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  • Welcome to Lawson Logistics #6.1: Kendra’s Plaything

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    While Jason is away at his first auction, Kendra customizes her Toy.

    Kendra stood back from her desk and admired the view. While she didn’t have the corner office Jason did, she did have a large window overlooking the ocean. However, that wasn’t what captured her attention at this moment. Her brand new Toy was strapped down and splayed on top of the desk, mouth gagged with Kendra’s own panties to get her more addicted to Kendra’s taste. In all the years she had worked for Lawson Logistics, she never imagined her dream of owning her own Toy would come true. Jason, it seemed, really was a worthwhile friend. Kendra had no illusions about her place in Jason’s hierarchy of women, as even she would’ve been upset if he pursued her over Libby Lawson. Still, she knew that he had risked worsening his relationship with Libby to get Kendra the privilege of a Toy.

    Toys were no small thing to own. Each one ostensibly represented wasted potential. Every girl that was brought to the island was done at a fairly large cost. Surveillance teams, acquisition teams, law enforcement bribes; everything cost money. Since Toys were no longer available to sell (even Dolls in the Dollhouse were rotated out every once in a while), only the Lead Trainer and the Lawsons themselves were allowed to own any. At least, until now. Kendra wasn’t privy to whatever was said to convince Libby, but she did know that she owed Jason big time.

    But, that would have to wait. Her Toy was in front of her. She had just wrapped up her Deputy Trainer duties for the day, and now she was unwinding by wordlessly enjoying watching the little thing squirm. Her tiny A cup tits were rising and falling quickly with her breathing, and the little pink nipples topping them had hardened. Kendra wasn’t certain whether it was from being turned on, or if she was cold. Kendra herself was turned on, since she was brainstorming all the ways she could really mold her Toy into something truly her own.

    While the Toy was 19, you never would’ve guessed it due to her tiny frame. She was only 4’8″, and at 85 lbs, she wasn’t a very large canvas. Her brown hair, which was currently spread all over the desk, was nice and long. Kendra didn’t want to do anything about the length, since longer hair provided more options. However, she thought about ways she could dye it. She reached out and started stroking the Toy’s hair, which caused her to flinch. “It’s ok,” Kendra said. “Mommy is only thinking. I’ve decided I’m going to change your hair.” The Toy turned and met Kendra’s eyes, as if searching for how. “Don’t worry, my pet. I’m not cutting it,” Kendra replied to the silent plea. “Although you’re growing out these shitty bangs.” The Toy’s eyes relaxed. Kendra made a mental note to remember that the Toy loved her hair, just in case she wanted to cause some anguish.

    With the hair figured out, Kendra moved on to the body. She had a marker in hand, ready to doodle any design that came to mind. In all the fantasizing she had done, she never actually settled on her own brand. She looked down at her own tattoo and started drawing on her Toy. As soon as the marker touched the Toy’s porcelain skin, she tensed up. “Relax,” Kendra cooed gently. “Mommy is figuring out how best to mark you as mine.” This was a strange side of herself that Kendra was just discovering. Almost every other girl she trained brought out a visceral desire to dominate. Her Toy, however, brought out a softer side. It was likely because she was hers and hers alone. Sure, Kendra could and would be aggressive with her. But for right now, in the privacy of her office, Kendra genuinely wanted her Toy to relax. At least, as much as she could while being strapped down naked and gagged. Kendra couldn’t allow her to get TOO comfortable, afterall.

    After several minutes, Kendra leaned back and admired her work. The Toy’s body was covered in failed drawings, but she settled on a design she liked. It was a stylized ‘K’, with thorns on the lines and rose flowers on the ends. She didn’t have colored markers, but she imagined the ‘K’ itself to be a dark green, emulating stems, with the roses being a classic red. “That’ll do,” Kendra said as she stepped back and admired her work. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up so we can truly make you mine.” Jason had given her standing permission to use his shower whenever she needed, so Kendra led her Toy to the bathroom. Kendra had been in here many times before, but she still felt a little awestruck as she walked through the office. It was larger than the shitty apartment she rented in her former life, with significantly better amenities.

    Once in the bathroom, she ordered her Toy to stop just shy of the shower entrance. The girl stopped obediently, but looked confused. Kendra smiled before saying, “Undress me.” The Toy bowed, acknowledging her command, then stepped behind Kendra and slowly started unzipping her dress. Kendra watched the Toy in one of the floor-length mirrors as she sneakily brushed her hands against Kendra’s back, as if to caress it. “You like that?” Kendra asked seductively. She could see the Toy gulp as the zipper reached the end of its track. Kendra did a little shimmy, and her dress fell to the ground. She turned around to see the Toy blushing and avoiding eye contact. “I asked you a question,” Kendra said softly as she reached out and gently forced the girl to look at her. “”Do you like undressing Mommy?” Her Toy slowly nodded. Her English comprehension was stellar, even before she went through the language program. Ironically, she probably picked it up from watching a lot of American porn. Kendra backed up into the shower and turned the water on. “Do you want to touch Mommy?” Her Toy swallowed before nodding again. “Then come in here and make your Mommy feel good.”

    The Toy wasted no time. She joined Kendra in the warm torrent and began running her tiny hands all over her body. It seemed the little Slut wanted to engage in foreplay before the main event. Kendra moaned as her Toy gently caressed her abdomen and pubic area; being careful not to touch anything too sensitive. Was her Toy really teasing her? Goaded by the audacity, Kendra grabbed her head and shoved it against her. At 5’5″, Kendra’s height meant that her boobs were right around the Toy’s mouth-level, which the Toy took full advantage of and started to suck. “Mmmm, that’s right. Suck on Mommy’s titties.” The Toy expertly complied, being sure to give both boobs attention, all while her fingers finally found Kendra’s pussy and started slowly rubbing.

    Kendra couldn’t take it anymore. She wasn’t one to need foreplay to be ready, and her Toy’s teasing only served to spur her into more aggression. She pulled her little Toy away from her body and grabbed one of the shower’s several extra showerheads. Then, she laid on the ground and spread her legs. “Enough teasing. Mommy’s made you dinner, so eat up.” The Toy’s eyes grew wide with excitement as she dropped down, eager to please. Kendra made sure to situate her in a 69 position before shoving the Toy’s head between her legs. Then, she turned on the showerhead in her hand and adjusted the temperature to hot. She moaned from her Toy’s tonguing as she pointed the pressurized water directly at the little pink lips in front of her. Kendra felt as the Toy sharply inhaled as she felt the hot water assault her pussy, inadvertently sucking hard on her clit. It felt heavenly.

    After the initial shock, the Toy redoubled her efforts to please her Mommy. Even with the water obscuring the view, Kendra could see the Toy’s pussy leaking viscous fluid. “You like this, don’t you, you little Slut?” Kendra began, hardening her tone. The Toy responded by starting to fuck Kendra with her tongue. Fuck, that felt incredible. “Dou like eating your Mommy out as she scalds your little pussy?” she continued. “You want to be a good little girl and please me so that you might get rewarded, don’t you?” The Toy stopped using her tongue to fuck Kendra, and switched to using her slender fingers, returning her mouth to focusing on her clit.

    Kendra knew she wouldn’t last much longer. “Good girl. You’re Mommy’s little Slut, aren’t you?” Without missing a beat, the Toy managed to moan, “Mmhm.” “Then earn your orgasm. Make Mommy cum!” she demanded. To add urgency to the Toy’s situation, Kendra used her thighs to lock the girl’s face in position. The Toy increased her tempo, flicking her tongue at a pace Kendra would’ve thought was impossible. Her fingers dove inside and started eagerly caressing Kendra’s G-spot. Kendra tossed the showerhead aside so she could fully enjoy her Toy’s attention. As soon as she did, she felt her orgasm descending. “Fuck, Mommy’s almost there,” she encouraged. Pleasure began to pool in Kenda’s abdomen and rapidly traveled to her pussy. Right before she was sent over the edge, Kendra slapped her Toy’s ass. Hard. The muffled scream added an extra vibration that elevated Kendra’s orgasm to a whole new level.

    Kendra rode out the spasms, keeping the Toy locked in place. After roughly 30 seconds, she came back to earth and released her Toy’s head. Amazingly, she immediately turned around and started gently kissing her way up Kendra’s stomach, to her boobs, neck, then stopped and looked into Kendra’s eyes with genuine care. “Did I please you, Mommy?” she asked, her English not nearly as accented as it was 10 days ago. “Yes, you did,” Kendra replied. She pointed to the discarded showerhead. “You have earned yourself one orgasm.” The Toy eagerly grabbed it and, without being asked, positioned herself so that Kendra got a perfect view of her pussy. She aimed the hot water directly onto her engorged clit, while her free hand started twisting her left nipple. “Th… Thank you, Mommy!” she said through hitched breaths.

    Kendra moved and sat so that her Toy was between her legs, with her back leaning onto her chest. “You were such a good girl,” Kendra cooed into her ear. “You made Mommy feel so good. And now, Mommy wants you to cum in her arms.” The Toy’s breathing increased in intensity. “Mommy wants me to cum?” she asked, clearly rapidly approaching her climax. “That’s right,” Kendra whispered directly into the Toy’s ear. “Mommy wants to see you cum. So, cum for me. Cum for Mommy.” Her Toy’s back suddenly arched and her legs snapped closed as her orgasm crashed into her like a freight train. Kendra gently ran her fingers through the Toy’s hair as she came down from her high. “Good girl.”

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    The buzzing stopped, and Marcy sat back and admired her work. Kendra’s Toy sat naked in her chair, looking a little flush, but otherwise surprisingly ok for someone who just got a tattoo on her inner thigh. “How’s that look?” she asked. Kendra stepped over and admired the ink. “It looks better than I could’ve imagined, Marcy. Thank you!” Marcy smiled. “No problem. I don’t get to do this very often, so I should be the one thanking you.” Kendra waggled her finger. “None of that. The last time you ‘thanked’ me, I couldn’t walk straight for two days!”

    Marcy laughed and ran her fingers through her dark blue hair. “And what if that’s what I was trying to get? I know you’re just dying to get me between your legs again.” “Soon, I promise.” Kendra responded. “And you can experience my Toy, as well.” Marcy looked at the small figure in her chair. “Deal. I know you’re busy, being a Deputy Trainer now. But please, don’t make it TOO long.” Marcy’s voice dropped and gained a playful edge as she looked Kendra in the eyes. “You wouldn’t want me to be starving when you finally came by.” Marcy held her gaze for several seconds before breaking it off. “But for now, I have more work to do on your Toy! Piercings first, then we can make sure the dye set properly.”

    “That’s right,” Kendra said. “Thanks to you, I know what it’s like to be pleasured by a pierced tongue, and I want more of that.” Marcy chuckled. “Pierce your Toy all you want, it still won’t be me,” she said flirtatiously. “Oh, just you wait until you see what she can do with her tongue,” Kendra replied. “But until then,” Kendra held up a metal ring with four chains connected to it; each capped with a small clip, “I want hoops through her nipples and clit. And yes, her actual clit, not the hood.” Marcy looked at the Toy. “You hear that? Your little nub’s getting bedazzled.” The Toy nodded meekly. “If that’s what Mommy wants.”

    Marcy looked at Kendra and laughed. “Mommy? Seriously?” “Shut the fuck up, Marcy!” Kendra shot back. “Look at her and tell me you wouldn’t do the same thing!” Marcy turned and took in the Toy’s small figure, as if for the first time. After a couple seconds, she shook her head. “Damnit, you’re right.” “Exactly,” Kendra said triumphantly as she reached and grabbed a piercing needle from Marcy’s work table. “Now, let’s get poking.”

    The piercing process was relatively quick. The Toy obediently stuck out her tongue so Marcy could get a stud in. Then, at Kendra’s orders, she teased her own nipples so they were stiff and ready for the small hoops. Finally, Marcy tapped the Toy’s legs. “Time to show me your button,” she said. Slowly, the toy opened her legs, revealing a slick, gleaming pussy. “Hey Kendra, I think your Toy likes what’s happening.” Kendra moved over and looked, causing the Toy to blush. “Well, that’s really encouraging,” Kendra said. “If she likes this, then she’s going to love what it’s going to get used for.”

    Marcy nodded, then brought her piercing needle between the Toy’s legs. It was too slick for her to manage on her own, so she had the Toy hold her pussy lips open so she could get a good angle. “You might want to hold her legs open,” Marcy said to Kendra. Kendra moved over and grabbed the Toy’s knees. Marcy didn’t warn the Toy as she quickly and expertly ran the needle through her clit. As expected, she screamed and tried to slam her legs shut, which Kendra prevented. What wasn’t expected was the faceful of squirt that Marcy received. “Holy fucking shit, this girl’s crazy!” she exclaimed. “Now I’m even more jealous!”

    Without missing a beat, Kendra, who was now dealing with her own soaked pussy, barked an order at her Toy. “Clean Marcy up, and apologize for making a mess!” The Toy, who seemed to be in a shocked haze at what happened, clumsily sat up and started licking Marcy’s face. “I’m sorry, Mistress. Thank you for marking me for Mommy.” Marcy simply looked at Kendra. “This girl is something else.”

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    Kendra stood behind her Toy as she looked at herself in the mirror in Jason’s bathroom. She ran her fingers over right inner thigh where her new tattoo now sat, a permanent reminder of who she belonged to. It and her piercings were fully healed, using a similar balm that Processing used to heal scars. She opened her mouth and admired the blue stud that now adorned her tongue while Kendra started to run her fingers through her hair; now dyed black and fading to dark purple on the end. She had been given a topical cream for her bangs, which would grow out in a matter of days. Lastly, she brought her fingers to the small hoops through her nipples and clit, giving the metal testing taps.

    “Do you like it?” Kendra asked? The Toy turned and nodded. “I love it,” she replied, still trying to get used to her new tongue piercing. “Thank you for marking me, Mommy.” Kendra smiled. “Good, because we’ve gotten to the best part.” Kendra walked over to a sink and grabbed something off it. “Close your eyes.” The Toy did as she was told, and she felt tight leather wrap around her neck. Then, she felt as Kendra’s hands cupped each of her boobs, followed by cold metal touching her skin. Lastly, Kendra’s hands reached between her legs, and again left cold metal in their place. “Open your eyes.”

    The Toy saw what Kendra had done. The circle and chains she had seen earlier were now secured to her body. Two of the chains were attached to her nipples, one was attached to her new collar, and the last was attached to her clit. Kendra grabbed the hoop they were all attached to and gave it a gentle tug. An indescribably overwhelming sensation overcame the Toy, and she almost collapsed on the spot. Still, she stayed standing, in part because Kendra held her.

    “Perfect,” Kendra said. I have one last thing for you. She reached and clipped something to her Toy’s collar. When she looked in the mirror, she saw that it was a tag that had both Kanji and English writing etched into it: Bara.


  • MY RELATIONSHIP WITH ANOTHER WOMAN

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    I am Annie, I was just past forty when my second husband and I parted ways. instead of attempting to commence a new relationship with another man, one of my girlfriends suggested, “Why not have a relationship with another woman? You are still a very attractive woman Annie.”

    Why not indeed! I was only eighteen-years old when an older woman licked and sucked my nipples for the first time while I enjoyed flaunting my topless body for her. Ever since then having my nipples licked and sucked is a major turn on for me, by women and men.

    I was nineteen-years old when a woman seduced me and licked me to a climax for the first time. I decided on some cosplay for her, I wanted to make a real event of my first lesbian experience. I dressed in my black lingerie with a garter belt to hold my stockings up, no knickers or bra under a short black dress. Lots of sexual tension when Diana, a tall size-12 brunette with long legs and a slim body told me I was a very exciting woman as we passionately tongue kissed. Ten minutes later I was flat on my back on the bed, still with my stockings and garter belt, as she licked my clitoris, then my cunt lips after she licked and sucked my nipples.

    She was so sexy for me, so good. I was hooked, telling her, subconsciously, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, I love it, so good, don’t stop.” That was my first climax with another woman, my first climax for another woman. So good, so sexy. Since then I make a point of telling any potential lovers, male or female, “I love being licked and teased.”

    Making it obvious for the right partner, male or female, I have a thing about oral sex. Making it obvious I have a thing about being licked out. A serious thing about being licked out. So serious I make a point of having my pubic hair waxed, fussy about the way it looks in a range of styles over time for my lovers. So exciting when some of my sexual partners, male and female offered to wax me, or shave me. Always wonderful foreplay for me.

    The first time I had two women, or should I say two women had me was very exciting for me. Less than ten minutes after I arrived at their lavish condo they had me naked apart from my heels and my g-string – and very aroused. Sexually aroused. I was pleased to see they both had sexy, feminine bodies as they asked me to undress them as I kissed each of them turn.

    The first time another woman had licked me out while her partner watched, kissing me and sucking my nipples while she talked to me. Sitting on my face while her partner gave me exquisite cunnilingus, fucking me with her tongue.

    I was twenty-years old when I finally surrendered to a man. Realising I needed to adhere to the moral expectations of the day. Every woman was expected to have a male partner or husband.

    The first time I had a man while another woman watched, the man wanted his partner to watch. I made a point of turning her on, and myself, by asking her to undress me. Her hands were shaking as she undid the clip on my g-string and it dropped to my ankles. Then I stood naked in just my heels with my hands on the wall as her man kissed my ass and I looked his partner in the eye, teasing her to kiss me before she watched her man have me, fuck me while she watched.

