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Agent 99

Agent 99
By Beagle9690
October, 2006
In the mid-1970’s I was attending college full time on a sports scholarship. After one semester of living in the dormitories, I grew tired of dealing with the spoiled idiots and arrogant slackers merely taking up space when they should have been studying and attending classes.
My mother had me out of wedlock. Her parents, my grandparents, disowned us; calling my mother a whore and me a bastard; she died when I was six. Her brother, my uncle Albert, a staunch bachelor, raised me from that point on. Uncle Albert was New York State Trooper. I spent my formative years in the company of serious, honorable men.
My uncle found me a room in the home of the widow of a fallen comrade killed by a drunken driver during a routine traffic stop.
I rented a large room on the second story with an attached bathroom. There were double French doors that opened onto an enclosed screened -in- balcony. The balcony was the perfect place for my weight bench and weights.
The rent was fifty dollars a month. In consideration of this modest sum, I agreed to take over the yard work and make minor repairs around the house as needed. I took my responsibilities seriously.
Being about two miles from campus, I was within walking distance of my classes.
My landlady, Mrs. Grace was an attractive woman in her early thirties. She was a petite woman at five foot three inches tall, weighing one hundred ten pounds. Mrs. Grace had chocolate brown hair that she kept pinned up in a large braided bun. I always wondered how long her hair was; I didn’t find out until her submission, consummating of our tryst.
In the summer of 1975 I had lived there for two years. Although not part of the original agreement, Mrs. Grace saw to it that I ate at least one substantial meal a day.
During the month of August, one of the hottest on record, Mrs. Grace asked me if I would remove the outdoor carpet from the floor of the back porch. I removed the old worn carpet and found rotten boards from moisture trapped underneath.
Naturally, she found an excuse for me to repair and paint the floor; I ended up doing the entire porch; floor to ceiling.
I spent three days on this project; replacing boards, sanding, priming and painting. The temperatures were in the nineties; because of this, I was only wearing shorts and work boots; it was much too muggy to wear a shirt.
Mrs. Grace was a very polite and well-mannered woman. It was obvious when listening to her speak that she was well read and disdained the use of slang or coarse language. I never heard her raise her voice, although at times she could be obstinate and annoying.
When we went to the lumberyard to get the materials for the porch, she personally hand selected the boards. The harried yard foremen made numerous trips to the lumber sheds; until all the boards met with her satisfaction; being perfectly straight and free of knots and imperfections; and these were boards that would be painted and walked on. Mrs. Grace was used to getting her own way.
Mrs. Grace sat outside in the shade the entire three days and monitored my progress, like a hawk watching a mouse. Always the proper lady, she wore loose, light colored muslin sundresses, with wide brimmed straw hats while out in the sun. She also kept us supplied with endless pitchers of ice cold, fresh squeezed lemonade. Mrs. Grace even offered to wet me down with cold water from the garden hose during the course of my labor to cool me down; that helped as much as the cold lemonade.
In the late afternoon of the third day, after the porch was done, she surprised me by grilling some strip steaks. We sat outside together and ate steak, roasted garlic potatoes, fresh corn- on- the cob and tomatoes. Afterwards, she went inside to tidy up her kitchen. I stayed put in my chair to relax and digest my huge meal. Mrs. Grace, God bless her, fussed over me during dinner making sure I got enough to eat.
Mrs. Grace returned with a pitcher of iced tea and two tall glasses.
She told me that she made her special Southern Comfort mint iced tea to celebrate the excellent job I did on the porch; and inquired again if I had enough to eat. Then the subject of haircuts came up… again.
Before she was married, Mrs. Grace worked as a beautician.
Her husband, twenty years her senior, insisted that she stay at home to take care of the house; he would work and provide for the both of them; a good provider, in his passing, left her very well of financially. She now worked part time, when needed, for a good friend. Her friend, Susan Banner ran a beauty shop out of her home. Mrs. Grace went there to have her long hair trimmed.
From the time I first moved in, Mrs. Grace offered to style my hair for free. She frequently scolded me saying, “You are too good looking to be walking around looking like a shaggy sheep dog”. I laughed and politely declined her kind offers. Not put off, she would tease me and say,” Someday”. Lately, she was insisting that I call her by her first name, Mary; to her annoyance, I continued to address her as Mrs. Grace.
After the first pitcher of tea, I noticed that she was nursing her drink and constantly filling my glass. During the second, third, and fourth pitchers, she was doing the same; most of mine ended up underneath my chair in the grass. I was curious and wanted to see what she was up to. I had my suspicions, and played along pretending to get drunk. After all, she was a very attractive woman. By the sixth pitcher, I feigned being a little dizzy, explaining it must be the heat. Mrs. Grace suggested that I go into the house and lie down.
She had me lie down on my back on a large overstuffed sofa, and removed my work boots and socks. Mrs. Grace went into the kitchen and brought me a cold, damp washcloth for my forehead. By then, I pretended to be passed out, sound asleep. Placing the damp washcloth over my eyes, she shook me gently calling my name.
Satisfied that I was out cold, she went back into the kitchen.
When she returned, she had a package of unopened clothesline, and a pair of blued Peerless handcuffs; the cuffs keys attached to a black kuboton.
Mrs. Grace knelt down in front of the couch were I was lying, placing the mentioned items on the floor beside her. She took the washcloth from my forehead, and started running her fingers through my hair. I felt her hot breath on my face and heard her whisper in my ear,” I told you, someday”.
I was getting aroused and excited; it was getting very hard to remain calm and lie still. Mrs. Grace started lightly caressing my chest and arms with her small dainty hands; it was driving me crazy; boy, was she in for a surprise. When she stuck her hand down my shorts, and felt my erection, that was it: I opened my eyes and grabbed her by her trim waist, and pulled her tightly against my chest. The look on her pretty face was priceless. I could smell her perfume and feel her breasts pressing against my bare chest through the thin fabric of her dress.
She struggled to get free, but I gently put her arms behind her back, being careful not to hurt her. I held both of her small, dainty hands in one of mine while I reached for the handcuffs, placing them carefully on her wrists. Mrs. Grace became angry. She actually raised her voice and started cursing and threatening me, struggling violently to get free; I held her effortlessly, getting more aroused by the second, teasing her about her” potty mouth”.
I kissed her precious mouth and face in between curses and threats, holding her hair at the nape, gently forcing her head to meet my lips, my manhood pressing against her through our clothing. This time she wouldn’t get her way. I let her struggle, enjoying her helpless anger until she grew tired and gave up, lying quiet and still in my arms. Until that moment, I never realized I had feelings for her or how desirable and complex Mrs. Grace really was; I wanted her and would have her if only for one night.
Lying there, I removed the pins from her bun, taking it down and teasing her about trying to get me drunk. I told her she was a naughty little girl, while I undid her braid, her long silky ponytail reaching to the bottom of her ass cheeks. I stroked her long ponytail and admonished her for trying to tie me up and give me a forced haircut.
I ran my hands under her dress, caressing her firm ass through her panties, snapping the elastic waistband. I ran my hands up her back to discover she was not wearing a bra. I commented about this calling her a hot, sexy little vixen.
I pulled off my cut off jean shorts, tossing them to the floor, commenting,” See Mrs. Grace, no underwear, it’s to hot outside” “Listen carefully to me now; I promise I won’t hurt you. It’s too late to stop what you started”. ” Relax, take it like a woman; because I’m going to take it like a man”
I ripped her sundress at the seams, pulling it off of her and dropping the pieces casually to the floor.
I could feel her firm breasts and hard nipples pushing against my chest. I kissed her mouth; she returned my kisses, her tongue probing my mouth in return. I could feel the wetness of her arousal through her soaked panties; like her dress, I ripped them from her
Denying her my manhood, I probed her dripping pussy with my fingers, carressing her flower. I continued teasing her with my fingers until she was begging me to take her. I reached down and found the cuff key, removing the handcuffs. I broke the elastic band holding her ponytail letting her long, soft, silky mane flow down her back like a luscious chocolate veil.
I stood her up facing me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I picked her up by her ass, and slid my erect manhood past her swollen lips into her moist pussy; greeting her sweet flower. As I pounded her, she arched her back, thrusting her hips forward, her long hair moving to the rhythm of my lustful thrusts. Mrs. Grace was a moaner; she let me know in no uncertain terms when she came.
Having satisfied her, I continued thrusting with renewed vigor, my explosive orgasm causing her to hold on tighter and passionately kiss my mouth and face. When I was sated, I carried her into the kitchen and put her on the table.
I arranged her beautiful long hair around her back, shoulders and breasts, enjoying the silky texture of her tresses. It flowed from her crown down her back, and over her shoulders and breasts like a chocolate waterfall to a dark pool around her hips and thighs.
On the table with her, were the tools of her trade; scissors, combs, hair clips, thinning shears and electric clippers; complete with a variety of guide combs. The tools that she sought to shear me against my will.
“Mrs. Grace “, I said, “I think we have established that I don’t need the handcuffs to make you behave”. “I’m going to let you have your way”. I sat down on one of the kitchen chairs. ” Go ahead and give me a haircut”. “But, I, I need to get dressed first”, she stammered. “Absolutely not”, I corrected,” Cut it as you are”.
Mrs. Grace complied with my request.
It appeared that the idea appealed to her because after the first initial snips, she was rubbing up against me with her breasts, while she was cutting my hair; erotic doesn’t begin to describe that haircut. Erotic aside, her skills as a stylist were impressive, the haircut precise and perfect; I should have taken her up sooner on her offer.
