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Before Sunrise

It was a half and hour before sunrise, and Amy was already up. The sky outside was slowly lightening, with the promise of a sunny day. Everything was quiet, few other people in the household were awake. Just the kitchens really.

Amy liked this part of the day, she had a few minutes which were completely hers, at a time when she still had energy to do something about it. She slid her hand between her legs, feeling herself already wet from anticipation of her next duty. A delicate touch, and she shivered just a bit. It didn’t take long anymore, and she didn’t want to come too much, Mistress might not like that.

But, since she’d been waking Mistress up, she’d been getting everything she needed that way. Even if it just made her want more. She strapped on a front-tying corset, which pushed her breasts up and covered nothing. A simple dress over that, and she was dressed according to Mistress’ desires.

It was already light enough that she didn’t need a candle to find her way to her Mistress’ room in the east tower. It was becoming second nature, anyway, to follow the stone hallways and up the uneven stone stairs. Windows were cut in the turret, letting in the predawn light. Amy lifted her skirt to keep it out of the way, climbing the forty-odd stairs to the top of the tower.

Arriving in her Mistress’ room, she walked silently to the bed. She removed the dress, letting it pool on the floor. Gentle nudging at her Mistress’ legs and she rolled over, legs wide. Amy knelt there, lowering her mouth to her Mistress’s pussy. She licked, and teased, arousing her Mistress, and forcing her to arise. Hands clutched at her head, her collar, pulling her more deeply into Mistress’ sopping cunt. Feet pressed against her back, and her Mistress shouted out.

Amy crawled to lie next to her, and her Mistress turned and smiled. Amy felt her Mistress’ fingers press against her pussy, and she came again and again, blocking out the sound of the cock’s crow greeting the new day.

 

The Haunted Menagerie

I would have made it out, but for the shoes.

You pay your two bits, they say, you go through the Menagerie, and you see things the likes of which never appear on Earth. Daunting things, horrible things… wonderful things (lustful things). You can take as long as you like, but there are two rules.

Two rules, and I broke both of them. If only they hadn’t had the shoes (black patent leather, three inch heels formed into a spike). If not for those shoes, on those feet, on those legs. Six pairs on twelve legs, beckoning me.

Rule number 1: Don’t leave the path. It’s in every fairy story, isn’t it? There’s even railings. You have to climb over them and into the exhibit. I passed grotesque monsters (tongues and limbs flail everywhere and sensual moans waft over the path). There was a squad of well triple-breasted cheerleaders desperate to show off the color of their panties (red thongs or black lace or plain cotton white). A sea of pink skin in the multi-armed lesbian orgy (tongues and limbs flailing everywhere while sensual moans waft over the path).

I passed all that until I saw the shoes. Little holes in the front where red painted toenails covered in sheer hose poked through. The hose ran up the calf and over knees before disappearing. I grabbed the red wooden railing, the paint flaking off where my hands wrenched around it, and I was up and over, and into the garden where they walked.

Break Rule number 1 and you stay in the exhibit until the night is over. Break Rule Number 2 and you must stay there until Halloween is over. I just wanted to see, to know. I knew better than to touch. Surely I knew better than to touch?

Maybe. I would have made it out, but for the skirts.

Pencil skirts, grey and severe and hugging the legs (covered in stockings). I fell to my knees on the grass and looked at them. Hips swayed and legs walked. The shoes which could press or impale. I leaned back my head to look, and I reached out for the zipper on the closest pair of legs.

Rule Number 2 is Don’t Touch.

I pulled the zipper down, damning myself and freeing the skirt, and showing the garter and lack of panties. That’s all there was. Shoes, stockings, garter, legs and hips and pussy. (No torso, no head, no breasts, no..)

Disembodied hands grabbed at my hair. (Don’t touch them and they won’t touch you, that’s the real rule number 2.) The legs stepped over me and the pussy settled down on my mouth, and I licked.

Sensual moans wafted over the path. I don’t know where they came from, but the legs, the hands came, and then there were others. Six pairs of shoes, 12 legs, six pussies, one tongue. I knelt there and they used me.

My clothes disappeared and my hard cock became their plaything. As one rocked on my face, another teased my cock with her heels. Stabbing my balls, pressing my cock into the garden floor.

I stayed there all night. I stayed there until the Menagerie wrapped up and left after Halloween.

That was years ago, five for fifteen? I don’t know. I stay here, and every night they use me. I could leave, but for the shoes.

The shoes always make me stay.

