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The blood was pounding in my ears as I gently closed the car door. It all seemed so unreal, so calm. The heat of the midday sun had brought the meadow drowsily to life; bees were droning, butterflies were fluttering about, and somewhere in the distance I could hear the hum of farm machinery. I groped in the pocket of my jeans for the folded piece of paper. It was starting to show some wear, testimony to the nervous habit that I had developed since downloading and printing its contents. Just one more look, I told myself as I carefully smoothed its crumpled creases on the hood of my car. Just one more look, just to make sure I do this right.

The font was bold and capitalized, its message direct:

THIS MEETING SHOULD BE REGARDED AS AN INTERVIEW. IT IS INTENDED TO ASSESS YOUR SUITABILITY AS MY SEXUAL SERVANT. FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS BELOW CAREFULLY AND WITHOUT DEVIATION. IF I FIND THAT YOU ARE CAPABLE OF OBEYING INSTRUCTIONS THEN I WILL PROCEED WITH MY EXAMINATION..IF NOT THEN YOU WILL BE DISMISSED AND WILL NOT WASTE MY TIME ANY FURTHER.

YOU WILL PRESENT YOURSELF AT NOON ON THE 14TH OF THIS MONTH AT THE ADDRESS PRINTED BELOW.

PARK YOUR VEHICLE JUST INSIDE THE GATE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE MEADOW.

REMOVE YOUR CLOTHING AND LEAVE IT AT YOUR CAR.

PROCEED ON FOOT ALONG THE DRIVE UNTIL YOU COME TO THE FIRST FARM TRACK, TURN RIGHT AND CONTINUE OVER THE HILL UNTIL YOU COME TO THE DAIRY.

ENTER THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR AND WAIT FOR ME IN THE FIRST ROOM ON THE LEFT. YOU WILL FIND A BLINDFOLD THERE; TIE IT SECURELY OVER YOUR EYES.

I EXPECT TO FIND YOU KNEELING, BLINDFOLDED, AND WITH YOUR HANDS CLASPED BEHIND YOUR HEAD.

YOU WILL NOT SPEAK AND YOU WILL SUBMIT WITHOUT HESITATION.

I left my clothes folded on the hood of my car. The soft breeze made my skin prickle as I nervously climbed the drive and turned down the narrow farm track. Far off in the distance I could see the drive veer gently toward a large stand of ancient trees. Just barely visible behind the foliage was the corner of what appeared to be an imposing manor house. I continued over the hill and saw below me a sturdy looking building on the left side of the track made of whitewashed stone and attached to a sizable cattle shed. Although there was no evidence of cattle, both structures looked well maintained. My pulse was hammering now, an arrhythmic counter tempo to the drowsy hum of my surroundings. I was really going to do this. After those countless hours spent haunting the strange netherworld of cyberspace, hours spent exploring the half-formed fantasies that kept me awake at night, the reality was more bizarre than I had ever expected. My feverish dreams were of dark, subterranean places… not sunlit meadows. The thought made me smile and the smile gave me courage, so I went down.

The place was old and quiet, it obviously hadn’t been used as a dairy for many years. It had a waiting feel that made me shiver with suspense. The heavy plank door was open and my bare feet whispered on the worn flagstones as I stepped through. Ahead of me stretched a hall, flanked on either side by the wooden slats of deserted milking stalls. To my immediate left was a low, open doorway framed in timber. The room beyond had a sunken stone floor which made an abrupt step down from the hall. There was a small casement window in the stone wall opposite the door and to the right the wall was composed of a dozen rough wooden fencing boards spaced with sizable gaps between them which provided glimpses into the adjacent stall. The only furniture was a wooden bench in the center of the room and on it lay a strip of raw black silk. I knelt down in front of the bench and tied the blindfold over my eyes as tightly as possible. A sliver of the floor remained visible no matter how I tugged and pulled at the cloth. After fighting with bağcılar escort it for several minutes, I finally gave up; clasped my hands behind my head, closed my eyes, and waited.

Except for the rasp of my breath and the thud of my heart, the dairy was quiet. Each passing moment increased the suspense until I could no longer keep from shivering. The shivers turned to shakes and the shakes to great, racking shudders as the adrenaline pumped through me. I tried to control my breathing… struggled to show some composure as I knelt there on the hard stone. I was so caught up with my inner conflict that I missed the footsteps until they were quite close. The soft slap of cloth-soled sandals approached from the open door and circled me slowly. I desperately willed the surge of adrenaline to subside. The footsteps came to a stop in front of me and I heard a low laugh. I couldn’t resist the temptation to open my eyes and peek down at the floor through the slivers of light at the bottom of the blindfold. The toes of two small, well-manicured feet were just visible.

“Very good. You are capable of following instructions.” Her low, clear voice startled me. “Now let’s see if you are suitable material. Stand up!” It took a moment to struggle up from the floor. She was moving again, circling. A soft hand touched my chest and spiraled languidly around my body. I was suddenly aware that I was throbbingly erect. Her nails scratched lightly over me as she continued her tactile exploration of my body. “Turn around!” As I obeyed I was shocked to realize that there was another person in the room moving quietly behind me.

“Walk forward!”

I took a few tentative steps to my front, the wooden partition between this room and the neighboring milking stall was somewhere ahead of me.

“Stop! Patrick, put his chin up on that wooden cleat.” I felt a large hand close over my lower jaw and pull up as a sharp, upward slap on my butt made me jump. “Up on your toes!”

I was on my tiptoes, straining to balance as my chin was placed on a ledge protruding from the wooden slats.

“Place your hands on the wall.” It was a relief to unclasp them and spread them out. ” Keep your chin on that cleat until I tell you otherwise.”

She was very close behind me now, the tips of her breasts brushed across my back leaving a trail of heat despite the fabric between us. Both hands reached around to run up and down my chest and abdomen. She pushed her hips forward, pressing her mound into my buttocks until my erection was rasping against the rough wood.

“Stay there!” I froze as she stepped back.

There was a light smack on my ass, followed by a series of heavier ones. As the spanking rocked me forward, my swollen flesh rubbed against the wall. The feeling was an agonizing combination of stimulation and discomfort. Soon my knotted calves were burning with the strain of standing on my toes while absorbing the shock of the punishment. I began to swing my hips back toward her in an attempt to anticipate each blow and put a little space between myself and the wall. She laughed, amused at my lewd, involuntary dance. The surge of humiliation as I realized not only what she was laughing at but also that the spectacle was being witnessed by some strange man only made me harder. I tried to stop moving my hips and was successful for several strokes until the discomfort was so great that my embarrassment didn’t seem to matter any more. When she finally stopped my ass was on fire and my legs were shaking with the strain of my position. She ran her soft hands around my quivering hips and stroked my hard, slippery cock. It was leaking copiously, over-stimulated by the battering it had received. She was squeezing me gently as she pressed herself rhythmically against bahçelievler escort my buttocks again, encouraging me to fuck her hands. Even though my leg muscles shrieked in protest I couldn’t resist that warm flesh. My body pumped at her automatically, all rational thought gone. Soon she let go of me, laughing as I desperately thrust at empty space.

I felt her body move away.

“Down,…and turn around. Patrick, place him against the wall, please, and secure him”

It was such a relief to be off my toes and have my chin off of the cleat that I momentarily forgot my disappointment. I staggered around to face the center of the room. Strong hands forcibly shoved me back against the wall; heavier footsteps retreated out of the room and into the hall. The door of the milking stall at my back creaked open and I heard clicking noises as something was rummaged about.

“Arms up! Hold them straight out to the sides, like this.” She was back again, lifting my arms out to my sides. The tips of her now-naked breasts whispered over my chest. I fought the urge to groan out loud with frustration. Something was being passed through the gaps between the slats which separated the two rooms. Abruptly, one of my wrists was cinched tight by something strong and springy; moments later the second wrist was, too. In less than two minutes I was bound securely at the wrists and ankles to the wooden partition wall.

There was a tug at the blindfold and I was blinking away the sudden light.

She stepped back…let me look at her for a moment.

“Eyes down!”

I stared at the floor, trying to burn the image of what I had seen into my memory: A dark haired woman slightly taller than I, dark eyes, no visible make-up on an attractive, confident face, well-kept body with generous curves, athletic legs of average proportion. Her age was difficult to guess. She could have been younger than I but the composure in her eyes bespoke experience.

Suddenly I felt embarrassed. Behind the blindfold there had been a comforting detachment…a sense of unreality which gave the whole encounter a dreamlike quality. Feeling awkward and foolish in front of this beautiful woman, I stared down at my erection, willing it to go away.

She was amused by my obvious discomfort. She stepped close again and ran her hands over my body. Her breasts pressed hard against me and I forgot my embarrassment as I felt myself rubbing her softest place. Although she kept a small triangle of hair above her sex, she was bare and smooth below. My hips began to move again, drawn irresistibly to her heat. She teased, allowing me to slide along her wet folds and then moving lightly away before beginning again. This continued until I found myself on the verge of orgasm.

She stopped and stepped away.

“Eyes up! I want you to watch this carefully…Patrick! Come Here!”

A tall figure entered and began to calmly disrobe. He had dark, medium length hair and blue eyes which stood out in contrast to his angular, deeply tanned face. His lean, muscular body was dark-skinned without an extra ounce of fat on it. The large, thick cock dangling between his legs looked to be the same size soft as my straining erection.

“Patrick is my servant. He attends my needs and assists me with my playthings. As my toy, you will obey him in all things as you would me.”

She turned and bent over, taking him in her mouth as she brushed maddeningly against me with her buttocks.

He stood impassively, expressionless as she worked on his growing erection. Finally she stepped away, drawing Patrick with her by the hand to the bench in the center of the room. She lay down on it and spread her legs to either side as he straddled the bench. Crouching down, he gathered her şirinevler escort legs in his arms and placed her calves gently on his shoulders. She took him in her hands, softly rubbing the the massive head of his cock against her mound as she turned her head and looked into my eyes.

“Watch.”

As she spoke Patrick slid forward, slowly burying himself inside her. Her eyes were wide, still focussed on mine and her mouth made a silent O. Her wet lips clung to him as he slowly withdrew and then plunged inside again. She began to moan softly. He was picking up speed, thrusting into her with a corkscrewing motion as she bucked her hips to meet him. I stared, transfixed at the erotic spectacle. I was vaguely aware of a burning pain in the ligaments of my arms and shoulders as I fought against the restraints that bound me to the wood. I had little chance of freeing myself and even less of an idea what I would have done had I been successful.

The wooden bench was scraping rhythmically against the floor. Her hands floated across his hips and buttocks, smoothly regulating the tempo of her pleasure as he worked tirelessly. Her eyes, never leaving mine, grew wider still and she convulsed as she reached her peak. She shivered and stretched like a cat beneath Patrick, who was still pumping away mechanically.

“Patrick, stop.”

He stopped immediately and withdrew, rock hard and glistening with her juices. If he was chagrined by her disregard for his pleasure he gave no sign. Instead, he stood to the side and offered her his hand as she slowly got to her feet.

“Let him down, please. I want him on his knees.”

She looked directly at me.

“Eyes down! Your lesson is over.”

I dropped my eyes to the floor again. Patrick was rustling about in the stall behind me.

I could smell the musk of her as she approached. Her hands were teasing over my body again, making me shake uncontrollably with the power of my pent up emotions.

“You take instructions well and you appear eager to serve. Your body is lean and fit, you will keep it that way. A little lacking, perhaps, in the cock department”, I shuddered as her nails scraped gently across my straining flesh, “but I have Patrick for that. You will amuse me in other ways.”

Suddenly my left arm was free and then my right.

“You will not come unless I allow it. You will not have sex unless I allow it.”

My legs were free. I knelt.

Her fingers were running almost tenderly through my hair. She tilted my head back and guided my mouth to her sex. Automatically, I began to lick her swollen lips. Her hands gently steered me to her most sensitive spot.

“You will learn to please me with your lips, tongue, and fingers until it becomes second nature. I will use you the way a woman might use a vibrator. Your only purpose will be to give me pleasure. I am your goddess and this is my altar.” She ground herself against my face for emphasis.

“You will leave here and go home. I will you instructions regarding how and when you are allowed to touch yourself via email…until then you WILL NOT touch yourself for any reason. You will never speak in my presence, if you do I shall dismiss you instantly; your silence is the token of submission that I demand and I prize it highly. There will be times when you find it impossible not to make some sort of noise and that will be acceptable as long as you do not speak. You will use email to ask any questions that you have. You will learn to express yourself to me with actions, not words, that will amuse me.”

She stepped away.

“Stand up, turn around, and bend over.”

I complied, uncertain of what she intended. Suddenly there was the solvent smell of a permanent marker and then she was writing something on my backside.

“This is the email address at which you will contact me “, She scribbled something on my left buttock.”…and this is the web mail account and password that I have set up for you to contact me with…you will use it for nothing else except our correspondence.” She wrote something on the right. “This interview is concluded, go home.”

With that she turned on her heel and left.

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Where Chelsea is introduced into a totally new social setting as a debutante, with bruising results

Chelsea was overwhelmed as Onna took her to her room. She could still taste Sir Douglas’s semen mixed with Onna’s essences over her lips and tongue in an oily film that filled her palate with the taste and aroma of pure and unadulterated lust.

Her head was spinning and her knees were weak as she was walked down the corridor to her room. Onna lay her on her bed and left for a few minutes as she sought some iced lemon water with sugar to use as a restorative for Chelsea’s giddy state.