When she was done I complemented her on the haircut, sharing my thoughts about the experience and confirming her “Shaggy Sheep Dog” observation, adding,” Now it’s your turn”.
I sat her down in the same chair, and picked up the scissors.
I had no idea where to start, never having had the opportunity to cut a woman’s hair before. I played with it for a while, pulling it back into a ponytail then twisting it into a bun.
I said to her, “Mary, did you ever see the Television show Get Smart staring Barbara Feldon?’ Surprised and delighted that I would call her Mary, she smiled and said that she loved that TV show, asking,” what about Barbara Feldon, Agent 99?” “Well, I just love her bangs”.” I really like the way she wears her hair” “I think you would look lovely in that hairstyle, especially with those bangs.”
“I have no idea what I am doing and your hair is so beautiful…” I said. “Do you want me to me to wear my hair like that?” she asked,
I kissed her and replied,” You would look gorgeous with bangs”
“Your wish is my command”, she teased, standing up and hugging me. “There are hair ties in the drawer by the sink, would you get me a couple?” she asked sweetly I brought Mary the hair ties and she braided her long hair in a single braid down her back, securing the bottom with one of the ties. Positioning the second tie on her braid in the middle of her back, she handed me the scissors and said” Cut it off just above the elastic band”.
Taking up the scissors, it seemed to take forever to cut through that thick silky braid. Mary stood up, unbraided her hair, bent her neck back and shook her head. Her hair now reached the middle of her back and felt thicker and fuller. Mary said, “Thank you for not cutting it short, I hate short hair.” I was afraid that you would use the clippers” “I can live with this length” “Even with bangs I can fix it dozens of ways for you, if you will have me”. I picked her up a second time and carried her to her bedroom. We made slow gentle love and afterwards showered together. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
In the morning, Mary went to see her friend Susan
Mary returned with the same beautiful eye framing bangs. The front was pulled back and secured with the same small curled ponytail, the rest, and loose curls cascading down to the middle of her back. Susan had duplicated the style to perfection, except my Agent 99 was more beautiful then the original and with much longer hair Her excellent reputation for specializing in long hair was well deserved.
Mary said that Susan had to even up the bottom where I cut the braid off; explaining that it was necessary to cut two more inches off to get the bottom perfectly straight.
Mary told me that after Susan finished with her, she announced that Mary’s bangs made her look ten years younger. I agreed, I told her she could pass for twenty, especially with her hair down.
I kissed her and asked her if she would like another chance to seduce me? Mary commanded,” Take everything off, now!’
I meekly complied, my manhood standing at attention.
Mary went down on her knees and started licking and sucking.
I buried my hands in her hair, playing with her long curls.
She was fabulous; I never had oral sex before.
As I played with my lover’s hair, I thought to myself, there is more then one way to bind a man and render him helpless.
This story is a variation of Agent 99. The plot changes in the kitchen after Mrs. Grace finishes giving her lover a haircut. The story resumes at:“Now it’s your turn”.
Agent 99:Alternate Haircut/Ending
By Beagle9690
August 2007
“Now it’s your turn”
“Please put your hair in a low ponytail and braid it for me. Mrs. Grace quickly complied. In no time a long silky braid was hanging down to the top of her tight little ass. I stroked her braid, adding another elastic hair band just below her neck.
I made Mrs. Grace bend over the kitchen table placing her hands flat on the top. I entered her a second time, my manhood probing her moist flower, pinning her in place.
I took my time with her, running my hands over her neck and shoulders; caressing her breasts, feeling her nipples swell and harden; her sweet juices flowing as her urgent
need was rising.
Mrs. Grace was pushing back, her curvaceous hips gyrating, impaling her self on my manhood; the volume of her moans increasing as her orgasm was cresting.
Taking her long silky braid in my fist I cut it off with her scissors, pushing her orgasms to crest and flood through her body in waves of pleasure, her shorn hair falling about her face.
I stood there running my fingers through her thick brown hair; fluffing it about. Mrs. Grace’s once ass length tresses now just fell to the bottom of her collarbone in the front, slightly longer in the back just brushing her shoulders.
I withdrew my manhood and stepped back; I could wait. Mrs. Grace turned facing me, her beautiful face was flushed and her eyes bright with tears. I pushed her hair back and wiped away her tears. Smiling, she shook her head from side to side; her shorn hair dancing about her face and neck, then gathering it in her hands, putting it on top of her head and letting fall back down.
Mrs. Grace put her arms around my neck. She got up on her toes trying to kiss me. I bent over placing my hands on her ass cheeks squeezing while kissing her sweet mouth.
Looking into her green eyes, I announced,” Put on a pair of blue jeans and some old shoes” “We’re going riding”
“But I don’t have any blue jeans” she said placing her hands on her hips and pouting”. “ I want to do you now”
I picked her up again and put her on the table. “Are you going to behave?” I admonished. “I’ll behave”. ….“Are you going to cut my hair again?” she asked in a small voice, looking worried. “No…. please wait right here.” “I’ll be back in a few”. I sternly replied.
I returned dressed in jeans, a white tee shirt and my black engineer boots. I handed Mrs. Grace a pair of her panties and my new canvas work shirt. “Put these on.” “I’ll try to find you some suitable shoes and get my ride ready”.
Taking my time and making her wait, I returned to the kitchen. While I was gone Mrs. Grace had washed her face free of all makeup. In addition, she had parted her hair down the middle and put it up in two high pigtails just behind her ears using the elastic bands from her severed braid. My shirt obviously too big for her hung down almost to her knees, but showing off her shapely legs as I knew it would.
My heart melted seeing her standing there; Mrs. Grace looked absolutely cute and precious. Pigtails in her hair…freshly scrubbed face with her peaches and cream complexion……….. She looked like a girl in her late teens or early twenties getting ready for a date.
Mrs. Grace walked over and hugged me resting her head against my chest. I stood there for a while just holding her and stroking her hair, thinking………
Earlier in the day she was my landlady; Elegant and gracious…in flowing dresses…hair in a braided bun. Yet… she surrendered willingly…the change in her appearance and demeanor was amazing. In many ways she was my superior, financially for one…. intellectually in the venues of Art and literature…. the theater. I knew I was rough around the edges…. growing up I never had a mother to smooth those edges…my manners were adequate…. Mrs. Grace’s were impeccable. I excelled in math and science, mechanics and architecture. She was no push over; if she made up her mind she could be as hard as iron, strong, and assertive; traits I respected. If she could compromise so could I.
It took several pairs of my heavy cotton work socks for my work boots to fit her. They were necessary for her to get a firm purchase on the pegs.
My ride was a 1975 Harley-Davidson FLH 1200 Electra Glide Touring Bike. My brother bought for me when I graduated with honors from high school.
Mary had never ridden on a motorcycle before and hesitated to get on. Handing her my spare Helmet,” Trust me Mary my love, you’ll love it” “Just put your arms around my waist and hold tight”. Mary…I called her Mary.
Not hesitating any longer she climbed on. She leaned forward kissing the back of my neck then snuggled close and tight, wrapping her arms around my waist. It was past midnight when we left. Nobody was out on the country roads I chose for us; we owned the road.
I went slow at first and gradually increased my speed up to the posted speed limit when I felt her relax and get her balance down. After a couple of hours of riding I opened it up on the straight- a –ways. Listening to her squeals of delight, the wind rushing by so cold and refreshing on that warm summer night.
We pulled off on a secluded dirt lane and parked in a stand of trees two miles from the macadam road. We walked hand in hand to the open hay field behind the trees shielded from all eyes.
We stopped and kissed. Mary took off my tee shirt and ran her dainty hands over my chest. Placing her foot behind my leg, she tripped me pushing down into the soft grass.
“It’s my turn now lover; don’t move”.” Just do what you are told and behave” “Trust me, you’ll love what I’m going to do to you”, Mary said sternly, as she stood over me, smiling.
Mary took the pigtails out of her hair and shook her head.
She knelt down next to me running her hands over my chest, kissing and licking, her hair tickling my chest; her hands at my crotch; fondling my manhood through my jeans. “Now, close your eyes”, she commanded. Naturally, I complied. Mary got undressed. “Keep them shut and don’t open them until I tell you”
She pulled of my boots and undressed me, my member standing at attention.
Mary went down on me taking my manhood in her mouth. She was incredible…. I never had oral sex before. Mary licked and sucked, her tongue fluttering, teasing, and probing. Bringing me to the brink, slowing the cadence; making me wait; taking control. It was worth the wait…
my orgasm was incredible…I was absolutely drained.
We lay in each other arms and watched the stars
and awoke with the sun rising through the trees.
Dressing quickly we drove home before it was full light.
When we got home we were both still tired. We took showers and Mary invited me into her bedroom to sleep.
When I woke up, Mary was gone. I went downstairs; Mary’s car was not in the driveway. I went into the kitchen and found it clean and spotless. The scissors, electric clippers and combs were put away. There was a note for me on the table. I found something to eat, showered, shaved, and put on some nice slacks and a dress shirt.
Mary got home at four in the afternoon. I watched her through the kitchen window as she got out of her car with her packages.
A new Mary walked into the kitchen and posed for me showing off her new outfit. Mary was wearing a classic black form fitting waist length ladies jacket; single zipper with slash pockets .She had on tight fitting blue Levi’s tucked into her black engineer boots. To complete her new look, Mary was wearing a green helmet. Her green eyes were hidden behind gold-framed Ray Ban Aviators with polarized gray lenses.
Mary took her new helmet off and shook out her hair.