The Sultan's Slave Rejected

This stands alone, but follows on from The Sultan’s Slave

The harem was dark when Sherri returned. The Sultan had demanded a story, and she had proffered one, but he had not returned the favor of his bed. The eunuch guards brought her back to the harem, but did not enter.

She found her way to the pillow bed that was her normal place of sleep, when the Sultan did not desire her company. She pulled off her silks, and lay down, and closed her eyes relaxing. Hands wrapped around her arms, and held her down. Other hands pulled her legs apart. There were people all around her.

She opened her eyes to absolute darkness. The windows were shuttered, the gas lamps out, there was nothing to see. “The Sultan didn’t want you tonight,” whispered someone in her ear.

Another member of the harem licked her nipple, bringing it to hardness. “He has someone else to warm his bed.”

A third voice, stroking her cunt. “Your sister.” Laughter, and soft caresses.

“No,” Sherri said. “She can’t protect herself.”

“Neither can you,” said the second voice, biting hard down on her nipple. Sherri cried out in pain.

Hands, fingers assailed her private areas, arousing them, delighting in her body’s moisture.

“You like it this way.”

“Does he hold you down, and ride you?”

“Does he stick his cock in your mouth and fuck your face?”

“Does he take you like a dog?”

After every question, the voice would lick and tease at her. She started to answer, and her mouth was covered as another of her sister-wives lowered her cunt to Sherri’s mouth. Someone licked her pussy.

“Don’t you know we’re all lonely?”

“You’ve been taking all his time with your stories.”

“Lick my lonely cunt, sister-wife.”

The woman between Sherri’s legs redoubled her efforts, and Sherri rode the wave of pleasure, rocking with orgasm.

“Tell him this — it will make a great story,” whispered the voice in her ear. “He may even want us again.”

 

Replacement Lover

It was as if she didn’t need him anymore, James thought. They were still married, he was still her submissive, but nothing was the same. Nothing had been, since she brought him home.

Alex was his name, and he was a big man. Tall, muscled, huge. Even his cock was a monster — two inches wide and ten inches long (James remembered how she made him measure it.)

Their lovemaking — at least his part in it — had become routine. She’d lock him up as soon as he got home from work. Alex would arrive soon after and they’d adjourn immediately to their bedroom. Then she’d call for him, and he’d crawl to the bedroom.

She’d left him no choice. James’ hands and ankles bound together, so he could only shuffle into the bedroom. Once there, Alex and his wife would already be naked. His wife, his Mistress, would have her legs splayed wide. Alex’s gigantic member would be bouncing, ready.

“Get me wet,” she would command. James occasionally wondered why she wasn’t already wet — she’d never had a problem with that before, but most of the time he was too quickly thrust against her cunt. He’d lick her until her juices were flowing and she was covered in spit. Then Alex would grab him and shove him out of the way.

Alex’s huge cock would pierce her slit, stretching it obscenely wide. James had not choice but to watch it slide, inexorably in and out of his Mistress’ cunt. She would moan in ever increasing pitch and tempo crying out in loud orgasm. Alex would fill her cunt soon after with an apelike grunt.

Then she’d demand his attention again. “Clean me out James.” She would usually come as his tongue sought out Alex’s offensive cum, swallowing it down as he did so. Lately, Alex had been demanding similar services, and James was forced to suck and lick the giant thing that had fucked his wife.

After he was clean, and newly hard, Alex would push him off the bed onto the wooden floor. He’d climb into the bed, spooning with his wife, running his cock between her asscheeks, sometimes fucking her again, sometimes drifting off to pleasant sleep.

Their loud lovemaking was his new alarm clock, and he was called again to cleaning service. After he was done the dominating couple would release him with only enough time to shower and dress before he had to return to work.

After he got to work, he’d find a bathroom. Any one would do, but he preferred ones that weren’t on his regular floor. He’d find a stall, drop his pants, and free his continuously hard cock. He’d masturbate, thinking of the morning and the night before, and the way they had used him.

James dreaded getting caught. By work, or worse, by his wife. But she hadn’t let him touch himself when she was around since she brought Alex home.

And James found he couldn’t resist.

SexedUp

Hello Sexy Internet-land!

This is Slave Misty, and I want to update you a bit on our Fuckstarter. We got off to a pretty good start, but now we’re in the low part of the campaign, when there’s not a lot of new people committing to our campaign. So, we’re urging you to share our project (link) and to tell others about it back the project if they haven’t, or chip in via the Flattr or PayPal links below. Please, I was getting used to getting fucked regularly and things are drying up if you know what I mean.

