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Reading Allowed, Pt.2

Since spitfiredhoni94 stole the first three chapters of this story and posted them as his/her/its own on this site I thought I’d better set the record straight: these stories were written by myself and my co-author lamignonne, and posted on bdsmlib.com in November of last year.

The Kennel Master Part 2

More, very dark, taboo, nonconsensual stuff – DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’t ENJOY THIS SORT OF THING. It is not my intention to upset or offend anyone.

Bound together (Chapter 3) Supernatural Hellfic

It was a new day and she found herself on the rack as usual. She was expecting to see her torturer but he was nowhere to be found. She trembled as she remembered the promise he’d made the previous day and felt her heart racing. She took deep breaths and tried to calm down.
Suddenly, the restraints lost their hold on her and she fell to the ground. She looked around again and noticed that the rack and her cage were both gone. Instead, she was standing in a huge black room…naked. Nobody seemed to be around but her, and it was completely empty except for a chaise lounge.
She approached it and felt the rich red velvet of the upholstery with her hand. It was soft and inviting. She was extremely tired and only wanted to sleep or rest but that was impossible. There was no sleep in hell and resting was out of the question since most of the time she had to keep her guard up. However, seeing no one around, she took her chances and lay down on it. She felt the softness of the velvet on her bare skin and managed to relax. She was lying on her back and her chest was slowly rising and falling with her deep breaths. She’d finally managed to calm down…and didn’t hear him approaching her.
He looked at her with prying eyes for a long time. She was naked, her pearly skin and dark hair contrasting against the redness of the velvet. She looked peaceful and was almost smiling. Then, she opened her eyes slowly and saw him standing next to her. She panicked and jumped up and away from the chaise lounge. He was naked, too, and remembering their previous encounter she thought “Oh, no, this is bad”.
He slowly and sensually lay down and smiled at her saying “Hi, doll, come over here” patting the chaise lounge. She found herself walking mechanically straight towards him. She had no control over her own body. She wanted to scream and run away but no matter how hard she tried, it was useless.
She was soon standing next to him as if waiting for further instructions. He looked up at her and began stroking her hips and waist. “I told you I had something special for today. How do you like this place? Quiet, private, and nice, right?” She felt her head nodding and realized she was nothing but his puppet. She then looked down and saw him growing hard already and thought “Oh, no, no, no!”
He made her sit on his lap facing him, her legs spread to both sides, straddling him. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were resting on her hips. He gently stroked her and smiled at her. “Kiss me,” he suddenly commanded. She pressed her lips against his and brushed gentle kisses on them. Next, she licked them and softly pushed her tongue inside his mouth. She slowly explored every inch of it and massaged his tongue with hers. He was on the receiving end this time, or so he wanted to pretend. She hated this. She hated what he was doing and the worst part was that she couldn’t do a thing to stop him.
When they parted the kiss, he said “I knew you were a good kisser, baby. That was really nice.” He looked into her eyes and stroked her hair. He left a trail of soft kisses down her neck and licked her collarbone. Suddenly, she felt heat building inside her. Her body was betraying her, she felt her growing arousal and wanted to scream and run away. He noticed and smirked, whispering in her ear “Oh, no, honey, we’re just getting started.”
He kept kissing her and roaming her body with his hands. He let his fingers explore every inch of her smooth skin. He cupped her breasts and slid lazy fingers down her back all the while looking into her eyes. He went on kissing and licking her front, and then started nibbling her earlobes and neck.
He became increasingly aggressive and dug his fingers on her butt while he nibbled and then bit her nipples. She shook in pain and he seemed to be turned on by it as he began biting harder. She felt tears running down her face and blood trickling down her breasts. Then she realized what he was doing. He was actually drinking from her: he was licking her breasts and sucking the blood from her abused reddened nipples. She looked down at him and found him looking back at her, his lips crimson with her blood and his green eyes lustful and glowing.
In that moment, she felt his erection against her thigh. He suddenly grabbed her hips, lifted her high up in the air and pushed her down in a single motion impaling her in him. She opened her eyes widely, screamed in pain, and pulled her head back as he thrust violently.
She felt him tearing her apart and couldn’t do a thing to stop him. Her back was arched and her arms were wrapped around him. He looked at her, licked his lips and said “I wanna go deeper inside you, princess” in a husky voice. Her arms immediately unhooked from him and fell back, hands resting on his thighs till she was almost lying on her back on top of him. Her legs were fully stretched out and her feet were resting on the ground as her body violently rocked back and forth farther down into him.
She then realized what he’d done: he’d made her change the angle so that he could go deeper inside of her. He was filling her completely, he’d never been that deep inside of her and she felt waves of excruciating pain washing over her entire body. The worst part wasn’t even the pain but that she couldn’t do anything to stop him. It was far worse than being on the rack. To anyone looking at them, they would’ve seemed lovers having hot sex, when she was actually being raped.
She rode him for what seemed to be hours and, when he was finally done with her, he pushed her back into his arms and held her still while he kissed her tenderly. He stroked her long mane and drew soothing circles on the small of her back. Then, he wrapped his arms around her tighter and she felt she was slowly regaining control of herself. She squirmed a little but he was still half hard inside of her and moving on top of him was making him grow hard again so she thought it wiser to stay still. He smiled and stroked her back as he said “Say you’re mine, sweetheart. Say it.” This time he didn’t sound angry. He was sweetly whispering in her ear.
She felt trapped in his arms. She couldn’t move because it’d make things worse so she was choosing not to do it, and it was terrible because he knew it, and was enjoying it. She was lying on top of him, he was still inside her, and there were no restraints holding her there, she was choosing to lie still in his arms. He looked into her eyes and smiled. She couldn’t believe it, he was acting as if they were lovers, as if she’d actually chosen to be with him…and she couldn’t take it anymore. She closed her eyes and buried her head on the small of his neck. He felt her tears on his chiseled chest and whispered in her ear “It’s ok, beautiful. You’ll give in to me. It may take a little longer than I thought, but you will.” He stroked her hair and brushed soft kisses on her head while she wept.

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Step Daughters’ Desire chapter 10

Diann is tied to a St Andrews cross in a spread eagle, caned, shock with a cattle prod,and fucked to orgasm. Tied to a dog fucking bench, fucked in all three holes and fucked in the pussy and ass by a dog.

Unplanned Kinky Experience

Judy wants to try a new bondage experience with her husband, Danny, but gets a lot more than she expected or wanted from the family dog and the next door neighbor.

Step Daughters’ Desire chapter 7

Frank uses Diann and starts her training as a sex slave. She is raped by the family dog, fucked in all her holes, swallows cum and gets spanked beaten tied, gagged and blindfolded. She is forced to orgasm multiple times with vibrators, dildo, fucking machine.