Chelsea lay there with her hand between her legs while her other languorously stroked her breast, wondering what it would be like to have that incredible cock deep within her. It was a strange feeling for her as Chelsea had very rarely been denied anything in her life, let alone a pulsing erect cock. In fact in her experience, as with most women, she had known that once a man’s cock was hard and in hand as it were, that this was a time when men were at their most pliable. As the old wives saying went, if you want something from a man, ask him before he has his orgasm, if you want something of a woman, ask her afterwards!

It was very strange feeling to have something that you wanted and knew would be an absolutely delicious experience flaunted in such an unconventional way in front of you, even to the point where you could literally taste it and then have it taken away from you. It was totally outside Chelsea’s experience. She found it terribly exciting and knowing that she couldn’t have Sir Douglas’s cock for her very own until he said so just drove her totally wild. She had never met a man who was so in control of his own passion, yet who at the same time was able to release his passion in such a cataclysmic way. Chelsea just didn’t know what to think. All she could do was reflect on the taste of his come as she took her hand off her breast and sucked on her thumb in an unconscious mirror of what her mind was thinking of.

Onna returned with her lemon flavoured water, which with its sugar was enough to rouse Chelsea from her erotic languor.

“I’m sorry for spying” Chelsea said to Onna, “I didn’t mean to watch you and Sir Douglas like that, it just happened”.

Onna laughed and told Chelsea “It doesn’t matter, you will find that there is not much that ‘just happens’ around Sir Douglas” she said. “Anyway, when it comes to matters of the body and of the mind, there is not much that is forbidden within these walls. It is only in matters of the heart that you will need to exercise great caution. Many have lost their heart to Sir Douglas and for most, it is a connection that is not encouraged or desired”.

Chelsea asked “Is Sir Douglas married”?

“Once many years ago he was” replied Onna. “She died from a wasting disease very early on in their marriage in a plague that took both her and their child in India. It had been their first trip away from England and they had many hopes and understood the risks, but they had faith that their Christian god would watch over them”.

Chelsea wondered what it must have been like to lose your partner and child both at the same time. “How did he survive?” she asked..

Onna thought for a moment and said in her lilting oriental voice “It’s been my experience with the man that there is a natural energy, a very powerful essence filling him and impressing itself on the world around him. Some would consider him to be a very dangerous man but I have found him to be a very puzzling one”. Onna stopped for a moment with a quizzical look on her face while her hand stroked the spot on her stomach just below her breasts where Sir Douglas had cut her with his knife that day on the way to England. “It is enough for you to know that he is your master while you are here and that you are to obey him in all things. While he was amused to find you watching our coupling through the keyhole, this time you will not be punished but in the future he and I will not be lenient.”. Leaning forward, Onna kissed Chelsea full on the lips, probing her mouth with her soft vibrant tongue in a kiss that sparked the flame of passion deep within Chelsea’s belly. “Come with me now” Onna said, “We must educate you as to your part in this evenings festivities”.

They walked arm in arm through the house towards the dressing rooms. This was where Chelsea met Clarisse, another French woman that she had seen from a distance earlier that day. Onna told Clarisse that Chelsea would need a cloak, some hosiery and corsetry as well as other dresses and the like. Clarisse took many measurements, of her height, width, her bust and waistline as well as some very specific measurements of various parts of her body that she had never had measured before, such as sections of the small of her back and also across her face and head.

Onna said “Clarisse is one of the best dressmakers in London and we have a very extensive wardrobe here that will have your size in almost everything. We prefer an oriental style of dress once fındıkzade escort within the house but as we are in London, Sir Douglas will not have us promenading in anything other than the most current style”. When Onna was speaking, Clarisse had run off into the depths of the dressing room area where cavernous wardrobes and cabinets waited.

Clarisse returned with a variety of clothes, cut in different styles and all made of the finest materials. Chelsea tried them on but was horrified when one of the items came to pieces in her hands. “Please mademoiselle” Clarisse said in with a lovely French accent. “This item was designed to come to pieces like this, so please do not worry yourself about any of this.”

“What do you mean, come to pieces like this?” asked Chelsea.

“Well sometimes, the gentleman likes to feel strong, so we weaken the seams so that he can rip of the bodice and skirt with the bare hands, although if he is older, well you will need to let me know in advance…” said Clarisse.

“Thank you Clarisse” said Onna, interrupting Clarisse’s vivid description. “Please ensure that the clothes are delivered to the third guest room and that the other items are produced as requested”.

“Yes Madame” said Clarisse as she bobbed in a half bow.

Onna took Chelsea back towards the front of the house and again, took her through the hidden entrance to the basement dungeon. Chelsea stopped at the top of the stairs and asked “why are we going down here?” with a tone of fear in her voice. Onna looked at her for a moment, then slapped her across the face with her open palm. The blow was enough to rock Chelsea back on her heels and left a vivid red mark of her cheek. “There are times for questions and this is not one of them” Onna said and grabbing Chelsea’s arm in a firm grip, she pulled her down after her as they descended the stairs.

Onna took Chelsea to one section of the basement dungeon where several apparatus where arranged, each in its own special section. The one which Onna directed her attention to was one which was was made of wood and was on a raised section of the floor. It looked like a wooden box, in a roughly rectangular shape, with two sections of wood extending towards her feet. Overall, it looked like an upside down letter Y, with leather straps at the top and bottom of the contraption.

Onna directed Chelsea towards the box, and laying down across it, Chelsea realised that it was shaped for the human body, so that her torso was supported with her legs matching the spreading wooden beams. Onna explained to Chelsea that this was a display box or as it was sometimes called, a “mounting block”. It spread the slaves legs wide open and allowed the slave to be strapped firmly to the box. Onna also showed her how sections of the box could be removed to allow parts of the body (a penis or breasts Chelsea thought) to dangle through into the interior of the wooden cabinet and side panels would allow an area where people on either side of the box could reach through and manipulate them.

“You will be displayed at the party on a box very similar to this” Onna said. “You will be naked and those attending the party will be able to do whatever they like to you, within limits”.

Chelsea swallowed and with a suddenly dry mouth asked “what kind of limits will these be?”

Onna smiled and said “part of your training under Sir Douglas is to find out where these limits are’ so you will find out tonight as I will be responsible for ensuring that those attending tonight’s festivities are only allowed to act within the boundaries that he has set for you”.

Chelsea got up off the box with her head spinning. “How many people will be at tonight’s event?” she asked.

“Several hundred I believe” said Onna. “The cream of decadent London will be there this evening and as part of your initiation, you will not be masked, it is part of the rules for these events that if it is your first attendance, then you must not be masked or disguised. Everyone there has done this or something very similar and has earned the right to disguise their identity”.

“So I am to be displayed tonight like a cut of meat at the butcher shop?” asked Chelsea?

“It is either this or the stocks, which are nowhere near as comfortable as this device” said Onna. “I have been displayed in this way and it was quite a notable experience”. Clearly remembering the event with some pleasure, she said “I think that you will be quite surprised at how you will feel and what will happen to you, but you will be physically safe, I will personally see to that”.

Chelsea was not sure what she could say at that point. She had been on the receiving end of Onna’s unique oriental methods of restraint and pain and knew that while physically smaller than most western women, that Onna had a core of steel that many would underestimate. This still did not make her feel good about this evening’s event but from the response she had gotten from Onna she did not believe that she would aksaray escort have much say as to what would happen. It was better than being put into the stocks though, Chelsea thought. She had seen in one of her books a print of a man in the stocks in a village square and it looked like it was painful and even more embarrassing, as one of the main elements of being in stocks was that the public would throw things at you, such as stones or rotten vegetables.

Desperately trying to reconcile her concerns over what would happen with the fact that she no longer had control over what was going to happen to her, she followed Onna out of the basement dungeon and back into the house. Onna took her back to the kitchen and told her to have a big lunch, as they would not have dinner until well into the night as there were some things that were best done without an overfull stomach.

Helene the cook welcomed Chelsea into her kitchen with a big smile. She was baking some delicious tartlets with a raspberry centre. She make Chelsea a small but hearty lunch, with a hot vegetable soup and some deliciously crusted bread and butter that went excellently with the soup. She also gave her several cups of green tea, an oriental drink that was served cold which she found very refreshing.

“How long have you worked for Sir Douglas?” Chelsea asked Helene, who had returned to her baking while Chelsea ate her lunch.

“I have worked for Sir Douglas for about ten years now” said Helene. “He employed me when he was travelling through Paris. I was working as a patisserie in a hotel and he sampled some of these very same tartlets that I am making now. He made me an offer of employment that was very generous and I travelled with him to England. He had me spreadeagled in his cabin before our ship had even left Calais” Helene said with a lusty laugh and a conspiratorial smile. “As you would have seen, he is quite the man!” Chelsea felt a brief flash of envy, here was a woman who had offered temptation and delight to Sir Douglas and had been sampled by him in return. From the smile on Helene’s face it was clearly an experience that was very memorable and Chelsea vowed to herself that one day she would have Sir Douglas at her mercy, with his hard cock in her hands and his balls in the other!

Helene laughed at the look on Chelsea’s face. “You must understand that you are not the first pretty thing that has been sent to Sir Douglas for his special type of lessons. He is a very forgiving and indeed gentle person but you must follow his rules for while he will not be angry, he will teach you lessons that must never be forgotten! I cannot tell you how often I have had women here, crying and unable to sit down because they were stupide, do you understand?”

Chelsea who remembered the thrashing she had received from Sir Douglas’s belt blushed and said “Yes Helene, I understand what happens if you do not do what you are told”. Her bottom while significantly better since applying Onna’s ointment was still reasonably tender and she shifted slightly on the kitchen chair that she sat on.

“What other advice would you give me Helene?” Chelsea asked.

“The world out there with its morals and hypocrisy does not constrain men such as Sir Douglas” Helene said. “He is an extraordinary person which is why I still work with him! There are also certain advantages from working as part of his staff” Helene said with a wink, “I have never had such an exciting life before meeting this man and he is very considerate for all of his people”.

“What I would say Chelsea, is that you are on an adventure of the type that hardly any women here in London will ever experience. You must work through the challenges and hardships that will be set in front of you and learn. You must learn from Onna, I have never met her like before and there are things that I have learned from Onna, the customs and tricks from the Orient, well how would I say, made my lover Philippe stand to attention like he never has before!”

Helene looked at Chelsea with a degree of seriousness that was not in keeping with her usual buoyant personality, “There will be people there tonight Chelsea, that will be trying to embarrass Sir Douglas through you while you are on display, so you must think of him and ensure that you do nothing to allow them the slightest advantage. He is your Master and you must be a worthy example of his art tonight or your experiences here will be drawn to an early close”.

Chelsea thought about this long and hard while she completed eating what had been for her quite a large lunch, but with her sore bottom and aching thigh and abdominal muscles she really wanted to make sure that she would be allright for the evenings activities. It was clear to her that while she had entered into this situation of her own free will and felt sure that if she asked that Sir Douglas would send her back to her pathetic husband and his follies, that if she did she would be missing out on this hidden world of decadence and lust that eyüp escort she felt strangely comfortable within.

She had so many thoughts running through her head as she sat there in the kitchen and thought while Helene busied herself with her baking. Who would be there at this party tonight, would she recognise anyone behind their masks and costumes and would anyone recognise her while she was on the mounting block? What would happen to her while she was displayed in her nakedness and what would it be like to have the hands of strangers on her body? She felt strangely energised by the thought, but could only imagine what was to come.

While she had many sexual fantasies, they had always been rather vague, almost as if they had been viewed through a lace curtain. When she had learned about the sexual act and had moved on to her first few lovers, the act itself had consumed her. Eventually though, she had found that the people she had slept with had become rather boorish. She had become quite tired of being on her back with her heels in the air and while she had heard gossip implying that many other sexual acts were possible, she had found a lot of difficulty finding someone to explain the mechanics of these positions to her.

She had spied the scullery maids talking to one another on her estate and had heard that there was a man who was from Europe who had made lover to one of them with his mouth and tongue, which had caused much amazement amongst the maids! When the one who had experienced this amorous deed had confided with her friends about the experience, from her description it had sounded absolutely delicious. Until she had been ruthlessly subjugated by Onna and felt her lips and tongue within the boiling furnace of her own womanhood, she had never previously experienced that level of pleasure in her life!. She was not going to leave if there was more of this type of experience in her future! While her sore bottom was a reminder that it was not going to be a smooth ride, Chelsea thought, she had never let some stiffness from being too long in the saddle stop her from riding!”

Taking her plates from in front of her, Helene said “You’d better go back to your room for an afternoon nap, as tonight is going to be a big night for everyone and you will not be back here until very late tomorrow morning. You will want to be well rested as it is going to be quite the evening for you girl!”

Chelsea left the kitchen and walked through the house on her way back to her room. As she walked, she wondered how she would hold up for the evenings entertainment and whether she would be able to acquit herself of experience in an honourable and ladylike fashion while being spreadeagled like a harlot. The inherent paradox in her thought got her giggling, as the idea of being ladylike in such a situation was quite ridiculous. Chelsea looked forward to expressing her wild, natural self that had been stifled all those years while attending boarding school. It had the possibility of being something quite extraordinary.

With that thought Chelsea went to her room and after washing her face and noticing that her room had been tidied while she was out, she curled up on top of the bed and drifted off into a relaxing slumber, in the same natural way that a housecat would after having a bowl of milk.

