Lartmada

Like any 18-year-old boy, I have an insatiable curiosity about the mysterious. In my case, it was the mansion that was located in the woods behind my house. The road to it wasn’t far from my boring little ranch home where I lived with my parents and younger sister. The private road was blocked by a small gate that could only be accessed with a key card. Closer to the mansion, a 10-foot stone fence ran around the property that covered at least five acres. Another large gate guarded the driveway.
Someone lived there, for there were always people driving up and being let through the gates. Yet I had never seen the owners.
Naturally, I was curious. My curiosity was only peaked one Saturday night when I counted seven cars driving up to the gate and being admitted. There must be some kind of party, I decided. This would be the perfect time to explore it. Oh, I had explored around the area during the day, checking out ways to scale the fence, but I had never actually done it. Under the cover of darkness, however, I felt emboldened. Tonight I would check out this mysterious place and see for myself what goes on there.
My parents are early risers, so they usually go to bed about 9:30 and let me stay up on the weekends. My sister Becky is only 13, so she had to go to bed about the same time as the folks. I waited until 11 p.m., to make sure everyone was asleep before I snuck out of the house and headed into the woods.
I had brought along a rope, a knife, and a small flashlight. I knew where I was going, as I had scoped out the most vulnerable place days before. On the west side of the property, a limb of a large oak tree had nearly overgrown the fence. I climbed up it and edged my way out. It wasn’t quite long enough, so I tossed one end of the rope over another limb above my head and tied it off to the limb I was standing on. Then I tossed the rest of the rope over the wall and let it hang down inside the fence. Carefully, I placed one foot on the wall and swung over, pausing for a moment to check if there are any guards or dogs patrolling the property. I waited there, motionless, for about three minutes, before I was satisfied that I was in the clear.
Climbing down, I left the rope where it was for an easy getaway. I knew I was taking a risk, as any patrol might see it, even in the dim light from the floodlights that lit up the entry to the mansion about a 100 yards from my position. Treading cautiously, I moved from tree to tree as I approached the house. I quickly spotted a window along the west side, near the front, that seemed well protected by bushes. I could hide there and peek inside to see what kind of people where coming here to this strange place. I made it to the window without difficulty and crouched below the frame. I looked around. It was much brighter here and I felt exposed. If it wasn’t for the bushes, I’d probably be spotted. I had just started edging up to peer inside when a noise caused me to jerk back and duck behind a bush. A car! I heard the tires first on the gravel drive, then on the brickwork right in front of the main door. It parked close to me, the headlights washing over my head before they were abruptly shut off.
I stayed down low until I heard the door slam and the occupant’s footsteps receding as he approached the main door. Then, moving in increments, I crept back to the window and peeked in, dying to see what was going on inside.
When my eyes cleared the sash, I froze, transfixed by the sight before me. I was looking from a window through what appeared to be a den to a door into a large foyer. But what grabbed my attention – indeed, I couldn’t take my eyes away – was the figure of a nude woman, crouched on a small black platform raised about a foot or so off the floor. When my eyes grew accustomed to details, I could see that she was a pretty blonde who had been fastened down in some way. Her left arm – and, I assumed, her right one as well, though I couldn’t see from this angle – was held to the platform by a metal link that was attached to a thick leather bracelet she wore. Her neck, encased by a leather collar, was trapped close to the platform by a short chain that was clipped into another ring. She could move her head from side to side, but that was all. Right now her face was toward me, but she had her eyes closed. The platform was short, so her legs had been brought up under her body, forcing her on her knees, her naked white ass up in the air, her calves and feet hanging in the air. Her knees were resting on a white pillow. Two more leather cuffs around her thighs just above her knees were chained to the end of the platform. In that position, she could hardly move at all. What the hell was going on?
My eyes were drawn to the cleft between her legs. Even from across the room, I could see she was open, her pussy glistening in the light. I couldn’t see any hair. The area around the cleft appeared to be red and I wondered if every girl’s privates looked like that. I had never seen any myself.
The doorbell rang as the latest guest arrived. I moved to the very edge of the frame, afraid of being caught, yet fascinated by the scene at the same time. A man in formal clothes – a butler? – walked past the girl and out of my vision on his way to open the front door. He completely ignored her. I could hear some mumbling as greeting were made, then the butler reappeared with the new guest beside him, taking his coat and hat.
