Monday, December 5, 2011

Mistress Kelly

Chapter 1: Under her spell

Mr. Green called Cindy and asked her to come to his office.

Do I need to bring anything along?

Just you.

Cindy arrived and was told by his secretary that he was expecting her so she could go right in and he would be right with her.

Cindy, I need your help with something that will help the law firm and perhaps you. As you know Tom Hastings is leaving as office manager. We have hired a new office manager, Kelly Preston to take his place. She has aquired a downtown penthouse a block away form work but it needs to be totally redone and it won't be ready for several months. I understand your roommate moved out and with rent being so high you are having some difficulty meeting your obligations. If Kelly could move with you we would pay the rent until she moves out. Kelly is 31, taller than you, blonde and is from Huston. Word is she likes baseball, going to clubs, likes to tan and likes wine that cost lots of money. Sound like someone you could get along with?

Sure does, when is she due to arrive?

She arrives in two weeks on a Friday and is scheduled to start that following Monday. Need time to thing about it?

No. This will certainly help me out also, we are close in age but I'm only 28 and lots shorter thanKelly, I'm only 4' 6" tall and almost everyone is taller so no big deal there. I will have to take off work to get things ready and if you would like I can do you a favor and pick her up at the airport.

Good, then it is not a problem for you to take off and thanks for picking her up.

Cindy spent that week off cleaning and fussing over everything in the apartment, everything needed to be just right to impress Kelly. Friday morning she spent every moment she could maklng herself llook like a sexy madel. She arrived at the airport an hour early and waited in the front where she would be noticed by those deplaneing. Kelly departed the plane and found Cindy in front with a big card with Kelly's name on it. Hi Kelly, I'm Cindy and you will be living with me until your penthouse is ready. Pardon me but they told me you were taller than me but WOW, just how tall are you. I'm sorry, I sometimes wish I were petite but I'm 5' 10" tall, please don't feel threatened by height Cindy. Cindy was put at ease wo,mewhat but still wishedI Kelly were shorter. The rest of the day and weekend they worked at getting Kelly somewhat settled, shopped for food and even had time to see a movie. The more time Cindy spent with kelly the more she really liked her and felt more and more at ease. Kelly, true to Mr. Green's word, really liked wine and introduced Cindy to several different kinds. Nightly Kelly would pour two glasses of wine and they would sit on the sofa and talk. Cindy learned that she and Kelly liked many similar when it came to dressage, food, entertainment and best of all they both loved cats. Over the next two months Cindy began to feel more aroused and sexy, she began to feel drawn towards Kelly and looked forward to being around her. Kelly would leave several buttons undone on her blouse, let her skirt ride up on her thighs and tease Cindy sexually to gauge her reaction to her sexually. When it was time for bed Cindy would dream of Kelly and masturbated about Kelly.

One night while watching a chic flick on tv they both had tears in their eyes and they hugged eachother. Cindy nearly came from that contact and hugger Kelly tighter.

I apologoize Kelly.

Don't apologize Cindy, that felt good. I for one really needed that hug and I wished you had hugged me longer.

Me to Kelly, I for some reason think of you often and I like thinking of you. I really get wet anymore just looking at you let alone thinking of you.

Really? Thank you Cindy. with that she leaned over and gave Cindy a light kiss on the cheek. Kelly acted supprised when Cindy wouldn"t let her go and kissed Kelly on the lips. Kelly now knew the the drugs were at full efect and Cindy was in her complete power. She returned the kiss with a kiss that started out acting cauious but ended with her tongue down Cindy's throat and her hand on her tits. Things went well for them after that first contact. Cindy started to go around the apartment in just panties and felt great when Kelly stared at her. Kelly went in just panties also to make Cindy think that everything was as usual with her and she was in control. Kelly found Cindy staring at her also.

Kelly, I really like, no love you. Your tummy is so flat and i love your breast and your long nipples really get my pussy flowing.

With a little work your nipples could become longer also, but your nipples are so fat, they would really look good with jewelry on then don't you think so? You know Cindy, I have been thinking, it's almost time for me to move into my penthouse, I've really grown to need you around and love you so how about moving in with me? Cindy, I'm feel of suprises.

Really, you want me to live with you, OH Kelly that would be a dream come true. Cindy hugged and kissed Kelly passionatly and pressed her body against her. Kelly responded with her tongue and hands, roaming all over Cindy's body, pinching her nipples and squeezing her ass.

Kelly, I'm so sorry but I'm so happy inside and I want your body. Well thank you Cindy, don't be sorry, I want you so bad also and the only way I knew I had a chance was to invite you to live with me. With that Kelly kneeled in front of Cindy and kissed her tummy while slowly pulling her panties down. She was in control, Cindy's panties were so wet and her sex smelled so good. Let's go to my bedroom Cindy. On the bed Kelly sucked and bit her nipples and trailed her tongue to Cindy's pussy and licked her lips until she finally went to her clit. Cindy was moaning as Kelly was getting her closer to an argasm. Cindy was so close, just seconds away and then Kelly stopped. Now it's you turn Cindy. Cindy opened her eyes and was suprised to see Kelly on her back already, nipples hard and her legs together and her hairless triangle awaiting her touch. Cindy began with Kelly's lips and gave her a long deep kiss. Then she kissed her neck and shoulders before stopping at her tits. Cindy sucked the right nipple into her mouth, it felt so good almost like a penis, for ten minutes she sucked and bit Kelly's nipples making her moan, Then she moved down to what she wanted most, the treasure between her legs, she kissed her was down and pushed Kelly's legs open. Oh Kelly, what are you, why is there a cock between you legs? Well, never mind, I need to come and your cock is so beautiful, not a hair on it and it is so smooth and big. Cindy sucked the head into her mouth and then she just did what was expected and took as much cock in until it hit the back of her mouth. Kelly wanted more and took Cindt's head in her hands and forced Cindy to take it all. Then Kelly told Cindy to get on all fours and she fucked Cindy liked she had never been fucked before. Cindy came 3 times before Kelly did and Kelly stayed inside her until she softened. They laid together and kissed and touched when Cindy stated that she really loved Kelly and the two best things were her tits and that lovely 8" cock between her legs.

Do you still want to come and live with me Cindy? If the answer is yes then when we move your life will change forever and you will be mine completely.

Yes I still want to move with you and yes you can change me and take me completely!

