Loading...I have seen so many misdirected and misused young women in my long active life, that I often just ignored them. I was building a house near the IHOP and both breakfast and evening meals were convenient there. The lovely young female, still searching for identity, had waited on me for a week now. We had talked and teased every day. I was getting a sense of her unfulfilled sexuality and the frustration she lived with. Tonight her body was tense and her hormones were surging. She needed to belong and serve. She was slow coming back to take my order.
“Lean against the support post with your back to the restaurant. Spread your legs wider.”
I could see in her eyes the question, “Why am I doing what he is telling me?”
“For tonight I will have ……….” While she wrote my order, I rubbed up inside her knees and on the inside of her thighs. When I gave her my last requests for dinner I stroked over her panty covered pussy.
“When you bring my salad, do not have on these panties. When you bring my entree, make sure your fingers are wet with the taste of your pussy and feed your juices to me. When you ask me if I want dessert, stand with your legs apart so I can feel how hot and wet you are.”
The nineteen year old, well-proportioned, girl-next-door, blond, was too nervous to talk but she followed instructions through serving my salad. I ran my hand up between her thighs. She opened them for me, to proudly let me feel her naked, smoothly shaved pussy. I slipped a finger between her tiny lips, pushed into her wetness and then pulled my finger out to slide circles over her still covered clit. Her body shuddered.
“Thank you for putting my dressing on the side.”
She did not say “You are welcome,” but in a way her body almost curtsied.
I saw her talking with another waitress and that other waitress delivered my entre.
My playmate returned to me to ask about my desert.
“My entre was incomplete.”
She blushed and tried to hide behind the post and winged edge of my bench’s back. Her eyes were wild and filled with panic but her legs were slightly spread in anticipation of being pleased.
“I understand that you are young and could not give me the special nectar I ordered. May I just have a scoop of ice cream for dessert?”
She served me with her left hand and her right hand was clutched in a fist and hidden behind her back. She glanced around and extended her two middle fingers toward my lips. They glistened and a strand of wetness strung between them. I let her push them into my mouth and I sucked.
“No desert will live up to the taste of your sexy body.”
Her hand trembled as she took it from my lips. Already I had a few drops of ice cream on my fingertips to push across her clit and into her wet hot pussy. Her body pulled back from the cold.
“I bet you could guess what I would really like to eat for desert?”
She was beet red, gasping, trying not to thrust into my finger. She was not used to having her g-spot massaged. Her legs were weak, when she backed away from my hand and scurried away from my table.
Another waitress brought my bill but my beauty rang me out when I left.
She looked at the fifty I pressed into her hand in trade for my change.
“When are you scheduled to work again?”
She hesitated before she answered, “I’m off tomorrow but I have the breakfast shift on Thursday.”
“Will you wait on me at breakfast on Thursday? I understand it is the most important meal of the day.”
Her eyes sparkled. She wanted to be naughty. She just did not know how or if she should.
“I’ll dream of you until then; just leave the panties off.”
When she took my order on Thursday morning, I pushed a finger into her very wet and slippery sheath.
“I’m sorry my boyfriend……”
“Did he please you? Did he stretch you? Did you cry out when you came?”
She blushed.
“Is most of this wetness you or him?”
“Him.”
“I will go wash. You do the same before you come back to me with my breakfast.”
When I checked out that morning I whispered to her, “Since early this morning, I dreamed of tasting you. You had another man’s cum in you. That is not my thing. Someday you will spread her for me and I will taste you directly from your pussy’s swollen red lips.”
About four days later, our breakfast schedules matched again.
“Where should I sit so you will serve me?”
“Same place as before.”
“I like establishing a tradition and learning how to please you.”
Her body enjoyed my banter.
When she came to take my order, I asked, “Will I feel your boyfriend this morning?”
“No.”
I worked her g-spot slowly while I gave her a long complicated order. She knew what to expect now and thoroughly enjoyed the feelings in her body and fear of being caught. I did not get what I ordered but it was close enough. I too had enjoyed feeling her young cunt suck on the two fingers I thrust into it. I enjoyed the wild look in her eyes and the tremble in her body that she struggled against. I enjoyed leaving her close and frustrated. I knew she would finish herself in the bathroom after I left.
The next evening my lovely was on at seven when I staggered in, dead tired.
My entre was country fried steak that night. When she served it, I asked, “When will you let me take you out for a great dinner?”
“I’m off on Friday.”
“What would be your greatest wish for dinner?”
“I have always dreamed of going to the Pine Room but that is so very expensive.”
“A wonderful choice, My Lady. Where shall I pick you up?”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Well you have a few days to decide. Ask your mommy if it is ok if you go out with an older man. Maybe she can go, if you are afraid.”
I did not ask the next morning, but she confidently brought me her wetness, when she refilled my coffee.
With my final lick on her fingers is said, “You already know that I am very oral. I have guessed that you need to do exactly what I tell you.”
She gasped and blurted out her first thought, “Don’t hurt me.”
“Do what I tell you and you will only feel pleasure. More pleasure than your young body can imagine. Your body wants to let go, learn to fly and give me your concerns and your climaxes.”
Now she looked shocked. Someone else in the world knew her secret. Knew what held her body in check; knew what kept her from complete satisfaction. Knew that she needed to serve, to be controlled, to feel strength before she could feel safe enough to risk letting her body go.
“Friday evening, I will pick you up here at six-thirty p.m. You will be dressed for dinner at the Pine Room. I will take you home when your body tells me it is time to go home.”
Her eyes were filled with a million questions.
“You are young but you have complicated needs and desires that are not understood by young men. I will not hurt you but I will control you, keep you safe and please you. You have felt twinges of pleasure from that control when you have served me over the last weeks.”
“I do not know if……”
“Maybe you are too young. What you feel is not weakness. It is as old as time. It is the female strength of submission. With it you will be more pleased than any woman you know. But it will take courage on your part. I will understand, if you are too frightened or not ready.”
Friday, my very young, nervous kitten was more beautiful than any dream. Her hand shook in mine as I led her to my car and we drove away. Our idle chatter was strained. She needed strength to survive the unknown.
When I helped her out, the valet took my keys but I had her trapped between me and her shut car door. I took a handful of her hair with my left hand and tilted her face to mine, “Look only at me. Lean into me, Paula. Press your beautiful body full length into me.”
Her body did what it was told automatically and then I could see her mind rethinking and challenging every move in near panic.
“Close your eyes.”
I kissed her lightly and held her so she could feel my strength.
“Tonight you are in my care. I will protect you. Your time and you are mine. Surrender to feeling wanted and special. Surrender to enjoyment. Relax and let your worries be on my shoulders.”
She exhaled and I sucked her breath into my lungs. “Now take my strength.” I exhaled and she breathed in. Her eyes opened and sparkled.