I need to get fucked.

Anyway, some people have asked me, “Mindy, other than you getting fucked, what is the benefit to backing your Fuckstarter?”

Well, that’s a good question. As I said before, you get more from us. Erotic tales of how we fucked in abandon. Pictures of my bruises for when I misuse social media. Vines of me rolling around naked in the Fuckstarter money. That sort of thing.

Personally I think pictures of me are worth backing the Fuckstarter at the higher tiers. And if enough people donate, there will be erotic stories, and a podcast of my screams as I count out the number of backers one by one. I know you’ll like that, and so will I as, Sir doesn’t spank me that hard without a good fucking.

And I do need to get fucked.

Speaking of getting fucked, and finding a fucker and a fuckee to fuck with, we’ve been approached by the social media site, SexedUp, which connects you to your lovers and lets you endorse people for their various skills from cunnilingus to shibari. Master has promised to try out any skills that I’m endorsed on (pussy fucking ass fucking any fucking) , and to use any of his endorsed skills on my “sammy whiny slave ASS”. (I already endorsed him on fucking, spanking, bondage and fucking — you could to, maybe?)

Overall SexedUp is a great way to connect with other people who also have sex. So no nuns or priests, but pretty much everyone else should have a use for it. Oh, and make sure you endorse SlaveMisty not SlaveMisty69Dude, as that’s just a secondary account I made for.. nevermind, Master is coming, hopefully to fuck me.

I do so need to get fucked.

Edit: Master will be making the next few updates as Slave Misty has been banned from using the internet directly.

Truck Stop

I pulled the dark hood over my face, and set up the spy telescope. I told myself it was mainly so I could keep my subbie safe, but I knew there were two other reasons. First, to watch, because it would be hot, and second, to catch my subbie at breaking the rules. I felt my cock twitch at the thought of punishing him, an almost inevitable happening.

Below my perch was a mostly deserted rest area. It was night, and all that was there were five or six trucks, parked around the back as the drivers slept. Oh, that and a tiny Saturn Ion, which just pulled in off the interstate. Zooming in with the telescope, I confirmed it was my subbie. Right on time too, I realized as I checked my watch.

I watched as he killed the lights, locked the car, and pulled a condom out of his pocket. That was his assignment: fill three condoms with trucker’s sperm, nothing more, and nothing less. I was betting that the little sub boy couldn’t stop once he got the three filled. Of course, he didn’t know I was watching, either. It shouldn’t matter.

I watched as my boy approached a truck and negotiated with the driver. I zoomed in, and was able to see the shadows, as his head bounced up and down on a strange man’s cock. He slid out, and I watched as he tied the condom, and slid it into his pocket. Two more to go.

The second was a woman who waved him away, uninterested. The third was much like the first: a suck, a blow, and a tied up condom. The fourth truck though, I could see he was going to have a problem. He knocked on the door, and it opened. At the same time, though, I saw a passenger come from the back. There were two guys there.

My subbie already had his condom around the driver’s cock, his head bobbing up and down. Then I saw the guy from the back, as he dropped his pants and rolled one on. He easily slid my subbie’s shorts down, and then into my boy’s ass. I smiled and freed my own cock and watched as he got fucked.

With my hand around my cock and balls, stroking slowly, I watched as he went to the other trucks, sucking and fucking the other truckers. After all, in for a penny, in for a pound. I imagined the punishment I would give him, as I snapped off a few pictures. I jacked off into the woods, and closed up my pants.

A couple new trucks came in, and he moved to them, too. He let himself get fucked in the ass by some other trucker. Tomorrow he’d be punished. But then it was his idea of a good time.

 

Faye's Return

When Richard got home, he discovered that Faye had returned.

It’s not like he could have missed it.

She knew he always entered through the front door. He parked the car in the driveway despite the 2-car garage, because he’d turned it into a heated and finished room, even if the ceiling were higher than absolutely necessary for normal use. She also knew that anyone who came in through the front door could see directly back into the dining room for the foyer.

So that’s where she was when he came home.

The table was cleared off, and she’d bent over it. Her hands might have been tied, if she’d managed that somehow, but he couldn’t tell from the foyer. She was wearing black six-inch heels, thigh-highs with a line up the back attached to black garters. She also wore a short skirt that rode up her ass and gave him a direct view of her perfectly framed pussy. The lips of her pussy jutted out like a pout and light glinted off the moisture there. She was either aroused or prepared with lube, probably both.