-the end-

Alice in Training


We had had enough. Sally and I tried so hard and so many times to get Alice to pay attention — to anything. At 12 years old now, she still didn’t get it. “Maybe she is just stupid,” Sally said to me. I just shook my head.
Then, when we got her last report card, it all hit home. Nothing better than a D. “How come?” we asked ourselves and each other. Our son, Billy, seemed bright, intelligent and focused. At 10 years-old, he seemed to make up for his small frame with his desire to please his parents.
We found ourselves in Alice’s bedroom, with her laying across my lap as I sat on the edge of her bed. Sally was sitting across the small room on a stool in front of her daughter’s vanity. We had never resorted to this before. We never had spanked our children to correct them. But we felt there was no choice. It looked like the only option open to us. Maybe the physical pain would some how get her attention.
Sally told her to pull down her jeans and bend over my lap. I had my belt doubled over with the buckle in my hand. I felt her jump as I brought the strap down across her butt cheeks. I felt awkward though. Here was my daughter, nearly naked across my lap and I was thinking how sexy this situation was.
She jumped and squealed out as I brought the belt down again across both panty covered cheeks. Her movements felt good on my thighs. Maybe I was imagining the slight warmth I felt from the V of her groin. She wiggled again and cried out harsher as I brought the belt down again, harder than before. Her hip brushed against the tip of my cock, which was tucked up against my thigh under my jeans and starting to fill with blood. I looked down and could see the bulge it created. Oh my God!
Her movements were turning me on. Again I spanked her young firm ass, harder than ever, perhaps with a slight bit of anger at her. Damn her for turning me on like this. I looked over to Sally. She gave me and oddly understanding nod of her lovely head and smiled. Did she somehow know what this was doing to me?
The next time I struck my daughter’s tender ass I got a surprise. I felt something much warmer than her sex spreading across my thigh. When I realized that she had lost control of her bladder and pissed on my leg, I stood up violently and shoved her off me. She landed with a thud on the floor and I looked at her furiously and tried to shout out my anger. No words would come to my lips, I was that dumbfounded.
“You nasty little bitch,” I heard Sally say. “Look what you did to your father.” She was at Alice’s head in an instant, grabbing her daughter’s chin and guiding her head to look up at me. “Look at what you did,” she screamed again.
I couldn’t believe it. I just sat back down on the edge of Alice’s bed and stared at the scene before me, almost not comprehending what took place next. Sally grabbed her daughter by the back of her neck and forced her to crawl between my knees. “You will lick your nasty pee from your daddy’s thigh, you little pig.”
Sally forced Alice’s mouth to my jean covered thigh. “Lick it up, pig,” she commanded. Sally ground her daughter’s face into my thigh over and over again until she was satisfied that Alice was obeying her. Alice's tongue licked at her piss and again I felt and saw the bulge crawling down my thigh towards her tongue.
“See what a nasty little slut you are, bitch? Look how you are making your daddy’s cock hard. Is that what you want, slut? Do you want to suck your daddy’s cock?” I couldn’t believe those words were coming out of my wife’s mouth. And she was smiling with a certain evil and a hint of lust in her eyes. Never would I have expected something like this. Sally looked at me and smiled her love to me. “Stand up baby.”
I couldn’t resist. I stood up dumbly. “Now take down your daddy’s pants, slut.” I watched as my daughter unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. “Now his boxers,” she commanded. My cock was stiff and throbbing, harder than I could ever remember. “Now kiss the place where you pissed on him.”
Obediently, Alice did as she was told. “Now kiss your daddy’s cock, you nasty whore,” her mom ordered. I nearly fainted with nasty pleasure as my daughter’s young lips touched the head of my cock. Her hot young lips burned where they had briefly been. I nearly came right then.
“Now suck your daddy’s hard cock, bitch. It’s your fault it got that way, now you have to fix it.” Sally moved close to where our daughter knelt between my knees. She wanted to get a good view of this it seemed. As Alice licked at my cock head I saw my wife’s hand move between her own legs, her long slim fingers rubbing her jean and panty covered slit. She was smiling as she watched our daughter take my thick throbbing cockhead into her young mouth.
“I think we have found a use for our stupid little daughter here, honey,” she said, smiling at me. I smiled back, finally realizing that she had been planning this whole scene. “I think the only thing our little slut here is good for is sucking cock. What do you think?” She smiled that evil smile again, and I returned it.
“Maybe you can train her to eat pussy too, honey?” I suggested. Her smile perked up. “Perhaps. She still has to learn to take care of your cock first.” With that, Sally grabbed a handful of her daughter’s thick brown hair, and forced her to take my cock into her mouth at last. I felt my cock hit the back of her throat and I was only halfway buried. Her mom never could take my three inch thick 10 inch long cock into her throat, and I would never force her.
That’s not to say she didn’t try. She tried all the time. She loved licking my hard throbbing shaft and sucking my heavy balls into her hot sweet mouth. Sometimes it seemed she could spend hours between my legs. And perhaps she did as we sixty-nined. God knows I loved eating her pussy as much as she enjoyed my cock.
I soon found out that Sally had other plans for her daughter. She gripped our sexy daughters hair and forced her throat over my cock, deeper and deeper, pulling her off so she could catch her breath. Again Sally would force our young daughter’s throat over my thick cock head, choking and gagging her. The feelings I was getting were beyond incredible. Those young muscles rebelling against the invasion. Her tight throat struggling to accept me. Alice’s moans of pain and humiliation only seemed to drive Sally on.
“Fuck your daddy’s beautiful cock with your throat, bitch. You know you want it, don’t you,” she said again and again as she forced her daughter’s young throat to be ripped open. I could see tears of pain running down Alice’s cheeks, and yet seemed not to feel anything but my own lust and excitement. I didn’t care that this was my daughter I was breaking. In fact, I was thinking that this was a good thing — maybe we wouldn’t have to worry so much about her future now.
Alice was moaning and groaning constantly now from the pain. Her mother seemed determined to bury my huge cock in our daughter’s throat. More and more of my thick shaft disappeared in her mouth. The incredible feelings I was getting finally turned the corner. My own hand went to my daughters head, grabbing her hair roughly and pulling her one last time all the way onto my throbbing cock. I erupted in her throat. I held her on my cock as spasm after spasm wracked my body, shooting my cum right into her belly. I was groaning now with pleasure like I had never experienced before.
Soon my orgasm passed and I released my grip in her hair. Sally pulled her off me and it was all that Alice could do to get her breath back. Sally let go of her grip and watched as her daughter fell to the floor, struggling to breath. Tears were running over her cheeks. It looked as if she was gasping for air like a fish. Her hands went to her young pain filled throat. Her groans were harsh and breathy.
Sally got to her knees between my legs and reached to grasp my still throbbing cock. It was still massive in her hand though only half inflated. I moaned with sweet pleasure as she bent forward to kiss my cock head. “Oh baby, that was sooo hot. I need to cum baby.” Her hand was buried between her legs rubbing at her still clothed cunt.
I sat up and called to Alice. She didn’t respond. I used my foot to poke her side, calling her name again. When she still did not answer, I aimed a kick at her head, yelling, “sit up, bitch.” I saw a line of blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled that I finally had her attention. “From now on, you will pay attention, or you will be punished. Do you understand?” I growled.
“Answer me, bitch.”
“Y-y-yes daddy,” she mumbled horsely through her sobs.
“Stop that crying now or you will know real pain. Now get over here and undress your mother.”
Slowly, painfully, she crawled to her mother’s feet and began to undress her. I watched as my wife's sexy long legs and shaved cunt were revealed. My cock sprang back to life as Sally told her daughter to kiss her feet. This time Alice did not hesitate to obey. She kissed each foot then waited for her next instructions. “Watch how a real woman pleases her man, slut,” Sally instructed. She climbed up onto the bed and straddled my waist. I loved it when she did this.
She reached between her legs and parted her cunt lips for me. I reached down and guided my hard again cock to her hole. It seemed that every time we fucked her pussy was still as tight as the first time. It always seemed to take a while before she could except my cock fully into her womb. Sometimes it would take us an hour or more to complete our lovemaking. She would tease my cock with her cunt. I would tease her full firm breasts with my fingers. She would kiss me passionately as I fingered her swollen clitty.
This time was no different. She kept her pussy poised above my cock until I teasingly thrust upward. As she let my cock head part her lips, a long erotic growling issued from her throat. She fucked up and down on my cock head a few times before allowing herself to take more. She controlled the pace of our movements and I didn’t mind at all. I let her please herself and me, enjoying the way she gave her body up to my touch.
I squeezed her ample breasts. I pulled at them. I pinched the hard nipples till they got harder. Twisting and pulling at them only made my love that much wilder. She loved the pain of my cock opening her cunt and my fingers closing on her nipples. I pushed one hand between our bodies in search of her clit. As soon as I found it I pressed hard against her groin. She moaned nastily, as I knew she would. It always made her want to pee right then, and the pressure she felt only added to her intense feelings of painful pleasure. Secretly, I was always hoping that she would lose control and indeed piss as we fucked. Maybe that would change soon, I hoped. I guess I had plans of my own.
I felt her cunt muscles tighten around my thick throbbing tool and I knew she was close to cumming already. I looked over my shoulder at my daughter, who was watching what was happening, with what looked like full attention. “Come here, slut,” I commanded. As she crawled onto the bed I reached out and took another handful of her hair and forced her to move to the juncture of her mom and dad’s meeting.
When Sally figured out what I was doing she leaned back somewhat, bending my cock back with her. “Lick your mom’s pussy. Find her clit with your slut mouth and suck it,” I commanded.
It didn’t take long for me to know that she was doing it right, that she had found her mom’s swollen clit and was sucking it like a tiny cock. With one long loud harsh sounding moan, Sally came hard and almost violently. I kept Alice's head at her mother’s cunt as we sat up the best we could and wrapped our arms around each other, our breathing ragged, our sweat pouring from our bodies, our love for each other deeper than ever. We kissed passionately as we held our daughter’s head at our groins. Sally would give a little jump now and then as her daughter found a sensitive spot as she continued to lick.
Soon we pulled apart and let Alice get a deep breath. We laid down next to each other on Alice’s bed and just held each other for a while, in silent, fulfilled love. Alice just knelt there, not moving, not knowing what else to do.
After a while, Sally broke the silence. “So, what do we do now, honey?”
“It’s obvious that she can’t go back to school, what would be the point? She’s too stupid to do anything but fail, and would somehow get us into trouble anyway. Maybe we should just keep her at home. Train her to clean house, cook, serve us — you know?”
After a short silence, Sally agreed. “I think you’re right of course. I know a couple of people who we can ask about the legalities of it all. I don’t know if she’s bright enough to teach housecleaning and cooking to, though. I’m thinking just teach her how to fuck and then whore her out.”
I was pretty sure Sally was kidding about that last part. I was wrong, as I found out in the long run. “But, right now, I’m not so sure she has learned her lesson yet. I’m still angry about her pissing on you.” She looked with disgust at Alice, who was cowering at the foot of the bed. “Get on the floor, cunt.” As Alice climbed to the floor Sally stood up over her.
“Look up at me, cunt. I think from now on you will be our toilet.” Sally looked back at me questioningly. I nodded my full agreement, and she turned back to our daughter. “Open your nasty mouth, slut.”
I watched as my wife parted her cunt lips with her fingers and began to piss. I had never seen her pee before and I found it to be as nasty and sexy as I thought. Not only that but for her to be aiming her hot nasty stream at our own daughter was even better. I could feel my staff grow again, but before that happened ...
I stood up and walked over to my wife. I put my hand into her stream making it splash all over our daughter’s well developed chest. I brought my wet fingers to my lips and licked, making sure Sally heard my nasty moan. When her stream finally ended, I told Alice not to move, as I got to my knees. I buried my face between my wife’s legs and began to lick her pussy clean of her piss. She wrapped her hands in my hair and kept my face there. I licked and lapped at her cunt, sucking in all the juices she offered, moaning nastily and greedily. Her grip grew tighter, almost painful as she orgasmed, not letting me pull away until she was completely satisfied. “Ohh God, baby. I never knew that could be so hot. You licked my pee! Ohh, my God, you made me cum again,” she breathed as I pulled away. I could only grin lustfully at her.
Her legs were weak from pleasure as she sat on the edge of the bed to collect herself. I turned my attention now to my piss covered slut daughter and smiled. My cock had relaxed somewhat and I was ready to piss, and I had a big load. “Open that toilet mouth of yours, cunt. And you better swallow it all, or you will be properly punished.” She knelt in front of me, head back, mouth open, looking sexier than any girl had a right to. I relaxed my bladder and let my thick yellow stream pour into her hot mouth.
I watched her struggle to swallow it all, the whole time knowing it would be impossible. I wasn’t nearly done punishing this little bitch for all the grief she had caused for her mom and I. I watched as she feebly tried to obey my last warning. I turned around and smiled at my hot, sexy wife when it became obvious that we weren’t done with Alice yet.
I finished pissing, watching the hot liquid drip onto her heaving chest, down her tummy over her already wet cuntlips, to the floor. There was quite a little puddle under her.
“Look at that you nasty pig,” I growled. “Look at all of my piss that you wasted. You don’t get off that easy, slut. Get on your hands and knees and lick it up.” I heard my wife groan nastily with lust as Alice began to lick my piss from the floor. I had to admit it turned me on considerably. I looked back to see Sally fingering her cunt as she watched our daughter.
When I was satisfied with her licking job, I reached down and grabbed her roughly by the hair and pulled her to her feet. She hadn’t said a word since this began and she didn’t start now, other than making some unintelligible noises in her throat. She must have still been in great pain from swallowing my cock earlier. She would soon forget that pain. I grinned to myself.
I looked at Sally and asked her to go to the garage and get some rope and a knife. She grinned excitedly and ran out of the room. As I held my young daughter by her hair, I bent her head back and pressed my lips to hers, my tongue pushing violently into her willing mouth. She went limp in my arms as our kiss became passionate. I knew at that point, from that kiss, that she would do whatever I commanded of her, that she would be our willing slave.
“You know this is right, don’t you Alice,” I asked as kindly as I could. I looked into her eyes and could see the answer. But I wanted to hear her say it. I insisted for an answer, yanking at her hair. She could barely choke out her ‘yes’. I smiled at her pain. “You’re mom and I are going to enjoy this very much, though you might not.” I am sure the evilness of my smile scared her for sure that time. She has hardly looked at me in the eyes since then.
Her mom came back into the room, reminding me that Billy would be home soon. He was a worry. How would such a small boy — small man, when he grew up — ever make his way in this world? I didn’t have that answer right then, so I didn’t worry about it.
I took the rope and knife from Sally and considered the problem beforehand. I realized there was something else I needed, that would work better than my original thoughts. This time I went out to the garage and rummaged around till I found what I was looking for — two heavy duty screw hooks. I also found a light hammer and took that back to Alice's room with me.
She was on the bed between Sally’s open legs. Sally was teaching her how to eat pussy properly, using my belt as incentive when she wasn’t being satisfied. I got to work through the moaning and groaning of my wife’s pleasure, and the occasional sharp slap of the belt on Alice’s back.
Using the hammer, I tapped on the ceiling to find two joists about four feet apart. I took a hook and screwed it up into each of them, then tested them for weight. They were solid. I took the rope and cut two pieces, tying one end of each piece to a hook. Then I waited till Sally was satisfied by my daughter’s mouth. After Sally’s orgasm passed, I roughly grabbed our slut daughter by the hair and drug her under the hooks.
I had her stand on the stool I pulled over from her vanity as I tied each of her wrists above her head. I then commanded her to step off the stool and I took it away. As the weight of her body pulled at her outstretched arms, her toes barely touched the floor.
“Ohh my God,” breathed Sally. “Look at how beautiful she is like that.” She was right. I had never seen such a beautiful sight before. Her young slim body stretched out tightly caused her young, budding chest to stand out. Her mounds pushed straight out, her nipples hard and pebbles. I watched as she struggled against the pain, the muscles of her young body rebelling at the agony she was just starting to feel.
My cock grew hard again as I watched her. Sally grabbed my throbbing tool and started jacking it back and forth, her fingers unable to wrap completely around my shaft. “Take her, baby. Make her your total cock slut. I want to watch your hard throbbing daddy cock break our little girl.” I nearly came as she said this jacking my cock.
I moved over to our helpless girl and reached out to grab both of her nipples. I pinched them hard and mercilessly. I wanted to hurt her. Sally wanted me to hurt her. I couldn’t stop myself now. I was in this the whole way. I let go of her nipples and began slapping young breasts. Back and forth I slapped them wondering at the beauty as the skin turned red. Over and over I whipped her tits with my hand until Sally gave me my leather belt. “Make them bleed, baby,” she smiled at me.
I began spanking her tits hard with the belt. I smiled as I watched long deep red welts appear across the top of her young breasts, the beautiful flesh glowing with blood. I whipped her tummy a few times which brought out fresh screams and moans of pain from her abused throat. I whipped her tummy and tits until my arm grew tired. My cock was throbbing harder than ever and I wanted it in her cunt.
I walked close against her, pressing my cock between our bodies. I kissed her hot nasty mouth. I reached down and squeezed the firm sexy mounds of her ass. I moved around against her until I found what I wanted, my cock head at the opening of her virgin pussy. I didn’t care if she was wet or not. I didn’t care if she was ready for me. I just wanted my cock in her pussy.
Sally urged me on, “Yes, baby, yes. Rape our stupid little daughter. Teach her how to please a man.” And with that I shoved my cock into her virgin pussy with one hard thrust. Her scream of excruciating pain only added to my lust. The tightness just before the breaking of her hymen was intensley wonderful. The feel of her young bleeding cunt wrapped around my throbbing cock was too much, and I came inside her. My jism flooded her pussy and ran down her legs as I rested my head on her shoulder.
My cock was still halfway hard and still buried in her tight cunt. I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to get hard again. I began moving against her, giving small but urgent thrusts with my hips. I knew my cock was still thick and long enough to fill her, and I enjoyed that. Keeping up those movements finally did the job and I began to hear a difference in her moans as my shaft came to full attention again.
I began to fuck her for real this time, knowing it would take a lot longer for me to cum again. I fucked my little girl as she hung from the hooks in the ceiling. She voiced her pain with each thrust I made, my cock ripping her open. I saw her blood on my tool, lubricating my motions. I must have poounded in and out of her for ten minutes, maybe fifteen or twenty, i really don’t remember. But I was getting tired now and I wanted to cum. I pulled out of her pussy and moved around to her backside. I got to my knees and pushed my face between her ass cheeks, my nasty tongue seeking her ass bud.
Finding it, I pushed my tongue into her, drawing a moan of pleasure from her. I smiled to myself as I tasted her hot ass, loving the taste, as I loved the way my wife tasted down there. When I was satisfied, I stood up and pushed my cock against her backside. I reached around to grab her budding tits and positioned my hips against her ass.
Soon the head of my cock found its goal. Sally was on her knees between our daughters feet, her face pushed into the young girls abused cunt. I felt every reaction Alice had to her moms mouth, especially when Sally bit and pulled at the young clit. Then I thrust my hips upward, the head of my cock ripping into my daughters tight virgin asshole. It seemed to slide into her rather easily, what with her pussy juices as lubricant on my cock. She screamed harsher and louder than ever as I drove my cock mercilessly into her tight ass. Again and again I thrust upward until my whole cock was buried in my daughter. In the meantime, Sally had quit licking her daughters cunt and was now whipping it with the leather belt, making her jump around deliciously on my hard pole.
The frenzy of pleasure that was washing through me was almost unbearable, but I didn’t want to cum just yet. Oh no. I wanted to give my slut daughter all the pain she could handle. Me ripping her asshole apart as her mother beat her cunt with the belt. It was about then that I saw Billy’s huge eyes peering into the room. If anything, all that did was make me harder. He watched as I roughly fucked his tie-up sister and his mom tortured her young pussy. I came harder than ever, shooting a huge load of my cum into my daughter’s asshole.
“Billy’s home,” I said casually. Sally threw a startled glance at the door and saw him.
“It’s okay honey. Come on in,” she invited gently. It occurred to me that Sally had always treated Billy a little differently. She didn’t treat him like a boy. And not like a girl either, really. It seemed that maybe, deep down, she had hoped for another girl and was a little disappointed to get a boy. She was always gentle with him. Always loving with him, kind of like the way two females are with each other. I smiled to myself. Maybe she was right. The way I saw it, she had just lost a daughter, in a way. Maybe Billy could take Alice’s place. And, I wouldn’t mind sucking on a little boiclit. I grinned even harder.
I watched as Sally took Billy into her naked arms, assuring him that everything was all right. He looked around somewhat unsure, but Sally just held him close, pressing his head against her ample, naked breasts, as she gave him an explanation. She told him of how we were so disappointed with his sister, and how she never paid attention, the way he did. She told Billy of how her and I decided that the only thing his sister was good for was to be our new pet. When Billy asked what that meant, his mom patiently explained that from now on Alice had to do whatever she was told, no matter what it was. She explained how we were punishing his sister for being stupid and not paying attention. He looked around, still confused. The next words to come out of his mouth nearly floored me. “Who is going to be your little girl now, mommy,” he asked with tears at the edge of his eyes. He was so sincere and honest.
“Billy? Would you like to be our little girl now?” I asked him gently. When his eyes lit up in response, I could see Sally’s shock. He looked me straight in the eye and nodded his head yes. “I thought so, honey,” I said, and took him in my arms. I could feel his relief at finally being allowed to be what he thought he should be. The tears in his sweet eyes were of happiness. Sally came close and embraced us both.
“Come on along you two,” she encouraged. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m hungry. And I need strength if we are going to think about a new name for our beautiful little girl here.” She smiled happily down at her new daughter as we walked out of the room. Alice was still tied up.

