounds.

"Taste them," ordered Mistress Mort after a minute, pressing down on Jenny's head until the blonde ducked, bringing her mouth into line with the large breasts and hard nipples of her current mistress. Jenny didn't hesitate, taking one of the dark brown nipples into her mouth, and sucking deeply. Her hands cupped Mistress Mort's heavy breasts, kneading them like dough.

"Aaah...oooh...that's nice, Pet" murmured Mistress Mort. "I do like to feel a sexy young body like yours against mine. Reach down to my pussy sweetie -- make sure it's nice and wet..."

Switching to the other nipple, Jenny reached down obediently; curling her hand between Mistress Mort's spread legs. Her fingers ran through the thick bush, and sank effortlessly into the older woman's soaking wet pussy -- hardly surprising, given how skilled Miss Quick was at cunnilungus!

"Yes" said Jenny softly, lips finally leaving the hard nipples "you're very wet, Mistress Mort."

"Well, I think it's high time you put that thick cock of yours inside me, Pet. You do want to, don't you?"

"Yes"

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to...put the dildo in you..."

"No sweetie. Try again. What would a man say..."

"I want to -- I want to fuck you! To put my cock in you! Fuck you hard" The words came out of Jenny's mouth faster and faster, each sentence finishing almost desperately before leading on to the next.

Mistress Mort rolled fully onto her back, pulling Jenny's smaller frame on top of her. With her legs spread wide, Jenny fell between them, taking up the male part of the missionary position. She reached down to guide the dildo inside her Mistress's soaking pussy, and pushed, being rewarded with a long moan from Mistress Mort as it slid deep inside.

Jenny began to move back and forth; awkwardly at first, as these were not the movements she usually made during lovemaking. Quickly though, she became accustomed to it, picking up a rhythm to drive the dildo in and out. As she moved, the berries on the inside of the dildo pressed against her pussy and clitoris. If she hadn't been so aroused already, it might have been more annoying than anything else; but in her heightened state, it sent small shocks through her cunt as it teased her clitoris.

Their bodies moved together, firm flesh pressing into Mistress Mort's more mature frame. The two women, both beautiful in their own way, looked stunning to their forgotten audience, the watching Karen, Pam and Tessa. Karen grinned broadly as she watched their soft bodies pressing together, boobs squashing into each other. She hardly noticed Pam pulling Tessa on top of her on a pool lounger, so pleased was she with watching Jenny's progress into lesbian **********.

Karen knelt down next to the two curvaceous women fucking on the grass, whispering into Jenny's ear.

"God, you look so sexy. So fucking sexy, fucking my friend. Your fine ass pumping away between her legs. She's loving it -- aren't you loving it, Dee?" her voice rose at the end.

"Ah! Oh yeah -- so sweet -she's got a lovely cock, and she's getting good at using it!" said Dee.

Jenny began to pant as she fucked her Mistress; not the usual panting of sexual excitement, but simply through the effort of fucking away in the bright sunshine. Sweat covered every inch of her glowing frame, and her face was flushed. Dee began to grunt, and Jenny could tell an orgasm was rising. She felt strangely determined to bring her mistress to orgasm, and ignored the aches in her thighs to thrust harder and harder into the woman beneath her. In another minute, Dee cried aloud, her body tensing as an orgasm rushed through her, and Jenny let her movements slow and stop.

Dee lifted her head, kissing Jenny passionately, before telling her to keep going. Jenny sighed slightly, but got back to work, thrusting away. Dee wasn't satisfied until Jenny had brought her another two orgasms in quick succession, and when they were done, Jenny felt that her legs were burning.

The two women finally rolled apart, gasping for breath, and Jenny clutched at her thighs, aching with cramp. After a moment, Karen knelt beside her, and was rubbing at her thighs, looking almost concerned! Jenny laid back and let Karen work. After a few minutes, the aching was much improved, and Karen had taken off Jenny's strap-on dildo.

"Do your legs feel better, Toy?" came Karen's voice.

Eyes still closed, Jenny nodded, then remembered to say "Yes, Mistress"

"Good. Now to take your mind off your legs, I've got one more treat for you -- I need you to get in the 'Flaunt' position for me -- come on..."

Karen pushed at Jenny's side, helping her to roll over. Remembering the position she had adopted so long ago in the lingerie shop, Jenny brought her arse into the air, knees wide. She pillowed her head on her folded arms, turning her face to one side.

"That's right, Toy" said Karen. "I've got a lovely treat for you now, to reward you for being so obedient. Isn't that nice of me?"

"Yes, Mrs. Mulder" said Jenny.

"I'm going to fuck you, my Toy. Fuck you like you've never been fucked before" said Karen from behind her.

Jenny could sense Karen kneeling down behind her, between Jenny's calves. After a moment, she felt the head of something large pressing at her swollen pussy lips. She pushed back gently, feeling the thick shaft spreading her lips widely. Karen was being strangely gentle, thought Jenny vaguely, before a second sensation hit her.

A second firm object was pressing against her anus, still sensitive from the many fingers which had been in there today. But the fingers had been slender compared with the dildo now pressing against the tight ring. Jenny's eyes opened, and she flinched forwards, but Karen had hold of her hips, riding with her and driving forwards.

Jenny's bottom was suddenly being split, her anal ring stretched as part of the invading dildo slid inside. She gasped, protesting "No!" over and over again. But Karen was having no argument, sliding the twin dildos deeper into her naked sex slave. Jenny's eyes bulged as she felt the two fake cocks drive deeper, both her pussy and bottom stretching to accommodate what felt like huge shafts pressing deeper into them.

"Aaah-uhn! Aah-uhn! Aah-uhn!" cried Jenny as Karen began to rock back and forth; the twin dildos sliding in and then out of her two holes. She felt split in two, but the pain in her bottom was somehow transformed by her arousal, and the cock in her pussy. Soon, the waves of sensation coursing through her body were pure pleasure as Karen rode her.

Jenny felt Karen's firm thighs bouncing against her buttocks as the dominant woman slid the twin strap-ons all the way into her most private places. But Jenny was beyond caring about being used, ******, and humiliated. She wasn't even caring that she had never before had a cock -- real or fake -- in her ass. In fact, she didn't have a coherent thought in her head as Karen expertly pumped her ass and pussy with her strap-on sex toys. All she could feel now was ecstasy; desire, a need to orgasm one last time. Her pussy lips and ass were stretched wide, sending messages of pleasure through her body. Wordlessly, she pressed back against her Mistress, pushing herself deeper still onto the rubber cocks.

Karen watched as Jenny's protestations died away, as she surrendered to the two cocks probing her twin holes. She saw the blonde's face, pressed sideways against the ground, twist with fear, then pain, then melt into an expression of pure, hungry desire. She felt Jenny begin to press back onto her, and grinned, quickening her strokes.

Jenny's mind exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors as her first anal orgasm blasted through her. But Karen was merciless, continuing to fuck her beautiful slave, and Jenny's orgasms came again and again.

Jenny moaned deliriously, unable to think at all on the crest of the amazing sensations Karen was bringing her. She could hardly breathe, and as color flash-bulbs went off in her head, it grew suddenly dark, and she was still.

....

Jenny woke a little later. She saw blue sky above her, and was momentarily confused. She realized she was lying on the grass, a cool breeze blowing over her naked body, and remembered where she was. Slowly, she sat up. She heard a voice calling her name, and looked around to see the four women splashing in the swimming pool, calling her over.

Unsteadily, Jenny stood up and tottered over to the pool, sitting down on the edge before lowering herself into the cool water. The water felt cold, and flowed over her skin like soothing silk. Her nipples tightened once more as they were chilled.

"Jenny," called Karen. "Good to see you up and about!"

"That looked like fun," called Mistress Gray, her dark hair slicked back over her head. She laid relaxed back, arms out of the side of the pool, her small breasts just above the water.

Miss Quick swam up beside Jenny and winked at her. "That looked like an amazing orgasm!" she said excitedly. "I've never seen anybody faint like that during sex -- I thought it was just something people made up for books."

Jenny blushed slightly. "I...er...I think I was pretty hot in the sun and everything..." she mumbled.

"Well, next time I want my turn" said the younger girl with a pout. "I think I missed out today, not getting to play with you properly -- so next time, you're going down on me first! Right?" she asked almost fiercely.

"Um -- yeah -- sure" said Jenny, not looking her in the eye. Miss Quick squealed with delight, throwing her arms about Jenny and planting a wet kiss on her cheek; young breasts pressing into Jenny's side.

"It's a date!" said Miss Quick with excitement.

The other women were much calmer already, and soon Jenny had relaxed and calmed down a little. She swam gently, feeling the ache from her bottom with every kick of her legs. Her pussy felt well-stretched, and she wondered vaguely as to the size of the dildo Karen had penetrated her with.

Before long, Mistress Mort announced that she and Tessa would be leaving soon. Everyone got out of the pool, as Mistress Gray said she would do the same. They were all friendly to Jenny, giving her a hug or a kiss, although still no-one called her by her name, and all three mentioned 'the next time' as though it was a foregone conclusion that there would be one.

Before she left, Miss Quick snuck a small note into Jenny's hand with a final kiss, almost shyly this time.

As she walked the other women out of the house, Karen ordered Jenny to tidy up, and she obediently began walking around, picking up cups, dildos and tubes of lubricant. Walking naked around the garden, she found the double strap-on which Karen had used on her. The uppermost dildo was surprisingly normal-sized; about seven inches long and an inch thick; whilst the lower one was double the thickness and about ten inches long. She could barely close her fingers around it -- no wonder her pussy was sore!

Finishing her chore, Jenny read the note Miss Quick had slipped her -- "That was fun. Glad to have someone like you to play with. Call me if you want to play, just the two of us. Tessa. 224-7683'

Jenny stared at the note, before folding it into her hand. What was happening to her? She was -- she was tempted! Not just a little bit either -- she really wanted to get along with that sexy girl who had licked her pussy so well! She was a married woman -- and Tessa was almost young enough to be her ********!

She finished tidying and carried the tray of sex toys back inside, her tiny bikini dangling from one hand.

It was getting late, and Karen was bound to let her go before their husbands got home -- but what would she make her do tomorrow?

Jenny arrived at home before anyone else, and ran straight into the shower. Under the hot spray, she scrubbed her hair to get out the mud and grass that had been rubbed in as she was fucked on the ground by Karen and her friends. Once her hair was clean, she took her favourite shower cream, with ylang-ylang and cinnamon, and began to clean herself. Her hands roamed over the body she had spent so many years keeping in shape, cleaning her breasts and between her thighs with extra care.

Slowly, as her head cleared, she became aware of messages from her body - the dull aches in her pussy and her ass; the stretched muscles in her thighs and her jaw; the mild tingling of her shoulders. Looking around, she saw a slight pinkness to her shoulder blades.

Well, at least that was something she could work on, she thought to herself. Shutting the shower off, she wrapped herself in a towelling robe and went through to her bedroom.

Jenny sat on the bed with her best moisturiser for her face, and rich body butter for the rest of her. After delicately stroking the moisturiser over her high cheekbones and smooth forehead, she flipped the robe off to sit nude on the bed.

She took the body butter, and began to thoroughly smooth it into her skin, rubbing the creamy substance into the slightly sensitive skin of her back, where she had caught the sun. Then, she rubbed it over her arms, before moving down to her breasts. She sighed slightly - she had always been proud of her boobs; always jutting upwards, firm and proud. She had taken good care of them, wearing well-designed support underwear, and regularly using body butter or other creams to keep the skin supple.

Jenny had thought that only her husband would see her naked breasts after they were married, and kind of liked the idea that they were special to him. But now, they had been admired and caressed by a group of women - strangers, apart from Karen. She wasn't really sure how she felt about that really - she knew she should have hated it; she should have been angry - insanely angry - but she couldn't deny how good it had felt; how many orgasms she had had as the women played with her body.

Jenny had never had a sexual thought about women before, and wasn't really sure how to handle what she had experienced today. Despite what it looked like she was doing in the video that Karen had dug up from her past, Jenny had really been pretty unaware of what was happening that night. She and her friends had gone out in the city, gotten ***** with a bunch of guys, and ended up smoking dope and kissing each other. And more...

But that had been *****en stupidity, a bit of a laugh at the time, and a huge embarrassment afterwards. Jenny had thrown herself back at Kyle after that night, quickly marrying him, and never really dealt with the experiences which she had had.

She certainly had never looked at another woman sexually before, but these last two days - especially today! As she ran greasy fingers along her smooth legs, Jenny remembered the bodies of the women that afternoon - Karen's dark figure holding Jenny naked on her lap; the mature softness of Mistress Mort; the long legs and small high breasts of Mistress Gray; and particularly the curved pertness of the beautiful young Miss Quick...

Jenny's eyes had closed, and she lay back on the bed, the fingers of one hand gently stroking between her legs...a single nail stimulating the outer lips of her pussy...advancing alongside a second finger into her already wet pussy...

Her breathing quickened as she stimulated herself, fingers pressing in until her knuckles pressed against her clitoris...

The jangling phone shocked Jenny out of her trance, and she jumped up in a panic before realising what the sound was. She took a moment to calm herself before picking up the phone.

"Hello?" she said as calmly as she could.

"Hello, Jenny" came Karen's voice, her husky tones drawling softly. "I looked out of the front window and saw you were still all alone. And I didn't want my close friend to be lonely..."

"Um...thank you Karen. I'm fine" said Jenny, a little too quickly.

"Really? Because you sound a bit out of breath - what were you doing?" came the reply.

"Just, um, showering. My hair was all grassy," said Jenny half-truthfully.

Karen wasn't fooled at all. "Really?" she asked again, wonder in her tone. "Because I think you were doing something else..."

"I was... Moisturising - I'm a bit sunburnt on my shoulders," said Jenny desperately.

"And..."

Jenny didn't answer.

"And where were you 'moisturising' when I called? Where, exactly, were your fingers?" came Karen's relentless probing.

Jenny tried to think of an answer, but she knew Karen had guessed the truth somehow, just from listening to Jenny speak.

"I was... They were... In my... In my pussy, Karen" said Jenny, dejectedly.

"Ah, ah, ah!" came a warning tut.

"I mean Miss Mulder. In my pussy, Miss Mulder."

"I knew it!" came Karen's crowing voice. "Never try and get away with that again, my little slave-slut! I can read you like a book. Are you naked?"

Jenny nodded. "Yes Miss Mulder." she said sheepishly.

"Have you got a speakerphone in your bedroom?" Karen asked.

Jenny had to look to see. "Yes"

"Put me on speakerphone and get on the bed."

Jenny did this, sitting cautiously on the bedside.

"So Jenny, has Kyle seen your pussy since you shaved it?" asked Karen.

"No - he got home late last night, and was tired."

"Hmmmm. Has he ever asked you to shave it?"

"When we were younger I shaved, before having the kids."

"So it's been a while then. Tell me about your sex life..."

"It's - its fine. Good. We have sex most weekends" said Jenny with embarrassment.

"Sounds a bit stale, don't you think? Does he go down on you?"

"No. Not for a long time."

"I bet you'd like him to, though."

"Yes," said Jenny honestly.

"Did you like it when Tessa went down on you this afternoon?"

Jenny hesitated, but after a warning prompt from the speaker phone, admitted the truth.

"Yes."

"What were you thinking about when you were playing with yourself just now?"

Jenny thought about lying, but knew that Karen would see straight through her.

"I was thinking about this afternoon. I was thinking about the sex. About all the naked bodies."

"And that was getting you hot?"

"Uh-huh. I was remembering Miss Quick's body, and her breasts."

"Are you touching yourself?"

"No."

"Start touching yourself, like you were earlier. Then keep telling me what you were thinking."

Jenny's traitorous fingers slid to her pussy, and she lay back on the bed with a sigh.

"I was remembering Miss Quick... Kneeling in front of me... Her tongue in my pussy whilst... Whilst Mistress Gray played with my bottom."

Jenny lifted her fingers from her damp slit to run them gently across her clitoris with a soft sigh.

"What was she doing with your bottom?" asked Karen. Jenny could almost hear her grinning, but hardly cared.

"She put her fingers in. Into my bottom. Playing with me..."

Jenny was using two hands now; one to tease her clitoris, and the other to delve deep into her wet, hungry pussy.

"Did you enjoy that?" came the inevitable question.

"Yes," Jenny replied, sighing as her fingers slid in and out between her wet lower lips.

"And what about later? When you were kneeling down with me behind you..."

Jenny swallowed hesitantly, not wanting to admit it.

"Did you like that?"

"Yes" said Jenny with a slight sob. Her fingers moved faster as the words spilled out. "It was amazing. Being fucked by you... I was so turned on... I came so hard..."

"Being watched by my friends as you came."

"Yes." said Jenny, her breath rising. "I was so turned on..." she repeated, arching slightly off the bed.

"Jenny, I want you to 'Flaunt' yourself for me... Put your head near the phone." Karen ordered.

Jenny stopped her scissoring fingers for a moment, and then pulled them out with a pop. Karen had taught her that command earlier today - a specific position she had to adopt.

Obediently, she rolled onto her knees, placing her head on the pillows. She brought her legs up and her belly down, knees wide apart, her nude ass sticking up in the air.

"Are you in the position?" came Karen's voice.

"Yes." said Jenny breathlessly.

"Good. Now, put your fingers back into your pussy."

Jenny did as she was told with a soft moan as she pushed three sticky fingers into her pussy.

"Push them in and out. Tell me how it feels"

"Oh! It feels good. So good." In and out, in and out.

"You're naked, on your knees for me, fucking yourself for me, imagining they're my fingers sliding into you. Tell me how good that makes you feel."

"Ahhh... It feels so good... Being fucked by you... So good..."

Jenny was quickly losing herself. It was so easy for her now, so soon after Karen had blackmailed her, to just forget about that, and just enjoy being submissive to her dominant black neighbour. She could really believe it was Karen's fingers in her pussy, driving into her G-spot, knuckles rubbing her clit...

"Put the fingers of your other hand in your mouth. Then put them behind you..."

Jenny obeyed, guessing with excitement what was coming.

"Push two fingers into your ass. Fuck your ass for me..."

Jenny gasped as she pushed the first two fingers of her left hand against the tight ring of her bottom. She focussed on relaxing her tight anus, and with just a little more effort, her moistened fingers slid inside. Now, she was pumping both of her holes; one hand behind her back to reach her ass, the other under her belly as it rubbed at her pussy.

"Have you got your fingers in your ass, Toy?" came Karen's voice. She sounded a little breathless.

"Yes! Yes, Miss Mulder..."

"Imagine it's me behind you...I'm pushing my fingers in your ass... Stroking your clitoris...pumping in and out of your gaping, wet pussy..."

Jenny gasped. As she masturbated herself, her neighbour's voice washed over her, and she pictured Karen kneeling naked behind her, playing with her, getting ready to fuck both her holes at once with her strap-on dildo...

"Are you thinking of me?"

"God yes! Behind me! Ready to fuck me... Fuck me hard!"

"Do you want me to fuck you, Jenny? To slip my rubber cock into your pussy, your ass, and your mouth?"

"Yes!" cried Jenny. "I want you to fuck me so much!" she begged.

"What will you do for me, slave" asked Karen.

"Anything...please...please make me come..."

"I will, Jenny. I'll fuck you so good, your head will spin. I'll make you beg for more. I'll make you my slave, and you'll thank me. You'll suck my pussy, and push your tongue into my ass. You're going to do whatever I want, and you're going to love it. Aren't you?"

Jenny couldn't think of anything but her impending orgasm, already beginning to crest over her.

"Yes, Miss Mulder... I'll do anything... Whatever you want...please make me come" she begged.

There was several seconds pause whilst Jenny thrust fingers in and out of herself blindly, before the answer came.

"You can come now, slave"

Jenny's reserve broke, and a massive orgasm swept over her. She screamed as surging currents ran through her body from head to toe, her whole being consumed in the inferno. She bucked and kicked, fingers finally coming free as she spasmed against the bed.

Jenny lay gasping, and across the phone she heard that Karen was panting too, hearing her groan as her own orgasm played out.

They lay for a minute, listening to each other breathe, before Karen spoke.

"Slave, I want you to put your pussy fingers in your mouth. Lick them clean."

Without hesitation, Jenny did what she was told. A warm, tangy flavour filled her mouth, and she sucked greedily. Her own juices tasted even better than those of Karen, or Mistress Gray. She moaned with pleasure as Karen spoke again.

"Well, it seems you'll have to shower again, dear. But first, we need to talk about you showing your husband some of the new things you've been learning..."

Jenny slept late the next morning. Fortunately, the kids could take care of themselves in the morning, and Kyle had gone in to work whistling happily.

Last night had been so much better than she had expected. She had been so excited at being told what to do, and Kyle had been so willing to experiment. She couldn't help but be grateful - and to Karen, of all people!

She stretched, feeling the ache between her legs that always followed really good sex, as well as a less familiar ache coming from her bottom. Yesterday had been the first time Kyle - or any man - had taken her there; and she had had the most amazing orgasm.

Jenny got up, pulling on the thin silk robe that she liked to wear when she was alone in the house; which clung to her ample curves and made her feel sexy. She wandered downstairs, putting on the kettle for a cup of coffee and pouring herself a glass of orange juice.

There was a knock at the front door, and Jenny knew immediately who it would be. She looked through the spy hole in the door to find herself gazing at a dark cleavage. Opening the door, she smiled at Karen quite genuinely.

The taller woman was wearing a plunging blouse with a bra that lifted her dark-skinned breasts upwards, giving her a generous cleavage. She looked cool, composed, and almost regal.

Jenny invited her in, noticing that Karen was carrying a paper bag from the local deli, smelling of warm pastry.

"I thought I'd come over early today, make the most of the morning." said Karen with a wide grin.

"I brought Danish pastries, so we can have breakfast whilst you tell me about last night."

"Um...sure. Okay. Coffee?"

"Sure," said Karen, eyes roaming over Jenny's barely clad form. "Nice robe."

Jenny blushed. "I should put something else on," she said reflexively.

"Why bother?" said Karen. "The closer you are to naked, the better for me..."

Karen grinned broadly, and Jenny's blush deepened. She felt her nipples tighten under the silk robe, and knew Karen would have noticed. Nothing seemed to get by her!

She turned away, using the coffee as an excuse not to look Karen in the eye. A minute later, with two steaming mugs in hand, she had to face Karen again, and they sat down in the breakfast room.

Karen had laid out a couple of Danish pastries on the coffee table, and leaned forward to pick up her coffee.

"So, how did it go? Tell me everything" enquired Karen shamelessly.

As if she didn't know, thought Jenny. Karen had told her what to do, after all...

"Well, we had the house to ourselves, as the kids were at friends houses...."

...

Jenny had cooked a tasty, if light meal for her husband, before suggesting she give him a neck-rub. Massage being one of his favourite treats, he'd gladly accepted, and had taken off his shirt so she could use one of their favorite 'Lush' massage oil bars.

With Kyle sitting on the floor in front of her, Jenny sat on the couch and worked away on Kyle's neck for twenty minutes, gently easing the tension out of his shoulders. At first, she worked hard at the knots in his shoulders, but soon was able to lighten her touch, running her hands up into his hair, and down his arms. Gently, she kissed the back of his neck, and he smiled.

After a few more minutes of this, Kyle murmured that she should stop if she didn't want him to get worked up, and Jenny laughed.

"I've been wanting to get you worked up since before you got home! Why do you think I sent the kids out?"

Kyle half-turned around. "So what's brought this on?" he asked with a smile, only then realizing that his wife was wearing lipstick and earrings, with her hair pinned up they way he liked.

"Well..." Jenny hesitated, but thought quickly how Karen had suggested she approach this. "I spent some time at the mall with some of the other bored housewives, and we pretty much spent the whole time talking about sex."

"What!" laughed Kyle. "Come on!"

"It's true! A couple of the girls aren't married, and we were talking about their boyfriends - and you know girls will talk about everything - and pretty soon, it was just sex, sex, sex. It made me realize we've maybe let things slide a bit."

"I - I don't think we've let things slide." said Kyle defensively.

"Oh darling," said Jenny, throwing her arms around him from behind. "I don't mean it as a criticism. And I really appreciate everything you provide for us. But you do work incredibly hard, and it tires you out. I mean, can you remember the last time we had sex, and it wasn't the weekend?"

"Well..."

"So there I was thinking what a sexy husband I've got, and how maybe I need to remind him how sexy I find him from time to time..." said Jenny into his ear.

Kyle smiled a little; he had always been a bit of a sucker for compliments.

Jenny kissed his neck just below his ear. "And I do find you really sexy," she murmured.

Jenny sat forwards, spreading her legs either side of Kyle's chest to bring him between them, and leaned down, running her hands over his well-muscled chest. She brought her head down to speak softly into his other ear.

"Some of the girls were talking about things that got me really horny," she whispered. "You'd be amazed what some of our neighbors did when they were younger."

Kyle smiled, his hands taking a gently hold on Jenny's ankles, appreciating the well-shaven smoothness of her bare legs. She was wearing a short white skirt he hadn't seen her wear in a long time, which only reached halfway down her thighs when she sat.

"Do you remember in Maui when I surprised you?" asked Jenny.

Kyle nodded slowly, his ears pricking up.

...

"What happened in Maui?" interrupted Karen, delicately licking flakes of pastry from her well-manicured black fingers.

"It was our honeymoon. I'd shaved myself for a surprise. That was the first time he went down on me." said Jenny. "But I guess when Erin came along, I stopped - and Kyle didn't really go down on me much afterwards either. I guess I just figured it was about me being a mom - but maybe he just preferred me shaved. Do you know, he never said!"

"Did you ever ask?"

"No, I guess not. But I did miss it from time to time."

"So anyway, you told him you were shaved? And then what?"

"Well, once he realized what I meant, he turned right around, still on the floor between my legs, and kind of stared at me, then looked down at my lap. He slowly ran his hands up my legs, till he lifted up that short skirt I was wearing..."

...

Kyle's mouth opened in lust and appreciation as he revealed his beautiful wife's freshly shaved thighs, coming together to join at her pubis, where her pretty pussy lips gleamed with a tracing of soft, musky juice. He looked up at her for a moment, and then lowered his gaze again. His neck bent, and his head began to crane down towards the gleaming lips, seeking out the juices he craved.

Jenny watched, almost ********** by the sight of her hunky husband, shirtless, bending his head down to her lower lips. She could hardly believe his response - she thought he had hated going down on her but - oh! There he was...

Kyle's tongue slid out again, caressing Jenny's lower lips tenderly, tasting the sweet nectar of her arousal. Again and again he licked, his strokes becoming bolder, tongue pushing inside her sweet pussy.

Jenny moaned. Why hadn't she shaved herself after the kids were born? God, if she'd known the effect it would have on him... His tongue probed her, lighting up sparks in her head, even if he lacked the skill displayed earlier that same day by the young Miss Quick.

Kyle nuzzled at his wife's now flowing pussy, savoring the juices coming from her wet pussy. He reached up, pulling at her blouse. After a moment, her hands joined his to manage the tiny buttons, and Jenny shrugged off the blouse, revealing her large breasts clad in one of her lightest, laciest bras.

As Kyle groped at her breasts, Jenny reached down to undo the belt and clasp of her wraparound skirt, leaving her nude but for the flimsy white bra. As Kyle's strong hands groped her breasts, slowly ******* the bra off, she slid a hand around and down to press a slender finger onto her swollen clitoris.

"Oh, lick me here..." she murmured, showing Kyle where to go. Dutifully, he began to stroke and tease her swollen cherry with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure through her body, almost painful in their intensity.

"Aaaaahhhhhh" cried Jenny, a soft moan of delight as she clamped her nude legs around her husband's head.

Kyle kept working away, his tongue diving deep into his wife before rising out to sweep gently over her clitoris; back and forth a half-dozen times before his desire to fully taste her sweet pussy overcame him and he dove back into the grand sweeps of her pussy. The overall effect was almost excruciating for Jenny, as she became more and more aroused, but wasn't able to reach the peaks of stimulation needed to bring her to orgasm.

Within a few minutes, Jenny pushed her husband back, hunger in her eyes as she fixed him with a level gaze.

"Fuck me" she gasped hungrily, lying back on the couch, and opening her legs wide. Her pussy glistened with saliva and pussy-juice, the wet lips swollen and pink.

Kyle stared, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His wife laid naked, legs spread-eagled in front of him, her ample chest heaving above her flat stomach and gaping wet pussy.

His hands couldn't move fast enough, pulling at his fly and pushing his trousers down to his ankles and off.

Jenny watched through half open eyes, as her husband revealed his erect cock, seven inches of slim, hard shaft topped with an uncut purple head. He knelt between her open thighs and positioned his cock at her pussy, thrusting into her in a single motion.

Jenny cried out with joy as her husband's beautiful cock filled her up, the way it had for so many years. This was the moment she loved, the sudden sensation of being penetrated, her pussy stretched and every nerve suddenly calling out for attention...

...

"Oh yeah... that's hot" said Karen approvingly, as Jenny paused for a mouthful of coffee. The black woman still held her own cup, but the other hand was cupping and squeezing a heavy breast inside her light jacket, teasing and pulling on the nipple.

"So how is Kyle at going down?" asked Karen shamelessly.

"God, it felt good..." said Jenny "He hasn't done it for so long - I don't know why. Maybe he doesn't like doing it without me being shaved. It's like he was SO hungry for me - actually I just wanted him to concentrate on me, not on what he fancied."

"Do you think that Tessa was maybe better?" asked Karen.

Jenny dropped her eyes and nodded. "But it was still good!" she said **********. "And when he pushed inside me...it's just the best thing to have sex with someone you really love..."

Karen shrugged, love not really being a major feature of her relationship with her own husband.

"So that was the start. Tell me how you got on...you know what I want to hear. And whilst you're talking..."

...

Kyle thrust away, driving in and out of his beautiful wife, lying back on the couch. She had got rid of the bra completely, and with every thrust, her breasts rolled upwards, bouncing up and down. She reached forward with a hand, grabbing one of his own to pull herself up into a sitting position. He bent down, and they kissed passionately, tongues inter-twining.