Chelsea was woken with a knock on her door and Onna entered her room with the clothes that she would be wearing to the party that evening. The clothing was quite severe, without any of the frills or colours that Chelsea was used to, but the cut of the dress was quite exotic. The dress was made from crushed velvet and was almost monastic with its look, except with the intricate stitching and piping along the front of the dress.

Onna helped her dress, showing her how the specially modified clothing would be worn and more specifically, showed her how some of the special elements of the design would work. Chelsea was shocked when she saw how the garment worked, but she knew that this was part of her introduction to the people tonight who would in more ways than one, viewing and judging her as a new person entering into their closed and closely guarded world. This was another test for her and she could see that this would be a particularly difficult one for her.

Chelsea had always been something of an extrovert, always happy to shock and cause scandal at a social function, but always within broad limits. She had never done anything that was quite, well, this humiliating. She would quite literally be exposed for everyone to see. How would she feel when it was time to get aboard the mounting block? Would she be able to take off her clothes in front of people that she had never met in a group and what would happen if she didn’t.

Chelsea had learned that what she was going through was quite an extraordinary opportunity and in some kind of a twisted way, a privilege. She had never met someone like Onna before and the intensity of her experience over the last two days had in a way forged a strange bond between them. As for Sir Douglas, she couldn’t even think of him without her pulse starting to race. Compared to the opulence and in some ways the sheer drabness of the personalities that she had been forced to mingle with, these were the people that she wanted to be near, the people that she wanted to learn from and above all, the people that she wanted to impress.

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Time sure goes fast when you’re having fun. Hell, a year had passed and I was still doing the Landlady. Not on a daily basis but enough to keep me satisfied that’s for sure. Saturday’s I would wake up with my dick being sucked thoroughly, followed by a long slow fuck. Ellen seemed to love having me for breakfast and I loved feeding her too.

I usually did some work around the grounds as the day moved on but this was a special day. This was “anniversary” so to speak of the first day we met. Ellen had become a good little sub and all I had to do was nod or hint that I wanted something, anything.

If I wanted a blow job in the yard all I’d do is nod and motion for Ellen to come to her knees, if I wanted to eat in just a hint and I’d have a feast prepared for me, if I wanted one of her girlfriends, Ellen would seduce her and then turn her over to me. Life was GOOD.

Actually this all didn’t happen in the blink of an eye. It took a while to properly get her in the right frame of mind. It all started with an acquaintance of hers named Liz. A VERY nice looking lady with some of the finest enhanced tits I have ever seen. A great time was had by all in the backyard. Liz enjoyed it, Ellen enjoyed it and I LOVED it.

We fucked all afternoon and I do believe I held my own. The following day, Liz called and asked to come over. I told Ellen to ok it and let her know that if she walked out of the car with one stitch of clothing on her she would be punished. Liz obviously thought we were kidding.

As she pulled into the drive way, I saw her get out of the car and start to walk around the house to the back. I stepped out from my room above the garage and asked her to come up. She was dressed in a light weight summer dress and heels. As she walked up the stairs to the apartment I watched her full body swing and sway, her tits showing they were not hindered by a bra and just the right bounce to her ass.

Holding my hand out to her, I firmly gripped her and asked her why she was not dressed as required. Laughing she just said she was sure I meant in the house not in her car coming through the city. I just shook my head.

No, I meant when you stepped out of the car, you could have undressed in the car before leaving it but you had to push a little. With that, I pulled her into my living room as it was and wrapping both arms around her waist, holding her tightly, I slipped the zipper of her dress down until I just stepped back and the dress just fell to the floor at her feet.

Helping her step out of the dress I once again made the point that when she was here she would do as she was instructed at all times, even if I was not available. I reached into my back pocket and before she could say anything, I had her handcuffed in front of her then I raised her hands above her head until she was just 6 inches from the low ceiling. I told her to face me and not move. I lifted her the six inches and the cuffs slid over the hook I had installed in the ceiling. As I lowered her she looked up and then all of her weight was on her wrists that were attached to the ceiling. I’m sure she was in a little pain so I moved a small box under her. She just had enough room to taksim escort step on the box but remained on her toes to ease the pressure of the cuffs around her wrists.

All the time this was going on, Ellen was in my bedroom. I called to her and she came out, dressed in a garter belt and stockings and nothing else. She was also holding a small sponge ball, and a dildo that had to be 14 inches long with twin heads. Handing me the ball, I told Liz to open her mouth, she did so slowly but as soon as she did I placed the ball there, not deep, but enough for her to bite on. I then took the long dildo and lubricating it with some KY, I slid one end into her bottom. When I felt resistance I slowly rotated and continued to push until she had taken another three inches into her. I then doubled it up and slid the remainder into her pussy. She was so wet I didn’t need to lubricate it.

I then walked in front of her and looking into her eyes, I told her that the only way to get released was to accept her “punishment.” I also said if she wanted the punishment to stop, all she had to do was ask. The only way to ask was to spit out the ball and ask to be released. She nodded, knowing that this would not have been necessary if she had followed instructions. I then stepped into the room and removed my clothes.

I told Ellen to massaging the ointment into Liz’s ass for the beginning of her fun. Ellen got a wicked look in her eye as she nodded. She then went to the sideboard and took another tube of ointment. She squeezed a liberal amount onto her hands and then slowly massaged it into Liz’s ass. When she was done there she took a little more and started to massage her breasts. Liz was starting to squirm as the heat from the ointment began to get to her ass. Her eyes got wide as saucers as she realized the same ointment had been applied to her breasts with a large amount going to her sensitive nipples. I do like that Atomic Balm.

I then took a stance behind her and without warning, laid into her ass with one of my flails. I could hear her groan and almost cry out through the ball gag. This one was a cat ‘o nine tails without the knots in the end but it was stiffer than several others and left a very distinct pattern on her ass. Taking another stroke I watched as her ass cheeks jiggled and the stripes that I was applying began to turn darker red. With each stroke of the cat, Ellen would count them out. I moved to the other side of Liz and continued my strokes of her ass. Five on one side, five on the other.

Once her ass was as red as I wanted it, I began to move down her legs, first one side then the other and then I moved to her side so the flail would wrap around each thigh as I swung. She was crying I could tell with the tears in her eyes, but she refused to spit out the ball. Her thighs looked like she was wearing red thigh hi stockings when I stopped. I then moved to her front and noticing her nipples were fully extended as a result of the ointment. I stepped back even farther and taking a test swing I saw Liz’s eye grow wide then clench shut with resignation.

After the practice swing, I stepped up a little topkapı escort closer and took another swing, the stinging strands of the “cat” whistled through the air and made instant contact with her extended nipples. I saw them bounce then grow even longer. Before I could take another swing though the rubber ball came flying out of Liz’s mouth.

“PLEASE SIR,” she cried out as the ball hit the floor. Dropping the flail I stepped up to her, I lifted her off of the hook in the ceiling and carried her to the bed room. I removed the dildo from her ass and pussy. I told Ellen to wash her with warm water and to oil her with a special moisturizing lotion all over her body. When she was through she was to bring her to me in the Living room of Ellen’s house. Neither she nor Liz were to dress for the journey across the property.

I waited in the living room for almost an hour sipping a cold beer when I heard the door open and saw the two of them come into the house. Both were totally naked, Liz with her full figure and red thighs was a thing to behold. Ellen on the other hand was simply spectacular with her ivory skin and absolutely no tan lines.

I had positioned two pillows on the floor and Ellen pulled Liz down to hers as she knelt on the one she had chosen. I watched as the two of them almost moved in unison. Placing my hand on Ellen’s head I asked if she had done everything.

“Yes, Sir” she replied.

I looked at Liz’s features and leaned over to slowly kiss her lips. Both women had been looking at my feet for the entire time and when my lips met Liz’s her eyes opened and she looked into mine. She saw only love and concern for her. I told her that from now on if I wanted her to be dressed a certain way for me she would do it or we would have no relationship at all. She wanted to prove how tough she was with the flail and almost succeeded. The attention to her nipples was her undoing.

I gently massaged her breasts and then lifted her to her feet. I lowered her again on the couch and nodding to Ellen, I sat back and watched as my newly trained sub began to work on perhaps our newest acquisition. First her eyes were kissed, gently and slowly, I watched as Ellen’s tongue went to Liz’s face around her eyes, and nose, to her lips then back to her ears and neck. Working her way down Liz’s body, I would point once in a while to a place she may have missed in her ministrations. I watch with joy as she spent a large amount of time on Liz’s breasts. Kissing and nibbling, sucking and licking her as her nipples got larger and longer.

I stood and turn Liz over on her stomach and Ellen continued with her ritual tongue bath, never missing a spot and working her way down to Liz’s ass cheeks and then into the cleft of her buttocks. Burrowing into her ass with her talented tongue. Then on to her thighs and down her feet. Lifting each one and taking a toe in her mouth one at a time. When she was done with this, I again turn Liz over and Ellen continued up her legs and at last arriving at her pussy. It was totally shaved and Ellen went wild. Sucking and drinking her juices as Liz arched her back to get more of Ellen’s beyoglu escort tongue into her. She had at least two orgasms while Ellen tried to suck her clit off of her.

Lifting Liz, I moved her so her bottom half was draped over the arm of the couch and stepping up between her wide open legs I slowly insinuated myself into her boiling pussy. She was so wet with the combination of saliva and pussy juice, I slid easily into her to the hilt. Resting there I let my dick soak in her haven. Then as I felt her pussy start to contract around me, I started the age old motion of fucking into her fully and then withdrawing until I was almost completely out then into her over heated cavern again. I must have been doing this for 15 minutes before she started to cum again. I could feel my own need begin to rise and started fucking her harder. As I felt the jizm start to flood out of me in spurts, I slammed into her again and held still while I filled her womb. She apparently had one final orgasm as she arched her hips up to meet my thrusting and wrapped her legs around my back to hold me in her.

As I withdrew from Liz, Ellen was right there to clean me off slowly pulling my dick into her mouth until she had everything she could handle. I felt her tongue swirl around the shaft of my dick as it rested in her mouth. I started to get hard again and felt her sucking me even harder as she continued her cleaning duties. I pulled away and nodded to Liz, who it seemed had passed out. As soon as Ellen’s tongue touched her moist pussy lips though she was wide awake.

I went back to my chair and watched as Ellen continued to clean Liz and then as she was completing her duties she sank back onto her knees and knee walked back to her cushion where she laid her head on my thigh, slowly licking my dick as if it had spots of milk on it and she wanted to get each one individually.

Liz rolled off of the couch and crawled over to her cushion on the floor. As she seated herself on her folded knees she too laid her head on my thigh. Sighing, “That was the most intense time I had ever had.”

I then let her know that I was like that. I am very demanding and while Ellen has accepted it and was doing quite well with the situation, would she be willing to be a part of it too? Ellen of course would be the one that would have precedence but there was always room for more. As she was thinking about this I was gently stroking her hair and then her shoulders. Shivering as if from a draft, she slowly nodded her head and whispered that she would love to be a part of it all.

I explained to her that while Ellen hadn’t realized it she was the one that was instrumental in getting her over here so she could be included in the fun and games. So in order to be a full partner in the group, she should be responsible for bringing in someone, and I knew just the person I wanted to include.

I also let her know that she was, at all times, be accessible to me when she was on the grounds. By that I meant either without clothes or if we were in a social setting with nothing between me and her pussy, ass and lips except a dress or skirt. In other words no underwear at all except thigh highs or garter belts and stockings.

After agreeing to these restrictions, ( I call them Liberations), I told her that we were thirsty and she could serve us. While we drank our iced tea she could drink either me or Ellen. Smiling up at me she immediately took my stiffening penis into her mouth until her nose was tickled with my pubic hair.

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Mrs. Winters sat behind her desk, typing up a disciplinary report about today’s fight in the cafeteria. Two boys had apparently gotten heated after one insulted the others’ mother, and fists were thrown. As the vice principal at Westmont High School, it was her job to file these reports and dole out discipline, and after seven long years she had gotten quite good at it.

The blonde Mrs. Winters started out as an English teacher at Westmont and excelled, so much so that the district decided to promote her to vice principal when she was 33—which is impressive, considering she had her first child at age 18 and took two years off before college. Mrs. Winters’ appeal to students had always been one of a, “Pull yourself up by the bootstraps” appeal. She’d gone through the thick of it, she’d made all the mistakes these high schoolers will make, and here she is.

Now, at 40, she was humming right along. She married to an engineer, had another kid—oldest now 22, youngest 18—and worked to be the best at everything she could. She was extremely fit for her age and boxed for workouts, another blue collar appeal, and implemented an extremely rigid schedule. Her blonde hair now lay shoulder length, curling towards the ends, a sharp chin and pronounced cheekbones gave her an angular and mean face, only punctuated by her bright blue eyes. The workouts kept her body in a perfect hourglass figure, too. Her ass was round and bouncy, her C-cup tits barely sagged after two children. Her waist was tight and her abs were pronounced.

For a 40 year old, she was hot. And she knew it, the looks on every boy’s face who sat in the chair across from her confirmed it. Even when she was doling out suspensions and expulsions, their eyes continuously drooped down to her chest. When she walked the hall in a skirt, every boy—and some girls—would watch her hips sway.

So it was no surprise that when she interrogated the two boys who fought in the cafeteria today, neither of them were really focused on what she was saying. Oh well, both received two day suspensions. And she wrote as much in her report.