-the end-

A Night On The Town


Hi, my name is Chas, and my wife just can't get enough. She just really get's off being naked in public and having her body used for the pleasure of men, fucked in all her holes, whipped, spanked, you name it she love,s it. If anybody had told me eight months ago, that I had a cum bucket slut of a wife and would soon be letting any man, in fact groups of men, strip her naked and abuse her body how they wanted, to humiliate her, use her as their slut, I would have told them they were off their head. Anyway, to my story.

A NIGHT ON THE TOWN.

This story is about some of the men at a pub we visit some Fridays wanting to take me into the next town and to take photos of her being fucked in various positions and locations around the town, this is about that night.

It started with me arranging to meet early on one Sunday evening at the pub. We had decided on a Sunday so as there not to be so many people about. I had got there first to help plan the trip and decide what they were going to do with her. We had arranged the outing by the time Christine had got there and in about all ten men were going. I had agreed to this a couple of weeks previous, as we do not go every week now so as to make it more interesting when we do. Christine had dressed sexy, had tarty makeup on, and freshly shaved all hair from around her cunt and ass hole so she was bold and smooth.

We all climbed aboard one of the guy's van and made our way to town. They had her thong off and her tits out as soon as we were in the van, and all the way there they where touching her up with fingers probing her shaven cunt and ass, and her tits and nipples were pinched and mauled. Christine had cum half a dozen times by the time we arrived. We parked in a multi story car park on the fourth floor in the centre of town, and they decided to make this the first location.

We told her to strip to just her high heels. As she did this, she then said ok who's first, and how did they want it. One of the men came over and took Christine to the edge of the level and told her to bend over the waist high wall, then spread her ass cheeks as he was going to fuck her ass. He spit on Christines asshole to lubricate it then eased his cock into her tight hole, then with all his cock in began to fuck her hard until he came up her asshole. All the time Christine was moaning and crying out for him to fuck her ass real good. Anybody below who looked up would of seen her tits and her being fucked. Dave the landlord was taking photos during all of this.

We decided to move on and the guys gave Christine a short jacket to put on saying not to bother with any other clothes. It was held together with only two buttons at the front and just about covered the cheeks of her ass. I felt as horny as hell watching her walking around naked underneath it. She got quite a lot of looks and comments from other men we passed in the street and we all watched her having fun bending over in front of men showing all her ass and sometimes unbuttoning the two buttons and flashing her tits and shaven cunt at passer byes.

The next location was a monument in the centre of town. Christine stripped off the jacket and was stood against the cold stonework. The men gathered around as she wrapped one of her legs around one of the men’s waist and was given a good hard cock up her cunt for the first but not last time that night. She tried not to make to much noise, but I'm sure several people must have heard her moans of lust, more photographs were taken. This carried on in several more places, by the town hall, bus station, railway station, the town hall, in a gents public toilet, and a couple of shop doorways with my wife getting a good shagging or giving a blow job. We were seen a few times but they were happy to watch the performance, and a couple of young guys joined in as well.

The evening was still reasonably young so we decided to go and look for a club. On the way two men stopped us and asked if she was for hire. Dave the landlord said how much had they got. The stranger said they only had ten pounds each. Dave said they could have ten minuets each with her. He took their money and her jacket and we watched as she was lead naked down an alleyway nearby. She looked a real whore, her ass swaying and her tits wobbling as she walked down this dirty alley way to be fucked. The first man said 'get down on your knees bitch and suck my cock’.

Christine knelt down and got his cock out then took it in her mouth. You could see she was tasting the precum on the tip by the way she licked the bell end. She was well into deep throating him when we saw a pair of hands pulling her hips up. Christine was put into the doggy position and a cock was rammed up her cunt. His hands were holding onto her tits, mauling them. I started to think what a right slut she looked naked on all fours in a dirty back alley with two men fucking her at both ends, and a group of men and her husband looking on. There were even a couple of down and outs who were living rough in the alley watching my naked wife getting well and truly fucked. They had their ten minuets, both cumming deep in her mouth and cunt. They told Dave it was the best fuck and blow job they had ever had from a tart, and that we had a real filthy whore for use there.

We carried on and found a club in one of the more sleazy sides of town, which suited us. Once in Christine went to the ladies to clean up a bit. As she walked in, Dave and me saw a couple of women nod to each other and follow her in. We both walked over and looked through the partially closed door. We heard them comment to Christine on how much cum there was on her. Christine said she had been receiving a good shagging earlier.

They went over to her and said they would help clean her up and removed her jacket. They washed her body playing with her tits and pinching her nipples in the process. We saw them lead her to a makeup table and sit Christine down on it. They said they were going to lick her cunt clean. It must of been heaven having their soft tongues lapping around and inside her cunt by the way she was moaning.

When they had finished they each got out a large vibrator from their bags and inserted them into her cunt and ass. I'm sure they must of heard her in the club crying out when they switched them on to full power and fucked her hard with them, bringing her to several orgasms. They also used their fingers to wank her off, inserting all their fingers, then their fist into Christines cummy, large cunt. Afterwards, they gave her some makeup and perfume and she got dressed, and they left the ladies. On the way out they said looking like that she would probably get a lot more cock that night. We heard her say that she hoped so, they laughed, kissed her and said she was such a slut.

All the guys were watching and participating in her having a good time dancing with them and lots of men, and also getting touched up a lot when they discovered she was nude under the jacket. Fingers and hands were squeezing and probing her ass and cunt with the cheeks of Christines ass being on view most of the time.

The look on her face when there was an announcement over the disco that Christine, one of the guests tonight was going to put on a performance on stage, was a real picture. Dave had gone and had a word with the manager. I could see the doors of the club being locked as she got on the stage to a roar of cheers and whistles. The music started and she began to dance, swaying her body around, gyrating her hips, and flashing her ass to the music. The audience was shouting to get them off so she removed her jacket and carried on dancing in just her high heels. Most of the audience were men but there where some women including the two from the ladies toilet that she had meet.

There were a lot of cheers when a couple of men climbed onto the stage and danced with her. They were rubbing their hands all over Christines body, and wanking her off on stage in front of all these people. The two women shouted out to give the slut what she wanted a good fucking so she was lead to a table that had been put on the stage and pushed back onto it. We all cheered as her legs were parted and one of the men went down on her, licking her clit and pushing his tongue right inside, the other man was squeezing and pinching her tits making the nipples stand up hard and red.
They then got their cocks out and fucked her cunt and face, the one telling her to suck his cock hard as he was going to fill her mouth with his cum.

During this more men had got on stage and formed a cue to take their turn with Christine. As soon as one cock had finished there was another to take it's place in either of her holes, fucking her hard until they came. I lost count of the amount of cocks that went up her and the loads of cum that she swallowed. Several men liked to push their ass into her face and tell her to lick their ass holes. I saw her pull their cheeks apart and lick all around the rim then push her tongue in as far as she could. They loved her giving them a good rimming while they watched other men fucking her cunt hard.


The women that were there were urging the men on telling them to fill the slut with cum, cover her in it. Christine was shouting out 'who was next in line to fuck this slag, and who wanted to shove their cock up her ass' there were always plenty of volunteers to use her how she wanted. The men were calling her a filthy cunt, a meathole, and a cum drinking whore, among other things, as they lined up to gangfuck her ass.

After quite a while some of the women said they thought I ought to be punished for being such a cum loving, cock sucking slag, and with that she was lead to some pillars and tied standing between them arms and legs apart. The manager produced a whip with lots of strips of leather, (he said it was left over from a cabaret night) and the women all took it in turns to whip Chrisine with it. I heard one of the women tell Christine that she was a cock sucking cumslut, and she was going to love whipping her tits and her well used cunt. Then she spat in Christines face and laughed. You could see the throngs of leather must of stung her as they brought it down across her back, ass, tits, and the insides of her thighs and smooth shaven cunt by the way she strained against the rope and her cries of pain.

Everybody was enjoying the spectacle watching Christine writhe about and hearing her moans of pain and ecstasy as she came whilst being whipped. I lost count of how many times I saw her cum during this. The women also used the whip handle and some vibrators to wank her to a climax with, and some more of the men decided to have second helpings while she was tied up and fucked her ass and cunt again hanging on to her tits as they did so.

After, Christine was untied, and was then lay back across the table, and the men were encouraged by the women to piss over her. Several of them did and we all joined in. The warm liquid running all over her body, face, and hair. One man told her to open her mouth so she could taste it. His piss splashed onto her lips and in her mouth filling it, other men wanked over her adding their cum to her piss covered body, then wiping their cocks on her face and tits.