“That’s it, My Lovely. Let’s go eat, dance and enjoy. Your body is warm and wet and has my cock responding.”
The teenage boy who held my keys had watched every move. He had seen her body give its self to me. He had a hardon that was very visible. Paula noticed his erection and his nervousness. As we walked away, I whispered, “See how easily your body naturally controls the little boys? Feel how it yearns for something the boy cannot give you?”
Most of the Pine Room’s staff knew me. When I ordered for Paula and added the wines, the waiter started to ask about her age. “She is celebrating her birthday tonight, don’t mess it up for her, you can see she did not bring a purse. Show some polish, it will be worth your while.”
While the salad and wine was served, we were on the dance floor. Paula was used to dancing at high school. She knew the steps and was probably quite a sight doing the current fast dances, but in our first try, she still danced with her mind. Her body was learning to lead tonight.
After salad and bread, plus two glasses of wine, we were ready for another slow dance. This time, her body molded into mine. She pulled back from its unfamiliar boldness. “Afraid, Paula? Afraid that your body might take over and lead you into something new and exciting? Relax, you have two hundred people to protect you. Let your body guide your actions; feel what it is like to dance with an appreciative man who is turned on by your touch, your taste, your smell and your sex.”
We spun and I dipped her. She relaxed and allowed her legs to spread and my thigh rub against her. She even lifted one from the floor and nestled it between my legs into my balls and half hard cock. We danced two dances and we ended the second with a long soft, unthinking, mutually enjoyed kiss.
“Thank you, Paula, for dining and dancing with me tonight. You have already made the evening very special.”
She glowed on the way back to the table. Our entre was perfect and the conversation grew ever more relaxed. She told me about her family, her dreams and what she was working toward. She blossomed under my sincere compliments. As we waited for the desert, she grew quiet.
“What are you thinking Paula?”
She was not at ease and did not answer quickly.
“We are learning about each other tonight. You can tell I am attracted to you. We can be very open with each other. Please, tell me what you are thinking.”
“I like what has happened tonight. I like how my body feels, but I do not know what you are asking of me.”
“Your dates so far have asked for you to grant them liberties and do things for them. With them you have heard, “May I kiss your breasts?” “Touch me here.” Maybe they were all hands and hoped you would not stop them. Maybe you lost your virginity during such a date. With me, I will hold out my hands and you can choose to surrender everything to me while we are together. I will guide you, protect you, worship you and please you. You have to trust me completely and know that what I tell you must be done without question and you have to believe it is best for you.”
Her excitement showed but her concerns spoke, “That is a little frightening. What would you do to me?”
“I would never truly hurt you but the answer to your question is that I would do to you what I want to do and what your body tells me it would like to experience.”
“It sounds like you plan to torture me.”
“We have talked for just a few minutes. Is your pussy wet? Touch it now. Close your eyes; put all your thoughts into what your body is telling you; push two fingers in; press into your g-spot and rub your clit. Then do not open your eyes but tell me what you feel.”
My young student obeyed perfectly. Her eyes closed; her right hand went below the table. I could tell when she slowly worked her dress up and spread her legs. I watched her closed eyes and could tell when her fingers slipped slowly into her body. I knew when her fingers curled and pressed because of the guttural sigh that rattled from deep in her throat.
I waved the waiter off, signaling that he should wait a few minutes.
“Rock your hips into your fingers. You are doing this because I asked you to. Because I will protect you. Because I want your body to feel good. And because you want to show me how beautiful your body can be.”
A whimper escaped her lovely, painted lips. Her eyes twitched and I warned her, “Do not doubt me. Trust me to protect you. Keep your eyes closed and do what I have told you.”
In a minute, she was struggling for control.
“Do you want to cum, Paula?”
Her mind started to answer. “Not you mind, Paula, let your body answer me. Do you want to cum?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to clamp your teeth tight and I want you to cum for me now.”
Her head rolled, her face contorted, she moaned and saliva drooled out the side of her lips. I watched a tremor go through her body and then watched her muscles begin to relax and her arm stop the subtle movements caused by her fingers thrusting inside.
I waited, letting her body return to normal. Her breathing quietened. “Keep your eyes closed and stay still and so very beautiful for me. What you did was very magnificent and free. How does your body feel?”
“Relaxed. Good.”
I motioned for the waiter to serve our dessert.
“Open your eyes, Pretty One. I would like to do this for you with my tongue, but this time, wash your hand in the finger bowl and know that you have pleased me very much.”
Almost nothing was said during desert. Paula’s mind had geared back up and was going a mile-a-minute, reliving what had happened, worrying who saw her, wondering what I expected from her now and questioning why she had followed my directions.
She ate very slowly. Slow enough for me to have coffee, then pay the check, thank the waiter for the good service and leave a substantial tip.
From leaving the restaurant, getting into the car and driving back to her car, I could feel the confusion and turmoil swirling through her. As I opened her car door, I turned her and kissed her firmly.
“I truly enjoyed dining and dancing with you. Your body responded and was so very beautiful and special before desert. Thank you for being with me tonight.”
She was not with me now. I drew her back a little by asking, “I know you do not work tomorrow morning, but will you wait on me for breakfast the next day?”
Paula sort of nodded, got into her car and drove away. Now I knew more about her than she did. She was at a crossroad. On one path, she could go and live like she had been living. The way polite society says is the only way. The other way would match her nature, challenge her, please her and make her complete. I had no idea which path she would choose.
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“Good morning, Paula. It is a beautiful day made even more beautiful by seeing you for breakfast.”
She blushed by such an open compliment, heard by her co-workers.
“Tell me where to sit, so I may see you just a few seconds at a time while you serve me.”
She was distant and quiet.
“Did you enjoy dining at the Pine Room? How do you feel about having a date with an older man?”
“The evening was wonderful. I had a good time while I was there and with you. Now I feel I should be ashamed.”
“Ashamed because you had a good time? Ashamed because you pleased me? Ashamed because your body was glowing in pleasure? I do not understand.”
“I don’t either. I’m not ashamed that I pleased you or how my body felt. I am very confused about what happened.”
“There is a lot we could talk about and a lot that I could try to explain about ways we are all different in what we need in our lives. Here is my card. If you want, call me and come over for lunch on Saturday. I will not ask anything of you but you may understand more.”
That morning and twice more during the week, Paula waited on me but it was the normal customer and waitress relationship. My phone did not ring to arrange for her to visit Saturday. On Tuesday, she said, “I wanted to come over and have lunch Saturday but my weekend was crazy.”
“Pity, we had a wonderful lunch. The invitation is open ended for any Saturday lunch.”
I did not play with Paula at IHOP again. She missed the next Saturday also but she called the following Thursday to ask, “Is that rain check still good for this Saturday?”
“Certainly it is. I am looking forward to you having lunch with me. My address is on the card. Mapquest will give you excellent directions.”