    Just as my girlfriend suggested instead of attempting to commence a new relationship with another man, I set out to have a relationship with another woman. Her words, her compliment, you are still a very attractive woman Annie, resonating with me There are lots of bi-women out there who would find you sexually attractive. And lots of lip stick lesbians. And lots of straight women.

    She was correct, there were lots of bi-women out there who found me sexually attractive. And lots of lip stick lesbians. And lots of straight women. Though my preference was for lip stick lesbians, classy lip stick lesbians.

    I met Elaine at a singles function for men and women. We made eye connect across the crowded room. Two smartly dressed lip stick lesbians with an obvious sexual chemistry. Both of us on the wrong side of forty. Lots of questions. Similar answers. Elaine was newly divorced. Trying to avoid another relationship with a man.

    Turning heads when we left the function holding hands. Sharing a late meal at a nearby bistro. Learning we had similar tastes and preferences across wide ranging topics. We already knew we were going to become lovers. Building the sexual tension. I invited Elaine to my apartment for dinner the next night.

    Kissing passionately when Elaine arrived. Admiring the feminine way we had dressed for each other. Flirting with each other as we ate and sipped champagne. Kissing with our tongues while we undressed each other. Admiring each others naked bodies. Talking to each other while we made love. Telling each other what we wanted, what we liked. Wonderful sapphic pleasure. Eating each other out. Making love and fucking each other until early morning.

    We developed a wonderful sapphic relationship. Making love three or four times a week. Sharing weekends together from Friday night to Monday morning. New levels of exciting lesbian sexual pleasure.

    A few weeks later Elaine tempted me when she asked me if I would like to share another woman with her. Why not?

    The other woman was much younger than us, though a very classy lip stick lesbian working for one of the major corporations. Elaine undressed her for me while I was sitting on a stool, naked with my legs apart. Elaine was standing behind me, teasing my nipples while the other woman licked my clitoris, arousing me even more. Teasing and edging me. Building up to a climax for another woman while Elaine watched. Kissing me over my shoulder while I climaxed for another woman

    Then a succession of younger women. Teenage girls. Making love to Elaine while a teenage girl watched. Elaine making love to me while a teenage girl watched. Both of us aware we were a bi-sexual turn on for the young girls while they watched.

    Then two teenage girls, one each. Watching each other making love to a teenage girl for the first time. Boosting our egos, making love to a teenage girl, licking a teenage girl to a climax while they talked to us. The thought of a teenage girl seducing me in a one-on-one situation was weighing on my mind.

    I had watched teenage girls seducing older women in video clips, making love to older women in a one-on-one situation. They were always so comfortable with each other. The young girls always so confident seducing an older woman. How could young girls that age be so sexually confident, so good, so experienced? I had to have a young girl to seduce me. Make love to me. Bring me to an exciting climax in a one-on-one situation.

    I wanted a full on seduction. While I watched the video clips convincing myself I had to have a full on seduction from a young girl. Teasing myself to a climax while I imagined a young girl was seducing me. Undressing me. Making love to me. Licking and kissing my naked body. Teasing me, edging me while she licked my clitoris. Teasing me, edging me while she licked and kissed my freshly waxed cunt lips.

    My libido, my bi-sexual side was in overdrive. What type of your girl would I like to seduce me? What type of young girl would I prefer to seduce me? What type of young girl would I like to seduce me? What type of young girl would like to seduce me? Seduce a bi-sexual woman twice her age?

    I had told one of my female friends I wanted a young girl to seduce me. My same female friend introduced me to Helen over coffee, a gorgeous, nineteen-year old girl. My friend could read our vibe, she excused herself after a few minutes, leaving Helen and me alone.

    We talked openly about many things, work, home, politics, the environment. Lots of tension when I started talking to her about sex. She was listening intently when I told her, I was just past forty when my second husband and I parted ways. Explaining one of my girlfriends had told me I was still a very attractive woman to boost my confidence. She suggested, why not have a relationship with another woman, instead of attempting to commence a new relationship with another man?

    When Helen held my hand and told me,“You are still a very attractive woman Annie,” that was when I told her I wanted her to seduce me, to be seduced by her, to live out my sexual fantasy with her.

    When I paid the bill, we were both flattered when the cashier told us. “Your mother and you are a very attractive couple.” Or had he read our body language?

    I decided on some cosplay for Helen, I wanted to make a real event of my first lesbian experience with her. I made a point of dressing as a horny, forty-year old lip stick lesbian would. Heels and my black lingerie with a garter belt to hold my stockings up, a cup-less bra under a short black dress, no knickers.

    When Helen arrived she looked wonderful, kissing me with her tongue, returning her kisses. “I’m in charge tonight Annie. I want to seduce you. I am going to seduce. Make love to you. Give you sapphic pleasure. You are a beautiful, desirable woman for me. A real woman.”

    Helen was making me feel like a beautiful, desirable woman, a lip stick lesbian. Talking sexy to me while she commenced seducing me (though she had commenced seducing me mentally moments after I first set eyes on her.) Lifting my short black dress to expose my pussy, no knickers

    Kissing me with her tongue while she told me my short black dress would look even better around my ankles. “Your beautiful almost naked body is a huge turn on for me Annie. I love your black lingerie and that sexy garter belt to hold up your stockings. And I love your beautiful, waxed pussy without any knickers. Your tits in that cup-less bra are a bonus turn on for me.

    Such a feeling of relief, one of my long held sexual fantasies was finally happening. A gorgeous, nineteen-year old girl, a classy lip stick lesbian, was seducing me. Kissing and licking me. Sexually arousing me. Helen did take control. Talking to me while she licked my clitoris. I was so wet for her.

    Helen was confident and experienced enough, to build sexual anticipation for me, anticipation is pleasure itself. Alternately using the tip of her tongue, then the flat of it, and her lips as she explored my vulva, all three sensations a little different, providing subtly different sensations for both of us.

    Spreading my labia, focusing above my clitoris, using a finger, interspersing horizontal finger strokes across my glans with vertical tongue strokes. Increasing my arousal, inserting a single finger, using her tongue to enhance my arousal.

    Touching my breasts, squeezing my nipples, caressing my stomach. Continuing to apply persistent licks. Under my clitoral hood, sliding it back, licking it. Kissing all around my thighs, Licking around my Venus mound.

    Teasing me, edging me, taking her time. building more sexual anticipation, creating more sexual pleasure for me. Bringing me close to a climax, then backing off a little, teasing me, edging me delaying my climax, my orgasm. I wanted an incredibly powerful climax. I needed an incredibly powerful climax from Helen.

    Grinding her crotch against mine. Approaching slowly and gently, my hips starting to thrust, using primal hip movements to guide my pressure and speed, wanting to increase the intensity for both of us. Confirming I needed an incredibly powerful climax from Helen.

    She was using her fingers, fingering me while she licked my clitoris, wanting to provide me intense, explosive sexual pleasure as her finger brushed against my g-spot. Talking to me, a sexy conversation. “I love to fuck an older woman with my tongue, you are a real woman, such an exciting woman Annie, so good. Tell me what you want Annie? Slow and sensual or rougher, harder, or faster. Tell me and will give you what you want. Tell me, don’t hold back.”

    “i want you to fuck me, like a lesbian, like a lip stick lesbian until I climax for you. Tease me, edge me. Like that, just like that, don’t stop. You are so good Helen, so fucking good. “Fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt. Make me climax.”

    Helen did fuck me, like a lesbian, like a lip stick lesbian until I climaxed for her. Once, twice three times.

    My sex life had taken exciting, new directions since my second husband and I parted ways. It was sexually exciting living the new life of a lip stick lesbian. Though I hadn’t seen a naked man in months, or seen a man’s erection, or had a man to fuck me when I met Gary at a work function. He told me he was twenty-two, half my age, when I looked closely at him.The type of young man I had dreamed about for years before I changed sides

    I felt very comfortable when I told him after my second husband and I parted ways, one of my girlfriends suggested have a relationship with another woman. Lots of questions for me. He was very direct, and so tempting for me. “You are a very attractive woman Annie. I have a thing about older women. Are you a committed lesbian now? When was the last time a man fucked you? I would enjoy making love to you. Fucking you with my big, thick cock. Your female lovers need never know.”

    Gary was so tempting for me. An hour later I had invited him to my condo. Kissing with our tongues when he told me again, “I have a thing about older women Annie. I would enjoy making love to you. Fucking you with my big, thick cock. Your female lovers need never know.”

    He was so direct and so tempting for me. I hadn’t seen a naked man in months, or seen a man’s erection, or had a man to fuck me for so long. A twenty-two year old man, just half my age was so tempting for me. When he told me, “Your female lovers need never know,” while he exposed himself for me, opening his trousers to expose his cock and balls for me, I had forgotten I had female lovers.

    His cock was huge, far bigger than any man I could remember. Even bigger when he undressed me, to show him my naked body. I had my hand wrapped around his erection while we kissed like teenagers.

    Telling me again, “I have a thing about older women Annie. I want to fuck you with my big cock. Your female lovers need never know.”

    He did fuck me with his huge, rock hard erection. Three times that night. Before he left early in the morning, he told me again, “Your female lover need never know.”

    Though a week later my female lover Mandy did know. “You cheating, sexy bitch. You fucked a man behind my back. You are far too good to let go. I am going to punish you instead. Is there any special way you would like me to punish you for cheating on me? And after I punish you I am going have my way with you.”

    Pleasure and pain, another sexual fantasy playing out when Mandy punished me. Psychologically punished me, making me watch her have sex with Gary, the twenty-two year old man, just half my age, who had fucked me. He was also half Mandy’s age.

    I had almost forgotten how big Gary’s cock was when erect. His cock was huge, far bigger than any man I could remember. Even bigger when Mandy, my same sex lover had her hand wrapped around his erection while we kissed like teenagers. Passionately kissed with our tongues.

    Gary was fucking her while I watched. Pleasure and emotional pain. Revenge pain for me. Though it was so exciting, sexually exciting watching two of my lovers making love and fucking

    So good afterwards when Mandy made love to me. Had her way with me. Licked me out, while Gary watched. Kiss and make up sex. Fuck and make up sex. The best type of sex.


  • BI-SEXUAL SANDRA FROM LONDON

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    This Wednesday my agent Ada has organized an assignment for me with another ‘high profile lady visiting from London’, a not unusual occurrence.

    “Sandra leaves for London tomorrow after a round of successful business meetings. We had coffee together this morning. She has a good chunk of spare expense money to splurge. Sandra is very attractive, fifty, a full size-twelve, shoulder length blond hair, with a good body, and she appears to have a very good rack. My guess is she may be bi. I would be very happy to have sex with her,” my agent Ada told as she emailed me some pics of Sandra. Her pics matched Ada’s version perfectly. Ada always insists on current pics after being embarrassed by some of her clients in the past.

    “She wants to meet you in the foyer of the Hyatt at two to make sure you and her are on the same page.”

    I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock, ten-inches when erect. I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort.

    That was before Ada asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people with lots of sexual fetishes.”

    At five-minutes after two Sandra introduced herself. Immediate chemistry and connection as we looked over each other while waiting for a coffee. She was wearing black heels, an above the knee black dress, low cut to show some inviting cleavage, with a white jacket.

    She had my full attention as she crossed and recrossed her legs for my benefit. “Before we get down to business, I wanted to look you over to ensure and confirm you were what Ada promised. I want to live out one of my fantasies today, perhaps more than one. I am hanging out for a good fucking, a really good fucking,” she told me without any embarrassment in an attractive, polished English accent.

    “I have never fucked a man twenty-years younger than me. And I have never fucked a man with a thick, ten-inch erection. Ada told me you have a thick, ten-inch erection. Is that true?,” she asked a little agitated as she rubbed a hand over my groin.

    “Yes, I do have a thick, ten-inch erection when fully aroused and right now I am on my way to being fully aroused,” I answered truthfully.

    “Ada also told me you have an ass fetish. I am confident I can feed and satisfy your fetish. Have you and Ada ever been lovers? We had a long conversation, she speaks highly of you. I suspect she may be bi.”

    “A gentleman never tells.”

    “Just as I thought, you have been lovers.”

    By now our conversation and the use of fuck word were drawing the attention of people at tables close by.

    “Do you have any questions for me?, Sandra asked.

    “Are you a natural blond? Do you shave or wax?”

    “You can find out soon.”

    “Is that a cup-less bra you are wearing?”

    “Yes, Are my nipples obvious? I wanted them to be obvious for you.”

    “What size cup-less bra are you wearing?”

    “A sexy, lacy, black one, 36C cup. Is there anything I can do to make this afternoon exciting for both of us?”

    “Go to the bathroom and come back with your knickers in your handbag.”

    “Happy to oblige, but I aren’t wearing any,” she smiled wickedly as she crossed her legs to show the full length of her wonderful creamy thighs.

    “I want to come to your room in five minutes time and be greeted by you wearing nothing but the jacket you are wearing now, your heels, and your cup-less bra.”

    When Sandra arrived I hadn’t taken any notice of her ass. As I watched her walk to the elevators and recalled her saying, “I am confident I can feed your fetish.” She had already commenced feeding my ass fetish as she swayed her hips for my benefit. A real buzz for me and all the others watching, though I was only one aware she had no knickers.

    “There is an adage in business, you only get one chance to make a first impression. This is my second,” Sandra smiled, legs spread, as she opened the door five-minutes later. Her magnificent, lush, creamy white, almost naked body had me fully erect. Her trimmed jet black pubic hair was an exciting contrast to her blond hair.

    “Is this what you wanted Micael? Nothing but my jacket, my heels, and my cup-less bra. Though I feel overdressed, take my jacket off for me. The bedroom has mirrors on all sides and the ceiling,” she told me holding my hand as she led me. “I think an almost naked body in nothing but heels and a cup-less bra is a turn on for both sexes, Is It a turn on for you?,” she teased as she watches me ogling her ass cheeks as she walked.

    “Do you have an erection for me?,” she teased knowing I have had an absolute boner, obvious under my tight slacks, for her since I walked in, before I flaunted it for her, sliding my trousers to my ankles, then my thong, exposing my erection for her.

    “I have always wondered what a ten-inch erection looks like in the flesh, a lot more exciting than porno pics. That is magnificent,” she told me in an agitated voice as she stroked it. “Lick my nipples while I tease your cock.”

    We fucked every which way, watching each other in the mirrors, Sandra facing my toes, sliding up and down my erection with my hands on her magnificent ass while I ogled it.

    Sandra standing with her hands on the wall for support as I fucked her from behind, my hands grasping her ass cheeks. Sandra sitting on my face, then sixty-nines. Lots of teasing and edging.

    We were laying on the bed, while I fucked her from behind, my hands grasping her ass cheeks, tongue kissing before she started taking to me’ “I am fantasizing about sucking a third man’s cock. “Or maybe another woman licking and sucking my nipples. Fuck me harder while I keep fantasizing.”

    At around five, in the afterglow of our wonderful sex, Sandra asked, “Did I tell you I have arranged for Ada to visit tonight? I want to have sex with her and leave for home sexually satiated by a man and a woman. Are you happy to make up a three-some?,” Sandra asked as she teased my now flaccid cock with a fingertip.

    “She told me when you fucked her, she had never had a ten-inch fuck before, though that was long after she interviewed you. She also told me you were very comfortable having a male give you a blow job as long as a female was watching.

    “If Ada was to bring a suitable man with her would you be comfortable with her and I watching that man give you a blow job? I love watching my men receiving a blow job from another man, though I have never watched a man your size receive a blow job from another male.”

    “Did she tell you who?”

    “She said you know Julian well. Tease me, tempt me, tell me about him.”

    “I still remember it well, it was very exciting at the time. Before I could work for Ada she told me there would be an interview process. On the day I had been ogling Ada’s body, fantasizing about her as she crossed and recrossed her legs and lusting after her since I arrived. Forty-ish, at the time, huge sex appeal and beautifully spoken.

    There were two showers, before the audition, Julian and I showered while Ada watched. “Bad form to have sex with my people, but I can show you my naked body to turn you on,” she told us.

    She asked us, “Does my naked body turn you on? How about Julian’s naked body? He is a pretty boy isn’t he. And he is very talented I have been told. I want to watch him blow you to check if you can achieve a thick, ten-inch erection for both sexes.”

    “Ada told me I was magnificent, fucking awesome, while she measured my rock hard erection with a tape measure. “You really are ten-inches and thick. Now let’s see how long you can last for.”

    “You two are very good, most impressive, that was more than thirty minutes,” Ada smiled as she looked at her stopwatch moments after I exploded and hit the back of Julian’s throat.”

    “Wow, how exciting, I would love to watch another man give you a blow job. Would you like me to watch?”

    “You know I would love you to watch another man give me a blow job, while I ogle your naked body Sandra.”

    Sandra ordered a wonderful dinner for us, delivered by a girl and a boy in their early twenties. When they returned an hour later to take away the trolley and the dishes, Sandra asked if they would take some photos on her phone to show her friends back in London.

    We were both naked underneath the short gowns supplied by the hotel as we stood arm in arm for the initial pics. “Would you be comfortable taking some more intimate pics of us?,” Sandra asked as she put her heels on and opened her gown, then mine.