By the end of the night she looked exhausted. As she sat still naked at the bar having a drink, she said her cunt and ass ached from the amount of cocks and objects that had been shoved in them, and from the whipping. Everybody laughed at this comment. One guy said, he bet her jaw ached as well with all the cocks that had been shoved in her mouth as well. Christine laughed and said it did. After she had finished her drink and cleaned up some of the mess her body was in, we decided to leave, the manager telling us to come back whenever we wanted to. Dave said we would. Her jacket had disappeared so Dave told her she would just have to walk back to the van naked.

We left the club and made our way back to the car park keeping to the backstreets so as not to fall foul of the law, with Christine wearing just her heels and dried cum. To add to her humiliation, we let anybody have her who wanted to, telling them that she loved walking about nude in public asking to be shagged, (which is true of the slut anyway) and they could use her as they wanted to, and most of them did in doorways, against lamp posts and parked cars.
One of them taking her to a piece of waste ground nearby and laying her face down on a dirty old smelly mattress. He was yanking her head back by the hair and fucking her ass hard. Hell, he made her cry out as he pounded the shit out of her. Then after he had cum, he told her to suck his cock and balls clean. Dave made sure he got photographs of it all.

Several of the men asked if she was for hire for private parties, Dave the landlord said she could be if the price was right, and only with him and me present, (they now know that I am her husband and is with me on our Friday nights). We took plenty of orders for her, one guy asked if she was into bdsm as he wanted her tied spread-eagled between two posts after she had fucked all the guests at his party so they could spank and whip her ass, tits, and cunt. He was told that would be a fair bit extra. He agreed. so it looks as if she's in for some more fun now in her new role as our whore.

We finally got back to the van and made our way home. Back at the pub, several more of the locals who were drinking there took a turn with her, especially when Christine had gone inside still naked and smelling of cum. They had all added theirs to it before long. It was agreed Dave and the locals could still fuck her for free. By the end she had made a bit of cash that night, and Christine and I had enjoyed our sexual activities that evening. Dave had a lot more photos for his and our albums and behind the bar.

-the end-

Kristen Begins Her Training


PREFACE

For years, Kristen had known something was missing from her life. Although content, Kristen always felt a huge void, as if she wasn’t the woman she was supposed to be. She had a husband she loved, beautiful children, and a good job; in all appearances, she had the perfect life. However, as Kristen took stock of her life, she knew better than anyone perception was definitely not reality.

Over the years, Kristen searched for something to fill the emptiness. She tried various activities at her local health club, became treasurer of the school PTA, changed hair styles, even tried different things to spice up her love life but every time, the empty chasm remained. As the months and years went by, Kristen resigned herself to the fact she may never find what was missing.

Often, when home alone, Kristen would visit an adult web site, reading erotic stories, often imagining herself as one of the female characters in various stories. Ultimately, she would find herself sprawled out on her bed, her beautiful body void of clothing and her favorite vibrator buried deep inside herself. During her imaginary sexual exploits, Kristen discovered the emptiness often felt as if it had been filled, even if for a short period of time.

One particular story changed her life. As she read it, she was amazed by the author’s ability to pull her into the story. Kristen felt as if she was actually living the words, sentence by sentence, paragraph by paragraph, scene by erotically wonderful scene, entranced in his world of erotic make-believe.

Kristen read this story several times and quickly rushed to her bedroom and brought herself to an immediate climax as she relived the story-line in her mind. Her pussy was incredibly wet, more so than normal and her orgasm was one of the most intense she had ever felt. As she lay sprawled in her bed and recovering from her self-inflicted fucking, Kristen continued to feel a powerful connection to this story.

Still gripped by this erotic chronicle, Kristen threw on a pair of shorts and sweatshirt and immediately logged back into the web-site, re-reading the story slowly, line-by-line. As she did, she again found herself extremely aroused; her hands trembling, her heart racing out of control. By the middle of the story, her long, sensual fingers had found their way under her shorts, slowly caressing her swollen clit. Her hips subtly rocked back and forth to the steady rhythm of her fingers.

Kristen was finding it difficult to concentrate on the story. Once again, she was driving her slender fingers deep inside her self as she envisioned herself as the author’s daughter, her Daddy fucking her young pussy, pounding her deeper and deeper. Kristen was no longer reading the story, she was in the story. Kristen closed her eyes and immersed herself in her own variation of fantasy as daddy’s little girl, fucking herself wildly until she exploded in another intense orgasm.

Of the dozens of stories she had read, she had never before contacted the author directly. In this case. she felt compelled to do so. Clicking on the link, she found her fingers quickly putting her thoughts and emotions into text. As she finished, she nervously hit the “send” button and drew a deep breath, uncertain of her action.

Moments later, she logged into her e-mail and, to her amazement, she had received a reply from the author. As she read the reply, Kristen found herself more intrigued by the man who wrote the words that still had her body trembling with arousal. She quickly found him to be warm, caring, intelligent, and she discerned a certain strength and power in him.
Every fiber of common-sense and experience told her to be careful but her heart and her libido were guiding her elsewhere. The two exchanged Instant Messenger screen names and were soon chatting. Within minutes, Kristen felt as if she had known this man forever. The conversation flowed naturally as they discovered how much they had in common. Even before she opened the pictures he e-mailed to her, she felt an unbelievable attraction to this man.

As she continued to converse, Kristen began to sense a feeling she had not felt in years, if ever. In that moment, Kristen knew what had been missing; she needed to serve and this was the man she needed to serve. Within days, Kristen had committed herself to serve her new Master.

Finally, she felt whole, as if she now had a purpose. Serving this Man, doing anything to please Him, was her calling; a calling in itself that made her pussy drip with excitement and anticipation. Serving this Man, she quickly learned, also had an immediate impact on her sex life, sparking a new passion between her and her husband.

With this, Kristen’s training had begun.

TRAINING BEGINS

Kristen eagerly absorbed her new role, adapting quickly to His guidance, leadership, and mentoring, serving her Master without question. While many women would be offended by being talked to as He did, Kristen was remarkably turned on by the sound of His voice; being called His “cum-slut” or His “little whore.”

Unable to sleep last night, Kristen tossed and turned, eagerly awaiting the sun to rise and give her the first opportunity to prove her loyalty to her new Master. Painstakingly, she watched the clock advance slowly, minute by minute, hour by hour until the clock read 7 A.M.

Rummaging through her closet, Kristen selected a low-cut short-sleeved shirt and a tight, mid-thigh level skirt. Standing in front of the mirror, she carefully eyed her reflection. Even though she was thousands of miles away from Him, she wanted to look her best. The tight material of her shirt accentuated her full 38D breasts and the skin-tight skirt outlined the sensual contours of her hips and thighs. Kristen completed her outfit with a pair of 3” black high heels. Even though she only stood 5’3” tall, she cast a striking image.

After re-checking her hair, make-up, and shiny lip gloss, Kristen ensured she had the list of instructions from her Master tucked safely into her small handbag and excitedly set off for task one. As she drove to her destination, Kristen felt her heart beating rapidly and a tickling sensation between her thighs as the excitement coursed through her body.

Arriving at her destination, Kristen found a parking slot next to the rear entrance of the mall. As she walked inside, she felt her legs grow weak. As excited as she was, she was also extremely frightened. In her 36 years, she had never done anything like this. In fact, she had only had five sexual partners since first becoming sexually active at 21 years old. Other than the occasional pornographic movie or dirty talk in the bedroom with her husband, she had led a conservative sexual existence. Embarking on today’s journey was a momentous leap into a world of submission, obedience, service, and a connection with her darkest fantasies.


As she searched from store to store, her nipples hardened beneath her braless shirt, standing erect like beacons for the lustful glances and smiles from the men she walked past.

As soon as she entered the store, she was greeted by a handsome twenty-something man. Standing in front of her petite frame, he towered over her with his six foot, two hundred pound athletic frame.

“How can I help you today ma’am?” he asked.

“Well, I have a problem. I have a party to go to tonight and I need a pair just like these, only with a 4 inch heel,” she said, pointing to her shoes.

“No problem. If you’ll follow me, we’ll see what we have that might interest you” he replied.

“Thanks” Kristen answered, following him towards the rear of the store.

“By the way, I’m Tony” the salesman said as he turned and offered his hand up for a handshake.

“I’m Kristen. Nice to meet you!” she answered.

“Kristen, that’s my mom’s name” Tony said.

Kristen didn’t respond, choosing to simply follow him.

“If you’ll have a seat here, I’ll bring you several sizes to choose from” he said as he directed Kristen to a plush chair. “What size are you?”

“Five” Kristen replied.

“Size five coming up!” Tony said in his best fake fast food drive-thru window voice.

Kristen sat down in the comfortable chair and awaited Tony’s return. She was certain Tony was able to sense her nervousness as her heart thumped against her chest.

“Here we go” Tony said as he placed three boxes of shoes on the floor next to her feet and knelt down. Kristen’s pussy was throbbing.

As Tony leaned forward to remove her shoe, Kristen gently opened her legs and revealed her uncovered pussy. The skirt she had chosen was chosen specifically for this task since it rode up her thighs when she was seated.

“Let’s see how this fits” he said as he raised his eyes. Kristen watched his deep blue eyes as they traversed her body, stopping when he saw her bare cunt not inches from his face. Tony stuttered as he did his best to pretend he hadn’t noticed her gorgeous pussy.

As he made eye contact with her, she noticed him blush as he stuttered, “These, um, these should look, um, look good on, um, look good on you Ms. um, I mean Kristen.”

Kristen had never been so aroused as she was in that moment. It wasn’t that she was attracted to
Tony at all; she wasn’t. It was the fact that innocent Kristen was showing her Master’s pussy to a
complete stranger; a man she’d met only moment’s ago was an arm’s reach away from her most secret
place.

Kristen opened her legs wider and felt a slight rush of cold air as it flowed up her short skirt and made contact with her damp pussy. A jolt of deviant electricity shot through her body and intensified her arousal.

Tony was unable to hide his curiosity, glancing at her exposed pussy then quickly glancing away. She saw his hand tremble as he applied the shoes to her feet. Once he secured the first pair, Kristen stood up, her legs opened slightly as she stood directly above Tony.

“These feel good!” she said as she sat back down. As she did, Kristen pulled her skirt a bit higher and spread her legs open a bit farther. This time, Tony did not hide his glances. He must have regained his composure and decided to enjoy the free show.

As Kristen looked at him, she saw a look of hunger come over his young face.

Kristen drew a deep breath as she readied herself to obey her next instruction. “Do you think I have a nice cunt Tony?” she asked nervously.

“Um, er, uh, excuse me ma’am” Tony replied.

“My cunt. You like it? Go ahead Tony, look at it!” she said reassuringly.

“Er, well, um, yeah, it’s real nice” Tony answered.

“Wanna touch it Tony?” she asked in her best seductive voice.

“I, uh, I can’t ma’am” he replied as he pointed to the mirrored glass bubble on the ceiling. “Cameras. I’ll get fired ma’am.”

“Touch it please Tony. Touch my pussy!” Kristen begged.

Tony raised his hand and moved it towards her thighs. As his hand neared her, he pulled it away. “I really…shit, I can’t!” he said.

“Tony, please, I’m begging you. Just reach up my skirt and touch my cunt…she’s purring for you” Kristen again pleaded.

Slowly, Tony inched his hand towards her pussy. Kristen squirmed with excitement as he neared her. In another instant, her body quivered when she felt his finger gently probe between her pouting pussy lips. As Kristen reveled in this erotic, naughty tryst, she wondered of other patrons could see her allowing this man to caress her bare pussy in plain view. Her voyeuristic behavior made Kristen feel wonderfully nasty. She knew this would please her Master.

As Kristen allowed herself to enjoy the brief clit-massage, she could tell he wanted to keep his finger in there longer but he quickly pulled his hand away.

“Anything else ma’am?” he asked.

“Nope” she replied.

“Well, let me put your shoe back on and we’ll ring this up.” He said.

“Tony, if I asked you, would you eat my pussy?” she whispered.

“Fuck yeah I would, are you crazy” he quickly replied as he finished putting her black heel back on her foot.

“Good. Thanks!” she said as she leaned forward and kissed Tony on the cheek. “You’re a sweetie” she added as she stood up and left the store without making a purchase.

Task number one was complete.