When Mrs. Winters finished the report, she checked the clock—perfect timing. It was 3:30, half an hour after the school day ends. Packing up her stuff into her brief case, she tidied the desk and closed the blinds before pulling out a phone.

It wasn’t her main phone, she didn’t even buy it, but these days it was the one she used the most. Unlocking it she opened up her text messages with the only contact in it: Master.

Underneath a profile picture of a 7-inch cock, there read a stream of messages, the last of which read, “At 3:30, you will be naked, handcuffed and gagged on your knees, facing the door.” Complying with the order, Mrs. Winters neatly folded her clothes and placed them into her work backpack. Then, opening up the locked drawer in her desk, she pulled out the handcuffs and gag from a drawer, sifting through whips, lube, rope, dildos, clamps and much more. Now, kneeled in front of the unlocked door, her pussy dripping and the feeling of the buttplug pushing against her ass, Mrs. Winters waited for her Master to come into the room.

After what felt like an hour, she finally saw the door open and her Master come into view. The 18 year old, Michael, took two steps before slapping the slut. And then again.

“Stand up slut and turn around for inspection,” he said.

Mrs. Winters did as she was bid, not a second thought in her mind. After passing inspection, Michael directed her to bend over, hands on the desk. His cock was out as soon as she was in position and without so much as a warning, it was speared inside her, all 7 inches. Mrs. Winters moaned through her gag as he brutally used her, not a thought in his mind about the 40 year old principal.

After a couple of minutes of the brutal fucking, Michael pulled out and told her to grab the whip from the desk. Obliging, Mrs. Winters handed it to her Master before laying her back on the desk, legs spread in the air, ready to take his cock again. This time, while Michael fucked her, he whipped her pierced tits, leaving red streaks all across her chest. It wasn’t long until he came to orgasm, pulling out to spread his seed all over his territory.

“Don’t clean up and put your clothes back on slut,” Michael commanded.

Nodding, Mrs. Winters moved around, wincing slightly from the burning sensation on her tits, and started putting her skirt and blouse back on. She hadn’t worn panties or a bra to school for five years, since her first Master had taken ownership over her. Still, she left and returned to the house every day with her bra on in an attempt to keep her family in the fatih escort dark about her second life.

Fully dressed, with her white blouse sticking to her chest from the cum, she stood in front of her Master with the gag in her mouth.

“Tonight you’ll meet me at our usual rendezvous point at 8:30, slut.” Michael said, putting his own pants back on. “From there, we’ll go add to your artwork. Today you’re getting a tongue piercing to go along with your nipples and clit. Come fully dressed in your uniform.”

Mrs. Winters nodded, her mind going to how she was going to convince her husband she wanted to get a tongue piercing. The nipples and clit were hidden, and Greg (her husband) loved them anyways—they seemed to increase her sex drive—but a tongue was a whole new problem.

“Great. Walk out of here and drive home with the gag in, I want photo proof. When you get home, you’re allowed to take the plug out to use the restroom. Like always, though, you have to send proof of it with it in your mouth during the whole thing. Understood?”

Mrs. Winters nodded again and Michael left her office. Moving back toward her desk, she logged back onto the computer and continued to do some other work, her mind drifting through the busy work, worried about how she would convince her husband that she wanted tongue piercings.

The nipple piercings were easy, and she’d gotten them a long time ago. Two weeks after she first submitted, actually. Almost five years to the day.

***

Her first Master was John, a high school senior who was a constant visitor in her office all throughout his four years of high school. Mrs. Winters and John knew each other well, and grew a kind of respect for each other over the four years he was in high school, but every time they met would end poorly for John.

John was a smart student, Mrs. Winters knew, he just never applied himself. And his last two years of high school he spent half the day off at the technical school, working with computers. That’s where the trouble started for Mrs. Winters. He bugged her work computer, and her personal one, getting onto their systems and tracking everything she did. At first, there wasn’t much to report.

And then one night, he hit a jackpot. She was emailing another man, with a hidden email, and she was his “slave.” She did almost anything he asked her to, sending him all kinds of lewd and compromising photos. John downloaded all of them.

When he first confronted her it was a rocky situation. Two strong-willed people fought for dominance, but by the end Mrs. Winters was on her knees, sucking John’s dick.

Rapidly, the situation evolved. Until Mrs. Winters’ submissive nature overpowered her will as a vice principal. To mark the occasion, when she finally allowed him to use her ass, John ordered her to get nipple piercings. Two loops, perfect for a chain to go through.

When Mrs. Winters told her husband about them that night, he was overjoyed. He’d secretly always wanted her to have them.

What he didn’t know, though, was that after the nipple piercings she was never quite the same. She didn’t think of herself as a vice principal, a wife or a mother. She though of herself as a slave. To be used as an object only for cocks.

***

As Mrs. Winters finished up her busy work, she smiled remembering getting her nipples pierced. Relinquishing control gave her the most pure sensation, and in the last five years she’s been happier than ever before.

Packing up her stuff, she locked the door to her drawer containing all of her sex toys. Now 5:30, no one was left in the office. It didn’t matter anyways, the secretary already knew about her alter ego and had met a deal with every one of her Masters to use her whenever she wanted. Yesterday, for example, Mrs. Winters ate her out for half an hour while being degraded for the slut she is. Sometimes Mrs. Winters is even sad when her secretary chooses not to use her, but today wasn’t one of those days. She had to get back home.

On the drive back she got plenty of odd looks back at her and her gagged mouth, none of which she responded to. Rolling back into her driveway she knew she’d be alone. Her husband was working late, again. Her oldest son is off at college and the youngest is at basketball practice. Strolling in with the gag still in her mouth, she set her bag down on the counter and went to the bathroom.

Snapping a picture of the dirty buttplug in her mouth and sending it to her Master, she relieved herself. She then made dinner, preparing it for her two boys who would be home any second.

Dinner went off without a hitch, çapa escort Mrs. Winters only having to excuse herself once to send a nude photo to her Master. After doing all the dishes, she broached the topic of a tongue piercing with her husband.

“It’s just something I’ve always wanted. Think about how cute it is and how much fun it could be,” saying the last part with a little wink.

“Yeah, but how does the school feel about it?” Greg answered, concerned for her job.

“To hell with the school, where are they going to get another vice principal as qualified as me?” Mrs. Winters responded, and that was the end of the conversation. Tonight, she was going to get her tongue pierced.

Sitting down and watching TV, she kept a careful eye on the clock, her mind drifting to all the possibilities a tongue piercing will offer. Sure, it’ll make oral more fun, but thanks to her second Master, she was already very skilled in oral.

***

He was a monster, her second Master. His 10 inch cock throttled her day after day, leading to a quick learning curve.

For Mrs. Winters, he was a godsend. As the year before counted down, she was worried her days of servitude were numbered. Then her first Master offered a proposal, which she readily agreed to: He would find another Master, someone to carry on the tradition.

There was nothing Mrs. Winters wanted more than that, and when her second Master came forward with his monster cock, she was hornier than ever. At first, like all Masters, it took him a little while to learn the ropes and how far to push her. But when he learned she had no boundaries, the possibilities turned out to be endless.

One night, when Mrs. Winters had a free house while the rest of her family was on a trip for her son’s basketball team, her second Master came over and used her all night long, starting right in the entrance way, front door still open.

It was a miracle no one saw her naked, sucking an 18 year old’s massive cock as he ordered her around, but she survived for five minutes before he sent her to the bedroom and tied her spread eagle across the bed.

For eight months before then, Mrs. Winters had worn a butt plug every day, slowly getting larger and larger. But when her second Master thrust into her asshole, she still screamed from the pain, he was that big.

Him on top of her, pounding away, Mrs. Winters had her first of many orgasms that night, her mind losing control as she shook up and down her body, moaning loud enough that even if the neighbors hadn’t seen her display, they heard it.

The second Master came for the first time that night after fifteen minutes of fucking her asshole, filling it up with his seed.

As he recovered, he spent the next few minutes whipping his slave’s body, having her count out, “One Master, may I have another… Two Master, may I have another.” By the time he was done with her, her tits were growing welts, a couple drops of blood leaking through.

To clean her off, he directed her toward the shower, telling her to kneel on the tiles. This was his first big leap, and Mrs. Winters’ first experience with the subject of a golden shower. He sprayed his urine across her face, having her drink up however much landed in her mouth.

After her initial repulsion, she grew to like it, leaning into the humiliation and ownership of it, turning her on even more.

That night, she orgasmed five times. He orgasmed twice, peeing on her for three more times.

It was in the fall and the rest of the year she became his urinal, even at school. That was how her secretary had learned of her servitude, walking into an office with her on her knees, swallowing the urine from the 18 year old student standing above her.

Since then, only three of her Masters have had watersports kinks, but each of them have had a unique effect on her.

The first was all about ownership and servitude, her being his completely and totally. The second, watersports. The third, exhibitionism—they fucked in parks, in hallways, at concerts, anywhere. The fourth, anal gaping. By the end of the year, she could fit the wide part of a wine bottle up her ass. The fifth left his markings all over her, which meant it was no surprise he wanted to have her tongue pierced. For Mrs. Winters, it was only time until he tattooed her in some way.

***

Truth be told, Mrs. Winters was proud to be a complete and utter slave. Proud to be passed along like a locker, one high school senior to the next. Proud to have fit a wine bottle up her ass, proud to have fucked on the floor of a Drake concert, surrounded by güngören escort people. Proud to be able to swallow piss, no matter how much. Proud to have lectured two teenage girls on the importance of safe sex while smelling like urine, having been pissed on two hours prior.

She was a slave, and nothing was off limits.

So when the clock struck 8:15, she made her excuses and headed out to the rendezvous point with her Master, a little parking lot outside of a park she’d been fucked in a hundred times before. When she pulled up, she put on her uniform: no clothes, a collar that read “school slave” and a chain that looped through all her piercings, connecting with the collar.

After only a couple minutes, her Master’s car rolled in next to hers and she got out, climbing into his passenger seat.

“Hello slut, I hope you had a nice evening.” Michael said.

“Yes Master,” Mrs. Winters said, her head tilted downward, avoiding eye contact.

“I’ve given it some though, and I’ve decided tonight you will also be getting a tattoo.”

Mrs. Winters’ heart began pounding, she hadn’t talked to her husband about this, but at the same time her pussy was getting more and more wet at the thought of permanently being marked a slave, “Yes Master.” Was all she said.

“Suck my cock on the drive over.”

Following orders, he was full mast by the time they rolled into the tattoo and piercing parlor. Michael got out of the car first, walking over to open the door for his slave. Taking her by the chain, he led her naked into the tattoo parlor.

“Hey Mrs. Winters, long time no see!” Shouted the receptionist as she walked in, all she could do was smile in response.

“How long’s the wait?” Michael asked.

“About 30 minutes until he’s done with the first client,” the receptionist said.

“Then you have 30 minutes to do whatever you want with her,” Michael responded.

Taking Mrs. Winters behind the desk, the receptionist pushed her face down onto his average-sized cock. She didn’t even gag as he face-fucked her for a few minutes, almost blowing his load a couple of times.

“Turn around slave, show me that ass,” the receptionist ordered, and Mrs. Winters obliged as he slid into her warm cunt, admiring the bejeweled butt plug.

He slowly fucked her for the next twenty five minutes, timing it nearly perfectly to cum into her as the previous client walked out of the room, admiring his new forearm tattoo. Hidden from sight, the client looked around, wondering where the moans were coming as Mrs. Winters felt the hot seed explode into her.

Turning around, she cleaned off his cock while the client paid and left.

Getting up, her hair a mess, she moved back to the waiting area as the tattoo artist prepped the workstation for her. When finished, he started his work, first with the tongue piercing—another ring—and then some sort of QR code on her right forearm.

When he was finished, he also fucked her, cumming inside of her.

“You see, when you scan the QR code slave, an interesting website comes up that one of our dear friends made,” Michael said, showing the slave his phone after scanning. “If you look here, John made a website for you. It has all the photos you’ve ever sent, all the videos we’ve ever taken. It has who you are, what you are, where you are on it. It describes every part of your being, the slave that you are. Now, if anyone ever feels like scanning it, they’ll know you’re a slave and that if they ask you’ll fuck them.”

Mrs. Winters took this in stride, her pussy growing more and more wet as he spoke. She was now only a click away from being discovered by literally anyone.

“Yes Master, this slave thanks you for marking your territory,” was all she could muster as the idea of complete servitude washed over her.

Michael smiled, taking her by her leash and putting her back into his car. As they rode back, his cock in her mouth, Mrs. Winters’s imagination ran wild, her hand slowly reaching towards her clit as she thought of the two students she disciplined today asking about her tattoo.

She would show it to them, let them scan it, her naked and bound body showing up along with the words, “Free use slave.” The two of them, shocked, as she slowly undressed and showed her naked body, “Now this is our secret, we don’t want the administration to find out, do we?”

Then the pair of them, their young, hard cocks, skewering her—one in the ass, one in her mouth.

Now there would be no secret, it wouldn’t be just her Master and secretary using her, the whole school would know. She would be their playground, to use as they wish.

Just as she reached that conclusion, her Master came, exploding into her mouth. She lapped it up, cleaning off his cock before gasping, “Please Master may this slave cum,” and returning to servicing the cock.

“Yes.”

Her hands playing with her clit, she came hard, the thought of hundreds of 18 year old cocks spurring her on.