She must have went and saw her friend Susan. Mary had long pageboy cut with super long curved eye and face framing bangs. Taking of her glasses I saw that that she had on dark mascara, dark eyeliner plus purple eye shadow.
Mary had rouged her cheekbones and was wearing bright red lipstick. Mary slipped of her jacket dropping it to the floor. Underneath she was wearing a traditional long sleeve Chinese silk blouse. It had a Mandarin collar and frog buttons. It was embroidered with delicate flowers of red and gold, pink and violet. Mary looked mysterious and exotic; I loved it, especially the haircut. Mary unbuttoned the top three buttons to flash her lacey red bra underneath.
I walked over and reached out and took her dainty hands.
Mary read my mind. “We don’t have time for that now”
“You look nice, I see you found my note”, she said “Yes, thank you” Why don’t we have time?” “ I’ve scheduled you for a fitting in one hour” “What kind of fitting?” “For a suit of course” she said moving close and putting her head against my chest. “Why do I need a suit?” I asked, playing with her hair. “You can’t take me to the opera wearing a tee shirt and blue jeans” she replied snuggling closer. “We are going to the opera?” I asked. “Yes, I have tickets for third row seats in the middle two weeks from now” “Besides your suits will be ready by then”. Suits as in plural?’ I asked.“ I selected some wonderful material for you in summer and winter weight wool: blue, gray and brown.” “I suppose I’ll need shoes then?” I added. “Just two pair, your basic black and brown…cordovan makes three if you want to do it right” Mary answered. “What about ties?” “We can picks those out together” “ And shirts?” “ White of course”. I can’t have my Richard going around wearing any of those sissy pastel colors!” she answered looking up at me and frowning.
“Who is going to pay for everything? “ “You will of course,” she answered rubbing my face with her hands.“ How in God’s name shall I pay for them pray tell?” “ You did a wonderful redoing and painting the porch; now the rest of the house looks shabby.”’ I can’t very well charge you rent anymore”…”I’ll pay you to scrape and paint the house”…. “We can do it together, this time I promise I just won’t watch,” she answered, unbuttoning my shirt and kissing my chest.” You will look so handsome in your suits.” “ I promise to be especially grateful when we get back home.” There was no sense arguing with her on this, her mind was made up…. case closed.
Mary went upstairs to change and returned wearing a long blue summer dress with white lace on the collar and sleeves. Mary had pulled her hair back into a French twist with long bangs. The engineer boots replaced by sandals. Her makeup was more subdued. The eyeliner and mascara much more conservative, with her eye shadow in keeping with her skin tones. Mary’s cheeks were lightly rouged. The red lipstick remained. My elegant gracious lady was back. When iron meets iron there are bound to be sparks.

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Morning Bells (Part Two)

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I Hire Help

Hired Help
I had just moved to town, and was in the market for a new house pet/slave girl. I suppose that I could have checked the personal ads, but I have found that women who volunteer to be owned sometimes feel that they have to instruct the master in how they should be owned. No, thank you! I prefer naturally submissive women who are given no choice but to accept my ownership. And how do I go about finding such treasures? It is as easy as placing a help wanted add.
Wanted House Maid
For elderly bachelor – duties include, laundry, house cleaning,
running errands, and some light cooking. Tel: 555-5555.[/b]
There were over thirty responses and of the thirty, seven I judged to be submissive enough to be taken under the right circumstances. But one was a real beauty. Single mother, unemployed, desperate for work, she was ready to be taken. When I explained to her that she would need to wear a maid’s uniform, she had no problem with it. I watched her legs tighten a bit as she answered.
“This cunt is already wet,” I thought. “Stand up and turn around for me.” She looked surprised but obeyed without question. This one was really ripe for the picking. “I am an old man, and if I am going to employ a young lady to work for me, I want to enjoy watching her to it. Does that seem unreasonable to you?”
“No, sir,” she stammered. “I hope to be pleasing.”
She was the only one that I called back. In fact, when I called her, I offered her the job. When I told her that she would be clearing $600 a week after taxes, she was almost gushing over the phone. I gave her the address of the uniform company where I had opened an account. First thing in the morning she was to pick up her uniform and come here to change into it. By 9:30 in the morning, I expected her to present herself for inspection. We both agreed to a six week “try-out” time where either party was free to terminate the relationship at will.
I
t was 9:15 when I let her in and showed her a room that she could change into her work clothes and store her personal belongings. Well, it was more of a walk-in closet than a room, but it was good enough for her.
Her uniform was a modest one piece maid’s uniform that you might see in an upscale hotel. I could tell that she was expecting something sexier, but, at this stage, I want her off balance and a bit disappointed. I would not move her from this level for a month.
One month later
Sarah, the cunt’s name turned out to be Sarah, had settled in nicely in her new position. I could tell from her demeanor that she was getting comfortable having a paycheck. She saw the future before her as one smooth road that she would coast along on. I decided that it was time to change things for her. I called her to me and sat in my easy chair while she stood in front of me.
“Sarah, I was looking for my blue and red shirt this morning, and I could not find it. I went down to the laundry room and there it was in the drier.”
Sarah brought both hands to her face. “Oh, I am so sorry, Sir. I don’t know how it happened, Sir. It will never happen again, I promise.”
“I’m sorry, Sarah, it is just not working out. I have to let you go.”
Sarah saw her whole future dissolve in front of her eyes. Then, I think, she remembered that she had put the shirt in the right drawer last night. She was a smart girl, she knew what was coming, and she knew that she was going to acquiesce to it.
“Please sir,” she said, “Please allow me to serve you.” As she said this, she removed her uniform, bra, and panties. She placed her hands behind her head and waited.
I let her wait. The human body is not happy being still. It is almost always in a constant adjustment. But when a girl is left standing with her legs spread apart and her chest arched outward because of the way the shoulders are thrown back when the hands a placed behind the head, she starts to feel awkward real fast. She was also aware that my sight was directed to her pussy which was soaking wet. She was aware of herself being controlled by the will of another.
“All right, let’s be clear what we are agreeing to, shall we,” I asked. “For the sum of $600 dollars a week, you will continue to be my maid, but you are also willing to become my sex slave, which I may use in any way that I choose. Is that about it?”
“Yes, sir,” Sarah replied.
“What does that make you?”
“Sir?”
“What does that make you, Cunt,” I asked. “For six hundred bucks a week I get to fuck you. So once again, what does that make you?”
Sarah was I noticed near to have some type of orgasm. She hadn’t touched herself, but her eyes were dilated, and her clit was playing peek-a-boo through her hood.
“I’m your whore, Sir” she was coming. I had never seen anything like it. I released myself and just stroked gently while she started to reach for herself. I did not stop her. Soon she was rubbing her clit and finger fucking herself as though her life depended on it. She arched her neck back and gave forth a sound that was part scream, part groan, and all release. She was finished.
I told her to kneel of the floor before she fell down. She then noticed, for the first time, my cock more or less just standing there. She started to reach for it, but I told her to keep her position.
“That was very nice, but you are never to do it again,” I said to her surprised face. “This cunt is mine, and only I decided what happens to it. You are never to come again without my permission. Well, whore, any questions?”
“No, Sir.”
“Tomorrow, return your uniform. From now on when you are here you will be naked.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Whenever I touch you, you will lock your hands behind your back.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Your first job every morning will be to blow me. If I am asleep, that is how you will wake me. If I am awake, you will blow me. Every morning you will start your work day by blowing me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to hurt you. You understand that, right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What are you?”
“I’m your whore, Sir.”
I dropped my pants and made her sit on me with her back facing me. After giving her asshole a bit of lube job, I entered in to her to the sound of her cry. It was music to my ears. I started to play with her cunt as I reached inside of her feeling for that certain spot and with my other hand I started to rub her clit. I was really pressing down on her clit. I told her to use her hands to pull her nipples. She obeyed. Soon she was begging to be allowed to come. I held off and then agreed as I wrapped myself around and in her. We were both panting as we parted. She got up, went to a bathroom and returned with water and wash cloths. She cleaned me, as would a servant would her master.
I’m telling you, this girl was a natural. Sure, she was going to take the money. She needed it. But her need for an owner went so much deeper. Already I was beginning to see signs in her eyes that she was falling in love with me. They just can’t help it. It’s their nature to love their owners with pure devotion. But I am an owner, and owners have their nature as well. As natural as it is for a slave to love her master, it is equally natural for an owner to fall in love with his slave. It is this ability to love that sets a true owner apart from a sadistic psychopath. One loves his treasured possession and the other only wishes to see it destroyed. She didn’t know it, but I started to fall in love with her during the first interview.
The thing is that slaves like pets know that they are loved and treasured, and they try to use that knowledge to control, to some extent, their owner. While in a dog or a cat, this trait may seem cute, in a slave in can be near fatal. A good sex slave needs a constant firm hand. They must be trained like a thoroughbred. A horse that is firmly guided with love and understanding will jump over a hedge without being able to see what is on the other side. But if the horse has on occasion gotten the upper hand with its rider, it will not trust its rider enough to make the jump.
And then there is, of course, the pure glory of controlling something as beautiful as a sex slave. Even the idea of owning another person makes a true owner’s blood boil. Ownership is so far beyond consensual, that they barely exist in the same world. I loved her. She will come to love me. She will jump the hedge for me.