The anonymous bathroom hookup

Jeremy and his sister Katie lived together at home, but had very different lives. They didn’t talk much, and kept to theirselves. They both had something in common though, that neither of them knew about.
Katie had a fantasy that she had never been able to fulfill. She didn’t want anyone to know what it was, so she had never asked any of the boys she dated to do it. She had never had sex before, because she wanted to be taken. Her fantasy was to be taken and fucked by someone strong. She had been trying to find a way to make this happen for years, and finally got the idea to try to find someone anonymous on the internet. She went to craigslist, and created a post about wanting someone to fulfill her fantasy.
Jeremy never had any luck getting laid, even though he tried with lots of girls, he never succeeded. He was browsing around on the internet, and saw something about craigslist being full of people trying to hook up. He checked it out, and started looking. Most of the posts were people he’d never consider, but one post caught his eye. It was a girl trying to find someone to take her virginity by force, and he found himself getting really turned on by the idea. He read the post, and he decided to go for it. The girl seemed really, really into it, and he was more turned on by the idea than he had ever been. She had posted a naked picture of herself from the neck down, and she was really hot. She had amazing breasts, and her pussy was shaved. He sent a response, with a similar picture like she requested.
Katie couldn’t believe it, just 10 minutes after her post, she got a response. He was hot, and his dick was huge. She started getting wet thinking about him forcing that big thing inside her. She wrote back, and they started talking. They agreed on a place to meet, and that they would stay anonymous by not looking at each other’s faces. He asked her about condoms, and she thought about it. She trusted him, he seemed very sincere, and there was something about him. She told him he didn’t need to wear one. She didn’t have any birth control, but the idea of possibly getting pregnant made her horny.
When he read that, he also thought about the fact that she could get pregnant, and that made him horny too.
The night they had agreed on, Katie was downstairs waiting for time to leave. She had her bag with her clothes to change into after she left, and Jeremy came downstairs. He also had a bag with his clothes, and they were both surprised to see each other so late, it was close to 1 am. They asked what they were doing, and both nervously made excuses. They were each so nervous, neither questioned the other’s flimsy excuse. He left, and then after waiting a little, she left too.
She drove to the gas station truck stop about 40 minutes from their house that they had agreed on. It was far enough away from the highway that it was hardly used, especially this late. She parked behind the building, and changed in the car. She pulled her jeans off, and put on her black mid-thigh length skirt with a slit that came nearly up to her ass in the back. She took off her shirt and bra, and put on her button up business blouse. She left the top three buttons undone, and her perky breasts showed amazing cleavage. She put her thigh high stockings on, and then her stilettos, and then decided to remove her panties as well. They were completely soaked, and she put them in her purse. She felt her pussy and how wet she was, and couldn’t believe she was really doing this. It was so dangerous, but it turned her on so much. She pulled her hair back into a pony tail, then put her blonde wig and sunglasses on to disguise her face, completing her outfit.
She took a deep breath, and stepped out of the car. She walked into the truck stop through the back service door. There was no one around, except a few truckers at the diner bar, and the waitress. The truckers turned and stared at her, and the waitress, a fat older woman, looked at her with jealousy.
She went to the women’s restroom; the one she thought would be deserted tonight. She was right, and there was no one in the room. She bent over and looked under the stall doors, and saw no one. She sighed, and stood in front of the sink and waited. She looked herself over, admiring how attractive she was. She barely recognized herself, and felt her pussy juices running down her leg.
Meanwhile, Jeremy sat perched on the toilet seat, staying as silent as he could, and waited. He had heard the woman enter, and saw her feet as she checked the stalls, but he waited to be sure it was her. He peered out through the crack in the door, and saw her standing in front of the sink. She didn’t appear to be doing anything other than looking in the mirror, so he waited a few more moments. As she stood there longer, he decided that was it. It had to be her. He cracked open the stall door silently, and slipped out. With two quick bounds, he was on her.
She didn’t see him until he was nearly on top of her. He took her by surprise, she had no idea he was even in the room with her. She almost screamed out of pure instinct, but one hand covered her mouth as his other grabbed her left wrist. Her scream stifled, she stiffened, feeling adrenaline pumping through her. The feeling excited her. He whispered in her ear in a low coarse voice, “Don’t scream again. Don’t move, don’t try to get away. You’re mine.”
He pinned her waist against the sink with his body, and she didn’t think she could escape if she wanted. He was much too strong for her. He slowly removed his hand from her mouth, and when she didn’t make a noise, he reached back and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. She could see in the mirror that he was wearing a ski mask as he put the handkerchief in her mouth and tied it tight. She couldn’t make any noise except a guttural moan.
He grabbed her wrists, and pulled them together behind her back, and held them with one hand. He whispered, “You picked the wrong night to come out dressed like that you little slut. You look like you want to get fucked. You looking to get fucked tonight?” She shook her head, but he just laughed a low deep laugh, and stuck his hand between her legs through the slit in her dress and rubbed her pussy. He pulled his wet finger up and stuck it under her nose and said, “Wrong answer.”
He pulled out a rope and bound her wrists, and then stuck his hand into the front of her shirt. He fondled her breast, pinching and pulling her erect nipples. She moaned, but tried to squirm away from him. He jerked her back into place and continued. Then he pulled her backward by the wrists, and she stumbled to keep up as he moved her to the changing table. She lost one of her heels as dragged her backwards, so she had to hobble to stay standing. He lowered the table, then pushed her down onto it. Bent over the table, her ass stuck out and the tops of her legs above her stockings showed under her skirt. He held her head down against the cold plastic table, and her rubbed her pussy. The slit in her skirt rode up her ass exposing her pussy to him. He ground his dick against her, and said, “is this what you wanted you slut?” She shook her head frantically, but in her head she was screaming yes!
She was hornier than she had ever been. The anticipation of being fucked for the first time, and by a complete stranger with no choice in the matter, was exactly what she had been craving for so many years, and now it was about to happen. She heard his fly unzip, and felt warm flesh rubbed against her slippery pussy. Time seemed to stop momentarily, then came crashing back down as he pushed his dick into her virgin pussy. It was incredibly tight, but she was so wet it slid in easily. There was some pain, but it was overwhelmed by incredible pleasure. She cried out in lust, her voice muffled by the gag filing her mouth. He began thrusting into her deep and hard, giving no consideration to her, only trying to satisfy himself. He held her hips with one hand and pressed her face against the table with the other. She moaned as he quickened his pace, but he hissed, “Shut up bitch!”
And then as quickly as it had started, he was cumming into her. She felt the spasms as he shot his cum deep into her pussy. The feeling of a stranger’s cum in her, possibly impregnating her against her will tipped her over the edge. Her own orgasm crashed into her, sending her reeling. She hardly noticed as he lifted her from the table, and dragged her across the small room and thrust her against the stall wall.
He pushed her legs apart with his feet, and pinned her with his body. He slid his dick back into her inviting pussy, fucked her against the wall using one hand on the top of the stall wall to hold her. He lifted her off the ground enough that she couldn’t move. He grabbed a fistful of her hair with the other hand, and pulled it, only to come away with her wig in his hand. He said, “What the fuck?” and threw it down. Her pony tail underneath was an even better handle, which he grabbed to pull her head back, breathing heavy on her neck as he pounded her.
Her arms bound, her feet off the ground, and her head held back, she was completely immobilized. She had no choice but to let him fuck her, stretching her newly fucked pussy, a passive participant. She began cumming again almost immediately, this time in a slow prolonged wave. Each bounce on his dick renewing the spasms of pleasure that coursed from her pussy through her whole body.