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Quickening

“Please understand, Milady,” Mark said holding onto the bands, holding her gaze with his eyes. “If you chose to wear the bands, the only limit is my imagination. Your limits are whatever I decide they are. No questions. No complaints. No refusal…unless you choose to end the game.” Michelle took the bands from him, exposed the adhesive and attached them to her wrists.

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As instructed, Michelle had stashed her bags in the bathroom, and got to work. His instructions were the typical “prepare yourself” that he always issued for heavy play. She usually wound up getting a few swats for taking longer than 30 minutes, but Michelle was ahead of him this time. Today’s long lunch covered the manicure, pedicure, and waxing. All she had left to do was shower and lotion. The honey and almond body cream he so loved left her skin soft, smooth, and delightfully sweet. She used nothing artificial or chemical. Every part of her body had only natural moisturizers and her own scent. Just the way he liked it.

The whole process took less than 20 minutes, giving her plenty of time to explore the room. The entire room was perhaps the size of a small 1 bedroom apartment, every wall and door mirrored. Michelle shuddered, seeing her 35 year old naked imperfection reflected everywhere she turned. Along the wall by the entry was a counter running the length of the wall, ending where the clear glass shower wall began. The counter held a microwave, a coffee maker, and a wet bar. A small refrigerator stood beneath the counter. The seating area was placed directly across from the entry, 6 feet from the bed, which was 6 feet from the jacuzzi. The loveseat was deeply cushioned and padded on the front, back, and armless sides. Metal D rings were sown into the upholstery along the base on the front and sides of the loveseat. The overstuffed chair with ottoman had D rings sown around the sides of the ottoman, and along the arms, down the front and across the back of the chair. There were 2 inch eyehooks screwed into the platform of the king sized bed. Michelle counted 10 on each side and 8 at the foot. She stood on the bed and was able to touch the hook in the mirrored ceiling. She knew it wouldn’t be used as she was sure she and Mark exceeded the weight limit. The 2 person jacuzzi had a hand shower massager and the usual warning against bubble bath and bath oils. The a glass enclosed steam shower had a similar shower head with a hose of at least 12 feet. The low wooden bench was bolted to the floor along 1 wall of the of the 6 by 12 foot enclosure. More D rings and eyehooks along the bench and on the 2 mirrored walls.

At the 25 minute mark, Michelle’s eye was drawn again to the large paper shopping bag. She knew enough not to take anything out, but she pulled back on the handle just enough to see several brown boxes, and what looked like a packing slip with Asian characters across the top. There were several numbers with checks beside them. There were no descriptions or prices. She took the slip out of the bag to see when the items arrived and where they were shipped to. Mark’s office, of course. When her cell phone rang, she quickly returned the slip to the bag, and ran to answer.

“Greetings, Sir.” Michelle said, trying to keep the tension out of her mecidiyeköy escort voice.

“When we hang up, immediately put down your phone. Go and unlock the door, then take 5 steps back and prepare for inspection. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She answered. At the click, she laid the phone on the counter, ran to unlock the door, and began counting 5 backward steps. At the 5th step, the door opened and her husband entered carrying a large brown bag, and smelling vaguely Italian. He smiled at her as he turned to place the bag on the counter.

“Please remain as you are, Milady.” he said. “Eyes front, and do not move.”

Michelle stood at attention. Feet apart, back straight, eyes forward. She listened to Mark wash his hands, lay dinner out on the ottoman, and then slowly walk around the room. Her mind raced wondering what he might have noticed out of place. She’d been careful to return the packing slip to the bag, and hadn’t touched anything else in the room.

He stepped into her field of vision, smiling. She stood still as he took her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly. He lifted her chin and tasted her neck. Touched his lips to her right shoulder, slowly moving his tongue down to her armpit. On her left side, he tasted her forearm, and the crook of her elbow, and her wrist, and the spaces between her fingers. At her breasts, he lingered on each nipple, biting just hard enough to make her gasp. He circled her navel with his tongue, and she felt his breath on her hairless mound, his tongue barely grazing her engorged clitoris. He placed sharp bites down her thighs, and gentle kisses on the backs of her knees.

Standing behind her, Mark deeply inhaled the spicy fragrance of her hair. “Are you truly well prepared, Milady?” he whispered, tasting her ear and the back of her neck.

“Yes, Sir.” Michelle answered evenly. The slightest tremor in her voice would be seen as a sign of weakening. The bites placed on her back made her shudder, and when his right hand moved down her buttocks and between her thighs, she parted her legs to accommodate him.

“You did prepare very well, didn’t you?” Mark said, sliding his fingers in the moisture. He massaged her shoulder with his left hand, and abruptly grabbed her hair, roughly pulling her head back. “Please, Milady, I want some more.” And Michelle obliged him…her juices running over his fingers and down the inside of her legs.

This was her favorite part of the inspection. When he was very pleased, he would deftly massage her to orgasm. When he was mildly pleased or even amused, he’d leave her gasping on the brink with the opportunity to earn release or punishment. He’d even tease her by sliding a wet finger up and down the delicate flesh between her buttocks.

Michelle gasped out loud when she felt him push a dripping finger into her rectum. A small whimper escaped when he pressed a second finger to the tight entry. She didn’t dare try to run, but he let go of her hair, and encircled her waist with his left arm, massaging the small hole with the second finger.

“Yes, Milady, you did prepare well, so why am I not pleased?”

“I don’t know”, Michelle said hoarsely, trying not to respond to the discomfort of the probing finger. This type beşiktaş escort of violation discomfited her to no end. She hated the very idea of anal play, but felt her juices flowing in streams down her thighs.

“Did you follow my instructions to the letter?”

“Yes…” he forced the second finger into the protesting opening, nearly lifting her off of her feet. “…no…I’m sorry…” she gasped. She whimpered again as she felt the probing of a third finger.

“Tell me what you did wrong, Milady.” He began slowly withdrawing his fingers.

“I didn’t prepare myself and sit down to wait.” she answered honestly. “I just wanted to look around the room for a minute.” She relaxed as his thick fingers slowly moved out of her body.

“What else?” he growled, roughly thrusting again.

Michelle cried out. “I looked in the bag, but I didn’t open anything.” The whimper came again as she felt the 3rd finger pressing entry.

Mark abruptly withdrew his fingers and spun her around to face him.

“Shhh”, he said smiling. “In this game we bear punishment in silence, understand?” Michelle nodded. “You do understand you will be severely punished for your disobedience?” Her eyes went wide, but she held her tongue. “This game is not like any other we’ve played. This punishment will be disproportionate to your offense, simply because I wish it. That is the nature of the game.” He stepped around behind her and gently leaned her over the back of the loveseat. “Comfy?” She nodded. She was familiar with this type of punishment. She’d endured spankings before, but only for severe infractions when she agreed she truly deserved them. This was not one of those times.

She listened as he drew his belt, and steeled herself for the blows. As the first ones fell across her buttocks, she began to count. At the 10th blow, she prepared to stand, but Mark’s hand on her back stopped her. “You still don’t understand, do you Milady?” She tried to turn her head to look at him, but he held her head still. “Do not move. You will move only when I say so.” Another blow. “Your punishment is over when I say so.” Another blow, harder than before. “If I am enjoying watching you writhe and squirm…” another blow, nearly buckling her knees. “…you will bear it until I tire of it.”

As the belt began striking her thighs, Michelle felt herself slowly understanding. A safeword would not end this spanking. This extreme and unfair punishment would only end if she quit the game. This is that fantasy she’d been hinting at. The ultimate Master/slave scene. None of the negotiated limits applied in this game. She was in an all or nothing scene, and had no idea where it was going. Her husband knew all of her secrets and fantasies…and she knew none of his. She didn’t know what he was thinking or planning or what she’d have to endure. She only knew that she would endure this, and not end the game.

Michelle felt her mind retreating as her body absorbed the blows and the sound of the belt against her flesh became a distant echo. She had no idea when the spanking stopped. She heard his voice calling to her, telling her to stand up. Her breath came in silent gasps. She had endured. Turning to face him, she stood waiting for him to take her into his arms, etiler escort and use his hands to soothe her burning skin. No such comfort came. He took her face in his hands, and kissed her tenderly on the mouth, he licked the tears that had escaped down her cheeks.

“In this game, there is only obedience. Do you understand now, Milady?” Michelle nodded. “You may speak in answer to a direct question, ok?”

“Yes,” she said. Not sure of her voice.

“Can you walk?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Go to the bar and get a drink of water. When you are finished, wipe your face with a damp paper towel, and then come back and lean over the back of the loveseat again.”

Michelle looked into his eyes for a clue of what was coming. She glanced at the tyvek bands on her wrists, not sure she could endure a renewed spanking of that level. In the face of his slightly mocking smile, she felt herself crushing all thoughts of surrender. “I knew you wouldn’t give up”, he said as she moved to follow his instructions. “Please do hurry. We don’t want dinner to get too cold.”

Leaning over the loveseat again, Michelle focused only on the instruction as the pain in her buttocks and thighs subsided. “Spread your legs, please”, he said. She gasped as she felt him apply something cold and wet to her rectum, this time slowly and gently working his thumb in and out. “This is not more punishment, Milady. This is part of your training.” He withdrew his thumb and she felt a much larger object pressing at the small opening. She recognized the firm pliable texture of silicone.

“This won’t be so bad, Milady, honest.” Michelle refused to let the whimper escape her throat. “Now bear down and push out against it. It will help you to receive it better.” Michelle complied and found that she did open up without so much pain. “There’s a good girl,” he said, stroking her still burning flesh. “Now I want you to rock back and forth slowly, feeling each section entering and filling you.”

She felt him reach between her legs as her juices flowed again. His fingers touched her everywhere at once, massaging clitoris and labia, and thrusting as deeply as his hand would allow. She rocked back and forth slowly on his hand, moans and purrs coming freely from her mouth. While she rocked, Mark gently encouraged her as the gradually increasing rings of the plug disappeared into her slowly yielding opening. When she was fully impaled, a press of the recessed button in the base brought the vibrating plug to life. The new sensation drew a sharp gasp from Michelle and her rocking increased. “Scandalous, isn’t it, Milady?” Mark laughed as he worked the plug in and out of her, keeping pace with her frenzied rocking. “At it’s widest point, the plug is much larger than me, and you readily open to accommodate it…” He leaned down to whisper into her ear “…and you love it, don’t you bitch.”

With her breath coming in ragged gasps and choking sobs, Mark abruptly withdrew his hand. She whimpered, but quickly regained momentum, thrusting back against the vibrating plug. He pressed the button, ending the vibrations. “P…p…please…” she whined as he held the plug motionless.

He slowly moved the plug until it was firmly in place, and would only come out if pulled. He pulled her into a standing position, and turned her to face him. “Now…now, Milady. There will be plenty of time for that. You’re going to wear this plug all weekend. I know you don’t believe it now, but if you endure the game, in the end you will beg me to do much more than sodomize you…and you will do so in the most indelicate ways imaginable. Now…let us dine, shall we?”

…to be continued.

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Disclaimer: Amongst the things that are wrong with this story, is the fact that it contains a lot of extremely irresponsible, dangerous and illegal activity. Please do not attempt to mimic anything in this story.

Aside from that, this story revolves around ass, the asshole, rimming and anal sex, taking place publicly in broad daylight. If that’s not your jam, read no further. Otherwise, I hope you get a good laugh and/or a good nut out of this one.

And as always, all characters and situations mentioned are 100% fictional.

…….without any further ado, I bring you……

ROAD HOES!

Once upon a time somewhere in Missouri, two young ladies in an apartment were discussing mischievous ideas while enjoying some marijuana and early-morning beers. The two were generally regarded by the other women they worked with at the restaurant as hussies, skanks, sluts, skeezers, tramps, trolips, hoes, common, easy, trash, etc. To them, the town they lived in was extremely boring and they really had no business there. Most people there were patriotic Christians who listened to country or pop music and started families in their early twenties. These two sluts were already 24 and 25 and showed no signs of settling down anytime soon.

There was Violeta. Originally from New Jersey, Violeta had probably fucked almost the same number of guys she had punched in the face in her life – not that many, but enough for the nosy cunts at work to form opinions. Violeta was about 5′ 7″ with long, straight black hair, light skin, a big nose and a sultry smile. She had small tits and a slender midsection with an almost disproportionately large ass and thighs. Her legs were long and firm and were known to make men’s mouths water. As well, they also made the cunts at work very jealous.

Then there was Yesenia, originally from Southern California. Yessie was 5′ 3″ on a tall day with shoulder-length straight black hair and graham cracker brown skin and she definitely looked sweet enough to eat. Like Violeta, she had little tits, a fat, round, juicy ass and thick, firm thighs. But Yessie was just a little chubbier, just a little squishier.

They made friends with each other at this stupid job and then moved into a shitty apartment together. They were working on saving money so they could move to LA and be porn stars and they weren’t far from their goal. As far as sex, they would fuck around with each other from time to time for fun and if either of them were seeing a guy, the other would fuck him almost as a prank. Their attitude towards sex was the same as their attitude about most things: Yeah, sure, whatever.

So anyway, it was Monday morning and the guy they had just shared had just left for work. But they both had the day off. So they were just laying in Yesenia’s bed naked, fucked, smoking weed and drinking beer at 8am.

“What should we do today?” said Yessie.

“NOTHING!” said Violeta with a hearty laugh “Fucking lay here and rub my pussy and eat fucking junk food, bitch!”

They both laughed.

Yessie stared out the window. “It’s so nice out today…”

They both just laid there stoned, zoning out for a few minutes before Violeta suddenly remembered something.