    “Are you comfortable taking pics of our naked bodies?,” Sandra teased knowing they were both very excited. “My 36C tits will photograph better in my cup-less bra,” she told the room service girl as she asked her fasten it for her.

    “Are you sure you don’t mind,” she teased as the boy, his erection obvious, took some pics of us front on with a hand on each others ass cheeks.

    “Now some really intimate pics,” she told them as I kissed her ass cheeks in turn, licked her nipples until they were erect before I kelt between her legs and licked her cunt lips.

    “Have you ever seen a man with an erection his size?,” Sandra asked them as she teased it to a thick, ten-inches. “Would you like to touch it?, she asked the girl as the boy kept taking pics.

    “This is the shot I specially want to show my friends back in London, side on sucking the tip of his erection.”

    We showered together and were fresh and ready for new levels of sexual pleasure. Shortly before Ada was expected we were wearing the short hotel dressing gowns without the belts. “Let’s make an impression and go with the flow,” Sandra smiled.

    Ada arrived at eight with a pretty young man I had never seen before. “This is Cody, he is at the interview stage for my agency. I am sure you will be fine if we combine business with pleasure? I want to see if he can give a man with a thick, ten-inch erection a gold level blow job while two naked women watch.”

    “You and I have unfinished business, lots of unfinished business Sandra,” Ada whispered as they softly tongue kissed and undressed each other.

    “I have been fantasizsing about you ever since we had coffee,” Sandra told her as they continued softly tongue kissing, while Sandra ogled her size 12-14 voluptuous body, good skin, wonderful legs, big firm ass and C-cup tits with big nipples. Her shaved and trimmed pubes contrasted beautifully with her blond hair and naked body. Ada was a pornographers delight for both sexes!

    “Have you ever had a man that big before Cody?,” Ada asked as I stood with my back to the wall, hands behind my head anticipating an exciting blow job from a man younger than me, while two bi-sex, exciting, older, naked women watch. “Don’t rush it, make it exciting and erotic for all of us.”

    Cody rubbed oil over my inner thighs, then my torso, with special attention to my erect nipples as he licked and sucked them. Then soft oily hands on my already semi-erect cock.

    Sandra and Ada were both wearing heels, legs spread, naked apart from their heels, with their arms around each other, two blonds with jet black pubic hair – I like it – as they watched Cody teasing my cock with his fingertips. He had me fully erect as he slid a loosely closed hand along my cock while he licked my nipples.

    He was licking my balls while he teased just the tip of my erection with the tips of two fingers and his tongue while I watched Ada and Sandra teasing each others cunt lips with a fingertip.

    Ada was standing behind Sandra, kissing her neck, with one hand on her tits, the other on her cunt lips as Cody teased his nipples with the tip of my roaring erection. “Oh fuck yes,” I muttered involuntarily as he slid my fully erect, thick, ten-inch cock between his pursed lips while I looked down at his erection, unsure if it is for me or the two women. Perhaps both options?

    The only contact Cody and I had was his lips on my very erect cock as he knelt with his hands on his ankles for balance. He was edging me and teasing the the women as he re-commenced teasing just the tip of my erection with his tongue. Then ran his tongue along my shaft before taking it back into his mouth.

    He was using his tongue while moving up and down my shaft. Then rotating a hand around the base of my erection for wonderful extra sensation.

    “Are you ready for this? Do you want it?,” he teased loud enough for the women to hear as he took a huge amount of my erection into his throat for just a brief moment.

    “That is awesome, just fucking awesome,” Ada whispered as Cody slowly sucked more I and more of my erection. “He has more than half his erection down his throat. I wish I could do that.”

    “My goal is to give you and the women pleasure, sexual pleasure, lots of it before I bring you to orgasm,” Cody whispered.

    “You boys have been going at it for twenty minutes, I am impressed. And turned on,” Ada told us as she checked her stop watch.

    The two women had changed positions, Sandra was standing behind Ada, kissing her neck, with one hand on her tits, the other on her cunt lips. Wonderful eye candy as I was almost ready to orgasm.

    “Your cock is like an iron bar, a big thick one,” Cody whispered as he sucked and licked just the tip of my erection while running a thumb-tip and fingertip along the full length of it. He was increasing the pressure with each stroke. My body was arching toward him as I watched the two women for their reaction – and an extra turn on.

    “How close are you?,” Sandra asked as she tongue kissed me and placed one of my hands on her ass. Before she could ask again my knees were shaking as Cody finished me off with one hand and brought himself off with the other.

    “That was wonderful foreplay boys,” Ada smiled obviously aroused as Sandra stood behind her again and kisses her neck before they tongue kissed.

    “From the moment we met for coffee I wanted to tongue fuck you Ada,” Sandra told her.

    “I know you did, and I wanted you to. And I wanted to do the same to you before you had me,” Ada whispered as Sandra stood where I was, her hands behind her head, legs spread as Ada licks her cunt lips.

    Ada was laying on her back as Sandra whispered, “This is very exciting for me, a new foursome in a new city,” as she sat on her face so Ada could lick her cunt lips and tease her nipples with her fingertips. I had heard Ada was bi-sexual, and very good at it, though I had never seen her giving lesbian sex. Ada was grasping Sandra’s ass cheeks as she guided Sandra’s cunt lips along her extended tongue.

    “Is this what you wanted me to do Ada?,” Cody asked as he laid between Ada’s legs, wrapped his arms along her wonderful thighs and teased her cunt lips with his tongue.

    I had lost track of time when Ada stood where I had earlier, legs spread, hands behind her head, Sandra’s hands grasping her ass as Ada leaned her body towards Sandra’s tongue to soak up the sapphic pleasure.

    I was watching Ada, my agent, in a completely new dimension as Sandra brought her to a climax with her tongue. Then again, with her tongue and a finger. Then again, with her tongue and two fingers. “I thought you would be good, but not this good. You are magnificent, fucking magnificent Sandra.”

    “I am so pleased you like it Ada, I’m not finished with you yet though,” Sandra smiled as she licked her erect nipples. “Am I edging and teasing you? I want to give you something to remember me by. I want to make you squirt for me while the boys watch.”

    Ada’s body was thrusting forward, even more than before as Sandra lightly licked her very wet cunt lips, her hands grasping her ass cheeks, then licking her engorged clit. She was doing wonderful things to Ada’s cunt lips as she inserted a finger into her, then curled it around to her g-spot.

    We could hear Ada gasp as Sandra removed her finger, edging her, then reinserting it and repeating it. Six times, seven times, “I love it, fucking love it, my cunt loves it.” Then eight times as her whole body shook while she climaxed and squirted. “So good, so fucking good Sandra. “Did you like watching that boys?”

    “Indeed we did,” Cody and I told her with new erections.

    Before Ada departed she asked Cody and I if we would like to perform for an audience of sixty women. “They are holding a business seminar and requiring some entertainment at the end of proceedings. The women range in age from mid-twenties to fifty-plus.”

    “Of course,” we answered as one, excited at the thought of performing for sixty women. Not to mention teasing them and turning them on. And perhaps some offers?

    See my story, AN AUDIENCE OF SIXTY WOMEN.


  • Welcome to Lawson Logistics #6: The Auction

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    I travel to my first auction as Lead Trainer.

    As the plane taxied to the private hangar, the Maids were loaded into their traveling containers in the cargo hold. They would be escorted by three trainers, and arrive at the auction location separately. I looked at Riley, who was shifting uncomfortably in her seat thanks to her panties collecting the cum I shot into her during the flight. I pressed my seat’s service button, and Kim, one of the flight attendants, came over. “What can I do for you, sir?” the pretty blonde asked. “My Toy here would like to be relieved of her panties. They’re causing her a little discomfort.” Riley’s face turned beet red as her eyes flicked from mine to Kim’s, hoping I was kidding. I raised my eyebrows and tilted my head, showing her that I was very serious. Kim also held out her hand expectantly, leaving no doubt that Riley was about to go commando.

    The Toy gulped and reached under her dress. She raised her ass off the seat just long enough to start to slide her panties off. As the drenched fabric reached her calves, I decided to play with her more. “Riley, Kim isn’t one of you girls, so she shouldn’t have to handle any fluids she doesn’t want to. Make sure you suck those clean before you hand them to her.” Her cheeks got even redder, but to her credit, she only hesitated for a second before replying, “Yes, Master.” After slipping off her underwear, Riley slowly brought them up to her face, doing her best not to make eye contact with me or Kim as the two of us watched her. It had been about a half hour since I made her ease my nerves by riding me, so the cum that coated the crotch of her panties had gone cold. Still, she obediently opened her mouth and started sucking the mixture of her and my spunk from them.

    Even though I didn’t spend a lot of time with my Toy during the rushed Maid training, I still made sure she had plenty of chances to acclimate herself to the taste of my cum. The dozens of loads she had taken from me were paying off, as she seemed to actually enjoy removing the cunt drippings from her panties. Without orders, she even made sure to suck them from both the inside and outside, making sure that she was as thorough as possible for Kim. After sucking them as dry as she could, Riley handed the panties to Kim’s waiting hand. “Thank Kim for relieving you of your discomfort,” I ordered straightly. The Toy lowered her head in a bow and closed her eyes as she said, “Thank you, Mistress Kim.” The pretty flight attendant smiled and said, “You’re welcome. Although, if it were left up to me, I would’ve simply made you suffer.” She gave me a wink and moved to the back to discard the underwear.

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    Roughly ten minutes later, the two of us stepped off the plane and into the hangar, where there was a limo waiting for us. The driver walked up to us and took our bags before opening the door and gesturing for us to enter. I wasn’t expecting something so flashy given the nature of my visit, but I wasn’t one to question a free limo ride. I motioned for Riley to get in first, then slid into a welcome sight: Libby in a pretty pink dress. She smiled at the surprise on my face and said, “I figured I’d accompany you to your first auction as Lead Trainer.” Without waiting for my response, she turned her eyes to Riley, and sized her up, making the Toy shift uncomfortably from the gaze. “I see you brought your Toy with you.” I nodded as the limo started to move. “I suppose introductions are in order. Libby, this is Riley. Riley, this is Libby. She is the person who ensured you ended up belonging to me. Thank her.” Riley crossed her hands in her lap and gave a slight bow. “Thank you for giving me this life, Mistress Libby.”

    Libby smiled. “She’s so polite, and knows exactly what to say. However…” Libby’s tone changed to be more commanding. “Words mean nothing to me. SHOW me how grateful you are, Toy.” The implication was clear. Still, Riley looked at me, not knowing if the rules behind Toys extended in this situation. “It’s ok, Riley,” I said. “Libby can do whatever she wants with you and to you, as long as I don’t stop her.” She nodded, then turned to Libby. She stood up as much as she could and slipped off her dress before moving to kneel in front of Libby in a makeshift presentation pose. “What would my mistress like her Toy to do?” Libby lifted her dress and slipped off her panties before saying, “Get to work.” Without hesitation, Riley dove in. A satisfied moan escaped Libby’s lips, as Heather’s additional training during my extended absences showed itself in Riley’s tonguing.

    I shifted a little as my dick hardened at the beautiful sight. Libby’s pleasure-filled eyes met mine, and she tapped the seat next to her; a request I happily fulfilled. She quickly undid my pants to free my dick, then used her slender fingers to start gently stroking it. Her free hand grabbed the back of Riley’s head and shoved it further between her legs, eliciting a muffled sound of surprise. Then, she turned to me and started making out with me. At first, it was passionate and slow, like her stroking rhythm. However, it quickly gained ferocity as she was brought closer to orgasm. After several minutes, Libby was on the home stretch. Her hand job was growing more frantic, and her breathing was hitching more. “When… When I cum,” she started to order Riley, “don’t you dare swallow my squirt. Keep it in your mouth, do you understand?” The Toy couldn’t say anything, but managed a muffled noise to indicate that she understood her order. Several seconds later, Libby let my dick go to grab Riley’s head with both hands and hold her in place as the telltale spasms and moans signaled her cumming.

    After she finished, she wrenched Riley’s head back by the hair. “Show me my cum,” she ordered. Still in a daze from the limited oxygen, my Toy took a second, but she opened her mouth to show that she had obediently kept all of Libby’s squirt. “Good girl,” Libby said through labored breathing. “Now, let’s see if you’re really worth your salt. I did you a favor and got your Master ready to go. It’s your job to finish him off. Suck him to completion.” A mischievous smile crossed her lips. “But you’re not allowed to swallow my cum while you do it.” Riley’s eyes widened as she contemplated Libby’s command. Libby reached over and started stroking me again. “Come on, do your job and please your Master.”

    Riley shuffled over and slowly brought her closed mouth to my dick. With Libby holding it in place, the Toy was able to slip my dick in her mouth with barely a dribble of Libby’s cum escaping her mouth. As she got to work, I savored the strange and new sensation. It was like my dick was floating in a warm pool as it got massaged by Riley’s lips and tongue. Thanks to Libby’s earlier ministrations, I rapidly approached my own orgasm. Riley sensed this, and doubled her efforts, and locked her blue eyes with mine. Libby also recognized my approach, and issued Riley yet another order. “Take your Master’s load, but don’t swallow it either.” Riley’s eyes flicked over to Libby’s to confirm she heard, then started blowing me even faster. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I grabbed the Toy’s red hair and held her in place as I mixed my cum with Libby’s. After a couple seconds, I released her head and allowed her to slide her mouth off my dick. “Show Libby that you’re a good girl, Riley,” I said. She looked at Libby, and carefully opened her mouth. Inside, milky globs of my cum floated on the clear liquid of Libby’s squirt.

    “She is a good girl,” Libby praised as she slipped her panties back on and pulled her dress back down. “Let’s see how good she can continue to be.” She reached over to the limo’s mini bar and grabbed a glass. “Spit in here.” Riley opened her mouth and let the cum concoction ooze out into the receptacle. After the Toy’s mouth was empty, Libby grabbed some lipstick from her purse and drew a line where the liquid ended. “I’m going to make a deal with you, Riley,” Libby started with a playfully seductive tone. “If you can keep yourself from swallowing or spitting this cum out for the duration of this trip, I will PERSONALLY make you cum while your Master fucks me.” She reached over and caressed Riley’s fiery hair, which had gotten a little frazzled during her usage. “How does that sound?”

    My Toy’s eyes betrayed her excitement. While I did let her cum from time to time, her pleasure was something that she had to earn, and I was very demanding. “That sounds incredibly generous, Mistress,” she said quickly. “I will gladly accept this deal.” Libby smiled. “Very well.” She gestured for Riley to open her mouth, then she poured the cum back in. Once the glass was empty, Libby shook her head and clicked her tongue. “You should’ve let me finish with the terms of the deal.” I smiled, knowing that the offer was too good to not have a major downside. “If you fail, meaning that your final measurement is less than or more than this line,” she brought her well-manicured finger to the lipstick mark she drew, “I will have you brought to the brink of orgasm over, and over, and over again. Your pussy will practically be a river with how much I will tease you.” Riley whimpered and closed her legs instinctively, knowing all-too-well what it felt like to be edged. “Then,” Libby added, “I will take you horseback riding.”

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    “Sold for $20,000!” the auctioneer declared as her gavel hit its anvil. The penultimate preview girl was taken off the stage; just purchased by a Russian brothel. During the remainder of our drive, Libby had explained the whole auction process. Quite often, there would be lesser girls auctioned off before the good ones were brought out. Lesser girls typically came from backwater traffickers looking to make a quick buck, and came with much more risk than the quality girls Lawson Logistics brought to the table. Their means of acquisition made them easier to track down, and they were often kept obedient with the use of drug addictions. It was messy, but there was still a market for them. They were plenty cheap, and sometimes a fucktoy just needed to be a fucktoy.

    I looked to my left to see Riley kneeling and watching the spectacle with morbid fascination. I wondered what was going through her mind, but I decided to not ask her a direct question, lest she risk losing her reward from Libby by opening her mouth. The promise of fucking Libby somehow made me root for my Toy to win, although Libby’s horseback rides were always a delight to witness. “Alright,” I started to say as I stood up, “I’m going to go get ready. Libby…” I looked to my right, “the Toy is yours while I’m down there.” Her green eyes sparkled as she smiled. “You always know just what to get a girl to make her feel special. Have fun down there, Mr. Lead Trainer!” She reached over and gave me a playful smack on my ass.

    I made my way from the suite down to the backstage, where the ten girls were being held. When they had arrived at the auction house, they had been forced to shower, and were wearing simple blue thigh-length dresses that highlighted their femininity. It was a stark contrast to the nude and somewhat dirty preview girls. They were silent, but stood at proper presentation attention when they noticed me approaching. I thanked their keepers, then dismissed them. I quietly walked in front of the girls, inspecting them as the final preview auction came to a close. “The ten of you are what these buyers are here for. Your new lives begin the moment that gavel slams.” I paused and looked each of them in the eye. It was hard to believe that ten days ago, they barely understood English. Now, thanks to an insane language program, they could understand English as well as any native speaker, even if they couldn’t speak it well themselves. That would come with time. “I know each of you will serve your new masters well. So, when we get on that stage, do your best to make sure you attract a good one.” Each one of them nodded silently, and I could see several of them gain a determined look. I knew they wouldn’t let me down. In the background, I heard the gavel bang as the last preview girl sold for $25,000.