He fucked her for longer this time before cumming a second time into her pussy. When he pulled his dick out this time, their mingled cum began to pour out of her pussy and leak down her leg. He let her down roughly, and ripped her shirt open, sending buttons flying to plink off the tile floor. He grabbed and kneaded her breasts roughly, pinching and pulling her nipples, squeezing and tugging her fleshy mounds. She enjoyed the pain, it heightened her already intense pleasure.
Then suddenly he let her drop and pulled her back. She landed on her one remaining heel, which unbalanced her, and she began to topple. Instead of catching her, he simply pushed her, sending her crashing to her knees. She felt caught off guard by the gesture, she was so unused to not being treated kindly. She enjoyed it, and he next pushed her over face down on the floor. Her ass stuck straight up in the air, and her face and tits pressed against the cold tile of the floor. He pulled her skirt up completely over her ass and whistled, saying “Who would have expected such a sweet pretty pussy on a dirty truck stop whore like you.” She enjoyed playing the part, and relished the dirty talk. She felt filthy and debased lying on the floor of the restroom, completely exposed to this stranger, and to anyone who happened to come in.
She thought for sure that he was finished fucking her, but he knelt behind her and plunged his still rigid cock into her once again. She gasped in surprise, her tender pussy was extra sensitive from the soreness of being fucked so roughly for the first time, and from her intense orgasms, which increased the intensity of his thrusts. The cold of the tile beneath her, contrasted against the heat radiating from his cock inside her; the pleasure of the fucking she was getting with the pain and fear of her situation all mingled together, sending her over the edge again. He also came one last time, then stood up.
He slapped her across the ass hard, the shock sending a shiver through her body. As the sharp pain of the strike faded, she was left with just the warmth on her bare ass. She felt completely exposed and vulnerable, her most intimate parts exposed with nothing she could do about it. After pulling his pants back on, he suddenly shoved her over onto her side with his foot. She went crashing down hard on her hip. She didn’t see it coming, so the jolt of falling and then hitting the tile shocked her, but she felt it most in her pussy, which spasmed with pleasure. He reached down and untied her wrists after tucking his dick back into his pants.
Now that he was finished fucking her, she had no idea what was going to happen. Would he leave her here like this, would he take her with him? He said, “Come back any time if you want more of the same slut.” She pushed herself up onto her knees, and pulled the gag out of her mouth, around her neck. Her sunglasses had gotten knocked off as she hit the floor, and her wig was in the corner. She still faced away from him, and she stayed facing away as she heard him walk to the door.
As he reached for the handle, he pulled his ski mask off, and felt himself caught in moment. He could either open the door and walk out, leaving her here, never to know who she was and probably to never meet her again, or he could break their bargain and turn and look at her. He somehow felt that she was experiencing the same thing, and she might turn and look at him, desiring to know who he was, as he desired to know her.
A few more heartbeats passed, which felt like an eternity, then he turned. He saw the back of her head as she picked up her sunglasses. He wondered if she would put them back on, hiding her face, or if she would turn too.
She had been feeling the same thing as him, and she chose to turn as well. Their eyes met, and shock froze them both. With their eyes locked, they recognized each other, and the weight of what had just happened crashed over them. Neither could speak, they just locked eyes, gazing at their sibling.
He couldn’t believe it, his own sister was the girl of his dreams. She had always seemed like such a reserved and private girl, could she really be the same person who wanted to be used and abused the way he had just done? What would she think of him now? Would she hate him for what he did to her?
Katie’s mind reeled. ‘Had I really just done that with my brother?’ ‘Could he really have been the one to fulfill my fantasy beyond my wildest dreams?’ ‘What would he think of her now that he knew her deepest secrets?’ Her exhausted body and her overwhelmed mind were too much for her to handle, and she felt herself fainting.
He saw her begin to fall, and with lightning speed, rushed across the small room and caught her, lowering her gently to the ground. The next thing she knew, she awoke with him over her, a tender look of caring in his eyes. He said, “Are you alright?” the first words spoken between them since their revelation.
She said, “Yes I think so, I’m just overwhelmed.” He said, “I know me too.” After a pause, he said, “I didn’t hurt you did I?” She said, “No, nothing I didn’t want you to do.” He helped her stand up, and said, “I know this is a lot to take in, but we should get out of here before they call the cops, they may have heard us.” Just then, the waitress from the diner opened the door. She took in the scene, and said to Jeremy, “I knew something was going on in here, you stay right there and don’t move.”
He said, “Come on, quick!” he grabbed her arm and ran past the waitress, pushing her aside. He called over his shoulder, “Sorry!” as they ran down the hall. Katie said, “My shoes!” she was hobbling, still wearing one heel. He stopped long enough to help her remove it, and she realized her skirt was still pulled up to her waist, her pussy uncovered. She worked at hiking it down as they ran down the hall. The truckers at the diner watched them run past, and one of them whistled at her.
The waitress had picked herself up and was trundling down the hall after them. “Call the cops!” she shouted. The truckers didn’t make a move, they were too distracted by the view of her pussy and ass as she ran by. They made it to the exit, and she said, “My car!” he said, “Keys!” and she pulled them out of her purse as ran to the passenger side. She tossed them to him, and he jumped in the driver’s seat. They pulled away as the waitress came out the door, doubled over winded. He sped away, and after a few miles, he slowed down, and the tension broke and they started laughing together. “We made it,” he joked.
He pulled over into a secluded area and parked the car. In the silence, they sat, until she said, “I can’t believe that really happened. Of all the people I could have found, for it to have been you…” then she said, “You didn’t know it was me in the ad did you?” He said, “No, I had no idea, it was just luck I guess. Well, not luck, I mean…” He stammered, then he said, “Are you mad at me?” She said, “No, not at all. I’m the one that asked for everything that happened; I just didn’t expect my brother to be the one to be the first to do it.”
He said, “Yeah, I didn’t expect my sister to be my first either.” She said, “Your first? You mean you were a virgin too?” He said, “I suppose there’s really no reason to be shy about sex with each other now, huh? Yes, this was my first time with a girl.” She said, “Wow, both of us lost our virginity to each other. I still can’t believe this.”
He said, “Did you feel like you were in danger?” She responded, “No, somehow I felt that you wouldn’t hurt me. Maybe I sensed something inside you. I really didn’t think anything bad would happen.” He said, “That’s right, I wouldn’t ever hurt you.” They shared an intimate look between them, and then he said, “So, where do we go from here? I promise I won’t ever tell anyone this happened, and we can just forget this night ever happened.” She interrupted him, “Forget it happened? I don’t want to forget, it was the most amazing, special night of my life! I was actually hoping that you would want to continue this.”
She looked down at her feet bashfully, like she did when she was young, and he was amazed. He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t say anything, just stared in disbelief. She finally said, “Well? What about you?” he stammered, “Yes, I do want to continue this, it was an amazing night for me too.” She grinned from ear to ear, and turned to him, “Oh Jeremy, I’m so glad you feel the same way! I know that we can’t ever go back to the way things were. I want to be yours to use forever. I want to turn my body over to you to do with as you please, at any time.”
He felt his dick stiffening even harder as she spoke those words like they were an oath, and not knowing what words he could say in that moment, he decided to let he actions speak for him.
He reached up and pulled her face close to him, and kissed her for the first time. He was gentle, but as she melted into him, he got rougher, until he was dragging her out of her seat and onto his lap. She spread her legs to straddle him, and he unbuttoned his pants to get his dick out as she continued to kiss him roughly as she grinded on him. As soon as his dick was out, she plunged herself down onto it, and he grabbed her, forcefully thrusting into her as she moaned and braced herself against the car roof.
After they both finished cumming again, he pushed her back into her seat, her pussy dripping all over her car seat, and started the car to drive them home.
To Be Continued…