Richard set his briefcase down next to the table in the foyer. He emptied his pockets of loose change, keys, wallet, all into a small bowl that he left there. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it in the coat closet, and took of this shoes and lined them up with his other inside the closet.

A week ago he’d have been happy to see her like this, he’d have dropped his things carelessly by the door and walked down the short hallway, pulling out his cock and sinking it deep within her. But she hadn’t been there; she hadn’t been there for a month since the big fight. He could still hear the door slam as she left, unwilling to answer his question or even explain why she wouldn’t answer.

He’d called her of course, texted her, sent her an email. He’d even gone by her apartment and knocked on the door, only to be asked — politely — to leave by her roommate, Lorraine. That had been two weeks ago. He’d written her one more email, explaining what he wanted, and why, and asking her again. That email had gone unanswered, as well.

And last week he’d given up. She was gone, and it was time for him to move on.

But now, here she was. Half-naked on his dining room table, bent over and ready for him.

He considered as he pulled off his tie, and decided she’d just have to wait.

He walked back to his room and methodically changed into some more comfortable clothes. Normally he’d just throw on a robe, but not tonight. She’d know what that meant, too. He grinned to himself, and shook his head.

He walked back down the hall, and saw that she was in the same position as before. He cut through his den, and into the kitchen, and poured himself a beer. He walked into the dining room. Her hands were flat on the table, unbound, and unmoving. Her black hair cascaded over her head, obscuring her face where it was mostly pressed into the table. She wore a white blouse of some kind.

He sat down at the table. She let out a breath, but didn’t say anything. He took a sip of his beer, and brushed her hair away from her face. She was crying. He pursed his lips. “Tell me, Faye, does your phone work? Your email? Your computers?”

She nodded. “I guess I knew that, or you wouldn’t be here, like this.” He took another sip of his beer. “You’re about a week late,” he said.

A sob left her lips and her whole body shook. “I didn’t say too late,” he said. “Just late.” The last was almost a whisper. He slammed his hand down on the table, and she jerked. “Dammit, Faye, I gave up. I assumed I had your answer. You didn’t talk to me, Lorraine sent me away, your work wouldn’t forward calls.

“I left you alone, because — what else could I do? I reached out, and nothing, just a blank wall. Do you care to explain that?”

She shook her head. He closed his eyes. She was serious. He took another sip of his beer. He looked her in the eye, and she looked right back at him. Her eyes said it all. “Use me, take me, make me yours just like you wanted.” And she was here, following the rules he’d laid down that night. The ones he’d yelled at her in the fight, telling her his secret fantasy. By then he’d already asked the question, and she’d balked.

But now she was here, and she was staring at him with those submissive eyes, and he was getting hard and he had to admit that he’d given up on her, but here she was, quiet and ready for him.

“Go home, Faye,” he said. “We’ll have lunch tomorrow and talk about it. Figure out some way to make this work that’s fair to both of us.

She shook her head, and her gaze became defiant, challenging him. Challenging him to make her, or to take her. The fire that was in the core of her was still there. He felt himself relaxing a bit.

“Okay,” he said. “You’ve made your mind. I wish I knew what had changed your mind, and I don’t think I can get you to tell me now.”

She just shook her head, and he sighed regretting his words from when she left. “Don’t say a word to me,” he’d said, “until you’re ready to say yes or no.” And then he’d brought out the ring and she’d fled.

He stood up and walked around the table, running his hands over her as he went. His hands gripped her ass, and he slid a hand down her crack, idling over her asshole for a moment, then gliding around her pussy and down her thighs. He played with the tops of her nylons, then let go, and walked around the table again.

He left the room, and watched her for a minute before he made his decision. Checking his watch, he sighed. There wasn’t much time.

He entered the dining from for the foyer, and brought his hand down on her right ass check. The sound was perfect, thankfully, and filled the room with the sound of the smack. His handprint stood out red on her white skin. She hissed, drawing in her breath, and then he smacked her other ass, for a second perfect stroke.

Her fingers scabbled against the table, as she struggled to be still, to not say anything, to not be too excited. He walked back around in front of her and sat down again. He set the ring box on the table. “Lorraine was right,” he said. “Wives — spouses — are equals. They’re both part of a partnership, and while they take on different roles, they are equal partners. She said that was your problem with it, is that right?”

She nodded.

“I can think of no greater gift than to have a partner — my equal — as my submissive. I don’t understand people who want the submission of those lesser than them. That’s easy to get, it’s almost a given. But for an equal, which you have always been Faye, that’s something much better.”