As Kristen navigated her way to Victoria’s Secret, she felt the cool dampness between her legs as she walked. Although she had been a bit apprehensive before her first task, the next one had her terrified.

Pausing as she reached the entrance, Kristen actually considered turning around and abandoning her mission. However, she knew doing so would disappoint her Master and would cost her dearly. Summoning courage, Kristen walked through the entrance and pretended to be a casual shopper.

After five or ten minutes of browsing, Kristen selected a red satin night-gown and approached an attractive sales clerk.

“Would you like to try that on?” the petite blonde clerk asked in a cute southern drawl.

“Yes, thanks!” she answered. Kristen then added, hoping the small talk would calm her nerves, “Where are you from? That’s the most precious accent.”

“Why thank you!” the clerk giggled. “I grew up in Beaumont, Texas and moved here to go to school.”

As Kristen stepped into the dressing room, she replied, “It’s cute. I like it!”

“I’m Jordan. Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“I will…thanks” Kristen replied.

As the door closed, Kristen quickly engaged the lock and hung the nightie on a hook. “God, how can I do this? She thought to herself. Kristen knew she must find the courage and strength to go through with her task. As she contemplated a strategy, she realized she now drew her strength from her Master.

Kristen closed her eyes and imagined holding her Masters cock in her hand, slowly stroking His thick shaft as she wrapped her lips around His beautiful head. Kristen allowed her visions to transition from scene to scene; her Master banging her cunt with His strong fingers, her Master bending her over and fucking her aggressively. As she directed the potpourri montage of sex in her mind, Kristen felt her pussy growing increasingly moist.

Reaching in her purse, Kristen removed the small 4” pink vibrator she had packed specifically for this assignment.
Kristen placed her back against the rear wall of the changing room and moved her feet about two feet out from the wall. Once she was sure she had a secure foothold, Kristen rolled her skirt up and exposed her cleanly shaved pussy.

“Here goes” she thought to herself as she turned the knob on the bottom and felt the vibrator spring to life. Kristen felt a swell of anticipation stream through her body as her hand crept its’ way towards her tight little hole. She felt her nipples stiffen, tickling her with excitement as they pressed against the inner material of her shirt.

As the rounded tip of the pulsating toy brushed her overly sensitive clitoris, Kristen whimpered out loud, “Oh G-o-o-o-d.”

Any fear she had felt a few minutes ago was now non-existent. Kristen was now lost in desire and completely immersed in her task. Slowly, she slid the vibrator up and down between her beautiful lips, her own wetness providing the necessary lubrication.

Her hand guided the tip of the vibrator to her tight hole as she slowly pushed her pink toy inside herself. Once inside, Kristen turned the knob to the highest speed, feeling and hearing the rapid undulations of the vibrator humming within her womanhood.

Kristen began to breathe harder as she slowly fucked herself in the dressing room. Her pussy was now soaking wet and the squishing noise emitted from her self-imposed fucking was a nasty bonus that only added to her erotic escapade.

As she expertly worked the toy alternately between her tight hole and swollen clit, Kristen began to moan softly, quietly at first, “uhn, uhn, uhn” between breaths. As her excitement increased, Kristen quickened her pace. Her hand now plunged the vibrator as deep as she could. Uncontrollably, she squealed, “Oh God!”

Her eyes were closed tightly as she imagined her Master buried deep inside her, his thick cock stretching her tiny cunt to its limits.

Suddenly, her assignation was interrupted, “Ma’am, are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine” Kristen replied, trying her best to mask her shortness of breath. All the while, her hand never stopped plunging her toy into her cunt.

Undaunted, Kristen resumed her assault. She closed her eyes again and pictured her Master’s cock in front of her face. She imagined opening her mouth and guiding his shaft into her slutty mouth, feeling the tip of his massive cock striking the back of her throat. Kristen imagined her Master fucking her mouth as she willingly gagged on his length.

Her pussy shuddered with excitement at every thought of her master. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit” she moaned over and over as she felt her orgasm building. Tightly, Kristen contracted the muscles that controlled her pussy, intensifying her pleasure.

Within seconds, she exploded. Electric pleasure shot through her body, terminating inside the ring of her twat and her tiny clitoris. “FUCK…OH GOD, OH GOD, YE-E-E-E-E-E-E-S!” she screamed as she came.

Once the wave of orgasm had subsided, Kristen took a moment to regain her composure, adjusted her skirt and placed the tiny vibrator upright on the bench inside the changing room. As she opened the door and stepped out, Kristen glanced at her toy one last time. She noticed it glisten with her own juices as it sat awaiting discovery by another patron or one of the store clerks.

“Are, um, are you sure you’re okay?” Jordan asked.

“Honey” Kristen replied. “I’m fine! That was fun!” she concluded as she turned and quickly exited the lingerie store.

Kristen smiled, proud of herself and content knowing how pleased her Master would be. Task two was done.

Kristen made a bee-line for the center rotunda of the mall. There, task three awaited. She actually looked forward to this task as it provided her an opportunity to prove her obedience, commitment, and loyalty to her Master.

Reaching her next destination, Kristen stepped into the small photo booth and closed the curtain behind herself.

Once inside, Kristen inserted a crisp five dollar bill in the payment slot and quickly stripped naked.

Once she was nude, Kristen positioned herself in various provocative poses and pressed the “Take Photo Now” button.

Within minutes, she held four strips of photos in her hand, 16 pictures in all. As she had been instructed, she placed half of the pictures in her purse and left the other half on the seat inside the photo booth.

Quickly redressing, Kristen exited the confines of the photo booth and walked confidently back to her car.

She beamed with excitement as she analyzed her accomplishments; three down, one to go. She smiled as she thought how pleased her Master will be this evening.

As Kristen inserted the key in the ignition, the gravity of the next task hit her. While she knew it took courage for her to complete the first three tasks, she was still uncertain if she could complete the final task of the day. She knew somehow she would have to beckon the courage soon. Her final task was only moments away.

Nervous, Kristen pulled onto the highway and pointed her car north. As she neared the exit, her hands gripped the wheel tightly. “I can’t do this” she thought to herself.

“You have to. Your Master demanded it” she heard a voice inside reply.

Fuck, get ahold of yourself girl!” She told herself.

As she volleyed arguments back and forth in her mind, she was barely aware she had reached her final destination.

As she turned into the parking lot, Kristen actually felt her becoming nauseous. “I can do this!” she told herself. “I must please my Master!”

Kristen drew in a deep breath as she placed her car in park.

Before she had pushed the power-lock button on the keyless entry device, a middle-aged salesman was already upon her.

“Hello! How can I help you?” he asked.

“Is Bill Whitt here today? I spoke to him the other day!” Kristen replied.

Bill Whitt was the senior sales manager for Baird BMW. Kristen had met him yesterday as she prepared for her task. However, Bill was unaware her interest in a new BMW was a ruse; a way for her to find a man suitable for her final task.

As soon as she met Bill, she knew he would suffice for her task.

“Let me have him paged. We’ll wait inside if you like” the salesman said.

“That’ll be great. Thanks!” she replied.

“Hey there Kristen!” Bill said as he approached her. “I’m so glad you decided to come back. You ready to take that Z4 M Roadster for a test-drive?”

“Yep” she replied.

“Let me grab the keys” Bill said as he briskly walked to the office. Within moments, Bill returned and handed Kristen the keys.

Feeling the awesome power of the sports cars’ engine was incredible.

“My husband told me I need to take it on a country road somewhere to see how I like the handling.” She said as she pulled out of the parking lot.

“Hmmm…we could old 129 outside town. It has some nice curves and hills” Bill answered.

“Great” she replied.

The drive out of town went quickly and Kristen soon found herself on Highway 129, one of the older routes into town.

Unbeknownst to Bill, she had reached her destination. Kristen slowed the engine as she pulled the car into the now-closed rest area.

Pulling the small roadster into a slightly overgrown parking space, Kristen killed the engine.

“What’s goin’ on” Bill asked inquisitively.

In an instant, Kristen transformed from a conservative married woman into a slutty seductress.

Without thinking, Kristen reached across the car and took Bills’ hand and guided it up her skirt. Bill pulled his hand away with a puzzled look on his face.

Even though this was part of her task, Kristen found Bill an attractive man. She estimated he was 55 years old but looked much younger. He had maintained his physique over the years and the only real sign of his actual age was his white hair. He skin was a beautiful bronze and his body still showed the signs of a man of athletic prowess in his younger years.

Kristen did not speak as she reached over and began rubbing Bill’s cock through his khaki Levi Docker pants. Bill flinched as her hand caressed his groin but he made no effort to stop her.

“Bill, please finger my pussy” she said, breaking the awkward silence. It was evident Bill did not know what to make of Kristen’s sudden advances.

“My wife…I’m, a, I’m married.” he stuttered.

“Me too. Our secret” was all she said. Despite his hesitation and uncertainty, Kristen felt his member growing hard beneath his pants. Sensing his excitement, Kristen unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Once his pants were opened, she slowly slid her hands inside his boxers.

“Oh God” Bill said. Before her hand made contact with his cock, she felt it springing to life.

“You’re not as shy as you thought you were Bill. Let me have that!” she said as she pulled his cock out of his loose boxers.

Without saying another word, Kristen leaned over the small center console and placed Bills’ cock in her mouth. His semi-hard cock immediately stiffened as her mouth encompassed his shaft.

“Wow…oohhhh” Bill moaned as Kristen teased him.

Stopping for a moment, she looked up at him, “You can touch me if you want!”

Kristen was startled as his hand went up her dress and began to massage her breasts. Kristen had intended for him to finger her cunt but it didn’t matter; that was not part of her task. Kristen resumed sucking Bill’s cock. Although he was not as big as her husband nor her Master, Bill had an impressive cock, especially for a man in his fifties.

Kristen licked the length of Bills’ shaft and teased his purple head with her tongue. Bill moaned as she worked her tongue and lips around his manhood. “Mmmm, yes, mmmm” he moaned.

As Kristen took his length into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down, she sensed it would not take long for Bill to cum. Bill was thrusting his hips up and down, matching the strokes of her mouth.

His salty pre-cum coated her tongue as she slid her hand under his cock and began massaging his balls. This sent Bill over the top. “AAUUGHHHHH” he moaned deeply as he shot his cum deep into Kristen’s throat. Kristen never wavered. Her mouth remained wrapped around his pulsing member as she eagerly swallowed every drop. As quickly as it began, Kristen sat up and adjusted her clothes.

“I think I’ll pass on the Beamer’ she said.

“Uh, yeah, uh, um, okay” Bill said, stumbling to find the right words.

Kristen didn’t speak on the drive back to the dealership. She would have but it would have been a nearly impossible task since Bill sat in the passenger seat, stunned by what had just happened.

After she dropped Bill off at the dealership, Kristen retrieved her car and drove straight home. While she certainly would have never sucked a strange man’s cock before, she did so willingly, eagerly today. Pleasing her Master was the utmost of importance and, if swallowing the cum of a stranger was the price she had to pay to be her Master’s slut, it was a price she would willingly pay.

“Sir, I would like to report to You that Your slut has done as You directed. I hope You are pleased Sir. I will be awaiting Your call” Kristen typed in an e-mail. As she hit send, a swell of pride overcame her.

My Master will be so proud of me.

Kristen was ready for her next training assignment. Later that evening, she learned she was correct; her Master was pleased with his cum-slut in-training.

-the end-

Nicki


Steve put down the heavy trunk he was carrying and turned to watch the small figure on the path far below struggling with two heavy suitcases. In the far distance, he could just make out his rusting Ford pickup parked at the end of the dusty road that wound up from the valley floor far below. His cabin commanded a view he never tired of. Unless, of course, he was carrying a fucking steamer trunk full of fucking rocks up the fucking mountain on the hottest fucking day of the fucking year.

“God Damn bitch,” he muttered to himself. “Every fucking year the same fucking thing.”

Why couldn’t his sister just watch her own kid for the summer? Just because he had a disability pension and didn’t have to work; and just because he had a big place up in the mountains where the kid couldn’t get into trouble, his sister had been unloading his niece on him every summer for the past 10 years. Ever since Nicki had been 4 or 5 years old. Five short years after the stupid bitch had given birth to an unplanned and unwanted child. It still amazed Steve that those two self-centered brats who called themselves her parents had suffered through even those first five long summers without their precious vacations with their money-stuck-up-their-ass friends. They still lamented that sacrifice loudly and often.