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Monica becomes a sub V – Didi’s awakening

Didi gets what she asked for….and more
Didi picks up the story
Well I’ve let my big mouth run away again. What the fuck am I thinking? I mumbled punishment without even thinking what it might mean. I can turn around and just haul ass. That’s the smart thing to do but for some reason I keep moving forward. I’m led to the basement stairs and down. Mistress is in front and Kyle (I’d just learned his name) was behind me. I’m a hefty woman and if I hit him just right he’ll fall over and I can escape. I won’t have any clothes but that’s a technicality. Go ahead Didi, turn around and bolt. I can’t make myself do it though so I keep going down. That’s an appropriate phrase, I’m going down lower than I’ve ever been. Fuck me in the ass with a corn cob. Oops, strike that.
We get to the bottom of the stairs and I see the chains. I’ve seen chains before but these look somehow sinister, dangerous. Knowing that I’m soon going to be held captive by them doesn’t ease my mind at all. Mistress raises my arms above my head while Kyle fastens them with Velcro cuffs. My legs are then spread and my ankles cuffed in place. My feet barely make contact with the floor as Mistress had told me. She stands in front of me with a loving, motherly smile on her face but I can’t see Kyle. I’ve never felt this vulnerable in my life and for some strange reason it’s not entirely a bad feeling. This just can’t be right. I can’t be liking this shit. No fuckin’ way!
I don’t know how long I hung there but the waiting was horrible. I heard a WHOOSH and it felt like someone had driven a large rusty nail straight into the left cheek of my ass. My eyes and mouth flew open wide and I think I screamed but didn’t hear it. WHOOSH and another rusty nail is driven into my other cheek. Now I didn’t have enough breath to scream so my mouth just hung open. This fucking hurts. So why are my pussy and asshole tingling? The pain is overwhelming but at the same time…..I don’t know. A new pain blossoms on the inside of my left thigh just inches below my pussy and then another on my right thigh. The four sources of pain seem to radiate out and meet on straight lines at my pussy and I can not only feel the wetness but feel it run down my thighs. Traitorous piece of shit. My pussy is betraying me. This is not right. There is no pleasure in what is being done to me. Or is there?
Kyle is in front of me now and the next strike hits my left tit. My nipple pops out and I think “wait a minute, I like that.” My other tit is hit and its nipple hardens. You sick bitch. You like that! Not only that but he knows I like it. He found me out just like she said he would. Am I that transparent? Kyle nods to Mistress and I see she has something in her hand. It’s another chain but much smaller with what looks like clips or clamps on each end. She steps forward and puts a clamp on each nipple and the chain hangs down between. She turns a little wheel on each clamp and I can feel the bite of each deepen. This hurts but I like it. I like having my tits brutalized. I am a sick bitch but how did he know? I am pissed off but thrilled that he knows. What the fuck else does this genie know? He hands her the whip and she gives me one on the side of each tit. Oh shit, this just keeps getting better and better and I want more but refuse to beg. That stupid stubborn streak again.
“Is that as hard as you can hit Mistress Bitch? That’s the best you can do?”
Oops, tactical error there. But no. She starts a rapid fire whipping over what feels like every inch of my tits and she does it with surprising strength. My God, this is so good and she was right again. He did know exactly what I wanted and he’s giving it to me. The pain was so exquisite that I couldn’t separate it from the pleasure that is invading my body. This can’t be happening. I can’t be so low that I want to be tortured. But this doesn’t feel like torture. I can’t describe it as anything else but it can’t be torture if I like it so much. If my mind wants me it knows where to find me. I guess I’m going crazy.
“Pull the fucking chain you fat whore. You fucking pathetic excuse for a Mistress. Pull it hard and let me cum.”
“Not yet.” He says.
She works her way down my body with the whip. Below my tits, on my sides, my stomach, my hips and then stronger blows on the inside of both thighs. The final blow starts at the floor and lands right on my cunt lips. Pain radiates from my whole body but pleasure is right there on top of it. My pussy is freely flowing now and the big cum is right there but then she whips her way down both legs and the pain/pleasure is increased. My whole goddamn body has become a sexual organ seeking release.
“Pull the chain, please. Pull the fucking thing hard and let me cum! No mercy – I need the pain. Pull it.”
“More, I need more.”
He must have given her the nod because she stepped up and looked me right in the eye with an “I told you so, bitch” smile on her face and pulled the chain straight out. I looked down and watched as both nipples were pulled straight out from my tits and got longer than I could have imagined. I went straight to the launch mode. I started to shake over my entire body and my legs gave out. I was hanging by my wrists only but at that point I was beyond caring. The greatest sexual release I had never thought possible took me over completely. My head hung limp and my chin was on my chest. I was drooling like a retard and the spit was coating my tits. I could see shiny streaks of my essence flowing down both legs and pooling on the floor. I have no memory of breathing. I had no energy left in my body but I felt more alive than I’ve ever felt. My ankles were released then my wrists. I melted straight down to the floor into the puddle of my own juices. Spit and pussy juices were mixed on the floor. Thank God I didn’t shit myself.
“Lick it up, tramp. Get it all, it is not to be wasted.”
I’m surprised that I can make my tongue move but I start licking my own pussy juice off the floor with relish. Of course this is a natural thing to be doing. Doesn’t everybody lick cunt juice off floors? I knew that I had gone far beyond what’s normal but I was a slut and I was the slut I was meant to be. I actually took comfort in that thought. I like being a slut and I’m damn sure gonna be a good one or die trying. Beyond what most would think was cruelty, I could feel love in the whipping and I felt somehow safe. These people would give me what I craved but wouldn’t hurt me. Given what just happened, I know that sounds like a contradiction, but if you think about it, it makes sense. Hell, I hope it makes sense to someone ‘cause I’m confused.
Mistress had stayed with me while Kyle had gone back upstairs. When I had cleaned up my mess, she helped me to my feet and up the stairs. It was an effort but we made it. The nipple clips came off and I missed them immediately but knew I’d feel their bite again.
“Take care of her, Monica. You know what to do.”
Mistress sat on the couch and motioned me to lie with my shoulders and head cradled in her arms. She took lotion from a side table and began to caress it on to my body wherever the whip had bitten, which was essentially my entire body. She did it lovingly and whispered soothing tones the whole time. Her hands brought warmth to my body wherever she touched and I’ve never felt such love. She smiled at me like a mother to a child. I was in love and wanted nothing but to please these two who had given me so much. Anything they asked I would do. I have no choice – this is who and what I am now.
We had been up all night and Kyle announced that we should all go to bed and get some rest. We walked up the stairs touching each other simply for the contact. We all climbed into the big king size bed with me in the middle, protected. Each had a hand on me, rubbing gently to let me know I was safe and loved. Kyle leaned over and kissed me softly but passionately and I surrendered to him. His hand found its way between my legs to find me wet already. I was ready for this and now found that I wanted it immensely. He mounted and I could feel the head of his cock at my lips. I felt the power of it and could sense that it had grown considerably from when I saw it earlier. He pushed his hips forward and I could feel the mushroomed head penetrate my outer lips and enter my cunt. I felt it move deeper, slowly, until it had reached places that had never been touched before and then he stopped. I knew that this wasn’t gonna be the wham bam thank you ma’am fuck I was used to. I could feel it on the walls of my pussy. The heat I felt told me that this was more. He fucked me slowly then faster, harder the softer. Mistress was whispering in my ear.
“He’s showing you his love, baby. You can feel it can’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
She cupped my breast, running her thumb over the nipple while whispering, kissing, and nipping my ear. The sensations together were incredible. She leaned forward and sucked the nipple into her mouth and lashed it with her tongue. I felt his meat leave me and then the mushroom was sliding up my slit until it hit my clit. He rubbed that big head over my clit several times before sliding it back down and in me with one motion. I had an out of body experience and felt myself floating above the bed looking down and watching his ass and hips move forward and back in a sensuous rhythm. My face was contorted in ecstasy and lust. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my heels were kicking his ass hoping to spur him on. How naïve I am. He needed no instruction or urging. My cunt contracted on his hot, hard, flesh trying to keep him in me and wanting to please him. Wanting only to please him.
“My God I’m gonna cum. Feels so good, don’t stop, don’t ever stop. Push that hard pole in me all the way and make me cum.”
Mistress whispered “I’m gonna cum with you, baby. Hold it as long as you can. Sensei, may we cum?”
He must have grunted his assent for she whispered “cum with me baby, cum into a new world with me.”
“Yes, yes, I can’t hold it any more, I’m cummmmingggg! Sweet Jesus I’m cumming. I’m fucking paralyzed, I can’t move! OOHHHH fuck me! Keep fucking me and never stop. I can’t..I won’t…my body isn’t mine anymore. I’m cummmmminggggg!”
The meat stick pounded me now. With each thrust it felt like a new wave of cum overlapping the last one. I thought that it just couldn’t get any more intense and then I felt the first burst of his seed splash on my cervix and I knew that I never wanted to come back down from this place they had taken me. Jet after jet of hot, sticky seed blasted my cunt.
“Breed me you glorious fucker. Spray your cum inside me and fill me up. I want it all and then I want more. Cum in me, please! Give me your hot juice.”
We three lay like that for what seemed like hours. His weight on me felt like a warm comfortable blanket and I never wanted to move. She had never stopped crooning in my ear, licking and kissing my neck. I either fell asleep or passed out, knowing where heaven was.
When Mistress woke me hours later I was still between them like meat in a sandwich. She motioned me to go with her quietly so as not to disturb him. We went downstairs hand in hand, picked up the living room on the way through, and went into the kitchen to prepare his coffee. When he came through the door after a while I turned to face him, went to my knees, and bowed my head.
“Good morning, Sensei. How may I make your day better?”
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I hope I was able to give you horn-dogs something to jerk off over. I also wrote this for the ladies who truly understand this story and the ladies who want to understand. I hope I succeeded, at least a little.
I have some ideas to continue this story but I won’t waste my time or yours unless the comments are favorable and the criticism constructive. Hitting the Negative button without saying why helps no one.
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For sadists only – My second torture session