The butler disappeared from view again, and the guest paused to take in the naked form of the woman. He said something inaudible to the butler and laughed at the response. Then he did something that made my eyes fly open wide – he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, which was quickly growing hard. He stepped up between the girl’s legs. She tried to squirm away, moving her ass around, and switching the position of her head, but there was nowhere for her to go. He grabbed both cheeks firmly and steered his hard cock into her. I could hear her cries clearly as he thrust back and forth cruelly. I almost ran to her aid. Since I was a trespasser, I stayed where I was. Soon the man spasmed, clearing coming inside her, then pulled free. Without another word, he zipped up and walked on, out of my vision. The woman sagged a bit. I could see a white fluid leaking out of her onto the pillow. When she turned her head my way again, I spotted tears flowing down the side of her beautiful nose.
Crouching down again, I crept along the wall toward the back of the house, trying to learn more about this dangerous place. The next two windows were dark, so I skipped them and edged closer to a lighted window near the back where music was playing inside. There were fewer bushes here, so I had to be very careful. Coming up to the very corner of the frame, I peeked one eye into the light and stared.
Inside, there were naked girls everywhere. Some were sitting on their haunches wearing collars to which leashes had been attached. The leashes were held by various well-dressed guests — and not all of them were men. There were girls being fucked, either sitting on a gentleman’s penis forced to bounce up and down, or bent over some furniture while being impaled, or locked in strange devices. Others crouched between a man’s – or woman’s – legs, licking private parts.
In the center of the room, there was a blond fastened into some sort of apparatus that held her upright with her arms and legs out from her body, her back exposed to the crowd. I could see red marks on her back, ass and thighs. An elegant woman holding a whip brought it down hard on her again, causing her to writhe in her bonds. Everyone watching laughed. A man stepped forward and shoved what appeared to be a dildo – yes, I may be naïve but I know what one looks like – up between her legs. He fiddled with it and the girl reacted. I suddenly realized it was a vibrator and he had turned it on. She apparently enjoyed the sensation for she threw her head back, her mouth agape. The woman with the whip struck her again, giving her pain with her pleasure and the girl jerked spasmodically, caught between the two sensations.
My god! I’ve stumbled onto a sex orgy!
I continued to watch, fascinated, my eye roaming from one scene of debauchery to another. Near a couch, two men held the naked body of a girl horizontally between them, her knees up, rocking her back and forth, while a third man stood between her legs, his cock in her, fucking her without moving. On a table under a bright light, a girl lay on her stomach, naked and motionless, while a man wielding a ink gun applied a large tattoo to her bottom. I could only read the first two words: “Property of.” Another girl stood over a small basin, legs wide apart, letting a guest shave her pubic hair with a razor. He was taking his time, shaving a small area, then rinsing the soap in the basin before returning to his work. One girl was sitting on a low chair backwards, her arms and legs firmly tied to it, while a line of men with hard cocks out waited their turn for her to suck them off. Her mouth worked obscenely on each penis, licking and sucking until she was rewarded with a spray of sperm. By now, the fluid from several men was running down her chin onto her breasts.
Naked girls with trays were serving drinks and hors’deourves, and they weren’t spared either. I watched as one girl carrying a tray of champagne glasses was pushed over to a guest sitting on the couch with his cock out. She was forced to straddle his cock and sit down on it, while keeping her tray of drinks steady. When he reached up and pinched a nipple, she jerked, spilling one glass. The man laughed, made her put down the tray and marched her over to the apparatus. After a few words, the whipped girl was brought down and the serving girl was put up, only this time facing to the front. She was firmly tied in. The man took two clips and fastened them to her nipples, then hung weights from each one. He made an adjustment and rotated the apparatus so the girl was facing the floor, the weights pulling her nipples painfully. After another adjustment, the girl’s legs were swung wide apart. He got in between her legs and began fucking her, the apparatus rocking back and forth on gimbles, while the weights jerked back and forth, yanking at her breasts. She cried and jerked in her bonds, helplessly.
I felt sorry for these girls, yet I was unable to move from my perch. I knew I should call the police or tell my parents, but my libido held my back. I just wanted to see more. I couldn’t help but reach down and stroke my own hard cock.
The man had finished with the girl, but two other men took his place. One placed his cock between her legs and the other forced her head up and made her take him in her mouth. In concert, they rocked the apparatus back and forth, each getting their satisfaction while the poor girl endured another bout of weights pulling on her breasts.
Another girl came into view from a corner of the room that had been out of my vision. She was an amazing sight: She was completely hairless, from her bald head to her shiny legs. She was, however, covered in sperm. It was on her head, her face, across both breasts, her stomach and legs. When she turned away from me, I could see ropes of it across her ass. I wondered what had happened to her. I was soon to find out. Wherever anyone was fucking or sucking, she would hang close, almost touching the participants while making pleading faces to the men. If they were so inclined, they would pull out at the last moment, and spray her with their cum. She reacted as if she had an orgasm as well, writhing in the air as the ropes of sperm touched her. I wondered if that’s why she was bald – so she could better feel the impact of the fluid on her skin. Did someone train her to be like that? Were they all trained? Why else would these girls subject themselves to this sexual torture?