Saturday just after noon, I buzzed Paula and her car in from the road and told her to park, walk around to the back and come in the patio doors by the pool and wait there. The big sun room was bright, warm and had a wonderful view of the heavily planted grounds and landscaped pool. I watched her for a few minutes on the security cameras. She was nervous and did not know what to expect. It was time for her next shocking lesson.
“Carrie, fetch our lunch guest. Bring her to the dining area outside my office. Your sister will be there also.”
I watched as the big door opened and Carrie invited Paula in. Paula’s eyes were as big as saucers. They locked on her guide and didn’t blink. Carrie’s blond hair was in a tight bun, she was tall, beautiful, completely shaved and totally nude.
I greeted Paula with a warm handshake and a compliment. She had found something else to stare at. Marie, Carrie’s twenty-one year old twin, was kneeling on my right, slightly behind the lunch table chair that I had just vacated. She was nude like her sister except she had a vibrating butterfly strapped around her legs and waist and it hummed steadily on her clit. Her eyes were squeezed tight, sweat beaded on her forehead and between her breasts; she was struggling not to cum.
“Carrie, turn off your sister’s toy, let her taste you and then take your place.”
I talked to Paula and pulled out her chair to get her seated for lunch. She never heard a word I said. Her eyes were glued on the two women. I sat and waited for her to realize I was there. Carrie, did as she was told. Her sister was visibly relieved not to have to struggle against cuming without permission. She straightened her back and opened her mouth waiting for her treat. I could hear the squish of Carrie’s fingers and could imagine Marie lapping at them. I heard the cushion on the floor, behind my chair to the left give way when Carrie knelt on it.
“They are beautiful, aren’t they Paula?”
Paula swallowed hard, just as the maid came in to fill our water glasses and serve the champagne.
“I hope it is ok with you that we just have something light.”
Now she caught up awkwardly.
“Yes, they are and, and, …… yes, light is fine.”
Paula and I had a nice discussion during a thirty minute lunch. A fruit and cheese plate was the light desert.
“Marie, go let Carrie turn on your toy.” It was then that Paula realized that Marie’s arms were tied behind her. Still she rose to her feet gracefully. She too was shaved smooth. We could hear the buzz when it was switched on. “Now, come stand by me, get a grape from my plate and feed it to me.”
Marie leaned forward and pulled a green seedless grape from my plate with her beautiful lips, sucked it into her mouth and then turned, bent down and kissed me wetly, pushed the grape into my mouth with her tongue and licked at my lips. I reached over and spread the lips of her pussy so the body of the butterfly would nestle tightly against her clit. Paula could see that Marie’s lips were swollen and red. She could see Marie’s rather large clit half way out from under its hood and she noticed the shiver of pleasure that went through Marie’s body.
“Would you like Marie to feed you a grape?”
Paula was too stunned to answer.
“Marie, give our guest a big, cold grape and crush it for her.”
Paula was frozen. She watched every move Marie made. When Marie bent down with the grape, Paula’s head tilted and her mouth opened sensuously. When their lips touched Marie moaned as her toy began to win. She crushed the grape with her front teeth. Juice flowed down both their faces and their kiss advanced up several levels. I motioned to Carrie and she went behind her sister and slapped her ass very hard. Marie stood up instantly, board straight, sweated and struggled not to cum. The twins went back to their perches.
Paula was not breathing. Her eyes were barely open and her heart was pounding so hard, I could hear it. “Carrie’s and Marie’s father is a lifelong friend of mine. I am their Godfather. He called me when they both were hooked on drugs, failing their college classes and fucking everything in sight. He had given up and they were being total bitches to him. He asked for my help. They have been with me for four months now. They have learned to give and receive great pleasure. They have learned the wonderful fulfillment in serving and pleasing. Marie still forgets that her climaxes are mine and tries to have them without my permission. I will have to send them home soon, so their father will have to come in and learn how to keep them in line. They both need strong direction and have high sex drives. Even though he is their father, he will have to address those things or they will lose their way again.”
“So you have sex with them?”
“They trust me to do what is best for them and want to please me. I must keep them satisfied, safe, healthy and disciplined. If it pleases me, I have sex with them or if I see that they need it, I have sex with them. I may even tell them to have sex with each other. They needed me to take control to get them out of their bad habits.”
“I would be embarrassed to kneel behind you and greet your guests in the nude.”
“Maybe this is not for you. It would not be your place to feel any such thing, only to be committed to pleasing me and being cared for in return.”
She was very quiet. Thinking again.
“Did you remember to leave your panties off.”
“Yes, I did that much right.”
“Why did you do that?”
“You gave me that rule. I want to please you and it feels right to be without them around you.”
“Carrie, see if she is wet.”
Paula did not resist. She opened her legs wide and Carrie reached under Paula’s skirt, rubbed to open the anxious lips and slipped two fingers in as deep as they would go. She took liberties and rubbed Paula’s clit with her thumb. She kept her fingers in Paula as she answered me.
“Yes Sir, she is wet.”
“Do you think you can make her cum?”
“Yes Sir, she is hot, sucking my fingers and moving her hips.”
“Do it.”
As Paula sat at the table, legs spread, Carrie’s mouth sucked kisses from her face and sought out her lips. Her tongue invaded instantly. Her soft mouth transmitted passion and demanded Paula’s tongue. She sucked it like a little cock, in time with her thrusting fingers. Paula felt her cunt leak profusely. She wanted to touch Carrie’s naked breasts so very much. Her hands were cradling them before her mind passed judgment. Both women were enjoying the other.
“Paula, you are selfish, won’t you do the same for Carrie?”
She just moaned and let her right hand slide down. She felt Carrie’s legs part and slipped her fingers past another woman swollen pussy’s lips for the very first time. She heard a loud groan of frustration come from behind Roger.
“Come here Marie. Let me untie your hands. Then you have my permission to come any way you want and as much as you want.”
As soon as her hands were free, Marie reached for my belt. I stood and she had my pants and boxers off in a flash. Paula struggled to see my half-hard cock before Marie’s mouth closed over it. Marie was wild, struggling not to touch herself and racing to get me hard. She need not have worried, it took only seconds. Marie turned, pushed lunch to the other side of the table and bent over presenting herself. She reached back spread her ass cheeks, looked back and said, “Please, fuck me deep and hard.”
It was exquisite pleasure to guide my cock between the velvet lips of her pussy, push in only an inch and wait. Marie hungrily inched back and devoured what Paula now guessed to be a thick eight inches. Each thrust hit bottom and I was urged on when Marie continually moaned, as if, to say “Thank You.” In less than a dozen thrust, Marie was cuming; she did not wind down. She kept going from one high to another, getting louder and louder. The table scooted a few inches, when I slammed even harder making slapping noises into her ass.