“Oh shit!” She said as if something had startled her. “Girl, I almost forgot I’m supposed to buy a fucking car today!!!”

Yessie laughed loud and hard. “You fucking stoner! How do you forget something like that?”

“Fuck you,” said Violeta playfully as she flicked Yessie’s nipple.

“Aye, puta!”

“Well are you gonna come with me to get the car or what?”

“What time? I got hella shit to do too.”

Violeta gave her a look. “Like what?”

Yessie smiled. “Rub my pussy and eat junk food.”

They both laughed. “Of course I’ll go with you,” Yessie finally conceded. “But yeah, what time?”

“11? Noon? I don’t know!” Said Violeta.

So they laid around smoking weed and drinking beers until 11:20am at which point, they finally got up, brushed their teeth, took quick showers, put on very skimpy clothing and sunglasses and got on the road. They both got into Yessie’s heavily dented Volxwagon Bug. You know, the one with the passenger side window that doesn’t roll down, has a taillight out, reeks like cigarettes, weed and beer and has registration tags from 1987? Poor Yessie doesn’t even realize her windshield wipers have actually been stolen (thanks tweakers!)

They made it to the seller’s house about 7 miles away shortly after 12:45pm, nearly hitting several things and people along the way (nearly doesn’t count). Dan, the guy selling the car, was not impressed with these sluts’ inability fındıkzade escort to manage time properly, but he was relatively nice about it. After all, he wanted to get rid of this car! To Yessie and Violeta, a 1997 Ford Mustang Convertible for $5,900 was a steal of a deal. To Dan, the car was haunted and if he kept driving it, it was gonna be all bad. Of course, he saw no need to share that with Violeta just like he saw no need to inquire about her alcohol intake before watching her drive off with it.

Later that day, Dan moved far, far away under mysterious circumstances.

So, Violeta got in her new used Beamer and Yessie got into her beat up Bug and they drove back to the apartment complex. Once they got back, they jumped up and down and hugged each other multiple times. They were ecstatic that they now both had the vehicles that (they thought) would get them to California.

“Dude, let’s go for a ride in your new Beamer with the top down, girl!” Said Yessie

“Fuck yeah!” Said Violeta. “Where do you wanna go?”

“I don’t know,” said Yessie. “Let’s just go somewhere. Let’s like, drive till you’re out of gas somewhere and just figure it out!”

Violeta finished shotgunning her victory beer and glared at Yessie.

“That’s retarded.” Stated Violeta, firmly. “Let’s do it!”

They stopped at a gas station to fill up and grab a case of beer and then they were off on their adventure! They started driving up highway 5 in Violeta’s new (extremely used) Beamer with the top down with no destination in mind, smoking weed and drinking beers along the way. The further they got out of town, the more…comfortable they got.

At some point, a song came on and Yessie said, “Ooh girl, turn that shit up! That shit’s my shit!” Her speech slurred bad enough that it sounded like she was missing some teeth in the back of her mouth. She cranked the volume on her stereo and started dancing in her seat. She laid her head back and ran her fingers through her hair as the hot wind blew through it. She was, as they say out West, feelin’ herself. Violeta kept an eye on the road, but watched Yessie with a mischievous smile.

After a minute or so, Yessie was feeling restrained by her seatbelt and she wanted to be free, so she unbuckled it. The young ladies looked at each other, smiling and singing along to the music blasting out of the car stereo. When they were together, they were like two destructive kittens in very attractive adult female bodies.

“You’re fucked up, huh?” Said Violeta, who hadn’t had a beer in over an hour at this point, so that’s basically sober, right?

Yessie smiled stupidly, sticking her tongue out. “I’m just having a good – ” and then she pretended to vomit in Violeta’s new car. For a split second, Violeta was livid but then she realized, her friend was just fucking with her. As the drive continued, so did the music. Less and less cars were passing them as they made their way north but there were still a few. Yessie finally said, “Fuck it, I’ve always wanted to do this…” and stood up on the seat and started flashing her B cups at cars when they passed, much to the entertainment of Violeta.

A couple truckers honked at her and gave her the thumbs-up. A minivan passed with a middle aged white woman driving. She, of course, acted like she was calling the police on her cellphone to try to get Yessie to put her tits away, but that’s stupid because even if the cops showed up, she probably would have sucked or fucked her way out of a ticket anyway.

As this behavior continued, of course both Yessie and Violeta felt the need to escalate things as always. Violeta lifted her shirt so her tits were showing as well but she couldn’t do much else because she was driving. Yessie sat down, downed another beer, stood back up and lowered her shorts, wiggling her perfectly round, brown, bare booty at any fucker who might be driving by. Again, she got positive feedback from a couple truckers. But when some bitch decided to honk at her and flip her off, her knee-jerk reaction was to point her ass right at this prude and spread her cheeks at her. Supportively, Violeta joined in the fun, flipping off the woman with her tits out. The car passed by and was soon forgotten about as Yessie continued to flash her butthole at passing drivers.

Eventually, I drove up behind them and homegirl flashed her butthole at me, the horniest ass-sucking asshole that ever lived! Do you have any idea how thrilled I was when this hot ass bitch flashed her asshole at me, especially from the passenger side of her best friend’s ride??? My aksaray escort dick was so hard, I thought it was going to detach from my body and run for president!

“Ooh,” said Violeta to Yessie, checking me out in her rearview mirror. “He’s kinda cute!”

She pulled one cheek apart from the other and winked at me with her asshole a few times, probably to test my level of perversity and see what I’m about. With her other hand, she stuck her middle finger in her mouth and sucked on it like it was a cock. All this, with the wind blowing through her hair on top of it, felt like I was in some kind of dream. Then fucked her ass with her middle finger, pulled it out and licked her sweet anal juices off it and blew me a kiss with it. As I continued driving, trying to get closer, I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out so it could stop fighting with my jeans (my dick’s a real asshole sometimes). Yessie turned her head back towards me as I drove up beside them. I’m not sure which she saw first, my smiling face or my Hulk-like, visibly growing, visibly throbbing erection.

“Oh shit!” Said Yessie to Violeta. “He got a BIG ass dick!”

Violeta’s jaw dropped. “He took his dick out?” She couldn’t see from where she was sitting, but was instantly very interested.

“Hey, you showed me yours, I thought I’d show you mine!” I said nonchalantly.

For once, Yessie was speechless, albeit visibly impressed.

“You ladies wanna party or what???” I shouted with a smile as marijuana smoke bellowed out of my car window. Both our cars were swerving wildly and between the three of us, we were all under the influence of alcohol and participating in public nudity on the highway. So it’s probably a good thing we decided to pull off to the side of the road and get to know each other.

Like a gentleman, I got out of my car and walked up to the passenger side of Violeta’s new used Beamer with my hard dick sticking out like an arrow. Yessie had removed her shorts, so when I got up to the car, she was standing beside the car wearing a yellow lace tank top and black skate shoes.

“Hi, I’m Dick!” I said with a big smile, both hands on my hips.

She looked down…well actually, she never looked at my face to begin with. Her eyes were focused on my dick. I was standing close enough for my bare dick to touch her bare vagina, right out there on the side of the highway. And our height difference was just so that my dick was having a stare-down with her pussy at a very close range. Her eyes bulged and her lips parted. “Oh my God” she trembled as she reached for it. Slowly and gently, she grabbed onto my cock. At this point, she finally made eye contact. She gave my dick a couple good strokes and then started rubbing it against her clit. Violeta walked up beside us, now topless and removing her shorts, pulling them over her sneakers and throwing them into the car. She walked up and removed Yessie’s shirt as Yessie continued to rub my cock against her pussy.

“Don’t do anything yet,” said Yessie to Violeta. “This won’t take long.”

She kept tugging on my dick as she rubbed it against her clit until she squirted all over my dick, covering it with her fluids as she screamed and moaned.

“Fuck yeah!” Said Violeta as she crouched down. “I love licking your juices off a cock!” Violeta looked deep into my eyes as she jammed my whole cock in her mouth. Yessie grabbed onto Violeta’s hair and started fucking my cock with her face. Violeta gagged and gobbled violently with Yessie pushing her head down on my cock over and over again. “That’s it,” said Yessie. “Suck that big motherfucker, CHOKE on that big motherfucker, bitch!” As this was happening, Violeta finger fucked herself in the ass with three fingers.

“Gimme some of that fucking cock!” Said Yessie. She crouched down next to her friend and took my cock from her. She held it in her hands and took it in with her eyes before she took it in her mouth. She looked at Violeta and then at me.

“Is it real??” She joked.

“Yes,” I laughed. “Of course it’s real!”

“Suck that motherfucker, bitch!” Said Violeta to Yessie. Yessie smiled and proceeded to lick me from the bottom of my balls to the tip of my cock right before devouring the whole thing. She locked eyes with me as Violeta pushed her head down on my cock over and over again. On each outward thrust, globs of saliva flew out of her mouth. She rubbed the saliva into her tits, keeping her eyes locked with me the entire time.

“I want to eat your assholes.” I said. “Both of you. Up against the car!”

They both got up.

“Fuck yeah,” eyüp escort said Yessie.

“Fucking dirty motherfucker!” Said Violeta with a highly impressed smile. They both got up against the car and spread their thick ass cheeks. I got down behind Yessie first and looked into her perfect little brown asshole. She let out a loud moan as I stuck my nose in her hole and sniffed as hard as I could. Her asshole smelled so delicious, I couldn’t wait any longer.

I plunged my tongue into her sweet anus. And wouldn’t you know? It tasted just like graham crackers! I alternated between fucking her ass with my tongue and with my finger, just to loosen her up a bit so I could get my tongue deeper inside her hole.

“I love the taste of her asshole,” said Violeta as she continued to finger fuck her own asshole. “Tastes just like s’mores!” She laughed as I aggressively tongue fucked Yessie’s sweet little bubble butt.

“Yeah, fuck it with your tongue!” Said Yessie. “Come on, I want to feel your tongue all the way up my ass. Just like that. Yes. Yes!”

I could have continued on like this until my jaw fell off. But I had another delicious asshole to taste and I didn’t want her to feel left out. She must’ve thought I had forgotten about her because she started rubbing her ass against the side of my face as I ate Yessie’s ass.

“Don’t get lost in there, fucker!” She said playfully as she spread her cheeks open and began rubbing her asshole right up against my face. I grabbed onto my cock as I turned my head so that my face was now in Violeta’s ass. And she let go of her enormous ass cheeks right then, allowing them to slam shut on my face like a gate! I took a deep wiff of her anal aroma before I dove my tongue deep inside her.

“Oh yeah. Yeah. Yeah, fuck me with your tongue like it’s a cock! Fuck it! Fuck it you fucking dirty motherfucker!!!” She bent over all the way and grabbed onto my head as she repeatedly slammed her ass into my face. This made it easier for me to slide my tongue all the way inside her. She tasted like marshmallows that someone had shoved into their sweaty ass crack.

Yessie now rubbed her ass against my face as I ate Violeta’s ass. I was in Ass Heaven! I switched back and forth between the two, tongue fucking one and then the other, back and forth. At some point though, Violeta turned around, rubbing her clit very quickly. I wasn’t expecting it, but she squirted all over my face, in my hair, in my eyes and up my nose just before Yessie did the same. They both got down on beside me, with Violeta to my right and Yessie to my left, and started licking my face.

“Are you gonna fuck us with that big cock?” Whispered Yessie.

Without answering, I stood up and guided her up against the car. I fucked her asshole up against her friend’s car right there on the side of the road, making no attempt to hide what I was doing. Violeta started filming with her phone.

“Look at this giant dick we found on the side of the road!” She said as Yessie hollered helplessly, taking my long, thick cock up her ass. I took my cock out and grabbed onto her ass with both hands, guiding it towards the camera. I spread her cheeks out to proudly show off my handy work in the form of Yessie’s gaping, pouting, lube-oozing anus.

“Fuck, that looks so good.” Said Violeta.

“You ready to get yours stretched out too?” I said, pointing my cock at the camera.

“Fuck yeah, gimme that big fucking cock in my asshole!” She said as she handed the phone to Yessie.

“Well wait,” said Yessie. “I have to lube you up first!” She grabbed onto my cock and stuck it back in her mouth. She bobbed it four or five times before guiding it into Violeta’s ass.

Violeta really wanted it. She held her cheeks open as she backed into it.

“Yeah gimme that big motherfucker right up my fucking ass!” She demanded. I slammed her big ass harder and harder and harder with my hands squeezing her elbows. Her thick cheeks could really take a beating! “Yeah keep fucking it harder just like that!”

I felt the surge from my balls through my dick. I felt the tickle in my asshole. My toes curled. My hands gripped as firmly as physically possible.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!!!” I shouted as I involuntarily shot a load inside Violeta right before pulling out.

Both sluts got down next to each other and stuck their tongues out, ready to receive my seed. I jerked out several creamy loads of cum all over them. What didn’t end up in their hair, cheeks, noses, chins and tits, they swallowed.

Now that we were finished, I walked back to my car, grabbed a beach towel and gave it to the girls. After licking most of my cum off of each other, they used the towel to wipe up the saliva. We all put our clothes back on and decided to drink beers and smoke weed and actually get to know each other a little bit. Turns out I was on my way to California to attempt a career in pornography as well! Perhaps we would all be seeing each other again…

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My Master called on Friday morning:

“Good morning, young lady.

My cock is very horny this morning.