Jenny fixed her husband once more with a hungry, lust-filled gaze. As he thrust into her, she held herself up close to his face.

"Baby..." she murmured. "I love the feeling of you fucking me."

Kyle managed a slight smile, before his face got back to the half-grimace he tended to adopt when he was focused on having sex.

"Do you know what else the girls were talking about? Something you once said you wanted?"

Kyle looked confused. "No..."

Jenny pulled his head down so that she could whisper in his ear.... "Dee Mort says she likes to get fucked in her ass!..."

There was a long pause as she leaned back. Kyle looked at her, somewhat shocked, and his thrusts slowed down. After several seconds, Jenny spoke again.

"Tessa said that she liked it to. She said her husband begged her to let him fuck her ass."

Kyle swallowed slowly.

Jenny continued her slow, seductive suggestions. "They said every guy fantasises about it - and I remembered that you did once, too..."

Kyle moved his hips slowly now. "I thought you didn't like the idea of...it"

"I didn't. But...I've been thinking about it all day."

Jenny sat up decisively, giving her stunned husband a shove that pushed him out of her, and sitting back on his haunches. She stood, and turned, showing him her pert bottom. Slowly, she knelt in front of him, her heavy breasts pressing into the couch, and her knees moving apart.

She knelt for a few seconds, and there was complete silence. She turned to look over her shoulder at Kyle, clearly knocked for a loop.

"Don't you want it?" she purred seductively.

Kyle knelt up, his cock bigger than ever, shining with her sweet juices. He stammered something about being sure, and Jenny finally frowned with frustration.

"Kyle! I'm ready now, but this could be a one-time offer, so just get your ass over here and...oh!"

Kyle moved forward, his cock sliding halfway into her wet slit. But that wasn't where it would stay...

With his left hand holding Jenny's hips, Kyle took his cock in his right hand, and guided it to his sexy wife's puckered hole. He pressed his hips forwards, pushing the swollen shaft against her anal rim, slowly pushing inside.

Jenny gasped as her husband slowly pushed into her ass, pressing backwards hungrily. Finally his head passed her sphincter, and she squealed as several inches slid inside at once.

"Oooohhhhaaahhhhhh!!!"

Kyle froze, and they were a momentary tableau, a study in priapic lust as the muscular man's hard shaft penetrated his curvaceous wife's tight bottom.

Once Jenny calmed down enough, Kyle slowly started to push inside again, and groaned at the tightness of her anal sphincter.

Jenny moaned continuously, pausing only to gulp a breath as she felt her ass penetrated deeply by her husband. His cock was a pretty similar size to Karen's dildo, but it felt so different - so sexy and dirty to be taken like this, even by the man she loved. It felt like she was being split open as he fucked her.

Slowly her husband slid back out, bringing the head of his swollen cock to press against the inside of her rectal sphincter, before pushing back in. They groaned in unison.

With great care, Kyle held Jenny by her hips and gently rocked back and forth, thrusting his hard cock in and out. Jenny panted, her back shimmering with a sheen of sweat. Between her legs, a trickle of juice ran down the inside of her thigh from her open sex, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air. Her breasts pressed into the couch, the rough material scratching the tender flesh; and her head pushed against the back of the couch as her husband pushed her forwards.

It didn't take long before the aroused couple was approaching their very different orgasms. Jenny was so sensitive, her anus so stretched already that she felt Kyle's cock grow stiffer and more swollen yet, and she could tell he was close to coming. She felt a heaviness in the base of her belly, a knot growing tighter as an anal orgasm approached, and she began to move, thrusting back in an effort to reach orgasm before Kyle did.

Jenny bucked back and forth, her excitement growing, and as Kyle howled behind her, his cock-head swelled and jerked, erupting deep inside her, the most amazing orgasm crested over her, an eruption of pleasure that rose from the depths of her spine, leaving her stunned and exhausted.

....

"Wow" said Karen. She sat back in her chair, jacket open. Underneath she wore only a push-up transparent purple bra, giving her dark breasts a magnificent cleavage. Her nipples were swollen, and she teased them with one hand. The other lay between her thighs, where her skirt had ridden up to expose matching transparent purple panties. She stroked her pussy gently through the thin fabric.

"That was such a sexy story. Did you find it a turn-on telling me?" she asked.

"Yes" said Jenny awkwardly. Karen had made her expose herself during the story; first pulling the silk robe open to expose her breasts, then opening her crossed legs to expose her pussy. Now she was completely nude once more, legs open wide, hands behind her head. She couldn't be more exposed, and her skin tingled as Karen's gaze roamed across her.

"Good girl. I'm glad you're enjoying sharing with me," said Karen. "Now get on your knees and crawl over here."

Without the slightest surprise or hesitation, Jenny unlocked her hands from behind her head and slid onto her knees on the soft carpet, before padding over between Karen's legs on hands and feet.

"Can you smell my pussy?" asked Karen softly.

"Yes"

"Does it smell good?"

A moment's hesitation. "Yes."

"Take my panties off"

Jenny knelt up, and reached under Karen's butt, which she lifted to allow Jenny's hands to pull off the filmy, sticky panties. Karen's swollen pussy lips gleamed, clean shaven with a neat bush of hair above them.

"Come closer so you can smell me" ordered Karen gently. Obediently Jenny moved closer, bringing her face close to Karen's wet pussy. Just inches away.

"Closer..." whispered Karen.

Jenny's face got closer still. Two inches. An inch. Her face was hovering above the swollen sex lips of her neighbor, and she seemed to sway softly. Karen didn't move, or say anything. For a minute they were frozen in tableau; the only sound Jenny's increasingly laboured breathing. Eventually Jenny's willpower was drained. With a whimper, she pressed forward, her open mouth eagerly seeking out Karen's moistness.

Jenny's tongue slid out, pushing deeply into Karen, savouring her earthy taste, the spicy musk of her sex. Jenny moaned, her lips pressed against Karen's pussy, draining her of every drop she could reach; her tongue stretching deep inside, painfully stretching at the root.

Eventually Karen moaned too, having been holding herself back whilst Jenny submitted herself willingly, hungrily seeking Karen's pussy without a request or order from the dominant black woman. This was a turning point for her. Karen moaned, legs closing about her pale slave; one hand falling behind Jenny's head to stroke her possessively.

"Oh yes... that's it... oh you're a sexy bitch... my little slave... my slut... my dirty little slut - so hungry for me... you couldn't wait to taste me, could you...oh!.. Oh yeah...just there..."

Karen convulsed lightly, gasping as a mini-orgasm swept through her, but managed to hold back from a full orgasm, wanting the tension to build. Slowly she got more and more aroused, as the smaller woman between her thighs probed her every crevice with her eager tongue. Karen began to pant, letting the pressure build this time, letting it carry her...OVER!

Karen came explosively, bucking in her chair as she crushed Jenny between her strong thighs. Her pelvis thrust back and forth, and she cried out. Jenny fell back as Karen's legs weakened, and watched Karen jerk and gasp as her orgasm surged and finally collapsed, leaving the black woman gasping for breath, almost falling out of her chair. Jenny knelt naked at Karen's feet, waiting patiently for her mistress to recover.

It took a couple of minutes before Karen regained the breath to speak, but eventually she recovered; standing up and pulling Jenny to her feet. She reached down and kissed Jenny passionately, tasting her own juices on the blond woman's lips. Karen looked her in the eye and spoke.

"That was unbelievable. That was probably the best orgasm I've ever had, and some of the best head."

Jenny smiled, actually proud.

"I think you've found your real talent, sweetie - and I think it's something you enjoy."

Jenny looked away shyly, showing herself still a little conflicted. Karen took her softly by the chin and turned her back to face her.

"Thank you," she said earnestly, kissing Jenny again. "I hope you'll do that for me willingly for a long time to come."

Jenny stared at her, breathless and confused. After a moment, Karen grinned like a cat that got thoroughly creamed.

"We should go out. I had an idea earlier, and want to try it out - take a ride into the country. I liked your slip - nice and easy access!" Karen laughed. "Why not put on a wrap, that black one you wore at Peter's barbeque? Don't bother with anything underneath" she purred.

Jenny nodded wordlessly, and after a moment, turned and went upstairs...

They left town in Karen's convertible Mercedes, and began driving out of town on the interstate, heading west. The sun was bright in the sky today, and they could feel the wind in their hair. Soon enough, Jenny noticed the toots of car horns and truckers. Karen grinned, having been looking forward to this.

"Jenny lets give those truckers a show. Undo the top of your dress"

"Karen, please... be reasonable...these guys could be anyone... they could be crazies, druggies, anything..." begged Jenny weakly. She knew she wouldn't win this or any other argument right now.

Karen laughed. "Sweetie, this is a Mercedes. As soon as I want to lose one of these guys, they're dust! So sit back and let's show these guys what they want to see!"

Slightly reassured, Jenny unbuttoned the top half of her dress. The warm sun felt good, but the breeze was cool, and soon Jenny's nipples were erect.

"Sweetheart, you have the finest breasts I've ever seen." Karen said approvingly. "Now pull the seatbelt down so it isn't cutting between them."

Karen allowed her speed to drift down, seeing a truck approaching from behind on the right.

Karen tooted her horn as the truck approached, waving her right hand up in the air.

As the truck levelled with them, Karen gave Jenny more instructions, and after a moment's hesitation, the blonde obediently turned and waved at the trucker, who whooped and sounded his air horn furiously. Karen kept level with him for a minute before gunning forwards, leaving the heavy truck behind quickly.

As they passed another truck, Karen commented on Jenny's erect nipples. "My, my, are we enjoying ourselves? I really love those nipples. And so do these guys." She said, waving at the truck alongside them; two guys in their twenties driving an overloaded pickup.

The Mercedes pulled away again. Another truck was half a mile ahead of them and it would take a minute or so to catch up.

"Jenny, open the dress the rest of the way."

Over the last couple of days, Jenny had learnt that Karen would never back down just because Jenny begged her to. For now, Karen was in charge, and Jenny reluctantly unfastened the remaining buttons.

Once the dress was fully undone, Karen asked for more. "Okay, open the dress - and spread your legs as wide as you can. Put your arms out wide - put one around my shoulder."

Naked, her skin goose-pimpled from the wind even in the warm sunshine, Jenny spread her legs and arms as the Mercedes pulled abreast of the truck cab. The trucker swerved, nearly crashing into the Mercedes as the truck driver stared at the beautiful naked blonde spreading her legs, apparently just for him.

Karen kept the Mercedes abreast of the truck for about two minutes. "Blow him a kiss!" Karen commanded Jenny. The truck tooted his horn appreciatively. "Now, lift those tit up for him... show him how big they are. Oh, he's loving that!" she laughed as she sped off once more.

Karen giggled. She loved showing off her submissive slave; and Jenny just had the most phenomenal body. Even in her mid-thirties, the mom-of-two had a body like a centrefold and could, if she were so inclined, make a fortune doing sexy modelling.

Levelling at another truck, they were rewarded with roars of approval from the young guy driving.

"Hey, he's cute! Let's give him a real show, Jenny - put your fingers between your legs." Ordered Karen relentlessly.

Jenny looked at her with an anguished expression.

"Just do it!" she was told firmly.

Jenny reluctantly did what she was told, stroking between her legs with her right hand; her left hand remaining around Karen's shoulder.

The Mercedes paced the heavy truck as Jenny slid her fingers in and out of her pussy, to the visible delight of the guy driving alongside them.

"That's beautiful, sweetie. Now put those sticky fingers in your mouth..." Karen ordered. The young driver was left staring open-mouthed at the hot woman licking her own juices from her fingers as the engine roared, the powerful car easily pulling away. This was the last truck, as less than two miles further on; she took the off-ramp, quickly leaving the freeway behind.

In just a few minutes, after a few sharp turns, they were on a gravel road leading up into the hills. As the car turned sharply, the seatbelt cut into Jenny's soft tummy, and she cried out.

"Oh, sorry," said Karen honestly. She slowed down, and drove a further ten minutes down the track before eventually pulling into a small clearing by the road to park, with no other cars in sight. The two women sat in the car, and Karen turned to her submissive plaything.

"Slip the dress off the rest of the way - it's time for our walk, Jenny" the brunette ordered.

"What do you mean?" asked Jenny. "Do you mean you want me to walk around naked?"

"Of course! This is a beautiful secluded spot," said Karen, not mentioning the much bigger car park just 500 yards beyond this one. "You can get an all-over tan, and we can have a private out-of-doors photo session."

Jenny sighed. She supposed that it could have been much worse. She'd been terrified that Karen would let one of the truck drivers follow them off the freeway, and then who knows what would have happened... And anyway, Karen had so many photos that a few more would make no difference. She would have to play along for now.

"I've got a costume for you," said Karen. "I saw some bits and pieces when we were shopping, and remembered a fantasy an old boyfriend of mine had. Kind of a weird one, but I can see the appeal..."

Karen reached into the glove compartment, and pulled out a collar, made of two inch-wide soft fabric and covered with mirrored sequins, gleaming in the sunlight.

Karen handed the collar to Jenny. Jenny accepted the collar as much as she accepted her fate and put it around her neck, snapping it in place. There was a quartet of matching bracelets too, stretching around her wrists and ankles, gleaming in the morning sunlight.

Karen looked Jenny over and said, "Sit still and look at me."

Karen pulled out her make-up case, and worked on Jenny for several minutes, decorating her face and nails.

Soon, Jenny wore blusher, green eye-shadow, and deep rust-brown lipstick. The same lipstick was used to coat her nipples as well. Karen used a fascinator to pin her blonde hair back so that it tumbled down her back. The fascinator was also silver, decorated with white feathers, thrusting into the air from between Jenny's golden hair.

Jenny glanced at herself in the mirror, and was surprised to see how beautiful she looked - she kind of expected Karen to make her look cheap!

Right on cue, Karen handed her the love balls she had walked around with yesterday.

"Put these in your cunt, Jenny," said Karen pleasantly. The blonde hesitated, but did what she was told, squeezing the love-balls into her hairless pussy, still a little sticky after she had played with it in the car.

"Ok, let's go," said Karen. She got out of the car, and went round to the back, opening the trunk. Jenny looked around, but saw no sign of life. She sighed - she was in a convertible anyway! Reluctantly, she got out of the car, and padded round to Karen. Finally, her tormentor held out a pair of beautiful, translucent fairy-wings and motioned for her to turn around. The wings had loops, which hooked over her arms, leaving her breasts exposed. In moments, the blonde mom-of-two was transformed into a beautiful fairy.

Even Karen was a little taken back by the beauty of her new plaything. Naked, Jenny's body was curvaceous blonde perfection; her legs long and slim, buttocks high and natural breasts that a porn star would have envied. But with the make-up, and the feathery spray of the fascinator from her hair, she had an ethereal quality, truly like a queen of the fairies. Karen felt the dampness of her own pussy build as she gazed at her captive's heavy breasts and the decorated nipples.

"I'm going to have to call you Titania - queen of the fairies," Karen laughed.

"Come on Titania," she ordered. Karen pulled her shoulder bag out of the car and locked it, walking off without a backward glance; knowing that Jenny would have to follow.

Jenny sighed, but had little choice but to follow her tormentor. The fairy wings bobbed back and forth as she walked, making her look all the more realistic.

Karen led Jenny up a narrow track before stopping to let her walk ahead up the hill. Jenny didn't look at Karen as she passed, but Karen's eyes caressed Jenny's curves. Following two paces behind, her eyes were on a level with Jenny's waist as she watched Jenny's legs and butt flex with every step. God, this white woman had worked hard to keep in shape! Most twenty-year olds would **** for an ass that moved like that! Karen's nipples hardened, and her pussy continued to moisten as she planned what to do.

After ten minutes, they were well into the trees as Karen heard movement behind her. A pretty girl of about twenty was jogging up behind her. She wore a baseball cap, boob tube and running shorts. She clearly hadn't seen Jenny.

"Excuse....me..." the girl petered out as she looked up to see the naked 'fairy' walking ahead of her. She froze as Jenny turned at the sound, exposing herself to the younger girl. Both blushed, and Jenny's hands slowly moved to cover herself. Karen grinned lasciviously at the tableau. After a few seconds, the girl began running furiously, past Jenny and rapidly up the track out of sight.

"Oh god," Jenny murmured.

"Don't worry sweetie - there shouldn't be too many joggers," said Karen with a cruel laugh. "Now come on - we're almost at the lookout point."

Karen walked on, and Jenny followed, cursing under her breath.

The lookout point was on a turn-off just off the main track. It was a clearing about thirty feet across, where the tree line had been felled to offer a panoramic view of the valley below. There were a couple of wooden picnic tables and benches, and nothing else. The grass was high here, almost knee-height like a meadow.

"Here we are, Titania" Karen announced. "Time for your photo shoot."

Karen gestured forwards, motioning Jenny to stand in front of her, with the panoramic view behind her. She took a couple of shots, and then started posing Jenny, getting her to kneel down in the grass and smell the flowers. Jenny obeyed, glad to hide herself a little in the long grass, until she felt the prickly blades tickling her freshly shaven crotch. The love-balls had done their work, and her pussy was moist and the lips swollen and tender.

Karen took her time, enjoying the appearance of Jenny, dressed up as a beautiful fairy, silver gleaming at her neck and wrists, wings soaring behind her as she stood amongst the grass and trees. Still, she began to tire of the more innocent fairy pictures, telling Jenny to kneel up in the grass and stroke herself.

"Lie down and rub your fingers against your clitty. I can see you're excited - is it the outfit? The love-balls? Or do you just enjoy being made to do this by another woman, a woman whose pussy you sucked to orgasm this morning?"

"Go on you slut - you love it! Slide those fingers up and down your juicy slit. And right inside too."

Jenny moaned. She was already quite ready, her pussy stimulated during the long walk by the love balls, and being seen by the jogger; now she was lying nude in the grass, sun beating down on her body as she was ordered about. She was so close to an orgasm...

"Stop! Stop right there!" Karen snapped.

Jenny's eyes snapped open, and she froze.

"Put your hands behind your back slut," said Karen, still shooting. Unbeknownst to Jenny, Karen had switched to video to capture Jenny's ***********. Flushed, panting and near orgasm, her neighbor the soccer mom was definitely as hot as hell.

"That's right - now look at me. Right at me. Good. Now bring out that sticky hand of yours - and lick it. Suck on those fingers. Yeah!"

Jenny sucked her sticky pussy secretions from two fingers, sliding them in and out of her mouth, the way Karen wanted. Now it was the third time she had done it, and the pungent taste was sweet and musky as before, but somehow the fact that she was so horny made it even tastier.

"Do you want to come, slave?" Karen asked mockingly.

Jenny nodded. "Yes - yes please" she said eagerly.

"Beg for it, bitch." Came the cruel reply.

"Please - please, I need to come," begged the blonde.

Karen laughed, filming her sexy neighbor almost naked in the grass, and begging to masturbate herself. "If you're good, bitch. But first you'll need to pull those love balls out."

Jenny dropped her head, but one hand automatically slid to her crotch.

"That's right - mmmh, deep aren't they? Keep going, they're in there somewhere...oh well done! Now hold them up to show me. Wow - those are pretty sticky, huh? Got your little cunt all heated up, did they? Slave?"

"Yes - yes, Miss Mulder" said Jenny. She knew better than to call Karen by her first name when she was being dominant like this.

"Oh good girl! Now pop them in your mouth - yes, the balls. Pop them in and suck them clean like a good fairy. Smile, Titania! You're the queen of the fairies!"

Karen laughed as she filmed Jenny cleaning the love-balls in her mouth. Then, she switched back to still photos. For the next several minutes, she positioned Jenny on the picnic chairs; first one leg up, then bending over; now lying on the table, bent over with legs spread. The fairy wings rose serenely above her naked form, giving an elegant otherworldliness to the erotically charged pictures.

Keeping Jenny in this position, Karen dug into the hamper for a dildo, and passed it to Jenny. Once more, she switched the digital camera to video.

"Fuck yourself, slave. Slide this cock deep into that hungry pussy. Tell me how good it feels."

Jenny took hold of the dildo, eight inches long and fairly thick, and pushed it almost effortlessly. She groaned with pleasure.

"OH GOD that's so good!" she cried passionately. "Oh God!"

Jenny began to slide the thick, veiny rubber cock in and out of her shaven quim, stretching the lips of her pussy with every thrust. She began to grunt and gasp, and was taken aback when Karen called her name, and placed a second dildo in her free hand. This one was smaller and slimmer; about six inches long and much less broad; but it was a vibrator rather than a dildo, humming obscenely in her hand.

"You know what to do, slut" said Karen sharply, filming eagerly.

Jenny knew exactly what to do; and already knew how to make it more comfortable for herself despite her limited experience of anal sex. She pulled the thicker dildo out of her pussy and pushed in the vibrator, coating it liberally with her slick juices. The vibrator sent thrills riding through her clitoris, and she held it there a moment.

"Come on, slave - I want to see both your holes filled" came Karen's cruel voice.

Lying down, breasts pressed into the rough wood of the table, the buxom mom-of-two thrust the two sex toys into her ass and pussy. The vibrator buzzed away, sending obscenely pleasurable messages to her brain as it stimulated her tight anus. Jenny could barely focus enough to slide the two toys in and out of her two holes. Eyes closed, she was almost unaware of Karen leaving her 'extreme close-up' position by her bottom, and coming round to film the blissful expression on her face. She was completely unaware that behind her, the young jogger had run into the grassy area and stopped in shock. Karen had seen the girl though, and beckoned her over. Then she leant down, lifting Jenny's chin in her hand.

Jenny opened her eyes, ****** to look up. Karen held her gaze. "You've been a good slut Titania," she said coolly. "And I'm going to reward you. I'm going to let you come, if you promise to do whatever I want you to without hesitating. Will you do that?"

"An... anything!" gasped Jenny, glassy-eyed.

"Good - now look into my eyes. I want you to watch me as you fuck yourself. That's it. Go on. Fuck your brains out."

Jenny let out a loud moan, crying with ecstasy as she finally came. Karen held her gaze the whole time, finally letting her slump to the table in exhaustion. As Jenny slumped, gasping for air, Karen approached the young girl who had frozen several paces away.

The newcomer was a wide-eyed blonde girl; pretty, pert and perfectly formed in her skimpy running-wear. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail.

"Hi sweetie," said Karen. "I was hoping to see you again"

"Aah - me?" said the girl nervously.

"Sure." Said Karen. "I'm a photographer," she lied smoothly "and I'm always on the lookout for new talent."

"I... I don't think..."

"Come on," said Karen as persuasively as she could. "You're a student, right? You must be pretty strapped for cash, huh? Loads of college girls do work like this."

"I'm... I mean..." the girl stammered, looking at Jenny.

"Hey don't worry - I'm not expecting you to turn pro right away." Karen said with a smile. "And if you pulled your cap down and put your sunglasses on, no-one would recognise you."

Karen reached up, tugging the cap down over the girl's eyes, plucking the glasses from the front of her boob tube to slip them on her young face. As she stepped back, she called out "Take five, Jenny" as she brought the camera up to her eye.

Jenny sat and watched as Karen began corrupting the young girl, getting her to pose in her running gear before persuading her to peel it off. Karen was slick, moving from friendly to demanding and back, manipulating the girl like an old hand. Soon, the girl was topless, clad only in her shorts (and hat, of course). The sunglasses had already gone, and the girl peeked shyly at Karen as she posed.

"Go stand with her, Jenny," said Karen after about ten minutes. Slowly, Jenny did just that. The naked fairy and almost nude jogger posed together, and Karen had Jenny steadily remove the girls remaining clothes. In next to no time, her shorts and thong panties had been stripped away, and she was naked, her body stroked and fondled by Jenny's hands. The girl was panting slightly, her nipples erect.

"She wants it Jenny," said Karen softly. "See, her pussy is wet. Slide your hands down and feel for yourself."

Hating herself, Jenny obeyed, holding one pert breast in her left hand, the right sliding down the girl's taut tummy to slip between her legs. The girl moaned; arching her back as her head tilted back, seeking a kiss. Jenny bent down and planted her lips against the youngster's, their tongues tangling. Jenny was very aroused still, and was finding herself very attracted to the horny teenager. She didn't even know her name, or how old she was, but this girl really wanted her - and that was kind of hot!

Karen watched with glee, setting the video camera on a tripod as the soccer-mom French-kissed the girl, young enough to be her ********, whilst fingering the girl's juicy slit. The girl turned round to grab Jenny's body, hands sliding behind Jenny's head and down between her legs. Two sexy bodies, one with mature curves, the other with nubile pertness, pressed into each other, hips grinding. Their whole bodies seemed to kiss as they pressed together tightly, rubbing their breasts over each other, hands groping and sliding over buttocks and into damp pussies.

After taking more photos with a second camera, Karen leaned forward to press down on Jenny's shoulder.

Jenny responded to the pressure, so lost in her excitement at seducing this stranger that she didn't even realise it was Karen who was touching her. As she sank down, the jogger came with her, first on their knees, and then Jenny bent down over the younger girl as she lay on her back in the grass. Karen hurriedly moved the video camera to capture their lovemaking before taking more stills with her spare camera.

On all fours, still in her fairy outfit, Jenny looked stunning as she knelt over the younger girl, heavy breasts dangling against the pert nipples thrusting up at her. She kissed the girl, tongue thrusting into her mouth, as the girl leant up, hands grasping at Jenny's magnificent breasts. Jenny moved down her new lover's body, kissing along the length of the athletic figure beneath her. The girl spread her legs wide apart as Jenny moved between them.

It had not been two days since Jenny had first slipped her tongue into another woman, but she didn't hesitate as her target came in reach. Her pink tongue slipped out, parting the puffy lips beneath the girl's sparse pubic hair. She was oblivious to the camera clicking away mere inches from her face as she lapped the honey from the stranger's warm pussy.

Karen took close-ups of both women as they were lost in their lovemaking, but soon became too turned on to do even this. She moved to widen the angle of the video camera, before taking a mask and a double-ended dildo from her bag. Once disguised, she moved behind her neighbour. The brunette squatted slightly, sliding the thick shaft between her own well-moistened pussy lips before taking Jenny's buttocks in her hands. She parted the firm cheeks, guiding her plastic cock into Jenny's love-hole.

Jenny moaned into the moist pussy she was trapped in, her head held down by the girl's strong hands. God, that felt good! It took her several seconds to even wonder who was fucking her. Unable to see from her position, Jenny focussed on the hands holding her hips. Smooth, with long nails, making it a certainty that Karen was behind her. A wave of pleasure rolled over her, and she pushed back.

Karen fucked Jenny, the thick shaft pistoning easily in and out of the aroused housewife. Jenny's swollen pussy-lips stretched and flexed obscenely about the pale plastic as the black woman thrust it in and out of her. Karen's fingernails dug into Jenny's hips as she got more excited, so turned on by the two beautiful white women entwined on the grass before her. In this position, Jenny's pert buttocks flared out in front of Karen's thighs, before her pale form narrowed sharply at the waist. Jenny's smooth back, always a sexy sight, was only enhanced by the gossamer wings that gave her an ethereal quality, even with her head buried between the thighs of another woman.

Karen thrust against Jenny for just a couple of minutes before her own orgasm came. Pausing as she caught her breath, she realised that they were not alone. Now a young black man had joined them, grinning from ear to ear as he moved the camera around, filming them. Karen smiled at him, touching her finger to her own ebony lips with a silent Shh!

Karen went back to fucking Jenny until she came again, her cries muffled by the legs wrapped around her head as her young lover came as well. Then Karen beckoned the man over. She mimed the action of sucking a cock, and pointed silently at Jenny. The black man grinned, pulling at his belt to open his trousers. They fell, revealing a swollen, erect cock thrusting up from his hairy crotch.

Jenny groaned as Karen pulled her up by her hair. Her face was covered in saliva and pussy-juice, make-up smeared like a cheap tart. Before she had even realised he was there, the black man had taken her head, and guided it to his thick cock. She tried to pull away, but Karen and the man held her firm between them.

"Suck it, slave!" said Karen sharply, all self-control gone. "And get it plenty wet, because it's going in here next!"

Jenny groaned. She didn't want to be fucked by a strange man. Women were one thing, but... maybe if she got this stranger off - did Karen know him? Had she set this up? - Maybe if she got him off in her mouth, that would satisfy them. She knelt up in front of the man and opened her mouth. The stranger's swollen cock head slid quickly between her lips, and working her jaw apart, she was just able to take the thick shaft into her mouth.

Satisfied that Jenny was busy, Karen turned her attention to the girl, who had backed away, picking up her clothes.

"Hey, you aren't going are you, sweetie?" she asked coolly, pulling the double-ended dildo from her pussy, leaving the other end embedded in Jenny's cunny She stood and walked over to the youngster whilst Jenny sucked hungrily on a strange man's cock.

"I...I've gotta go - I shouldn't have...I shouldn't." stammered the girl, blushing furiously as Karen approached.

Karen put a hand out, reaching behind the girl's head to pull her in for a long slow kiss. Her tongue slid dominantly between the jogger's sweet lips, and the younger woman's mouth opened obediently, as if welcoming the caress of a lover. Karen brought her arms down around the slender, athletic body; pressing her dark sexy form against the pale nubile body of the submissive youngster.

As the younger woman's arms snaked around Karen's waist, Karen kissed her dominantly, bending her over backwards. Slowly, she pushed the girl backwards until her knees buckled, and she toppled, lowered softly by Karen to lie in the grass. Karen straddled the slender white girl, her black thighs either side of a heaving chest. Karen couldn't resist the sight of the youngster's breasts, flattened as she lay on her back, smooth mounds tipped with palest pink nipples. The black woman bent down, taking a delicate, erect nipple into her warm mouth, rolling the firm tissue between her lips, teasing it with her tongue. She slid along the girl's body, lips seeking the girl's mouth as her hands toyed with the girl's breasts. Karen felt soft hands holding her waist delicately as she nibbled at the girl's lips and smiled, looking the girl deep in her eyes.

"You're enjoying yourself" said Karen softly - not a question, but a statement of fact. As she kissed the girls lips, cheeks, ears, she whispered seductively.

"You got off when Jenny went down on you."

"You're still horny. You'd like me to make you come again."