“Do you want to have your hot little cunt filled?”
“Yes, fill me, stretch me, make it hurt. Just make me cum and cum.”
I bent my legs so the underside of my cock would rake back and forth across her clit. My thrusts occasionally angled to drive my wide helmet into her magic spot. Her arms reached out to grab the sides of the table and her legs spread almost straight out, doing the splits, to give me maximum access to please her. I slapped her right ass cheek hard and bellowed, “Now, now, suck the cum out of my balls with your pussy.”
Marie screamed and it was obvious to Paula that I was gushing. Without warning, both Paula and Carrie began cuming on each others’ hands. Carrie’s mouth was extremely wet and tasty. Paula drank what she could and thrust her fingers even harder. Carrie came twice more.
Minutes passed; Paula and Carrie were in each other’s arms on the floor. I had sat down again and Marie faced me, straddled my hips and guided my still hard cock into her sheath. I was completely buried in her belly and her hips were gently rocking. Her head was on my shoulder and her eyes were closed. She seemed to be humming. More minutes passed.
Carrie saw Paula watching her sister. “She hums like that. It is cute don’t you think?”
“Yes.”
“It also feels good when she sucks your clit and hums.”
Paula closed her eyes for what seemed like a minute but when she awoke the table was cleared. I had gone back to my office and the two sisters were helping her up so they could go clean her and deliver her to me.
Again, Carrie and Marie took liberties. Paula was kissed, fingered, patted, licked and pinched. They had her hot, wet and horny as they led her back to the big office.
I welcomed her with a big smile and affectionate voice. “I am so glad you finally got to have lunch with me today. I hope the extra items did not shock you too much. Please tell me why you have looked so worried and tired for the last couple of weeks.”
Paula’s mind was still spinning with sex, wonderful touches and the smell of pussy, now he expected her to answer unrelated questions. “Just a lot of pressure at home to make decisions and live up to the financial problems we have gotten into.”
“You and your boyfriend?”
“And my parents, bill collectors, postponed doctors’ visits, just junk and more junk.”
“For right now, Carrie and Marie could not handle such pressure. They leave all those concerns and worries to me. Their job is to please me, be healthy, experience pleasure and get healthy in mind and body.”
“Can they ever say “No” to you?”
“When they are ready, I will allow that, but then they will have to leave. Eventually, they will be on their own again. They will know a lot about themselves and be strong enough to find the right mate and build a life that will make them happy. Maybe they will be like their mother; she drops by to relax, be pleased and serve for a couple of weeks once or twice a year. She has not been married to their father for ten years and her current husband wants her to be responsible for much, much more than what makes her happy. She gets so stressed out that she needs to escape from her responsibilities and just please and be pleased.”
“Like a slave?”
“Never. She just wants to submit and be safe without the pressures of life. Lots of people need to feel security and not be pressured. They are unhappy under pressure. For some, it is their full time nature. For others a little escape, now and then, is enough. There is no right or wrong. Just an admission of who you are and what makes you the most complete and happy.”
“What if I came to you?”
“You have already told me you could not serve and follow my direction.”
“If I could?”
“You are worried about health. I would get you checked out and get those worries to go away. I provide the money, make the financial decisions, take care of things and for that you would have to do what I say.”
“Would you spank me?”
“If I wanted to or felt you needed it. You saw Marie get hit tonight to remind her not to cum without permission.”
“Torture?”
“Again you saw, Marie with a toy strapped to her pussy and watched her pain as she struggled not to climax. Before you ask, “Yes,” you must do what I say because obedience is what you give me. You would have resisted, if I had told you to feed a grape to Carrie, kiss her and finger her. It would not be your place to question or resist my direction.”
“What would you tell me to do right now?”
I casually swung my forearm toward the end of the table and pointed, “Sit in the chair at the head of the table. The one with arms. Drape a leg over each arm. Slip down so you pussy gapes open for me, then masturbate for me. Tell me when you are just about ready to cum.”
“Then what?”
“Then whatever I want. Just remember that I will want you satisfied and content. I might deny you the orgasm that you are working on but drive you higher and higher so the one you will eventually have will be better than you can imagine.”
I nodded toward the captain’s chair. She got up and sat where I told her, bunched her skirt around her waist, spread herself wide and began to masturbate for me. I watched and enjoyed the sounds, her expressions and the smell of her more and more excited pussy. Paula enjoyed being watched. I did not feel that she was truly with me, but I still thoroughly enjoyed the show.
Soon, I too needed relief. I went to her, offering myself to her hot, wet mouth. “Suck me, let me feel you lovely lips and tongue.”
She must have had a flashback to her boyfriend, she turned her head away. I walked to the service door and called, “Jana, I need your special talent.”
I lined up four chairs from the dining set, so Paula would have an excellent view. Just as I finished a tiny black woman, no taller than 4’10”, came through the door, saw the chairs, dropped her robe and stretched out totally nude on the chairs with her head hanging back off the edge of the end chair. Paula watched as I stood behind that chair, stooped down, pushed my rigid cock between the petite woman’s lips, pushed so it would slide deeper, until most of it disappeared in her mouth and its fat helmet bulged in her throat. The beautiful black pixie’s eyes closed and she was obviously enjoying what she was doing, the feeling of giving control of her breath away and knowing how much pleasure she was giving. Paula watched the bulge in Jana’s throat slide deep toward her stomach until I pulled back, almost out, so Jana could breathe and lick cock for a few moments before I pressed forward again.
Paula’s hand was going faster and being rougher. Her breath was ragged. She watched as my legs trembled when during the fifth thrust my very short pubic hair was press flat onto Jana’s lips. Jana’s breath was cut off but she did not struggle. Breath play was her fetish; it excited her; helplessness excited her; she was spiraling out of control; she was getting more and more turned on. She swallowed so her neck muscles would milk my cock, bringing torturous pleasure. I could barely stand when I pulled out this time. Jana reached our around my hips, grasped my ass cheeks and pulled to slip me back into her throat.
As Jana’s breath was cut off, Paula automatically held her breath in support and let her fingers fly in her own cunt while she brought her other hand to rub her neglected clit. Her hips lifted off the seat. Her lungs burned but she refused to breathe until Jana did. She imagined my pain when I whimpered and struggled for control. She knew, Jana felt strong, satisfied and happy that she was pleasing me. On the next thrust, Paula again held her breath and was surprised when she cried out as her orgasm unexpectedly raced through her. I was buried deep. Paula did not breathe. I did not pull back but rocked my hips so the bulge moved seductively were Jana’s neck was connected to her body. Sweat beaded all over Paula’s oxygen starved body. Jena held me tight to keep me from showing her mercy. I cried out and my body lurched in spasms and my cock pumped rope after rope almost directly into Jana’s stomach. White spots were flashing behind her Paula’s wide open eyes. Then red spots. Her lungs were bursting. She watched Jana’s arm slide slowly off my ass and drop lifelessly over her head. Her eyes were open and unblinking. Sill Paula resisted breathing. Her sight was going dark in the bright sunlit room. She wanted to scream, “Let Jana breathe!” She thought I was killing the tiny woman, but Jana did not resist; she even seemed to relish in this torture. The fourth time Paula’s body contracted in orgasm, she did not care that her body needed to breathe; it needed to cum more. Higher she went. Her eyes were dark, her mind was blank and her body soared higher than it had ever gone. Her cunt was contracting, sucking at her thrusting fingers, she could not quit coming. The pleasure was too much and she fainted.