She is at my feet. “Suck on me,” I commanded. At once she pounced on my cock like I had just given her permission to gobble up a scoop of her favorite ice cream. I grabbed her head and made her look me in the face with my cock in her mouth. “I own you, you fucking little bitch. Not one part of your body is yours; it is all mine.” She reacted like I had just given her the keys to candy store. She bent down to better administer to my prick’s needs, and I swear, that I heard her purr. With a cock in her mouth she was as happy as a kitten.
The next morning I was dreaming that I was fucking her; then I slowly began to leave the dream to discover that she was sucking my cock slowly and lovingly. Men have killed to feel what I was feeling as I came into her mouth and watch her swallow it like it was nectar. It was at that moment that I showed her a weakness. I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. I really loved this woman. I was amazed when she responded with a passion of her own that matched mine.
“You are my true lord and master. I have waited for you my entire life.”
I went dark. “What you were waiting your entire life for was some guy to buy your ass for $600 a week?”
Blowing my mind, she didn’t miss a step, “Yes, master, your whore has waited her entire life for you.”
“Breakfast.”
“At once, Sir.”
She was good. She served more food than I would eat and then knelt at my side. From time to time I would place a morsel of food into her mouth, which she would accept and swallow down. From that time on, as long as she was in the house, that was how she was fed. I am not a great fan of water bowls for slaves, so I would allow her to drink from my cup. Also after I have left the kitchen and she is cleaning up, she is allowed to have a coffee and cigarette break. I am not a heartless person. She gets three breaks a day, and more when she spends the night.
The rest of the morning is spent during light housework. Whenever I touch her she stops what she is doing and places her hands behind her back.
I have hurt her as well. It’s part of who I am. I like to bring a whip down on a helpless female. And it just so happens that I happen to own a female that I can whip to my heart’s content.
Life is good.
One Year Later
Yesterday marked our first anniversary. For the last 365 days I have awoke each morning to a loving blow job from my sex slave Sarah. Also over the last year our love and passion for each other had grown to an all consuming flame.
There are two schools of owners. The first school treats a slave like a recruit in an army boot camp. The slave is constantly broken down. The idea appears to be to wipe the slave’s personality clean and replace it with desperation to obey and please. Their slaves live a life of subservience and fear.
I am in the second school. While we do share a lot with the first school, my kind of owner models his style somewhat after pet owners who train their pets to perform. I enjoy seeing Sarah happy, much in the way that a cat owner likes to see his kitty happy and playful. While the first school does not really allow much in the way of slave happiness, the second school gets off on it. One cat lady told me that there was no reason to own them if you can’t spoil them. I like Sarah to be happy, but she knows that there are lines that she cannot cross. When I take her out in public, she is treated almost as if she were an equal, with just the occasional reminder necessary to bring her back in line. She is, after all, owned. When she is happy, it is because I allow it. And when I wish to hear her cry out in agony, she will cry for me. This is her life with me now. I don’t know what she thinks about when I send her back to her family. I never ask. But this I will say, out of the past 365 morning blow jobs, there was not one that was done mechanically. She is quite simply, “the best little girl-slave in the whole wide world.” There is something very deep inside of her that responds to that. It is another thing that I love about her.
This morning, for the first time, I stopped her and open my arms to her and she buried her head in my neck. I rolled her on her back and entered her. She was gushing wetness. I slid in like I was returning home. And home seemed very happy with my return. It was bouncing up and down like it was trying to greet me like a puppy does when its master has been away. It took a minute to match her rhythm. I leaned over her, and told her that I loved her. She now had wrapped herself, arms, and legs around me. “I love you, Master,” she cried back at me. “May I come?”
“No,” I answered, wait. Come with me.” Then I took her head in my hands and looked deep into her eyes as I came inside of her. She came with me, never averting her glance. She came again still locked into my eyes, and then dropped her legs back to the bed. I was still holding her and kissing her.
“I love you, Master,” she said again in a contented tone that any man would be proud to hear.
“I love you too,” I replied, “Happy Anniversary.”
“You remembered,” she cried in delighted disbelief.
“Breakfast.”
“At once master, may I clean you first?”
“You are a good girl.” I guided her head to my groin and watched her clean me with her mouth and tongue. She had no idea that today, her slavery was going to be taken a step further than she had foreseen.
I enjoy feeding her. Sometimes I will offer her a bit on a fork, and other times I use my fingers. When I use my fingers, she is careful to lick them clean after each bite. She truly was a natural, an owner’s dream.
After I had finished eating, I returned to my bedroom and dressed. Since I had no place that I needed to be today, I just put on a pair of sweat pants, shirt, and a light sweater. The house is always kept warm because of Sarah lack of clothing.
As I was about to enter the den, the security system said that a car had pulled into my driveway. I switched on a monitor and saw a couple approaching the front door. I went to answer it. At the doorway were a man and women. The man was holding a copy of the “Watchtower” magazine. They were Jehovah Witnesses or JW’s for short.
“Good morning, brother, we have come to tell you some really good news about the bible.”
“No shit,” I responded, “I guess you better come in then.”
They both came into the living room and sat down. The man made a motion to my chair, but I directed him to sit beside his lady companion. The guy was a clear dork, but the woman kept lowering her eyes whenever I looked at them.
“So I understand that God says that I can beat my slave as hard as I want as long as she is able to walk in two days. Is that right?”
“Well yes, the Old Testament does say things like that, but we have changed since then,”
“Has God changed?”
“God is unchanging.”
“That is what I thought, so if God says that it is OK to beat my slave, it’s OK?”
“But no one has slaves anymore.”
“I do.” His eyes popped open. He didn’t believe that he had heard what he had heard. The young lady was clearly aroused. Interesting. I picked up my bell and gave it a tinkle. The bell can be heard throughout the house, and Sarah has 30 seconds to appear before me or she gets ten lashes. Since she was in the kitchen, which is the next room, there was no reason for her to hesitate, but she had only five seconds to spare has she came into the living room and assumed her standing position. “This is my slave, Sarah. We are not married. She is not my girlfriend. She is simply something that I own.” The female JW’s mouth was open. The dork didn’t know what to do, but the tent that he was pitching in his pants seemed to indicate that his mind was not on Jehovah. Meanwhile tears were falling down Sarah’s face. Her whole body was turning red with embarrassment. I turned Sarah around so that they could see the whip marks on her body.
“As you can see she is able to walk, so I am assuming that Jehovah approved and enjoyed the ass whipping I gave her as much as I did.”
The man grabbed his companion by the hand and ran for the door. When they were half way to their car, I called out, “Miss, I think you left your cell phone here.”
She looked in her purse, said something to the man and ran back into the house. As soon as she was in the door I grabbed her and lifted her skirt, I could feel that her wetness had soaked her panties. I gave her my card. “Call me,” I said. She nodded to both of us and walked back to her companion. Of course, there was no cell phone, and she knew that when she decided to lie to her companion and return to me. Maybe something will come of it, who knows.
I told Sarah to stay in position; I had something to say to her.
“Sarah, it has been a year that you have been my slave. And, I must say, that you have been as good a slave as I have ever owned. But I just don’t feel right about the way that I took you. I sort of forced you into being owned. So, as of now, I am setting you free. I have your maid’s uniform upstairs; you can change into it right now and continue to work here.”
Sarah was a smart girl, she knew what was happening and she was surprised to find that she welcomed it. She fell to her knees and pulled my pants down and kissed my penis.
“I am begging to be owned by you, Master.” What was amazing to both of us was the sincerity of her words. They were coming from a place so deep in Sarah that she was not aware of its existence until it spoke through her.
I had planned on playing with her for awhile, making her beg, and plea to be taken. But we were both shaken by what was happening. My acceptance of her came from just as deep. She took me in her mouth and just held me there. I am a simple man who likes simple things. Give me a beautiful woman with my cock in her mouth, and I am a pretty happy guy. I was just about to be a very happy guy when the phone rang. Since Sarah had me in her mouth, I answered the phone. It was the female JW, whose name turned out to be Debbi. Debbi had called to tell me that Joe, the JW dork, had gone to the police and said that I was holding a woman against her will in sexual slavery. I thanked Debbie, and I told her that I have noted her number on my called ID, and would be getting back to her. I could hear sirens from far away getting closer. I told Sarah what was going on and sent her upstairs to change into the maid’s uniform, and to wait there until I rang for her. She was a smart girl. I saw no need to tell her what to tell the cops. I could trust her intelligence.
I met the police at the door. “We were told that you are holding someone here against their will.”
“Really officer, me? Holding someone against their will? Really? Are you sure you got the right address?”
“May we come in?”
‘I haven’t decided yet. I assume that you have no warrant?” The silent cop was trying to look through my windows, but I have all my downstairs windows coated with a security film that lets light in, but not out. With the games that I play in the house, I did not want to have to endure an infestation of peeping toms.
“Look, the guy that owns the next house down is holding someone against their will there. Now are you going to go there as well with sirens blaring? Oh, very well come in.”
I escorted them to my den where they stood as I sat at my desk. “Well?”
“Do you live here alone Sir.”
“Yes.”
“Big house for one person; I assume that you have help.”
“Yes, I have a maid. She is upstairs at the moment.”
“May we see her?”
“I don’t see why not,” I said as I pushed a buzzer.
Sarah appeared in her maid’s outfit with rubber gloves on. She looked as though she had been cleaning a bathroom.
“You buzzed, Sir,” She said as she came into the room.
“Tell these policemen your name and social security number.” Sarah obeyed. I turned my computer so that the police could see the spreadsheet. “This is from my payroll service, as you can see, she has been paid weekly, and all of her withholding money has been deposited with both the state of federal governments. Sarah is legally employed by me. She has her own address, where she lives with her mother, brother, and children. She is not kept here against her will, and does not sleep in a cage in some dark dungeon under the house.