"But first it's time for you to taste a woman for yourself..."

Karen fixed the girl with her eyes, holding her gaze as Karen knelt up, and began to shuffle along the jogger's tight body. As she lifted her knees in turn to bring them over the girl's shoulders, the youngster's gaze finally fell between Karen's thighs, and the hot mature pussy rapidly approaching her mouth.

The girl didn't move as Karen sank down onto her face, holding her pussy against the girl's closed lips. Finally, tentatively, the young girl licked at the older woman's crotch, parting the swollen lips with her young tongue. She moaned softly, eyes flicking up nervously to Karen's.

Karen smiled at her young lover as softly as she could. "That's it sweetie - you're doing great... taste a little more, now..."

Clearly reassured, the girl obediently began licking at Karen's hot slit.

Karen leaned back as the youngster licked her cunt, tilting her head back to see Jenny attempting to deep-throat the hunky black stranger.

The black guy, now naked, was clearly close to orgasm. His hips thrust in and out as Jenny sucked on his cock, one hand wrapped around the base of his thick shaft, feeding it into her mouth.

Karen called over to them, just a few feet away.

"Looks like he's coming Jenny. Now you're going to be a good fairy and swallow, aren't you?"

Jenny did her best to nod, head firmly held by the tall man. Moments later, he groaned; cock swelling in Jenny's stretched mouth. His thighs bucked, and a torrent of come blasted into her throat. She gagged, swallowing reflexively, but even so, a large trickle of come slid out of the corner of Jenny's mouth. She kept swallowing as more and more waves filled her mouth, until finally he was done, and his half-soft sticky cock slid out of her mouth.

Jenny knelt on all four, panting.

Karen frowned at her. "Hey slave, you can't leave him like that! Clean him up!"

Jenny groaned, but did what she was told, licking at his thick shaft with her tongue.

Karen went back to enjoying her newest plaything, the sexy young stranger lying at her mercy. She sank down completely, riding the girl's face, leaving wet sticky trails of pussy juice on the previously innocent face now hard at work between her thighs.

For several minutes, the little meadow was quiet, but for a few soft moans and groans. Eventually, Karen came, shuddering as her young lover licked her to a climax. Unsteadily, she lay down on the grass beside the girl, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"What's your name, sweetie?" she asked.

"B...Billie." Came the answer.

"You did real good there Billie. I'd like to do it again sometime. What's your number, Billie?"

"335122" she answered obediently.

Karen nodded, committing the number to memory.

"Stick around and watch," she said firmly. Without watching to see if Billie obeyed, she rolled to her feet, and moved over to Jenny and the black man. The black man was hard again, his cock deep in Jenny's throat.

"Okay, fairy-queen. Time you had your first black man. Get up. Now come over here, and lay over the table."

"Please Karen, haven't I done enough?" the *********** begged, letting the hard shaft slide free from her lipstick-smeared mouth.

"Not yet, sweetness. I mean, what are you, a cock-tease? This bad boy needs some white slut - and you're it!"

Jenny grabbed at her. "Please Karen! Please don't make me a cheat! I can't!"

Karen pulled Jenny to her feet.

"You don't wan him to fuck your pussy? You want to keep that for your husband?"

Jenny nodded, tears in her eyes.

Karen looked firmly at her. "You're my slave now Jenny. And I want to see you fucked by this man. But if you don't want other men in your sweet pussy..."

Karen pushed Jenny over to the picnic table, picking up the still camera as she went. She positioned Jenny bent over the table, removing the dildo and moving Jenny's legs apart till she was lying flat on the table. Her fairy wings fluttered feebly, and Karen finally pulled them off. Covered in sweat, Jenny wore just the silvery collar and the fascinator in her hair.

"Pull your ass-cheeks apart" she ordered. Jenny sobbed slightly, but slowly obeyed, Karen came in close to her ass, focussing in on the swollen wet pussy lips, and her puckered ass.

Jenny felt a large finger probing her ass. "Stay in the position," came the order from behind.

The black guy got behind Jenny and pushed his thick penis head between her butt cheeks.

She felt something else on her ass crack, and shuddered as the head of the man's throbbing cock began to touch her asshole.

Jenny was whimpering as she felt her anus stretch as the thick, but well-lubricated cock began to slide inside her. Jenny let out a deep moan as her sphincter stretched out around the thick shaft, much broader than Kyle's shaft.

Jenny groaned with pleasure, pushing back against the huge intruder, and gripped the sides of her butt, pulling the cheeks apart. Karen was giggling in the background.

"Her first black," Karen said to the man.

"No way," he responded with a grin.

"Aaaaaahhh!!!" Jenny cried as the black shaft slowly pressed inside her. Her eyes and mouth gaped as she felt her ass expand around the massive invader. Karen caught the whole thing on camera - first shock, then pain, then confusion, before a glazed-eyed enjoyment dawned.

Jenny's hands fell away to the table, trying to stop her soft boobs rubbing so hard against the rough wood. Her arms shook, partly from the pounding and partly from the *********** of being taken so vigorously by a stranger, in public. She began to grunt with each stroke as the stranger slowly pumped in and out of her ass.

"Ah man!" the black man cried out. "This white bitch is so tight!"

Karen watched and filmed as the muscular man thrust in and out of the naked blonde, grinding her belly into the rough wooden table. Karen could see that the mom-of-two was visibly thrusting back against him, grinding her butt into his belly as he pushed into her.

Having come recently, the young black man should have had better staying power, but clearly the whole situation was a bit much for him. Within just a few minutes, he was groaning and swearing as he pumped away.

Quickly, the young man's excitement was too much, and swearing and blaspheming he came, spurting his thick come deep into Jenny's ass. She wailed with distress as he came, clearly close to her own incredible orgasm, but denied as he finished too quickly. The young guy withdrew, staggering backwards, and Jenny groaned, sliding almost bonelessly off the table, falling to her knees. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and hungry.

"You want something, slave?" said Karen almost softly.

"I... I want to come. Let me come, please Karen" Jenny whimpered, looking up at her mistress with desperation in her eyes.

Karen laughed, pushing her back till Jenny fell back into the grass, legs spread. Karen had put the camera down, and taken off the mask. Once more, she had the double-ended dildo erupting from her snatch, and she stood tall over her sexy neighbour.

"Beg for it," said Karen sneering.

Jenny was lost, overcome by a need to orgasm. She begged. "Please Karen - please let me come. Fuck me - fuck me and make me come!"

Karen dropped down to her knees between Jenny's legs with a grin, pushing the blonde's knees wide apart. She took the dildo, and thrust it deep into Jenny's wet cunt, driving in and out. In seconds, Jenny was crying out, orgasming hugely as her tormentor thrust in and out, their pussy lips grinding together around the thick shaft of the double-dildo. Karen pressed down, her hard breasts pushing into Jenny's soft pillowy bosom, nipples raking each other.

Jenny cried again and again as Karen fucked her, the thick dildo thrusting deep into her cunt, her thighs tightening around Karen's slender waist as she clawed Karen's back with her fingernails...

...

"Well, I really enjoyed today," said Karen with a smile. She glanced at Jenny - still naked, washing off her makeup with a wet wipe as they drove along. Jenny didn't respond, and Karen grinned, beeping her horn as they approached the next lorry.

"Hands behind your head, Jenny - lets show off those tits..."

...

Alone at home, Jenny cried into her pillow for almost an hour, frustration and anger pouring out of her. Although she had begun to even enjoy Karen's attentions, enjoy submitting to another woman, tasting her desire... she didn't want to actually cheat on her husband. She didn't want to fuck other men, and Karen had made her do it, even if it hadn't been in her pussy. Kyle was the only man who had ever been there, and she didn't want any more. Eventually, after she had composed herself, the phone range. It was Kyle, calling to let her know he wouldn't be home that night. He had to work late, and then be at the airport first thing, so he was going to ***** at a hotel in the city

Jenny didn't mind - she could do with some of her own space anyway, after the events of the day. She wandered the house, fetching herself a cup of tea before hearing the commotion across the road.

Looking out of her window, she saw Karen in floods of tears, throwing bags into the car, tears running down her eyes. Richard came out behind her, and Karen pulled away, jumping into her car before screeching off. Jenny stared incredulously. At least something bad has happened to her, she thought.

Jenny walked around her house, head tumbling. Karen had been so cruel today! She had thought... what had she thought? That Karen cared about her? How could she get out of this? Was she simply going to be Karen's slave forever? No! She thought **********. She was going to do something about it - and now could be the best time! Karen had gone somewhere very upset, with an overnight bag. Had they had a fight? An argument? If so, would she have thought to take her digital camera?

Jenny might only have a brief opportunity - what if Karen returned? No, something had sent her away, some sort of crisis. Now how could she get into the house with Richard? She thought quickly.

A few minutes later, Jenny left her own house, carrying a frozen casserole in Tupperware, and walked casually over to her neighbours, ringing the doorbell. Richard answered in a minute, and greeted her. Jenny smiled at him, chatting calmly about seeing Karen and wondering if everything was okay. Richard explained that her ****** had collapsed, probably with a stroke, and Karen had rushed off to catch the first flight. Jenny nodded.

"Yes, I thought it seemed like a family crisis - that's why I thought you might appreciate some food. I'm sure Karen had too much on her mind to cook!"

"Wow, that's really kind," said Richard earnestly, "I'll put it on now or when the kids get in."

"Well, enjoy it. Say, I was talking with Karen earlier. Our internet is down, and she said that I could us her study to go online to look at holidays..."

"Oh? Well, sure. It's down this way." Richard led Jenny into the house, and into Karen's study.

"Okay, here you are. There's no password, and we've got broadband, so take as long as you like." He said.

Jenny thanked him, and he left her to work. But she wasn't looking for holidays.

Karen either hadn't bothered, or hadn't had the time to hide anything, and the hundreds of pictures that she had taken were on the hard-drive, and easily deleted. Searching the desk, Jenny found two memory sticks, and three camera tapes, as well as the stack of printed photos and flyers Karen had made.

Once Jenny was sure that she had everything, she sat back at the computer. She didn't want to miss anything. Fortunately, the computer remembered Karen's email password, allowing Jenny to check no pictures were stored there.

Finally she was done, and sealed up her treasures in her handbag.

A few minutes later she was home. It had been so easy - and now she was free! She didn't have to submit to Karen's desires anymore. No more blackmail!

Jenny couldn't understand why she felt so cold inside. She should have been overjoyed. But she was starting to have doubts. Doubts about her own desires and sexuality. And doubts, real doubts, about what might happen when Karen returned......

Jenny picked at the salad she had made herself for lunch. She didn't have too much appetite - her stomach felt like it was turning cartwheels.

Three days before, she had recovered a number of photos, videos and prints - material her neighbour Karen had used to blackmail her to do any number of twisted things. Over the previous week, Jenny had been stripped, paraded and degraded; made to lick and pleasure several strangers, both women and men. She had given her husband both oral and anal sex; not because she wanted to but because she had been told to. And then she had been ****** to cheat on him, to be fucked by another man.

Until Karen had had her fuck another man, Jenny had been confused about what she was feeling. She had found herself craving the servitude, the pleasure she had found in debasing herself. But she still loved her husband.

When Karen had left home in a hurry to see her sick ******, Jenny had seized the moment, tricked her way into Karen's house and stolen the blackmail materials Karen had been holding over her head.

And since then, she had been twisted inside. Why? Was it fear? Guilt? Anticipation?

Every other morning, Karen had called by now and taken her away. But not since then, of course.

On Friday, Jenny had caught up on the housework she had skipped all week; cleaning and baking all morning. And the weekend had been filled by family. But now on Monday morning she had nothing left to distract her from the gnawing empty feeling she had inside.

Jenny finished her lunch and wandered the house vaguely thinking her confused thoughts, picking up the kids' discarded clothes and bits of rubbish. Until in a second, her composure disappeared as the doorbell chimed.

Was it Karen? What would she do? What would she, Jenny do? She trembled slightly, stepping softly through the house to sneak up on the door. She ducked, bringing her eye up to the walleye.

Outside stood a young red-headed woman, beautiful and slim, dressed in a thin white blouse and short skirt. Jenny almost laughed in relief. It was a girl she had - well, 'met' is kind of the wrong word. A girl she had known as 'Miss Quick', and who had brought her to several orgasms.

Jenny took a deep breath, and swept her fingers through her hair. She shook her head as if trying to clear it. What was this girl doing here? And what was her name? Oh yes, wasn't it Tessa?

Jenny opened the door, and Tessa's face lit up with a broad smile. She wore soft touches of subtle makeup, with pink lip gloss, mascara and powder-blue eye-shadow.

"Hi! Jenny, it's good to see you." said Tessa cheerily, giving her a hug. Jenny hugged her back, her heart fluttering as their bodies pressed against each other. Although the younger by ten years, Tessa was just a little taller than Jenny, and her high boobs pressed into Jenny's much larger pair.

"Ah, Tessa... Good to see you" said Jenny truthfully, if a little awkwardly. The truth was that she really had wanted to see this woman again. She had had dreams and fantasies about kneeling before her, her head between the other woman's legs...

Tessa's smile broadened, and she looked truly beautiful. She stepped in, and let Jenny close the door.

"I've been wanting to see you again," said Tessa in a low, sexy voice. Her arm snaked around the older woman's waist as they walked further into the house, and Jenny's heart skipped. "I called Karen to ask her permission, and she said she was away from home, and I should come on over for the afternoon."

Jenny's eyebrows rose. Karen had told Tessa to come over? Did she know Jenny had taken the pictures? Were they both still expecting her to do what they wanted? And if this beautiful girl told her to take her clothes off and play...would she do it?

Jenny made them both tea which probably neither of them really wanted; however she was nervous about how to begin a casual conversation with this younger, but more confident woman who had licked her to multiple orgasm on their first and only prior meeting. Tessa though, certainly didn't believe in beating about the bush; almost immediately bringing up the subject of their unusually intimate knowledge of each other.

"So, I guess you haven't been with Karen very long then," said Tessa, sitting down on a leather couch. Jenny sat next to her, their bare knees almost touching as they turned to face one another.

"Um..." started Jenny, blushing deeply "'With' her?"

Tessa smiled , biting her lower lip. "You know...doing what she wants..."

"Um, no. Just a few days actually."

"Wow, really? You must be a real natural then." came the younger girl's surprised answer.

Jenny went quiet, turning away.

"Hey," said Tessa softly, gently bringing her hand up to Jenny's cheek. "I'm sorry. I wasn't making fun, really. I'm the same - I like to give up control too. I do whatever Dee wants, you know."

Jenny turned back to her, looking sad. "But why? Why do we enjoy it?"

The younger woman shrugged. "I don't know - it's just part of who I am. Dee brought it out of me, and it's an important part of my life. You can do the same, you know."

"But I'm married, Tessa!"

"So? I'm married too, you know. And feeling fulfilled like I am, I'm going to stay married too. You know how many marriages end in divorce these days?"

Tessa took Jenny's hands in her own. "Look, Jenny. I met a woman last week who was enjoying what she was doing. Who could see the beauty in another woman, and the pleasure to be had there. A woman I wanted to be with, just the two of us... Now, you can tell me I'm wrong, but you can't hide from yourself, and if you try you'll wind up unhappy. Maybe still married, but maybe not."

Jenny still looked unhappy. "But I'll still have to lie to my husband."

Tessa nodded. "It's the price you pay for security. Most men won't accept their wives doing this - it's a threat to their masculinity, even if they're your only man. I've never told my husband, and I never will. I love him too much, even if I need his ****** to satisfy me. So I feel guilty, so that he can feel safe."

Jenny bit her lip. "So, this is it? I just give up to doing what Karen wants for the rest of my life?"

"If it's Karen you want. But you can negotiate this stuff. Just don't do it naked, because that's when she's in control. Is it Karen you want?" came Tessa's response. She was leaning forward, just a few inches away now.

Jenny looked openly at Tessa's pretty face; the high cheekbones, the full lips so close to her own. The soft, non-judgemental eyes now holding her gaze.

"I don't know" Jenny began, leaning forward towards Tessa without realising she was doing it. "I... I want..."

Their lips met; first softly and then pressing hard against each other. Their hands moved to pull them together, fingers sliding into each other's hair as they kissed passionately.

Two pairs of lips pressed firmly against each other; opening to allow tongues to slide between them, delicately exploring each other's mouths. They kissed and caressed each other like teenagers at a drive-in; the mom-of-two and her twenty-something friend.

For several minutes, the only sounds were soft moans, the panting of heavy breathing, the rustle of clothing. Finally, Jenny took the next move. Her hands were squeezing Tessa's pert breasts through her blouse, and she wanted more. She moved back so she could use both hands, quickly unfastening her young lover's white blouse. Underneath were Tessa's beautiful young breasts, clad in a soft white lacy bra; her pink nipples just visible though the translucent material. Jenny just stared for a minute as Tessa shrugged off the blouse, reaching behind to unfasten the bra. In just a few seconds, she lay back, tossing the brassiere onto the floor and raising her hands above her had to flaunt the soft perfection of her bosom.

As Jenny stared, her hands reached out to caress Tessa's breasts, lifting them up towards her chin, gently tugging on the nipples as they swelled. Tessa smiled, squirming slightly, and Jenny's composure melted, her head coming down to close her mouth about the hard nipple of Tessa's right breast. She sucked gently, teasing it with her teeth and tongue as she caressed the second breast with her hand.

Tessa moaned softly as Jenny sucked and caressed her sensitive breasts, her back arching off the couch with desire. Jenny hardly noticed; her eyes closed as she softly closed her teeth, capturing a hard nipple between them, and stroking it with her hungry tongue. One hand slid under Tessa's arched back, ************* supporting her as the other left the firm breast, and began sliding down her firm young body.

Tessa smiled as Jenny's hand slid down over her flat stomach, and caressed it. Jenny's fingers probed at the waistband of her skirt, but this was too tight for even a single finger to slide beneath, and after a minute the fingers moved on. Tessa's legs parted willingly as Jenny's fingers drifted down, and curled underneath the short skirt, which had ridden up to what would have been a very indecent length in any other circumstance.

Jenny looked over Tessa's body, enjoying exploring it. She released the engorged nipple she had been teasing, and moved on to the other one as her fingers reached the junction of Tessa's thighs. She stroked the junction where thigh met pubis sensually, producing a moan from her young lover. Tessa wore nothing beneath her short skirt. Teasingly, Jenny stroked her fingers upwards and across, roaming across the naked flesh under the tiny skirt. Her fingers ran through the neatly trimmed red pubic hair at the base of Tessa's stomach, avoiding the moist opening beneath. Slowly, her fingers began to stroke up and across; back and forth up and down the sensitive inner thighs but each time artfully avoiding touching the swollen lips of Tessa's pussy. Eventually, Tessa could stand the teasing no longer, and had to act; grabbing at Jenny's hand she pulled it to the midline. Tessa took Jenny's fingers and pushed them deep into her own sopping pussy with a deep groan.

For several moments, Jenny thrust her fingers roughly in and out of Tessa's soaking pussy, till the younger woman let out a mighty cry, thrusting her pelvis up against the invading digits. Jenny curled her fingers slightly, keeping them inserted until Tessa's orgasm had faded; then as the girl looked at her through half-closed eyes, Jenny pulled the fingers out and pushed them into her own mouth, sucking at Tessa's juices with relish.

Jenny's other hand busied itself pulling at her own buttons, and in a minute her own blouse was gaping, and shrugged off. She stood for a moment, stripping her remaining clothes as quickly as possible, until she stood naked before her young lover, who was still bathing in the afterglow of orgasm.

Tessa realigned herself as Jenny knelt down between her legs, and now lay propped up against the back of the couch. She lifted her bottom as Jenny pulled at the waist of the tiny skirt, then lifted her legs together so it could be removed entirely. They came back down either side of the petite but curvaceous blonde, spread as wide as they would go. The two women were finally naked together again, and Tessa watched in pride and glee as her sexy older lover slowly knelt forward to lick her pussy.

Jenny pressed her face into Tessa's hot pussy with a groan, inhaling the pungent, musky aroma of Tessa's arousal. Her tongue slipped out, taking a broad sweep over Tessa's swollen pussy lips, savouring the gooey liquid that oozed between them. She licked away, bringing up her hand to slide two fingers between the hot lips, gently frigging her lover whilst enjoying the tastes of her.

For a few minutes, the room was quiet except for the sounds of heavy breathing, soft moans, and a rhythmic squelching as Jenny's fingers teased Tessa's G-spot. Tessa's moans began to get louder, and she grabbed at Jenny's hand again, jerking it back and forth vigorously to bring on her own climax. Jenny kept licking throughout, until Tessa's breathing settled again, cleaning the sticky secretions from her lovers pussy lips with relish.

Jenny rose unsteadily onto the edge of the sofa and sat next to Tessa, reaching out to cuddle the younger woman to her breast as she snuggled down. The two of them lay back, holding each other tenderly, exchanging kisses and murmured endearments.

-----

"So, you enjoyed that?" said Jenny with a smile. Tessa lifted her head from Jenny's breast and looked at her, smiling like the cat that had got the cream.

"What do you think?" she purred in a sexy voice.

Jenny giggled, as Tessa lifted herself up to kiss her lips, tasting her own juices on the older woman's lips. Their tongues tangled, writhing around each other as they fenced inside Jenny's warm mouth.

Quickly, they got more passionate in their kissing, hands running across each others bodies. Jenny marvelled at Tessa's firm but yielding flesh; her pert breasts and buttocks, her tight, flat stomach. Tessa giggled as she explored Jenny's older body, far more curvaceous than her own. Naked, Jenny's breasts hung slightly, and flattened considerably when she lay on her back. But they were still a bountiful, sensual handful, topped with erect brown nipples. Tessa caressed them with both hands, nuzzling between them. Slowly, she kissed her way down Jenny's soft, but still flat stomach, until her lips were moving over the smoothness where days ago there had been a full bush of golden hair.

Now, their positions from a few minutes ago were reversed, and Jenny spread her legs widely as Tessa lay between them. Tessa's experienced tongue slipped out, and probed hungrily at Jenny's wet nude slit, teasing the delicate lips before sliding between them. Jenny moaned, her thighs clamping about Tessa's head almost *************. As she licked at Jenny's moistness, one of Tessa's hands slid up to grab at the heavy breasts above her, squeezing it roughly before more gently stroking the nipple.

Jenny groaned again as Tessa's skilled tongue began to bring her closer to the edge. She held Tessa's head with her left hand, the right hand playing with her free breast as Tessa toyed with the other.

"mmmh...oooooh.....oooh!" she murmured sexily. "Oh God, keep going. Keep licking me, please. Aaaah... Please don't stop"

Tessa didn't need the encouragement, her tongue deep inside Jenny's moist tunnel. She loved this, the feeling of power power and **********. The knowledge of what you were doing to someone, bringing them helplessly to the brink of orgasm. As she sensed Jenny was getting close, she slowed her movements; teasing out the last few seconds before orgasm, till Jenny was begging her to finish.

"Oh please...please....please make me come...please, Tessa" Jenny cried.

Tessa smiled with satisfaction, hidden between Jenny's firm thighs, and returned her stroking tongue to the faster movements she had used before. In moments, Jenny came, bucking in the couch as her thighs crushed Tessa's head.

As the waves of pleasure rolled over her, Jenny relaxed. She felt Tessa moving, and a warm, soft, naked body move against hers before wet lips pressed against her own. Jenny sucked hungrily at the kiss, taking in her own moist juices; savouring the taste of her own arousal.

The two women lay together, enjoying the tastes on each other's lips, and the yielding curves of each other's bodies. Jenny smiled, and sighed gently with satisfaction. Tessa giggled at Jenny's happy appearance, enjoying the appearance of pleasure on her older lover's face.

"You look happy," the young red-head giggled, a little smugly. There was something deliciously kinky, she thought to herself, in making love to a woman almost old enough to be her ******, even one as beautiful as Jenny. Not that Tessa was any stranger to pleasuring older women - far from it...

"Mmmmh." Jenny murmured, smiling. She wrapped her arms around Tessa's back, pulling her close for a hug. Their bodies pressed close together, legs entangled. The two women kissed softly.

After a few minutes, Tessa slid back, and pulled herself up to stand. Jenny lay back, admiring the tight lines of the younger woman's slender body. Tessa's high firm breasts stood proudly on her chest, the nipples still a little swollen. Tessa had a strange look in her eye, looking up and down Jenny's own body with interest, and a soft smile.

"God, you're so sexy" murmured the younger girl. "I so want to play with you."

Jenny looked at her warmly. This girl was so beautiful, so sexy. And she wanted her. What harm could it do, she thought to herself. How much pleasure could they have together? She smiled, looking Tessa in the eye. "Then let's play," she said with warmth.

Tessa turned, showing Jenny her high, pert bottom as she sauntered over to the open-plan kitchen. Naked, she investigated the fridge, and cupboards, assembling a small tray of toys. She turned on the radio to a smooth classics station Jenny knew, which played nothing but love songs

Jenny sat up, and slowly stood as she watched the industrious redhead approach with a tray. Scattered on it were honey, cream, olive oil, bananas, a cucumber and a couple of chocolate bars.

Jenny raised an eyebrow at the smiling girl in front of her. "And what exactly do you propose we do with those?" she asked with a wry smile.

Tessa smiled warmly, and sauntered closer...

---

Tessa led Jenny into the middle of the brightly sunlit room, putting the tray down on a small table. She handed Jenny a hair-tie, telling her to put her hair back. Tessa picked up the bottle of olive oil, pouring out a small handful of oil.

"You're so beautiful," said Tessa smiling. "I love the way your body looks, especially when it's gleaming, like when we covered you in suntan oil."

Jenny nodded, remembering the feeling of having four women caressing her body, exploring every curve. Now, she felt Tessa's hands doing the same again. It was less intense, but just as arousing; with the more personal touch of this single woman arousing her in ways even several strangers couldn't match. Tessa's hands slid over her shoulders, and the front of her chest. They swept around her breasts, playfully teasing the erect nipples.

After teasing her nipples to full erection, Tessa used a series of quick, broad sweeps up and down Jenny's body, disappointing her a little with Tessa's businesslike methods. Once she had efficiently anointed the majority of Jenny's skin however, Tessa developed a softer, more gentle touch. She began to stroke up and down Jenny's inner thighs, gently teasing her. Tessa stroked the curves of Jenny's thighs, and her buttocks, all the while carefully avoiding Jenny's waiting pussy. Jenny sighed softly, half with disappointment, and half with anticipation.

Tessa stroked Jenny's flanks, arms, shoulders and ears; gently caressing her and planting kisses wherever she passed. Standing in front of Jenny, Tessa kissed her gently on the lips, before planting her hands on Jenny's shoulders and pushing downwards. Jenny sank to her knees willingly, kneeling up like a penitent subject before her queen, knees together and thighs vertical. She looked up at Tessa eagerly, happy to follow the younger girl's lead.

Tessa stood closer to Jenny; her naked breasts just above Jenny's eye-level. She lifted a jug of cream, and slowly poured it onto the upper curves of one of her pert breasts. The cream slid down over her nipple, dripping down onto Jenny's upper body. Jenny lifted herself up, lapping the thick cream from Tessa's erect nipple. Slowly, she sucked at the warm, spongy tissue; teasing it with her teeth and tongue. Tessa moaned, moving the jug to pour onto her other breast. Jenny shifted her position obediently, suckling at Tessa's high breasts.

Tessa looked down at her lover, enjoying the sight and sensation of having a beautiful submissive lover teasing her breasts. Jenny really was startlingly beautiful, she thought to herself lustily.

She pushed forward gently, walking forward astride Jenny's body and pushing her back. Slowly, the curvaceous woman bent backwards, till she lost control and fell backwards onto the wooden floor. She was quite helpless, her legs still tucked underneath her in a kneeling position. Her back curved like a bow, breasts falling towards her chin under gravity. Her legs had parted somewhat, her pubis exposed broadly.

Tessa admired her naked, submissive lover, totally exposed to her; wanton with desire. Splashes of cream dripped off Tessa's breasts, falling chaotically onto Jenny's taut stomach. Tessa knelt, lifting a banana from the tray. She dipped it into the cream, before bringing the fruit to Jenny's pussy lips. Tessa pressed gently, and the thick fruit slid easily between Jenny's nether lips, and into her wet pussy. Barely curved; seven inches long, and thick enough that Tessa's fingers hardly reached around it, the sturdy fruit was a perfect fit into Jenny's hungry pussy, and she moaned hungrily.

Tessa leaned over as she pumped the fruit, sliding forwards. She brought her other hand forward; now dripping with cream, and pushed her fingers between Jenny's open lips. Jenny sucked hungrily, taking Tessa's fingers in to her mouth easily.

"I really want to fuck you," said Tessa softly. Jenny turned her head, holding Tessa's gaze, letting the younger woman know she could do whatever she wanted. They shared a moment, smiling, before Tessa took Jenny's hand and placed it on the shaft of the banana until it took over guiding the thick fruit in and out of Jenny's hungry lips.

Tessa stood unsteadily, and walked over to collect her handbag. Inside was a single sex toy; a large strap-on dildo, nine inches long and thicker than Tessa's wrist. She turned round, and the two women watched each other prepare for sex; one masturbating herself whilst the other slid into the straps of a dildo. The base of the dildo was designed to rub against Tessa's clitoris, and she positioned it carefully; absently stroking the ivory shaft as she watched Jenny. Gleaming with oil, and tarnished with splashes of cream; the older woman had brought her feet out from under her, and was now lying with her legs splayed out on the floor. Both hands were between her legs as she watched the young red-head approach.

Tessa moved between Jenny's legs, watching the older woman slowly sliding a thick banana in and out of her juicy slit; the other hand playing with her clitoris. Jenny pulled the banana out and tossed it aside, leaving herself open for Tessa to make love to. Obligingly, Tessa knelt down and positioned the head of her huge dildo at Jenny's hungry pussy. She pressed forwards, and the huge phallus slid inside.