Again, Paula did not know how long she was out. But when she awoke, I was walking around the room holding the tiny Jana. At first her mind flashed, “Jana is dead.” But then she watched more. I spun, bounced and walked. Who was torturing whom? My arms were wrapped around her, her legs were locked around my waist and her arms were around my neck. Every few steps, I pushed her down and bent over slightly. Paula stared at my glistening cock, two thirds buried in the tiny woman. Jana worked hard, helping me stretch her, push her and drive my cock into her. I spun faster, stepped harder, jarring her. I jumped and pressed her down onto the rigid pole as hard as I could.
Finally, Paula could see Jana’s face, it expressed total bliss. Her eyes did not focus, her head rolled about and she was mad driving herself down on cock her body had no room for and having it grind into every part of her insides and rake across her clit. Paula knew Jana was coming continuously. She expected to see Jana relax but on and on she went. More and more, we danced and more and more Jana came. Finally Jana could not take the torture of her cunt anymore; she was hurting and coming and could not stop. She exhaled all her breath, held on even tighter and refused to inhale. I stood still and scrunched my body forward with all my might, literally driving the last inch of cock into Jana’s body. Her body lurched; her mouth opened but there was no air for her scream. Her eyes closed and her body went totally limp. Her legs and arms hung lifeless; her weight was suspended mostly by the pole up her cunt. I turned, lay her down gently onto the couch, stood over her and pulled the last few drops of cum out of my dick so they fell onto one of her tiny “A” cup breasts and onto her chin. I reached down and pushed cum from her chin to paint her lips. Paula could see now that Jana must be at least fifty but had a little girl’s body. Surely she was wrong; she thought she saw the passed out woman smile.
I walked over and knelt in between Paula’s spread legs, leaned forward, pushed two fingers directly to her g-spot and pressed. I lowered my mouth to lick her clit and began to thrust into her. She was tender but she was afraid to reject me again. My fingers were doing something to her that she had never felt. Her body said she was going to pee. I increased the pressure and she complained.
“Don’t fight me, Paula. Bear down and let your body go.”
Pleasure won, her last thought was, “Why not? Just once let things happen.”
She bore down and her insides exploded, her climax shot her into the clouds and she soared. Her body flowed like a river and she felt like the mother of the world. Again her belly contracted and she felt hot liquid squirt, splatter off my face and neck and then back onto her body and blouse. Her climax was from her soul and she curled around my head. Her hands held me tenderly and her body flowed again. I nursed and she knew her womb was feeding me. Her belly was still contracting. She wanted to be held but she had rejected me earlier and now I returned the favor. I left her. Womb still contracting, sheath still sucking, body rippling and pussy so very empty and alone. She wanted me to come back. She wanted to submit to me, even take abuse, if only I would protect her, hold her and tell her what to do. She wanted to hear that I was pleased with her. She wanted to feel the sharing closeness and completion that comes when two caring people come down together. I wanted it too, but she needed to learn that such special moments are given and cannot be taken.
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Soon Paula was guided to a massive steam shower with six heads and marble walls. Marie was there, Carrie was there and Jena was there. Her hands felt good washing their bodies and theirs felt good on hers. Her body was sore and satisfied. When they all dressed, Marie gave her their telephone number and said, “Give us a call, come over for a swim during the week. Roger encourages us to have fun at home while he is at work.”
For a week, Roger did not go into IHOP to eat. Finally, Paula called and Carrie answered, “I’m so happy you called. Come over and have lunch with us. We didn’t have time to get to know one another. We don’t usually have time to visit and just be girls on Saturdays.”
“Why hasn’t Roger, come by to see me or called?”
“Carrie and I saw you turn your head away when he offered his cock to your lips. He led your body through what we did but I’m sure every moment his mind replayed your head turning away, saying you did not want to please him; that he was not good enough and that you did not want him. What he did, he did for you. You were his guest; he sought you out and likes you. Every week he gets calls to teach women to serve. He turns all of them down, unless they come from old friends. You could not guess how much he used to charge for his services.”
“I’m nobody’s sub or sex toy?”
“Is that what you think the three of us are to him? He can play the role of a Dom and inflict pain. There is even a dungeon in the basement but it is there for the women who want to go there. He is very real; cares about the people around him; he is sensitive and wants to help.”
“He seems to be pushing me into directions that frighten me.”
“He senses something in you. If he is wrong, tell him. It won’t bother him in the least. There are hundreds who beg for his special attention.”
“What did you and your sister tell him?”
“We were horrible, spoiled, used to lots of sex and drugs. At first he tried to be nice but when I spat on him, he took us to the dungeon, stripped us, tied our heads together and our right hands together behind our backs. He put us on a cold floor like some six legged bug, my knees, Carrie’s knees and our two left hands. He did not gag us and we both called him every name in the book and he whipped us. When that did not help, he whipped Carrie, if I was bad and he whipped me, if Carrie was bad. He knew we cared about each other and we started to learn. Then he backed us off our drugs and we went through horrible heroin and meth withdrawal as a threesome. He held our heads when we threw up, wiped us with cool water when we sweated and covered us when we shivered. Day and night he watched over us and took our abuse. He fed us a dozen times by hand and we wretched it back onto him before we could keep anything down. When we got better, he washed us. One day we were horny. He knew. He brought each of us off with his fingers to relax us. Still we hated him for our captivity. When we got even better my sister and I talked and realized what we had done to ourselves and how far we had sunk. Again he knew and said, “You are lucky. Neither of you have any horrible diseases and you can still have children. In a few months, you will leave here and go home. No one loves you more than your father does. He will do anything to help you find who you are and the strength to live good happy lives. With me you will only learn your nature; how to treat and how to accept other people.”
“Has he hurt you?”
“We have physically hurt him but he has not done damage to us. I slapped the maid once and he taught me what pain was and I realized that I could get turned on by it. Twice I challenged him just to have him control me and do what he wanted to my body in the dungeon. The second time, he said, “I’ll show you how to spiral into subspace and it will frighten you.” He used desire, climax control and pain and I begged for more and more until I could not beg, except with my body. When I woke up, Marie said I had been asleep for two days. My body ached but I knew that he understood more about me than I did, so I quit fighting and have tried to learn.”