“Sir, what is going on,” Sarah asked. I explained that the police were concerned for her safety. “As they can see, I am safe. Can I go back to work now?”
“Would you mind stepping outside for a minute, Miss,” one policeman asked. Sarah agreed and stepped outside where she was free from my influence, and told them that she was simply my maid, and if there was something between that old man and young healthy her, it would be him they should be worrying about. They apologized and left.
“It’s your own fault, you know. If you hadn’t had to be such a show off . . ., oh, never mind,” she said has she stomped up stairs.
When she was nude again and came down for lunch, she asked, “What are you going to do with Debbi?”
I passed her a piece of paper with Debbi’s number on it. “It’s you she wants. She just saw me as the price that she needed to pay to get to you. So you do with her whatever you want.” She took the paper and took it to her closet. I had bought matching robes for the two of us, which I used this occasion to give to her. “I don’t want either of us catching a chill,” I said, “and I want you to wear this when we go out tonight. I passed her three boxes, the larger was a cocktail dress (basic black), followed by shoes, and finally an amethyst necklace.
That night as we dined together at one of the better eateries in town, we sat in a curved booth so that she could sit beside me rather than across from me. We ordered drinks, and when they were served, we toasted our new year and new relationship. I handed her a small egg shaped device, “Put this inside you and see that it doesn’t fall out all night.”
She looked down at the table and modestly said, “Yes, Sir,” and picked up the egg. I did enjoy watching her insert the toy while trying to look from the table level up that she was simply enjoying her drink. When she brought her hands to the top of the table, I hit the switch on the remote control in my pocket. Her jaw dropped and her eyes bugged. I watched her get flush, and then turned off the vibrator. Sarah was looking at me, panting through her mouth. She had a wildness about her that was most agreeable. I let her eat her meal mostly in peace. I did throw the switch a few times; just on and off, to get her attention. It never ceases to amaze me how sexual excitement adds to a woman’s beauty. With my left hand I felt her pussy. The poor girl was gushing. Her new dress was going to need a trip to the laundry tomorrow.
“You really have no shame at all, do you,” I asked after desert as I raised a cup of coffee to my lips.
“I don’t understand, Sir,” she said, and gasped as I turned the vibrator on. She started to reach for herself, but I stopped her.
“Leave your hands on the table, Bitch,” I said in my best cruel voice. “You were going to reach for your cunt weren’t you, you dirty little whore? At least try to act like a lady.” All the time that I was talking the vibrator was doing its work. Soon her face took on a pleading look.
“Please Sir.” Her body showed signs of rocking. She was holding the table. There are simply no words to describe how beautiful she was. The candle light illuminated her face. She was biting her lips from the inside.
“Please sir what? I asked.
“May I come sir”
“Of course not, we can’t have you bucking and screaming all over. This is a place where decent people come to eat. Please try to behave yourself.”
“I’ll be quiet, I promise Master, please.”
T
he look on her face when I consented was priceless. She kind of stretched out on the cushion while I spotted a waitress and motioned her over. Sarah did her best, and I did turn off her little toy, but the waitress never shifted her gaze from Sarah’s face. Sarah looked back with a look of triumph mixed with humiliation. I gave the waitress my credit card, and asked Sarah if she were free to spend the night. As long as she could leave early, she answered.. She fell asleep with my cock in her mouth. I did some rearranging of the blankets and let her sleep.
I woke up the next morning to a blow job.
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Nympho-maniac Twin Girls

Nympho-maniac Twin Girls
This story is based on some true events.
*I was able to interview (Phil), I’ll call him, and he told me this very hot story. Names changed of course.
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I’m Phil, the dad of Megan and Millie, twin girls. They are true Nymphomaniacs. I knew they were sex obsessed and I found a Dr. who tied their tubes off, no baby’s until they’re ready.
This is when the adventure of a lifetime really began.
I read a story online and I knew the guy was talking about my twins. He knew to many details. Here’s his story, then I’ll tell you what Megan, Millie and I keep top secret.
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“I had just moved into a house for rent. One side room was just for storage, as the girlfriend Brittney and I slept on the other side of the house. That night I was looking for something and I heard some girls laughing next door. I peeked thru the blinds and saw a set of twins with the shade up. They were feeling each other up and giggling. I turned out the light and went and got my girlfriend Brittney. We eased the blinds open a little and sat and watched the show.
They looked hot, both with long blond hair, hot young figures and a nice sets of tits. They continued feeling each other and soon they started removing each others clothes. Their fingers reached down and they fingered each others pussy’s. They kissed passionately and started getting themselves real excited. They then laid down on a big bed.
I guess they never even thought about their window. There was a fence between the two houses on one side, and our blinds appeared closed. Our house was higher than theirs on a hill side, and we could see their bed perfect. They started rubbing their pussy’s together and feeling their tits. One dropped to her knees and started licking the other ones pussy. We watched them get hotter and hotter. Then they got in bed and they went to a ‘69‘ position together. They licked and played until they started humping each others face. Brittney reached over and felt my boner and smiled.
I put my hand down her shorts and she was wet. A live sex show, this was great. We left them and went to our bedroom and we got naked. Brittney was a tiny hot looking 21 yr old, with a killer body and great tits. Long reddish brown hair and could dress like she was way younger. She could look like she was 18. She got on top of me and said: “Donnie, I bet you would just love to fuck those two girls, wouldn’t you.” I smiled and said: “I would fuck one while eating the other ones pussy, then switch …sounds good to me….and I bet you would love to stack them together and eat both of their little pussy’s at the same time.” She wiggled her pussy on me and said: “Ooooo that sounds very hot, I wonder if they would like a four some?” I said: “Well….why don’t we just find that out.”
The next day I saw my neighbor in his front yard doing something. I went over and introduced myself. Soon the twins came out and stood by him, He introduced them, “These are my twin daughters, Megan and Millie, I can’t hardly tell them apart my self.” and he chuckled. The twins giggled and whispered. I said I was Donnie and I taught a creative writing class the local Tech School. The twins started whispered and turned away from us. Their dad and I talked a little more and as I was walking away the twins came up to me and whispered….(”We have a story we would like you to read, will you?”) I said sure, bring it on over.
They giggled and ran away. I told Brittney they were coming over with a story they wrote for me to look at. Brittney got an evil smile and went in to change her appearance. She came out and looked like she was the twins age. It wasn’t 10 minutes later when they knocked on my door. I invited them in, and introduced them to Brittney. The one twin pulled out a folder from under her top and handed it to me. She explained: “We don’t want our dad to see this….ok?” I said: “ok” and led them into my den where my computer was. I said: “Let me read this while Brittney fixes us some drinks, then I’ll call you back in here.” They said: “ok”, and giggled. The one twin whispered in my ear…(“…it’s a porn story..”) and they left to go in the living room.
Brittney, knowing what we’d seen out our window, started talking about sex with the twins. They were all ears to hear what she had to say.
Brittney….
(I told them about a three-some I once had.)
“Me and girlfriend got together with a guy and we all wanted to have a hot three-some. The guy came over to see me and my girlfriend. He started kissing me and feeling me up, and then he invited my girlfriend to join in too. She gladly did, and we all liked it. We all kissed and felt each other up. We pulled the guy up to my bedroom and we all got in bed and continued.”
(the twins had put their hands in-between their legs as I talked. Soon they began to squirm a little as the story was making them hot. Their breathing increased and they started slightly rubbing their hands up and down between their legs.)
I continued:…..
We all undressed each other and now it was skin to skin. We got us all hot and he started fucking me first. He then pulled my girlfriends legs, and laid my head on one of her legs, her pussy now was right in our faces. He and I started licking her pussy while we fucked. We all climaxed at about the same time and it was a special hot cum for all of us.”
The twins sat out of breath and moving their hands between their legs, and loved the story. They told me their story was a porn story and they wanted Donnie’s opinion on it and any suggestions.
I got up and sat between the twins. I held both their hands and placed them between my legs. I asked them if their story was from any real life experiences. They giggled and both said yes. I said that those were the best stories. I started rubbing their hands on my pussy and leaned my head back and closed my eyes. The twins started right in feeling my pussy.
I started slightly moaning and put my hands in between their legs and started feeling their little pussy’s.
Donnie….
I yelled out that they could come in the den, that I had read their story. The twins took a last good feel of Brittney’s pussy and they got up and came in the den. They were out of breath and I got chairs for them on each side of me. Brittney came in out of breath to. I knew something got hot in that living room, and I smiled at them. They smiled back and giggled. I had scanned their story into my computer. It was only two pages and of course crude. I started reading it out loud:
“We are girl twins, we like lots of sex. We play with each other all the time. We met two boy twins and we wanted to have sex with them. They said ok. We went to our bedroom and had sex. They liked it and so did we. We got caught having sex with the two twin boys. We had to go to see their dad. He told the boys to not do it anymore and sent them away.
He closed the door and said he would like to have sex with us too. We said if you don’t let us get in trouble, we will have sex with you too. He locked the door and ask us to play with his dick and make him cum. We did, and now we didn’t get in trouble. We like him and we go to his office every week. He won’t put his dick in us yet, but soon we think he will. We know now how to make him have a have a hardon and he likes that. We want more sex from him and we took some pictures of him when he wasn’t looking. If he doesn’t have sex with us we might….”
That was the as far as the story went.