Be prepared; we are going out tonight.”

Master has a very naughty mind, and when he calls me in the mornings, it means only one thing: “He is on fire.”

So I spent the day preparing myself for him…

It was a warm summer’s night.

I was wearing a light semitransparent cream shirt, so my tits could be seen, a black silky skirt, high black heels, and lace panties.

My smooth fit body smelt of deep oriental notes of incense and galbanum. I looked sexy and enticing.

My Master was waiting for me in the car.

When I came down, he got out, kissed me on the lips, and opened the door for me

He looked handsome: stylish, charming, and very attractive.

He got in the car, kissed me on the lips again, looked into my eyes, lifted my skirt, looked at my panties, and said, “You are a naughty girl.” Then he grabbed my pussy with his strong hand and gently squeezed her. I love it when my Master teases my pussy.

He drove me to a cosy bar with soft lights, a sensual atmosphere with live music.

We sat at the bar, ordered some drinks, whilst listening to the band.

After a while, my Master looked at me very seriously and told me to take off my panties and give them to him. I wanted to go to the lady’s room to do so, but Master took my hand and said, “You have to do it here, baby.”

People were everywhere; I felt uncomfortable, but my Master’s first rule was never to contradict him in public.

I looked straight in his blue eyes while slowly taking off my only piece of lingerie and putting it on the bar counter.

He ran his hand down my thighs, without touching my wet pussy, and asked if I was aroused. I replied, “Yes, Master.” He pulled me closer to him and that time ran his fingers in my willing pussy, whispering, “Good job, baby, I love when you’re obedient.”

I asked the bartender for bağcılar escort some water, a few moments later when he brought the water, Master told me to spill a little bit on my breasts. He wanted to see my nipples through the wet semitransparent cloth.

When I did it, he gently and confidently slapped my ass and told me: “Very good, and now I want you to go to join that small group of men playing billiards. When you bend to strike the ball, I want to see your wet pussy.”

While walking towards the pool table, I had the mixed feeling of excitement and embarrassment… If Master could see my pussy from the bar counter, probably others can see as well.. My Master has lustful fantasies, I am so into him.

I approached the pool table; two men were finishing playing American Pool.

I looked at them and said with a smile: “Hi, handsomes, how are you tonight? A Cutthroat pool? Do you like three-players games? I bet all of us do” then I winked and seductively smiled. Those two were good looking and smelling rough sex.

They welcomed me in their team staring hungrily at my excited nipples sticking from under my wet shirt.

We began to play. My playmates were very appetizing.

The older one looked like a movie personage: sideburns, semi-long wavy hair, white T-shirt. His muscular arms with an accentuated relief were perfect to grab me and put against the wall while fucking me hard..

The other one, with a duck beard and tattoos on his arms, smelled of rebellion and wild sexual fantasies.

And there I was, in between these/those two naughty boys, fragile and delicate and completely inept at playing pool.

A wave of immense sexual excitement was reigning at our table.

I was very aroused. I wanted to be fucked by those guys.

I was so intensely wet, that a few drops of my wetness flowed down the inner thigh of my leg.

I leaned over the pool table so Master bahçelievler escort could see my insanely wet pussy…

Our eyes met, he naughtily smiled. My Master was enjoying the show.

I turned back towards the pool table to hit the ball, and felt a man’s body nestle against mine. A manly hand with long beautiful fingers touched mine. He smelled suede and coriander. He was so close to me that I could feel his long and hard cock trying to enter my ass.

He whispered with a sexy accent: “Mademoiselle, I saw your shining wet pussy and I want to savor every inch of you, but firstly let me help you to win this pool match.” Without waiting for my reply, he strikes the cue ball with a soft and confident movement. He kissed my neck and whispered: “This is how you like to be taken, aren’t you, mademoiselle?”

I turned and saw a young, refined man looking at me with passion.

He was insanely handsome: kind eyes, with mi long blond hair, coquette smile. He was tall, wearing white linen trousers and black shirt slightly unbuttoned, showing his hairy and fit chest.

I was insanely turned on and burning from desire to be fucked.

I didn’t care that people were around, probably watching us…

I only would think about playing with 3 hard cocks.

I looked at my Master, who winked at me and smiled.

I knew it was the time for me to go; my Master was ready to play with me.

I said to the guys that I was going to powder my nose and left.

My Master drove home in silence; he does that when he is planning something.

I was looking at him driving and thought about how lucky I was to be enjoyed by him.

We got home and entered via the hallway; he firmly smacked my small round tight arse and said with his deep, seductive voice, “Straight to the bedroom, young lady.”

As we went into the bedroom; he switched on some soft lighting and asked Alexa to put şirinevler escort on some erotic music.

He stood in front of me, and while his fingers were touching my mouth and lips, he said,

“Now it’s the time for me your Master to enjoy you. Get on your knees.”

He unzipped his trousers and pulled down his briefs.

His rock-hard cock was looking directly at me, making my mouth water.

I couldn’t wait to take him in my mouth it felt so good.

After a few seconds, he started to move quickly, making me take him fully; suddenly he pulled out his hard dick and said, “Show me your tongue.”

As I did, I felt the drops of his cum on my tongue. With his fingers he took some drops of his cum, and smeared it all over my lips.

He said, “Stand up.”

As I stood, I was wet with excitement, he passed his hand over my wet inner thighs. “You need to take a shower, young lady.”

After showering, i stood in front of the mirror, drying myself with a towel.

The door to the bathroom was ajar. My Master entered. He approached me from behind, pulled my slightly wet hair on the side, and kissed my neck, starting just above the shoulder. I was looking at him in the mirror. I love his neck kisses. He looked very sexy. His lips with a slow pace were moving up to the nape of my ear.

And then the thrilling experience for me began: he started to pinch my nipple, rolling it back and forth between his fingers. Then he touched my breasts and then came back to my nipple and twisted it.

My Master was teasing me, and I was fired up.

He said,

“You are too aroused for me to enjoy you; you have to cool down.”

I felt something cold, touching my inner thighs, rolling towards my pussy. The contrast of the cold ice cube on my hot body felt so good and filled me with pleasure.

My Master told me to bend over the sink and not to move.

It was them that I felt the cold steel of a small, perfectly formed plug about to push inside my tight ass.

My Master said, “You have to take it

He said, ” No, not yet,” and took out his cock, firmly slapping my pussy. He entered me again and started to enjoy me at a slow pace.

I couldn’t resist the pleasure of feeling every inch of my Master,

I told him, “Please, Master, I want I am not done yet with you.”

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It was late in the evening and my daughter and I were putting together dinner. Her husband, my son-in-law, would be home shortly and then we would all sit down as a family and talk about our day.

I had made my famous pot roast, a thick beef gravy and roasted potatoes and carrots. This was a family favorite. I had made it when my daughter was still dating her now husband and he proposed to her that night. I thought that was really sweet. I had also made his favor dessert, a big pan of chocolate brownies that we would top with vanilla ice cream. This always put Charlie in a good mood.

It was around six when he walked through the door after his long commute. He looked tired and I suggested he go take a hot shower. Dinner could wait until he was done.

After his shower, he came downstairs, still damp and pulling on his shirt. I got a glimpse of his sexy body and had to remind myself that this was my son-in-law. My daughter’s husband. But my goodness, what a man.

He entered the kitchen and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Dinner smells great momma,” then ran his nose along my neck and let out a low groan. “Mmm…and so do you.”

I whipped my head around quickly to check if my daughter was nearby to see him do this and luckily she was focused on her phone. I gave him a look that told him to behave.

We sat down to dinner and talked while we enjoyed the food and each other’s company. We were nearly done eating when my daughter’s phone rang. “I’m sorry momma, it’s work.” She got up from the table and took the call in the other room. A few minutes later she returned. “Charlie, baby, I have to go in to work tonight. I’m sorry. I know we were suppose to have a night together but they’re short staffed and need me.”

“Oh that’s ok sweetheart, I’m sure momma and I can find something to do. Right momma?”

“Oh of course! You know there’s new episodes of that demon show you like so much, we could watch that,” I replied.

“Yeah, see? Don’t worry, we won’t get bored.”

“OK baby, I’ll see you in the morning. I should be home before you go to work.” She leaned down and gave Charlie a kiss before she left the kitchen to get ready for work.

Looking over at me, Charlie gave me a devilish grin and said, “Looks like it’s fatih escort just you and me tonight, momma.”

I felt my body flush. We had already behaved pretty inappropriately twice today. I was feeling guilty over betraying my daughter with her husband but, it just felt so good. Charlie knew how to play my body so well and it had been so long since anyone had touched me like that. However, no matter how good it had felt at the time, this couldn’t continue. I was determined to make sure the lines did not get crossed again.

Fifteen minutes later, we had the house to ourselves. I was clearing the table and asked Charlie if he wanted dessert. Before I could turn to look at him, I felt a hand on my backside. “You bet I want dessert, momma. But I don’t want brownies right now. I want a taste of that sweet ass again.”

“Charlie…we shouldn’t do this again. It’s really not right.”

“Oh come now, momma, you know you loved it. Why would you deprive yourself?”

I turned around to look at him, “No, son. This can’t continue. It stops now.” With my resolve firm, I turned back to the task of cleaning the kitchen.

I heard him chuckle then say, “You’re right momma. You’re right. I behaved badly. I’ll be good from now on. Scout’s honor.”

We then worked on cleaning the kitchen in companionable silence, washing dishes, putting away leftovers, and cleaning surfaces until the kitchen was spotless once again. After completing the chore, I decided to take a night hot shower.

“Charlie, sweetheart, why don’t you get your show ready and we’ll watch after my bath.”

Once upstairs, I slipped into my bathroom and started the shower. I let the water heat while I stripped out of my clothes. I stepped under the water and closed the stall door once the water was nice and hot then enjoyed the rush of heat flowing over my body. It had been al long day and now that it was nearing its end, it felt good to relax.

The click of the stall door startled me. Whipping around, I saw Charlie standing naked before me in all his beautiful glory. “Son! What are you doing in here? Get out! I told you we can’t do this anymore.”

“I know momma, and I thought about it. I decided that I would çapa escort just go ahead and do what I wanted. That I want to do, is you. So, turn around now and show me that sweet ass.”

“No son, you need to get out and let me bathe.”

He squinted his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t think you heard me. I said, ‘turn around’ now, go ahead and do what you’re told.”

When I didn’t move fast enough, Charlie grabbed my arm and spun me around so I was facing the tiled wall. Before I could do more than gasp, he held me by both arms. Shifting his grip, he bent my arms at the elbows and held my forearms together in one of his large hands. Shoving my face against the cold wet tile, I was immobilized.

He slid his free arm around my pelvis and yanked my ass back against him. I inhaled sharply at the feel of his hard cock against me. “Let me show you how it’s going to be, momma.” His arm left me and moments later I felt a slick finger massage my back entrance.

“Charlie! What are you doing?” I exclaimed while trying to try around. I felt a hard stinging smack against my ass cheek.

“Stop. You need to behave. I can make this good for you or I can make this really uncomfortable.” He then resumed his actions from before and used his soap slicked digit to relax my pucker. “Now, I’ve had your mouth this morning for breakfast, your cunt for lunch. It’s time I had this ass for dessert.”

I could feel my muscles start to relax and groaned as his finger began to press further into me with each rotation over my flesh. I knew I shouldn’t let myself enjoy this but I just couldn’t help it. It had been years since anyone had ridden my ass and oh how I had missed it.

“There you go, momma,” Charlie said as his thick finger slipped into my hole. He began twisting and turning his finger as he pumped it in and out of me. I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped me. He continued to pump and twist until he felt I was ready for another finger. The invasion was startling because his fingers were so large. The burn however, was exquisite.

He scissored his fingers as he drove them in and out until I was panting. The third digit burned just like the second but still felt oh so good. Then suddenly, güngören escort they were gone. I whimpered at the loss and my son-in-law let out a dark chuckle.

The next sensation was of his cock pressing against my softened hole. The head of his thick dick pressed into me, slowly passing the ring of muscle. I gasped. He groaned. Sliding further into me, he slowly pumped his hips. His cock moved in and out, in and out until he was fully seated within me. By the time his body was fully pressed against mine, we were both panting.

“Oh momma, you feel so good and tight around my cock. Mmm…I may just stay here forever,” he whispered against my ear. I might just forget all about your daughter and keep fucking you instead.” Charlie then pulled almost all the way out of me and the thrust roughly back in. I moaned at the feel of his hot flesh within me.

He began to move his hips roughly forcing my body forward with each thrust. The drag of his heavy meat against my nerve endings set me on fire and I couldn’t keep quiet. The sounds of our moans and the slaps of our skin echoed through the small space that was my shower stall.

Charlie let go of my arms finally and snaked his hands around to cup my breast while the other gripped my hip tight enough to leave bruises. I didn’t care. It just felt so good. His speed picked and his thrusts more viscous. The hand on my breast squeezed tightly.

His hand moved from my hip, down to my pussy and started playing with my clit. I yelled at the overwhelming pleasure running through me. “Yes!” I cried as his fingers moved faster ands faster over my hardened bud until I exploded. My scream reverberated through the bathroom. My inner walls spasmed around his cock and my pussy juices flowed forcefully from me.

Moments later Charlie’s movements became more erratic and his cock grew harder just before he painted my inner walls with his cum. He groaned loudly as spurt after spurt burst forth his hot jets.