“What all did he do to you?”
“I don’t know but he has offered to let me watch some things this Friday.”
“What is this Friday?”
“A powerful woman, one of his many friends, is coming here to submit to him. She has been here many times over the years.”
“I wonder if he will let me watch too?”
Jana, finally spoke. The accent had to be Jamaican. “I’m sure he will. He will probably even have you help.”
“How about you Jana, how did you get here? When do you go home?”
“I came here ten years ago and I stay because I chose to and I must to be safe.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I lived on a plantation and greatly offended a horrible woman who practiced the black side of Obeah. She put a spell on me and I was dying. Even Professor Aba of the House of Power could not cleanse me of the spell. The owner of the plantation brought me to Master Roger. He had the horrible woman brought here, along with truly evil men from Haiti. The men cast spells that Master Roger could invoke on the woman unless she lifted her curse on me. She had no choice but to lift the spells but her anger waits for me to leave Master Roger’s protection. If I go back to Jamaica, I will die a horrible death.”
“Did Roger tell you that?”
“No, he says it is not true, but I know it is. My life is good here. I have a job and can help keep the gardens. He lets me cook dishes from my home sometimes. I have a boyfriend now, who wants me to move into town with him. He does not understand that I must serve and be pleased by Master Robert or I will die.”
“I thought he had killed you earlier today.”
Her eyes sparkled and her coal black skin glistened. She was dressed in a sheer white loose dress; she might as well been nude; her nipples harden and stood erect. Her voice trembled. There were no doubts in her words; she chose to believe. “He did and he brought me back to life. That is why I have a little girl’s body. He gives me a new one every time he brings me back to life. I welcome when he lets me die with his cock down my throat because I know his sperm will bring me life and youth. His power is like the sky. I see its vastness every time he lets me die.”
Paula started to quiz the tiny woman more but Carrie poked her and she held her tongue. Later when Jana had left them, Carrie spoke, “Jana is an educated woman. She has a college degree in accounting and she takes care all that kind of stuff around here. What she says often makes no sense to Marie and me but it is unquestioned truth for her.”
“Are there other people with strange beliefs around here?”
“Yea, I think all of us. But I know what you are asking. You will meet some interesting people if you stay here at “Roger’s Home for Wayward and Oversexed Women.””
The three all laughed and Paula said, “So that’s what you call this place.”
“Don’t you dare tell Roger we called his house that. He would not like that.”
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Paula arrived by special invitation early Friday. Roger had agreed that she could watch what happened in the dungeon, as long as she promised never to reveal what she saw.
Friday evening an official looking black limousine pulled up behind an unmarked dark lead car with a driver and two passengers. Two SUV’s with two people each in them parked behind the limo. Two men from one of the SUVs and one from the lead car invaded the house. The two cased every room with electronic gear, while Roger shook hands with the other man and gave him a list. Later Paula discovered it was the names, addresses and social security numbers of every person in the house. Even hers and she had never given any of that information to Roger or authorized its release. Only she was new on the list. Before the man moved from his spot, she was being checked out over his secure telephone. Within five minutes the car was parked discretely across the street, one SUV was parked behind the house and the other was in the garage. Three men stayed in the kitchen area of the house, two in the garage and two stayed in the car. Then Roger walked out to the SUV behind the house and brought a tall well dressed, tired looking, thin, graying woman into the house, directly into his office and closed the door. For an hour everything was quiet. Jana had been busy in the basement for two days. The intercom in Carrie’s and Marie’s room buzzed and Jana told them to take their places and take Paula with them. There was only one door into the room they crowded into. It wasn’t much more than a dark narrow hallway with a window that they could use to see into another room but the window appeared to be a mirror on the other side. The room they looked into, gave the sense of being very large but it was dark except for a small lighted bistro table with two chairs. The table was nicely set with two glasses, wine, cheese, fruit and French bread. Just then Roger escorted their new female visitor into the room.
“Margaret, I am so happy to see you. It has been a long time. Please sit, have some wine with me and tell me all that is happening in your world.”
“You know who I am. I do not have time to talk to the likes of you. You are presumptuous in thinking I would want to spend my time with you. You are aging; I could have more handsome, younger and virile men with the snap of my fingers any day.”
“I’m sorry I thought you came to visit me as an old friend. Let’s go back upstairs and you can rest in your room until breakfast.”
Roger turned his back. The woman screamed, “Don’t turn your back on me.” She struck out hitting him hard in the back. The thumb was loud. He turned just in time for her second blow to hit him on the cheek and snap his head around. He caught the third. She tried to knee him but he turned his hips. She swung at his head with her other hand. He blocked it and swung his hand down hard, slapping her on the side of her face. She went down like a rock and was still. Roger walked to the wall, turned a few knobs and cave walls were dimly lit. There were hooks, shackles, chains, strange devices, leather straps, a strap swing, whips, chairs with belts and a bed with more ways to tie a person than was imaginable.
With little effort he grabbed the top of her well tailored, expensive skirt suit’s top and twisted the skirt around his other hand to get a good grip. He picked her limp body up and sat it into the leather straps of the swing, buckled a strap around her waist, her ankles, her neck, her shoulders and her wrists. She awoke struggling, jangling the chains that held the belts and cursing at him.
“Untie me you Son of a Bitch. I’ll have you killed for this. You have forgotten your place and who you are dealing with.”
“Let’s see who I am dealing with.”
He produced a razor knife and cut all the way down the front of her skirt. “Move a millimeter and it will be your skin that opens like your skirt. Her eyes flashed with hatred, fire and lust but she was so still that she had to be holding her breath. Roughly he grasped her suit’s coat and slashed it into strips that he could yank and cause her pain as they jerked her body before they gave way. Roger did not bother to cut her blouse; he just ripped it from her. She screamed when he did the same to her bra and it raked painfully over one rigid nipple. The rest of her skirt was cut away. Her panty hose were shredded. The three fold audience were all surprised that she did not have on any panties.
“I am glad you still obey some of my rules.”
“Fuck you. You are nothing to me. I would not…………..”
The air filled with her howl and he grabbed a hand full of her unshaved bush and pulled, swinging her entire body close to him. “Trying to hide the mark you begged me for fifteen years ago?”
The horrible, out of control curse words that flowed from the sophisticated, in control, classy “lady” shocked every ear. After a couple of minutes, Roger pulled on a chain and the nude woman was flipped backwards, her heels followed her head until she was face down, arched backward, legs spread. Roger ignored her foul mouth. You could see some of her cunt’s hair still clinging to his fingers where he had pulled them out. He adjusted his prey. Her head was held up, her arms were held back and her ankles pulled up so her body was in a backwards “U” shape. Her struggles and tirade were tiring and winding her down.