    “At last, the moment you’ve all been waiting for!” The auctioneer proclaimed. “Ten fresh Japanese beauties waiting to be added to your collection!” She gestured to me on the side of the stage, and I motioned for the girls to start parading out. The auctioneer continued. “Each one of these pieces is a certified Lawson Logistics Maid, fast-trained by their new Lead Trainer using a brand new, sexually-reinforced regiment to ensure that they perform ANY task you have for them!” The way she emphasized the word “any” made my dick stir. She was very good at her job. Once the girls finished filing onto the stage, I barked out one of my final commands to them, “Strip and present!” Each girl immediately dropped her dress, flimsy bra, and panties and assumed the presentation position. The auctioneer whistled. “Amazing! I would also like to remind each buyer here that each of these girls’ bodies is a clean slate, fresh for whatever customization you can imagine! They also come with immigration papers, as well as an embedded tracker, so you can always find your property should it be misplaced.” She looked to me, the sign that she was ready to begin. I snapped my fingers, and the girls donned their clothes and stepped to the back of the stage. I pointed to the first girl to step up to the center of the stage, then gestured for the auctioneer to begin.

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    Just over two hours later, the last girl was being taken to her new owners; a lively couple who had gotten into a bidding war with some upstart in the tech world. Because of that, girl number ten had fetched the highest sale price of the day: $2,000,000.69. I was impressed by the auctioneer, who had certainly earned her commission by identifying the rivalry and playing to it. I was in the process of thanking her for a job well done when I caught that Libby and Riley had made their way backstage. I waved them over, and introduced them. “Hello ladies. This is Tanya. Tanya, this is Libby, and my Toy, Riley.” Tanya smiled and shook Libby’s hand. “It’s always nice to see you, Ms. Lawson! Thank you for giving me the chance to make money.” I felt silly. Of course Libby would know the auctioneer. I couldn’t imagine a situation where she would come to an event like this without knowing every party involved. Still, the two didn’t do anything to embarrass me about it. Instead, Tanya looked at Riley and said, “A Toy? It’s been a while since I’ve seen one of those. Your predecessor never brought his along.” I could tell from the way she was looking at Riley that she would love to see what she was capable of.

    In that moment, I decided that Tanya had earned an extra reward on top of the 30% commission (a cool $2.4M) she earned from just the Lawson Logistics girls. “Riley,” I said calmly. “Tell Ms. Tanya that she did a great job today.” A pained look made its way to Riley’s face. She had been such a good girl, dutifully keeping Libby’s and my cum in her mouth the whole time. Tanya cocked an eyebrow at me, clearly picking up that there was more subtext to what was happening. When the Toy didn’t say anything right away, I gave my voice a little more edge. “I said, tell Ms. Tanya that she did well today.” Riley’s face changed from pained to saddened, knowing what I had condemned her to. Still, I couldn’t help but notice her legs press together a little tighter; a telltale sign that she was excited as well. As she opened her mouth to speak, cum came oozing out and started running down her neck, instantly soaking her dress. Still, through the embarrassment, she managed to say, “You were amazing, Mistress Tanya.”

    Riley’s mouthful of cum surprised Tanya. “Thank you, Riley… Was… Was that cum?” she asked. Libby was the first to respond. “It was! This little Toy has been holding my cum and Jason’s cum for the better part of four hours in the hopes of earning an orgasm administered by me.” She laughed and said, “I guess Jason decided she didn’t deserve it.” I shook my head. “It’s not that I don’t think she deserves it, I just think that Tanya deserves her recognition more than Riley deserves her orgasm.” Libby nodded. “Fair enough. You really were on top of your game, today, Tanya. I can see why Momma keeps choosing you.”

    Before Tanya could respond, I piped up. “We need to get going in a couple minutes. However, Ms. Tanya, I would like to ask you something.” She cocked her head, causing her dyed-silver braid to tumble from over her shoulder to her back. I continued. “You see, since Riley failed Libby’s task, she gets to go horseback riding.” Tanya grimaced. “I don’t envy you, girl.” I nodded. “Since you did such a great job,” I carried on, “I offer you a choice of your own. You can either use my Toy however you’d like for five minutes, or I can send you a recording of her horseback riding session so you can have something to add to your spank bank.”

    Tanya didn’t even hesitate. She took off her jeans and panties faster than I’d even seen Kendra undress. She spread her legs, exposing her plump brown pussy lips before commanding, “Make me cum, Toy.” Riley couldn’t even get to her knees before Tanya had a fistful of Riley’s hair and slammed her face in her waiting, soaked pussy. “Fuck, auctions always make me so horny,” she said through rapid breaths. “All these pathetic bitches that I’m condemning to lives filled with nothing but sex and humiliation.” She gave Riley’s face a slap, eliciting a pained moan from the Toy. “Normally my husband takes good care of me after them, but he’s out of town today, so I really need this.” She didn’t say another word, and didn’t care at all that Libby and I were watching her. Her right hand found its way under her shirt, where she aggressively squeezed her own tits. Meanwhile, her left hand kept full control of Riley’s head, holding her tightly between her legs as she relentlessly ground her pussy on the Toy’s tongue. In less than two minutes, a powerful orgasm rippled through Tanya. “Mmmmmm fuuuck,” she moaned as she used both hands to hold Riley in just the right place.

    After her orgasm subsided, Tanya leaned down and kissed Riley on her cum-covered lips. “Thanks for that, babe. I really fucking needed that!” Riley simply said, “You’re welcome, Mistress.” She still looked dejected that she wasn’t going to get the orgasm Libby had promised her. That look reminded me that I had an arrangement to make. I pulled out my cellphone and called Heather. “Thank you for calling Lead Trainer Jason’s office,” my assistant answered. “He is currently out of the office today. May I take a message?” “Heather, it’s me.” I said, catching Libby looking at me and shaking her head with a smile on her face. She mouthed the words “sick fuck” before pointing to the exit, indicating she’d meet me in the limo. “Hello, Jason!” Heather said. “What can I do for you?” “Well, Riley here failed a challenge that Libby gave her, so now, Libby’s going to take her horseback riding.” Heather made an excited sound. “Ooooo, that sounds fun!” “It should be,” I responded. “Can you make sure my office is ready for that when we get there?”


  • The Athena Affairs – Part 8 – Sunday Afternoon

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    The conference breaks up after lunch and the weekend winds down for Steven, Siobhan and Sharon but not before one more session together, this time in Steven’s flat.

    Returning to the hotel, Steven asked at reception for the list of rental movies and made a note of the title he and the girls had started watching in the suite the previous evening. Siobhan had remembered the English title but the listing showed the Italian original and the year of production. The movie was made in the mid 1970s and three actors were listed as well; two women and one man.

    Steven had hoped they could get some lunch then slip away unnoticed but the receptionist passed him a message from Malcolm Carruthers asking to meet him alone before they left. She also thanked him for his help dealing with Mark Pritchard, who had been abusive towards her as well when his company credit card was declined. The receptionist gave Steven an envelope from the Hotel Manager and inside was a thank you note, a refund voucher for the room charges and an invitation to return for a free one night room stay for two people. Steven told Sharon the room charges had been refunded and why but she said she would claim for the calls in any case.

    He left the girls in the conference room that had now been laid out for a carvery style lunch and went in search of Malcolm. Steven found him in the bar with his wife.

    “Good afternoon Marjorie, Malcolm. You wanted to see me?”

    “Ah Steven, yes indeed. Marjorie, I need a few work related words with Steven. Perhaps you’d be happier in the lunch room?”

    “Definitely if you’re going to talk shop Malcolm.”

    “Siobhan and Sharon have just gone in if you want to catch up with them.” Steven offered.

    “Thank you Steven. Now don’t let Malcolm keep you for hours talking a lot of nonsense about nothing. I’m sure you’ve got better things to do on a Sunday afternoon.” With that she left the men to talk. Malcolm ordered drinks and they moved to a secluded seat by the windows, near where Steven had first seen Wayne the previous morning.

    “Steven, you heard what Pritchard said before he was escorted off the premises this morning.”

    “Yes, Malcolm.”

    “His reference to Mrs C was a thinly veiled reference to my wife and her sexual preferences. Marjorie likes women as well as men though, as far as I am aware, Sharon has never been one of her partners.”

    “I thought as much from your reaction. Pritchard is a nasty piece of work and I have to say I’m sorry he got to walk out of the building rather than having to be carried out into an ambulance.”

    “That would have been nice to see but I have to agree with Sir James that it would probably have caused more trouble than it would have been worth. I’ve not told Marjorie what he said and I don’t intend to. I’d greatly appreciate it if you kept schtum as well.”

    “Consider it done.”

    “Thank you Steven, that means a lot to me, much more than I think you realise. One question though, why did you say to him that a Gentleman never has to pay for it? That seemed to hit home.”

    “Ah, you need to keep schtum about what I’m going to tell you.”

    “Go on.”

    “The young lady hired as Mark Pritchard’s assistant didn’t come from a temp agency, she came from an escort agency.”

    “What! How do you know?”

    Steven related what Sharon had told him in confidence. “So you see, I don’t want Sharon to get into trouble, either for making a booking on Mark Pritchard’s company card that he asked her to make or for breaking his confidence.”

    “Understood. Say nothing to Sharon and I will ‘discover’ his misdemeanour for myself. However, in other matters Pritchard presents us with a different problem.”

    “In what way?”

    “Oh, not you per se, but the firm as a whole. Sir James and I are of the opinion we need to dismiss him. He’s been treading a fine line for months but has been impressing a few of our colleagues and there’s been nothing specific we could pin on him, until this weekend that is.

    However, Pritchard’s been organising a whole raft of events that are happening around the world over the next three months and he’s due to speak at more than one of them.

    He won’t have a clue about what he’s saying, he’d just be saying the words written for him in a way that engages his audience. At the end of the day he’s a bloody actor and anyone can be trained in public speaking but the firm has a lot of time and money invested in these events.

    He’s been given a budget based upon advice from our external PR consultants then left alone to get everything about the events sorted and we don’t know if anyone else can step into those shoes. Also, if we fire him, Pritchard could walk into one of our competitors with all our plans for these events in his pocket and scupper the lot.”

    Steven lifted his drink to his lips. Something Malcolm had said flicked a switch in his mind and a little light bulb went off.

    “Are you a gambling man Malcolm?”

    “I’m Finance Director, of course not, the odds are usually stacked too far in favour of the bookies.”

    “You gamble every time you make a business decision though.”

    “Yes, I suppose I do, though I try to mitigate any financial risk as far as I can. Why do you ask?”

    “I’ll bet you the exorbitant price of this glass of fizzy, coloured and flavoured water that Mark Pritchard has actually done sod all towards organising anything.”

    “Really! What makes you say that?”

    “Sharon, my faith in her judgement and something she said yesterday, I can’t remember exactly when, that Mark Pritchard is one of those people who gets other people to do all the work then takes all the credit for himself. If I’m right, who do you think his first point of call for help would have been?”

    Malcolm blinked a couple of times. “Sharon! Of Course! I need to speak with her immediately. If you’re right that’s one part of the equation solved but we still need to work out how to stop him from passing over our plans.”

    “Money would probably help swing it. Did you notice how he had to pay for the hotel bill?”

    “What? All that messing around with credit cards and cash?”

    “Yes. I could be doing him a disservice but he may be living beyond his means and whatever he can get away with claiming on expenses.”

    “I’ll run a credit check when I get home. The results should be back by morning.”

    “Have you ever seen the Godfather films?”

    “No. Not really my cup of tea.”

    “Not mine either but Siobhan wanted to see them so I tagged along. There’s a line in it though that’s come to mind. To keep your friends close but your enemies closer.

    Rather than firing Pritchard straight away, transfer him to somewhere remote where he can’t do too much damage on six months probation with full pay and keep a close watch on what he gets up to. Chances are he won’t last the course but he’s only got to be tucked away for three months and any knowledge he has of the plans for the world tour will no longer have any value.”

    “I like your way of thinking. I’ll suggest this to Sir James after lunch but, unlike Pritchard, I won’t be taking the credit. Let’s go and join the ladies and eat.”

    The three women had made it to the food counters. There was a wide range to choose from. Sharon was at the salad counter whilst Siobhan and Marjorie were loading their plates with a Sunday roast.

    “Malcolm, I suggest we go for a salad.”

    “I’ll call that my starter if you don’t mind.”

    “As you wish.”

    Steven and Malcolm walked over to the salad counter, grabbed a couple of plates and parked themselves either side of Sharon who was picking the bits she liked out of a mixed salad.

    “Hiya,” she said cheerfully to Steven. “Have you both finished your work talk?”

    “Nearly,” said Malcolm. “A quick question for you Sharon. What do you know about Mark Pritchard’s itinerary over the next three months?”

    “Well I can’t remember the specific dates but I have all the information in the office. He’s booked to go on tour to host events in pretty much every major market we have and a few we’d like to get into around the globe. He’s been trying to monopolise my time making all the arrangements but fortunately we girls pull together when necessary and help each other out.

    I’ve got half a filing cabinet in the office that’s full of the nitty gritty detail covering everything Mark Pritchard asked me to sort out from flights and hotel bookings to contractors at each venue and a few things he forgot, like ordering airport transfers or lighting and AV kit for Singapore.”

    Malcolm looked relieved. “Sharon, that’s what I’d hoped you would say. Can you get in early tomorrow at say 7:30.”

    “Goodness that is early given my commute. I’ve got two changes of trains to cope with but I’ll try.”

    “If it’s easier, book a cab and put it on expenses. It’s important.”

    “Very well Malcolm, I’ll do that.”

    “I’ve changed my mind, I fancy a roast dinner after all but I must make a call first.” Malcolm replaced his salad plate and left the room.”

    Steven stayed at Sharon’s side. “What on earth was that all about?” she asked.

    “I think Malcolm’s found out that Mark Pritchard isn’t as indispensable as he feared. I thought he was going to kiss you in pure relief for a moment.”

    “So did I but Malcolm’s a good boy and besotted by Marjorie.”

    They joined Siobhan and Marjorie to eat.

    “Where’s Malcolm gone now? It really is too much,” said Marjorie.

    “I think he’s answering a call of nature.” Steven said in as straight a way as possible.

    —-

    As soon as possible after lunch the lovers, for that’s what they had become, made their getaway. The girls were sitting in the back seat again. They’d retrieved the shopping from the chemists and were looking through the ***********ion of condoms. The marketing on the boxes about how they would enhance this or prolong that was making them laugh.

    “Try not to leave any in the car. I’m not sure my sister in law would understand if her children got hold of them.” Steven offered.

    “No chance Steve, they’re all coming into your flat,” said Siobhan.

    They were early enough that they missed the worst of the Sunday afternoon traffic and made it to the flat in time to give themselves a couple of hours before Steven needed to take Sharon and Siobhan home.

    “I’d like to be able to stay longer,” said Sharon, “but I’m going to have to be up before six in the morning to get to work by seven thirty so I need an early night.”

    The sexual tension had been building between the three of them all afternoon, perhaps because of the Lovers Pact and that they all realised this would be their last chance before a long week at work. The girls had already started making plans for the three of them to go out the following weekend.

    By the time Steven had dropped his bag in the bedroom, relieved himself and walked back to the living room the girls were already French kissing and allowing their hands to wander over each other’s bodies. Sharon excused herself to use the bathroom and Steven took her place in Siobhan’s arms. When they broke for air, she was breathing heavily and her cheeks were flushed.

    “Are you going to be able to come twice this afternoon or will Sharon and I have to cut a pack of cards to see who gets you?”

    “Time will tell but I’ll do my best. Anyway, having you and Sharon entertain one another in between times and maybe helping me out should get me hard again pretty quickly and I’ve got all week to recover.”

    Sharon returned and Siobhan took her leave to use the bathroom. Steven found Sharon in his arms almost immediately.

    After they’d kissed she asked. “What were you and Siobhan planning whilst I was in the loo?”

    “Nothing much. She asked if I’d be able to serve both of you this afternoon and I promised to do my best. You just need to decide who goes first.”

    “I’ll take my chance on second helpings. If you stay the course I expect you to last longer the second time around.”

    “You make me sound like a horse!”

    “Only the best stallion deserves these two fillies.” Sharon said with a smile then kissed Steven again before he could reply.

    They were warming up nicely by the time Siobhan made it back from the bathroom. In fact they didn’t notice her coming back into the room and she started enjoying the show. When Steven and Sharon broke for air Siobhan moved silently between them.

    Sharon and Steven started a sensual game of tag to undress Siobhan. Whoever wasn’t kissing her was helping Siobhan out of her clothing and using their mouth on her sensitive areas.

    Once Siobhan was naked they carried on teasing her erogenous zones. Eventually Siobhan was laying on the sofa bed that had been pulled out, Sharon was on her knees eating Siobhan’s pussy and Steven was naked, kneeling beside Siobhan, playing with her breasts whilst she played with his cock using her tongue and mouth. Steven looked at Sharon and could see she had one hand working on her own pussy and the other fingering Siobhan.

    Siobhan came long and loud but Steven managed to hold back. “Steve, please fuck me with one of the ribbed ones on your cock. You’ll have to put it on as my hands are shaking too much.”

    “I’ll do it,” said Sharon. She moved from her position between Siobhan’s legs to look for the box of condoms in the bag that had been left on the floor. Steven couldn’t resist the chance to move behind Sharon and finger her wetness.