Jenny gasped as she felt Tessa's fake cock part her wet and willing pussy lips. God! It was the biggest thing she had had inside her so far! Her mind fizzed as streams of pleasure radiated from her pussy and throughout her body. Slowly, Tessa's beautiful young body came to press full length against her own. Their breasts mashed together, and their lips met once again. She felt the pleasure of surrender; wide, open-legged surrender to a lover, and the strangeness of a woman's soft hips between her thighs. Jenny reached down as they kissed and fucked, caressing the upper slopes of Tessa's buttocks, and the downward curve of her back.

The two women lay together on the floor; a picture of womanly love. Kisses and caresses, soft moans and sighs flowed between them as the dominant younger woman pumped her artificial phallus in and out of her submissive older lover. Tessa's buttocks flexed as she lifted herself up and out before pushing her hips forwards once again. Jenny's arms began to sag, falling to the wooden floor as she gave in to the feelings emanating from between her legs. She moaned again and again; beginning to make tiny grunting noises with every thrust of the ivory shaft into her moist flesh.

Tessa hardly slowed as Jenny came, keeping her steady pace as she enjoyed the beautiful face beneath her, relaxed in flows of ecstasy. Jenny's large breasts bounced up and down her chest as Tessa's thrusts became slowly more and more vigorous; the young redhead dipped her head to take a nipple between her lips and suck at it, but this was too awkward, and she returned to her focus on fucking Jenny till she could take no more.

Jenny was beginning to wonder herself what more she could take, as another orgasm flooded through her. They were beginning to blend into one, as Tessa expertly fucked her wet and willing hole. She lay back, trembling with pleasure, submitting completely to her young lover. Tessa thrust in and out; bringing Jenny to a crescendo of pleasure.

Jenny groaned, bucking and thrusting against Tessa; clutching at Tessa's back with sharp fingernails. Eventually, she stopped groaning, the sound giving way to gentle moans, tears running from her eyes.

Tessa stopped and watched Jenny's massive orgasm, then smiled with satisfaction as Jenny's feelings overcame her. She gently stroked Jenny's face, kissing her softly on the cheek as she cried.

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A little later, the two of them were in the shower. Tessa washed Jenny's curvaceous form carefully. The older woman giggled; her feelings bubbling over. Her tears had very quickly turned to laughter, and now she was enjoying the post-orgasmic high.

"I loved being fucked by you" Jenny giggled, stroking Tessa's flanks. The redhead still wore her strap-on dildo, and Jenny took it in her hand.

"This was so good. The best thing that's ever fucked me. You were better than any man, you know." she confessed, pumping the plastic phallus.

Tessa smiled, caressing Jenny's head softly.

"Suck it for me" said Tessa seductively. She pulled down softly on Jenny's head, and the blonde obediently knelt down at her feet. Jenny held the dildo in her hands before feeding it between her willing lips. She smiled a little as she sucked on the smooth phallus, four inches in her warm mouth.

"Can you take it all in, little girl?" said Tessa dominantly. She was feeling more and more dominant with Jenny, although she didn't want to go as far as Karen had. She had thought that she was a natural submissive herself; but Jenny was able to let go far easier than she had been. And she really did want to get Jenny to deep-throat the large dildo, to watch her mouth and throat stretched around the wideness of Tessa's 'cock'.

Jenny pushed forwards. She knew how to do this, having managed it for real on a few occasions before. She focussed on relaxing herself, preparing to fight the gag reflex, and then pushed on. With just a moment of nausea, she slid the rubber phallus deep into her throat. Her lips were stretched wide, and her throat began to complain almost immediately. As Tessa shifted position, water ran down her front, and Jenny snorted. Tessa quickly realigned herself to shield Jenny from the shower spray, and reached down to pat her head reassuringly.

Jenny began to bob back and forth, taking short breaths through her nose when the thick cock was further out. With each gentle push, she got more and more of the dildo in her mouth, until her nose was buried in Tessa's neatly-trimmed red pubic bush.

"That's so hot" said Tessa approvingly, looking down fondly at her willing and submissive lover. She ran her hand down Jenny's face, feeling the stretched cheeks and lips, and even down to feel the phallus distending her throat as she moved back and forth. Tessa watched gleefully as Jenny willingly sucked on her strap-on; each movement causing the blackberry-like base of the dildo to rub against Tessa's clitoris.

Erotic though the sight of Jenny's oral skills was, Tessa was wanting more; having not had an orgasm herself for some time. She turned off the shower, and pulled back from Jenny, suggesting they get dry and move to the bedroom.

Jenny stood up with a smile, and they began to dry themselves. As they chatted lightly, Jenny enthused again about what a pleasure it had been being fucked by Tessa.

"My pleasure, sexy lady! What woman doesn't love a thick shaft driving in and out of her? Especially if it's being done by another woman." said Tessa with conviction. She had taken the dildo off to dry herself fully, and now tossed it onto the bed.

"I think any woman would have enjoyed that," said Jenny, glowing with a little pride about being referred to as 'sexy lady' by such a beautiful and confident young woman. "How does it feel for you though?"

"Oh it's good! The sight of your lover writhing underneath you - or on top of you - or bent over in front of you... Seriously, it's the most erotic thing you can do, and really satisfying... I wonder if men really appreciate what they've got sometimes."

"Can... Can I try?" said Jenny hesitantly, unsure if Tessa would be happy to reverse roles.

"Sweetie - I thought you'd never ask!" Tessa laughed. "Why don't we strap you up, and then we can try some new positions?"

Jenny smiled shyly, still a little embarrassed about her desire for this woman, and her willingness to enjoy being 'made' to do things she found so pleasurable. She stepped into the leg-straps, allowing Tessa to draw the dildo up her legs, and buckle the waist strap. Tessa drew the straps tight, positioning the dildo carefully over Jenny's clitoris.

Tessa crawled naked onto the king-sized bed; moving slowly and languidly on all fours, flaunting the slim curves of her buttocks to Jenny's gaze. Between them, Jenny saw Tessa's pussy glistening, and above it the pink star of her anus.

"How do you want me?" said Tessa in low, seductive tones.

Jenny swallowed nervously, but knew what she wanted - at least, to start with. "On your back, like I was. Like lovers..."

Tessa smiled, rolling onto her back across the bed, lifting her knees and moving them apart. She watched as Jenny stood staring down at her for a moment, her heavy womanly breasts and curvaceous hips at odds with the massive erection sprouting from her vulva.

Finally, Jenny knelt up on the bed, moving Tessa's knees apart gently. She positioned the dildo at Tessa's pussy, and met her gaze hesitantly.

"It's okay." whispered Tessa reassuringly, smiling warmly.

Jenny smiled back, overcoming her nerves, and pushed inwards. She watched in amazement as the dildo sank almost effortlessly between Tessa's wet pussy lips, bringing a groan from her mouth. Jenny looked up, amazed at the joy on Tessa's face.

"More...oh that's good" the girl murmured happily. "Aaahh!"

Jenny steadily pushed the shaft deep into Tessa's pussy, bringing a long, deep groan of satisfaction, and a look of ecstasy onto her face. Jenny watched in amazement as she began to slowly pump the phallus in and out, marvelling at Tessa's expressions of joy, knowing not just how she felt, but that she herself was causing such pleasure. It was an incredible turn-on to see how much pleasure she was bringing another woman. So intimate; locked between her thighs, pumping your cock in and out of her... Did men feel like this all the time, she wondered.

Probably not. How could they enjoy the knowledge she had; the knowing of what your partner was feeling? The certainty of what your lover would feel if you moved your cock like this... Tessa moaned appreciatively as Jenny circled her hips in a figure-of-eight. The pressure on her clitoris was pleasant, but the real pleasure was in her head as Jenny moved in different ways, trying to stimulate Tessa in ways she enjoyed herself. Soft moans and gasps were her reward, as Tessa's face contorted in pleasure a dozen different ways. Soft hands grabbed at her back, her bottom, her neck; all telling her the pleasure she was bringing.

Jenny remembered something she enjoyed her husband doing, and lifted Tessa's legs up. Jenny lifted herself up onto her knees, and pushed Tessa's knees back towards her chest, placing the girl's ankles either side of her head. In this position she could make only short, shallow motions; but Tessa's gasps changed appreciatively.

"Oh that's good. Oh please don't stop." begged Tessa "Oh God! Aahh! Please! Uungh!"

Jenny rocked back and forth, supporting the weight of Tessa's lower body as she bent the younger girl into a C-shape, bringing cries and gasps of pleasure. In this position, Jenny was able to drive the dildo right in to the base, feeling Tessa's pubic hair teasing her own shaven lips. Tessa cried out loudly, going stiff as her orgasm came strongly, face contorting with what almost seemed for a moment painful, then giving way to pleasure. Jenny smiled with satisfaction, enjoying the sight of the pleasure she had brought. She gently lowered Tessa's legs, finding this position too much hard work to sustain, and moved on to a new one as Tessa gasped beneath her.

Now, she moved her whole body up so that instead of lying between Tessa's legs, she was on top of her; her pubic bone pressing down on her lover's. On this position, the dildo was bent straight down, rubbing hard against Tessa's clitoris. Jenny took deeper, slower strokes this time, enjoying the experience of sensing Tessa's growing orgasm again. She could tell, watching and listening, just how close the younger girl was, and each time she slowed down until Tessa was begging for orgasm. Finally, Jenny suddenly switched to a rapid, vigorous motion; in and out, in and out, in and out. Tessa exploded within seconds, letting out a piercing wail.

Jenny gently rocked back and forth as Tessa gulped for air, and slowly recovered her senses. The girl stared at her for several seconds as though incoherent, then a broad grin spread across her face and she let out a loud, low laugh.

"Oh, that was good!" she cried happily. "That was so fucking good!"

Tessa lifted herself up and kissed Jenny passionately.

"You're a natural at this" she laughed, pushing Jenny back. "Now roll back," she said firmly.

Jenny let Tessa push her back, and the two women slowly exchanged positions without separating. Now, Tessa was above Jenny, and she lifted up for a moment, bringing her legs up to straddle the buxom blonde. She lowered herself back onto the erect shaft of Jenny's strap-on, groaning with satisfaction as the thick shaft impaled her.

Tessa began to rock back and forth, riding the strap-on phallus like some sort of rodeo ride. Jenny watched with amazement at Tessa's slim body astride hers; her firm thighs clamped around Jenny's waist; her delicate hands stroking Jenny's flat stomach; her pert breasts bouncing high up on her chest. Tessa had such flawless, pale skin; unusual in the land of perma-tanned coeds. Her red hair shook as she pumped her slim hips back and forth. But really, Jenny was most focussed on the bouncing breasts, tipped with half-hard pink nipples.

Jenny sat up, using her hands to pull herself up until her mouth met one of Tessa's nipples, taking the spongy tissue into her mouth. She teased the nipple, sucking on it as her hands explored Tessa's firm thighs and buttocks. Tessa moaned softly as Jenny released her nipple, now swollen and deep purple with engorgement, moving across to nuzzle on the second. The young ****** held herself up as long as she could, suckling at the twenty-year-olds firm breasts. At last, she lowered herself, only then realising how much Tessa had had to slow her movements so that Jenny could nurse at her breasts. Now, Tessa began to speed up again, resting her hands on Jenny's shoulders as she bucked her hips, grinding down hard and just nudging back and forth a few inches, keeping the dildo deep inside her.

Jenny watched with happy affection, bathing in the sight of the young woman's passion as she drove herself towards climax. Tessa caught her gaze, and the two women stared at each other as Tessa's orgasm surged through her once more, turning her legs to jelly and her spine to liquid fire.

Tessa collapsed onto her elbows on Jenny's chest, panting and giggling again. She pushed up on her hands, leaving her breasts dangling momentarily over Jenny's appreciative gaze. Then Tessa pushed herself up and back to a sitting position before lifting herself off the thick dildo. Kneeling up, she looked down at Jenny steadily, not taking her eyes off the older woman. She began to move forwards, shuffling along Jenny's prostrate body until she had to lift a knee, bringing it up and over Jenny's shoulder.

Finally, Jenny broke from Tessa's gaze, dropping her eyes to the junction of the young woman's thighs as the second knee landed on the other side of her head. Tessa's pussy was just inches away from Jenny's face, and the heady scent of her filled Jenny's nostrils.

Tessa moved the final few inches as Jenny fixed her gaze on the redhead's approaching pussy. Tessa's battered pussy lips were swollen and dripping with sticky juices; her pussy still open from the thick dildo. Jenny saw the deep pink interior and lifted her head, opening her lips to suck hungrily at the moisture running from the parted pussy lips. Her eyes closed as she drank deeply; her hands coming to clasp Tessa's ass firmly.

Jenny was completely enveloped in Tessa's warm flesh, her head pinned between Tessa's strong thighs as her tongue explored the moist interior once again. The young woman tastes stronger, more aroused than before; and Jenny luxuriated in the feeling of ********** and sensuality to be found there.

Riding Jenny's face, Tessa ground down slowly, back and forth, allowing Jenny to reach every part of her. Mini-orgasms shuddered through her as Jenny's eager tongue drove deep into her aroused pussy. She opened her eyes, looking down Jenny's head visible between her thighs; the blonde hair spilling onto the bed above the closed eyes, and the nose buried deep in her neatly trimmed bush.

Tessa groaned as Jenny licked roughly at her clitoris. Her eyes half-closed, but she ****** them to stay open; to allow her to see the beautiful older woman lying submissively between her legs... Tessa's orgasm began to rise as she thought about Jenny's position; about lying there helplessly as a younger woman drove herself onto a strap-on dildo, and then moved up your body, bringing a gaping wet pussy over your mouth, and making you...

"Aaaahhhh!" cried Tessa as her pussy exploded in orgasm once more, electricity shooting through her back, her arms, her legs. She fell forwards and then let herself roll towards the head of the bed, releasing Jenny from her sweaty position between her thighs. The older woman was red-faced; her lips, cheeks and chin covered with sticky pussy juices which had dripped down her neck and into her hair. She was breathing hard, but as her eyes opened to see Tessa watching her, her face split with an enormous smile, and the women began to laugh together...

Tessa and Jenny giggled, kissing and cuddling each other till Jenny announced, "You know what, honey - I really need to shower!"

Tessa agreed, and the two of them got up on unsteady legs; Jenny slipping off the dildo before heading for the bathroom. After a minute, the shower started, and the sound of happy chatter and laughter drifted back into the bedroom. All had been left abandoned there; sheets rumpled and pillows strewn on the floor. Slowly though, unexpectedly, the half-open closet door slowly opened in silence.

Head cocked to one side to listen out for one of the women returning, Karen slipped out of the closet, and tip-toed along the balcony. Clearly the two women hadn't heard anything, and she confidently hurried down the stairs. In one hand, she held her DVD camcorder, the red 'Record' button hidden below a spot of duct tape. In less than a minute, Karen slipped noiselessly out of the kitchen door, and outside.

"Bye!" said Jenny gaily, kissing Tessa tenderly on the lips as they stood just inside the door out of sight. "I'll see you in a few days?"

"You bet!" replied Tessa with conviction, hugging her tightly. "I'm not letting you get away!"

"Besides," she continued. "I don't know what's going to happen with you and Karen, but she and Dee are still friends, and I'm looking forward to more pool parties like last week."

Jenny smiled, no longer even embarrassed at being reminded of the afternoon last week when she had been stripped down to a 'Wicked Weasel' bikini by three strange women, and turned into a group sex toy for the afternoon. She kissed Tessa again, and in a moment, the youngster was gone.

Jenny sighed and smiled. She still had an hour or so before anyone else would be home, she thought as she stopped at the answerphone and pressed play. She wasn't surprised to hear Kyle's voice first, but was pleasantly surprised to hear that he was announcing he'd actually be home on time for once. Then her ******** Erin came on.

"Beep. Hey mom. So, college is great. I'm going out running with my new friend Billie tomorrow evening, and said we could run over to see you for supper, and you'd give us a lift back to campus, is that cool? Let me know if you can't.

Jenny frowned for a moment, wondering what had made her suddenly nervous. Then she realised she could smell coffee.

"Hello," she called as she walked through to the kitchen. Then, she stopped dead. Karen sat at the bar, two steaming cups in front of her. Her black face was set half-seriously, half-smiling.

"Hi, sweetie" said the black woman in friendly tones. "Join me for a coffee?"

Jenny stared, suddenly scared and confused; her happy post-orgasmic haze suddenly shattered.

"Oh come on, take the weight off. I was going to ask if you'd enjoyed yourself with Tessa" she said, gesturing to the tray beside her still laden with oil, cream and food. She lifted a banana, holding it under her nose. "But I think I know the answer to that one."

Karen giggled at Jenny's shocked face. "Oh come on, honey. I said it was okay for Tessa to come over. I never said I wasn't coming back. But hey, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Believe it or not..."

"How did you... When did you come in?" said Jenny hesitantly.

"Oh, I've popped in and out, you might say..." said Karen suggestively. "You two were having such fun upstairs, it seemed unfair to interrupt."

Jenny had gone pale. Karen knew...

"You know... given the trouble you went to; to steal from me..." said Karen in dangerous tones. "You might have thought about being a bit more careful for a while, at least..."

Something snapped into place in Jenny's mind. She didn't have to take this if she didn't want to. Her stresses and fears suddenly poured out.

"Careful? Like taking me out in public naked? Like getting me fucked by a passing stranger? You call that careful? I could have caught something, gotten pregnant, been recognised... The only reason I did what you wanted was to safeguard my marriage - and then you put it at risk again!"

Karen recoiled slightly. She had been expecting a little defiance, but not for Jenny to come at her, guns blazing.

"Hey..."

"Don't you 'hey' me!" snapped Jenny; wilfully biting off the word 'bitch' that she wanted to follow with, knowing it would just make Karen angry and aggressive. "You blackmailed me for doing something stupid as a teenager, and then made me do things ten times worse. Did you think I was just going to take it forever? Huh?"

Karen took a mouthful of coffee, using both hands to hide an adrenaline-induced tremble. Wow, Jenny was really fighting it! What would she do if Karen revealed her new video of Jenny and Tessa? Or maybe a power play wasn't the way to go after all... After all, what did she herself actually want from this? It had gone far beyond some sort of petty 'revenge' just for Jenny being young and beautiful. She was pretty sure Jenny had actually enjoyed being submissive as much as she had enjoyed being dominant, and wanted to get that back. She had really enjoyed Jenny's **********; and honestly, she'd rather Jenny did it willingly. Karen could offer her some sort of concession - but only from a position of strength. Not on the back foot like this.

"Oh, you'll take it Toy," she began, speaking deliberately softly and firmly. "You'll take it because you loved taking it. You'll get down on your knees before me because it's what you want to do. Because it makes you feel good."

"No!" cried Jenny, her anger confused by the feelings of arousal Karen was triggering.

"Oh yes, sweetie. You still want to be my little slut-slave, don't you?" said Karen, coming to stand in front of the much shorter white woman.

"No!" said Jenny, desperately; backing away as Karen's hands sought out her breasts.

Karen walked forwards and around, steadily backing Jenny into the corner of the kitchen.

"You want it. I know you want it. And you know that I want it. You want to do what I say." said Karen, grabbing Jenny's wrists and pressing into her at the waist. Jenny bent back over the counter, trying to keep away. This was the time, Karen knew. This is when she could offer Jenny the carrot she needed to welcome the stick.

"I'm not going to ***** you, Jenny. Believe it or not, if you say no, I'll leave. Leave you to your boring husband, and keep you away from Tessa, Dee and the others. But I won't tell Kyle anything. I promise you. Either way, you've earned that."

Jenny froze, hardly able to believe what she was hearing. Karen released her wrists and continued her calm exposition.

"If you want to keep exploring my world though Jenny, you'll follow my rules. If you want to see Tessa again, or to feel the thrill of ********** to me and my friends... I'll take you and control and humiliate you. Take you beyond your limits... But right here and now, I'll promise you safety. Kyle will never find out from me. And I won't make you take any other men if you don't want to..."

Karen's hand stroked Jenny's face as she looked into Jenny's eyes almost tenderly. Jenny had tears in her eyes. Karen came in, and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

"Be my slave..." Karen whispered in Jenny's ear. "I'll protect you, and keep you safe. All you need to do is kneel down..."

Jenny almost sobbed. She could tell Karen meant it. She was safe. Kyle wouldn't find out. Wouldn't leave her. And she could still see Tessa. And Karen? Did she want for Karen to control her? Enslave her?

Jenny's mind flicked through mental images of her ********** to Karen the week before. Stripping down, and masturbating in front of her in the living room... Bending over backwards in front of her with a dildo in her pussy... Shaving her pussy... Exposing herself in the shoe-shop... Modelling the tiny bikinis and underwear in 'Dangerous Curves'... Learning how to 'Display' and 'Flaunt' herself... Taking off her clothes in front of three women... Being kissed and caressed in the hot tub...

Jenny's knees slowly started to sag, and Karen stepped back slightly to give her room.

Masturbating herself over the phone, putting the dildo into her ass and pussy... Seducing her husband in stockings and suspenders... Letting him have her ass for the first time...

Jenny sank slowly to her knees, eyes glazed.

Walking naked in the woods, posing for pictures... Seducing the young student out jogging... Taking a black cock into her mouth...

Karen's wraparound dress slid to the floor, leaving her naked underneath. She spoke softly.

Seeing Tessa at her door... Taking her in and making love to her... Playing with the cream and fruit... Fucking each other with the dildo...

Jenny knew what she wanted now, and knew she could have it. Her old life could continue; alongside this new one. And now without fear; secure in her Mistress's promises of security.

Kneeling naked at Karen's feet... Bathing Karen with her tongue... Taking Karen's strap- on dildo in her pussy and ass... Lying between Karen's spread legs and fucking her senseless; Jenny's soft white body pressed against Karen's ebony skin...

Jenny knelt forward, and put her mouth between Karen's legs. Her newly skilled tongue slid effortlessly into her Mistress's pussy. Willingly, happily, she embraced her new life with open arms...

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Turning the Teacher


The youngest of three boys, I guess you would have expected me to get used to the sight of the male nude. But my parents were real prudes, and went on about nudity being dirty. They never really differentiated between male and female nudity, so I never did either. I realised that I was bi as soon as I was old enough to learn about sex at all.

There weren't many bi guys at college, which is why I spent time surfing for mates online. I found plenty too. All sorts of different guys, with all sorts of ideas. I mean, I had a girlfriend or two as well - I didn't want people to know I was that way. College is tough enough, but my parents had sent me to an Evangelical school!

Anyway, I was going through the archives of one of my favorite sites, Buck Hunter, when I found something a couple of years old that made me sit up with a bolt. A young face with a stiff cock in his mouth looked very familiar! Clicking on the link, I went to the index page and gasped. It was unmistakably one of my college tutors!

Mr Wild, one of the youngest teachers, was there on the screen before me! The video was outstanding! Like all the Buck hunter videos, it showed one of the team cruising normal (i.e. Straight) bars for pick-ups, offering cash if necessary for poor straight guys to bend a little. Mr Wild took little persuasion to head 'back to their place' to hang out by the pool, appearing in a tight pair of bikini pants lent to him by one of his seducers. In no time, he was getting oiled up by Brad and Andy, clearly a little *****. It wasn't long before they all 'decided' to go nude, revealing a trio of half-hard and very handsome cocks.

From the sideways glances Mr Wild (or 'Charlie') was giving the other men, it was obvious he was attracted to them, and Brad started the bidding low. Just fifty dollars later, Charlie had Brad's hard cock in his mouth. He was a bit inexperienced, and ****** on Brad's load, covering his face, but Brad wasn't complaining. Andy went next, whilst Brad started teasing Charlie's cock.

After Mr Wild swallowed Andy's jizz, they lay him down, stroking his body all over, but hardly touching his cock, which stood up a proud six or seven inches. Brad eventually started teasing the base of Mr Wild's prick as Andy went for the ****, getting Mr Wild to beg for oral sex. Andy got Mr Wild to agree to be fucked, even to beg for it, before producing a contract. Supposedly it was an agreement to sex, so he couldn't accuse them of anything later, but I'm sure there was a rider about film release in there.

Once the contract was signed, Mr Wild's cock disappeared into Brad's talented mouth. The next few minutes of the film showed Mr Wild writhing as his cock was expertly sucked by Brad. Andy disappeared briefly, returning with a massive hard-on, gleaming with lube.

As Andy stroked his thick shaft, Mr Wild cried out, bucking at the hips as his come poured into Brad's warm throat. The two of them moved as one for several seconds, until Brad sat back and wiped his mouth. Mr Wild lay gasping for breath, legs wide apart, and his almost-hard cock visibly pulsing on his belly.

Brad moved aside, and lifted Mr Wild's lower body, whilst Andy shoved a cushioned wedge under him. This left Mr Wild with his body bent up at the waist, his arse exposed completely. Andy knelt between his legs, whilst Brad lifted his legs up. The camera moved round to show Andy's thick shaft pushing into Mr Wild's virgin arse as he cried aloud.

This was one of the sexiest videos ever! Admittedly, knowing it was my teacher made it sexier, but watching Andy expertly fuck the arse of a slim but handsome man was incredibly erotic. Mr Wild must have been tight, as Andy was clearly getting excited after just a few minutes. He pulled out, and flipped Mr Wild over onto all fours before thrusting back in again, buggering him vigorously.

As Mr Wild howled, his erect cock spurting onto the floor beneath him, my own cock began to jerk and I came into my fist as I wanked in front of the computer.

I cleaned myself up as the video kept playing; Mr Wild taking Brad's cock in his ass, then spit-roasted between the two men. Mr Wild showering, and sucking off Andy in the shower. Then they made him wank in front of them, catching his come in his hand and making him ***** it. They kept the ***** flowing, so he was clearly pretty lubed as they reached a finale, dressing him up in a tiny cheerleader's outfit and a wig. He blew them both once more before they waved him off, clearly forgetting the way he was dressed, tottering down the street in a tiny skirt, panties and a boob tube.

I saved the video to my hard drive, and set the computer to burn a copy. Then I set it to play again, and took my cock in my hand...

I knew that the Buck Hunter films were genuine now, having wondered whether they were actually actors. But this one was kind of special. It showed me that Mr Wild (nicknamed 'Mr Mild' at school) was not just bisexual, but something of a submissive. The more I watched it, the more I could see him getting into it. He was clearly resistant at first, but the offer of cash (and not very much cash) had been enough to overcome his inhibitions, and presumably stop worrying about his motivations. By the time he was turned on, he had really been begging to be fucked, and had clearly enjoyed being humiliated and used. He also looked pretty good as a girl.

My own thoughts were following the plot of the film. With the threat of exposure, my newly-qualified teacher would have little choice but to do what I wanted. And I wanted him...

I waited until I had thought out what I wanted. I borrowed a digital camera and camcorder from a friend in the photography club. I also did some shopping on line. Mr Wild was going to be mine completely.

It was coming up to a four-day weekend, and most everyone was making plans. But I'm sure no-one else's were like mine. When the girls in class asked, Mr Wild said he was planning just to relax at home. I told my own parents I'd be hanging out at the lake camping with friends.

I wasn't due to see Mr Wild on Thursday, so I made my move on Wednesday after class. I made an excuse to stay back, and then slipped a DVD into the computer. I closed the blinds, taking the time to lock the door as I did. Then I put it on.

Poor Mr Wild. I actually felt a little sorry for him at first. He went pale at the Buck Hunter logo, and his jaw hit the floor when he saw himself.

We didn't watch the whole thing - this DVD was all about the edited highlights, and only lasted five minutes. At the end, he was trembling and ashen-faced. He begged me not to show anyone.

"I wasn't planning to," I said. "I think it's a great video. But I figure a lot of the guys around here wouldn't find it as hot as I do. Some might even think it was a bit weird. I can't imagine what the principal might think - you know what he says about homos. Asshole."

"No, that's right. Just between us." Said Mr Wild gratefully. "Thank you Matt"

"Oh that's okay," I said. "You can thank me later. I really wanted to share this with you - the way you were so wild and sexy back then. Maybe see if you could ever be that way again some time."

"I, uh... I don't know Matt. I don't even remember that much of what happened, I was so *****" he said warily.

"Really. Well, we should watch the whole thing", I said brightly, holding up a second DVD. "I'll come round to your place after school tomorrow. It'll be great!"

"Matt - I could get fired for that" he said in a low tone. "It's like, corrupting a minor. You're only just eighteen."

"You let me worry about that, Mr Wild. In fact, just relax about it and let me make the decisions. I'll be there at six."

I tossed him the DVD, and walked off. He called after me plaintively, but I ignored him. He had to learn there was no room for debate. He was mine.

Mr Wild called in sick the next day. I can't say I was all that surprised. I'd be worried sick in his place. Luckily I had already done my research, and knew where he lived.

I had a great day, laughing to myself when I palmed people off with some lie about the weekend. Everyone thought I'd be visiting relatives, and in fact I'd be having the wildest weekend of all, fucking one of the cutest men I'd met in years. I could hardly wait, and ended up knocking on his door at just after four.

When Mr Wild opened the door, he wasn't looking his best. He had long dirty-blonde hair, usually pulled back in a shoulder-length ponytail but now astrew in a big jumble. His trimmed goatee had a piece of fluff in it, and his shirt was untucked.

"Matt! How did you..?" he started.

"I just didn't want to wait, Mr Wild. I mean, I've been looking forward to tonight for weeks!"

"Matt, you can't expect me to... To DO anything like this again, can you?"

"Oh yes!" I said abruptly and definitely. "Pretty much everything like that actually."

His eyes widened. "I can't, Matt." he whined.

I stepped inside and pulled the door closed. "You can. And you will."

He shook visibly, his mouth opening but no sound coming out. God, this was easy. He was a born submissive. I put my hands on his shoulders, gently pressing down. He sank to his knees in front of me, barely into his house.

"You know what to do," I said firmly. One last time, he tried shaking his head.

"Please, Matt?" he begged.

"Take it out, and kiss it." I ordered him.

His head hung, but after a moment, his hands were unzipping my fly, and I felt air on my already half-hard cock as he pulled it out. Uncut, I had five inches soft, and as he began to kiss my shaft it expanded, rapidly reaching its full eight and a half inches. I didn't need to give him any more instructions, and he stretched his lips around my thick shaft - almost seven inches around - and began to suck.