Brittney leaned over my shoulder and told the twins that a good sex story rating, was if the guys reading it get hardon‘s. They both looked and my boner showing in my pants. They grinned and giggled. I said also that if the women readers got wet pussy’s. They both looked at Brittney. She put her hand down her shorts and check to see of her pussy was wet. She smiled at them and said: “See for your self.” She started undoing her shorts and pulled them down and then her panties. She has a full bush of pubic hair. She put her hands on her hips and waited for them to feel for themselves.
They both looked at each other and grinned. They got on their knees in front of Brittney and both put their fingers in her slit. Both their faces lit up with smiles as they felt her wet pussy. She whispered to feel the inside too. They pushed their little fingers in Brittney’s pussy. Smiles again. They had never felt another girls pussy except each others before. They liked it and one twin closed her eyes and moved her fingers in and out. The other one felt Brittney’s clit and played with it.
I said: “Well it looks like you have the start of a hot porn story going here.” They stood up and thanked me, and asked if they could come over and use my computer to add to it. I knew that their dad worked a 2nd shift and didn’t come home till about 1 am. I said: “Sure, after your dad goes to work, come on over.” They looked very excited and took their story and left.
The twins back home…..
“OMG…that was so hot! We got to feel Brittney’s bush and wet pussy!!…and did you see the big boner on Donnie?….I got so wet and tingles in my pussy. I bet we get more action tonight…I can’t wait! I would love us to lick her pussy and get to play with Donnie’s big boner.…and maybe watch him cum for us, or….maybe…fuck us!….wow…that would so be so hot. Do you think they’ll play with us? I bet they will, that Brittney has the hots for us, I can just tell…I‘m so wet, come on, let‘s go to our room….”
Donnie…..
Brittney pulled me in our spare room and said: …“Watch”. The twins went in their room and got naked and started fingering each other, laying on their bed. Brittney and I watched them through our blinds. I stood behind Brittney and rubbed her pussy as she reached back and rubbed my dick as we watched. I whispered (“..what all did you do to those girls in the other room?”) She wiggled her butt and said: (“…I just got them warmed up for maybe a hot four-some tonight dear.”)
Brittney watched thru the blinds as the twins got naked and put robes on and left their room.
“Here they come” she said. Soon they were at the door as Brittney let them in, she was only wearing a robe also. She brought them in my computer room and we let them sit and add to their story. Brittney sat between them and typed as they decided what to write. Soon she had her hands in their laps and they put theirs in between her legs. I sat back and watched, in my robe also.
Brittney said quietly: “ Tell us what you wished would have happened in the boy twins dad’s office maybe?” They giggled and started tell her what to write. Brittney typed as they both talked,
…. they wished he laid them both on his rug and had sex with them both. Brittney asked: “Did he play with your pussy’s first?” They said “No”…”…well he left out the best part.” she said. “Like this”…..she put her fingers in the opening of their robes and let her fingers move down to both their little warm pussy’s. They both leaned back in their chairs and opened their legs wide. Their hands both reached over and did the same to Brittney, as they all rubbed and felt themselves. I walked up and whispered: (“…I think we’d all be more comfortable in the bedroom.”) They all got up still feeling each other and came in our big bed. I took off my robe with my boner sticking out big as the twins eyes got big looking it. Brittney laid in the middle as I opened her legs wide. I whispered: (“…let all make Brittney feel good, girls.”)
They watched me get on my knees and scooted up to Brittney and rubbed my dick on her wet pussy. The twins watched wide eyed and grinned at each other. I moved back some and said: (“….help me out some, girls.”) I took each of their hands and put them on Brittney’s damp pussy. They started right in feeling it, as their other hand rubbed their own pussy’s. I started jacking myself slowly. I was just inches away from their hands feeling Brittney‘s pussy. Both their eyes were on my boner watching it. I scooted it closer. I started rubbing it on their hands as they fingered Brittney. They both switched slowly to feeling my dick. Brittney slowly started pulling one twin’s pussy’s towards her, lifted one leg and started licking her pussy. Her twin started feeling Brittney’s pussy. She seemed to love Brittney’s full bush, as they didn’t have any pubic hair. I laid back and pulled my twins pussy to me. She was fascinated with my dick.
We all slowly rolled toward each other and my twin started licking my dick slowly all over. Brittney’s twin started parted her pubic hair and started licking her pussy. We now had a double 69, 4 some.
We all moaned a little as the licking became hotter. Brittney’s twin went right for her clit, as her fingers went in Brittney‘s pussy. Brittney did the same to her. My twin sucked and jacked my dick in her mouth as I licked her little clit and put two fingers in her tight pussy. We all moaned as I heard the licking sounds.
Then they stopped.
I heard them giggle and they switched with us. Now we had the other twin on me and Brittney. We all giggled at that little move. Soon Brittney came up and rolled me on my back and started jacking me. The twins joined in watching and touching me as they knew I was going to cum soon. Brittney and the twins all joined in licking my dick and six hands all jacked me and three tongues licking the head of my dick.
I couldn’t take it and shot a big stream of cum up in the air as three tongues licked my head as more kept coming and coming. Brittney and the twins all rubbed their clit fast and orgasmed together moaning and gasping for air. All their tongues raced to lick up my cum, which went all over me. I got so dizzy I had to take a deep breath to keep from passing out.
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…As I drifted out, I felt a wet twin pussy on each of my legs as they played with my still hard boner. Brittney had a twin’s pussy in each hand from behind, massaging their wet pussy’s.
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The next day Brittney told me she overheard them whisper that your boner was bigger than dads….oooo. I wondered if they just happened to see his dick, or there was more to it. Brittney smiled and said: “They are so sexually active, I’m sure their dad has sex with them, all the time.” We continued our night visits with the twins. They would come over at night in their robes with nothing on underneath.
We would go straight to our big bed in our bedroom. Brittney kept probing a little at a time about their dad, but they never talk about him. The loved to go 69 with Brittney, licking her pussy and playing with her clit until she would climax along with the one licking her. They would suck and play with my dick until I shot cum in their mouth. They loved to switch with each other and continue with us. I would be licking ones pussy and switch-o, now I was licking the other. This night they want me to fuck them. They both had said they had tied tubes, and couldn’t have kids.
They laid me on my back as one got on top of me and eased my dick in her. She moaned as the other rubbed her clit.
Brittney was all excited while watching the other one fucking me. Then it was switch again, and the other one got on me. Soon the one sitting straight up and bouncing on me, started to moan and was going to climax. The other twin came right over and stuck her pussy in my face. She then faced her sister’s pussy and started licking her sisters clit that was fucking me.
I shot the most intense load in her I could ever remember. My cum shot in the twin like a blast. Brittney lay beside me and fingered her pussy. It even made her orgasm just watching.
My cum filled the twin’s pussy fucking me and kept on till it gushed out onto the other twins tongue as she climaxed while on my face. The whole room moaned for a long time. The twin on my face licked all the cum that flowed out of her sisters pussy, over and over. He sister finally pulled me out of her and he sister started licking her cum filled pussy. Brittney and I were fully spent, and moaned for a long time. The twins went 69 and kept licking each other for a long time. Then they licked my dick until every drop was swallowed by them.
They both smiled and said: “See ya tomorrow!” and giggled, put their robes back on and went back home.
Brittney and I looked at each other, we were both so spent, we just started laughing and shook our heads in amazement.
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Their dads story…..
“What to do with nypho twin girls. It started when they were 18. They were getting interested in sex then and I was the male in their lives. Their mom died at their birth.
One morning they decided to come get in bed with me. They didn’t say anything but just started massaging me, but it went further than I ever expected.
I was on my stomach as they felt me all over. Then their little hands started feeling me between my legs. I could hear them giggle quietly as they continued. I let them do whatever they wanted, as stopping them would only send them to other boys and get them in trouble. They ran their hands under my boxers, up my legs, and started feeling my balls. They rolled me over and both their hands went down the front, now feeling my dick. They pulled my boxers down and four little hands began to feel me and jack me. I pretended to be asleep and never said a word.
It was the only way for them to satisfy their condition. They jacked me and both started licking my dick. It felt wonderful having 4 hands feeling me and 2 tongues licking me. Soon they took turns sucking my dick. They started fingering themselves and then each other. They began to breathe hard as this was their first time feeling and sucking a male and it really excited them.
I had seen them lick and suck each other and have orgasms. They would leave their bedroom door wide open, hoping I would see them and get turn on. I did, as I soon stood and watched them go at it, day or night. Now they had the real thing in their hands and got hyper to feel, lick and suck every thing they could. Their sexual desires were peaking as they both jacked and sucked me as they fingered themselves. I couldn’t hold back and they made me cum, and cum big.
They couldn’t get my cum in their mouths fast enough. They both orgasmed and moaned as their first taste of cum went in their mouths. Their little fingers rubbing their little clits as fast as they could. They licked up every drop of cum off of me. I had shot it everywhere I was so excited. They got it all and double checked and licked me again. No words were spoken, just our moans, over and over.
From then on they would come back every few mornings for more.
Now I watched them as I stood in their doorway. They would play with each others pussy‘s, finger themselves, and lick themselves to orgasm. Then they got up and pull me into their bed and place me on my back. We never spoke as they now took turns putting their pussy’s in my face and have me lick them to orgasm. They moaned and then took turns sucking me till I shot cum again.
They then lick me clean, moaning all thru it. A few days later they led me in and they laid on their backs and had me lay on top of them as they lay one on top of the other on their backs. I took turns fucking them both, alternating between their pussy’s. I shot a big one. I would cum in one and then the other as they moaned loud and held each other. They shook and fingered their clits till they just got to weak to do it anymore. They just moaned and both rubbed my body for a long time as they played with my cum.