    “Stop it Steven, I like it too much. You can play with me all you like after you’ve satisfied Siobhan.” Out of the corner of his eye Steven saw Siobhan had started fingering herself as she watched what Steven was doing.

    Sharon spun round and Steven heard the familiar sound of a packet being ripped open. She kissed the tip of his cock then quickly encased his manhood in ribbed rubber.

    “You’ll do,” she said. Steven turned back to Siobhan who had laid back with her legs wide open. He kissed his way up her body until his cock was at her entrance then lifted his body, fed himself into her and started slowly pumping away.

    Sharon appeared beside Siobhan and Siobhan started fingering her. Siobhan then started to wriggle round beneath Steven. He realised what she wanted to do and helped her into a position where Sharon could sit on her face.

    Steven found himself face to face with Sharon who was being eaten by Siobhan whilst he was humping Siobhan. Both girls were making appreciative noises. Sharon and Steven started to kiss and he increased the pace as he felt his climax approaching.

    The throbbing of Steven’s cock as he climaxed triggered Siobhan into another orgasm that in turn tipped Sharon over the edge.

    —-

    After getting his breath back Steven withdrew from Siobhan and took himself off to the bathroom to dispose of the sheath and freshen up. When he returned to the living room the girls were laying together on the sofabed.

    “That was much nicer Steve. I got a much better feel from the ribbed one but I’m still going to see the Doctor as soon as I can,” said Siobhan.

    “The pill takes a little while to become effective so I’m sure you’ll get through Steven’s supply and maybe a few more if this weekend is anything to go by,” Sharon added.

    Steven’s cock was dangling, half erect between his legs. “You look like you need a bit of recovery time,” said Sharon. “Sit back and enjoy the show. Siobhan wants to try something with my little friend.”

    “If this works I’m going to leave you and Sharon to enjoy each other whilst I watch and play with her little friend.”

    Steven sat back on one of the chairs and watched as Siobhan got up on her knees whilst facing away from him. Sharon took her vibrator out of the bag of shopping, where the girls had hidden it at some point, along with the little pot of lube.

    She rubbed the pot between her hands to warm up the contents then squirted a little into Siobhan’s crack. She also put a couple of drops on the vibrator.

    “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Sharon asked Siobhan “I’ve never felt brave enough to try this setting.”

    “I’m sure,” replied Siobhan.

    Sharon took the main part of the vibrator and inserted it slowly into Siobhan’s pussy. Siobhan moved her knees apart so Sharon could reach underneath and strap the smallest part of the vibrator over her clit. Finally, Sharon rolled a regular condom onto her index finger and used the finger to lube and open up Siobhan’s sphincter before inserting the final part of the vibrator into her.

    “Happy?” Sharon asked.

    “Happy.” Siobhan replied

    “OK. Reach down and press the random button on the control and good luck.”

    Sharon removed the condom from her finger and sat close to Steven. “I’ll pick up some latex gloves in case Siobhan wants one of us to do this to her again. I had to improvise with one of your condoms today as I didn’t fancy just sticking my finger up her bum.”

    Siobhan found the control and pressed one of the buttons. “Nothing’s happening.”

    “Give it a few seconds,” said Sharon reassuringly.

    “Oh hang on, I can feel something. Oh, ooo, oh.” Siobhan buried her head in the mattress and clenched her fists. With Siobhan’s backside in the air Steven could see the sex toy had gone to work on her judging by the number of vibrations and sounds it and she seemed to be making.

    Sharon had sat on Steven’s knee and was leaning into him skin to skin. He had put one arm around her and she had responded in kind. It was the closest they had been to each other apart from when they’d been making love and it felt somehow natural to Steven. “Is Siobhan going to be alright?” he whispered, though he doubted Siobhan would have heard a bomb go off at that moment.

    “I think so, the program is on a timer of over six minutes but this is just the start. The manual says the toy is designed to simulate clitoral stimulation, vaginal and anal sex with three different attachments. The random program works through all three settings and stimulates the three parts in turn then runs them in combination so it’s eventually simulating double penetration whilst someone is licking her pussy. I haven’t figured out how that could be physically possible in real life but that’s what it says it does! The programme reaches a peak in about four and a half minutes then spends a couple of minutes winding down.”

    “I wonder if I really want to buy one of those for Siobhan. I’d never be able to satisfy her in the same way.”

    “Oh I don’t know. Trust me, at the end of the day that’s just a few bits of plastic and rubber with some fancy control programme. You’re a living, breathing, human being who also happens to be pretty darn good both in and out of bed. That’s not something that toy can ever be. There’s no emotion in a vibrator so it’s not much of a relationship, even if the orgasms it gave me were better than being with Wayne,” she said with a laugh in her voice.

    Sharon’s mood changed slightly as they kept an eye on Siobhan. “Can I be serious for a moment?”

    “Sure”

    “Lover’s Pact, just the two of us.”

    Steven wondered what Sharon wanted to say that wasn’t for Siobhan to hear. There was only one way to find out. “Lover’s Pact.”

    “When you went to the loo to clean up I asked Siobhan what she made of what we did with her this afternoon. She told me she thought having sex with both of us was fantastic.”

    “It was.”

    “I agree but what we did to Siobhan was to make love to her, both of us working to give her pleasure and seek some of our own but she just thought it was more sex and went straight on to ask to try my toy on its random setting.

    She told us earlier that she didn’t know the difference between making love and having sex but having slowly discovered sex with you and finally given up her virginity, Siobhan is like a kid in a sweet shop who wants to try everything immediately.

    None of us expected this weekend to turn out as it did and I have no regrets about what’s happened but if anyone had told me Siobhan would kiss me let alone want to eat me out I’d have called them a liar. She’s always been quite timid especially when talking about sex.

    I won’t come between you and Siobhan but I don’t want to see you get hurt either. I don’t think Siobhan can see the good thing that’s in front of her nose and at some point is going to want to spread her wings in her search for sexual gratification. Now if you’re good with that sort of relationship then fine but I’m not sure you will be, deep inside.”

    “Thanks for the warning. I’ve been thinking something similar since this morning when she reacted towards me, referring to us making love. Just at this moment I’m not sure how my relationship with Siobhan is going to pan out. Can I ask you a question whilst we’re in the Lover’s Pact?”

    “That seems only fair.”

    “You seem to know quite a lot about sex from what I’ve heard you say and do for Siobhan and now you’ve offered me some relationship advice. I’m struggling to square that with what you’ve said about your experience with Wayne.”

    “I’ve got you to thank for that, or you’ve only got yourself to blame whichever way you want to look at it. Siobhan told me in some detail about the books and magazines you left lying around the flat for her to read in the hope of getting her to open her legs.

    She was way too timid to read them but I wasn’t. I got copies for myself in the hope of improving Wayne’s technique, but he never looked beyond the pictures in the magazines of the girls with big tits.

    Anyway, one thing led to another and I borrowed a few books from the library then visited a couple of specialist book shops on the pretext of looking for something as a present and learned a lot from them. When I’m alone it’s quite nice to have my toy on a low setting whilst reading erotic fiction.”

    “The power of the written word and a couple of pencil batteries. I’m glad you were such a good student.”

    Siobhan hit the peak and was on the slow down part of the programme. By the end of that she appeared to be fast asleep.

    “What do you want to do now?” Steven asked.

    “I want you to slowly and deliberately make love to me and me alone.”

    He kissed Sharon tenderly on the lips and replied. “There’s a perfectly good bed next door that’s just waiting to be used.”

    She smiled, they stood and walked hand in hand to the bedroom.


  • With Her In The Moonlight

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    Rub your clit to this.

    I can see the moon shining through the window. I follow its rays until they settle on your gentle curves. Your hips push up against the sheets and your bare shoulders are being kissed by the night air. I reach out and caress the lines of your shoulder and follow them down over your side and over your rounded hips and as far down your legs as I can reach.

    I pull my body close to yours and bury my face into your silver moonlight kissed hair. I inhale the scent of your skin; its spicy scent lingers in my nose and all I smell is you. I kiss your neck and shoulders tasting the sweet saltiness of you skin on my lips. I slowly pull the sheets down your body and your beautiful full breasts are exposed. Your nipples stand up from the chill of the night air and I lightly rub them with my fingertips. Your head rolls to the side and a sigh escapes your lips. I’m not sure if you’re awake but I just can’t get enough of you. Your face is an angel when you’re sleeping and your body is calling to me.

    I pull the sheet farther down your body until you are completely naked in the moonlight. I softly kiss your sleeping face and start to glide my fingertips over your body; your stomach, your breasts, each nipple and your neck. But I linger the longest on your cheek and your eyes flutter open. Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue as it reflects the paleness of the moon.

    I lean down and kiss your lips. I feel your hand come around and cup the back of my neck and pull me deeper. My hands caress your cheek and move down over your throat. Memories of you singing our song to me make my heart leap. I continue to dance my fingers in the moonlight over your chest and they pause over your heart. I can feel it fluttering in your chest and it quickens my own blood. The heat from the blood in your veins rush to your skin and your cheeks get rosey.

    You roll towards me making your nipples like beacons in the night. I move onto my knees shifting the sheet off of me. We are both naked in the moon and getting ready to make love. I straddle your gorgeous body and lean down to kiss your lips, and then your throat, and then that little spot behind your ear you like so much. Your hands clasp onto my sides roaming over my taut waist and firm buttocks. As I lean to kiss more of your neck and shoulders, our nipples touch ever so slightly and we both inhale deeply, the anticipation almost too much.

    I slink down your body trailing my fingers over your body as I move. Your own hands slide up my body as I move closer and closer to your belly button. The further down I move, the more of your skin I caress. I inhale deeply as I stop right over your stomach. I take a deep breath as I fill myself with your essence, your very soul, my soul’s mate. Your skin is intoxicating smelling of soap and a hint of sweat.

    I lay my head down to get as close to you as I can. I feel your pussy throbbing on my breast that settled there when I laid down my head. Your hands are lost in my hair and around my face. I look you in the eyes and you look back, capturing me in that moment: you shimmering in the moonlight, me bespelled by you’re very being, the moon a silent watcher….two lovers and a celestial voyeur are the only ones aware of what is happening, of our love.

    Your lips turn into a quick smile and my heart melts further. I smile back and move up for one last kiss. I move down past your gorgeous neck, your perfect breasts, you flat stomach and finally stop at the object of my search: your wet, hot pussy. I kiss her reverently, like a goddess statue in a temple. I gently place my tongue on your clit and you tilt your head back with a sigh and open your legs wider. I rove around with my tongue reaching every part of you. I dip inside for a quick taste of what is to come. A little moan escapes your lips and your hands begin to massage and tease your nipples. Just watching you brings my own pussy into heat.

    I slowly lick from your hot hole to your reddening clit, making your climax build slowly. I want this to be the best lovemaking we’ve ever had. Your legs begin to quiver and your breath comes faster. As I continue to bring you closer and closer, your body shines in the moonlight from the sweat on your skin. The heady scent of your pussy juices and sweat mingle in the air and I feel my own desire to be loved begin to build. I break away for a moment to breathe.

    In that quick respite I glance up and see your eyes locked on my face. Before I can bring you to orgasm, you grab my shoulders and pull my up and leave us in a sitting position on our knees. You place your hands gently on either side of my face and kiss me tenderly making my own breath catch. You leave one hand on my face and reach between my legs, pushing my legs slightly apart so you can reach my own dripping cunt.

    You begin to run your finger nail over my sensitive clit causing my body to jump away for just a moment. I bring my body closer to you and reach my own hand down to your pussy. We slip in a finger into each other and somehow manage to stay on our knees with a lot of effort. We lock our lips in passion and slip in one more finger into our lover’s amazing pussies and begin to pull in and out slowly.

    As our climaxes push forward faster and faster, so do we. Trying to cum at the same time in each others’ arms we quiver and sweat. You move your kisses to my neck and I hold you tight. Your hot breath cascades over my neck and shoulder. Our hold on reality slips as the moon’s light makes the experience seem unreal. Our bodies glisten and squirm against each other and our hands and fingers are working furiously for the others’ ecstasy.

    I move my thumb to your clit and apply pressure to make you cum soon. You match my efforts and I begin to breathe harder, holding you tighter as I feel my climax begin to take over. I whisper “I love you” into your ear and you whisper “I love you too.” With a few more indulging thrusts your body shakes and you moan in my ear, your body almost collapsing if not for me holding you up. Finally your finger hits my g-spot and I begin to cum almost collapsing myself. Our bodies writhe in pleasure and the room is filled with our moaning and noisy finger fucking.

    We shudder one last time and collapse to the bed sheets, breathing hard in each others’ arms. I kiss your neck and face until I finally make it to your slightly parted lips. I breathe in your breath and kiss you one more time.

    At last I showed you how much I love you. Though it is late and I am tired, I couldn’t let this moment pass. As we lay next to each other utterly spent, I watch the moon move over your glistening body and smile slightly.


  • A RELATIONSHIP WITH ANOTHER WOMAN

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    I am Annie, I was just past forty when my second husband and I parted ways. instead of attempting to commence a new relationship with another man, one of my girlfriends suggested, “Why not have a relationship with another woman? You are still a very attractive woman Annie.”

    Why not indeed! I was only eighteen-years old when an older woman licked and sucked my nipples for the first time while I enjoyed flaunting my topless body for her. Ever since then having my nipples licked and sucked is a major turn on for me, by women and men.

    I was nineteen-years old when a woman seduced me and licked me to a climax for the first time. I decided on some cosplay for her, I wanted to make a real event of my first lesbian experience. I dressed in my black lingerie with a garter belt to hold my stockings up, no knickers or bra under a short black dress. Lots of sexual tension when Diana, a tall size-12 brunette with long legs and a slim body told me I was a very exciting woman as we passionately tongue kissed. Ten minutes later I was flat on my back on the bed, still with my stockings and garter belt, as she licked my clitoris, then my cunt lips after she licked and sucked my nipples.

    She was so sexy for me, so good. I was hooked, telling her, subconsciously, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, I love it, so good, don’t stop.” That was my first climax with another woman, my first climax for another woman. So good, so sexy. Since then I make a point of telling any potential lovers, male or female, “I love being licked and teased.”

    Making it obvious for the right partner, male or female, I have a thing about oral sex. Making it obvious I have a thing about being licked out. A serious thing about being licked out. So serious I make a point of having my pubic hair waxed, fussy about the way it looks in a range of styles over time for my lovers. So exciting when some of my sexual partners, male and female offered to wax me, or shave me. Always wonderful foreplay for me.

    The first time I had two women, or should I say two women had me was very exciting for me. Less than ten minutes after I arrived at their lavish condo they had me naked apart from my heels and my g-string – and very aroused. Sexually aroused. I was pleased to see they both had sexy, feminine bodies as they asked me to undress them as I kissed each of them turn.

    The first time another woman had licked me out while her partner watched, kissing me and sucking my nipples while she talked to me. Sitting on my face while her partner gave me exquisite cunnilingus, fucking me with her tongue.

    I was twenty-years old when I finally surrendered to a man. Realising I needed to adhere to the moral expectations of the day. Every woman was expected to have a male partner or husband.

    The first time I had a man while another woman watched, the man wanted his partner to watch. I made a point of turning her on, and myself, by asking her to undress me. Her hands were shaking as she undid the clip on my g-string and it dropped to my ankles. Then I stood naked in just my heels with my hands on the wall as her man kissed my ass and I looked his partner in the eye, teasing her to kiss me before she watched her man have me, fuck me while she watched.

    Just as my girlfriend suggested instead of attempting to commence a new relationship with another man, I set out to have a relationship with another woman. Her words, her compliment, you are still a very attractive woman Annie, resonating with me There are lots of bi-women out there who would find you sexually attractive. And lots of lip stick lesbians. And lots of straight women.

    She was correct, there were lots of bi-women out there who found me sexually attractive. And lots of lip stick lesbians. And lots of straight women. Though my preference was for lip stick lesbians, classy lip stick lesbians.

    I met Elaine at a singles function for men and women. We made eye connect across the crowded room. Two smartly dressed lip stick lesbians with an obvious sexual chemistry. Both of us on the wrong side of forty. Lots of questions. Similar answers. Elaine was newly divorced. Trying to avoid another relationship with a man.

    Turning heads when we left the function holding hands. Sharing a late meal at a nearby bistro. Learning we had similar tastes and preferences across wide ranging topics. We already knew we were going to become lovers. Building the sexual tension. I invited Elaine to my apartment for dinner the next night.

    Kissing passionately when Elaine arrived. Admiring the feminine way we had dressed for each other. Flirting with each other as we ate and sipped champagne. Kissing with our tongues while we undressed each other. Admiring each others naked bodies. Talking to each other while we made love. Telling each other what we wanted, what we liked. Wonderful sapphic pleasure. Eating each other out. Making love and fucking each other until early morning.

    We developed a wonderful sapphic relationship. Making love three or four times a week. Sharing weekends together from Friday night to Monday morning. New levels of exciting lesbian sexual pleasure.

    A few weeks later Elaine tempted me when she asked me if I would like to share another woman with her. Why not?