His technique was simple, but he made up for this in enthusiasm as his head bobbed back and forth on my heavy cock. I was close in minutes, and was sure he could tell.

"I'm going to come in a minute," I said in a slightly strained voice. "And I want you to swallow it all."

He didn't respond in any way, so I pressed him.

"Look at me! Now, blink slowly if you understand me."

He obeyed, slowly closing his deep blue eyes.

"Now, you're going to swallow my load, understood?"

Blink.

"Oh yeah! Yeah that's it." I got more excited seeing him so subservient, and my orgasm came on fast.

"Aaaaaah!" I cried, orgasming excitedly into his mouth. His cheeks bulged as I pumped his mouth full of my spunk, and he took a gulp, swallowing deeply. I watched as my orgasm faded, more come pumping into his waiting mouth.

He didn't miss a drop.

After recovering, I took him upstairs to the bathroom where I told him to shower, shave his legs, and then shave off his goatee. I talked over his protests, ignoring them as I gave him a couple of razors, and shaving gel.

"You've got twenty minutes," I said. Then I went to unload the bags from my car.

Twenty minutes later, he was clean-shaven and showered, dressed in a light shirt and chinos.

"Right, we're off out." I announced. "Bring your wallet".

"Where are we going?" he asked as he locked the house. I held my hand out for the keys.

"I made an appointment at the Springs day Spa for you." I told him. "Come on, I'm driving."

I took him down to the day spa, briefly explaining that I had booked a course of treatments for him. He would get a slight haircut and salon conditioning, a 'back, sack and crack' waxing, a facial, an enema, and a whole-body seaweed wrap. I'd pick him up in two hours.

I'd missed out a few details. The waxing included a full Brazilian, the facial included plucking his eyebrows, and I'd spoken with the hair stylist about going brunette, and a more feminine style. He was going to come out of this evening at the spa looking very different!

Whilst he was in the spa, I drove back to his place, where I showered and shaved, then nosed around the place. If he had any porn, I couldn't find it, although he had a lot of books by someone called 'DH Lawrence' on his shelves. I stripped his bed, and replaced the bed sheet with a silk one I had bought cheap online. Then I put out a couple of candles, placed one of his mirrors at the head of the bed, and laid out a change of clothes for him. After that, I put dinner in the oven, and went back to get Mr Wild.

When I picked him up, I hardly recognised him. His hair was chestnut brown, and floated around his head in a carefully layered cut. He already looked incredibly feminine, but there was much more to come. He was almost silent on the drive home, and I could tell he was feeling both confused, and kind of excited.

Back at the house, I poured him a glass of wine, and toasted his new look.

"Please Matt; I know what you're doing. But it's not right. You can't make me do this." he pleaded pitifully s he put his cup down.

"Of course I can," I replied. "I'm just trying to make it more fun for both of us."

"Now," I said after a swig of wine. "Dinner is in ten minutes, so you'd better get changed. I want you to make an effort, and I've put things out on the bed for you."

I had indeed. Mostly stuff that Kasey, my on-off girlfriend had left at my place, with some purchases off the internet. Mr Wild dragged himself upstairs, and that was the last I saw of him, as someone entirely new came downstairs.

I heard the heels coming downstairs, and turned to watch as my dinner date came into view.

High heels capped long legs, shimmering faintly in transparent hose which I knew to be stockings. After the long legs, exposing just the hint of a stocking-top, came the shortest of crushed velvet skirts, deep blue and clinging tightly to the firm thighs beneath. Above the belt, the dress seemed modest enough, with a high neck above the gentle swell of breasts, but again I knew differently. Then came a face of soft curves, scarlet lipstick, mascara and eye shadow, framed in those gorgeous brunette locks. A beautiful feminine face, smiling nervously.

I grinned as the vision walked carefully towards me. "You look gorgeous," I said with pride. "Just gorgeous. Show me the back..."

My date obeyed, revealing the dress's hidden secret. It was completely backless! I had bought a special padded bra which went around the shoulders, to give the illusion of breasts. Aside from the strap around the neck, concealed anyway by the shoulder-length hair, the whole of the flawless skin of my teacher's back was exposed, right down to just skimming the top of the pert buttocks covered in crushed velvet.

I wolf-whistled appreciatively, and he hung his head as he turned back to me. I stepped forward, lifting his smooth chin in a rough hand.

"You look fabulous," I said again, firmly. "I shall call you Charlotte."

A blush arose on Charlotte's face, and I bent to kiss her/him on the lips. After a minute, she began to kiss back, and after another minute, her hands were on my back. I stroked my hands through her long brown hair, and down the sweep of her naked back.

I drew back, noticing how she moved towards me, and then led her to the table, where I pulled out her chair for her. I brought out the first course, a simple classic of oven-roasted asparagus drizzled in olive oil. Its perfect erotic finger food, and I enjoyed watching her greedy lipstick-coated mouth suck in whole shafts from my hands.

The next course was a fancy ready-meal of baked salmon and vegetables, nice and light with the white wine I kept topping her up with. Barefoot, I played with her stocking-clad legs as we ate. Then dessert was a single bowl of chocolate ice cream with a single spoon. At first, I fed us both alternate spoons, and we flirted away, and then I pulled her onto my lap where I could feed her ice cream, and whisper rude words into her ear.

By the time we had finished the bowl, I knew she was ready. She had ***** several glasses, and if she was really a woman, I was sure she'd be creaming by now. I stood and kissed her, then led her gently to the stairs. She was no good on high heels, and not wanting the mood spoiled, I swept her up, easily lifting her and carrying her upstairs.

I only put her down at the end of the bed, trying not to show the strain (I had to admit it was harder than I thought to carry him upstairs!) and stood close.

"Take off the dress" I said quietly, standing only inches away, but not touching her.

She blushed, but obediently reached for the clasp behind her neck. After fumbling a moment, she was able to pull forward, peeling the dress down her front like a banana. The backless bra was virginal white, as were the French knickers and stockings she revealed as the dress dropped to the floor, and she straightened.

Still close but not touching, I told her to take off the panties. She did, pulling them down to reveal a hardening but hairless cock, arising from her/his naked groin.

"Crawl onto the bed, facing the top" I said, still fully dressed, and totally in control. I watched as my fantastic androgynous plaything crawled away from me, buttocks flexing. Charlotte still wore 'her' high heels.

"Brace your hands on the end, and move your legs apart" I ordered. "Keep your eyes on me in the mirror." I added, wanting as much to see my teacher's mixture of ******** embarrassment and honest lust as for him to witness my own arousal.

I drank in the sight of his hairless ass and balls, hard cock bobbing between his legs, all framed by white stockings, as he watched me in the mirror in turn. At last, I began stripping off my own clothes, quickly getting naked.

I'm in pretty good shape, as you might guess, and blessed with a cock that whilst not quite porno-freaky, is a respectable size. It was bigger than ever tonight, and I could see a little fear in 'Charlotte's' eyes as I lubed it from an oil bottle I had secreted by the bed. Then I climbed aboard, moving up to my reluctantly eager lover.

I plunged an oily finger straight into her tight arse, provoking a gasp, but only for a moment as 'she' pressed back. I knew it wasn't her first time, but it had been a long time!

I pulled out and took hold of my cock, guiding the thick shaft to Charlotte's eager bottom. The thick oiled-up head pressed against her anus.

Charlotte pressed back, bracing her arms against the headboard, and moaned as my stiff cock began to spread the tight knot of her arse. I could feel the muscle slowly giving way, and I pressed on firmly.

In a few more seconds, the head of my cock slid between her butt-cheeks with a sudden jolt, bringing a deep loud cry from my older lover. I paused a second to let him/her recover before beginning to press the wide shaft of my cock deeper inside 'her'. Slowly, I began to fuck her tight anus, my cock gripped by a tight ring of muscle.

God! She was glorious! Mr Wild, my teacher, transformed into a brunette stocking-clad cocksucking slut, pressing his hot hairless ass back onto my thick cock! I could hardly believe it myself, and turned for a minute to check I had flicked on the camera when I came in. Yep, the red light glowed steadily, recording forever me plundering my teachers' ass for the first time.

I began to build up a rhythm, sliding in and out the length of my shaft. With each stroke, Charlotte gasped and groaned, hungry for more.

With Charlotte pushing back hard, I didn't need to pull so hard on her hips, and ran a free hand around her waist, reaching between her wide-spread thighs. Her hard cock bobbed about, and I grabbed it with another groan from my lover. I gripped tightly, allowing our thrusting thighs to do the job of masturbating the hard shaft as we moved back and forth.

Charlotte was panting with pleasure now, and I started talking dirty to her.

"Oh yeah, bitch. You're loving this aren't you? Loving me fucking your tight hole as I stroke your little cock. Look at you thrusting back at me. Your body is begging to be fucked, isn't it?"

Charlotte was no longer a reluctant lover, but a lustful sexy one, moaning almost incoherently.

"I've got big plans for you this weekend, Charlotte. I'm going to spend the whole time finding new ways to fuck you!"

Charlotte began to make tiny moans, close to orgasm.

"You're going to love it all, love being fucked by me. All dressed up, you're being fucked by one of your students, and you love it!"

"Aaaaahhhh!"

With a great cry, `Charlotte' came mightily; his cock swelling in my fist as jet after jet of hot sperm came pouring out. I could see his face in the mirror, twisted into a mask of desperation, pain and pleasure. His hips bucked, and his asshole contracted, and it was all too much for me. With a roar, I thrust fully inside and blasted my come into his sore ass. We bucked back and forth together, in the throes of orgasm, till we finally collapsed together...

After I made Charlotte lick up the spunk `she' had deposited on the duvet, we curled up on the silk sheets beneath, her head cradled on my chest as fat tears ran slowly down her face. I wasn't sure if she was happy or sad.

But I knew she was mine.

I woke up early, sunlight pushing through the feeble barrier provided by pale yellow curtains. I was lying on a double bed in a strange room, and for a moment I wondered where I was.

Then it came back to me.

I was at my teacher's house, Mr. Wild. I had found a sordid and sexy video he had starred in before he became a teacher, and used it to blackmail him into becoming my very own sexy cock-slave. I looked over, and he was lying next to me, his face still wearing make-up which was a little dry. His newly-dyed brunette hair surrounded his head on the pillow.

I looked down.

His chest was hairless, right down past the navel, where the sheet covered him. Lower, a stocking-clad leg protruded from under the covers.

I grinned, and gently slipped out from the far side of the bed. I padded through to the bathroom for a slash, and then jumped into the shower for a wash.

Ten minutes later, I was dry, and came back to the bedroom. My teacher was still lying asleep in bed. Even with the overnight makeup, he looked very sexy. I can't deny that a big butch man is damned sexy, but my personal preference is a more androgynous look. Maybe that's because I'm really bi, and I love women's bodies too. Last night, I spent about half the time thinking of him as Mr. Wild, and the other half seeing him as a 'her', the sexy Charlotte.

He was definitely a he at the moment though. There was a definite bulge at his midriff, poking through the thin sheet. I smiled, and went to pick up the video camera set up in the corner of the room. I took out the memory disc, replacing it, and set up the tripod so the camera was looking closely at Mr. Wild. Once it was set up, I went to pick up the still camera, and turned it on, taking a couple of shots.

Gently, I reached out and lifted the cover, pulling it back over his body.

In a few moments, I had revealed his hard cock, a slim white snake coiled up in his naked crotch. Not a whisper of hair was left on his cock and balls, carefully stripped at the spa yesterday. Below the sexy sight of his nude crotch, he still wore the creamy-white stockings from yesterday.

Nice.

I took a few more shots, both at a distance, and right up close. Man, these were good. But I had even sexier pictures in mind.

I reached out, gently taking his semi-hard cock between my fingers, and stroking it back and forth. It quickly grew to a proud but slim six inches, uncut, the glans pressing out through his foreskin like a flower bud.

I stepped back and took a few more pictures of him lying there, the zoomed in close on his stiff cock. I didn't just play with my camera for long. Putting it down, I reached out for the stiff shaft and bent forward, sliding my mouth over the swollen head.

With my hand, I kept stroking the stiff shaft as I swished my tongue around the head of my teacher's cock, savouring the salty taste of his cum. Softly, he moaned, and his legs parted as he rolled onto his back.

I kept the hard shaft in my mouth, teasing the tip with my tongue as I stroked the end with my hand. Resting on my belly, I brought my other hand around, and began to caress his balls. Obviously now awake, Mr. Wild moaned again, and I felt his hands gently rest on the back of my head.

Bobbing back and forth, I momentarily released his cock to wet my forefinger in my mouth before diving back onto the salty treat. A moment later, my wet finger was pressing against his anus.

Mr. Wild's stocking-clad legs parted as wide as they would go, allowing my finger to press deep into his bottom without resistance. I pumped it back and forth as best I could, a little awkwardly due to my position on the bed. Nevertheless, it was obviously pleasant for Mr. Wild, who began groaning with pleasure.

After a couple of minutes, I could feel his anus contracting around my finger, and his cock swell as his orgasm approached. His back arched as his orgasm surged through him, and his cock filled my mouth with jet after jet of warm cum.

I kept my mouth full, letting his cock slide out, and slid along his body, over the heaving chest, and pressed my lips against his.

As he kissed me back, our lips parted, and I let the mouthful of sperm slide from my mouth into his. His eyes bulged, but he took the mouthful obediently, swallowing his sperm without a murmur. I knelt back between his legs, and licked my palm with the last of his slimy sperm, reaching down to transfer it to the hard thick shaft erupting from my crotch.

Mr. Wild stared at me with deep blue eyes, breathing hard. He looked nervous, horny and confused all at once - I loved it! So sexy!

I reached down, pulling his legs up in front of me, pushing them back towards his chest until his ass began to lift off the bed. With his feet now up on my shoulders, I reached down to my cock, placing it at the entrance to his tight butt.

He whimpered, eyes fearful but longing, but didn't move away as I pressed my stiff come-soaked shaft deep into his dark passage. We groaned together, both enjoying the tightness of his anus around my thick shaft.

Mr. Wild lay back and closed his eyes in wanton surrender as I thrust again and again deep into his ass. Pressing against his thighs, I looked down at him, then over at the camera recording his hard fucking.

"Open your eyes," I ordered him. He obeyed me, looking up with eyes bursting with passion, clearly almost delirious with pleasure. I told him to look over to the window, and he finally saw the camera filming his debauchery.

His face fell a little, but he didn't protest. After staring at the camera for several seconds, he just closed his eyes and lay back again, getting lost in the pleasure I was giving him.

I decided to let him enjoy himself a little longer, but after a minute, I pressed him.

"God you're tight!" I said. "I'm loving this. Loving fucking your tight ass. Are you loving it? Tell me if you're loving it..."

His lips parted a moment, as if to speak, but he stopped. I wasn't going to let him away with that!

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, slowing down my rapid jerks into long slow thrusts in and out of his rectum. "Do you want me to stop fucking you?"

"N...no!" he cried eventually, eyes screwed shut.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

"NO! Please don't stop!" he cried.

"You want me to keep fucking you?"

"Yes! Please keep fucking me," he gasped, hands clutching at the bed sheets in desperation as he got closer to another climax. I wasn't even touching his cock, now hard again between his thighs and belly.

"Are you my little girl?"

"Yes! I'm your... Your little girl... I'm....aaaaaaah!" he cried out as he came again. I stopped thrusting, but the feeling of his ass contracting around my cock was too much, and I erupted myself, spurting my hot cum deep inside him.

We jerked and bucked together with pleasure, and then held an odd tableau for several seconds, me pressing hard into his ass as I looked down at his helpless features.

Eventually, I pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed, a little out of breath. He was silent.

"I'm going for a shower again," I said. "Get us some breakfast in bed, and then you can have your own shower. And don't forget to shave!"

...

Mr. Wild fixed us a breakfast of coffee, juice and toast with marmalade, eating quietly. He didn't seem ready to make conversation yet, although I would have been happy to. After eating, he went to shower, and I went about choosing him an outfit to wear.

I had brought a bag full of women's clothes that various girlfriends of mine, and my brothers, had left over, as well as stuff I had picked up from charity shops. I had had to guess the right size, and had only managed a couple of pairs of shoes.

I put an outfit out on the bed for Mr. Wild to wear, and turn from Charles Wild, school teacher, into Charlotte Wild, sex kitten and general cock slut.

I left a set of (unfortunately mismatched) bra and knickers, along with fake boobs and stockings. To wear on top, there was a short red skirt and a white blouse, and a small red scarf, like some air stewardesses wear.

I sat back and enjoyed my coffee until Mr. Wild returned from the bathroom freshly showered and shaved.

"I've picked out an outfit for you," I said. "Why not put the underwear on, and then fix your hair?"

"Matt, please..." started Mr. Wild. "Can't you stop? Why make me do this?"

I stood up, walking over to him. "Because I want to. Because it brings me pleasure. Because you don't have a choice."

Actually of course, he did have a choice. He just didn't like it. But the last reason was the real one - the reason I didn't say. Because he was loving it!

He still tried to beg off a little. But I wasn't having any of it.

"Get your ass into that underwear! This weekend, you're MY little girl, and you're gonna dress the part!" I pointed at the bed.

Head down, he walked silently to the bed, and started slipping on the stockings. I watched as the knickers and bra followed, and then told him to sit in front of the mirror and put on makeup. As he did, slowly picking through mascara and eyeliner, I stood behind him, and pulled his hair into a tight plait, fixing it with a red ribbon.

I tossed him the breast padding, and he slipped them into the bra. Once again, 'he' had become a convincing 'she'.

"You look great! Welcome back, Charlotte! Now stay there and look at me in the mirror."

As she did what I said, I raised the camera. After a couple of shots, she burst out "Please Matt, don't take more pictures."

"Why not? You look sexy."

"I'm scared that you'll... That they'll get out."

"They won't. Come over here."

She stood and walked over, somehow more graceful than she had been as a man.

"I promise no-one will see them without your permission," I said seriously. "I'll keep your secret."

She nodded, eyelids batting.

"Now, kneel down."

She blushed, but knelt obediently at my feet. I raised the camera, taking a shot of her upturned face down the length of my body.

"Undo my towel," I ordered. I kept snapping, as she reached out, undoing the towel knotted around my waist.

"Take my cock and suck it." I ordered.

She did what I said, and I photographed the whole thing as she fed my half-hard cock into her mouth. I called her name, and she looked up at me. Her upturned face, mouth full of my cock, made such a sexy picture!

I smiled at her. "This is what you should always be doing. You look so good with my cock in your mouth. For the rest of the weekend, any time you aren't doing something else, whenever the opportunity arises, you should take my cock into your mouth. Understood?"

She nodded, eyes fixed on mine.

"That's good. Now, you can put the rest of your clothes on." I said benevolently.

Charlotte stood, and obediently went to the bed, slipping on the short skirt and blouse. The tiny scarf matched the bow in her hair, and gave her a really jaunty, sexy look. I took a couple more snaps before eventually getting dressed myself.

Twenty minutes later, we were well on our way out of town, headed to the city thirty miles away. I had plans for something of a shopping spree, on Charlotte's dime.

...

I knew Charlotte wasn't rich of course, so we couldn't go too upmarket. And I wanted to try and sort out several outfits, rather than just one expensive one. But I knew a street where there were a string of charity shops, the last one specialising in costumes.

After parking, we walked to the shops, Charlotte attracting a few appreciative glances.

The first shop wasn't too good, mostly having just casual clothes in fairly poor condition. But the second shop was much better, and we managed to find a couple of dresses in Charlotte's size, as well as skirts and tops. Then we went to the one specializing in formalwear and costumes.

It was like Aladdin's cave! Row upon row of cocktail dresses, shoes, gowns and silks!

The rest of the morning was enormous fun, and Charlotte finally got into it as I complimented her over and over on her sexy appearance.

We finally got her a total of four full outfits, plus a bikini and grass skirt. The first was a biker-chick outfit, with short leather hotpants, and a half-size leather jacket which just clipped over her false boobs, and left her flat belly exposed. Then we put together a sexy tennis outfit, with a tight white sleeveless T-shirt and short pleated white skirt. We even found some soft white sneakers to go with them. The third thing we picked up was a really sexy little number which was obviously intended as a 'serving maid' outfit. It was made of yellow and white gingham, with a wide open neck that made it look as if the puffed-up shoulders had been pulled down, leaving the top of the chest and the upper arms bare. The rest of the front and back would be covered to the waist, but then the skirt flared out above a wide spray of crinkled petticoats, making it just less than horizontal. The petticoats would conceal, if hardly covering, the very top of Charlotte's long legs. The rest of her legs were exposed, which looked fabulous in the stockings she was wearing.

The last outfit was simple -- just two things, a hat and coat! The hat was a wide-brimmed black mesh with feathers in it, looking elegant on her head. The coat was a three-quarter length (fake) fur coat which looked a million dollars! I got her to try it on after undressing, so she was wearing just underwear beneath it, and I got hard thinking about her walking around in public looking respectable, but decadently indecent underneath!

Once Charlotte was back in her 'air stewardess' outfit, we took the bags back to the car and drove to a café for lunch. I talked softly to hear, teasing her a little about seeing her in the sexy outfits, and she giggled girlishly.

After lunch, we had another part of town to go to, which the locals called 'little soho'. It was where the strip clubs and sex shops were, and it was a sex shop we headed to. I had never been to one, but I'd got a catalogue from one on-line, and had a few ideas about what to buy.

There were a couple of guys in the shop, and they both ogled Charlotte every chance they got.

"That guy's looking at your legs," I said to her, as we were looking at a display of toys. Charlotte turned briefly, and then looked back, blushing.

"Give him a show -- bend over and pick up that box of body paint," I said quietly.

Charlotte's face froze, then she did what I ordered, bending over at the waist to pick up the item, and even staying down for several seconds, pretending to rifle through the display. I glanced at the guy, who was staring at Charlotte's legs, her stockings, and the bottom of her exposed ass-cheeks. He saw me looking, and blanched, but I winked and gave him a thumbs-up.

A few minutes later, I had gathered a small basket of goods which I was keen for Charlotte to use or experience, and had gotten into a conversation with my new friend. He was just in town for the a few days, and was planning to go to a lap-dancing club when they opened that evening. For now, he was just killing time. I pushed him a little.

"So lap-dancing, huh? I guess you like looking at naked women. Did you enjoy looking at my girlfriend's ass?"

He looked a bit freaked out, but answered me "Yeah... yeah"

"Well she hated showing it to you, Mike. She's a shy girl is my Charlotte. Hey, Charlotte, get over here!" I called.

Charlotte came over obediently, holding a box of edible underwear.

"Mike here was checking out your ass earlier," I said breezily. "Why not tell him how much you enjoyed it?"

Charlotte shook her head, biting her lip charmingly. "No...no I didn't" she said in the soft tones she had adopted for the day.

"You didn't? Didn't like showing him your ass?"

She shook her head, looking at the ground.

"That's a shame -- Mike loved it, didn't you Mike?"

"Yeah -- she's real hot!" Mike grinned, clearly amused at the blushing girl.

"Bend over and show Mike again," I said.

"Please...no..." said Charlotte a little desperately.

I didn't reply, simply twirling my hand to gesture at her to turn around. Reluctantly, she did what I said, and then slowly bent at the waist. Her skirt rose up, revealing her stocking-tops. I put one hand on her lower back, turning to face Mike proudly, grinning at him. Mike had a big ********** grin on his face, and was fixed on her ass. I knew what he wanted, and pulled the back of her skirt up a little to expose the curves of her buttocks, and the tight thong between them.

The two of them stood in tableau for several seconds, until I dropped the skirt and lifted my hand, letting Charlotte rise. Bright red, she straightened her clothes as I trotted over to the girl behind the counter.

Two minutes later, I was leading the two of them into a back room, both knowing what would happen next. The back room was a storage space, half-filled with boxes, and I sat on one as Mike closed the door behind him, his erection obvious as he turned towards us. Charlotte stood mutely in the middle of the room until I told her to kneel.

I made a 'carry on' motion to Mike, sitting back and taking out my mobile phone. I switched the phone to video-camera mode, and made a short film of what happened next. Mike took out his cock, a good seven-inches, and stood in front of Charlotte. Without being told to, she knelt forward and took the thick shaft into her mouth, reaching out with her hands to grasp the base. Mike's hands came down to Charlotte's head as she bobbed back and forth.

Mike was clearly very turned on, as he didn't last long. In just a few minutes, he grunted and groaned, shooting his load into Charlotte's willing mouth. Charlotte swallowed, milking his cock of every drop, and letting it slide out almost with regret. She held his shrinking cock tenderly and licked it clean before tucking it away into his pants.

Mike excused himself and disappeared pretty quickly, and I helped Charlotte to her feet. She looked at me accusingly, and I smiled at her. It was pretty obvious she had been willing -- I hadn't had to say a word, and Mike hadn't needed to do much persuading!

Back in the main shop, I stood Charlotte in front of the vibrator display, and told her to choose one. Unsurprisingly, she picked a tiny model, barely four inches long, and I said "think again!"

She was still looking at the smaller models though.

"Listen, choose a good one, or I'll choose one. From the back shelf!"

I didn't let her know I was kidding. Those things on the back shelf were actually a bit frightening! And they'd certainly over-stretch Charlotte's nice tight arse. Luckily, Charlotte got the message, and started picking out some a bit more my size.

"Would you like a hand?" came an enquiring voice from behind me.

The shop girl stood behind us, a pleasant smile on her face.

"Are you looking for a dildo or a vibrator" she asked casually. She leaned in closer to me, and whispered into me ear so Charlotte couldn't hear "or would you prefer a butt plug?"

I was taken aback at first, but realized that this girl must see all sorts of people in this shop, and had been more than willing to let us use the back room. She had obviously clocked Charlotte as a man.

"Err -- is there one you'd recommend?" I asked politely, trying not to leer at her. She was a pretty girl; not beautiful, but pretty and well made up.

She smiled, one eyebrow rising.

"Oh they've all got their pluses. I rather like this one as a vibrator -- small enough for my handbag, but surprisingly powerful." She said, licking her lips as she trailed one finger over a short brass-plated phallus. "But there are times for a vibrator, and times for a plain old-fashioned rubber cock. This is my favorite."

She picked up a ten-inch black rubber dong, which was as thick as my wrist, and smiled. Charlotte looked distinctively nervous.

"There's another possibility you might not have considered though," she said. "What about making your own?"

"What, making a cock?"

"Well yes, making a cast of your cock, and then using the cast to make a dildo." She said by way of explanation.

This sounded interesting, and I said so. I was kind of excited by the thought that Charlotte would be fucking herself in the ass with my cock!

The shop-girl, Kay, explained how it worked. There was a kit consisting of a quick-setting plaster, a mould, and enough quick-setting gel to make one to four dildos -- 'depending on the size of your equipment' she said with an obvious wink.

"I don't know -- it sounds kind of complicated. Could you help us?" I asked, my voice laced with suggestion.

"Well I'd hate to lose a sale!" she giggled. "Let me lock up the shop and we'll see what we can do."

Kay locked up the shop, then grabbed Charlotte by the hand and pulled her along. She led us into a different back room, this one walled with videos.

Kay pulled the door closed behind us, then helped me open the mould, informing me to fill it from the foam can that came with the kit.

"Now get your trousers off," she giggled. Kay grabbed Charlotte by the hand, and pulled her over to a simple chair against the wall. Kay sat down, and pulled Charlotte onto her lap, where they started kissing gently, but with increasing passion.

My cock began to stiffen as I took my trousers off, watching the two girls kiss. Kay pulled Charlotte's hands up to her breasts, where my 'girly' schoolteacher started squeezing and stroking them. Within a couple of minutes, Kay's shirt was open, and her bra exposed. She pushed Charlotte's head down to her bosom and looked at me, flushed and breathing a little hard.

"Rub your cock with the oil -- make it good and hard," she told me.

There was no need for that advice -- I had been stroking for some time, but the oil sounded like a good idea! After I had done this, Kay called out again, telling me how to close the mould around my cock, to create a cast.

"You can't rub anymore," she panted, groaning as Charlotte nibbled on her breasts, "just keep still and watch."

With that, she pushed Charlotte to the ground, and reached under her bottom before pulling down a pair of black panties. Leaving them in a puddle on the floor, Kay sat back and spread her legs wide. Her short skirt slid up, revealing her pussy, which was neatly trimmed, but still with a good bush. I have to say, I do like a bit of hair on my girls, and Kay looked fabulous, her long legs gleaming with sweat as they converged on her hot cunt, and her breasts heaving, nipples fat and erect from being played with.

Charlotte didn't need telling what to do, and crawled eagerly between Kay's legs, nuzzling into her hairy cleft. Kay groaned, rolling her head back.

I watched for the next ten minutes as Charlotte licked Kay out, coming close enough to play with Kay's boobs myself as I looked down on Charlotte hungrily eating the shop-girl's wet cunt. Kay came several times, eventually calming down a little, and pushing Charlotte back so that she could close her legs.

"That was fabulous," she said, bending down to peck Charlotte on her gleaming lips. "But I really have to get back to work before my boss notices the shop is closed. Sometimes he checks the cameras from home."

I blinked in surprise. "We aren't on camera here, are we?"

"No -- but you were in the stockroom. It looked like fun, which is why I brought you back here -- no cameras. I don't need to be on video!"

Pulling her top back down, Kay looked almost decent again, aside from the nipples pressing through the thin fabric. She came over, and helped me open the mould. There was a solid block of foamy glue attached to my cock, and even with the oil it was kind of uncomfortable pulling it off, and my cock had shrunk by the time it was free. As Kay directed Charlotte to the staff toilet to clean herself up, I picked up the small butt plug, and pressed it into her hand.

"Put this in your sexy arse. Make tonight a bit more comfortable."

Charlotte blushed once again as she took the rubber plug, and skipped away.

As I paid Kay for our investments, she told me about another shop a couple of roads over, specializing in cross dressers. It sounded ideal for Charlotte, and Kay offered to make us dildos from my mould whilst we visited the other place.