He opened the ring box, and the diamond engagement ring shone in the light. Her eyes grew large, and again demanding. She licked her lips and wiggled her ass expectantly. It was more than he could take. He checked his watch again, and stood.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said. He stood, leaving the ring right where it was. He unzipped his pants, and walked around the table. Behind her, his cock out, he grabbed her ass and slid into her. She let out a gasp, but not a word.

She was warm and tight and wet. Some of it was lube, but not all of it. He’d been right about that. “You should have come here last week,” he said.

He slid in and out of her, pressing her against the table. “I’d have fucked you on the table, and then I’d have asked you the question, and you could have answered me and things could have gone on to normal. Or the new normal anyway.” She whimpered a bit at this. He grabbed her ass, and slide in and out of her. She was breathing fast as he fucked her.

“I love you so much, Faye,” he said. He fucked her faster, and spanked her ass a few more times as he fucked her. She started to come beneath him, and he knew he wouldn’t be long. It had been a month, longer than he’d gone in years.

“I am going to ask you the question tonight,” he said. “But you really should have come sooner.”
He slammed into her, pounding her hard, and he filled her up with his come. He pulled out of her and walked around the table. She moved enough to suck his cock, cleaning him off as he’d trained her.

He brushed her hair back away from her face. “I can’t wait to use you forever,” he said. “I can’t wait to ask you the question. But when you answer it, as I hope you will, I have plans for you that will take us all night.”

The doorbell rang and he checked his watch. “Right on time,” he said. “You should have come last week, Faye,” he said. “Tonight’s my night to host the poker game.”

He pulled out of her mouth and stuffed himself back into his pants. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Well,” he said. “If you say yes, it won’t be the last time you help me host it.”

He walked into the foyer, looking back and seeing her still there, her pussy moist with his juices. The doorbell rang again, and he went to let in his poker buddies, wondering how much cards they’d actually get to tonight, since his table was taken.

Date Night, Part 3

I pulled Madeline to me and gave her a kiss, thrusting my tongue between her lips. We were still in my car, stopped at the exit to her subdivision. She moaned into the kiss and I pulled her to me harder. When I finally broke the kiss, she stayed closed to me, her breathing heavy. Her nipples pressed against her little black dress that was still rucked up over her hips from where I’d fingered her to orgasm only moments before.

“I hate to break the kiss, Madeline,” I said. “But if we’re going to get to the ravishing, we should probably get moving.”

She laughed. I put my hands back on the wheel, and shifted the car into gear. She slid down in the car, so that her head was in my lap. I pushed down on the gas pedal, and her hand found my hard cock. “Is this okay, Sir?” she asked.

“By all means, Madeline. Suck my cock.”

She quickly got me unbuckled. I moved my seat back to give her a bit more room, and began heading south. I felt the cool air on my cock as she pulled it out from my pants, and then slid her mouth over it, warming it back up. Her lips caressed the shaft, and her tongue did interesting things I couldn’t stop paying attention to, as much as I needed to drive safely.

I turned onto a different route that I’d not normally take — it was too busy, with stop and go traffic. But since I was feeling no rush to hurry, I didn’t worry about how slow the traffic was. I’d inch forward, then break, and she’d ride up and down my cock a few times, and I’d get to actually feel it. There was no doubt in my mind that she was very good at this. A lot better than Thomas, but then he was a rank amateur — if a passionate one.

“You’re going to have to give Thomas lessons,” I said. “Maybe some of my other lovers, too.”

She pulled off of me. “You have other lovers?”

“Of course,” I said. “You didn’t think you and Thomas were the first married people I’ve had sex with.”

“No, I guess not,” she said. “What about not-married people, anyone special?”

“I only have sex with people in relationships,” I said. “Mostly married people. The odd gay couple and the one lesbian. Some spouses know, some don’t.”

“Anyone like Thomas and I?” she asked. She stroked my cock with her hand when she pulled off of me.

I pulled up a bit more, watching the red lights stream ahead of me. “No, never anyone like you, never both, not submissive and separately like that. No, you two are special.” I ran my hand through her hair, and she kept sucking on my cock.

We were driving down Riverside during rush hour, even though it was dark out. This was not the place to be unless you had to. On the other hand, there was a park on our right, and it looked fairly abandoned. Madeline’s head bobbed on me, and I could feel my need increase. I was some ways from coming, but she’d get me there.

“You might not want to make me come like that,” I said.

“Oh?” she asked around my cock.

“Thomas can only come if he eats my load, preferably out of you. You could hold it in your mouth all night, I guess, but that’d make for a poor dinner and conversation.”