    The other woman was much younger than us, though a very classy lip stick lesbian working for one of the major corporations. Elaine undressed her for me while I was sitting on a stool, naked with my legs apart. Elaine was standing behind me, teasing my nipples while the other woman licked my clitoris, arousing me even more. Teasing and edging me. Building up to a climax for another woman while Elaine watched. Kissing me over my shoulder while I climaxed for another woman

    Then a succession of younger women. Teenage girls. Making love to Elaine while a teenage girl watched. Elaine making love to me while a teenage girl watched. Both of us aware we were a bi-sexual turn on for the young girls while they watched.

    Then two teenage girls, one each. Watching each other making love to a teenage girl for the first time. Boosting our egos, making love to a teenage girl, licking a teenage girl to a climax while they talked to us. The thought of a teenage girl seducing me in a one-on-one situation was weighing on my mind.

    I had watched teenage girls seducing older women in video clips, making love to older women in a one-on-one situation. They were always so comfortable with each other. The young girls always so confident seducing an older woman. How could young girls that age be so sexually confident, so good, so experienced? I had to have a young girl to seduce me. Make love to me. Bring me to an exciting climax in a one-on-one situation.

    I wanted a full on seduction. While I watched the video clips convincing myself I had to have a full on seduction from a young girl. Teasing myself to a climax while I imagined a young girl was seducing me. Undressing me. Making love to me. Licking and kissing my naked body. Teasing me, edging me while she licked my clitoris. Teasing me, edging me while she licked and kissed my freshly waxed cunt lips.

    My libido, my bi-sexual side was in overdrive. What type of your girl would I like to seduce me? What type of young girl would I prefer to seduce me? What type of young girl would I like to seduce me? What type of young girl would like to seduce me? Seduce a bi-sexual woman twice her age?

    I had told one of my female friends I wanted a young girl to seduce me. My same female friend introduced me to Helen over coffee, a gorgeous, nineteen-year old girl. My friend could read our vibe, she excused herself after a few minutes, leaving Helen and me alone.

    We talked openly about many things, work, home, politics, the environment. Lots of tension when I started talking to her about sex. She was listening intently when I told her, I was just past forty when my second husband and I parted ways. Explaining one of my girlfriends had told me I was still a very attractive woman to boost my confidence. She suggested, why not have a relationship with another woman, instead of attempting to commence a new relationship with another man?

    When Helen held my hand and told me,“You are still a very attractive woman Annie,” that was when I told her I wanted her to seduce me, to be seduced by her, to live out my sexual fantasy with her.

    When I paid the bill, we were both flattered when the cashier told us. “Your mother and you are a very attractive couple.” Or had he read our body language?

    I decided on some cosplay for Helen, I wanted to make a real event of my first lesbian experience with her. I made a point of dressing as a horny, forty-year old lip stick lesbian would. Heels and my black lingerie with a garter belt to hold my stockings up, a cup-less bra under a short black dress, no knickers.

    When Helen arrived she looked wonderful, kissing me with her tongue, returning her kisses. “I’m in charge tonight Annie. I want to seduce you. I am going to seduce. Make love to you. Give you sapphic pleasure. You are a beautiful, desirable woman for me. A real woman.”

    Helen was making me feel like a beautiful, desirable woman, a lip stick lesbian. Talking sexy to me while she commenced seducing me (though she had commenced seducing me mentally moments after I first set eyes on her.) Lifting my short black dress to expose my pussy, no knickers

    Kissing me with her tongue while she told me my short black dress would look even better around my ankles. “Your beautiful almost naked body is a huge turn on for me Annie. I love your black lingerie and that sexy garter belt to hold up your stockings. And I love your beautiful, waxed pussy without any knickers. Your tits in that cup-less bra are a bonus turn on for me.

    Such a feeling of relief, one of my long held sexual fantasies was finally happening. A gorgeous, nineteen-year old girl, a classy lip stick lesbian, was seducing me. Kissing and licking me. Sexually arousing me. Helen did take control. Talking to me while she licked my clitoris. I was so wet for her.

    Helen was confident and experienced enough, to build sexual anticipation for me, anticipation is pleasure itself. Alternately using the tip of her tongue, then the flat of it, and her lips as she explored my vulva, all three sensations a little different, providing subtly different sensations for both of us.

    Spreading my labia, focusing above my clitoris, using a finger, interspersing horizontal finger strokes across my glans with vertical tongue strokes. Increasing my arousal, inserting a single finger, using her tongue to enhance my arousal.

    Touching my breasts, squeezing my nipples, caressing my stomach. Continuing to apply persistent licks. Under my clitoral hood, sliding it back, licking it. Kissing all around my thighs, Licking around my Venus mound.

    Teasing me, edging me, taking her time. building more sexual anticipation, creating more sexual pleasure for me. Bringing me close to a climax, then backing off a little, teasing me, edging me delaying my climax, my orgasm. I wanted an incredibly powerful climax. I needed an incredibly powerful climax from Helen.

    Grinding her crotch against mine. Approaching slowly and gently, my hips starting to thrust, using primal hip movements to guide my pressure and speed, wanting to increase the intensity for both of us. Confirming I needed an incredibly powerful climax from Helen.

    She was using her fingers, fingering me while she licked my clitoris, wanting to provide me intense, explosive sexual pleasure as her finger brushed against my g-spot. Talking to me, a sexy conversation. “I love to fuck an older woman with my tongue, you are a real woman, such an exciting woman Annie, so good. Tell me what you want Annie? Slow and sensual or rougher, harder, or faster. Tell me and will give you what you want. Tell me, don’t hold back.”

    “i want you to fuck me, like a lesbian, like a lip stick lesbian until I climax for you. Tease me, edge me. Like that, just like that, don’t stop. You are so good Helen, so fucking good. “Fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt. Make me climax.”

    Helen did fuck me, like a lesbian, like a lip stick lesbian until I climaxed for her. Once, twice three times.

    My sex life had taken exciting, new directions since my second husband and I parted ways. It was sexually exciting living the new life of a lip stick lesbian. Though I hadn’t seen a naked man in months, or seen a man’s erection, or had a man to fuck me when I met Gary at a work function. He told me he was twenty-two, half my age, when I looked closely at him.The type of young man I had dreamed about for years before I changed sides

    I felt very comfortable when I told him after my second husband and I parted ways, one of my girlfriends suggested have a relationship with another woman. Lots of questions for me. He was very direct, and so tempting for me. “You are a very attractive woman Annie. I have a thing about older women. Are you a committed lesbian now? When was the last time a man fucked you? I would enjoy making love to you. Fucking you with my big, thick cock. Your female lovers need never know.”

    Gary was so tempting for me. An hour later I had invited him to my condo. Kissing with our tongues when he told me again, “I have a thing about older women Annie. I would enjoy making love to you. Fucking you with my big, thick cock. Your female lovers need never know.”

    He was so direct and so tempting for me. I hadn’t seen a naked man in months, or seen a man’s erection, or had a man to fuck me for so long. A twenty-two year old man, just half my age was so tempting for me. When he told me, “Your female lovers need never know,” while he exposed himself for me, opening his trousers to expose his cock and balls for me, I had forgotten I had female lovers.

    His cock was huge, far bigger than any man I could remember. Even bigger when he undressed me, to show him my naked body. I had my hand wrapped around his erection while we kissed like teenagers.

    Telling me again, “I have a thing about older women Annie. I want to fuck you with my big cock. Your female lovers need never know.”

    He did fuck me with his huge, rock hard erection. Three times that night. Before he left early in the morning, he told me again, “Your female lover need never know.”

    Though a week later my female lover Mandy did know. “You cheating, sexy bitch. You fucked a man behind my back. You are far too good to let go. I am going to punish you instead. Is there any special way you would like me to punish you for cheating on me? And after I punish you I am going have my way with you.”

    Pleasure and pain, another sexual fantasy playing out when Mandy punished me. Psychologically punished me, making me watch her have sex with Gary, the twenty-two year old man, just half my age, who had fucked me. He was also half Mandy’s age.

    I had almost forgotten how big Gary’s cock was when erect. His cock was huge, far bigger than any man I could remember. Even bigger when Mandy, my same sex lover had her hand wrapped around his erection while we kissed like teenagers. Passionately kissed with our tongues

    Gary was fucking her while I watched. Pleasure and emotional pain. Revenge pain for me. Though it was so exciting, sexually exciting watching two of my lovers making love and fucking

    So good afterwards when Mandy made love to me. Had her way with me. Licked me out, while Gary watched. Kiss and make up sex. Fuck and make up sex. The best type of sex.


  • The Loop – part 30

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    The sister’s mom and landscaped come in and join the party.

    “Oh Deigo, I can’t wait to have your big Latin dick in me.” They stopped at the island. “I need it so badly. You make me into such a slut. So needy for that dick. The way you fuck my MILF hole.” They stopped on the far side of the island. Alex peeked over the marble top.

    An older woman with raven black hair in a golden sundress was pulling the guy’s dick free. Alex saw she was more than correct in calling herself a MILF. From her looks she must have been Sofie’s mom. Not just the dark hair but the face looked just like her daughter. The biggest difference was she was a few inches taller and her makeup was more classic then the emo look Sofie had.

    “I need this in me so bad. Feel how wet I am,” she said, taking Deigo’s hand and placing it between her legs. Her hands pulled up the hem of her sundress so it rested on her hips. “Yes, oh fuck yes. Use those rough hands on me.” Her own moaning covered the moaning from the living room. She stoked the free cock as he started driving her crazy. “Take me upstairs. I want to fuck you on my marriage bed.” She started to walk to the stairs, holding onto his hard cock. “What the fuck is that noise?”

    She rounded the corner to see the sight of her two daughters and housekeeper in the living room naked, bound and moaning. “What the fuck is going on,” she called out. The three naked sluts all turned to see their mom and boss standing there. The sight was unreal as her mouth was dropped open as her dress was pulled up exposing herself. She released Diego’s cock and dropped to her knees. “Where did I go wrong,” she questioned?

    That is when Alex came up around her. “I don’t think you did anything wrong with them.” Before she could respond, he caught her mouth open and pushed his dick into it. It was a gamble on his part. Would she bite down on his manhood, but it was a split second before she broke and started sucking. “Like mother, like daughter. A house full of sluts. All needy for dick. Just like your two daughters, mommy,” Alex said. “A good little cocksucker.” He paused and let his gaze move from her MILF sucking him to Diego. His face in shock as his hand stroked himself. “One thing you can show your slutty daughters. Show them how to please two dicks. Diego, give her yours.”

    Diego stepped in front of her and she saw the second dick. The one she was begging to fuck her a few moments ago. Her hand wrapped around the shaft and she started jerking him as her mouth pleased Alex.

    “Mom, you’re a cock hungry whore. Look at her take those two cocks Sage.” Sage moaned in her gag as she watched her stepmom suck off two guys. Watching her mouth suck on one just to switch to the other.

    “Look at her go. Your mom really knows how to slobber over a cock,” Alex said watching her sucking deeply in Diego’s dick as her hand still jerked his. “Look at her go. See how she multi-tasks. Sucking him and still stroking me. You little sluts should take notes. You have a pro here.” Her mouth moved back to his cock. “Oh fuck, your mouth is so warm and wet.”

    The saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth. Letting Alex thrust his big white dick into her horny hole. He pulled it back and slapped it along her cheek. Diego joined in the action as he beat her other cheek. Both cock heads at her plump lips. Licking them both.

    “I love these cocks,” she said as her mouth was free from both rods. “And I want to love these balls.” First diving down to take Diego’s. Sucking them, one at a time and then taking both of them. His hands took her head.

    “Oh, mierda. Mierda,” he groaned as she sucked on both of them. He pulled back to feed her his fat brown dick. “We te jodan, perra. More you slut,” his broken English coming through. Her tongue licked along the shaft before she took him in once again.

    Alex waited his turn as she was really into sucking on his brown trouser snake. The hand that was stroking him moved to her pussy and she started fingering herself. Alex looked over to the three bound toys and they were all watching the show. Sage moans deep into her gag as she keeps the wand pressed to her love mound. Sofie’s hips pushed her strap into Esther but both were distracted by the show.

    She pulled her mouth off of Diego to switch back to Alex but she felt all the eyes on her. She looked at the bound girls and smiled. “I’m showing you little sluts how a pro takes two dicks. Look how big and fat their cocks are,” both hands wrapped around a dick and stroking it. “Look how full their sacks are. Just wait until I make them blow.” Her mouth then moved back to Alex and took his dick back into her mouth.

    “Your mom really knows how to use her mouth. You two cock suckers are not bad at all but she knows how to keep my dick pleased.” The younger girls looked up at him with yearning in their eyes. Wanting to prove they can do that too. Esther smiled, as she knew her skills were top notch.

    Alex looked over to Diego and motioned him to lift her off her knees. He didn’t understand at first until Alex made a circle with his left hand and pushed his fingers into it. He nodded and smiled. His rough hands moved his boss from her knees to standing bent over. His fat spanish dick pushed past her ass cheeks and into her warm wet hole. She let out a groan of pleasure as he penetrated her. Alex’s dick slipped free of her mouth.

    “Yes, yes fuck this MILF cunt. Fuck it good,” she begged before she took Alex back into her mouth. Alex stood there. Letting Diego do all the work. Pushing her mouth onto his dick deeper.

    “Fuck mom,” Sofie barked. “Just look at you getting spitroasted like there is nothing to it. I want that,” she ended in a soft voice.

    Alex smiled to himself as he heard Sofie’s confession. He knew he could make that happen. But he wanted to make sure everyone was involved. “Is that so Sofie? We can do that for you.” Sofie’s face started to turn red as Alex spoke to her. “Don’t worry. We will all take turns running a train on you,” he finished with a smile.

    Alex pulled Sofie’s mom’s mouth off his cock and pushed it down into Sage’s pussy. “I want you to lick her to orgasm. Show her how a MILF whore does it.” Even before Alex spoke the words her tongue was licking at her stepdaughter’s wet cunt. Instantaneous Sage’s moans turned. Turned from the low consistent moan to a ragged begging for moan.

    Alex worked his way around the ottoman to where Sofie was fucking Esther with her strap on. “Time to take you out of this bondage,” he said to Esther. “Once I do you two can swap the strap and you can fuck Sofie’s sweet hole,” he told her as he pulled the rope free on her right side. As he started the left she spoke back.

    “Oh I got a better strap for this sexy thing,” she commented to Alex. Her head turned to Sofie and she said,”come on fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me cum.” As her hands came free she drew Sofie in further. Wrapping her legs around the ravened hair beauty.

    Alex fingers worked along the ripples along Esther’s skin. How the rope marks were intended in her skin now. How easy it was to morph her. His smile was growing as he headed back to Sage to untie her.

    Sofie was getting turned by the older woman and how much she was enjoying being fucked by her. Looking down into the woman’s eyes she saw how close she was. She was so disappointed that her hands were pinned. She knew she could do better if they were free. “Make me take it,” Esther yelled. “Fuck me, fuck me. Oh my god. Yes, just like that. Don’t stop. Just like that. Right fucking there.” Those were her final words before her body started shaking from her orgasm.

    Alex looked up from removing the rope from Sage’s body. Sofie’s mom moved back to sucking Alex as he was in the way of her honey patch. “Diego, take her to the couch and have her ride you there.” A muffle of disappointment came from her but no fight. Alex finished unwrapping Sage and fingered her needy pussy. She too was disappointed being so close to orgasm from her stepmom’s mouth but his strong hands coaxed her to the edge so quickly. Then it came.

    Within the few minutes it took to unwrap her Alex saw that Sofie was bent over the arm of the couch and had Esther pounding away into her. The strap that Sofie was using was laying on the ottoman. As he drew his fingers away from Sage he said,”put the strap on and find a hole to fuck.” She looked over to where he was pointing and nodded.

    “I need a minute or two,” she said in a used voice. Her arms wrapped around her body.

    Alex headed to Sofie. He promised to spitroast her and Esther already had the back end set. Her head was down as groaned at Esther and her big black dildo rammed in and out. “Oh my god, yes,” she screamed as Esther holding her hips worked the massive plastic dick into her tight hole. “It’s so fucking big.” She gasped. That is when Alex grabbed a hair full of hair and pulled her head up. Her mouth was open in a gasp so he filled it.

    Both ends now plugged with two big dicks, one real and one fake, and her ass still plugged. “There you go. Spitroasted by two big cocks. Your dream come true. Now how long before we make you cum or you black out from the pleasure.” Her eyes tried to look up at him but she only saw his chest. “Your training starts now slut.” Alex held her head and started thrusting his dick down her throat. He quickly picked up on Esther’s rhythm. Mimicking hers but opposite. When she pushed in, he pulled out and when she pulled out, he pushed in. Making sure one of her holes was always full. Well besides her ass. Esther picked up on this and laughed a deep throaty laugh. She put her hands up as she wanted to high five him so he followed along. Their hands met and she intertwined her fingers in his. Looking into each other eyes they fell as they fucked this helpless slut below them.

    Alex looked over Esther’s shoulder to find Sage strapping up. She was pulling the harness straps tight and then she moved behind her stepmother. She pressed the tip to the MILF’s ass check and pushed. A scream of terror escaped the older woman. That was only for a second. In the next second she was screaming how good it was. How she loved having those holes filled. How she was nothing but a little fucktoy.