Anyway, we went round to the cross-dressing shop, which was surprisingly normal. Not like a sex shop at all. There weren't any actual sex toys or aids there, but there was a wide variety of plus-size women's shoes and underwear, makeup, wigs, that sort of thing. Charlotte didn't need a wig, but we bought her two pairs of heels, and some sandals, before choosing a pair of stick-on fake breasts. We chose one of the smallest pairs they had, but these would still be a C-cup. We also got some glue to stick them on, and a small bottle of perfume.

When we went back to the first shop, Kay supplied us with the dildo mould and two life-size rubber replicas of my cock, with every vein picked out in detail. The base was a coarse knob of rubber, making the whole thing an inch or so longer. I had to be impressed actually, as the dildo matched up pretty well to all but the back shelf of their professional stock!

"I'm looking forward to trying mine out," she said, patting the pink rubber copy on the desk beside her. "If it's a good fit, I may even try the real thing."

I grinned at her. This girl was fun! We exchanged phone numbers, and I found out that she wasn't working the next day. I began to think of a few things she might like to do with the two of us tomorrow...

Finally, we had everything I had been looking for, and 'Charlotte' and I loaded back into the car, and I drove us back to the home she owned as Charles Wild. It was mid-afternoon.

"Okay Charlotte, I think you should wear one of your sexy new outfits this afternoon, but I'll let you pick. Tennis girl or Hawaiian beach babe?"

"Um - I think tennis girl," she said softly. 'Her' voice was getting more feminine all the time.

"Okay, so you go and get changed. Don't forget to put your new boobs on, and to keep your butt plug in." I ordered her. Charlotte nodded, and went upstairs with the bags full of stuff.

I turned on the TV, tuning it to the Saturday afternoon Match of the Day, and wandered through to the kitchen to raid the fridge as the familiar music filled the air. I grabbed a beer and picked up the camera from where it lay on the kitchen top went back to the couch in front of the screen, kicking off my shoes.

A few minutes later, Charlotte appeared. She was dressed in her new 'tennis girl' outfit, with a thin tight white top clearly showing the now well-filled bra underneath. Below she wore a pleated white skirt barely a foot long, and her long legs were nude down to the flimsy sandals she wore with white ankle socks. Her hair was in a simple ponytail, held back with a white ribbon, and she had white sweatbands at each wrist. She looked delicious, and I told her so as I took her picture.

"Come on in sweetie," I told her. "Curl up next to me on the couch"

Charlotte came obediently, sitting on the couch next to me. Her skirt came up on her thighs as she sat, exposing her legs high on the thighs. I put my arm around her shoulders, enjoying the feel of 'her' feminine frame as I drank my beer and watched the football. After a few minutes, my beer was empty, and I told her to get me another one, and to get herself a glass of white wine. When she returned with our ******, and sat sipping her wine, I decided to remind her of some of my earlier orders.

"Hey, why are you just sitting there?" I asked bluntly.

Charlotte looked confused. "I was just having my wine," she said in her soft new voice.

"I thought we agreed this morning what you'd do when you didn't have anything else to do." I said firmly.

I could almost see the cogs turning in her head as she rewound the day. Before we went out shopping, I had told her that when she had nothing else to do, she should suck on my cock. When her gaze dropped to my crotch, I knew that she had remembered.

Charlotte reached out a manicured hand towards my jeans, pulling at the fly. As it popped open, I told her to stop, and finish her wine. She glanced at her full glass, holding perhaps a quarter of a bottle, then glanced at me, and then back at her glass. She raised it to her lips, and drank deeply. With a series of gulps, she drained the wine, and put the glass down to one side. Then she reached for my jeans again, and I lifted up to allow her to pull them down to my ankles. I kicked them off as she gracefully curled her legs up onto the couch, lying down with her head on my lap. My half-erect cock was easily visible through the fly of my shorts, and she took it out, sucking the warm flesh into her mouth hungrily.

I grinned, swigging my beer as my sexy and eager cocksucker sucked and licked at my shaft. I had almost forgotten how good she was at it though, and I was soon getting distracted from the game. It was on a digital box, so I paused the live TV and turned my attention to the slut in my lap.

Charlotte was bobbing up and down on my cock vigorously, running her lips up and down the sides of my stiff prick. I was getting very aroused, and decided to stop her before I came, as I wanted more fun before I did. I decided to get her to put on a show for me and told her to stop and stand up.

"Dance for me." I said, taking my cock in my hand as I watched her. For a moment, she hesitated, pouting, then she began to sway her hips and shuffle her feet. My sweet, not-quite-innocent tennis girl danced in front of me, her skirt flaring out when she twirled.

"Stand in front of me." I told her.

She did what I said, and I told her to stand with her legs apart and show me her ass. She reached behind her and slowly lifted the pleated white skirt, showing the pert ass cheeks bisected by a thin white thong.

"Now pull your panties down slowly, keeping your legs straight," I ordered. She did what I said, leaving the skirt piled up on the small of her back and pushing the panties down her legs. After a moment, her ass was visible, the butt plug gleaming darkly between her cheeks, then her cock and balls were dangling below the spread curves of her ass. She kept pushing until the panties were a tight band just below her knees, where I told her to stop.

"Grind for me - grind your hips. Keep your legs straight, and - yeah, that's it. Really work that ass!"

Following my instruction, Charlotte rotated her hips, her ass flexing back and forth as she did. She let out a small grunt as she did, and I knew that the butt plug was stimulating her rectum.

"Are you enjoying that?" I asked innocently.

"Ah-huh," Charlotte moaned, eagerly assenting to being ordered to display herself in this sexy way. "In that case, I want you to lift your skirt up round your waist and keep it there as you go and bring me back the bag from the sex shop. And bring the digital camcorder from the bedroom."

Charlotte stood up straight, lifting her pleated skirt above her waist, and walked away. Her panties fell as she moved, eventually catching around one ankle as she walked. I watched her flexing buttocks as she ran upstairs. Whilst she was gone, I kicked off my jeans and boxer shorts, leaving me in just a T-shirt, and drank from my beer. My cock was still hard, and I was keeping my hand on it.

A few moments later, she came back. Her frontal appearance was sexy and androgynous, with a pair of full bouncing breasts beneath her short top, but with her skirt lifted she displayed her bobbing cock, smooth and slim above the balls drawn tight up against the base.

"Get down on your knees, sexy" I said after she dropped the bag in front of me. Charlotte handed over the camera, and obeyed eagerly, her knees apart. I opened the camera and started filming my sweet little slut. She was facing me, and I told her to take hold of her cock. She let the dress fall around her waist, taking her sweet cock in one well-manicured hand.

"That's right. Start pumping away on your sweet little cock. Just like that, yes."

I kept the video camera on my submissive schoolteacher as he knelt in front of me, masturbating his/her cock whilst dressed as a sexy girl.

I told her to turn around and bend forwards on hands and knees, taking a long close-up of her well-curved ass before leaning forward and pulling on the butt plug.

With an audible pop, the plug came out, and Charlotte groaned passionately as she felt suddenly empty. I took one of the dildos, and lubricated it with a heating gel, sliding it into her gaping anus, producing another series of low groans from my submissive partner. She kept jerking at her cock though, breathing hard and clearly excited.

"Let go of your cock and take hold of the dildo," I told her, "and then fuck yourself with it."

As her hand came back and took over thrusting the rubber cock in and out of her ass, I hunted out the second dildo, coating this one in a little strawberry lube. I moved up towards her head, and slid it easily between her soft, open lips. Charlotte took this dildo too, sliding it in and out of her mouth, her tongue flickering over the head.

I sat back and admired my work. My schoolteacher, Mr. Wild, had now become a completely submissive, sexy woman, penetrated at both ends by a replica of my own cock. She was half up on her knees, her own cock erupting from her skirt, thrusting one dildo in and out between her pert ass-cheeks and the other between her cherry-red lips. The look on her face was amazing - lust, pain, desperation...

This film was going to be superb! Shame no-one else was going to see it - but I could see myself building up quite a collection...

Charlotte's face began to tighten as she panted around the dildo in her mouth, and her cock began darker pink and swollen. As I zoomed in on her face and cock, it was obvious that she was going to come.

"Take that dildo out of your mouth, Charlotte," I said.

Charlotte slid the rubber phallus out of her mouth with a gasp, panting for air. With the other hand, she was still pumping the second dildo in and out of her ass. I put out a hand to gently stop her with the cock deep inside her.

"Do you want to come, Charlotte?" I said as she groaned hungrily.

"Oh God! Oh God, yes! Please!"

"Were you going to ask my permission?"

"Yes! Yes, please... please, I need to come" she begged, eyes rimmed with desperate tears. "Please let me come."

"Okay, you can start fucking yourself again. Do you like fucking yourself with my cock?"

"Yes... it feels so good... so good to have your cock in my ass..." she moaned.

"Good, because you'll be having the real thing again later," I said. "Now, I want you to make yourself come with the dildo, and to hold your skirt up so we can see your cock as you come."

Half-hunched over, Charlotte pulled the waistband of her short skirt up her midriff, completely baring her buttocks and groin. She leant forward, thrusting the dildo in and out of her hard-working rectum, emitting little groans and grunts.

Finally she came with a loud wail, burying the dildo in her ass, her cock swelling and pulsing as it shot jets of thick spunk into the air. I filmed the whole thing, her come flying nearly two feet from her jerking cock.

She sank down, almost spent, eyes heavy-lidded. Balancing the camera on the arm of the sofa to keep her in frame, I called out to her.

"Charlotte... Charlotte... Hi there! Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes... Yes sir" she half-giggled excitedly.

"You've made quite a mess, Charlotte. Don't you think you should clear it up?"

Charlotte looked down to the laminate wood floor, where the white spray of her come streaked the surface in front of her.

"Lick it up," I ordered.

Charlotte managed one of her increasingly brief moments of rebellion. "Do I have to?"

"Yes. Oh yes, you do. And you'd better do it thoroughly. And whilst you do it, I'll be working behind you, so bend over and put that butt in the air!"

Charlotte sighed, but bent over, lifting her ass and pulling up the little tennis skirt to expose it fully.

Reaching into our shopping case, I brought out an enema bag. As Charlotte began to lick her come off the floor, I picked up the bottle of wine and used it to half-fill the enema bag. It wasn't enough, so I jogged to the kitchen for another bottle to top it up. Then I moved behind my obedient slut, her tongue working away on the hard floor, and told her what I was going to do.

"I'm going to clean you out, little girl. I'm going to give you an enema to make you ready for me to fuck you again," I said as I pulled the dildo from her rectum. She moaned, strands of come sticky between her lips and the floor as her anus gaped at me. I easily slipped the nozzle of the enema bag into her.

"Now clench down on this, we don't want to waste any."

Charlotte's butt-cheeks clenched, and I lifted the enema bag, letting a bottle and a half of wine begin to flow into her bowels. She finished licking the floor, and lifted her head, waiting for me to finish on all fours.

"That feels strange," she said in a somewhat strained voice.

"I know. I've done it once or twice myself. I'd usually just use salty water, but I thought this might be more fun for you - I'm filling you up with wine."

"Wine!" her head snapped round to me. "You're putting wine up my ass!"

"Hey don't worry. I read that the Greeks and Romans used to do it all the time. And in Victorian times, people used to use coffee for enemas. It means that the ******* or caffeine gets absorbed really quickly. It should be fun!"

Charlotte sighed again. "Oh, Matt..."

She didn't move however, and I turned to grin at the camera, silently recording me giving my cross-dressing teacher a wine enema. I winked at the camera as the enema finished.

"Now you have to clench down tight when I pull out," I said firmly.

Charlotte nodded, and I gently pulled out the nozzle of the bag. Her puckered hole tightened up behind it, and not a drop was lost.

I pulled over a footstool, and told Charlotte to lie on her back, with her legs over the footstool. She got into the position I wanted with some reluctance, feet dangling off the other side of the stool as her butt was lifted into the air.

I told her to gently massage her stomach in an anticlockwise direction, which should help the enema go around her insides. Then I finally reached down and paused the camera. With Charlotte lying there rubbing her stomach, I wandered into the kitchen to find Charlotte's collection of takeout menu's.

I ordered a couple of pizzas, gazing at my sexy schoolteacher, lying on the floor in the other room. As I hung up, I called her over.

"Charlotte - come over here." I said.

Charlotte's head turned slowly towards me, and smiled happily.

"Hi, Matt." She said softly, real warmth in her voice.

"Come over her, Charlotte."

A little awkwardly, she slid her legs off the sides of the footstool, and tottered over to me unsteadily. Her eyes were a little glazed, and I could see that she was already *****.

Charlotte threw her arms around me, planting her lips to mine in a passionate kiss. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and I felt her breasts pressing against me. Our tongues tangled as we searched each others mouths passionately.

After kissing for a minute, we separated, and she looked puzzled, then uncomfortable.

"I need to go to the bathroom," she announced.

I smiled at her. "Okay, off you go. Then come back down for me. I'll be in the living room."

Charlotte walked carefully, but unsteadily upstairs as I wandered into the living room. After a minute, I heard a deep groan upstairs, and the sound of water splashing. I grinned.

I took off my T-shirt, leaving me naked, and stood in the living room. I opened the double doors into the garden, and stepped outside. Charlotte's house stood alone, and her garden was surrounded by hedges. This was pretty private, which suited me fine. It was a warm evening, and the sun was low in the sky, giving the sky a beautiful pink cast.

Back in the house, Charlotte bounced down the stairs, clearly much more comfortable, smiling broadly.

I picked up the video camera and tripod, fixing the two together, and told her to follow me outside. With my slut on the grass in front of me, I told her to wave and blow me a kiss, which she did with a giggle. I told her to skip around the garden, and she did what I wanted, her short skirt bouncing to show glimpses of her arse, and her dangling cock.

"Come into the middle of the grass, Charlotte - and do a striptease for me." I told her.

Charlotte smiled and sauntered into the middle of the lawn, flicking her hair back over her shoulders. She started to gyrate, turning her hips in circles once more as she reached down to her stomach, which was displayed by her cropped white top. As she started to lift the top, she turned her back, looking over her shoulder teasingly as she started to lift the material up, exposing her upper back, and the straps of her bra. The top came off with a shower of black hair, falling back into her ponytail. She turned slowly and deliberately, stroking her hands across her flat stomach and pert boobs, encased in white silk.

I kept filming as her hands came down to her waistband, slowly pushing her hand down the front of her skirt. The other hand pushed the skirt down at the back, before moving to do the same at the back. As the skirt dropped to her ankles, I saw that she was cupping her cock and balls in one hand, keeping the illusion that she was just an ordinary tennis girl.

She turned away again, moving her hands behind her back to undo her bra, which she stripped off with her back to me. Dancing for a few moments with her bottom towards me, she turned once more.

Now, Charlotte was clearly a man again. Her hard cock stood up stiff in front of him, his balls tight up against the base. The breast-forms looked surprisingly realistic, still glued to his chest, the nipples pink, erect and ready to be sucked. She toyed with one of them with a well-manicured nail.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" 'she' purred at me.

I nodded, starting to place the camera on the tripod.

"Get on all fours facing me," I told him.

My androgynous teacher did what I told him, planting his hands and knees several inches apart on the grass. I focused on him, pulling back slightly so that I would be fully in the shot, and walked around behind him, leaving the camera running.

I stood behind him, curvaceous butt gleaming in the pale evening light. He was naked aside from the breast-forms, hairband, and white sweatbands around his wrists. So sexy - you could still see him as a sexy tennis girl but also as a boy at the same time.

My favorite!

I dropped to my knees behind him, bringing my face down to his ass. There was a fresh smell of wine, and I investigated, one finger sliding into his rectum. The cavern was warm and empty, less tight than it had been just yesterday.

I brought my head down, pressing my tongue to his anus with pleasure, tasting the sharpness of his rectum mixed with the sweet wine as my tongue invaded him. I rimmed him for a couple of minutes, enjoying the groans and moans he made. Under his waist, I toyed with his cock with a free hand, gently stroking his foreskin back and forth over his thin shaft.

Pulling my face back from his ass, I knelt up behind him.

I took my cock, placing the glans at his anus. He pressed back against me, and my cock slid easily into his dark passage. This time we both groaned together, as his tight anus bit down on my own much larger cock.

I started slowly fucking him, sliding my thick-veined shaft in and out, and began talking dirty to him again.

"You like that? You like my cock in your ass?" I asked harshly.

"Yes... Oh, yes, I love it," said Mr. Wild happily. He was so much more active than he had been before - clearly the ******* had wrecked any remaining inhibitions he had, making him a complete cock-slut. Just the perfect man for me. And the perfect woman, for that matter.

"Tell me how much you like it." I said.

"I ... ah! I love the feel of your stiff hard cock as it... aaah... as it goes in and out of me. I - uh! - I love the feeling of my ass getting stretched around you!"

Mr. Wild panted, but carried on with his own dirty talk. "I love it when you fuck me - I feel so dirty, but so good! So sexy and special... Aaaah!"

His words dried up as I began thrusting in and out with greater *****, my own urgency taking over me. I hadn't come earlier, and wanted to come now, deep in his ass.

We began to move as one, and he cried out as he felt my cock begin to swell inside him, stretching his bottom to its limit.

Finally, I came, shooting jets of spunk deep inside his hot bowels. I felt him jerking, his rectum tightening around my shaft, and I knew he had come too even before the cry escaped his lips. We jerked back and forth for over half a minute, each stimulating the other even after orgasm.

Eventually, I withdrew, sitting back on my haunches. Mr. Wild collapsed in front of me, curling up on the grass, naked legs curled up.

As I stood to turn off the camera, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy!

"Quick, get up!" I hissed at him. "Put on your skirt and top, and follow me. Don't bother with underwear."

I ran inside, picking up my T-shirt and shorts and jumping into them. The doorbell rang again, and I ran over.

At the door, a young guy of maybe seventeen held a bag with two boxes in it.

"Pizza for you? Twelve-fifty." He said politely.

"Sure, I'll get some cash. Come in a moment," I said kindly.

He stepped inside, pulling the door behind him. He stopped with a start when he saw Charlotte walking towards him. Barefoot, wearing just her tight top and short skirt, she was clearly a girl again. She swayed as she walked, and I realised that she seemed pretty *****. Her breasts bounced as she walked, and her hard nipples pressed against the tight top so prominently, I'm sure he never noticed the slight bulge in the front of her skirt.

"Oh, this is my girlfriend Charlotte," I said.

They shook hands as I looked in my wallet. There was plenty of cash in there, but I had had an idea, and put on a disappointed expression.

"I'm really sorry - I've only got ten pounds," I said.

The delivery guy looked confused. "But it's twelve fifty. I mean, if you can't pay, I can't - you know, give you the pizzas."

"Listen, maybe we can work something out," I said coolly, handing him the tenner.

"Charlotte, why don't you see if you can give our friend a big tip? Something to persuade him to let us keep the food." I suggested.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow, and then giggled. She stroked one hand up her tight top, playing with the hard nipple, and put the other hand on the guy's chest.

"I don't know... I'm not supposed to..." he stuttered.

"Sweetie," said Charlotte in a sultry voice "who's going to know?"

As her hand came down his chest towards his pants, she looked him in the eye as she licked her lips. Once her hand hit his waistband, she sank down on her knees, reaching for his fly. His stiffening prick jutted out, and Charlotte took it eagerly into her mouth.

I watched as her head bobbed back and forth. The delivery guy's surprised expression slowly faded into a huge grin as he realized that we were serious, and I was cool with him getting a blowjob from what he thought was my girlfriend. I wondered what he would think if he realised Charlotte was actually a man.

As Charlotte sucked his cock, she brought a hand up to encase the shaft, firmly wanking him as she sucked on the head. He didn't last long!

Within a few minutes, he was jerking and moaning, and Charlotte's cheeks bulged as she took his load in her mouth. She kept sucking until every drop was released before she sat back on her haunches, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

The pizza guy stumbled back, cock hanging limply out of his fly until he scooped it up and tucked himself up again.

Charlotte sat back watching him with a broad smile, gently swaying side to side, and with a slightly dazed look in her eyes. She looked totally hammered now, I realised. Maybe using nearly 1 1/2 bottles of wine as an enema hadn't been quite as brilliant an idea as I'd thought!

The delivery guy looked at me and gave me a nervous grin. I gave him a thumbs up, and moved to open the door.

In a few moments, we were alone again, and I started laughing at the whole situation. My school teacher, freshly arse-fucked, steaming ***** from a wine enema, dressed as a girl, blowing the delivery guy for pizza. It was fantastic!

Charlotte was pretty far gone though, and I made her ***** a pint of water before joining me back on the couch for pizza. I was only on my second slice when she was gone, fast asleep on my lap.

I was pretty happy with the evening, although I had anticipated fucking Charlotte at last once more. Munching on pizza, I lifted one of her arms; limp as a rag-doll. I shrugged, and turned on the TV again. It as a long weekend after all - still two more days to go....

I sat back, watching TV as I considered what to do with my obedient cock-slut the next day...

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Set Up To Suck Cock


I'd been doing odd jobs for my ex wife, Laura, in my spare time recently -- she's my ex and we are still good friends but we occasionally still played together when the mood took us, often reliving in fantasy; talk about our past adventures together (we had a domme/cuck relationship).

Her favourite being hearing about me sucking another guys cock, whilst my favourite oddly enough was hearing about her sucking cock too, so it was safe to say we were pretty much on the same level with our dirtiest fantasies.

Anyway, I awoke one morning to a text from her asking if I'd mind doing her a massive favour, one of her friends needed a small decorating job doing and their normal decorator had let them down, would I mind stepping in and helping her friend out? She said she'd told the friend that I was pretty good at decorating and her friend was eager for me to come round. I gladly agreed and she gave me an address and asked if I could be there for midday.

I arrived at just after twelve, a detached house not too far away. I walked up the gravel drive to the front door and pushed the buzzer. I waited patiently for the door to be answered, I was a little taken aback to say the least when a guy answered the door -- I'd just assumed it would be one of her usual girl friends, I never really thought to ask and looking back she never let on...I looked up at him; he was around 6ft, black but with light brown skin, with a stocky but athletic build...I couldn't help but glance down and catch sight of the impressive bulge in his trousers. I stammered slightly that I was Alex and told him that Laura had sent me over. He smiled and said he'd been expecting me and invited me in...

I walked in behind him, my eyes drawn to his arse, tight in black trousers and I felt my own cock twitch a little. I really didn't expect what would happen next!

He asked me to sit down on his leather suite, it was so luxurious and soft that I melted in to it, he asked if I needed a ***** but I said I was fine...it felt a bit odd and I was getting nervous, the place didn't look as if it was ready for decorating......

He sat down beside me and said "Hi, I'm Lou, I hope you don't mind but Laura hasn't really been honest with you about the reasons we wanted you here" I started to talk but he cut me off and told me to; "watch this".....at that he pressed a button on the remote and the TV came to life, a huge LCD screen.

I was just taking in the size of it when an image flickered on to the screen....I was gobsmacked, it was a video on Laura and Lou, both sat on the very couch I was sat on now. He was naked in the video whilst she had on a sheer black basque with fishnet stockings on but no knickers. I watched in shock as she wrapped her hand around what had to have been the biggest cock I'd ever seen. It looked so huge in her small hands, her white skin and pink painted nails contrasting sharply against the dark black skin of the huge cock.

She lowered her mouth towards it and began to dart her tongue across it. I felt my own cock bulge in my pants, I felt dizzy with pleasure, being so turned on watching her work this cock. It was really stretching her mouth, I could see his dick becoming slick and shiny with her spit as she worked it in her mouth. She looked in to the camera smiling with her eyes and she looked in heaven as she let out a muffled moan through the cock in her mouth.

I turned towards Lou and asked him what was going on....he explained that Laura had told him that I'd kept on asking her for the repeat of the threesome she and I had with another man at a swingers club but that she was struggling to find time so she thought she'd treat me to a cock of my own...I felt a bit weird at the thought of being set up and a little humiliated that they felt they had to show me the video of her sucking him but it all added to excitement and I felt myself getting more turned on especially knowing the power Laura had over me setting all this up, knowing how I'd feel.

I felt his hand take hold of mine and guide it towards his crotch. I felt the warmth of his cock beneath the thin material of his pants, I felt so slutty massaging his growing black dick, I leaned forwards and kissed his cock through his pants. He groaned as my lips made contact. He then pushed my head up and told me to get on my knees in front of him whilst he sat on the couch with his legs spread wide. I felt so horny at being told what to do by another guy and I was wishing Laura were here to see it....

I positioned myself between his legs, on my knees and he told me to unbuckle his belt and slide his trousers off...as I slip his pants down I gasped as his giant cock sprung in to view...it must have been ten inches long and so so thick but it wasn't even hard yet!!

I felt my own cock throb as I looked on this cock in front of me with pure lust.

He took hold of his dick and run his hand up and down it and told me he wanted a slow, wet blowjob. I responded by reaching out and stroking his cock along with him, gently pulling it towards me. I opened my mouth and took it in, I let my tongue swirl around the head and then shaft as I pushed more of it in.

I could feel his cock pulsing and growing in my mouth to full hardness, I loved the feeling of him growing in my mouth. I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and the other I ran up and down his thick thighs as I started working my mouth up and down this huge cock...each time trying to take it a bit deeper in to my mouth.

Every three or four strokes I'd pop it out and lick all around it, getting his giant cock wetter and wetter with my saliva and his precum. He tasted so good, I was in heaven ******* on this gorgeous ebony cock whilst he moved his powerful hands to the back of my head, pushing it in deeper, fucking my face...

After five minutes or so of servicing his cock I moved my mouth down to his balls and began to flick my tongue across them, taking turns popping each one in to my mouth to suck. He let out a big groan as a licked faster.....he began working his cock with his hand as I still licked and sucked his balls. I felt so submissive on my knees in front of this huge black guy, my cock was aching, I reached down and began to wank my own.

He was wanking now faster and faster, he let out another deep groan as he told me he was about to cum...he pulled my head up and shoved his cock in to my mouth.....spurt after spurt of his scalding hot spunk hit the back as my throat as he unloaded in my mouth.

It felt as if I was swallowing mouthfuls of his hot cum.

I couldn't believe how much there was. At the same time I felt my own cock climax and let out a stream of jism across the floor. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, the last few spurts hitting my licks as I started licking him clean whilst he told me what a cum slut I was....I felt so used kneeling there cleaning up my ex wife's new lover.

He pulled his pants up and I felt a little sheepish, still cleaning myself up, I smiled at him and told him it was a shame Laura couldn't have been here to see this....to which he replied:

"Oh that's OK" he said, pointing towards a camera near the fireplace that I hadn't seen, "she can watch the video I recorded of you being a cock sucking slut whilst she's fucking me tonight!"

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Saving the Family


Her husband had left for work and the kids had been hustled off to school and Cheri was just finishing the breakfast dishes when the doorbell rang. She had no idea of who could be calling this early in the morning and since she was only in her bathrobe she made a quick check to make sure that nothing was showing and then she went to answer the door. She looked through the peephole in the door and saw a large black man. The man backed up a step and rang the doorbell again. She was surprised to see that the man was John Wheaton. John was her husbands boss and she couldn't ever remember John coming to her home, let alone at ten in the morning. She opened the door.

"Good morning Cheri. May I come in?"

Nervously she said, "Sam's not here, he's already left for work."

"I'm not here to see Sam Cheri, it's you I need to talk to."

Cheri clutched her robe tighter around her, "Me? What could you possibly want to talk to me about?"

"It's about Sam Cheri, we need to talk about Sam, and I'd just as soon not do it out here on your front porch.

Cheri hesitated a moment and then she stepped aside to let the short, fat, balding black man into her house.

Cheri led him into the living room and as soon as he was seated on the couch she said, "I'll just run upstairs and put something on. Would you like a cup of coffee while you wait?"

"No, and there is no need for you to go and change. This won't take long, I'll just say what I have to say and if things don't go the way I hope they will I'll be leaving."

Cheri sat down in the easy chair across from the fat black man and waited.

"What kind of woman are you Cheri? Are you a loving wife, a devoted ******, a woman willing to do whatever is necessary to protect her family?"

"What is this all about John?"

"It was a simple enough question Cheri. Are you the kind of woman who will do whatever has to be done to protect her family, or are you one of those women who think only of themselves?"

Cheri stared at him for a moment and then she stood up, "I think you had better leave Mr. Wheaton."

"I think you had better sit down and hear me out Cheri. If I leave now your whole world will go to hell before dark tonight." Something in his tone of voice caused Cheri to look at him and then sit back down. "That's better. I suppose the best way to do this is just lay it out for you. Sam has been stealing from the company."

Cheri stood up, anger on her face, "That's a lie, get out of my house. Get out of here now."

"If I get up and leave now Cheri you can kiss your nice comfortable life goodbye. I have all the proof I need to prove that Sam has stolen from the company and if I get up now and leave the first thing I will do when I get back to my office is call the police. Do you want to have to sell your house to come up with Sam's bail? To get the money to pay the lawyers? With Sam in jail and no paycheck coming in will you be able to feed and clothe your ********? You had better sit back down and listen to me Cheri.

"I don't believe you."

"Of course you don't. Sam is your husband and as far as you are concerned he can do no wrong, but he did, and I have all the proof I need to prove it and get him tossed into prison for the next ten years."

"If that's true, why are you here telling me instead of being in your office calling the police?"

"Because I see this as an opportunity."

"An opportunity? I don't understand."

"It is really very simple Cheri. I have wanted you since Sam introduced us at the company picnic and I see this as my one chance at getting you."

Cheri's face lost most of its color as what the fat, balding nigger was saying registered on her. Before she could speak he went on, "We are back to my question about what kind of woman are you. One willing to do what is necessary to protect her family, or not. Here is the deal. It is a one time only offer and it will keep your family together. Sam will be laid off because of the economic downturn and he will be given a glowing letter of recommendation. I will sweep everything under the rug and no charges will be filed. Sam doesn't know he has been discovered and he will think he got away with it. To make things go that way all I want is a few hours of your time. It is up to you Cheri. Sam goes to jail, your comfortable life disappears and your ******** grow up with the knowledge that their ****** is a convicted felon and that he is in prison. Or not. It is your choice."