She chuckled around my cock, and swallowed it down. She slowly lifted up off my cock. “You don’t want to come?”

“You don’t want to get fucked by your husband?”

“I want to get fucked by you,” she said.

“So be careful,” I said. “But don’t stop.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Traffic moved a bit more, and I turned into the park. I drove around the parking lot looking for a space which was mostly abandoned but that wasn’t also pitch black. I could leave the car’s lights on, if we needed to, but I’d rather disappear into the blackness. I only needed to see a little bit. Finally I found one and pulled into a parking space, just outside the light cone of a nearby streetlamp.

“Out,” I said. My Scion was a sporty car, and a great one to pick up a lover in, but it was much too small to fuck in. The blowjob Madeline had been giving me had left her pretty cramped in her seat — not that she minded. I got out of the car, but didn’t put my cock away. It bobbed in the air as Madeline twisted around and opened her door.

I walked around to her and offered her my hand, and pulled her up out of the car. Her heels gave her enough height that I could pull her into a kiss, and I did. As our tongues danced, I moved us up to the hood of the car, and pulled her skirt up to her waist, where it was still largely bunched up from earlier.

I broke the kiss. “You said something about wanting to be fucked?” I said. “Needing to be fucked?”

“No one has fucked me since night we were together. When I went home, I was horny for my husband, but I wouldn’t let him do more than lick me that night. I came, but… you hadn’t said I couldn’t yet.”

“I’m going to fix that, right now,” I said. Her eyes got big, and I turned her around, and bent her over the dark hood of my car. She spread her legs, and put her hands down to steady herself. I grabbed my cock and guided myself into her.

She was wet and tight and the angle she was at let me go deep inside her and fill her up. Her heels lifted her ass up and she was bent down on the car. I pressed down on the top of her back, and she bent even more. Her dress slid up her body exposing her back and belly, and her ass was blue-white in the light.

“Oh, fucking, God! Yes, Sir,” she said.

I grabbed her hips and dug my fingers into them and I fucked her. I was horny as hell from her husband’s mouth to hers, to my plans for the evening. Sure, I’d let them derail us into this park, but I had the little blue pills and the whole evening. I would deliver her back to her husband drenched in my sperm. He’d have loads and loads to lick and eat off her body.

My cock rammed in and out of her, fast and with no thought about her except to hear her grunts which increased with my pace. She urged me on as I took her. “You are mine,” I said.

“Yes, yes, fuck me Sir, fuck me.”

“Oh, Madeline, you are such a good slave.”

“Fuck me, Sir,” she said. “Just fuck me.”

I reached down and grabbed her hair, and pulled her back against me, pressing my cock as deep into her as I could. Cars drove by us, I could hear their engines and horns, but none came down into the park. I’m not sure I would have stopped if they did.

“You are a good fuck, Madeline. Such a whore for my cock.”

“Yes sir, please fuck me, Sir. Please let me come.”

“You can come whenever I’m touching you Madeline. You heard my rule.”

‘Oh, God yes,” she said. And she started coming. She twisted below me and I held onto her. I wrapped one hand around her, and grabbed a breast, and the other dug into her ass, holding her in place. I slid my cock in and out of her, slamming it home with each thrust. She just came and came and came.

And then I came, filling her up. I held myself in her, and she twitched on my cock as I spurted into her.

“Thank you, Master, thank you thank you thank you,” she said.

I pulled out of her. “Clean me off, slut,” I said. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.” She turned around and squatted, and took my cock in her mouth, cleaning it off with her tongue, and tucking me back into my pants. The dress fell back down around her as she stood, but I knew she’d be leaking down her leg before long.

I took a deep breath. I’d lost control of myself and my evening. Not that Madeline necessarily noticed, but hopefully I’d gotten a bit of my control back. Maybe, maybe not. All I could think was that I already wanted to fuck her again.

 

Society Initiation

At least Darren was in the same position she was. It made sense considering they’d decided to do this together, submission to the Society. They were both naked and on their knees. Her lower calves were roped together; her forearms were bound behind her back. Two clamps were tightened down on her nipples and a jar hung between the the clamps, suspended on a chain.

Every few minutes or so, someone would come up, drop some small change in the jar, and jam their cock in her mouth. Sometimes they’d let her do it, but most of them just grabbed her long blonde hair, and fucked her face. They’d come, in her or on her, and the next one would step up.

Darren was mostly doing women, and they took longer. When is a woman done coming anyway? It’s not like with men. So Allie had some hope that she’d fill her jar before he did, even though it dragged down on her breast more and more as the men lined up to get a blow.