This is the second story after “For sadists only – my first time with the lash”.
After the horrendous beatings by Gary, I had it in my mind that I’d been absolutely crazy to have so willingly put myself into that situation. I knew without the slightest doubt that never again would I ever want to do anything like it again.
On the long drive back home I’d been tormented with wondering what my husband thought about the whole affair. Admittedly he had been a party to arranging the whole visit, and had seemingly enjoyed every minute of it, even to the point of holding me down so that Gary could beat me untill I was screaming in agony. Perhaps he had done that because he’d lost all respect for me.
Rob, my husband, certainly seemed still loving. He seemed concerned at my tender and bruised condition, but we had hardly said a word about the affair and each seemed preoccupied with our own thoughts as we drove home.
My own overwhelming feeling was one of shame that I had been such a wanton slut, yes, that’s the only word to describe me, … a wanton slut for Gary, openly, enthusiastically and shameless with my husband watching.
Over the ensuing week this feeling of shame persisted, especially when my husband and I played in the bed. Rob was still the same loving and caring husband though, and I slowly began to think that perhaps, just perhaps, he wasn’t put out by what I had done. Perhaps, just perhaps, he did still respect me … why else would he be so loving, seemingly much more loving than prior to our fantastic weekend away.
The thing was that neither Rob nor myself spoke of what had happened, each one of us, I realized later, being completely uncertain of what the other one thought.
The ice eventually had to break, and it did break about a week later when we were fucking and sucking on the bed. I was on all fours with Rob up behind me and pumping his cock into my pussy doggie fashion.
My bum was still very bruised and tender from my beating, and as Rob fucked me he pressed onto my bruising, causing me to wince a little and give an “ouch”.
“What’s wrong,” he asked with concern.
“The bruising is still a bit tender,” I replied, feeling a little embarrassed at mentioning it.
Rob must have been embarrassed as well because he was silent for a moment and then quietly said, “can you forgive me for doing that to you?”
I was surprised at his words because I’d thought that it was I who needed forgiveness, but it seemed that my husband was feeling pangs of guilt at setting me up for such a session.
“But I was hardly an unwilling party to it,” I replied, and then added, “you must be disgusted with me for the way that I acted.”
“Disgusted!” my husband exclaimed. “Why, I thought that you were the most, wonderful, beautiful thing!”
A cloud lifted and our true feelings came into the open. It transpired that Rob was thrilled with my lustful sluttiness and with the awful thrashings that I had been able to take.
In turn I let him know that I had been thrilled at being beaten and treated in such a degrading manner.
We were both filled with lust as we began to relive the experience, comparing thoughts about every little aspect of what had taken place.
“But you couldn’t have enjoyed it?” my husband asked in wonderment.
“No,” I admitted. “I certainly can’t say that I enjoyed it at the time and yet I did want it to happen and now I am so glad that it did.”
Most of the markings, that the lash had left on my body, had more or less faded away after a week or two. Some of the bruising though, lasted longer and I was quite tender in places.
Likewise, my emotional healing followed a similar path.
A few weeks after my thrashing, I began to look at my experience in a slightly modified light. Whereas at first it had seemed so very stupid to willingly submit to that sort of treatment, I now took the view that I indeed had to try everything at least once, and that having submitted to such a beating, I could now feel a pride that I had actually gone through with it.
It was comforting too, that my husband hadn’t lost any respect or regard for me as I had at first feared. In fact his view of me had taken quite the other direction and whenever we spoke of my treatment at Gary’s hands, he was full of admiration and pride in me as his wife.
Because of this admiration, I eventually suggested to my Rob that he might like to whip me. His reaction was rather surprising to me in that he shunned the idea and told me that he could never hurt me.
We quite openly discussed our feelings and, it transpired that while my husband had an abhorence of hurting me himself, he nevertheless thrilled at the idea of my abuse and punishment at the hands of other men.
Time continued to alter my attitude until after a couple of months I was looking back upon my beating with fond memories and I knew that if an opportunity arose, I would enthusiastically submit once more.
From that point onwards I purposely, at nights when my husband and I were fucking, would bring up the subject of what we had done, in the hope that Rob might suggest a repeat performance. I was too embarrassed to make a direct suggestion myself.
Because this tack didn’t bring the desired result I, after a time, took a different approach and asked Rob if he was still emailing with Gary.
I eventually got out of him that Gary was enthusiastic to again thrash and beat me.
“Is he pressurizing you to take me there again,” I asked, trying to keep too much excitement from showing in my voice.
“Well he’s pressurizing me to pressurize you,” Rob laughingly replied.
“But it’s not up to me,” I said, trying to put a surprised tone into my voice. “I would do it again if you wanted me to.”
“Would you!” Rob exclaimed, his face lighting up with joyous surprise.
The “start” button had been triggered in our minds. It was all now enthusiastic discussion and planning.
The next day Rob told me that he’d passed on the good news to Gary.
“What did he say,” I asked.
His exact words: “I always knew that the little slut would be back for more,” my husband related with a grin.
It certainly wasn’t without apprehension that I planned this next visit to Gary. I could certainly well remember the terrible flogging and the pain and misery and suffering at Gary’s hands, and I knew that this next trip would be no different and yet I very definitely wanted it to happen.
It was lust that drove me on. Lust for being degraded and humiliated. Lust to satisfy both Gary and Rob in their perverted, sadistic desires. Lust to be a slut and a whore for them.
Saturday finally came and we headed off on the six hour drive to where Gary lived.
Being so far to drive there, only added to my feelings of debasement and humiliation. How many women would make a six hour trip for the opportunity of being thrashed, beaten and treated like trash.
It was a long day but eventually we reached the town and booked into the motel.
Rob said that he was starving and ordered a big meal, I however only had a light snack as I knew that being whipped and beaten on a full stomach wouldn’t be the right thing.
I showered and took great care with my makeup. I dressed in my sexiest, most delicate underwear and put on a light, summer dress.
Rob phoned Gary and then left the motel and made the ten minute drive to Gary’s house.
Gary and Rob met enthusiastically and shook hands. Gary then turned his attention to me. “Hello slut,” he said with a leering grin and then, with his left hand, grabbed a fistful of my hair, tipping my head back as he kissed my mouth and ran his tongue inside, while his right hand pulled my skirt up and groped my pussy.
“Hello,” I smillingly replied when he released me. I used the sweetest voice that I could muster, even though I could feel the pain of having had my hair wrenched.
We had parked on the roadside and were standing on the pavement. Gary nevertheless told me to strip off.
It was not long dark and I momentarily glanced up and down the street before beginning to undress.
Gary undid his pants and took his hard cock out. “Get down and suck this,” he ordered as soon as I was naked.
I glanced at my husband who was standing, watching approvingly, then I knelt on the hard concrete of the pavement and lovingly sucked Gary’s cock into my mouth.
“I told you the fucking whore would be back for more,” I heard Gary telling my husband, and he had a tone of triumph in his voice.
I sucked Gary’s gorgeous hard cock for some minutes. Slowly pressing my mouth forward onto his cock, and then slowly easing back so that my tongue could slide and slip around and around the hard rim of his cock head.
Suddenly there was a resounding slap across my cheek as Gary pulled his cock away from my mouth. “That will do bitch,” he said. “Get inside and I’ll thrash the fuck out of you.”