Steve glanced back down the mountain path. He grinned, in spite of himself. He really did like the kid and all. He watched her struggle determinedly with those heavy suitcases. He knew she wouldn’t quit and that made him proud of her. He had taught her that.

He had to admit she was actually somewhat nice to have around after a couple of weeks. It took about that long for her to get over being spoiled and to get the ‘city’ out of her system. His sister and her no-good husband were too busy working to pay much attention to Nicki. They substituted cash and gifts for love and attention. As you would expect, Nicki was spoiled rotten. But she was more lonely than spoiled. Kind of like he was when she left at the end of the summer. He quickly shoved those painful memories out of his mind. They would come soon enough. He would deal with them then.

He picked the heavy trunk back up and headed towards his cabin in the distance. Shit, it felt like she was moving in for good this time. This was by far the most stuff she had brought with her, and that wasn’t counting the suitcases she was lugging. He thought he remembered hearing something about more shit on the way, too. UPS or something. Fuck! That meant even more fucking trips up and down the mountain.

When he reached the cabin, he put the trunk down heavily on the packed earth clearing that substituted for a front yard, turned and sat wearily on the trunk. He rested, wiping the sweat off with his shirtsleeve, waiting for his niece to make her way up the path. He knew better than to help her, or to offer any assistance at all. It was an understanding they had had from that first summer 10 years ago. She always insisted on carrying her own weight. This time, she almost was. Those damn cases were heavy!

It was hot today, hot for this early in the season, hot for this high up the mountain. Still, the sun felt good on his back as it warmed him through his shirt. He impulsively pulled the shirt over his head, baring his muscled torso to the sun’s rays. His chest glistened from the effort of hiking up the steep slope carrying the extra weight of the steamer trunk. He kept in excellent shape during the spring, summer, fall and most of the winter by chopping firewood for the entire valley. He did it for free, just for the exercise. And to keep from going crazy up here by himself. Only the deep snow kept him housebound. The neighbors thought he was already crazy to do it fur nuttin’, as they said, but they weren’t complaining loud enough for him to hear, yet.

He watched his niece struggle as she lugged the cases up the last section of the path to where he was sitting. Nicki wasn’t used to the altitude or the exercise and it showed. Her hair was messed up, her breathing ragged and she was sweating profusely. She dropped the heavy cases helter-skelter next to the trunk and collapsed on the ground.

“Moving in for good this time?” he asked.

“Huh? Didn’t Mom write you? She said she sent you a letter. They’re going to Europe or something and will be gone longer this year.”

“Shit!” He meant to say it under his breath, but apparently, some of it slipped out. Nicki’s face clouded and the excited light in her eye flickered and dimmed. He watched as a large tear dripped down her smooth cheek. Now he knew what shit felt like.

“Oh, Nicki, Hell! You know me. I didn’t mean that like it sounded. You know it’s not you, it’s your Mom. It’s just that, well, I just wish she would ask me first. Just once.”

“You don’t want me here, do you.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. Her shoes fascinated her at the moment. She wanted to hear him grovel a bit. It was another tradition. She always needed him, at least once, to say he wanted her to be up there with him.

“Oh, shit, yes! Of course I do. I look forward to you coming every summer. I really do. Honest! It’s like you belong here, you know? You always have a room up here with me. Besides, I can imagine, it must be hard for you, too, getting dumped off on old Uncle Steve, having to come all the way up here in the woods every year. It must be tough not to be with all your friends.”

“Nah, it’s OK. No big deal. None of them are home, either. They all go to camp all summer and sleep in big rooms with people they hardly know, different every year. At least I know where I’m going to be, have my own room, and who I’m going to be with.” She grinned up at him, and he knew he was forgiven for his outburst. “Besides, you’re not all that hard to live with, Uncle Steve.”

She had been looking at his face during this last part. She liked his face. It was so open and honest. Not tight and closed like her father’s. Nicki flushed red as this thought flashed through her brain.

Now that she had noticed though, she had to admit he was kind of good looking. His longish blonde hair was lightened by long hours in the sun. It gave him a kind of surfer look. His face was, well, not handsome in a pretty way, but its ruggedness deeply attracted her.

She was drawn to his strength. She liked how his eyes sparkled when he looked at her. They both had the same blue eyes. So did her mom. Icy blue, almost white. Against his dark cheeks, the contrast was startling.

Her gaze drifted down to his thickly muscled chest and she felt a funny twinge in her tummy. She blushed again. She was really feeling weird. It was the altitude, she tried to convince herself, but she knew better. She had felt the same way in the airport looking at that football player that was waiting for his flight. Her dad had introduced them and she had been so shy she couldn’t say a word. She had almost left a wet spot on the chair before they called her plane. She felt the same way now.

The muscles rippling across Uncle Steve’s chest as he moved stirred her. She remembered she had the same feelings when she had watched his tight butt as he walked in front of her up the path. She hadn’t needed to rest. She wanted to see his tight butt!

His bulging muscles had taken her breath away when he lifted the heavy trunk. He tried to pretend it was nothing, but it had taken her and both her parents to get it into the taxi. She felt the fluttering again, as she looked a little lower at his stomach. God! A six-pack! Even slouched as he was against the heavy trunk there was no excess. All muscle. All male...

Nicki felt her heart-rate pick up and another hot flash swept through her young body. She leaned back on her elbows and closed her eyes to cover her embarrassment. She could still peek between the slits of her eyelids at her uncle. She had never realized what a huge hunk of a man he was. Maybe, maybe he could teach her about some of those things...?

Steve watched her looking him over. He had been trying hard not to stare at her the whole way up the path to the house. When they had first started up the mountain, he had been behind her. He immediately noticed that she had developed a decidedly feminine ass over the past year. He thought back to when she had left and he knew she had not looked then like she did now. She had been a skinny kid then. He began to have trouble walking as he kept staring at that enticingly swaying ass, and at her first rest stop, he had moved in front of her.

As he looked at her now, hot and flushed from her exertions, he started getting hard again. Climbing the steep path to the house on a hot, humid day had plastered her thin cotton tee shirt to her young 15-year-old body. And God! What a body!

It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath that thin blouse. He had done her laundry for the past 10 years and he knew she had never worn one up till now. But someone should have clued her in. With tits like that hanging out in the open, he was going to have a lot of trouble keeping his hands off her. He shifted a little, relieving some of the pressure on his swelling cock. Her tits were just as he liked them. Not huge, but definitely out there. High, firm mounds capped by the lightest pink/red centers. Smaller than a quarter, with stubbornly erect nipples he could see poking up into the damp material of her thin shirt. He thought again of how she had looked when she left last September. Yep, she had been just a scrawny kid. He had hardly recognized her getting off the plane. Holy Shit, was she built!

He didn’t think she was aware that her unrestrained breasts were essentially completely exposed by the wet translucent material. As he watched her slyly scoping out his chest, arms and abs, he saw her tiny nipples suddenly perk up and poke out very sexily. What could she be thinking? A dark damp spot was spreading across the crotch of her tight shorts, too. It could have just been from sweating, but maybe...? His cock began swelling even larger in his jeans, causing a lump to grow down his right pants leg.

Nicki caught her breath, now that she had it under control. She had closed her eyes almost all the way shut and leaned back against the suitcase, resting. She could still see out of the slits in her eyes and had been seriously checking out her Uncle Steve. He didn’t look like any of the boys at General Parker Middle School. There were no guys at the high school she was starting next year that looked like him, either. They were boys. This was a man! Her heartbeat sped up, sending more strange fluttering feelings to her cunny.

And that thing in his pants! God! That couldn’t be his ‘thing,’ his penis, could it? If what her girlfriends told her she was supposed to do with it was true, it was way too big. It went all the way down his pants leg! And if what she had learned in SexEd was true, when it got hard and stiff, when a boy got ‘excited,’ he was supposed to fit his erection up inside her somehow. Geez, Uncle Steve wouldn’t be thinking about doing that to me with that, would he? Oh, God, would he? Do you think, maybe, he..., we...? Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad summer after all. Maybe she..., he..., they... But God! It was so BIG!

She had heard one of the girls talking about putting her boyfriend’s thing in her mouth and sucking on it. Most of the girls had thought that was gross, but Nicki wasn’t sure. She wondered how it felt. And some of the other girls had called the girl a slut and a cocksucker for doing stuff like that. Nicki didn’t do anything but listen. And think about it. But just thinking about it now, putting her mouth over Uncle Steve’s thing, well, just by thinking about it the tingling got stronger. That wasn’t all sweat that was leaking out of her cunny, either! With a little shudder, more stuff leaked out, and she suddenly felt very self-conscious.

Blushing bright red, Nicki jumped up quickly, unintentionally giving her uncle a nice little bouncing booby show. He enjoyed it immensely and almost applauded before he caught himself. Something told him not to embarrass her. She picked up her suitcases and headed for her room, leaving her semi-aroused uncle staring at her long legs and shapely ass as she walked by, and wondering if this summer would not be so bad after all.

The next few days were somewhat tense and unusually uncomfortable. Both of them were trying to figure out if there were new rules of behavior, now that there was another set of raging hormones in the cabin. There had never been two sexes there before. Nicki was a late bloomer. Fast, but late. So it had never been a problem with them, and they had been pretty casual about dress and closing doors and privacy. There had never been a need for privacy before.

There were several ‘accidental’ walk-ins when one or the other was in the shower or dressing. She was fascinated with his schlong, hard or soft. For two days, whenever they were together, it seemed to him she never looked at his face. Her eyes automatically fell to his crotch. He dug out all his bikini underwear for her benefit. Or at least that’s what he told himself.

On her part, she was oblivious to his stares at her newly developed body. She hadn’t had it long enough, or been exposed like most of her friends to a lot of gawking young boys to make her sensitive to male attention. She hadn’t yet learned to watch where a man’s eyes were focused. If she had ever looked up at Steve’s face, she might have noticed. But all she noticed was that fat tube in his shorts when he got up in the morning and went into the bathroom. She got a good look at it once when he was in the shower and she ‘had’ to go pee. It seemed to get a little bigger as he watched her use the toilet, but she wasn’t sure as he politely turned his back to her. She thought he had taken a longer shower than normal that morning.

Every year, the first week after she got to the cabin was an ‘off’ week. Her Uncle Steve would let her get used to the altitude, and no telephone, and no TV and no CDs and so on. They always did the same thing on the same day every year for that first week. The first couple of days they sat around and talked, catching up. This year they both did a lot of looking, as well. Then, to get her used to the altitude, he would take her on short hikes, one day to the caves down the mountain a ways, the next day they would hike to the lower lake and go swimming. This year she had forgotten her swimsuit at the cabin and stripped down to a thin tee shirt to go in. She really liked the way he looked at her and how he reacted to looking at her. That night she put all of her bras away for the summer. She decided she wouldn’t be needing them.

The next day found them at the top of the mountain behind the cabin and then the last day of the ‘off’ week they went to the high lakes and went fishing, if the ice was melted. The water there was really too cold to swim, but the cool air made her nipples poke out through her shirt. Again, she had ‘forgotten’ her sweater, and Uncle Steven had to put his arm around her to warm her up. The heat his touch generated in her quivering young body had nothing to do with shared body heat. It was more like the chemical reaction of two sets of raging hormones rubbing together. Maybe thermonuclear would be more appropriate....

In many ways, the week had gone pretty much like normal, but at the end of it they were both still unsure of how to act around each other. Sometime Steve thought she was just his little niece again, and he was cool with that. But increasingly, she was acting more like a little sex kitten. That drove him nuts and he just about got a blister on his prick jacking off at night. Then there was the issue about her disappearing without telling him.

Nicki kept sneaking off by herself, thinking she was slipping away unnoticed. Because, to put it bluntly, Nicki was horny. She was also inexperienced and naïve and a little bit shy about her new body and these strange feelings she was having. Her mother, as usual, didn’t have time to talk to her about the changes she was going through. The changes in her daughter’s body had happened so fast, she almost didn’t recognize her when she had come home from work early one afternoon. She had stared at this strange beautiful young woman, and then had gone into her office, ignoring her. Nicki had been hurt, but then, she had caught on at a very young age that she wasn’t very welcome in her own home.