This was their night as entertainment for the Society’s club. Each time a pair of slaves was chosen to do whatever evil thing the dominants from the Society wanted. Usually it was a competition between them, and whoever won went — mostly — unbound for the day, and weren’t as restricted as normal. The last time she’d won, Allie had spent the day in bed masturbating over and over until she rubbed herself raw.

The next few days hadn’t been very comfortable, but since the Society didn’t guarantee them orgasm (in fact, quite the opposite), it was well worth it. Of course, losing was much less pleasant. The penalties involved were painful and unpleasant. And you were barred from orgasm for a week or more, a punishment the Society reveled in.

Lately they had taken to pairing her with her husband. If she won, he’d be put into a male chastity belt, and whipped and caned. Of course, if she lost, then the same would happen to her. Of course, she thought, wily, he would never be able to take advantage of “orgasm day” as fully as she could, and the thought of him bound, whipped, sent tingles through her.

The man in her mouth came against the back of her throat, and she dutifully swallowed. She didn’t care about the act anymore, but still loved the feel of being used, of being forced to choose whether she or her husband would be the one punished. Of course, Darren faced the same choices, and from the looks of things as he went down on Mistress Talia, he enjoyed it well.

Talia shuddered in orgasm, and she dropped several coins in Darren’s jar. He winced at the new weight against his nipples, and Talia pulled him back down to her cunt. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to work! Allie looked down at her jar, barely half-full, and over at her husband’s which was at least three-quarters full!

Before she could react, there was tinkling of coins, and another cock at her lips. She sucked him as he fucked her mouth. She realized she may not win, and her pussy clenched. Allie wasn’t sure which she wanted. If desire had been simple for her, she wouldn’t have joined the Society.

Behind her, she felt the gentle caress of Mistress Marie. “Suck well, my darling, you have to get through a lot more men than your precious husband. I have a wager running on this, and if you fail me, well, I’ll make sure your punishment is exquisite.”

Allie moaned around the cock, sucking harder, trying to get him off faster and better. Behind her, Mistress Marie cackled with glee. Allie orgasmed as cum hit the back of her throat.

The Society mentioned here becomes the main rail of Sir Tortuga’s Society/Fucktoy Blog as well as influencing Girl #16180.  It’s probable the Society exists in the Cuckolder and Fellatist universes as well. I hope to write some stuff about them again. In fact, the next archival piece follows Allie and Darren, somewhat. (And mirrors some of the other more current pieces I’ve been writing, which is interesting.  For instance, compare this with “to Suck” .

Date Night, Part 1

I was thirty minutes early when I knocked on Thomas and Madeline’s door.

I am usually early, ten minutes maybe fifteen — that’s only polite. Of course, being thirty minutes early is fairly rude. There’s no way that Madeline would be ready, but then, I was counting on that.

No one answered, so I knocked again. Their house was nice, two story, two car garage. Probably a finished basement. A lot of house for two people, though. They yard was well kept, the bushes neatly trimmed, flowerbeds awash with color. That had Thomas’ mark on it — he was a well kept man, and kept himself quite well.

I knocked again, louder this time, and heard someone shout “Coming!” from the inside. I stepped back from the door and waited while Thomas opened it. “You’re early,” he said. “She’s not ready.”

“I know,” I said. “I’m early on purpose.”

“You might as well come in,” he said. He led me into a room with a fireplace, a sectional couch and a love seat. There were pictures on the mantlepiece of him, Madeline and what I presumed was their daughter.

“I didn’t realize you had children,” I said.

“Just Maggie,” he said. “She was born while we were in college; now she’s in college.”

“A freshman?”

“Yep, at OSU, she’s living on campus. Wouldn’t want her parents to cramp her style.”

“Or her to cramp ours, eh?”

I guess, he said. “You know she’s not going to be ready until after six, right?”

“I figured,” I said. “I have my reasons.”

I settled on to the sectional sofa, and he started to sit down, thought better of it, and turned to me. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“No, thank you,” I said. “But there is something you can do for me.”

“What can I do for you?”

I settled down on his couch and spread my legs. “You can get down on your knees here and give me a blowjob.”

“What?” he said.

I smiled at him. His face held a bewildered expression on it. “You heard me, Thomas,” I said. “I know you and Madeline are submissive, and you’ve both separately agreed to be mine. That means I have some expectations.”

“Like blowjobs.”

“Like when I ask you to do something, you say ‘Yes, Sir’ and you do it.”