I shuddered but immediately obeyed and moved towards the house.
Inside I was led to the bedroom where I was told to lie face down with a heap of pillows beneath my hips so as to present my naked bum high in the air and ready for whipping.
Gary now selected the multi-strand leather lash that had hurt me so much on the previous occasion. Moments later I heard the swish of leather sizzling through the air and immediately the leather strands impacted my soft flesh and I felt a sharp biting pain surge across my bum, stinging horribly.
I involuntarily gave a squeel of pain and a whimpering gasp.
“Nice?” Gary laughed.
“Nice for you,” I replied as I waited in trepidation for the next lash.
My words were cut off in another cry of pain as the leather strands splayed out over my bum and their individual thongs each stung painfully, leaving my bum stinging.
The thrashing kept on and soon I was gasping and half whimpering with cries of distress.
The pain of the lash was stinging and biting. Gary kept it up continually without pause.
Soon my fingers where clawing at the bed as I struggled to withstand the pain. My tearful face was pressed against the sheet as I gasped and panted and cried out as I tried to maintain my position and keep taking my beating.
Eventually it was more than I could voluntarily suffer and I quickly began to wriggle off the bed, protesting that I could take no more but knowing from my previous experience that I would be forced into taking more. My bum was like fire and the cruelty of the lash had left my body in constant sensation of the sharp, burning pain.
“Time you were tied down then,” Gary said sadistically as he tossed the lash aside and took up a handful of leather restraints.
“No, no, I can’t take any more,” I sobbed as he told me to hold my wrists for him to buckle.
A swift lash across my breasts with an end of leather made me shriek. “Hold your wrists out,” Gary repeated demandingly.
I stood there sobbing as I held my wrists out and watched Gary firmly buckling them into the leather straps.
I lay back onto the bed sobbing pitifully and felt my arms stretched firmly apart as Gary fastened the straps to the bed.
I was soon screaming uncontrollably as the thrashing continued on and on. In between my screams I was crying and crying and crying.
My body and mind knew nothing but pain. My whole world, my whole existence was horrible, agonising, stinging pain.
Eventually the whipping ceased and I lay there an exhausted, spent, sobbing wreck, unable to move.
“Fuck!” I heard my husband exclaiming enthusiastically. “Isn’t that fucking fantastic!” “Look at her, she’s just absolutely fucked!”
“What about some electric shock torture next,” I heard Gary laugh. “No!” I cried in terror. Gary’s words having instilled me with animation once more, but my fear was only greeted with laughter.
Now then my dear readers, I was, at that stage of proceedings, already a bit vague as to what was happening around me. You can well understand then, that when my electrocution got under way I was half out of my mind with the ghastly horror of it all. For these reasons my dears, you are to have the benefit of now following the tale from Gary’s point of view.
I now pass my narrative to Gary.
This was the most fabulous thing that I’d ever experience. My cock was huge, red and throbbing as I looked at Yvonne laying there sobbing. Her ass was glowing red and was striped with raised whelts of an even more fiery red. A few of those whelts had strayed down her thighs in a criss-cross of red abrasions and had invoked especially agonising screams from her when the whip had landed.
I leaned over her body which was shuddering with her pathetic sobbing. Unbuckling the leather straps from her wrists, I rolled her onto her back and gave her a firm slap over her face. “Come on Yvonne, that’s finished for now, time for something else.”
She began to control her emotions and her crying, and eventually sat herself up on the bed.
Opening a cupboard I took out the electric device which consisted of a large, thick metal dildo attached by insulated wires to a couple of metal clips, all of which were wired to a black control box.
Smearing a bit of petroleum jelly over the metal dildo, I handed it to Yvonne and told her to work it well up her cunt.
She knelt with knees apart and began to work the device up herself, pausing when I told her that this treatment would send her crazy, but then continuing until the object all but completely disappeared right up her cunt.
“These can clip onto your nipples,” I told her as I snapped the clips open and closed menacingly. She now pulled her shoulders back and thrust her breasts out for me to clamp her nipples.
She gave a whimper as the clamps squashed into place, but then knelt there in a lewd and lascivious manner, awaiting my pleasure.
My hand trembled in sadistic anticipation as I reached for the control box. I had inadvertantly shocked myself with it when I’d first made the device, and knew that it delivered some horrendous bolts of electricity.
I glanced at Yvonne’s husband who seemed content with what I was about to do.
I turned the control dial half way and flicked the switch.
The result was fabulous. Yvonne’s mouth gaped as a half a scream was choked off by the total paralysis of her muscles as the voltage raced high. Her eyes bulged and her body shook and quivered to the frequencies of the surging currents and voltages that pumped through her body from her cunt to her tits and back again.
She fell forewards on the bed her arms and legs jerking uncontrollably and her body shaking violently.
It only lasted some ten seconds or so before the circuitry automatically reduced the voltage and then shut down. Immediately that it did, Yvonne let out an uncontrolable, blood curdling howl and tried to struggle up from the bed.
Her face was fabulous, reflecting the horror that she was experiencing. She seemed to be grasping to try to remove the dildo electode from her cunt, but was completely disoriented and found that her limbs would not respond to her wishes so that her hands merely fumbled about at her cunt without achieving any result.
I gave her a light shove, causing her to fall backwards. I then reactivated the device and the same partial screech half emanated from her throat before being choked off by the surging voltage. Her mouth gaped, her eyes bulged. Her body glistened with a light moisture of perspiration as her body twitched and shook violently. I took up a leather whip and gave several violent lashes across her breasts, leaving fabulous red abrasions in their wake.
Yvonne’s horror lasted much longer this time as I’d wound the control dial higher.
This time, when the machine shut down, Yvonne had no ability to move whatsoever. She just lay there blubbering, a mental and physical wreck.
Several more times I activated her body. Each time being fascinated with the uncontrolled leaping and lurching of the slut’s body as every nerve was tortured into stretching or contracting her muscles causing her body to jerk about in fantastic, random actions.
After watching her fabulous and fantastic convulsions I unclipped the cables from her breasts and knelt astride her face and pushed my hard, cum dribbling cock into her mouth. Unfortunately the bitch was too fucked from the electrocution to be able to suck on me, she just continued blubbering in a half witless manner.
I tipped her over face down and dragged her senseless body to the edge of the bed so that I could get to fuck her ass. I pressed the hard, bulging head of my cock into the tight bud of her ass, then slowly pressed forward and slid my massive cock right up into her tight little shit hole. I reached around her shoulders and tightly grabbed her small tits in my fists and began to squeeze and twist.
I pumped and pumped my cock slowly, lustfully, in and out of the whore’s body, driving hard up her until my belly pressed hard against her glowing and marked ass, then slowly eased back until my cock was all but out. On and on I fucked her in this way, occasionally withdrawing my cock completely so that I could admire the gaping hole of her ass that my thick cock had stretched wide.
Slowly, slowly, Yvonne’s sobbing subsided and slowly, slowly was replaced by sounds of lustful enjoyment as I buggered her asshole.
I held myself in check for a long time but then as my lust increased as I fucked the meat I felt my balls swelling and soon my cock thrusts became deep and violent and my cum gushed forth into the whore’s ass.
I lay there on top of her, exhausted. Finally I stood up and rolled the bitch over. Her tits were red from my crushing grasp. Her face was tear stained but in spite of all, she managed a slight smile.
The fucking whore!