    Seeing a mother and her true daughter being ravaged by a real and fake cock was so exciting. How they each took their cocks. Their moans and cries of enjoyment. How they both knew their places as a fucktoy for the cocks.

    Esther pulled Sofie back with her as she sat down on the couch. Before she let the emo chick sit she removed the plug in her ass. Then she had the girl lower her ass onto the big dildo. She let out a yell of pain as the thick member pushed open her backdoor. Alex was facing Sofie. “Come on. Take her fat dick in your hole. Let it slide on in you. You know it is what your body needs. What it wants.” Her cries started to turn into groans. “That’s it. Be a good fucktoy.”

    “Oh god, that dick in my ass,” she moaned and groaned. “That feels so good. Oh fuck. Oh my god. Yes, yes, use my hole.” She started riding the dick as it kept fucking her. Her large tits bouncing at her motion. Her hands moved to caress them. “Can you fuck my pussy,” she begged to Alex. The dark eyes glazed over and filled with lust. “Please give it to me.”

    Alex cupped her face in his hands. “Don’t worry slut. I have something to fill up that hole.” He kissed her on the lips and then pulled back. Reaching over to his right he grabbed Sage by the neck. Holding her like this, he was able to pull her away from fucking her stepmom. He moved her to her stepsister and said,” there is your next hole to fuck.” Sage smiled up at him with a wicked grin. She wasted no time, plunging her strapon into her sister’s waiting pussy.

    Alex moved back to their mom. He pulled her from Diego’s dick. “Turn around whore. Stick his big Latin dick in your ass so I can stretch open at naughty pussy.” She moved slowly, on wobbly legs. Diego let his body move down the couch so his ass was hanging over the edge of the couch. Once in position, she lowers herself down to his hard cock as he raises his hips into her. She let out a groan of pleasure as her hole was filled up again. “Oh Jesus,” she screamed. Her eyes rolled back in a blank stare as her mouth hung open.

    Alex watched over them for a moment before he moved her body slightly. Opening her legs wide. He slowly fed his dick into her waiting pussy. She was covered in her own juices that let his member slide in easily. Giving her inch by inch until she was filled up completely. Then Alex started fucking her. Letting his cock drive deeper and deeper.

    “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she screamed. “Use my holes. Give me those big dicks. I’m so close. So close now.” Alex grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face up to his. Diego’s hand laced through the body parts to find her wet mound.

    “That a girl. Give it to us. Show us what a slut you are,” Alex growled.

    “I’m a slut, I’m a slut,” she screamed out. “Please let me cum.”

    As she begged, Alex filled her mouth with his fingers. “Beg some more now slut.” Her eyes stared up at him. He saw the need in them. How much she was trying to hold back, but she was tipping over the edge and there would be no way back. As she tried to speak, his words cut her off. “Cum for us you dirty whore.”

    You could see the relief wash over her as her body let down the barrier. Her orgasm came quick and heavy. Her body shook under Alex. It was a magical sight. He wanted to make sure her daughters saw her at her sexiest. He looked over to find the two sisters in a passion kiss. It was not one of a deep carnal need but one of an after orgasm bliss. “Sage, Sofie,” he called out. “Look at you slut if a mother cum for two cocks.” They turned their heads still in mid kiss to watch their mother in the middle of her earth shattering orgasm. The smile on their faces grew.

    For the rest of the afternoon the dicks, real and fake, made the four women cum over and over. Sometimes during the afternoon Diego blew his load into Sofie’s fertile pussy. His growl in Spanish told of his upcoming orgasm but Sofie was so in heat she didn’t understand. He pulled out and her pussy dripped his seed. His warm white thick creamy seed. Her mother was there to make sure none was wasted.

    Diego dropped his second load about a half an hour later. His dick was in Esther’s thick ass. Pounding away until he stopped and growled again. Sofie’s mother pulled him out of her housekeeper and took his hard manhood into her mouth. Letting him squirt his load there. Esther turned and barked that was hers. Sofie’s mom was greedy but liked to share. She pulled the ebony lady’s head back and let his cum drool from her mouth into Esther’s.

    At this point in the afternoon, they were all spent. Only Alex was up and working his dick in and out of Sage’s used pussy. She laid on her back on the ottoman. Sofie laid to one side in a post orgasmic coma. Esther was on the other. Her finger tracing along the younger woman’s erect nipple. Sofie’s mom and Diego laid on the couch together. Alex knew he was ready. That the load he was building all day was going to be huge. He stepped back from the pretty young blonde. Her last moan was one of disappointment.

    Alex moved to the other side of the ottoman. Stroking his own dick, knowing just how to control his orgasm until he was ready. He positioned Sofie’s head first. Resting it along Sage’s. Esther knew what was coming and moved her head along the two younger girls’ tits. Alex smiled, knowing he was going to cover these three sluts.

    He jerked one last time and felt the organs race throughout his body. His skin rose, pumps covering him. All his hairs felt like they were rising and then it came crashing down. The orgasm rocked his body. The first of his cum shot out covering Esther face and tits. The next wave came and he directed his dick to Sage’s face. A warm hot liquid to the face would pull another from their bliss, which his did. The third load was still thick and it covered Sofie. He kept stroking until he jerked each drop out onto one of the sluts below him. When he was spent he stepped away and sat in the chair across from the ottoman and couch.

    He was catching his breath as he watched the three of them licking and playing with his heavy thick load. Sweat was dripping down his face. He wiped it away and smiled. Another fuck party. How does he keep finding them?

    Another thirty minutes passed. The women were cleaning up. Sage got him a glass of water. He drained it and raised to head to the kitchen. Sage moved to follow him. She laced her arm into his as they walked. “You were the best healer ever,” she said bubbly. She regained some of her energy. “What are you going to do now?”

    Alex placed the glass on the island and reached down for his clothes. “I’m going home to take a shower. After that, I’m not sure. Get something to eat later I guess.”

    “Well, if you are up for it later. I know you just fucked four women. I’m going to a club downtown. The first floor has a bar and dance floor.” She leaned in to him. The warmth of her body waking urges, again. Her full breasts pressing on his chest. “The basement has more naughty stuff. You want to meet up there later.” Her big blue eyes looked up into his. If they could speak they would be begging – PLEASE.

    “I think I can do that. What time? Where is it?” He brushed her golden locks out of her face.

    “Really,” she almost jumped with excitement. “That would be so much fun.” She extended on her tippy toes to place a kiss on his lips. With a quick push away, she headed to the stairs. She called,” I will be right back.”

    Alex watched as her fit ass disappeared. He picked up his clothes which were still on the floor in the kitchen and started to get dressed. By the time he was done she was bouncing downstairs again. He saw the disappointment in her eyes as she saw his clothes back on him. “You are going,” she asked in a soft voice?

    “Yes, I want to head back to my place and clean up, get something to eat and rest before I meet up with you later.” At those words she smiled. Her slowed paced quicken to him.

    “I thought you had second thoughts,” she muttered as she pressed up on him. Her hand grabbing his ass then sliding under his shirt. Letting her nails scrap along his skin. “I really want to take you here.” Her hand held up a small metal card a bit bigger than a business card.

    He took it and looked over the front. “The Warehouse,” he read the card’s front. His head turned to look down at hers. “I have been here. A large old,” he paused,” warehouse down by the river. It is a restaurant, arcade Center and club all in one large space. You want to meet there for some drinks and game time. Maybe a bit of dancing after,” his voice sounded confused.

    “No silly, flip the card over.” Her devious smile grew.

    Alex flipped the card over. He read it outloud. “You are invited to the Citadel as a black band member.” He looked down at her now really confused. “What is this?”

    “There is a bdsm club in the cellar of the Warehouse. A Friday night shall have all kinds of kinky things going on. What do you say? You want to meet up there?” Her face was hanging on the answer. Her big blue eyes are just waiting for it.

    Alex thought about drawing out the answer but she was too much fun to say no. “Yes I will be there.”

    “Fantastic,” she said, bouncing up and down as her hands clapped together. “It will be so much fun.” Her smile grew wider and wider as each second passed. “I’m going to get there around ten. I want to use one of the glory holes this evening. You have to get there early to have a shot at one. I should be done there at midnight. It is a two hour shift. We can meet up after. You can get there at any time and just enjoy the shows.”

    She was speaking a mile a minute. Her excitement was getting the best of her. “Give me your number so I can message you when I get there. We can figure it out when you are done with your shift.” Alex was wondering just what this shift consisted of. He knew all about glory holes but he thought this was going to be different. They chatted for a few more minutes and Alex headed back home. He picked up some pizza on the way. He ate as he listened to some Arctic Monkeys. Falling asleep on the sofa.


  • 642, Mind Diary of a Judicial Slave – Chapter Twelve

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    On the planet of Farpost, there are no prisons. The punishment for severe crimes is Judicial Slavery. This is the story of one such slave. In this final chapter, slave shishi experiences the room of pain with her master.

    642 is the story of a young woman on a distant planet in the distant future who is wrongfully convicted of theft and sentenced to two years of judicial slavery. This book, divided into twelve chapters, is her mind diary as her slavery goes through some very interesting– and erotic– twists. This is the final chapter.

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    WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

    All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

    Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2021 by The Technician.

    Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden.

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    Chapter TwelveA Gold-eyed Slave

    Cycle 4378, Day 421

    I have decided to move my daily mind records out of my diary and just make a record of what has happened in the past weeks. It is not that I want to hide anything from anyone, it is just that things were so overwhelming that my thoughts were too chaotic to make sense… to me or to other people who may some day read my diary.

    Master has been off planet for the past week on business. Hopefully he will be home tonight. If he is I will be ready– and anxious– for him. I am currently seated at a desk in my new bedroom. It is a slave’s bedroom, but it is the most luxurious slave’s bedroom on Farpost. And it is connected directly to my Master’s sitting room. That is what he calls the room just outside his bedroom where we take our evening meal when he is home.

    My old slave collar sits on a little shelf above my desk. The clock display is still counting down. According to it my judicial slavery is nearly half completed and I have 358 days remaining, but in reality I am now a permanent slavewife of Master Karl Burcroft. He wanted to throw the old collar away, but I begged to be able to keep it. It is a reminder of how I came to be slavewife to Master Karl.

    My new collar is, of course, around my neck. It is a beautiful soft, black leather collar. On the front in golden *********** similar to my old collar it says, “shishi.” And beneath that in a regular, but very ornate ***********, it says, “Slavewife of Master Karl Burcroft.” My eyes still fill with tears when I look at that collar in my mirror. But unlike the tears that came when I first looked at my old collar, these are tears of joy.

    I still have trouble looking at my face in the mirror… well, not my face, my head. I expect there to be hair on my head, but there isn’t. There is just a tattoo that looks like hair. The laws on Farpost are very strict. It is forbidden for a shorn slave– even a slavewife– to wear a wig or any other hair covering. Besides, the tattoo of a slave rope would still be visible on my back.

    That tattoo has changed. There is a gold ribbon that Master had worked in over the original. It is real gold, just like the ribbon a slavewife would wear in her rope. The gold ribbon starts in the front almost like a crown and then winds back into the rope. The tattooing on my head hurt a little, but the ribbon going down my back hurt a LOT. Master asked if I wanted something to dull the pain, but I said no.

    He didn’t give me a choice when they applied the gold to my eyelids. He said it was because they had to be sure that I didn’t move. I expected it to be like when they made me a purple-eyed slave, but they didn’t give me the same sort of drugs that they used then. As before, I could not move and was aware of what was happening, but there was no pain at all.

    I was afraid of what they would have to do to change my purple eye pearls to gold, but Madame Loretta just used a strange thing that looked like a screwdriver with a hollow blade and unscrewed them. There is a little post on the bottom of the pearl that went down into my skin and screwed into whatever it is that is embedded in my skull. “Pearls break,” she said flatly, “so they have to be easily replaced. Besides, it’s not like you are going to put the wrong color in or go without.” She batted her eyes as she said, “The eyes tell all.”

    Then she smiled at me and touched her eye pearl. I gasped slightly. I had never noticed before that her eye pearls were only half purple. The bottom half was clear like glass. I think she means that to proclaim that she is slave in name only.

    Slave lucida is still with me always. She even has a bed in the corner of my room. But when Master is away she sleeps with me in my bed. We have grown very close to each other. She jokes about washing my hair when getting me ready for nights with Master, but all she has to do is clean and oil my body.

    Just before he left, Master took me over to see the new House of Free Women. The title to the house and land are in Master Karl Burcroft’s name, but there are also legal documents saying that Madame Loretta has full authority as if it were her own. Mandy and Mindy– that’s 33 and 34’s names now that they are free– run the house on a day-to-day basis. Madame Loretta has a special room on the top floor for when she wants to be alone or is in the mood to entertain a special guest.

    The day Master and I were there an obviously very rich young man came swaggering into the house. He asked for time with Madame Loretta. Mindy told him that wasn’t possible but she or Mandy or any of the other women could fulfill all of his expectations. He said, “But I wanted to be able to tell my friends that I spent a night with Madame Loretta.” He set a small bag on the counter that clinked like it was filled with gold coins and said, “I’m willing to pay whatever it takes.”

    Madame Loretta was standing nearby with us. She walked silently over to the young man, leaned over his shoulder and said, “Trust me, son, you would never survive an hour with me, let alone a night.”

    The man shrieked and ran out the front door. There was a wet spot on the front of his pants that went all the way down one leg. I wonder if he told his friends that Madame Loretta scared the piss out of him– for free.

    When Madame Loretta returned, Master said to me, “There are many interesting rooms in The House of Free Women. Is there anything you would like to experience? We could make love in warm water… or oil. There are vibration devices of every sort. There is even a room with a powerful column of air so you can make love as if you were in outer space.”

    I stayed silent for a long time. “What is it. shishi?” he said softly. “I’ll understand.”

    “I want to experience the room of pain,” I said very softly.

    “Haven’t you experienced enough pain in the mines,” Madame Loretta said. She looked concerned.

    “More than enough,” I replied, “but Mindy and Mandy spoke of true erotic pain where you willingly allowed it with someone you loved. They said that once you got turned on enough, the pain was just like pleasure except it was more intense.

    Master looked over at Madame Loretta. She paused for a short while and then said, “I know something that will work.” Then she said curtly to Mandy, “Prepare room 417.”

    “417 it is,” Master said with a smile. Then he turned to me and said, “I hope this meets your expectations, shishi. Not everyone can enjoy pain like Mindy and Mandy.”

    “I know,” I answered softly. Then I looked up at him and said, “But I will never know about me unless I try.”

    Room 417 looked like a normal bedroom. There was a large four poster bed with posts as big as tree trunks. There were also chairs, a desk, and an attached bathroom. The one thing missing was a mattress or anything that looked like an actual bed. Instead there was just a thin mat on the floor between the four posts.

    Madame Loretta had accompanied us up to the room. She said firmly to me, “Lie face up on the mat and raise your arms and legs slightly into the air.

    I did and she pushed some buttons on a remote. Thick cables began to lower from the tops of the posts. There were large leather restraint cuffs on each cable. A much smaller cable descended from the center of the ceiling above the bed. There was a strange small chain with three weird-looking clamps attached to that chain.

    “I think you know what to do from here,” she said.

    Master laughed and replied, “I think I can figure it out.”

    He was still laughing slightly as he wrapped the restraint cuffs around my hands and feet. The ones on my hands came all the way up into my palms so that I could more or less hang on to them.

    “Are you ready?” he asked and I said “Yes.”

    The cables all began tightening and I was lifted up into the air until I was spread-eagled almost at the top of the posts. Master was standing between my legs. My cunt and ass were at his eye level. He was again laughing slightly.

    “I see you still use the red passion flower plug,” he said, stroking me lightly between the legs.

    “It’s a new one,” I replied. “A gift from Madame Loretta. Look closer.”

    He stepped further between my legs. I could feel his breath on my cunt and let out a small moan.

    “Oh,” he said, “there is something carved in the center of the passion flower.”

    He touched the plug and I bounced in my restraints. His touch, even though it wasn’t on my flesh, sent waves of warmth throughout my body.

    “There is a little mouse in the center of the flower,” he said.

    I said softly, “Madame Loretta said that I was the only shishi passion flower she had ever seen.”

    Master tapped my plug with his finger and said, “The view is wonderful, but this seems a bit impractical. Then I heard some soft whirring and I began to lower. The pulleys at the top of the four posts were somehow sliding down. Evidently they were on a track of some sort. The tension on my arms and legs didn’t change, but I was now at Master’s waist level.

    “Are you sure you want to play with pain?” he asked.

    “Yes,” I answered.

    “This will be relatively mild,” he said as he stepped alongside me and grabbed one of the strange clamps.

    The handle of the clamp reminded me of an eye for some reason. Master pushed on the outside of the round handles and the clamp opened. He squeezed harder and the clamp opened even further.

    As he fitted the clamp on my left nipple, he said, “The secret of these clamps is that as you pull on them…” He pulled slightly on the chain. “… they get tighter.”

    I gasped slightly as the clamp squeezed my nipple. The clamp itself was padded, so it didn’t cut, but it was holding me very tightly. Master was humming to himself as he attached the clamp to my right nipple. He also tugged slightly on it so that the pressure was the same as on the left.

    Then he held up the third clamp and asked, “Care to guess where this one is supposed to go?”

    I just shook my head.