So any sex education Nicki got, she got on the street. So many of her girlfriends had developed tits earlier than she had, that they had boyfriends and had started kissing. Nicki had had a body like a stick next to theirs until just last year and the boys just hadn’t been interested when there were girls with boobs available. When she had started to blossom, hell, when she exploded; she had been embarrassed by the deformations happening to her body. She covered up what was happening with the loose-fitting styles of her generation. No one noticed.

She was also terribly shy about sex and boys, but mostly sex. That didn’t mean she wasn’t curious or that she didn’t talk to her girlfriends. She was just not confident of herself, of what she had become. And the urges the other girls were feeling hadn’t been there, either. At least, until now. Just before she had left the city for the summer, her one best girlfriend had asked her if she had ever rubbed herself ‘down there’ and Nicki, even though she hadn’t, said she had. But she would only admit to once so her friend wouldn’t think she was a slut or ask her more about it. But it got her thinking.

As she got used to the altitude at Uncle Steve’s cabin, and the clean air, and the early nights – they went to bed when the sun went down – she finally did it, once. She touched herself down there with one slender finger. Over her panties. She liked it a lot. She touched herself just where the hair ran out. That’s where it felt best. The thin cotton of her panties kept bunching up and getting in the way so she slipped her finger underneath. It still felt good. Better, in fact, than through her panties. The tip of her middle finger traced up and down the firm lips of her cunny. It tickled a little, but she knew this was a move in the right direction.

As she played with herself, her knees came up automatically, spreading her virgin cunt open to her exploring fingers. She ran her hand up and down slow, then faster. She noticed her fingers were wet and at first she thought it was perspiration. But this was slimier, slicker. Her breathing became shallow, and she could feel something happening. She knew something was going to happen, she could feel it. But she didn’t have a clue what.

On the upstroke, a lazy finger grazed the spot right at the top of her slit. She gasped at the sensations that slight grazing caused. She had touched herself there before, yeah, but it had never felt like that. She touched it lightly again, and groaned. It seemed a little bigger, swollen like. So this is what her girlfriend meant. Gently she began experimenting with her new magic button. Rubbing it with her fingertip was good, but too intense, at least for the beginning. Rubbing it directly felt better later, when she felt she was ready to explode. What felt best right now was running two fingers up and down, one on each side of the swelling hooded button. And then there was the rhythm. Slow was good, but so was fast. Then faster. Now slow for a bit. And faster. And ....

She was afraid she had woken up her Uncle Steve with her screaming, but he hadn’t said anything at breakfast the next morning. She hadn’t meant to scream, but the feelings that had charged through her sweaty, heaving body had really surprised her.

It may have surprised her, but it still had felt like nothing she had ever felt before. It felt so good, she began playing with herself all the time, whenever she could. She couldn’t get enough of it. She had always thought she might feel dirty about doing it when the other girls had talked about touching themselves down there. All she felt was good! It was thrilling, and it was naughty at the same time.

She was rubbing herself constantly, day and night. During the day, she would stand at the corner of the kitchen table and let it poke into her crotch as she would rub up and down, forcing the corner against her sensitive swollen lips. She would position her chair at an angle and she would use the table leg, sometimes with Uncle Steve sitting across from her! He never noticed!

When she was out in the woods, she would find a large fallen branch or a fallen tree and straddle it, riding it to a thrilling shudder. There was one fallen tree in particular she liked that was just out of sight of the cabin. She could really let loose there, out by herself. She used the stairway banister with that wonderful funny knob on the end, she used the free-standing towel rack in the bathroom, the edge of the bathtub, the old exercycle with the busted seat in the basement. Basically, she dry humped anything she could find that she could get between her legs.

Every night she used her fingers before she went to sleep to rub herself to a shuddering orgasm. Or two. Or three. Every night, in her dreams, she had visions of huge sausages, writhing tubes of meat, snake-like monsters all looking at her naked virgin cunny. She would spread her legs wide in her dreams, inviting them to do something, anything. All the monsters ever did was rub against her. She would wake up in a frustrated sweat, somehow unfulfilled, knowing there was something more. She was still a virgin, even in her dreams.

Steve, for his part, was playing it cool. Or at least as cool as a pedophile could in this situation. No one in his family knew, but his sudden discharge from the Army was not for physical reasons. It was technically a medical discharge.

He had been an exemplary soldier, not too bright but not stupid, on his way up to a sergeant’s rank. He was the top ranked driver in the motor pool at HHQ. He had been discharged from the Army after banging six 12 year olds on a five-day field trip. The little girls hadn’t complained or turned him in. Hell, it had been their idea to come into his room night after night after night. He hadn’t even suggested it. It had been their fucking ugly teacher who yelled ‘Rape’ when she was caught in a compromising position by one of the horny brats.

He could get it up for those little girls any time they wanted, which, for those precocious Army Brats, was every time no one was watching. But it went limp-city when their teacher was under him. No matter how much she sucked on it, what she wore, or what she let him do to her, it played dead soldier. He hadn’t asked her into his bed, either. Hell, all he wanted was some rest!

The teacher had cried rape when one of her girls came into his room and caught them both naked with her tied to the headboard and him beating the shit out of her tits, just for the heck of it. He had been arrested and that should have been that. Her story was so weak, he would probably have gotten off with a note in his record. Except that during the investigation, the whole story came out when one of the little cunts was questioned. She broke down and told the whole story, then pissed her pants because she was afraid of what her father would do. To her, not Steve.

When the other five girls were confronted with the story, they confessed and told the same story, leaving no doubt that Steve was not the instigator. The shit really hit the fan, then. Two of the girl’s fathers were generals, and they didn’t want any publicity like this. Period. So Steve was discharged, honorably, and even finagled a disability pension on top of it. The US Army just wanted him gone.

Even with his leanings toward young stuff, Steve had never noticed his niece in that way. Hell, she was his niece, family, for Christ’s sake. But shit, did he notice her now! Maybe it was her boiling hormones that let off a scent or something. Or all that sticky stuff on the sheets. He noticed her hard young woman’s body now, that’s for fuckin’ sure! He also noticed how her long blonde hair looked better in twin ponytails. It made her look younger. He noticed that just a little makeup made her look outstanding, especially red lipstick. He began dreaming of those ruby lips stretched tight around his hard cock.

Now that he had noticed her, he began watching her whenever he could. Following her out of the house on the second day, he almost laughed aloud when he came upon her straddling a log in the woods. If she hadn’t been screaming her orgasm to the wild, she would probably have heard him jacking off watching her. He arranged for a tree about the right size and the right height to ‘fall’ closer to the cabin, but with a convenient view from his deer blind. He also began placing convenient objects in her path, like the ‘old’ exercise bike in the basement floor. It had only taken a couple of minutes to weld the seat so that the horn was almost vertical and then to stack the boxes just the right way. She had spent several hours down there in the basement, humping herself on that old bicycle seat, unaware of the front row seat he had arranged for himself.

As he watched her become acquainted with her sexuality, he learned several things. First, she never penetrated her cunt. He thought that was odd unless she really didn’t know anything about how sex worked. Knowing his sister, that made sense. Second, he noticed it didn’t take much to light her jets. She could cum faster than any woman or girl he had ever seen. Third, she got excited, really excited rubbing her cunt on something. But she also got just as excited when she rubbed her asshole. Which she was doing more of as she got more experienced. It almost seemed she preferred it back there, when she could get at it, like on the upright bicycle seat. Fourth, she began, finally, to notice his reactions to some of her actions. Like him staring at her in skimpy clothes, or staring at her bare tits when she bent way over and poured his coffee. And she was repeating the things that turned him on, that made his cock rise. Fifth, he noticed she didn’t strip down to do it, except maybe at night. He didn’t know about that. He had only listened at night, not peeked.

After that first night when she had scared the living shit out of him with her sudden screaming, ol’ Uncle Steve began to listen at her door at night. He could hear the tell-tale bouncing bedsprings and the sloshing of a tight juicy quim being tormented with dainty fingers. He would let loose his throbbing cock and stoke it firmly, timing his cum with hers, her high-pitched squeals, now muffled in her pillow, announced her oncoming climax. There were several new stains on the wall next to her door and a funny bleach smell in the hall. She never noticed.

So the first week passed without incident. That all changed when they started their normal summertime routine.

Every year Nicki would help her Uncle Steve as he chopped firewood. When she had been a little girl, not much more than a toddler, she would pick up the scattered wood chips and pile them in a neat stack. Well, more or less neat. It got neater as she got older. It had been her way of helping, carrying her weight.

As she got older, she would do other things, some of them actually productive. He always had something for her to do near him because he honestly enjoyed her company. She had a ready laugh and was always chatting about something. Besides, it kept her busy, gave her something to do, and he always knew where she was.

Until she got here, he hadn’t been sure what she would do this year. That changed when he saw her at the airport. He decided then to let her take a more active adult role this year. He tried to convince himself that he had made his decision based on her physical size; she was taller, too, not just her physical attributes. When he closed his eyes, though, he could just imagine her bra-less tits bouncing in her tight shirts as she swung a light ax or used the two-man saw. The images of her firm ass in her tight shorts flexing with each stoke kept him hard most of the night every night.

Nicki came outside for the first workday after cleaning up the breakfast dishes - he cooked, she cleaned, as always. Steve handed her a pair of safety goggles, some new soft leather gloves in her size and a new lightweight ax. He pointed silently to a stack of dried logs waiting to be split and smiled. A more experienced girl might have said he leered lecherously. Ok, Ok. The corners of his mouth were tilting upwards and several teeth showed. So you decide. What would you be doing in his shoes?

Nicki understood what he wanted her to do and she was thrilled. She didn’t even notice his expression. Finally, she was getting to do the big people stuff. She attacked the pile with youthful vigor, never giving a thought to how sore her muscles were going to be from all this unaccustomed work. Or for the erotic show she was putting on for him. It was everything he had imagined and then some. She kept going and going, stroke after stroke, matching, or nearly matching his output. She didn’t notice he seemed preoccupied, and was not splitting as much wood as he usually did. She just wanted to make him proud of her, to show him she was grown up. In this case, that wasn’t really the issue. She was already shown him she was grown up. By the end of the morning, she was hot, tired and sore.

Sweat covered her hard body, slicking down her loose blonde hair to her neck, plastering her shirt to her body. She blushed when she looked down and realized she could clearly see her stiffening nipples through the thin fabric. She shuddered as a soft breeze chilled them, making them poke up quite dramatically. Looking up quickly, she saw Uncle Steve grinning at her as he watched her near naked body in the bright morning sunlight. It was the first time she had caught him looking at her body, but he was too tired to care. Fuck it. She looked damn good.

She was embarrassed by his stare, but thrilled, too. Really thrilled. Excited by his bold gaze, she decided to push it and see what happened. Her gloves came off slowly as she pulled each finger up and then took the glove off her hand. She didn’t know it, but she was mimicking a strip teaser. Uncle Steve knew it, and his prick reacted accordingly. Nicki noticed that, however.

As she teased him, her eyes were glued to his crotch. As she shook out her sweaty hair, she reached into the back pocket of her tight shorts and took out a bright red scrunchy. She gathered her hair up into a ponytail to keep it off her neck and out of the way. She noticed his ‘thing,’ his cock, jerking and swelling as she seductively posed for him. It thrilled her to think she could do that to him, to make him excited. Being naïve, she didn’t know that by Spring, Uncle Steve was so horny, he would fuck a sleeping bear, and nearly had, one year.

From the reaction she saw in his cutoff shorts, Uncle Steve apparently liked it when she had her arms up and her hands behind her head. She kept her hands behind her head for longer than necessary, fussing with hair that didn’t need to be fixed, teasing him. When she turned around and wiggled her butt at him, she heard a groan escape from him. Teasing him, she turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. His face looked awful red and she gave him a happy, almost innocent smile.

Deciding to continue and to see what else he liked, she nudged her gloves off the log she had laid them on. She had to lean over the log with her butt towards Uncle Steve, then reach way over and get them. Which she did. Slowly. She even managed to drop them two or three times. That wasn’t hard to do because her arms were so sore and she could barely reach them by stretching out on her tiptoes.