Charlie then wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss behind my ear. “I swear momma, you really are the best I’ve ever had,” he said, still out of breath.

As he slid out of my body, I could feel his sperm trickle out of my now gaping hole. “Goddamn now ain’t that a sight,” he said as he used his fingers to press back in what flowed out.

After he was satisfied, he slapped my ass cheek and handed me the bar of soap. He washed himself down after and turned off the cooling water. Stepping out of the shower, he took one last look at me and said, “Demon show in ten minutes, momma. Hurry up!”

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Anal Etiquette Prequel: Beverly Hill’s Therapeutic Medical Day Spa

By: Lord Odie

The Obligatory Disclaimer

The following is a work of pure sexual fiction and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are consenting adults over the age of 18. They are also BDSM professionals and good at what they do. So please, don’t try anything that you’re about to read at home, if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying things at home, please send all pictures and feedback to me about the experience. If I can’t stop you, I can at least make sure you’re doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed.

2. The Spa Explained

Dr. Penélope Vergara started closing her fists every time she rammed them back up inside Hazel’s wide open hole as soon as the younger woman had started orgasming. The added pain had only caused the raven-haired beauty to cum even harder. Despite all the noise Hazel was making, she heard the door close behind her as Patricia returned with the prescribed dildo.

“That’s a good little anal slut!” Penélope said happily as she began slowing her pace at last. “Did you enjoy your cum, Ms. Benedict?”

“Y… Yes, Doctor,” Hazel replied weakly. “Thank you, Doctor.”

Beside her, Patricia set the case down on a side table and opened it up revealing the semi-rough, 4.25″ x 20.00″ dildo that would be pounding Hazel’s dilated asshole for a few hours – at least until it was replaced with a larger model. Penélope allowed her arms to slide free from Hazel’s rectum at last, stood up, and walked over to the room’s sink to wash up.

“Please continue where I left off, Patricia. I estimate she’s only open to about 3.75″ right now, so she’ll need some more manual dilation before the treatment dildo can be inserted and you can take her upstairs.”

“Yes, Doctor,” the redhead replied obediently as she took Dr. Vergara’s vacated seat between Hazel’s widely spread buttocks, pumped lubrication onto her hands and arms, and began feeding them up Hazel’s hungry backside.

“Ms. Benedict is my last patient this hour so I’m headed to my office to catch up on some paperwork. Page me if you need any assistance.”

“Of course, Doctor,” Patricia replied as she went about her task.

Penélope smiled to herself as she stepped back out into the hallway. Already, Hazel’s moans of pleasure were getting loud again. She quickly closed the door as Kaylee and two patients approached her coming down the hallway. One woman Penélope recognized as Beth Holder – an in-shape, 53-year-old blonde woman with a massive 38H rack and an even more massive appetite for anal debasement. The older woman had been a regular to the Spa for over a decade and frequently checked herself in for weekend long therapy on the upper floors. Next to her walked a younger 20-something version of herself with smaller, 36F breasts who was obviously a little anxious. Penélope turned and followed them as they passed. Her office was down the hall and to the left.

“Are you excited about your first treatment, Summer?” Kaylee asked in her bubbly demeanor.

“A little,” replied the younger, busty blonde woman. “Momma has told me quite a bit about what to expect, and she’s been helping me practice; but actually being here is a little disconcerting.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” Beth reassured her daughter. “The Spa will only treat mecidiyeköy escort you to the level that you’re ready for; isn’t that right, Kaylee?”

“Of course, ma’am!” the bubbly blonde nurse replied instantly. She really didn’t know for sure, but the older woman seemed to know what she was talking about.

Penélope smiled to herself as the trio entered a cleaning room and the door closed behind them.

That last part was certainly true. The entire first floor of this facility was built around the concept of being discreet – the rest of the facility, not so much. Patients didn’t see anything they weren’t meant to see until they were ready for it. If Summer had happened to have seen what was happening to Hazel right this second – or the horrific treatments Beth had undergone just last weekend under Penélope’s strict supervision – she would have run screaming out into the street!

The first floor was for cleansings, pre-treatments, and treatment frame fitting. The 2nd through 10th floors were for the actual treatments; the higher up the floor, the more severe the treatments. Summer would probably find herself on the 1st floor exclusively for her first 6 months or so or treatments. The 2nd floor until maybe a year. It generally took the average patient about 5 to 6 years before they reached the maximum level of treatments available here at the Spa and found themselves up on the 10th floor.

Penélope nodded to Jill, her secretary, before entering her office and closing the door behind her. She stretched and admired the expense and indulgence her personal office contained. Just the art on the walls was a small fortune in and of itself! She crossed to her massive mahogany desk, hung up her coat, and admired herself in the full-length mirror behind her desk.

For a 43-year-old woman, she had no complaints about her body. Growing up in Brazil, she put herself though medical school modeling for fitness magazines. Her large, muscular butt and equally sizable 34G breasts made her a favorite cover model for years. Today, she wore an outfit similar to her nurses, but with a purple latex dress and a jet-black corset. Like all the female employees here at the Spa, Penélope’s areola were peeking out over the tops of her dress’s lapels and her semi-hard nipples here visible under the thin latex. She ran her hands over her body and stopped to tweak her nipples into hardness.

Penélope had emigrated to the US after her residency in L.A. where she met her husband, Antonio Vergara. Both being of Brazilian heritage, they shared a love of all things butt – specifically Penélope’s butt. They’d actually only had vaginal intercourse a few dozen times while they were dating before agreeing that Penélope’s mouth and butt were all the fuck holes he’d ever really need. While Antonio was much too large and thick for her to actually deepthroat, it was a nightly occurrence for him to deposit his cum into her sucking mouth after a vigorous anal fucking.

Despite all the preparation and stretching Penélope had done, the first time they had anal intercourse she had cried painfully once he was fully inserted into her bottom. She was anything but an anal virgin – preferring it over vaginal sex – but at nearly 3″ in girth and 14″ in length, Antonio was by far the largest lover she’d ever had. That first time, he had been slow and gentle for a minute or two before his lust took over and he had pounded her raw for over 20 minutes before cumming in her mouth and demanded she tongue was his cock – which she did without hesitation. After that night, Antonio had insisted that she be plugged at all times to be ready for him. Even with the constant plugging, it had taken Penélope weeks to reach a level beşiktaş escort of permanent dilation to take Antonio without considerable pain; not that that slowed the pace of their two or three times as day lovemaking sessions.

Penélope’s initial plugging to keep her ready for Antonio had morphed and grown over the years into something far greater and more perverse. Eventually, their mutual love of enforced anal pleasure had given them the idea for what would eventually become the Beverly Hill’s Therapeutic Medical Day Spa, and for over 16 years, it had discretely served the women of the Beverly Hills area – at least the filthy rich, incredibly depraved women of Beverly Hills.

Finally, Penélope took a seat. She powered up her monitor, logged in, and pulled up the latest batch of applicants to the Spa.

The Spa was the kind of elitist establishment that only treated a certain type of person: filthy rich, female, busty, attractive, anally inclined, and filthy rich. The first and last criteria made getting in the door a social status symbol. To off-handedly mention at a party that you had been treated at the Spa was to immediately identify you as a wealthy, cultured, highly connected woman. Even though what went on inside the Spa was unknown to any persons who did not work or undergo treatments there. In fact, every single person who knew what transpired inside had to fill out lengthy and binding non-disclosure agreements with outrageous penalties for disclosing what went on. To date, not a single violation of the non-disclosure agreements had occurred.

Because of that extreme level of exclusiveness, applicants to the Spa were so numerous that the first thing that was requested was 12 months of bank statements. If account balances didn’t show at least $1M for the entire time, you were rejected straight out. That alone made competition to get into the Spa among catty socialites vicious to say the least!

Once wealth was established, applicants completed an extensive questionnaire covering everything from medical history, sexual preferences, politics, current events, world history, etc. This was really just a ruse, because of the hundreds of questions asked, only a dozen or so actually mattered: those evaluating the applicant on their experience with anal sex.

At the same time, a private investigative firm did a thorough background check and an exhaustive online profile. The background check was obviously to keep criminal and law enforcement away. The online profile was so complete that in addition to the normal social media and commerce sites, hidden email addresses, disconnected forum accounts and a surprising amount of otherwise anonymously posted amateur porn was routinely uncovered.

Once anally inclined applicants were identified, each went an exhaustive physical and biometrics evaluation. Any woman with an STD or other serious health problems were immediately disqualified. Only in-shape applications with at least DD cup breasts could advance. The physicals included anal and vaginal speculums to check for fitness as well as catheterization for ‘fresh’ urine samples. Applicants were then asked to fill out a smaller questionnaire with equally pointless questions except for the dozen or so that asked whether they had been turned on by the anal speculum and urethra catheter. Again, only applicants who answered ‘yes’ could continue to the final round of evaluations.

Applicants who were accepted were brought in for personal interviews with one of the Spa’s doctors. This is when they signed the NDA and were briefed on the basics of what went on at the Spa. Certainly, not the higher-level treatments, but just basic treatments and what was to be expected. At this etiler escort point each woman was given the opportunity to leave freely and with no hard feelings. To date, less than a handful of women had walked actually away. Once accepted into the Spa, women were given dietary and exercise requirements and enrolled in daily yoga classes and assigned a personal trainer – if they didn’t already have one that is. They would need that extra flexibility soon enough!

Penélope brought up the close-circuit feed from Hazel’s fitting onto the office’s 75″ 4k television. Hazel’s legs had been pulled backwards a few more inches and were almost on the plane of her shoulders. A few more inches and they could be secured to the treatment frame and she would be ready for her treatments.

All of the endless evaluations and questionnaires led Penélope to today’s final round of selections. She smiled as head shots and body shots – both clothed and naked, front and back – of this week’s 8 final applicants came across her screen. The final round was a consensus yes/no from the Spa’s 10 doctors – 6 women and 4 men. A woman had to get 8 yes’s to be accepted. Scrolling through each one, Penélope gave each one a yes or no based on her normal question: “Would she be willing to eat the woman’s asshole out?” Brunette, 37-year-old neurosurgeon with 36F breasts: yes. Blonde, 26-year-old trophy wife with incredible 34J breasts: certainly! Sandy blonde, 41-year-old executive with 38E breasts: no. Penélope just didn’t care for the woman’s looks. Yes. Yes. No. No. Yes.

With her paperwork complete, Penélope switched her television over to the close-circuit feed to Beth and Summer’s cleaning room. Both were naked from the waist down, strapped to a chair in 180-degree splits, cleanly shaven and being prepared for their high-colonics. Penélope had to giggle to herself when she saw the look on Summer’s face Kaylee produced the 3.00″ wide plug for her mother, Beth. Penélope brought up audio just in time for Kaylee to easily insert the large plug.

“Mamma! Didn’t that hurt?” Summer exclaimed. “That thing was massive!”

“Not really, baby,” Beth replied as she sat back to enjoy her high-colonic. “I’ve been coming here a long time and my bottom is quite used to the Spa’s treatments.” Summer didn’t reply but silently contemplated what that implied for her own tight – for now – bunghole.

She certainly has been, Penélope agreed as she brought up Beth’s treatment plan for today on her computer. She whistled silently to herself as she read down through the summary. Beth was going to be very sore in the morning!

Kaylee was certainly coming along well as a new hire. Perhaps it was time to instruct the young blonde on how to affix a woman to a treatment frame. That was generally the next step in nurse training after learning how to run the cleaning rooms. By this time, Penélope was pretty sure Kaylee had basically guessed what the main treatments at the Spa entailed; even if she had no firsthand clue as to the extreme levels those treatments reached.

The prerequisites for nurses weren’t quite as extensive for those as clients, but they were close; and the Spa paid very well, making competition for placement fierce! Kaylee had met all the educational and physical requirements and had so far not been repulsed by the dilapidated state of all the female nether holes she’d cleaned out in the last month. Penélope was pretty sure she could handle some more responsibility. After all, good help was hard to come by these days.

Penélope pressed her intercom to get Jill’s attention. “Yes, Doctor,” came her voice almost instantly.

“Jill, can you have the head nurse send Patricia to my office after she’s done with Ms. Benedict? I’d like to have a word with her please.”

“No problem, Doctor. I’ll call her right now.”

“Thank you, Jill,” Penélope said happily as she brought Kaylee’s personnel file up on her screen. There were a few items she wanted to review again. “And could you come in here when you’re done please? I need you to do some dictation.”

“Of course, Doctor. I’ll be in in a minute.”

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Duşta başlayan sikiş anlarında devasa yarağı içlerine almaya beyoglu escort devam eden ikiliye iri siki yerleştirip deva yarağı sokarak bu güzelleri düzmeye devam ettim.
Banyoda deva yarağımı bir süre daha içlerine almaya devam eden ablam ve annem o ara iyice uçuşa geçtiler ve yeniden bir birini öperek lez sikişine devam ettiler.
O esnada bunlar bir birini öperken bende seksi şeylerin deliklerin yalamaya başladım.
Arkalarına geçmiştim ve önce biraz ablamın o dar bacak arasına kafayı sokup o harika görünümdeki amına dil atarak yalamaya devam ettim.
Dev siki am deliğine isteyen ablam domaldı ve duşta o sakso anları sokrası hemen iri siki içine almak istedi.
Annem de bir yandan taşaklarımı yalarken ben yeniden ablamın dar olan deliğine yarağı basıp keyifle sikmeye devam ettim,kaliteli sex ve porno hikayeleri dinle,

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