    He reached down and began stroking my clit. I immediately began to respond and rock in my restraints. Then he said, “That looks good,” and put the clamp on my engorged clit.

    I let out a stifled groan. It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time.

    “I think I need to get out of these clothes before I finish preparing you,” he said softly and patted me on the tummy. “But first let me tighten your chains.”

    I wasn’t sure what he meant, but he pressed a button on the remote and the small cable holding the clamp chain began tightening. I grunted several times as it pulled harder on my clit and nipples and, of course, clamped tighter. I found that I was pulling on my restraints to raise my body so that the pull of the clamps was less.

    “That’s good,” Master said. “I will let you simmer like that while I get ready.”

    I don’t know what he meant by simmer, but waiting for him to fuck me had the fires raging within me. And the pull of the clamps somehow made those fires even hotter. Again, they hurt. They really hurt, but they also felt good.

    I had my eyes closed and was drifting with the sensations when suddenly I felt something warm and wet on my stomach. I opened my eyes and Master was rubbing some sort of oil or ointment on me.

    “Madame Loretta said that this would increase your pleasure,” he explained. As he rubbed it over my breasts and down toward my cunt he added, “I don’t know what is in it, but it smells nice.”

    I didn’t know what was in it either, but my body was on fire beneath his hands. I began to buck in my restraints, but each time I moved, the clamps grabbed me even tighter. If I lifted my hips, the tension in the chain became less, but I couldn’t keep my hips lifted very long. My body was undulating as if it were calling for Master to fuck me.

    “I think you are ready,” he said as he positioned himself between my legs. He adjusted my height slightly and then pushed into me.

    He gasped as I drew him into myself. Madame Loretta’s magic training machine had taught my cunt how to do that, but I hadn’t before had a chance to show Master. He started thrusting and I began bouncing myself against him as he thrust himself against me.

    It was weird with me hanging in the air like that. It was almost as if I were floating. As he thrust himself hard into me, I rammed myself back against him as hard as I could. Moving my hips pulled on the chain and I could feel the clamps pulling and tightening on my clit and my nipples. It felt almost like my nipples were squashed flat, but it didn’t hurt. It had stopped hurting as I went higher and higher. Now it was just one more sensation. I tried to hold myself back like a good passion slave, but I lost my battle with my body and screamed and thrashed as an intense orgasm washed over me.

    When I calmed down, Master was holding me by the hips so that he could remain inside me. Now the clamps were starting to hurt… all three of them. He pulled himself out and reached down to remove the clamp on my clit.

    “No,” I said, “there is something else I want to do.”

    “But aren’t they starting to hurt?” he asked.

    “Yes,” I answered, “but there is something else I want to do. I get no pleasure from it and I want it… and my pain… to be a gift to you.”

    “What do you mean, my little shishi?” he asked and I tilted back my head and opened my mouth as wide as I could.

    “Do you want this?” he asked.

    “I want you to have this from me,” I answered.

    He positioned himself at my mouth and slowly pushed himself in. I could feel him deep in my throat. I could not breathe, he was so deep. He pushed me away from him and I was able to grab a quick breath. The motion also pulled tightly on the clamps. I wanted to scream from the pain, but I could not.

    Master pulled me fully back onto his cock. Again the motion pulled on the chains and again I couldn’t breathe. Master stood slowly there pushing me back and forth. I could see nothing but his balls and the bottom of his ass, but as he kept moving me, I could see his ass cheeks beginning to clench and his balls were being drawn tighter and tighter upward. Then with a sudden, very hard thrust, Master erupted inside me. I felt his prick twitch and spurt deep inside my throat.

    The pain from the chains and from his prick being so deep inside my throat was tremendous, but when he groaned and spurted, the pain suddenly became something else. It wasn’t truly pleasure, but it was very intense. And it triggered an orgasm of sorts. It was an orgasm caused purely by knowing that I had given my Master… my husband Master… pleasure.

    After he slowly pulled himself out of my throat, he asked, “Are you all right?”

    “Yes,” I answered, “but next time, I think we will try the room with the strong winds.”

    He just laughed and said, “I think it is time to go home.”

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    I hear Master in his quarters. I am now all cleaned up and ready– in all ways– to eat with my Master. He knocks lightly on my door and says, “My little shishi, are you ready?”

    “For everything,” I reply as I open the door.

    The low table is already set for dinner. Master reclines on his thick mat. He offered to have a similar mat set at the table for me, but I told him that I had gotten used to kneeling at his table. I didn’t tell him that it was proper that as a slave– even though I am a slavewife– it is proper that I should kneel before my master. It brings me joy to know that I am a proper slave. Maybe I could have been a proper wife for some man but there is no way that I could have ever become wife of someone like Master Karl. It was only by becoming a slave that I was able to become slavewife to such a man– such a man who truly loves me.

    One of the servers is standing next to the table. I wonder why he has not set the first course in front of us, but then Master speaks. “I have brought you back a little gift from the Areala system,” he says with a smile. Then he nods to the serving slave and the slave sets a prawn cup down in front of me.

    “Oh Master!” I exclaim. “It is beautiful.”

    We do not always have prawns, but Master knows they are my favorite. The cup is not crystal glass. It is golden. I lift it and it is very heavy. Perhaps it is pure gold. And on the rim of the cup with the prawns are two which are made of silver.

    He reaches over and spears one of the real prawns with his prawn fork. I tilt back my head and open my mouth so that he may place it on my tongue. Somehow the ones he feeds me are more delicious than the ones I pick up myself.

    “Thank you, Master,” I say softly once I have chewed and swallowed the prawn.

    I ask Master about his trip. “It was uneventful,” he says with a smile. He laughs slightly and adds, “Uneventful is good.”

    “Things were also uneventful here,” I say. “Slave lucida thanks you for her longer hobble chains.”

    “That was so you didn’t have to walk so slowly for her to keep up with you,” he says. “If she attempts to run away again her chains will be even shorter.”

    “She knows that,” I reply. “And she knows that if she tries to run away I will need to find a new slave companion.”

    I pause and Master asks, “Is there something else?”

    “Sometimes she intentionally displeases me,” I say. “It is as if she wants me to punish her.”

    “Do you?” He asks.

    “Yes, Master,” I reply. “I know that as a slave I should not punish another slave unless ordered to do so, but she pushes and pushes until I lose control and redden her ass with my hand.” I look down at the floor, “I have even used one of the punishment paddles on her.”

    “And what does she do?” He asks.

    “She screams and yells and begs me to stop,” I answer, “but when she gets up off my lap my legs are wet with her juices.” I again look at the floor. “Then she relieves my frustrations.”

    Master laughs. “I see,” he says, still laughing. “Some slaves are that way,” he continues, “for some reason she needs the pain once in a while. And for obvious reasons, when I am away, your frustrations build. I think she is the perfect companion for you. Just be sure that you give her pain without injury.”

    “I would never hurt her,” I gasp out. “I mean… I mean I would never injure her.”

    “You would make a good Mistress,” he says thoughtfully. “It is a pity that the laws will not allow a slavewife to own other slaves.”

    “Thank you, Master,” I say softly.

    As the meal progresses, we talk of little things like an upcoming fair that he promises to take me to if he is on planet. I smile at him. He does not make such promises lightly. He must already know that he will be here during the fair.

    The dessert is boujing, a light whipped sort of pudding that melts away in your mouth. I have to concentrate on eating it slowly so that Master and I will finish at approximately the same time. When Master calls upon the servers to clear the table, he reaches toward his wrist to seal off the room.

    “Master,” I say quickly, “would you give me one more gift?”

    “Anything… within reason, my shishi,” he answers.

    I take several breaths building up the courage to ask. Then I say softly, “Would you leave the room unsealed so that I can record my thoughts directly to my lifepack tonight?”

    His face has lost all traces of emotion. Have I angered him? He reaches out and strokes my face lightly. “Only until I fall asleep, shishi. I will set it so that when the skydome closes, the room will automatically seal.”

    When we are in bed together, he always opens the skydome above the bed so that I can see the stars. He also always falls asleep before me, but has shown me where the button is to close the dome. It would close automatically before dawn, but he prefers it closed while he sleeps.

    “Thank you, Master,” I say.

    He rises and gestures for me to follow. Once in the bedroom, I undress him. He gives me a strange smile when his boxers land directly on top of his clothes folded on the chair. I wonder if he has been practicing that little kick he uses to flip them over there.

    “I have a surprise for you,” I say as I lap lightly at the tip of his prick. It immediately springs to life.

    “What is that, shishi?” he asks and I smile and answer, “You will see.”

    I draw his prick into my mouth. I bob up and down on the shaft a few times and then hold still with the tip of his penis at the back of my tongue. Then I concentrate on doing what Madame Loretta said was impossible. No, I cannot actually milk his prick with my mouth, but I have used the muscle trainer to train my tongue to undulate along Master’s shaft. That combined with rhythmic sucking creates nearly the same effect as my cunt milking him.

    He groans lightly as my tongue does its magic. For Master that is almost like totally losing control. I know that I have pleased him greatly. After a few minutes, he stiffens slightly and groans once more as he spurts into my mouth. I rise and go over to the small desk to rinse my mouth with wine. When I return he is already on the bed.

    “Lie beside me,” he says and I do. The sky dome is open and the stars are visible above us.

    He uses his hands to explore my body. It still feels strange when he runs his hands across my bald scalp, but somehow his touch on the bare skin of my head ignites the flames within me. Those flames grow hotter and hotter as his hands move down my body. I am already flowing heavily before his fingers touch the lips of my cunt, and I am rising high off the bed before he touches my clit.

    “Please…” I groan out, but he says firmly, “Not yet.”

    I am struggling to hold back my body. I am on fire. I am losing control. I raise myself up off the bed in a bow and suddenly he is plunging into me. When did he move to be between my legs?

    He drives me back onto the bed and thrusts hard in and out of me. I try to lift myself to meet his thrusts, but each time he drives me back onto the mattress. The fires within me are burning into my mind. I can’t control what my body is doing. All I can feel is my Master so forcefully within me.

    It is almost unbearable. Then I hear that slight groan and Master pins me to the bed and presses forcefully to hold me there. My body knows that it is time and I explode. Images of the past months flash before me. It is as if my mind is retelling the entire story of how I got to this exact point. Then everything is blinding white and I am overwhelmed with pleasure.

    I don’t know how long my mind was overwhelmed, but now Master is lying on top of me slowly moving in and out. He is almost soft and soon he will fall out of me. He does, but he keeps moving slowly as long as I push up against him. Finally, I too lay still.

    “Is my passion flower ready for sleep, my little shishi?” he says softly.

    “Yes… no…” I reply. “I want to watch the stars.”

    He laughs and says, “Someday, my little shishi, you will drain me dry.”

    I climb over his body and rub my cunt lightly against his prick. Despite his protests, it comes immediately to life. I impale myself on him and sit looking up at the stars. My cunt automatically starts its milking action as he lightly rubs the outside of my legs with his hands. After a while I hear the soft groan and feel him spurt within me. I look down and his eyes are closed.

    “What are you thinking, my Master?” I ask softly.

    “I am thinking that tonight,” he says, opening his eyes and smiling at me, “and for all the nights to come, my Gold-eyed Slave will join me in our bed and watch the stars above our head.”

    I fold myself down so that I can lie across his chest. “Thank you, Master,” I say as I reach up for the button that will close the sky dome and seal off the room. As the dome begins to close I think of Madame Loretta and realize that in my mind… and in the mind of my Master… I am no longer a slave. I am a wife… a free woman… who just happens to have some really strange tattoos.

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    The true rulers of this world, the credit card companies, have made it almost impossible to sell books with true BDSM themes. Erotic publishers will soon be a thing of the past. So I have pulled all of my books from the one publisher that I had left, and have decided to share them with my on-line followers.


  • 642, Mind Diary of a Judicial Slave – Chapter Eleven

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    On the planet of Farpost, there are no prisons. The punishment for severe crimes is Judicial Slavery. This is the story of one such slave. In this chapter slave shishi finds out who has been truly using her.

    642 is the story of a young woman on a distant planet in the distant future who is wrongfully convicted of theft and sentenced to two years of judicial slavery. This book, divided into twelve chapters, is her mind diary as her slavery goes through some very interesting– and erotic– twists. This is the chapter eleven. It is a very short transition chapter. I will be posting chapter twelve at the same time with it but it may or may not post immediately on the site.

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    WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

    All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

    Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2021 by The Technician.

    Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden.

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    Chapter ElevenThe Truth Revealed

    Cycle 4378, Day 373

    I awake in a bed in a strange room. I am feeling very, very empty. A woman in a white jacket says softly, “She is awake. But she is very weak.”

    I look around the room bewildered. There are two other beds in the room. Many people are standing next to my bed including Master and Madame Loretta. The woman in white steps closer, leans down to me and says quietly, “You are in hospital recovering from solar radiation poisoning. Do you know what that means?”

    “My poop will glow in the dark?” I say and then clap my hand to my mouth.

    She laughs slightly and says, “Perhaps, but what I meant is that you will need to be here for a few days while we get the residual poisons out of your body.”

    “But that is not why you feel so empty and confused.” Madame Loretta says. “Your lifepack has been totally erased.” I gasp and she continues, “It will reboot and update shortly. The false memories are being edited out by the central computer. Soon your true self will once again be totally restored.”

    Master leans in so I can see him smile at me and says, “Once the computer knew that there were two of you and two lifepacks, it was able to separate your real memories and entries from the false ones.”

    “How could there be two of me?” I ask.

    Master’s voice becomes almost harsh as he says, “My search of the official records on Home Planet were very interesting. William Appleworth has never had any children. And he has never been married. His appeal to you to save his child was a ruse to get your bone marrow.”

    Another man is standing next to Master. He is wearing a strange-looking black suit with a gold sash across the front. “We always knew it was possible to clone a lifepack,” he says, “but we knew that such a thing would be useless because lifepacks continuously record the DNA of the person in which it is implanted and transmits that information to the central computer each time it updates. We thought the lifepack system was totally secure because there was no way a cloned lifepack could ever be used to upload false memories to the planetary computer or be recognized as a bank security key.”

    “Until,” Master continues firmly, “someone implanted a fake lifepack in a mass of laboratory grown flesh cloned from your stem cells.” He points at me and adds, “… cells that were obtained from your bone marrow donation.”

    The other man looks very uncomfortable as he says, “Our scientists have assured me that they have implemented safeguards that will prevent another such occurrence.” He then starts to look very, very, very uncomfortable as he continues. “Xandar Deurue,” he says, calling me by my name before I was made a slave. “Xandar Deurue, without a doubt you are innocent of all charges against you. A clone of your lifepack was used to access your data storage area so certain accounting and mine records could be diverted. It was also used to create false bank accounts where the money from the sale of the embezzled ore was deposited. When you discovered the problem with the diverted records, you had the misfortune of reporting your suspicions to the very man who was responsible for those diversions. From that point on, the miscreants– including one of my own family– plotted to destroy you. They would have killed you immediately, but they needed you alive so they could interrupt your lifepack with their own to access their bank accounts and transfer their stolen money off planet. Once that was accomplished, they needed you to die in an accident or at the hands of other slaves so that they would not be implicated.”

    He turns to face Master before saying, “And they would have been successful if you hadn’t been bought by the Master of the House of Burcroft.”

    He pauses and begins to look almost pained. “I, as Chief Founder,” he says in a very stilted cadence, “could publicly announce your innocence. And that is what justice for you demands.”

    I gasp as I realize who he is.

    “But,” he continues, “declaring your innocence would destroy the galaxy’s trust in our system of lifepacks. That could cause the collapse of our economy, our trade relations with other systems, and perhaps even our culture. So I am asking– not ordering, but asking– if you would be willing to remain a slave of Master Karl.”

    “It would be a special kind of slave, shishi,” Master says softly. “If you will stay with me I will make you my Gold-eyed Slave. Gold tattoos will be overlaid on your eyes. The blue eye pearls will be replaced with gold. I will even have them tattoo a gold ribbon in your tattooed rope to proclaim to everyone that you are my Gold-eyed slave.”

    He slowly strokes my face and watches me for a few moments. Then he says, “But it is your choice, shishi. It is your choice.”

    I stare at them. Gold-eyed slaves are very rare here on Farpost. Under the law, they are slavewives, but actually they are more than ordinary wives. Because they are slaves and usually have no say in becoming a slavewife, they can never be divorced, put aside, sold, or in any way mistreated. They even have right of inheritance. In many ways a slavewife has higher status than a regular wife. Master is asking me to become his wife!

    I almost blurt out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” but instead gasp aloud as my lifepack comes back fully online. “I am back online,” I say, looking around the room.

    “So,” Master says laughing slightly, “now that you have control of your innermost thoughts and won’t just blurt them out, what is your answer?”

    “Yes, Master,” I say, almost sobbing. “I have always loved you and would be willing to remain as your slave even if it were as a purple-eyed slave.”

    “For now,” he says softly, “you must remain here. Your lifepack and the lifepacks of 33 and 34 recorded how much radiation you received.”

    The woman in the white coat gestures at the other two beds and says, “According to the readings, all three of you should have been dead when they found you. Somehow, you were able to keep your body active enough to absorb the solar radiation.” She gives a very tight smile, “Even so,” she says firmly, “you will need to stay here for a few days as we help your bodies heal.

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    END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN

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