“I thought it was your date night with Maddy,” he said.

“And I’ve been thinking about it all week. Have you come since you were in my office?” He shook his head. “I bet Madeline hasn’t either,” I said. “Makes a person horny waiting or even planning for a night out like the one I’ve got lined up for your wife. So I’d like a blowjob. Now.”

I stared him in the eyes. I was calm and just looked at him. His eyes held mine and I just smiled at him and kept his gaze. Anyone who had ever owned a dog knew what was going on here. He had to push the boundary — everything we tell men they have to do was telling him he couldn’t just give in to me and suck my cock. He couldn’t suck my cock and then let me take his wife out on a date.

But I knew something about Thomas. All those expectations were too much for him. He could fake it at work in service to his family, but it wasn’t who he was. In fact, he could only act so manly because he was in service to something. What I wanted was for him to be in service to me, and I would free him from all of that. All he had to do was acknowledge that I was his master.

The sweat beaded on his brow. His jaw clenched. I just smiled at him, and kept his gaze, doing my best not to blink. He swallowed and took a deep breath. Then he looked away, down. “Yes, Sir,” he said.

As he knelt before me, I told him, “Good, Thomas. Embrace who you are, and know I will value it. And if I value your service, you will be rewarded.”

He reached up for my pants, undid the belt, and pulled the zipper down. He pulled my cock out from my boxers, and I was hard. I knew I would be, this excited me, and just to be sure, I’d had a bit of the little blue pills earlier.

He hesitated for a moment. “I’ve — I’ve never done this,” he said.

“But you’ve always wanted to?”

“Since I was a teenager,” he said. “I’ve wanted to know what it was like to suck cock, but I was too afraid. The submission part came later.”

I ran my hand through his hair, brushing it back gently. “You have the equipment, Thomas. You know what feels good. And I’ll let you know.” He swallowed and nodded. “Now, suck your master’s cock.”

He let out a single laugh, nodded again, and slid his lips over my cock.

“Aaah, that’s good,” I told him. “Suck your master’s cock.” His head bobbed up and down on my cock, and one of his hands held the base, and jacked me off a bit. My balls were still inside my boxers, and that was fine. One lesson at a time.

I let him try things, tongue, licking my cock, playing with the head, and teasing my frenum. The last was good and I let him know. Then he started to see how much of my cock he could get in his mouth. I leaned back and let his warmth engulf me. He was enthusiastic, and that was worth a lot. Training could come later.

“This is the rule for you, Thomas: every load of my come you eat earns you an orgasm, however you want. Even loads you eat out of my other toy, your wife.”

He moaned around my cock then, bobbing his head and taking my cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. “I can promise you that with my plans, I’ll be fucking her tonight. At least one load is going in that sweet cunt of hers. I’ll bring her back here, and then you can use your oral talents to eat your master’s come out of her.”

He moved a bit faster, and his hand wrung my cock as he bounced up and down. His tongue beat a pattern against my cock as he sucked and bobbed.

“And then you can fuck your wife,” I said. “How long has it been since you two fucked — did she come home horny the night I fucked her in my suite?” He grunted in the affirmative. “Was that the last time?” Another grunt.

“So more than a week, then,” I said. “A week when neither of you came or fucked each other.” I laughed. “And all you’ll have to do is to get me to come in your mouth or let me fuck your wife.”

He moaned. He was doing well, and I jerked my hips back and forth, forcing myself deeper into his throat. “Yes, that’s it Thomas,” I said “Take my cock, swallow me down. Each one, another chance to come, to fuck your wife.” He pressed forward, against my thrusts, and I grabbed his hair in my hand, and fucked into his face.

“Oh, yes,” I said. “That’s the ticket.” And I came down his throat, and all over his tongue. He pulled off of me and coughed a bit, and looked up at me sheepishly.

“Thank you, Sir,” he said.

“Good enough for a first try,” I said. “You will need more practice, of course.”

“Of course, Sir,” he said, and blushed.

“Now, clean me up and put me away before your wife comes down.” There was a bit of come on his lip, but I didn’t tell him about it. Just a little souvenir, right?

He cleaned me off with his mouth, without needing to be told, and then tucked me back into my boxers, and zipped up my pants. As he reached for the buckle, Madeline called down, “Thomas, honey? Can you zip me up?”

He looked up at me. “Go ahead,” I said. “I can handle this.”

“Yes, Sir,” he said. I fixed my belt and watched him go. It wouldn’t be long now before I was fucking his wife.