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I know my new neighbor and his girlfriend have their hands full. I hear how the girls talk about there nightly adventures and giggle.
There is no satisfying Megan and Millie,…
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Beastiality, My First Time 2

Bestiality, my first time 2
Because I almost got caught by one of the twins fucking Shep in the barn I stopped letting the dogs in the house at night. I set up two running wires around the house and hooked each dog to one of the wires. That way each one could individually circle the entire house. They were not happy campers.
The twins took a year off from school to help me with the planting and harvesting. We planted 200 acres in cotton and 200 acres in corn this year. And most of the other 200 acres we put into alfalfa. We live on the front 10 acres of the farm where we grow vegetables and keep the farm animals. Four sheep, 2 horses, a bull and two cows and some chickens.
One summer evening after all the planting was done and I had several glasses of wine for dinner which made me a little tipsy because I seldom drank. I forgot to tie the dogs up and about eleven o’clock Shep managed to open the back door and came into my bedroom. It was a hot evening and I was asleep on top of the covers. Shep woke me up licking my pussy through my panties. I was moaning as his tongue slid over my pussy. When I woke up and realized I had already cum I pulled my panties off and let Shep bury his tongue inside my pussy lips, As soon as that tongue slid over my clit I came again. I thought what hell if I’m real quiet, why not. I got down on my hands and knees and let Shep enter me from behind. His nice cock was hammering my pussy and I felt his knot swell in my vagina. Soon he was shooting his doggy cum deep inside my belly as I came several times.
For some reason his knot stayed a little longer than usual and I laid there enjoying Shep’s cock still inside me. When it plopped out I suddenly felt a huge cock shoved back into my pussy. I smiled thinking Curly must have come in with Shep. That huge cock began sliding in and out of me with a long slow tempo. It then dawned on me that I wasn’t being fucked rapidly like Curly always does. I felt two hands grasp my breasts squeezing my tits. A thumb and two fingers were pinching and rolling each of my nipples.
I thought, shit who could that be? It felt really nice but when I looked over at the mirror above my dresser I said Oh shit because it was my twin son Jon. I Said Jon don’t do this, I’m your Mother. Jon leaned forward and kissed me behind my ear and whispered. If you can let our dog fuck you why not your sons? With that he put his hands on my hips and began pounding my pussy with his huge cock. I realized he was built like his Father. Maybe even a little bigger.
I knew I shouldn’t let him but it felt so good. It had been way to long since I had had a nice cock in there. I could feel every inch of him slide in and out of my pussy walls. I began to cum as I murmured Oh god Jon you feel so good inside me. Yessss, oh yessss fuck me Jon fuck me harder Aaahhhhhhhhh and I came again. He was hammering me as fast and as hard as he could move his butt. In no time I felt him grab me and bury his cock deep inside me and shoot a huge amount of his love offering into my burning cunt.
Jon fell on top of me for a few seconds. When he rolled over and extracted himself from my pussy I felt two hands grab my shoulders and flip me over onto my back. My legs were pulled apart and shoved over my head. I then felt another huge cock inter my sopping pussy full of my son and my dogs cum. I opened my eyes and stared into Brains face and like his brother he started hammering that big cock deep into my pussy pulling almost completely out of me before driving it back in. He fucked me hard and fast for about five minutes and then he grabbed me by my Ass and drove his cock deep and let lose a torrent of hot cum. I was still cumming when he pulled out of me.
I didn’t get a minutes rest before Jon had his big cock back in me. This time he took long slower strokes and he fucked me for about ten minuets as I kept cumming over and over from that wonderful cock penetrating deeply into the womb he came out of. I milked his cum from his cock with the muscles in my vagina and then it was Brian’s turn. As his long cock slid into me I thought, “How could something that was considered taboo by society feel so good and yet so right.” Like his brother he slowed his stokes to long even thrusts. I was in a heavenly trance as as I felt his cock rubbing the insides of my vagina. I clamped down on his cock and milked every drop out of Brian’s cock when he came.
They kept taking turns fucking me. I lost all tract of time. My mind became confused in a delirium of desire and ecstasy. My clit and pussy felt like someone had hooked a wire inside my pussy and was sending an electric shock waves into it. I could no longer tell which one was fucking me. It was like one big cock that never left my pussy. I had never been as alive as my body was racked with pleasure Until it finally stopped.
I laid there for awhile letting my mind come back to sanity. I was on my back as I opened my eyes and looked. On each side of me was one of the twins. They were on their stomachs sound asleep and each had a hand on one of my tits. I carefully got up so I wouldn’t disturb them. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked between my legs. The lips on my pussy were all swollen and bruised with cum oozing out of it. Shep came up and began licking all that cum out of me so I scooted forward a little and laid back and let him continue. I could not believe I had anything left in me but he soon made me climax.
I finally pushed him away and stood up but my legs were so weak I collapsed and sat back on the bed. Finally I made it to the bathroom and drew a tub of hot water. I soaked my tired body until the water started to get cold. I then stood and took a shower. I removed the shower head and douched my swollen pussy. I hadn’t closed the door completely and Shep came in and tried to lick my pussy some more. I told him no, and still naked I grabbed his collar and led him to the back door to let him out.
As I opened the door Curly came barreling in and knocked me over on my butt. My legs became spread wide and Curly buried his nose into my cunt. His tongue entered my pussy and began to lick up and down. My clit was so sensitive that he made me cum before I could do anything. I don’t think I had ever cum so quickly. I pushed him away
and as I turned over I grabbed a chair to help me up but Curly was too quick for me, he
mounted me and shoved his cock in just missing my Ass and began to fuck my swollen pussy like a jack hammer.
His knot swelled up and he pushed it inside me. The end of his cock was back inside my cervix and the sensation drove me wild. He was the only one that could do that. I felt his Jizz begin to shoot into my cervix and his hot cum made me cum. I was actually shoving my Ass back at him trying to drive his cock deeper into my cervix. The feeling of having some thing inside there sent waves of ecstasy through my body and I came again and again. I could hardly believe I could still have an orgasm after all the previous fucking.
There I was stark naked tied to my dog. I sure as hell hoped my sons would not come in and see me this way. To keep Curly from dragging me I grabbed his hind legs and began to force his cock in and out of my pussy. By the time he could pull out of me he had made me cum two more times. I took another shower and douched myself again. I laid a towel between my twins because the sheets were soaked with cum. I crawled back between them and fell asleep. It was six thirty in the morning.
I woke up having a climax, I had been dreaming of Curly licking my pussy but when I looked down between my legs I saw one of the twins eating my pussy and finger fucking me. Oh how wonderful his tongue felt on my still swollen vagina. I looked at the clock on the dresser it was 3:30 in the afternoon. My son looked up and I could see it was Brian who was between my legs. I reached down and pulled his face tighter to my pussy as he made me cum.
I looked over and Jon was taking off his pants and shorts. His magnificent cocks sprung lose and was point straight up at his chin. He crawled onto the bed and straddled my head leaning forward he took his cock and pushed the head of it into my mouth. I had never sucked a cock because my husband never asked me too. I wasn’t sure what to do so I ran my tongue around and over the head of it. I could only get about four inches inside my throat because he was so big it choked me when he went any further. I clamped down on his cock with my lips and began to suck. He was moving in and out of my mouth gently.
I felt another orgasm coming from Brian’s tongue and when it let lose I reared my Ass off the bed and my whole body shuddered as a wave of pleasure swept over me. I plopped my Ass back down and when I did it caused me to raise my head driving Jon’s cock deep into my throat. It felt like his cock was wedged in my throat and I started to choke but he was so deep I couldn’t and I was afraid I would suffocate. For some unknown reason I relaxed and began breathing through my nose. His cock had stretched my throat very wide. He didn’t move for a few moments and then he pushed deep until his whole cock was in and I could feel his puberty hair on my nose. He withdrew and then pushed down again until he had a rhythm going. What a feeling, he was actually fucking my mouth and throat as if it was my vagina.
Brian told Jon he wanted to fuck me and to let me up so Jon withdrew his cock and it
seemed like it took a long time to get the whole thing out of my mouth. He got up and sat on the bed and Brian told me to bend over and continue sucking Jon’s cock which I did. He inserted his big cock into my flaming pussy and proceeded to fuck me. I was able to reinsert Jon’s cock completely down my throat and I began to bob up and down on it as Brian fucked me. It took Brian about twenty minutes before he shot another huge amount of his hot sperm deep into my belly. Within seconds Jon’s cock erupted and shot his sperm directly into my stomach. It was warm and a little slimy as I counted eight spurts from his cock shooting down my throat and into my stomach. We laid down together with Brian’s softening cock still in me and Jon’s still in my mouth.
I finally got up and started dinner it was 5:30. I fixed the boys a steak, a big porterhouse. Each was at least 22 ounces. Jon Like’s his medium rare and Brian liked rare. I added fresh corn on the cob and a big salad. I had a small steak and some salad. Brian asked me how long I had been fucking the dogs. I told them it was a few years after their Dad died and how it happened. Brian told me they wanted to see me fuck Curly. They said they got so turned on watching Shep fuck me and they wanted to watch Curly fuck me.