She knew her shorts were tight when she was standing up and that they would be even tighter now. What she didn’t know was that the wetness from her sweat and her cunt juice made the fabric stick to her so that it formed to every curve. It was like a second skin, showing her slit and puffy lips, her ass crack and even the little dimple of her asshole. Uncle Steve was getting quite a show. And he was enjoying it immensely.

He walked over to her as she was leaning over the log, her feet just barely on the ground. He placed a leather-gloved hand in the small of her back, ostensibly to steady her, so she wouldn’t fall. Actually, his firm hand pinned her to the log. He tipped her slightly forward. With her feet now off the ground, she had no leverage and she hung there helpless.

He moved in behind her and leaned over her back, pressing his own sweaty body against hers.

“Need some help, Nicki?” He tilted his hips up and pressed his swollen cock up against her stretched ass cheeks.

“N-n-n-no. I almost have them. But you can steady me, OK?” Her breathless voice caught as he punctuated her ass with his prick. Her ass wiggled back against his cock-swollen pants.

Steve stayed where he was as he watched her struggle to reach the gloves. He leaned in a little bit, pressing tighter against her ass. He reached down to hold her around the shoulder blades, thinking to hold her by the shoulders and dry-fuck against her fabulous butt. But just as he was reaching down, she finally got a firm hold of both of the gloves. She arched her back to raise herself up. This had two effects. One, her ass flexed up against his crotch even harder. Two, his gloved hands missed her shoulder blades and ended up slipping around her chest to grab firmly onto her tits.

“Oooooohhhh! Pull me up, Uncle Steve.”

She loved the feel of his strong hands on her boobs. To prolong the feeling, she locked his hands in place by bringing her arms down to her sides. She still was teasing him and didn’t notice he was beyond teasing. When he didn’t move to lift her up, she wiggled her butt impatiently and turned to look at him over her shoulder. She giggled when she saw him standing there with his eyes closed.

The “little girl” giggle did it. He went over the edge. This was no longer a game to him. Too fucking bad if she was his fucking niece. His hands squeezed her firm tits suddenly, and she gasped. The rough leather of the gloves rubbed against her sensitive flesh and a bolt of energy surged from them straight to her tight little slit. She bucked against the log, spreading her legs, rubbing her clit on the rough bark and her ass on the hard cock behind her. Her legs bent around his legs automatically. She locked her ankles around the backs of his thighs and urged him closer to her. She rhythmically ground her pussy into the log. Uncle Steve picked up on her erotic rhythm, squeezing her tits and humping his crotch against her ass in the age old beat.

After several minutes of this frantic stimulation, a tremendous flash of lightning hit her brain, cunt, tits and ass at the same time. She screamed in wild orgasm, shaking in his grasp, feeling electrified all over and oh, so good. Her first big girl climax with a man left her limp and unconscious in his arms.

As she came to, she thought she was dreaming again, but this time the dreams were different. This time, the monsters were tickling her, one of them was brushing up against and actually poking a little ways into her cunt and another monster was nosing firmly into her asshole. But this dream felt different, too. Oh, God! It wasn’t a dream! Please don’t let it be a dream. It feels so good. Oh, please!

Nicki was still head down over something, but it wasn’t the log. This was narrower, and closer to the ground. She looked up and saw her glove lying near her head. When she went to grab for it, she found she couldn’t move her hand. Neither one. Confused, she looked back at her hands and saw they were tied at the wrists to her ankles and that each ankle was then tied to a leg of a sawhorse. She was spread wide open.

Her shirt had either dropped or been pulled so that it bunched around her neck, exposing her bosom for the first time to male eyes. Her naked bosom, anyway. And that flash of hot pink around her left ankle was her shorts. She couldn’t wear panties under those shorts. They were too tight. Oh my God! She was tied up, bent over a sawhorse, her naked butt sticking up in the air and her bare boobies bouncing with every breath. And she was loving it! She could feel the juice running down her legs from her cunny.

She thought back to those dreams, those things poking at her privates. She looked back through her spread legs. And gasped! Uncle Steve had taken his shorts off, too! And it was bigger than BIG, it was HUGE! It looked angry, it was so stiff and red. But there was the cutest little slit at the top of it with a delicious looking drop of fluid seeping out. It looked like a big, make that huge, lollipop. With a thick stick. She wanted to touch it, kiss it even. He was on his knees behind her, and seemed to be leaning in...

“AAAAAAAAARRRGGGGHHHH! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!”

“Welcome back to the living, Nicki. Did you have a nice nap?”

“Oh, Wow, Uncle Steve. I never felt anything like that before. And just now, what did you do?”

“You mean this?” She spasmed in her bonds, screaming. “Or this?” He did something else to her butthole she hadn’t felt before. She screamed again.

“Oh, geez, Uncle Steve. The first one, but they were both nice. Better than nice. It felt fantastic.” She paused, breathing heavily. “Uh, Uncle Steve, did we just do ‘it’?”

“If you mean, did we just fuck, no, we didn’t do ‘it’.” He leaned down to look at her upside down face. “You mean you don’t know what ‘it’ is?”

“Well, er, uh, kind of, but, uh, well, not exactly. I know it takes a man and a woman and he puts his thingy in-”

“His WHAT?”

“His thingy. You know, there, that thing there.” She tried to point with her nose at his pecker, but, having straightened back up, that wasn’t the mouth he was staring at.

“You mean this?” He reached down with one hand and grabbed his rampant cock. He shifted so that he could move the tip up and down the inside of her left leg.

“Oohhhhh, yesssss. That. That thing.”

“That ‘thingy’ is my cock. And this is your pussy, or your cunt. This little rosebud here is your asshole.” Uncle Steve punctuated each of her holes with a kiss and/or a probe with his tongue. She just lay across the sawhorse, shivering with each touch. He repeated the lessons several times. He continued his licking, kissing and probing with each lesson, listening to her gasps and groans.

The longer she didn’t ask to be released, the bolder he got. He still wasn’t sure how far he would or should go right now, but now he was sure that sometime – soon - he would be fucking his little niece. And not just her cunt or her mouth. Uncle Steve wanted Niece Nicki’s ass. He was fixated on it. He was going to have it and soon. Maybe tonight? Maybe. Hell, probably.

“Cock. Cunt. Pussy. Asshole. Got it?”

Oh, yeah. G-g-g-g-got it, Unce’ Stev. Ooooooohhhh. Oh, Uncle Steve, your cock. Is it really hard? How does it fit up me? Oh God. I have so many questions.”

“Shit, Nicki, don’t they teach you city kids anything at school? I’ll bet you’ve never even seen a cock before, have you?”

“Huh-uh.” She shook her head ‘no’.

“Well, shit. How’re you supposed to practice being a good little cocksucker? We’ll just have to give you all the practice you need this summer. How ‘bout that, huh?”

With that, he tipped her over a bit more, moving her head down under the sawhorse and towards his cock. As her head swung around, he pointed his cock right at her mouth. His aim was good. As it got close, she opened her mouth, wide, then wider still. With an audible plop, it was in. And it kept coming!

Without her hands, she couldn’t control the depth. She gagged a couple of times as it whacked into her tonsils. Then she relaxed her throat, swallowed and forced it down into her throat. Uncle Steve must have liked that a lot, because he yelled down the valley. After he was done yelling and moving it in and out real hard, he buried his face in her cunt and she didn’t remember much after that. She thought she felt her asshole being stretched, as if he had poked two or three fingers in it. Mostly she just remembered his iron prick sliding in her mouth and throat. It got bigger, then it jerked and she had to swallow some salty, fishy tasting stuff. And she had never felt so wonderful in all her short life.

After he untied her and helped her up, they decided to take the afternoon off. With the amount of work she had done this morning, Steve knew she was going to be worthless the next couple of days. But he thought he could find something to keep her mind off her aches and pains.

She had seemed pretty submissive during the time she had been tied up and he decided to see how far she would carry the submissiveness. If he were lucky, she wouldn’t know any better and would think it was normal. Hell, it was worth a shot. He took her into his arms and held her tight, her arms held captive between their bodies. She stood there meekly, looking up into his eyes. He kissed her forehead and then told her what he wanted her to do, how he wanted her to look and what to wear. He waited for some resistance, but saw none in her adoring eyes. With a swat to her bare bottom, he sent her scampering back into the cabin.

He picked up the work area a bit, putting away the discarded tools, clothing, and gloves. He went into the cabin’s living room and sat down in his overstuffed easy chair. The stack of mail from the Post Office was still sitting there from last week’s delivery. He sorted through it, liking that there were never any bills. Mostly junkmail, but it helped keep him informed of what was available in the real world.

He had just found his sister’s letter when Nicki came down the stairs into the living room. He tried to remain cool and calm when he saw her, but it was impossible to keep his prick down. She saw him stiffen and giggled. That added to the effect and he gave up.

“Shit, Nicki, you look great! Just fucking great!”

“Really? You don’t think I look too young? Or do you like...? Why, Uncle Steven! I do believe you’re a pervert! You want me to look like a little girl!” This tickled her for some reason, and she down ran the remaining steps laughing and jumped into his arms.

She had done her hair in twin ponytails, red lipstick, a too-tight cutoff tee shirt and tiny thong panties. A little girl slut look. He was in heaven

She sat on his lap and let him touch her for a long time. Finally, she was squirming, her ass writhing directly on top of his iron prick. That reminded her of something.

“Uncle Steve? Can I practice some more?”

“Huh? Practice what?”

“You know, with your thing.”

“My what?”

“Oh, yeah. Your cock. Can I practice sucking on your cock?”

“Is that all you want to do? Just suck on it?”

She blushed. “N-n-no.” She took a deep breath and looked at him wistfully. “I don’t know anything else to do, I mean, I’ve never done anything. But I want to learn about everything, and I want practice a lot so I am good at it, too.”

“You want to do everything?”

“Uh-huh. Everything. Especially the stuff you like to do. I want you to have fun, too.”

“Oh, well. OK, then. I guess you can practice. We’ll do some of the other stuff later. Something I really like, OK? You know, you really do need the practice. But if you want to be really good, you can’t use your hands.”

“Really? Gee. I want to be the best, uh, cocksucker I can be. For you,” she added, smiling at him.

“Alright then, let’s get you started. Stand up and turn around.”

She did. He took a short cord from the pocket of his cutoffs and looped it around her wrists that she had automatically placed behind her back. Then, he took a longer cord and tied it tightly around her waist, leaving a long end hanging down in front. Reaching through her legs, he grabbed the hanging cord and drew it up between her legs, hard into her cunt. He looped it over the waist belt in back and then drew it back through her legs. He had her turn around and face him. Her face was flushed and she was gasping for air. She was feeling things she had never felt before and she just couldn’t seem to catch her breath.

Being tied up scared her a little, but she felt safe with her Uncle Steven. Looking at his tented pants, he obviously liked doing it to her. It felt exciting, too, making her little slit wet. She decided she would let him tie her up anytime he wanted. All the time, if that’s what he liked. It was kind of funny, the way his hands were shaking from his excitement.

She watched him as he tied off the loose end of the crotch rope at the waist belt. He made it tight, then he pulled it tighter still. When she wiggled her hips to adjust it a little, the crotch rope slipped between her cunt lips and rubbed right against her magic button. She just about fell over from the intense pleasure.

Uncle Steve helped her to her knees so that she was between his spread legs. He unzipped his shorts for her and his prick sprang out. He held it for her while she captured the swollen head between her ruby red lips. Her eyes looked up at his for approval and he nodded his pleasure at her. She just held her head there, not knowing what to do. Gently, he took her head between his hands and showed her how to move her head up and down. He instructed her to move her tongue, and suck. Above all, no teeth.

Nicki was a good student and diligently practiced the elementary movements he had taught her. He leaned back in the chair as she bobbed slowly up and down his hard shaft. Reaching over, he picked up the discarded letter.

“Dear Steven. Derrick and I have a wonderful opportunity we just can’t pass up. He got a promotion and a transfer to the European office of his company. I was able to get a posting in my company’s European office, and a promotion to go with it! I’m sure you can see what a tremendous opportunity it will be for us, but we’ll be too busy with our new jobs to take care of Nicki. I’m sure you won’t mind. It will only be for a couple of years,....”

He put aside the unfinished letter and looked down at the petite blonde head bobbing enthusiastically up and down between his thighs.

Nah. He wouldn’t fucking mind at all....

-the end-