Cheri just sat there stunned, not only by what John said that Sam had done, but also by what she was being asked to do. It was preposterous to think that Sam had stolen from the company, but John said he had the proof. Good God, what if it were true? What would happen to her and the ********?

"I need an answer Cheri and I need it now. I need to get back to the office so I can do what I need to do to keep what Sam did a secret. If it goes to the end of the day without being buried it will show up on the end of business printouts and once that happens there is nothing I can do."

Cheri just sat there staring at him and finally John said, "Okay, I guess you have made your choice and he got up and headed for the door. He was almost to it when he heard, "Wait!" He turned and looked at Cheri and she said, "What do I have to do?"

It wasn't as if it was something that she had never done before. She'd had several lovers before meeting Sam and she had strayed several times since they had gotten married, but before it had always been her choice. This was different. This time she was being ******* into fucking a fat, bald nigger who smelled of stale cigar smoke. Still, a cock was a cock and she was due for some strange, but it would have been nice if it could have been someone a little more appealing. The idea of the camera bothered her. John had explained that it was for his protection.

"I do not want to look up and see the police coming into my office to arrest me for ****. This tape will prove that you are willingly doing this. It is my insurance policy against you getting suddenly remorseful."

He had taped her putting on her high heels and nylons and then he had her move to the bed. "Play with your pussy Cheri. Look into the camera and finger fuck yourself."

She had done as he instructed and was not surprised after several minutes of working on her clit to feel her body start to tingle. She saw him standing by the camera taking out his cock and she was disappointed. She'd always heard that niggers had big cocks, but his was only half the size of Sam's. He dropped his pants to the floor and she had said the words that he'd given her to say.

"Come over here baby. I need more that fingers in my pussy John, I need your hard cock. Come on baby, get over here and fuck me."

She had watched him walk toward her, short stubby cock leading the way. Too bad. Since she had to do it anyway it would have been nice if John could have had something exceptional. Oh well, something is better than nothing and she opened her mouth as John walked up to the side of the bed and offered her his dick.

Cheri hated to admit it, but she had enjoyed the two hours she'd spent on her marriage bed with John. There was something to be said about short, stubby cocks when it came to ass fucking. She still couldn't believe that she had buried her head in a pillow and squealed like a pig when John had stuffed her ass. She had been thoroughly satisfied when he finally left her, but the most important thing was that her family was safe.

She was napping contentedly when the phone woke her up. "Honey? I've got great news. See if you can find a sitter for tonight because I want to go out and celebrate."

"Celebrate what Sam? What's this all about?"

"Remember when we talked about my going into business for myself? Well, I took the plunge. John started to give me a ration of **** this morning when I got to work this morning and I'd finally had enough. I told him to fuck off and then I quit. I left and called my three biggest customers and they are leaving John and going with me. I've spent most of the day renting office space, arranging for phones and setting things up. Tonight I want to celebrate so find a sitter, okay?"

"Yeah, sure Sam, I'll see what I can do."

Cheri hung up the phone and stood there staring at the wall when suddenly the phone rang again. "Hello?"

"Hi there honey cunt, miss me?"

"You bastard! You lied to me."

"Well technically I didn't. Sam did steal three of my accounts."

"But you led me to believe it was money he took and you were going to call the police."

"What can I say sweet pussy, I lied. I lied to you, I tricked you and then I fucked you. Sam might have taken three of my accounts, but I took his wife so I guess it evens out. Besides, with your help I should be able to replace those accounts in no time."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that you are now my company whore. You will fuck who I tell you to, when I tell you to and where I tell you to. I have a lot of prospective customers who would love to fuck a hot piece of ass like you and I'm sure that they will be very grateful to me for setting them up with you. Then there are all my friends. Do you have any idea how much black men love to fuck white pussy? I'll see to it that you have so much black cock you might never want to look at a white one again. And then of course there is me. You will have to take very good care of me."

"You must be mad! You're crazy if you think that I will do any of that."

"Not crazy my little fuck bunny, just the guy who has a tape that I'm pretty sure that you don't want anyone to see."

Cheri stood there, phone to her ear and staring at the wall as the import of what John had just said hit her.

"Cheri? Cheri? Come on honey cunt, talk to me."

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Fantasy Realized


I have been working at my high school for about five months when I noticed her one day walking down the hall. She's dressed more formally than most other teachers here so she stood out immediately. Although I only got a glimpse at her back, I immediately got a pretty good-sized boner. I could see her shoulder-length brown hair and her tight form-fitting white blouse and black skirt and a pair of come-hither two-inch heels.

Later that day, I saw her again and followed her to her office and chatted a bit with her. Her name is Courtney and she started teaching American history here a couple of years before I came. I hadn't met her because science teachers don't normally mingle much with history teachers but she seemed friendly but very uptight. I found out she has a masters in political science but didn't have much luck finding a job when she graduated so she started teaching high school even though she kept complaining about the pay and lack of respect from both students and administrators alike.

Over the next few months, I made a point of stopping by her classroom to chat with her several times each week. This was a hassle as it was nowhere near my classroom. In any case, during some of these conversations, I found out she was an only ***** just like I was. She grew up in the south in a fairly small town so I am sure she has never dated interracially. We also alike in many ways: we were not terribly social, loved to travel, very earnest and had very few friends in the area because we moved here for the job and our friends and family were nowhere near. Although I'm married, I kept that to myself as I wasn't sure how she'd feel about the advances of a married colleague. Not that it mattered; she was always kind of stuck up and never bothered to come to my classroom and kept public encounters to a very minimum. I got pretty frustrated with her and tried to invite to happy hour with my buddies from school but she would always find a polite excuse not to go. This near unapproachability made me obsess her even more.

Not that Courtney is hot looking by most people's standards. She's quite pale with her a few freckles as her skin doesn't tan well. She takes care of herself by working out. Not excessively as she is fit but not muscular. She's about 5'8'' and when she wears heels (which is just about every day) she's about my height and on a few occasions, I've seen her dress quite provocatively with short skirt and knee-height heels or fairly low-cut blouses that allowed little to the imagination. I have been lucky enough to see down her blouse several times; she's probably a 32B I would guess and tends to wear nude bras that accentuated her cleavage. That's about all the skin she shows as she's quite a stickler for office dress codes and that's just as well because I have a hard time concealing my erection when she accidentally (or intentionally as I would like think) flashes me.

One day I overheard a phone conversation during which Courtney said she was not happy with the school with its low pay, academically weak students and all the extracurricular activities junior faculties are expected to participate in. She made some very disparaging remarks about her department and school administrators and said she was looking for another job not with much success thanks to the weak economy. That's when an idea came to my mind.

I confronted her the same afternoon after school and threatened to reveal everything she said. Courtney was terrified of the consequences for she would have nowhere to go but back to her family if she were to lose this job. She begged me not to tell anyone else at the school what I had overheard. I promised to keep her secret but only if she did as I told her.

I then proceeded to reveal what I wanted as quid pro quo. I told her to take off her blouse and she reluctantly did so. Now I got to see her in nothing but her nude bra. I pulled her close to me and unclasped it with one swift move. By now I could hardly contain my glee and enjoyed the realization of the fantasy of fucking this haughty and attractive white woman that I have masturbated to in the past few months. Now she's topless but she tried to preserve her modesty by keeping her boobs tucked behind her arms. I then ordered to slide off her skirt which gave me a first glimpse of her very light brown areolas that already stood out from her itty-bitty creamy tits. This is so unlike the dark brown nipples that I am used to seeing on Asian women and it is one of the reasons why I am so fascinated by light-skinned Caucasian women who just about always seemed out of reach to average-looking Asian men like me. Now she is standing in her pink thong and that explains why I have not been able to detect the slightest panty line even though I have seen her butt from only a few feet away down the hallway and my favorite, about five or six steps below her on the staircase.

I began to rub my raging cock through my pants as my lust-crazed face told her what she needed to do. Courtney, without my asking, slipped off her come-hither black heels that showed plenty of toe cleavage and her pretty French nails. Then she slowly and reluctantly dropped her panties and looked at me in the eye as if giving me permission to do what I was about to do next. I quickly pulled my buttoned-down shirt over my head and loosened my belt and unzipped my pants. I told her to lay on her desk and spread her legs so I can get a good look at her nicely trimmed pussy. It was completely bald which surprised me but left none of her feminine treasures hidden. Courtney doesn't much in the way of labia minora but they were pink and dainty just the way like the sexiest white pussies I have seen on the web. I removed my bulging six-inch dark Asian rod from its confines and when she saw it she gasped at its size. I guess she never thought an East Asian man can have a dick that big.

I then gently shoved one and then two fingers into her tight pussy while standing over her. I knew she is not in a relationship and probably hasn't had sex in months which explains her tightness. I soon found her g-spot and hit it repeatedly which made her close her eyes and moan. Then I began to manhandle her right tit with my left hand while leaving the fingers of my right hand deep thrust in her cunt. I could begin to feel some of her musky pussy juice beginning to wet her vagina and I could tell she's starting to enjoy what was going on. I decided it's time for her to give me a nice blow job so I made her get off her desk and onto her knees and lick my balls. I enjoyed the sight of her tongue darting out her mouth to reach my balls and commanded her to slowly use her mouth to retract my dark uncircumcised foreskin. As incredible as it may seem, I got harder still looking at her pretty thin pink lips wrapped around my dark pole and I snapped a couple of quick pictures with my cell phone as a memento.

As uptight as she is, Courtney is a bit of a slut and she certainly was an expert cocksucker. In no time, she worked to reveal my pink glans and the tension almost got to be too much to bear as my prudish Asian wife would never give me a bj so I had a hard time holding back. As I didn't want to waste my cum in her mouth, I told Courtney to get up and lay back on her desk and await her ultimate deflowering by an Asian guy six years her senior. The thought that this southern belle is about to get the fucking of her life from me even though she has never even gone out with any Asian man much less had sex with one made me that much harder. I then probed her clit and lips with my dark one-eyed monster. Then Courtney shocked me by begging me to fuck her as she could not stand the constant teasing any longer and probably also wanted to get this over with as soon as possible for I know the disdain she feels for me.

Without further ado, I shoved my dick hard into her which made her wince and raise her head to look at the invasion of most private parts that she's experiencing. I slowly pulled my cock out to re-live the sensation of entering her again and for me to take another couple snapshots of my fantasy of fucking Courtney's pussy coming true. I was literally fixated by the sight of my dark stick parting her tiny pink lips and stretching her tight pussy with my extra-wide cock the way I know few white men can. She instinctively wrapped her legs around me and as she got more aroused began to hold on to my arms for support while she urged me to fuck her harder, faster and deeper. Soon I bottomed out in her although I was also confident that if my dick was any longer than it was it would hurt her immensely because I was consistently hitting her cervix which made her moan. That's when Courtney's breathing became labored and she shouted "oh my gawd!" to the top of her lungs in her southern drawl. I knew she just had her first orgasm and I picked up her legs and threw them over my over my shoulders so I could reach her innermost sanctum without any hindrance. I also picked up the pace and tried to hold out as long as I could. She made things more challenging when she came yet again and her cunt began to spasm and squeeze my cock in an intensely pleasurable way. I love how white women have no inhibitions about enjoying sex the way Asian women with their Confucian upbringing have a hard time doing as they believe it is sinful. I looked at the bliss on her face and her pretty pink and immaculately manicured fingernails and gave one final thrust. Then I let loose a river of my sticky salty Asian cum deep inside Courtney's belly. I hope she's on birth control but she probably wasn't since she was not having sex regularly so the thought of possibly impregnating her drove me to drain every last drop of my semen from my aching balls deep inside her. I then pulled out and admired the sight of Courtney's gaping and used pussy dripping with a combination of my cum and her juice running down from her pussy down her perineum and onto her cute butthole and her desk. That's when I took my final picture to remind myself of the monumental conquest I achieved in that January afternoon. And I knew deep down that after giving her the fucking she just received, she'll be back for more!

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Stripped Shoplifter


The two guards pushed Gail into the office and locked the door behind them. Then they dragged her to the center of the room. She was scared out of her mind. Both of them were tall muscular Black men, and she knew there was no way she could escape. They caught her shoplifting and now she had to pay for it. She thought of her husband, Andrew. She would be humiliated if he found out.

"Get against the wall," the older guard said. The look on his face was so cruel and hard that Gail had to turn away from his gaze.

"Why?" she said. She brushed her long red hair over her shoulders and tried to look defiant, staring straight at him with her blue eyes. Then she saw the other guard, the one with the thick mustache, leering at her. He stared at her tight blouse without even trying to hide it. His eyes were glued to her 38dd tits.

"We're going to search you," he said. "That's why."

Gail backed away from them. "You can't do that," she said. "You're supposed to have a woman for that kind of thing."

"Looks like we got a tough bitch here, Malik," the older guard said. "Take care of her."

"Sure, Jamal, you're the boss," he said. Malik grabbed Gail's wrist and twisted it hard. The next thing she knew she was right against the wall. The guard spread her arms and her legs wide apart so that she had to lean against the wall with her palms flat out. Gail tried to get away from him but he slammed her back against the wall. "You just stay put until we're finished with you, honey. We saw you take all that stuff and now we're going to find it."

"Try anything and I'll scream," Gail said. She thought of all the things she'd taken from the main floor of the department store. The bra that she'd stuffed down her jeans, and the jewelry that she put into her purse when she thought no one was looking. They'd find it all. "I'm warning you," she said. "I'll scream!"

"Go ahead and scream all you want. No one will hear you. This room is soundproofed." Malik slid his hands up and down her thighs, as if he really was searching her. But then his fingers gripped her flesh through her tight pants.

He slid his hand around to the front and then reached down into her jeans. He pulled out the frilly pink bra that she stuffed down her pants. "Nice piece of evidence," he said, and threw it to the floor. He moved closer to her and now she could feel the hard bulge in his crotch press against her ass. "We got you, baby. We got you."

Gail turned her head over her shoulder and saw the cruel smile on his face. Then she saw Jamal over at the desk. He had her purse emptied on the surface. And he was looking through her wallet. "Married, huh?" he said. "Guess he'll have to come bail you out, after we call the police."

"No!" Gail said. "Don't. Please don't."

Jamal laughed. He stood right next to her by the wall. "Sorry, honey, but we have to report you. It's the rules."

Malik's hands slid up her stomach and then cupped her huge tits, squeezing them through her blouse. His prick grew harder and throbbed against her butt. "Unless you want to be nice to us," he said. "Then, maybe we won't call the police."

"I'll do anything you want," Gail said. "Anything." She knew they were just after her ass. And there was no way she could stop them from getting it, so she figured she'd better go along with it, to get it over with as soon as possible.

"Good," Jamal said. A wicked smile broke out on his dark, unshaved face. He sat back and looked at her. "Strip for us, honey. Let's see what you got."

Malik stepped away from her. "Come on, bitch. Strip!"

Gail unclasped her jeans and pushed them down to her thighs. She saw both of the guards staring at her firm rounded ass cheeks. Her black panties were transparent and the silky material clung to her ass. "Promise me you won't tell anyone," she said. "Just promise me."

"Shut up and strip, bitch!" Jamal said. "Unless you want some help."

"No," Gail said. "I'll do it." But before she could do anything Malik grabbed her waist and turned her around so that she faced Jamal. He tore at her white blouse and pulled it wide open. She struggled with Malik, trying to break his grip, but his fingers dug right into her flesh. Jamal grabbed her huge tits in his hands and mauled them. His fingers dipped under the skimpy black cups and scratched at her firm fleshy mounds.

When they had her down to just her panties and bra they pushed her back to the center of the room. "Get down on your knees where you belong, bitch!"

She hesitated a few seconds too long. Malik clamped both hands down on her shoulders and pushed her to the floor. "Do what we say, bitch. Or else."

As she knelt there in front of them both guards unzipped their pants. They took out their hard Black cocks and waved them in front of her face. Gail had never had sex with a Black man before. Never even really thought about it. But now she couldn't help but be curious to find out if "the myth" was true.

Both men were at least 9 inches long, with Jamal only slightly bigger than Malik. She could see the hard veins surging and throbbing, and there were already drops of liquid seeping out of the fleshy tips.

Jamal sat down on the couch in one corner of the room. He was naked from the waist down and his thick cock stuck straight up in the air. "Get over here and suck it," he said. "Take it in your fucking mouth and blow me!"

Gail started to get up on her feet.

"Crawl over," Jamal said.

She got back down on her hands and knees and crawled across the hard wood floor. Her huge tits flopped out of the bra and jiggled in the air as she made her way towards Jamal. Both men laughed at her and made her feel like a slut. But she had to go through with it.

She knelt in front of his wide open legs and reached for his prick. It throbbed in her hand, and even though she was ****** to do it, she felt a thrill run through her body as she grabbed his meat. Her fingers flew up and down the long wet shaft, jerking it off. She watched his hairy nuts jump up and down with each stroke.

"Eat my cock, honey," he said. He grabbed her head and shoved it down onto his prick. The hard wet cockmeat split her mouth open and shot deep into her throat. Gail sucked on it as hard as she could while she pounded the base of his shaft up and down with her tight fist. "Oh, she's good. She's a real cocksucker, this one. Looks like we lucked out again, Malik," he said. He moved his hips up and down, fucking her mouth while he pushed her head hard against his groin.

While her cheeks bulged with hard wet prick, Gail heard Malik coming up behind her. His hands slid under her black panties and then rolled them down her thighs. The material was taut on her legs as he spread her thighs apart.

"What a nice fucking ass," he said. "Baby, you're going to love this."

Gail felt his hard thick tip press against her asshole. She shuddered and tried to move away but he grabbed her hips and held her still. His prick slid up and down her crack, getting her all wet. His balls slapped on her firm round skin over and over while he prodded her asshole.

She grunted when he ****** the tip of his prick into her hole. It burned and throbbed inside of her tight ass, splitting her apart with each hard wet push. It was thick and hot and hard as a rock. She could feel it surging and growing inside of her tunnel.

Jamal made her bob her head up and down, sucking on the full length of his prick. He brought her head all the way up so that her lips sucked on the fleshy tip, and then he slammed her face way back down, fucking her as hard as he could. His cock bashed in and out of her lips really fast, making her gag and drool on his cockmeat. "Come on, honey. Lick my fucking prick. Show me what you, can do... Ahhh, suck it, you bitch. Suck it up!"

Gail swirled her togue around his cock while she blew him, taking the throbbing meat as far down into her throat as she could. His nuts slapped against her lips while he held her head to his crotch.

She couldn't move at all. All she could do was suck and squirm as the two guards battered away at her holes with their stiff pricks.

The cock in her ass moved from left to right as Malik pried her cheeks apart, making her asshole get wider and wider. He plunged his stiff prick all the way into her asshole in one sudden shove. Gail groaned in pain. She tried to scream for him to stop fucking her ass but all that came out of her was a strangled gasp.

"She likes it," Malik said. "Listen to the slut squeal for it."

"Yeah, she's a real cock lover. Ain't you baby?" Jamal said.

He pulled her long red hair and lifted her head up.

"Yes," she said. "Yes, I love it."

He held his prick and led it back to her mouth. The thick wet tip slid across her lips and then he stuck it back into her mouth.

Malik slid his hands up her hips and then tore her black bra off of her. He dug his fingers into her huge firm tits and squeezed as hard as he could. The pain shot through her and made her groan even louder. "That's right, baby," Malik said. "Let's hear you moan. Let's hear you beg for it."

Gail sighed and gasped and sucked as hard as she could. She wanted to get it over with as fast as possible, hoping they would let her go when they were finished with her body. She writhed and gasped as they fed her their hard pricks.

Malik's hands slid up and down her tits, making them jiggle back and forth. Then he pinched her nipples really hard. Gail bucked up and down, trying to get away from his squeezing fingers but she couldn't. Over and over he tormented her, hurting her with his hands while he pounded away at her asshole with his hard stiff prick. It shot in and out of her so fast that her whole body shook with each ********* stroke.

Bit by bit the pain turned into pleasure. And Gail moved hard against them. Her cunt was dripping wet, full of hunger for a stiff cock. She sucked on the prick in her mouth really loud, slurping and pulling it way back into her throat. Saliva dripped out of her mouth while she jerked and sucked off Jamal's thick wet prick.

She pushed her hips back against Malik, trapping his cock deep in her ass. The wet tip throbbed against her hole, and she felt like he was going to push it through her and tear her apart. But the hot meat sloshing in and out of her ass made her feel nothing but pleasure now. Her hole was so tight, and his cock was so hard and wet that the friction of each stroke sent a thrill through her. She lifted her hips up and down for him, rolled them left and right, while he hammered away at her asshole.

"Ohhh, what a tight bitch!" Malik said. "What a piece of ass." He jammed his prick all the way into her asshole and kept it there. Then he pulled back on her hips, moving them up and down on his cock.

Gail's red hair danced across Jamal's hairy legs as she sucked on his prick. She jerked him off as hard as she could while she stuffed the long meat into her mouth. She closed her lips tight around it and slurped hotly. She could feel his prick quiver and grow inside her sucking mouth, "Uhhhhh, uhhhhh," she moaned, as she took it down her throat. She cupped his nuts and rolled them in her fingers while he fed his prick into her mouth.

"Ohhh, bitch, here it comes," Jamal said. "Here it comes, you fucking slut." He grabbed her hair again and pulled her off of his cock so that her mouth was just an inch away from his throbbing cocktip. She jerked it off fast, slapping it in her hand as hard as she could. A thick hot gob of cum squirted into her wide open lips. The cream splattered onto her tongue and then slithered down her throat. Gush after gush spit out of his cock and filled her mouth. She swallowed the big pool of his semen. His cock sprayed all over her face. The cream splashed onto her nose and her chin and then dripped down onto her bobbling tits.

"You fucking little slut!" he said. "Ohhh, you big-titted bitch! Eat it! Eat it!"

She stuffed it all the way back into her mouth and sucked up the rest of his cream. Then he pulled it out and ran it around her face. It was still hard and throbbing as she pounded her fist up and down the wet sticky meat. He leaned back into the couch and groaned while she licked and jerked his cock.

A long shudder ran through her body as Malik pierced her asshole with his cock. He drew it almost all the way out of her butt and then slammed it back in as hard as he could. He did it over and over until she grunted with pain and pleasure.

"Fuck it," she said. "Fuck my ass! Ohhh, it feels so good. So damn good!"

"You fucking whore," he said, slamming his meat into her asshole. "You love it, don't you? You love getting it in the ass."

"Yes," she said. "I love it. Fuck me. Stick it all the way in. Come in my ass, come in my fucking ass!" She moved her ass in a circular motion tugging on his swollen prick with her ass muscles, milking it as hard as she could. Her cunt was dripping wet now and she could feel it dripping down her legs. All that pussy juice seeped out of her slit and made her thighs all sticky.

"Do it," she said. "Fuck me! **** me! Tear me apart with your cock!" While he fucked her asshole she beat up and down on Jamal's cock, pulling it close to her mouth and running it all over her lips. Two hard cocks, she thought. Two hard cocks fucking her. It was ecstasy! Nothing but pleasure.

"Here it comes, whore! Here it comes! Right up your asshole!"

"Fuck it! Fuck me good!"

He shot off into her asshole in gush after gush of hot sticky semen. The globs of cream splashed into her ass and dripped out of her hole with each stroke of his prick. His nuts slapped against her ass, getting sticky with the cum that spilled out of her.

"Uhhhh, I love it," she said. "I love it. It's so hot and wet."

"Take it all, you bitch!"

"Yes, ohhhhh, uhhhhh, fuck me. Fuck me! Cream my fucking asshole. I love it!"

His prick split her apart. His strokes grew harder and harder. Soon her body swung back and forth with each shove of his wet, spitting prick. Her tits bounced up and down while she rode his cock. The cum squirted into her in hot gobs. Then bit by bit she felt the stream of semen slow down. The spurts were farther apart now. She reached behind her and grabbed his nuts, milking him for more hot cream. She wrapped her fist around the base of his shaft and jerked it off. His cock rammed against her butt while she squeezed the last few drops of cream into her sore tight asshole.

Malik rammed his prick into her asshole a few more times and then pulled it out of her tight wet opening. Gail slid her hand up and down the wet shaft and wiped the cum off it. She licked her fingers clean of semen.

Malik and Jamal stood in front of her, their long cocks dangling in her face. She stared at the wet pricks that had just emptied into her holes. And now she wanted to feel one of them in her cunt. "Get down on your back," Malik said.

Gail rolled over onto her back. She slid her hand between her legs and then rubbed her drippy slit. "Put it in me," she said. "I want it bad!"

"Tough," Jamal said. "You do what WE say."

She looked up at them, and now she was getting nervous. They weren't laughing at her anymore. And then she saw Malik pull a digital camera out of the desk.

"Wait a minute," she said. "I'm not letting you do that."

"Yeah?" Malik said. "Then maybe we'll just have to give the police a call and let him know what you've been doing."

"Fingerfuck yourself, honey," Jamal said. "Just keep it up."

Gail stuck her finger into her cunt. She slid it in and out, obeying them. But at the same time it felt good. She could feel her juices dripping out of her pussy. Her black panties were still stretched across her smooth thighs and the pressure on her skin felt good.

Malik knelt down and pointed the camera at her. "That's it," he said. "Stick your fingers in there, slut. Fuck your cunt." He snapped a few pictures of her with her hand between her legs. Jamal moved to her head and dangled his cock in front of her face. "Give it some more sucking, bitch," he said. Gail was scared. She knew the pictures would get worse and worse. She turned her head away from his cock.

"Eat it, you whore!" he said. He brought her head right next to his crotch and battered away at her face with his cock. Then he ****** it into her mouth. "Jerk it off, too, baby. Make it look good."

She grabbed his prick and pumped it while he fed it into her mouth. She felt it grow hard after just a few sucks, and then it stuck into her, firm and long again.

Malik took more pictures of her, catching her with a mouthful of stiff cock. Her finger pressed her swollen clit and then rubbed it back and forth. Waves of pleasure poured through her. And then she forgot all about the camera. She sucked on his prick and fingered herself, bucking up and down on the floor. "Ummmm, uhhhhh, ahhhh," she moaned as she blew him. His long prick slid in and out of her lips, making her cheeks bulge with each stroke. She bobbed her head up and down, taking the full length of his meat down into her throat. The warm wet flesh felt good in her mouth as it darted over her tongue. Hot and thick and wet, she thought. Just like her cunt.

Then she felt the pleasure building up inside of her. She fingered herself as fast as she could, sticking her hand inside her wide open cunt. The hot liquid gushed out of her pussy and drench her fingers. Her cheeks moved in and out as she sucked on his hot cock.

Another series of spasms went through her body, making her jerk and twitch all over the floor. The wild movements of her bobbing head made Jamal lose control and he flooded her mouth with cum. Before she could swallow it all he pulled his prick out of her lips and then jerked off his cock. The hard long flesh pulsed and throbbed as he shot off all over her big jiggling tits. White gobs of cum slithered down her jugs as his prick pressed into her tits. Gail moaned and squirmed and then smeared the cum all over her stomach and her chest.

Malik took more pictures of her as she rolled on the floor, covered with cum, pulling on the thick prick that stuck into her tits. "Now it's my turn," he said. He handed the camera to Jamal and then made Gail turn over onto her stomach. He spread her legs out wide and then stuck his cock into her drippy cunt. She was flat on the floor, with her bare tits sliding across the hard wood, her arms spread out on both sides. His prick slammed in and out of her pussy, pinning her as she squealed and moaned with pleasure.

She heard the clicks of the camera as Jamal took pictures of Malik fucking her on the floor. But she didn't care. At least not now. She opened and closed her legs, putting as much pressure on the thick prick in her cunt as possible.

"Uhhhh, stick it in me!" she cried. "Stick it in my fucking cunt!"

"Sure, bitch. Take it, you slut. Take it all the way!" He gripped her hips and pulled them up and down, raising her off the floor so he could ***** his prick deeper inside of her. Then he slid his hands under her and mauled her tits. His fingers dug into her flesh, scratching and squeezing, pulling her tits far apart.

"Come on, whore, move it! Move your fucking ass."

Gail bucked against him, sliding and squirming on the floor while he filled her cunt with his hot prick. She wiggled her hips in a circle and tugged on his meat. He grunted and then jammed it into her all the way. A flood of cream spurted into her pussy and then gushed out of her cunt hole and dripped down her thighs. "Uhhhh, you fucking whore, you fucking whore," he said, humping her until the last drops of semen seeped into her juicy slit.

As soon as he was through fucking her he pulled his cock out of her hole and pushed her away from him. "Okay, bitch, you can go now. We got what we want."

Gail got up from the floor and put oh her clothes. There was cum all over her body, dripping down her tits and her thighs, and it got her clothes all wet.

She started to leave the office.

"Wait a second, you slut," Jamal said. "Come over here and take a look at this."

Gail went over to the desk. She saw a list of names on a sheet of paper. All of them were women. Her name was on the bottom. Next to it was her address, her phone number, and her husband's name. The information came from her wallet.

"Just remember that we know where you live, baby," Jamal said. "And we've got some pictures that are going to be pretty interesting when we upload them."

Gail knew that she wasn't the only one they did this to. They probably had pictures of all the women that they had caught shoplifting. And they were all blackmailed into sex, just like her.

As she left the office and went back out into the department store she looked back at the wall. She saw the long one way mirror right where their office was. That was how they caught her. And she thought she'd been so smart when she tried to steal all that jewelry and the bra.

Just for thrills, she told herself. That was the only reason why she shoplifted. She had more than enough money to buy what she wanted. Andrew made sure of that. He always gave her enough to spend. He would be mad as hell if he ever found out what she'd done.

And the only way to keep him from finding out was to go along with the guards. Anything they wanted to do to her they could, and she couldn't stop them. As she walked out of the store she almost burst into tears. But she held back. Even though she was scared and worried, she couldn't help thinking about the two hard Black cocks that had just made her into a slave. She loved it, she thought. She loved the way they made her take it in the ass and the mouth.

She got into her car and drove home fast. She had to shower and wash off the cum before her husband got home.