I said Oh boys, please, I would rather not. “Come on Mom we would really like to watch him fuck you, please.” I said well if it would make you happy Ok. I told them to go get Curly. I took a bathe towel and folded it and put it on the floor next to one of the open sided kitchen chairs. I had begun wearing only light weight cotton dress’s during the spring and fall ever since I almost got caught while fucking Shep in the barn. I didn’t wear any panties because it was easier to lift my dress up when I wanted one of the dogs to fuck me in the fields.
I laid my head down on my arms on the chair. Brian brought Curly in and he immediately stuck his nose between my legs and began to lick my cunt. I didn’t take him long to make me cum. When I came he started shoving his tongue deep into the folds of my pussy and scooped out my juices. The more I came the faster he licked. Finally I commanded him to mount me and I guided his cock into my pussy. He began fucking me in his usual fast way. His cock was pumping in and out of me like a rabbit. His knot began to enlarge and I reached back and pulled my lips apart so his knot would go in easily. He began to pump his sperm deep inside me. He had found my cervix again and his short jabs caused him to penetrate it again. His spurts of hot cum spurting directly in to my cervix caused me to start cumming like a fountain one after the other. When Curly turned around and tied me to him I looked up and both boys were jacking off. I reached around and took hold of Curly’s hind leg and proceeded to rock his cock and knot back and fourth inside me. I came three more times before his knot receded enough to come out.
The boys flipped a coin as to who got to fuck me first and Jon won. Brian came over and sat in the chair and took his cock an inserted it in my mouth as Jon entered my wet hole from behind. Jon fucked me for twenty five minutes before he shot his load of cum deep within my bowels. In the meantime I had Brian’s cock buried to the hilt in my throat. When Jon was finished Brian took his place and fucked me. He only lasted about ten minutes before depositing his hot cum into me. I hardly had time to take a breath when Curly mounted me again. He fucked me hard and fast and his cock once again was able to enter my cervix. This time he seemed to penetrate me even further maybe an inch. Penetrating me that deep just seemed to trigger my orgasm mechanism to new highs.
It is hard to describe the feeling the dogs deep penetration had on me. The boys fucked me onemore time after asking me to fuck both dogs before we went to bed. The boys slept with me for the first time since they were three years old. About six am I felt Jon trying to slip his cock into me and I let him enter my swollen pussy. It took about twenty minutes of fucking me from behind before he came. When he pulled out of me I turned over to go bck to sleep and Brian must have heard us because he too slipped his cock into my pussy and fucked me for over thirty minutes before depositing his cum inside me. I came twice with each one and I fell asleep smiling.
I slept until 10:30 and got up and took a shower and a douche. I told the boys I had to go to the city for a doctor’s appointment. It was about an hours drive to the city. When I got there I told the doctor that I wanted a prescription for birth control pills. I told him I thought I was too old to have kids but I didn’t want to take any chances. He said that before he could prescribe them for me he would have to make a physical examination. He looked in every hole on my body. He seemed to take a long time examining my vagina. His long fingers probed the walls of my swollen vagina and he mentioned that it appeared I was sexually active, what and under statement. I had a hard time not responding to those fingers. When he was through he wrote the prescription and told me I was a very healthy woman and if I wanted to I could still have children. He said I was made to have children. As I left I noticed the Doctor had a hard on.
The boys continued to fuck me whenever the notion struck them and they seemed to have the notion all the time. It might be in the fields when we were harvesting or in the barn when I was feeding an animal but most of the time first thing in the morning and before we went to sleep. I loved it. My vagina had become a love channel for the boys and the dogs. Then one morning I woke up and didn’t feel to well. I vomited and felt sick to my stomach all that morning and every morning for the next four days. I thought Oh shit I’m pregnant. It had to have happened that first night. Now what am I going to do and how am I going to explain it with my husband being dead and all?
I told the boys and they thought it was great and were very happy. I explained my situation as a widow and how our neighbors might look at it. Jon came up with a brilliant idea. He said I should tell whoever wanted to know that when my husband first had his heart attack and before the stroke we went and had some of my husbands sperm frozen and placed in a sperm bank just incase there might be an outside chance I might want to have more kids after he was gone. Because the boys would have almost identical DNA who would ever challenge it.
One of the nice things about having a bed that was an over sized king size bed was that it gave plenty of room for the three of us. I was thankful that my husband liked a lot of room to spread his big frame out and had it specially built. I also loved the fact that every night the boys fell asleep sucking my tits. I didn’t think it possible and I don’t know why but knowing one of them was going to be a father and they didn’t care which one caused them to increase their desires. Now they were fucking me not only in the morning but several times during the day. I t was like they were copying the Dr. Pepper slogan of ten two and four with a nooner thrown in now and then. I also became aware that Brian liked eating my pussy and Jon liked fucking me in the mouth. I couldn’t imagine being any happier. I have never felt so wanted and loved and my body responded to it.
At six months when I really began to show the twins told me not to work in the fields anymore and to just do the chores around the house and barn. So one morning I was cleaning up the barn when Shep stuck his nose between my legs and began to lick my pussy. I spread my legs wide and let his tongue enter up my vagina. My legs became weak so I decided I would let him fuck me.
I got down on my hands and knees and pulled my dress up over my shoulders. Shep mounted me and before I could reach around and guide his cock into my pussy he shoved his cock up my Ass. I had never had anyone, not my husband or the twins fuck me in the Ass. His cock broke through my sphincter muscle with the first stroke and I screamed because it hurt so much. His cock was going in and out of my Ass like a piston. When his knot swelled up and entered my tight Ass I let out another scream as he shoved that thing through my tight hole. A pain ran up the middle of my back and I almost passed out. His piston motion finally subsided and I could feel him shoot his doggy jizz deep inside my rectum.
As the pain subsided the twins came runningn into the barn because of my screams. “I shouted, “Please, Get Shep off me he’s up my Ass.” At first the twins started laughing and then they saw the pain in my face and tried to pull Shep’s knot out but it was stuck tight inside me. The motion of them trying to get it out and the dog forcing it back suddenly the pain turned to pleasure and I felt a climax approaching. I reached around and grabbed Shep’s hind legs and began to shove that knot back and forth inside my rectum. I started moaning and the twins sat down on a bail of hay and started laughing as I came.
By my eighth month I decided I wouldn’t let the dogs fuck me again until after the baby was born. However I relented and did let Shep fuck me in the Ass several times over the next two months because the twins cut way back fucking me in the eight month and stopped altogether in the ninth. In my ninth month I stated lactating from the twins sucking my breasts each night. The more they sucked it out the more milk I produced. To my surprise I had twins again. They weighed 6 lbs. five ounces and the other was 6 lbs. nine ounces. Together they weighed 13 lbs. 4 ounces. I came home from the hospital after three days. I just loved the feeling of those twin babies’s sucking my breasts and then feeling the older twins suck the milk the baby’s didn’t finish.
That first week home proved to be a disaster. The 2nd day I was home I woke up in the morning on my side and felt Jon’s dick about 6 inches inside my pussy and was going soft. Shit I hope he hadn’t cum in me because I wasn’t on the pill but he had. Six weeks later I found I was pregnant again and had a 7 lb 11 ounce baby girl I named Sue-belle. I had named the twin boys James and Josh.
The fourth day I was doing the washing and had taken off all my clothes to wash with the rest of the laundry. The washing facilities were on the back porch. Curly came up to me and started licking my pussy, I said “Lick all you want Curly but I’m not quite ready to let you fuck me yet. I sat on the edge of the bench and let his enormous tongue enter my pussy. He had me cumming in minutes. He jumped up on my chest and shoved his cock between my legs and into my cunt. I had never had either dog fuck me this way. His huge cock plunged to the depths of my womb. His cock began to hammer my pussy walls and his huge knot was soon inside me.
I felt the end of his cock rip open my cervix that was still completely open from the birth of the twins and he shoved it all the way through to the entrance of my uterus. There was a moment of pain and then the pleasure began to overwhelm me. I couldn’t stop cumming. When his hot cum began to shoot directly into my uterus the feeling caused me to have one of those tremendous organisms from my G spot. When he finally stopped pumping his jizz he backed away and the knot plopped out and an enormous amount of water and cum and blood came pouring out. From that day forward I always let Curly fuck me from the front that way.
When the Twins turned 21 we all went to the little bar in town to celebrate. It was a lot of fun dancing and Brian met a gal by the name of Sally. A pretty brunet about 5’4” and 112 lbs. Average but nice tits about 34C. Three months later he found she was pregnant and married her. She moved in with us and she and Brian used the spare bedroom. Jon would always go to his own room and then after Sally and Brian went to bed he would come to mine.
One night about two months after Sally moved in I woke up being fucked by Brian. I said, “Where is Jon?” At first he just smiled as he continued to fuck me nice and slow. Then he whispered, “He is fucking Sally.” Does she know it’s not you?” I asked. “No she can’t tell the difference and I have missed making love to you.” It took Sally about three months before she realized she was getting fucked by both twins. Instead of protesting she decided she liked the idea because she felt over the long run being fucked by two men meant she got fucked more often.
Last year Sally came to my Bedroom with the twins and ate my pussy and for the first time in my life I ate a women’s pussy and liked it. She has the sweetest tasting pussy and I taught her how to use her vagina muscles to keep her pussy firm and be able to milk a cock. Because of the constant sucking my breast I was able to breast feed my children until they were almost four. I also helped feed Sally’s Baby. Since then Sally had another baby boy.
Life is good, I don’t know if there are other 51 year olds getting made love to as often as I get but I hope so. Because of the hard work and lots of loving my body is still firm and my tits only sag a little. Like I said life is wonderful
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Respect: Chapter 1

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Slutty Secretary

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