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The story of Tim to Jennifer Part 4

After some time, we all got up and dressed. I pulled my paints back up and could feel the cum of both men mingling and leaking from my used cunt. Maria told us she expected that we would make this a regular occasion. She told Bud that she was in love with his new girlfriend and Bud told her that if it was OK with me, Maria and I would see much more of each other. I breathlessly agreed completely and we all laughed before heading back into the living room for drinks.
Over the next few weeks I spent quite a few afternoons with Maria. She is very sexy and taught me some wonderful things about pleasing a man. Maria even loved to step on her 8 inch dildo and would fuck me hard until I would cum without even having my clitty touched. I had been receiving three injections a day from Mary and the differences over the last several weeks have been dramatic. Bud and Maria love the way my hips have become much more full and even my ass has become larger and softer.
To me, the sexiest thing that is happening is how much smoother and softer my skin has become as well as being able to wear a B cup bra and filling it with my new goring tits. Even my nipples have become larger and much more sensitive. Mary has never told me what is in the super hormone shots she is giving me, but they sure are working. I believe there is more to these shots since I am now constantly very horny. My clit becomes hard at just the thought of having sex with men or women. Bud sure takes advantage of that and I for one just love every minute of it. With the expert makeup techniques I have learned from Mary, the hormone shots and the voice training, no one would ever know that I was not a female until my panties come down. My hair, which was a little on the long side to start with, has grown out enough that Mary cut and styled it so I no longer even need a wig. Mary, who is admittedly a lesbian, has even been looking me over a little closer and when she helps me dress, her touch lingers near the tops of my stockings and it feels really wonderful.
I just heard Bud downstairs and he called up and asked me to join him. I always wear a short dress or skirt for his pleasure and today is no exception. I always wear silk stockings with a garter since that is his favorite. My dress today is a somewhat plunging neckline to show of my new cleavage and this basic black little dress comes to just above the knee. I also have on black knee high patent leather boots with a 3 inch heel. As I come down the stairs, Bud is standing at the bottom of the staircase just staring at me with a big smile on his face. As soon as I reach the bottom he puts his strong arms around me, gives me a deep kiss as he pulls me to him and I can feel the raging hard on through his pants. He drops his hand to my buttocks and squeezes teasingly. Once again I am ready to do as he wishes.
“Ahh my lovely little nymph”, he says. “I do not believe you have seen some parts of our home yet. Tonight I have a couple of clients coming over for dinner and their sexual tastes are a little different than why you have been exposed to so far. I will save this as a surprise for you and want to assure you that while different, it will be completely safe and I know you will enjoy it immensely.” Of course, I tell Bud that I trust him completely and as he releases his hold on my buttocks, I drop to my knees in front of him, unfasten his belt and pants and pull his beautiful cock from it’s confines. His cock is as hard as can be and is only inches from my face. I kiss the smooth velvety head and run my tone around it teasingly. Bud moans as I slowly part my lips and take the huge helmut shaped head into my hot wet mouth. Slowly sucking on the head while I tease it with my tongue. Slowly I take more and more of his throbbing shaft into my mouth until the head touches the start of my throat. With a practiced move, I relax my throat and finish taking in his entire 8 inches. Bud grabs the back of my head and slowly starts fucking my mouth. Withdrawing slightly then burying his shaft in my throat until I feel his smooth balls against my chin. He begins faster and faster, the head of his cock banging against the back of my throat until suddenly with one quick push, his buried cock begins throbbing and growing even larger as he begins shooting his cum down my throat. I suck harder in his cock and I hold my breath as his hot cream flows down my throat. He releases his grip on the back of my head and starts to withdraw. I suck hard making sure I get every drop of his cum. He pulls me up and plants a hot kiss on my lips, his tongue darting deep between my parted lips. I suck teasingly on his tongue as it explores the inside of my mouth. “I see you could not wait for dinner my sweet”, he says teasingly. “Oh dear”, I say, “You know that I like dessert anytime”. He promises me that after dinner will be a treat I will not forget.
I went back upstairs, after he teasingly slaps my ass, to fix my makeup and freshen up for our guests. While upstairs I heard the front door bell and two men’s voices. I came back downstairs and headed into the dining room. “I want you to meet Frank and Tom”, said Bud. “They are clients of mine and I have told them much about you.” Both Frank and Tom stood up as I entered and each took my hand in theirs as they kissed my hand. “Bud, you told us how beautiful she was but we never expected such a ravishing creature” said Frank. I blushed and told them how wonderful it was to hear such undeserved praise. Dinner was very light hearted with much teasing aimed at Bud for not inviting them over sooner. Bud told them that at the end of this evening, we would all think that the wait had been well with it. Mary served drinks in the den and Frank sat on one side of me while Tom sat on the other. Both had a hand on my leg and I could feel myself getting wet in anticipation of what it would be like with these two older but good looking gentleman. “Mary”, said Bud, “Would you please show Jennifer where we will be playing tonight and help her get ready?”. I was not sure what he meant but Mary asked me to follow her.
We went to the dining room and through a door I had never paid much attention to. Behind the door was a staircase that led down to a basement room. When I walked into the room I saw many types of restraint and odd looking equipment. “Over here,” said Mary, “this is where you need to be when they come down”. “I will need to strap you in. It will not hurt and gives the gentlemen the illusion that you are bound and open for their pleasure”, continued Mary. “Bud hd this custom made for you and it will be extremely comfortable even though it does not look it. We just need to remove your panties and then I will strap you in.” I did as I was told and raised my hands as she put them into a pair of black later gloves and put my arms into the framework, finally stepping my wrists so my hand were free. I was told to lean forward into a frame the fit my breasts perfectly after Mary unstrapped my dress and lowered it to my waist. With a quick wing she kissed each nipple and gently sucked on each one while I moaned and my clit was instantly hard. I was up against the frame work with each exposed in front and a strap wars placed around my back. I heard a metal latch and the frame tilted me forward from the waist about 45 degrees putting me on my tip toes. Playfully Mary lifted my dress in the back and squeezed each of my buttocks before reaching between my legs and gently jerking on my clit. It was so hot I was almost ready to cum. “Frank and Tom are a gay couple”, said Mary, and they are into light bondage. According to Bud, they have talked about little else since he told them of his lover with they something extra. I think you will have a wonderful time tonight. They should be down shortly”. With that, Mary lowered the back of my dress and headed up the stairs.