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Susan


Susan was dressed in her best suit and heels for she had been called to headquarters for an interview by a Mr. S Blake. She was 36 and stood at five foot ten in bare feet. Her straight black hair was tied into a bun and framed a beautiful face. She was supposed to be at Heathrow and on the way to Paris but Mr. Blake's secretary had told her that she was expected at 0900 and had hung up before she could reply. As it was headquarters, she went. For such a large pharmaceutical corporation, they had a small headquarters she had always thought. It was like they didn't want to be noticed.

Susan caught the lift to the third floor and found her way to Mr. Blake's office. She was not kept waiting and was ushered into the office and offered a chair and found Mr. Blake intimidated her from the out set. It was the way he looked at her. Susan hadn't got to senior executive by being intimidated but there was something ****** about this man that made her afraid.

He hadn't spoken since she had entered and sat down. She wasn't going to play this stupid game.

"Mr. Blake, you asked to see me. I am supposed to be on the way to Paris. May we start."

"Ms. Fellowes, I didn't ask to see you I was told to be here and solve a problem for the corporation and that problem is you."

"Mr. Blake I don...," she was cut off like she didn't exist. She flushed.

"Look at this picture ; do you recognise it?"

She angrily took the photo and saw that it was taken yesterday evening at the wine bar. Her best friend Veronica was passing her a package.

"What's in the package."

"I don't know... I mean Ms. Clarke asked asked me to hold it for her as...,"

she was cut of again.

"Where is the package?"

"At my apartment. Look what..."

"Lets go get it."

"Enough," she yelled "I don't..." It was like once again like she hadn't spoken.

"Ms. Fellowes there is a phone. Please us it. Call anyone you want. You have one minute. If you

choose not to use the phone I am going to call for my car and we are going to get that package or I am going to call Scotland Yard and they are going to get the package. Your choice."

"There are no choices are there Mr. Blake.?"

"Lets go," he said.

# # # # # #

Susan was very confused and angry and it was a silent drive to the underground car park of her apartment. She used her remote to get the doors opening. Mr. Blake seemed to know where he was going as he drove straight to her park. They got out of the car and she used her card to call the lift. You could cut the air with a knife.

Susan carded her door and led the way into the reception area and turned.Mr. Blake just stared at her. She walked to her bedroom and felt the his presence follow her. She knew what he wanted but it was in her panties drawer and she didn't want him to see that. She tried to shield the contents with her body but he was right beside her. His hand moved amongst her panties until he found the package, he turned and went to her office and computer and booted it up.

"Password?"

It was the first time he had spoken. Susan was very scared now and starting to be frightened with this man in her apartment. She watched as he opened the package, removed a disk and inserted into the hard drive. He started to scroll through the disk and gave a grunt of satisfaction. He left the chair and moved to her lounge bar.

"Have a look Ms. Fellowes. Have a good look."

Susan sat and froze in fear, this was "Project Blue" her company's most secret and lucrative research project. It was in her possession. She couldn't focus, her mind was a blank. After what seemed an eternity she heard her self being called from the lounge. She seemed to move as in a trance. He beckoned her to stand in front of the chair he was sitting in.

"Two choices Ms. Fellowes. Your choices. Scotland Yard or this is fixed internally within the corporation."

"There are no choices are there Mr. Blake."

# # # # # #

Mr. Blake's assistant had arrived and she was a stunning grey eyed blond in a suit and heels. They were sitting at the table in the dinning room and being a man of very few words the deal was laid out. Susan Fellowes was to commit herself to the Sun Institute ; have Mr. Blake appointed her legal guardian,would work from home until her personal and corporate affairs were tided up, and would have her life from now till arrival at the institute strictly supervised by a 24 hour live in nurse. The nurse was the blond sitting at the table. The papers were laid out before her, awaiting a signature.

"Ms Fellowes do you understand the matter laid out. This is your last chance because when you sign those papers there is no going back?"

She signed the commitment papers and the the papers of guardian ship. Simon Blake and Virginia Steel witnessed them.

"Some times there are no choices Mr. Blake," but Mr. Blake and the papers were gone. She was alone with her new nurse.

# # # # # #

Virginia Steel actually was a nurse ; and she had played this game before. She knew the moves and it was unfair but she also knew the endings. "Stern Nurse"sounded like a good opening for this one.

"Ms. Fellowes you are under my care and you are very much my responsibility. It is one I take very seriously and as I don't know the state of your mental health I have been instructed to keep you closely confined."

It was to much for Susan and she burst into tears. Good start thought Virginia.

"Please follow me Ms. Fellowes," and Nurse led the way to the kitchen fridge. She got out a large bottle of water and filled a glass with ice and poured. Her employer had been in earlier and put it in the fridge. It was a very special bottle of water.

"Please ***** this down now."

Susan's mind was in turmoil, to much had happened and she obediently drank the glass. It was refilled.

"***** again Ms. Fellowes."

Susan drank again.The glass was refilled and more ice added.

"***** again Ms. Fellowes."

"No thank you I have had quite enough."

"Ms. Fellowes I am the nurse and you are in my care. I think another glass water is needed. Please *****."

Susan was to tired to argue and drank.

"Follow me Ms. Fellowes."

Susan followed her to the bathroom and wondered how she knew where it was. The nurse went straight to the shower and looked at a very strong shelf bolted to the tiles. She turned to Susan.

"Ms. Fellowes I can't have you wandering around until I get a handle on your situation. Now this will be very hard for you but you must obey. I want you to step into the shower and present your wrists so that I can confine them to the shelf."

Susan couldn't believe her ears. She was stunned and in shock for a few moments. That was all it took for in the next instant there were two clicks and she was chained to the shelf. At that point two things happened. The nurse left the room and closed the door. Ms. Fellowes totally lost it and started screaming and trying to free herself from the hand cuffs.

# # # # # #

Virginia put her ear to the door but it was pretty soundproof. She turned and made her way to the bedroom and lay down for a quick nap.

# # # # # #

When she awoke an hour and a half had gone by and she was feeling very refreshed, so made her way to the bathroom to see how refreshed Ms. Fellowes was. She passed two large boxes in the living room that her employer had arranged delivery of.

Ms. Fellowes was not refreshed in the least. To cut straight to the heart of the matter Ms. Fellowes had pissed her self. Her face was streaked with running make up, her long hair had come loose and she had torn the buttons on her suit coat. That paled into insignificance to what had happened below. She had broken the strap on one of her heels and it lay on its own in the shower. The other one had a broken heel. The stockings were torn and soaked and the same with the ruined skirt which had ended up around her waist totally exposing the panties. The panties were still dripping and Ms. Fellowes face had gone totally blank ; her once bright eyes now dulled.

The nurse backed out of the room and shut the door.

Virginia loved her job because she had no scruples and loved money. For the next short while she had the use of a most sort after London apartment and a new new toy to play with. She had no idea where Simon got them but, hey ; here was another one that was to get her mind rewired, willing or not.

The first day was a real bummer with all the mess so she might as well get started. She had changed into her nurses uniform which was white thigh boots, a short mini skirt with a very tight shirt and cap. They were the like the ones you bought at any good sex shop in Soho. She retrieved a collar, locks and chain from her box of tricks and went back to Ms. Fellowes and her problems. She also took her phone with it's camera. Ms Fellowes hadn't moved.

FLASH!!!

" Ms. Fellowes, Ms. Fellowes; I see you have had an accident. I'm a silly girl as I didn't know you were incontinent . Ms. Fellowes shouldn't we get you cleaned up?"

Susan was humiliated, degraded and confused which was just what the nurse wanted in fact. Clean ; some one had mentioned clean , wanted to be clean, yes she wanted to be clean.

"Yes clean ... clean."

" Ms. Fellowes, would you like to let me help you to be clean?"

The **** she had unknowingly ingested had confused her, she couldn't think. Her mind would start off on a thought but she couldn't hold it; work on it,develop it. Her thoughts kept returning to her humiliating state and the soaking mess between her legs.

". . . yes."

It took her a few moments to get that out. Virginia made another suggestion to her knowing that what little thinking capacity she had would be on the word " clean " rather then the fact she was about to be collared.

"First thing is first then, I'm going to put a collar and chain on your neck because if I don't do that I can't get you clean . Do you want to be clean Ms. Fellowes?"

". . . . clean."

Virginia didn't know the name of the **** as it was too long . She just called it confusion. It certainly worked.

" Do you want me to put the collar on then so we can start to be clean?"

" . . . yes ,clean."

Virginia moved across to Ms. Fellowes and locked the collar and then the end of the long chain to the shelf. She released the chained wrists and dropped the hand cuffs to the floor. She moved out of the shower . It was just step by step now. Suggest a reasonable course, add the word " clean " and Ms. Fellowes no longer had enough thought power to question any thing that might stop her from being clean.

" Ms Fellowes to be clean we must get that shoe off, can you do that do you think?"

" . . . clean ."

" To be clean let go of the rail and sit. Good. Turn around and bring your knees up. We have to get that shoe off to be clean."

Susan flopped to the floor; sitting in her own mess and turned and bought up her knees. She had no conception of dignity or modesty left. She had her knees up and spread and had racked her skirt into her lap. Her head was slumped forward and long hair hung over face. Long strands of pubic hair spilled between her thighs from the wet panties.

Ms. Fellowes struggled with the buckle but gave up and just pushed the strap down to free the shoe.

" Very good; what should we do next? What about your suit coat, remove your suit coat Ms. Fellowes to be clean. Cross your legs and remove the coat."

Ms. Fellowes struggled with the last remaining button on the coat but gave up and ripped the front open.

" Now the shirt.Tear the front of the shirt open to be clean and slip out of it."

Ms. Fellowes ripped the shirt open , buttons went every where; and bent forward to free her arms from the shirt. Her hair now lay on the wet dress between her gaping thighs and started soaking up her urine.

FLASH!!!

" Your slip is next, break those straps on your shoulders and then get that bra off. Soon you will be clean."

The straps broke easily and she bent forward further to get to the catches on the back of the bra. As the breasts swung free they hung, covering the belly. They were very large and welled formed .

" Soon you will be clean. Undo your belt and lets get the dress and slip off. Don't stand as we don't want you slipping over, we want you clean."

Ms. Fellowes struggled out of the ruined clothes and pushed the wreckage away from her feet. She was down to panties, garter belt and stockings. Virginia wondered what she was thinking? Could she think?

" Lets get the rest off now and I'll get the bath going so you will be clean."

The bathroom was large and had a Jacuzzi and big bath tub. She started to run some warm water in to the bath. She turned to check her new toy. The women's skin was flawless and the hair spilling off her head was thick with a healthy sheen; well the bits not wet with her urine. Large tufts of body hair peeked out from the armpits, the thick wet pubic patch hide the secrets beneath it well.

Her last stocking came off and she was naked.

FLASH!!!

" Ms. Fellowes would you like a bath? A bath will make you clean."

".. yes. Bath."

" Crawl over and get in the bath, be careful you don't slip."

Her breasts swung beautifully under her chest and Virginia got an eyeful between the legs as she raised them to get into the bath.

" Clean your self and then the bathroom Ms. Fellowes."

Virginia got a garbage bag and gingerly picked up the ruined clothes and took them to the garbage chute.



# # # # # #

Ms. Fellowes had been busy, in fact she still was . She had clean on the brain after all and was busy scrubbing the bathroom floor for the third time when Virginia returned some time latter.

" Enough Ms. Fellowes, you have done so well. Now you stand over here and let me adjust your chain. Smile."

FLASH!!!

"Now let's go into the living room where I can be comfortable and we can set you up a bit."

She unlocked the collar chain and led a naked Ms Fellows into her living room and placed her on the floor . Getting a belt out of the box she got it around her waist and locked it on. Ringed leather cuffs went on Ms. Fellowes wrists and ankles. She then arranged Ms. Fellowes in a most photogenic position.

FLASH!!!

Ms. Fellowes had her ankles pulled back to her bum and her knees spread wide. Her hands were put behind her neck and there was another flash. It was enough thought Virginia as she looked at the time. In about 15 minutes minutes the **** would be wearing off and Virginia wanted Ms. Fellowes in much less dignified position. She grabbed her left wrist and got it under the left knee and locked the inside of the wrist to the outside of the left ankle. Doing the same with the other wrist and ankle left Ms. Fellowes with her legs gaping very wide indeed and totally unable to close them. There was one more little touch and Virginia got out an adult version of a ****** potty. It had a seat and everything and Ms. Fellowes looked such a picture on her potty when she had been lifted onto it.

FLASH!!!

Virginia went to pour another special water from a different bottle for her patient and then got her to ***** it. She then got a ball gag into her mouth and locked it around her head. It was time for Act II.

# # # # # #

Susan felt the confusion in her brain clearing only to find her self naked, gagged, her legs spread, wrists locked to ankles and sitting on what looked like a potty. Just to cap it off she was having a wee wee. She burst into tears.

Virginia noticed and was quite content to leave her there for a while. She went into the bedroom for another nap.

Susan mind had cleared somewhat and she couldn't think how she had got into this night mare. The police were after her, she had committed her self and signed over her legal guardianship and she was sitting on a fucking potty naked . She wished she could scream. Here came that crazy prattling nurse again.

"Ms. Fellowes back with us I see, feeling better after your accident are you?"

Susan nodded as there was little else she could do.

" Had enough from the restraints,can I let you up now and you promise to be a good girl?"

Susan nodded and Virginia came over and released the legs from the ankles. She snapped a chain on from the collar to a heavy chair.

" What about this nasty gag. Are you going to be a good girl if a take it out?"

Susan gave a resigned nod and felt relief and tried to get some saliva into her mouth.

" Lets check on you, up you get and touch your toes. Spread the legs, that's it."

Susan had the indignity of being wiped dry .

" Now you can stay up for a while . Oh look your pottys a bit full. Put the lid on and and go and empty and clean it then we will powder you and get you in a nice clean nappy. "

She freed the chain from the chair and took her to the bathroom and locked the chain onto the shower shelf. Susan found her self surprised to find no argument in her as she followed obediently to empty her potty. Virginia was well pleased and loved the ***** they gave her to work with. Just so cool. She had a video link shortly and needed Susan dressed and ready to go for that but first needed to get her hair shampooed. When she had finished cleaning the potty her wrist cuffs and belt were removed and she was ordered back into the shower to shampoo her hair.

Susan found her self naked in the same room as another women but couldn't seem to articulate any complaint. She was collared and had leather cuffs on her ankles and was obediently washing her hair. Why? Now she was being told to comb and dry it with a hand dryer. Was she some sort of robot?

# # # # # #

Susan now looked like she was back in her element, she was back behind her desk, in her suit with nicely brushed hair and fresh make up. Her rings and wrist watch were on and she was wearing a beautiful broach on her breast. She looked good. She was facing the computer screen and camera and ready to go. Below the desktop,out of site of the camera it was a different story. Susan was back in her belt and two chains held her in the chair. She was in her nappy and had bare feet. She was waiting for first contact with the Sun Institute.

Susan was in video conference with a psychiatrist and was being asked the most intimate and personal questions and giving full replies. She would never answer such questions normally and was stunned by her replies. The most strange thing was there were a lot of questions about her ********. What had her ******** to do with any thing?

The psychiatrist had her put on head phones and the screen changed .

Virginia watched her patient start her mind rewire . Her eyes reflected the the quick changing colours from the screen. There was a background of pulsing music with the subliminal message, ********/danger/*****/police/save/commitment. Over and over the pulsating light and sound started *********** the message .

# # # # # #

Caroline was in a interrogation room at Heathrow having a hard time explaining two full suit cases of hard *****. Caroline was Susan's 18 year old ********.

# # # # # #

One hour latter

Susan was finished with what she thought was a funny TV programme. The psychiatrist was asking her questions again. When he was satisfied he had her shut down the computer. Virginia came over and released her. It was time to put her in mummy clothes and remove all her restraints.. When she was dressed and sitting on her sofa in the living room , Virginia made a quick call on her cell. Act III was about to begin.

The apartments house phone rang and Virginia had Susan answer it. It was a long conversation and the women returned crying and hysterical .What a surprise, her ******** was in police custody at Heathrow ; there was a small matter about a large amount of *****. Life in a max security wing of a women's prison. Oh how terrible, how unfortunate and then bingo; Susan wanted to call Mr. Blake for help. Look we couldn't do that, look at the time, he would have gone home by now. No impossible , but he wouldn't be pleased. She slowly allowed her self to be persuaded and let her call Mr. Blake. Oh what joy, what happiness as it seems Mr. Blake can help. Susan seemed happy that her idea of getting her ******** committed seemed to move the problem towards a solution and her spirits had picked up remarkably. It seemed that Mr. Blake would bring her ******** to the apartment as soon as possible. Virginia just sat back and shook her had . She was constantly surprised with what the **** and sub subliminals could do in such a short time.

# # # # # #

The ********s arrival was suitably dramatic. She was wearing what had been a beautiful frock which was now torn leaving her bra cupped left breast exposed. There was a tear and piece missing leaving the right leg and the top of stockings and suspenders were on view. Obviously didn't like strip searches it seemed. Her ****** rushed to her and started hugging and kissing but is was hard for Caroline to respond as her wrists were handcuffed behind her back and her arms were held by two large female police constables. Mr. Blake bought up the rear. Caroline had been given her special ***** of water on the way in and needed to be locked up in the shower pretty shortly for her "accident". The girl was crying and totally confused and needed little encouragement from her ****** to sign away her life. Mr. Blake was pleased, problem solved; Virginia was pleased, another new toy; the two women police officers were pleased as they had just picked up 8 hours at triple time for impersonating police officers . Were Susan and Caroline happy ; did any one care?

# # # # # #

The " police " had left Caroline chained up in the shower and had closed the door , Susan had been taken back to the sofa, Virginia was seated in the lounge chair.

" Ms. Fellowes I'm going to have to strip search your ******** and then ring the institute to have her taken away. Two patients are two much for one nurse ."

"No, please don't take her away from me. I'll help ; I'll do anything but please don't take her away."

Do any thing, I'll help, don't take her away and all these suggestions coming from Susan. Three more bingos, things were just going so well. She noticed Susan seemed to need to go .

" Ms. Fellowes do you need your potty?"

Susan flushed and nodded. She was dressed in a conservative pants suit which was Virginia's idea of mummy clothes.

" Bring your potty over here in front of me and take off your shoes, pants and panties and sit and use it. Now your ******** ; you are under mental health care yourself, you were very violent in the shower , you are obviously incontinent and your crying seems to suggest an instability. How could you help me with your ********?"

" I'll do anything you want, please let her stay."

" How? She is a **** user and needs to be confined under lock and key, she must be supervised. I can't supervise her all day and night and I only have collars and chains here?"

" Please, I could help you look after her and the collar and that funny looking belt; we could use them for restraining her. Please."

Bingo again.

" I don't know . What about you, you were violent before, I don't like yelling and screaming."

" I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Please let her stay."

" Hmm, I suppose we could try it for to night and see how we go. Are you finished yet?"

"Yes."

" Ms. Fellowes I think we are now going to have to be a little less formal if I have you and your ******** to deal with. What was your and Caroline names as ********?"

" Susie and Cara."

" When you address me from now on I think you should address me as Mistress and I'll use Susie. Is that okay wit you.?"

" Yes Mistress."

" When you finish some thing Susie or have something to say, use a finger and point to your lips; don't speak. Now up you get and bend over. You need to be wiped and then we will go see Cara."

# # # # # #

Susan was dressed again and followed Virginia into the bathroom with her potty. The site that greeted her eyes shocked her as her beautiful ******** was on her knees,crying into her chained wrists. The semi ruined frock was now ready for the dumpster as it was sopping wet with urine.

The girl looked miserable and her ****** had to be stopped from rushing forward. Virginia had requested the ***** altered to leave more active and was glad to see this had been accepted.

" Cara , what a mess; I guess it must run in the family. What have you done to yourself," said Virginia.

" Mummy help me , I'm sorry I couldn't help it, I couldn't get to the toilet," sobbed the girl.

" Cara, mummy can't help you; I think I'm going to have to have you picked up after all and taken away and locked up."

The girl wailed, the ****** wailed .

"Please, please no; I'll clean her, let me clean her," said Susan .

" Cara , I should have you taken away and locked up but your ****** says she can look after you. Do you want mummy to help me look after you?"

" Yes please Nurse, mummy can look after me. Please let mummy look after me."

" You will have to let mummy put a collar and chain on you. Your days of freedom are over. Can mummy chain you Cara?"

With out the slightest hesitation Cara gratefully nodded.

" Are you going to be okay with chaining Cara, Susie?"

There was another grateful nod from Susan so Virginia went and got a long chain and another collar from her box and then showed Susie how to collar and chain her ********. She got Cara free of the wrist cuffs and ordered her to start getting out of her clothes which she did without any trouble. If she was embarrassed about stripping in front of her ****** and a complete stranger she didn't show it.

A very beautiful girl now stood naked in the shower a mirror image of her ******. She was about five foot ten with beautiful black hair that now that it had been fully released streamed down to her waist. There was not an ounce of fat on her and the slim waist flowed nicely to boyish hips. With the removal of her 36 DD bra two perfect breasts finished a lovely body. Like her ****** she was well endowed with arm and pubic hair. Virginia was very pleased with her new toy.

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" Now Cara, it is no trouble for me to make a call and have you taken away to be locked up."

Two shaking heads.

" Because the institute says that there should be two nurses in attendance when the patient is in the bath and the only thing I can think of is that mummy is in the bath as well to wash you."

Two nodding heads.

" You will have to have mummy put some more chains on you."

Nods all round, so she left to get ankle and wrist cuffs then showed Susan how to fit them to secure the ankles and wrists. Cara ended up with her wrists chained to her collar and with about a foot of chain on each cuff and the same with her ankles. Virginia had run a foot of water into the bath and got Cara sitting between Susan legs. She poured a hair tonic on Cara's pubes and started Susan on "working it in". The two faces were scarlet and Cara started to cry.

" Caro, I'm sorry honey it not right for mummy's hands to be down there is it? I'll make the call and they can do that for you when you are locked up alone in your padded room in the institute."

" No nurse, please, I'm sorry; it's just...."

" I know but it's got to done. We don't know what germs you have down there do we and what about you Susan; this is what I mean. It's a terrible thing that you are being asked to do, I think I might ring them and have your ******** taken away to be locked up alone in the lonely padded cell. You you aren't doing it right. You have to get your fingers right in there amongst all that hair and skin folds."

" No Mistress please, I can do it," and she set too with new vigour. Susan started on the arm pits next and then used a shampoo for her ********s head hair. Virginia gave a secret smile and figured that she hadn't over done it with two of " lonely padded cell " "locked up " and " terrible thing". She went to get her camera.

Ms. Fellowes apartment
2 Hours latter

Her two charges sat on commodes that had been delivered a half an hour ago. Potties with a couple of sensors had been placed under them and as they dribbled their urine over them, the results were recorded, logged and then downloaded to a computer every five minutes. The women's ankles had been fitted with soft leather bands to which a couple of tiny rings were fitted and these were in use securing there ankles to the chair legs. A wide leather band had been passed over the stomachs to hold them over their potties, and there was a band for the neck and another across the brow to hold the head within the head rest. There arms remained free.

Virginia always felt a bit of pride when she looked down on the breast support; it was her own design and Simon himself had complemented her on it. When the subject was seated and strapped in, two half shells were swung in under the breasts and locked into place. The shells were available in different sizes and this allowed the breast to be held and supported and still retain a perfect shape; give access to the nipple and aureole, and allow 180 degree access for needles. It was usually enough.

A round computer screen hung from the side of the commode and had been placed in front of each face. It was a very special screen with four tiny gimballed cameras and lasers. Virginia stood behind Susan and her hands moved over the woman's scalp with an acupuncture needle. Touching the needle to the scalp and being in the right location bought an intense green to the computer screen. Virginia found the location of the last spot she needed and inserted the needle.

Slowly Virginia went over the hair and the now hidden needles and stated to braid the hair around each one and its associated wire to form the hair in to two pigtails. It was a very slow job and she allowed her mind to wander. She was twenty five, blond, five foot ten, 36 24 36 and there wasn't an ounce of spare fat on her body. She had been clever in school and had been attracted to the nursing profession on winning a study scholarship. The years had been long and the study hard. She had thought about giving it up at one stage but had been approached by Simon who had offered her some after hours work of a very lucrative nature. Confidential my dear he had said, never to be spoken about. £ 1000 for a few hours work, a hire car there and back; but the job was never ever to be spoken about, the job was simply to be forgotten about.

£ 1000! Well that hadn't been hard to agree to and after all wasn't everything confidential these days.

The first night had been an eye opener and had started when the driver had asked her to put a hood over her head to keep the destination secret. The car had stopped in an underground car park and a guard had escorted her to a lift that had whisked her down to a lower level where she was escorted to an ultra modern medical facility.

A doctor had greeted her and lead her in to a long room with ten beds and four occupants. The task was simple, each was to be given a bed bath, all hair was to be removed, an anal plug and catheter was to be inserted and a set of medical monitors were to be attached to each *********** female body. It was simple and for a young lady with little or no moral values as there were no questions that she had wanted answered. Asking no questions had paid off, as she was given an extra £ 250 on the way out.

Easy, easy and just the way she liked it!

The braided pig tails continued to form under her skillful fingers, locking the needles in place over the woman's scalp. There was movement in the background as furniture went and other things came. No one would dare to disturb her. Susan's bottle was nearly empty so she changed it and checked that she was still dribbling urine over the sensor. All was well. She continued with the braid and her reflections.

She loved money and Simon had provided. After she had done a few special night jobs they had meet for lunch in a very good restaurant. It is really all about the utmost discretion and silence old girl, can you accept that he asked? No problem she said and so a very highly paid secret medical world had opened to her.

It hadn't really been to hard for her to put it together. White female slave trade, but so what, none of her business. After she received her RN ( registered nurse ) qualifications she had been flown to Bulgaria for some further some what advanced nurse training and then back to England and Simon.

Simon and she had worked together for some years now but she knew just as little now about him now as when she had first started. It was the way it was and it mattered not in the least to her. If the money kept coming she was happy.

She now worked only four months a year, earned £ 540,000 a year tax free and had the use of a lovely beach house on the island of St. Thomas overlooking the Caribbean.

The ******** Caroline had finished her bottle and was dry sucking now so she removed it. The young girl had been needled and braided earlier and was staring blankly at the computer screen. With her ****** now ready it was time to get them hooked up. She moved behind the commode that Caroline was sitting on and picked up the first black box from the floor and hooked it on to the back rest and started to hook the cable jacks falling away from the end of the braids into the waiting jacks on the box. There were quite a few and when finished she powered it up and moved to the girls ****** where she repeated the process. They were both ready now; it was time to begin, the code was entered and she pressed execute.

Virginia moved around the two chairs and pulled a hassock up and sat where she could see the eyes of her charges. The eyes started to reflect the different colors as the tiny lasers hit the pupils. As they moved slightly the cameras recorded it and the aiming point was tracked for the next perfect hit for the next firing pattern. There was a third computer on a table, this one facing her, she tapped some keys and bought young Caroline's program up.

There really wasn't much to see, just two columns of numbers that kept rapidly changing. She hit F10 and bought up Susan's screen. It was a swirling cloud of color but sometimes, just for a moment an image appeared, and was just as quickly gone.

F9 and it was back to the numbers, the column on the right being negative while the ones on the right were in the positive. The ones on the left rose towards zero the right hand column fell towards that same point. The eyes were dancing now as the lasers quickened and the pupils followed them. She flicked over programs and monitored the ****** for a while. It was good. It had started and it was time for a break.

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Virginia had bathed and washed and dried her hair and was wearing a bath robe that she hadn't bothered tying. She stood with a glass of wine and looked over the ****** and ******** which she thought of now as her girls. The program had finished, the numbers had meet at zero and the columns had stopped moving, the lasers and tracking camera's were still while the screen was blank as were the two female faces. Most importantly they had both stopped dribbling.

"Susan, how are you feeling my dear?"

A little life entered the face and the eyes cleared some what. She giggled.

" I ..... I ...... feel strange nurse, thirsty . . ." she said with another little giggle and squeak.

" Okay, give your self a wipe and we'll get these straps off you so you can stand, eh?. What about you Caroline, how do you feel?" she asked and received another giggle as some life returned to the girl.

" . . . . good," she squeaked with a little laugh.

" How about the same as mummy, we'll get the straps off and get you standing."

She moved to the back of the chairs and started releasing the straps until they could stand free of there special chairs.

"Now I have a lovely belt for you both, so lets get them on shall we."

She got the belt harnessed around their waists and that gave the black boxes something to hang on. First one then the other were taken across to a walking machine and the speed set to a lite jog. She sat her self down so she could see them and allowed her mind to wander again.

No one ever told her anything but she was a very smart girl so had put her mind to work on what she knew and didn't know. The needles into the skull obviously monitored the electrical activity of the brain at the very least. Probably and more likely they could even control the brains activity.

The formula the girls sucked on each session changed quite often as delivery people were always putting new bottles in the fridge during the day. She had a feeling that the formula was quickly assimilated into the ***** which was then carried to the brain. The girls dribbled into their potties during each session and there flow was over some sort of a sensor so this had something to do with the formula changes for their bottles.

Then there was the "goo" which she would use late in the day. That could only be nano tech. That was the frightening part bit as far as she was concerned. There was certainly ***** in the formula but just lately she was coming to the conclusion that it was full of nano as well. Her girls would be soon be experiencing huge changes in there bodys so one would assume that there were externally applied nanos which were in the "goo" as well as an internal acting nano that must come from the ever changing formula.

Sounds good she thought. So that bought her back to the needles and the light show. Mind control didn't really cut it. Mind altering she thought was not quite right either.

It seemed that bits of the mind were moved and blocked off, then reprogrammed and maybe even stuff was some how downloaded into the empty space that was no longer in use. Higher reasoning was the first to go and this was followed by logic. Speech centers were the next to be altered and this seemed to effect the process of bringing an idea from the mind too forming it into a spoken thought. Quite soon her girls were not only going to have a bubble butt, but a bubble brain to go with it.

Her phone chirped the emergency tone. She snatched it up and answered as it could only be Simon.

"Sorry old girl, you and the lady's, on the street in 30 minutes. You need to get out now! Move!"