Roger pushed a comfortable chair close to the suspended woman, selected a beautiful hand tied and lovingly made cat-of-nine tails. It was sparklingly clean and looked soft and toy-like. When her abusive rhetoric calmed a little, he put his booted foot on the side of her neck and pushed, swinging her and spinning her violently. Her verbal abuse gained new strength and spewed out of her forceful mouth.
The sounds from her were almost comical because they were loud then would fade when she spun to face away and then would grow loud again.
He sat and watched her struggle and spin. Each time her curses subsided, he expertly timed her spin and swing. When her side was close and presented to him, his wrist flicked. A loud snap announced that each tail had landed and her scream punctuated it. Lightly he experimented flicking the tails on her back, her belly, her breasts and twice on her spread pussy.
She must have been showing too much endurance. When she cried out, “You are a cock sucker,” he got up held her swing still and said, “What did you have to eat for dinner, my important lady?”
With that he spun the swing hard and speeded it up twice by grabbing a strap and yanking it around. When she started throwing up, Roger stopped her swing and walked away letting her body convulse, expel and dry heave. He walked to the intercom and called for Jena. Just as Jena entered the room, Roger pulled another rope and his prey flipped completely but still upside down.
“Piss for me Margaret.”
There was still just enough resistance in her to fight his request. His whip lashed out harder than any of his other lashes. Red welts immediately started to rise across both cheeks of her ass. Again there was a slap there. He pulled back; it did not seem he changed direction but this next lash landed across her abdomen. She moaned, struggled against her ties but still did not obey.
“We can do this all night. Remember? Piss for me, Margaret.” Another lash landed closer to her pussy just as he said her name. She peed. It arched into the air but came back down on her belly and ran down her breasts, onto her neck and face, then into her hair.
Roger readjusted his ropes and she was in a sitting position, spread wide and facing him. Jena’s long tiny right arm and her hand was glistening with lub. “Hold her steady for me, Jena.”
Jena lay on the floor under the tied woman and pushed her hand past the abused pussy’s lips. There was some resistance but Margaret’s cunt was running with its own juices. Jena’s hand had to be forced past her tucked in thumb and then her arm slipped in easily three inches past her wrist. Margaret humped, squirmed, panted and yearned to cum, but that was not yet to be.
All this time Paula, Carrie and Marie had watched, seldom blinking and barely breathing. Paula glanced at her new friends. Both had their hands in their pants, pushing fingers into their pussies. With some surprise Paula realized she was doing the same. She heard Roger say, “Make a fist, Jena.” She watched Jena’s knuckles bulge and show through the skin on the thin woman’s stomach. Ever so slowly, Roger walked around in a circle, holding on to one of the swing’s straps, literally screwing Jena’s arm into Margaret’s cunt.
Jena was adding her own movements to torture Margaret’s clit. Just before the tall woman came, Roger stopped the swing and ordered Jena to remove her hand. Liquid poured out and a major moan of complaint escaped the formerly foul mouth.
“Jena, please clean the room and Margaret up for me. Shave the hair where she is trying to hide her mark of devotion. The same mark you so proudly display for me. Show her your mark, make her kiss it and let her taste you for just a minute. Then call me. I think she is almost ready to begin.”
Marie came. She would have to be punished but her gasp, the smell of her pussy and the sounds of her wet cunt and pleasure were too much. Carrie and even Paula, if she wanted, would also have to be punished for cuming without permission. All three were backed against the back wall, still trying to watch, while they came and their juices ran down their legs and puddled on the floor. Paula let her feet slide and she was sitting in her own puddle, breathing hard, strangely unsatisfied and yearning for round two. If she were ever invited again, she would bring a bottle of water. She pushed a fleeting deviant, unacceptable thought out of her mind, “Next time I will drink from Marie, even if I have to force her.”
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In about forty-five minutes, Roger returned to the dungeon, now dressed only in dark gray sweats. His cock and balls were visible to women who knew how to look. The lights were not bright, but brighter than before. Margaret was still strapped into the swing. Her still slightly gaping pussy was red, swollen and leaking.
“Who are you? Who do you belong to?”
Her words were defiant but weak. “Fuck you. I don’t need you anymore. I belong to me and only me.”
“How about that husband you married a few years ago?”
“You bastard. You know don’t you? He cheats on me all the time with teenagers. He doesn’t care about pleasing me or anyone else. A quick blowjob and he’s finished.”
“Is that why you belong to only yourself now?”
No answer, no objection, no fight.
Roger blindfolded his subject, checked her bindings to assure she was not being marked or injured. He selected a fur glove, a feather, a couple of vibrators and began to tease and please her skin softly. For thirty minutes her pussy dripped and her breathing deepened. She seemed afraid to move, less something would change.
“Who do you belong to, Margaret?”
“No one.”
“Would you like for me to continue to please you?”
“Yes.”
“Well, at least, will you endure a little pain for me? If you do I will continue.”
“Alright. I will do it for you.”
Roger licked and sucked her right nipple. When he finished with that one, he attached a nipple clamp and tightened it until she groaned. Then he made tender love to the other nipple, left it wet and throbbing and attached a clamp to it also.
For many minutes, Roger worshiped her body with kisses, touches and making erogenous zones where ever he wanted one. Her nipples were swollen now. As he licked at them she withered. Something different was happening. Paula had never seen anything like this. He tightened one of her clamps. Her pussy was more wet and she arched to present her breast for kisses and abuse.
He added a warming lube to his left hand and began to stroke her belly, coat her swollen cunt’s lips with the slippery heat and roll ever so briefly her clit between his thumb and forefinger. She would have begged for more but his ever present whip lashed out slapping loudly across her back in time with his fingers and her pleasure. Margaret’s mind made its first turn into a never ending consuming spiral. Was it pain or was it pleasure that she felt; that she loved; that she yearned for; that she was remembering; that she knew would eventually make her beg Roger for whatever he wanted to do to her. This was the moment she dreaded. The moment that she knew she belonged to him but could not yet admit. The moment that she craved, to feel pleasure mixed with pain so she could spiral into the unknown mysteries of subspace and flirt with madness. The moment when her famous rational, world class mind knew she could still say “apple” and stop it all. The moment that she had to admit to her lusting animal body that she would never say that word and was putting her life into Roger’s hands because in just moments she would not be capable of stopping her body. Only he had that power now. Only he could save her.
She hung alone for moments. Her belly rippled. The others could see him watching her, waiting for the ripples to stop. He was now holding a long switch with a patch of leather on the end. Margaret relaxed and was rewarded by a slap on her clit with what must be called a pussy swatter. That abuse only lasted a minute but he followed it with a vibrator to gently tease her welcoming lips and now pleading clit that was fully out from under its sheath. He knelt in front of her and sucked her tender pearl like a hungry baby. As she pressed down, he took a large stainless steel hook with a ball on the tip and a rope tied to the other end and pressed the inch wide heavy ball against her asshole. The stretching pain, the pain of his suckling made her body recoil and she spiraled another rung deeper into this unknown trip. He tied off the rope so her gentle swinging worked the hook endlessly in her bowels.