A few minutes later, I heard the men coming down the stairs and suddenly they stopped. I heard one of them exclaim how perfect this was and how open I would be to the, for just about anything. Frank walked up behind and his hands began roaming from my shoulders down to my ass. He lifted my skirt and massaged my buttocks before continuing on down my legs commenting on how soft and smooth I was. He loved the silkiness and sensuality of the garters and back seamed hose. Suddenly I felt his mouth on my ass and his tongue darting around the opening of my pussy. I could hear Bud and Tom quickly disrobing and I relayed that in front of me was a short platform, just high enough that a man standing there was at the ideal height for his cock to be just in front of my hungry mouth. Tom’s cock was hard and maybe 6 to 7 inches. fairly thick and hard as a steel pole. He brought it to my lips and I began licking the head and running my tongue around it. Frank, in the meantime, was rimming my hole and making me moan with the pleasure of it. Tom was feeling a sense of urgency and suddenly thrust his cock between my parted lips. I relaxed my throat knowing he wanted all the way in and he pushed until I felt his balls against my chin. I was in heaven, Frank eating me out and Tom fucking me from the other end. Suddenly I felt a third cock in my right hand. Bud had joined in and I could surely not ignore his big 8 inch cock. I protested when Frank stopped eating me and suddenly felt his one hand on my hip as I felt the tip of his cock at my hot wet entrance. With a shove, the head of his cock entered me. It hurt for a second then the waves of pleasure began to come over me. He put his other hand on my hip and quickly shoved the rest of his cock inside me. He was not as long as Bud was as thick and I could feel every veined inch of his cock against the walls of my tight canal. He was almost like a wild man, as he began fucking me fast and hard. My hard breathing and moaning was driving Tom crazy with his cock in my mouth. He could feel my moaning and my hot breath. Before I knew what was happening I was being flooded with hot semen from both ends. Frank rammed hard and deep inside me and I could feel his hard cock grow as he began to cum hard in my tight pussy. I almost screamed with the feeling of pleasure and my own little clit began cumin hard. Tom’s hard cock began shooting his hot cream in my mouth and I swallowed as quickly as I could. All three of us were cumming and I was in absolute heaven from the exquisite pleasure of being the hot little slut in the middle.
It is good that I was supported by this frame I was strapped into or I would have collapsed on the floor. As I felt Frank soften and his cock pull out with a soft pop, His cock was almost immediately replaced by a very hard and familiar cock. Since I was well lubricated and already stretched, Bud entered me easily. He felt so good as his cock slowly slid into me until I was completely impaled on his shaft. Tom pulled his cock out of my mouth and I was left with the feeling of being filled with my lover’s monster manhood. I was still bent over, attached to the frame and on my tiptoes in my boots as his strong hands held onto my hips and he began fucking me nice and slow. the soft squishing sounds each time he thrust into me and the slight sucking sound as he pulled out. I became aware that Frank and Tom were watching intently to me being fucked and to my clitty beginning to get hard again. Frank got on his knees and I could feel his mouth engulf me as he started sucking me in sync with Bud’s hard cock moving in and out of me. Tom took one breast in his mouth and began sucking and flicking his tongue over my tit. I was going crazy with pleasure and what little I could move I was trying to be eaten by these two as Bud drove me crazy with his fucking. I know Bud knew I was close to cumming again and picked up his pace. Slamming his cock into me, faster and harder. In and out, the sounds and feel of being sucked and fucked put me over the top. I screamed in pleasure as I came hard into Franks’ hungry mouth. He eagerly sucked even harder taking every drop of my cum as Bud slammed into me one last hard time and I could feel his seed spurting deep into me. Filling me with his semen until I could take no more and began leaking out of me and running down the inside of my leg.
I must have passed out from the pleasure because the next thing I know I was lying on my back with my head turned to the right side. I was strapped down to the padded table around the waist. My ankles were strapped to what looked like stirrups on and examine table and my legs were spread wide with Tom’s naked body between them. My dress was down around my waist and not covering my breasts or much of anything else. “You are truly the most fantastic creature we have ever been with”, said Tom. Bud tells us you just love sex and love being a sex toy. We had to have you one more time before we left this evening and the way you react to being fucked made us even hornier than we were”. As he spoke, I could feel the head of his once again hard cock between my legs. Slowly I felt the head of his cock push it’s way into my waiting pussy. I moaned as the hard flesh continued it’s way into my love canal until I felt his balls against my ass. As I wiggled my ass trying to get him deeper, I heard Frank chuckle and comment on what a hot little slut I was. Soon Tom picked up his rhythm and I felt the wonderful friction of his cock moving in and out of me. I could feel every inch inside of me and being fucked this way I knew I would cum soon. As he fucked faster and harder I became the screaming little girl as I began to cum hard and fast for a second time this evening. When Tom saw me squirting he rammed his cock home and I could feel him pumping his hot liquid deep inside me. That is when frank came up beside me and pushed his cock in the direction of my mouth. Instinctively I parted my lips and he pushed his cock into my mouth. I sucked hard whole feeling Tom’s cock still in me and my own clitty squirting. Tom began to soften and as he pulled out Frank quickly pulled his cock from my mouth took Tom’s place. He impaled me on his hard cock as I gasped from being filled once again. Several hard fast strokes of his cock and he pulled out. As i pleaded for him to continue, I suddenly felt Bud between my legs. his hard cock replaced Frank’s. They started taking turns fucking me. First Frank for a minute then Bud. As they kept fucking me, the soft squishing sound from being filled with Tom’s cum started getting my clitty aroused once more. Tom began playing with my titts, squeezing and twirling them between his fingers. I was getting so turned on, being used for a gang bang by three meant that I know I was going to cum again. Bud rammed hard into me one final time and as I could feel his orgasm release, I screamed and once again squirted a load of cum. While I was cuming, Bud pulled out and Frank started fucking me hard and fast. His balls slapping against my ass. Suddenly he rammed his cock deep inside me and I could not believe it, but I cam again. I was covered in my own cum and filled with the hot fantastic sperm of three hot men. Tom knelt over and took my clitty on his mouth and sucked it deep. I shivered from the feel of it and he looked up at me and told Bud that this was the first of many times that I would be fucked by he and Frank. They might even spend the weekend here sometime. I had little strength left but told all of them that this was the most wonderful sex I had ever had and when they wanted more, cum and take it. They released my binds and sat me up on the table. Bud pulled my dress up and fastened it and Tom brought my panties over and pulled them up my stocking clad legs. taking his time and I think, maybe getting excited again. Bud picked me up in his strong arms and carried me up to my room. With a deep deep his he told me that I had exceeded all of his dreams and that he knew he was falling in love. He told me to take a nice hot bath and slip into something comfortable and go to bed. “I will see you in the morning”, he smiled, “I don’t think either of us have the strength to do anything else tonight”. I drew a hot bath, soaked for half an hour, slipped into a skimpy nightgown and lay down on the bed. The next thing I knew it was morning.
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Step Daughters’ Desire chapter 4

Frank and Janis live a Master/slave marriage. Now Master Frank is faced with the decision of to accept or decline his twenty year old step daughter as a slave to serve him and he care for her and her needs..