Margaret could identify the feeling still. That was pleasure in her ass. It was building. She held her breath, clamped her muscles and swung the seat intentionally. She had already started the swing and could not stop it when her nipple touched the Violet Wand and the electric sparks crackled and her body twisted to get away. That only resulted in one free swing before her other nipple touched the wand. Her body was coated with a thin layer of sweat, so the wand’s rays tingled even away from her abused nipple. The wand followed her swing, almost touching her chest and belly, just letting a thin spark dance from the glass ball to her rebelling body. The spark trickled down. Surely, even Roger would not let it touch her clit or pussy.
The lightening did stop and pull away but another electrical pulse raced through the hook in her ass and caused all her anal muscles to tighten painfully and then release. Margaret felt relief, her pussy flow and then another jolt cramped her bowels. She opened her mouth to scream but Roger was there. He kissed her. She gave him her tongue and he sucked at it when the wand once again started its trail toward the dampness between her legs. Mercifully, it jumped to her thighs. She wanted to pull back but his kisses were too good. She could taste him; his always wet mouth was running into hers. That was so good, so erotic, she took the next shocks to her thighs and spiraled deeper. Her belly contracted she was about to cum. God, how wonderful. It was what she wanted; what she needed; her mind was floating in the clouds in joy. Her cunt tightened. Everything stopped and a stinging single strap brutally lashed across her belly. Her muscles did not release; her cunt pushed out more liquid but she did not cum.
“Were you going to cum without my permission? Have you forgotten the pain that I will give you, if you cum without me telling you to?”
Another and then another lash with the thin strap mixed with her near climax. Now she was a hanging, pulsing, begging, helpless, female mass that had to go where it was taken regardless of consequences. Margaret did not know who she was now but she could see down the spiraling hole. There was no pain and no pleasure just a blinding, mad need to go deeper into the spiral.
Her body had curled to protect against the thin strap but deep from within the spiral, the only thing that mattered asked, “Who do you belong to?”
Saliva was running out of her mouth, yet her throat was dry. She no longer knew how to speak but she stretched against all her bindings to open her body in sacrifice to its master. Her outstretched arms pulled the nipple clamps, stretching her nipples beyond imagination. Her cunt was gaping, her wetness strung a long drip toward the floor and her body shivered knowing something would help her slip into another rung of the spiral. The sizzling electrical arch laced across her spread lips and walked ever so slowly upward. She controlled the sensations in her nerves until one errant spark reached out and penetrated her clit. Her scream echoed off the walls of the soundproof dungeon. As the wand disappeared a smooth plastic ball on a plastic stick slipped inside, pressed up hard under her clit and began to buzz and rock. Two whirlwinds raced through what had been a female mind. Now it was not female or a mind. Only a driving need to spiral.
Again, Roger reached over and pressed the call button for Jena. He stood between Margaret’s legs working the relentless vibrating g-spot toy and bending over her kissing her dry lips, listening to the moans her soul made as she drank from his mouth.
Jena pulled down Roger’s sweats and he stepped out of them. He was almost hard and her tiny mouth finished that job. She licked at his cock and wanted it, but this time was not for her. Roger knelt down just as Margaret’s body convulsed unnaturally. He pulled the toy from her and caught the offering of her first fountain. He caught it, did not swallow but stood and Jena guided his thick cock into the visibly sucking, yet dripping and still squirting hole. Margaret was now somewhere that none of us would ever know. She screamed but there was no sound. Roger drove forward just as she squirted again and he twisted her blue nipples. Again she screamed but there was no sound. He bent to kiss her and her lips nursed his. He let out her juices and she sipped them gently while her cunt was wildly contracting begging for his cum.
Margaret’s face tried to envelop Roger’s mouth and draw everything from him. His balls drew up. Jana held them and pushed her tiny finger into his ass. He roared like a lion when she pressed into his prostate. He was cupping Margaret’s ass but mostly he lifted her on his cock when he spurted the first time on Jana’s milking finger. Her eyes opened but only white showed. Her entire body was trembling but he continued to thrust into her. With her juices and his combined, her womb could not hold it all and strings leaked out around her abused lips. Jana was there to get a little more life from Roger. She caught everything and kept her finger busy in his ass. That kept him pumping long after he had anything to give.
Neither Paula, Marie nor Carrie knew if the deathly still Margaret was alive or dead. Roger could barely stand but with Jana’s help, he untied Margaret and put her gently and comfortably on the bed. He was very weak but he thanked Jena with a kiss and whispered something to her.
Jena waited a minute while Roger got into bed with Margaret; she dimmed the lights to almost off and then left. In only seconds, Jena retrieved the three girls saying it was time for them to go upstairs to Marie’s and Carrie’s room. She added, “Master Roger says there are no rules tonight. May I come to your room also?” Her beautiful white teeth glowed against her black lips when she showed that she had an arm full of new sex toys.
The no holes bared, night long four way lesbian scene that they shared left Paula wondering if she had seen just the edge of the spiral that Margaret had so deeply spun down.
Coming back from so deep into sub-space can be dangerous. Roger spent all night holding, loving, praising and possessing his long ago marked possession. Both she and he were dressed prim and proper at the breakfast table on the patio. One of the men in the kitchen was a doctor. He had checked out Roger’s guest completely and was just leaving when the four girls staggered groggily in to the kitchen for morning coffee. They were definitely not put together but they were informed that Margaret would be leaving soon for the airport and that Roger would ride with her that far and take a taxi back.
Roger smiled at his spent boarders and their friend. He introduced them to Margaret but not her to them. Just to prove a point he helped Margaret up and before calling in her entourage he let her profess what she had denied the day before.
“Who do you belong to, Margaret.”
“Always you. Only you. Anything you want, I will always give.”
“Bend over the table and raise your dress.”
Without objection she minded. Roger pushed a finger into her, massaged her g-spot rubbed up across her clit and spread her. “I like seeing the little circle above your beautiful hairless pussy. Thank you for wanting it there, so many years ago.”
“It is my greatest treasure and it reminds me of our wonderful times together when life gets difficult and filled with pitfalls.”
“Under any condition you are always welcome here. You are a delight for conversation, for breakfast, to taste, to please, to be pleased by or to take on a ride where neither of us can guess the destination.”
Margaret had just adjusted her clothing when her guards came in. Everyone was officially back in character. Well, everyone except four disheveled young women, who would be in a tangled pile, asleep, with fingers in holes that were not their own, as soon as, Roger was out the door.