These girls did everything anybody wanted of them, with little complaint. Those who did complain were threatened with, or given, terrible punishments. I could imagine that after a while the girls became brainwashed, willing to do anything to please their masters – or mistresses.
It seemed strange that the women who were clearly guests would go along with this degradation of their sex. Yet they seemed to be full participants. Some of these women had girls on leashes, kept close by for pleasuring themselves or for the amusement of the other guests. One of those, an older woman, was sprawled on a couch, dress pulled up, while a young girl tongued her between the legs. They had both been in that position for as long as I had been watching at the window. The woman, who held tightly to the girl’s leash so she couldn’t move away, must’ve had five orgasms by now. As I watched, a man approached and spoke to the woman, who simply nodded abstractly. The man unzipped himself, reached down and pulled the young girl up on her knees. He placed his hard-on at her opening and pushed in, all the while the girl kept on pleasuring her mistress, trying her best to ignore the man fucking her. The girl was being bounced against the woman’s cunt, disturbing her efforts, but the woman seemed to pay no mind. Perhaps she was drunk.
Movement close to the ground caught my eye and I saw a naked girl creep into view from behind a couch. She was small, about 20 years old, with brown hair cut short. She appeared to be fastened into some sort of strange device — a small, padded bench with short legs on casters. She was bent over it with her knees touching the ground, her legs dragging behind. The bench was clearly custom made, for I could see her breasts extending down through a large hole in the middle of the padded part. Silver glinted there and as she turned her body, I noticed clips pinching her nipples that were chained together. The way the chain hung, I could tell it was weighted down with something that swung between her pendulous breasts.
The girl’s thighs were bumping up against the back legs of the bench and I could see they were cuffed with short lengths of chain, allowing only limited locomotion. There was another thin chain, higher up, close to her hip, but from my angle I couldn’t see what purposed it served. Her hands were cuffed to the crosspiece in front, keeping them off the ground. Her head was up on a small padded shelf that was welded to the front of the frame. Her collar was attached to it so she couldn’t move her head. The padding held her chin, keeping her face forward, rather than down. At first I thought that was so she could see where she was going. I was quickly proved wrong. Between her open jaws, a ring-like device was held into place by a strap around the back of her head. It gave her a grotesque appearance. Her chin was coated in drool.
As I watched, a man approached and got down on his knees before her. His groin was about level with her face. Unzipping himself, he pulled out a semi-hard cock and ran it over her nose and cheeks, allowing it to grow hard. The girl tried to move her head away, but she was trapped. Finally, he thrust the cock into the ring between her teeth, grabbed the sides of her head and began to fuck her face. The entire cart was shaken back and forth as he rocked her and she appeared helpless to stop him. She just endured it until he came, squirting down her throat. Because she couldn’t close her mouth, much of the sperm just dribbled down her chin, adding to the drool.
Another man approached and spoke to the first man. Together, they wheeled the woman around, giving me a clear view of her ass. Now I could see there were two chains on her upper thighs and what purpose they served. The chains ended in alligator clips, which were clamped onto each of her labia lips, front and back. The chains, stretching around her delicate thighs, caused the lips to be pulled obscenely apart. Her cunt dripped with white fluid. The second man dropped to his knees, pulled out his cock and plunged into her. She didn’t even try to stop him, not that it would do any good. She just lay there, spread out over that cart, seemingly resigned to her fate. I wondered what she had done to deserve this torture.
That’s when I realized what this place was – it was a training site. Young women are brought here to be turned into sex slaves. The ones who disobey are punished severely, until their spirits are broken. The woman on the bench and the woman I saw in the hallway were just two of the victims. Others were already conditioned to please any man or woman who demanded a sexual favor. In fact, some, like the bald girl, actually appeared to enjoy it. I wondered how long she had been here.
Now I was in a real dilemma. I knew I should call the police, tell them about what’s going on so they could save these girls. On the other hand, I was trespassing and sticking my nose into other people’s business. And there was no way I could testify about any of this. I had to stay out of it. If my parents knew what I was doing, they’d kill me.
So I decided to wait and watch. Maybe I could come up with another solution. The party lasted a long time. I observed hours of debauchery from my perch. Twice, I heard footsteps approaching and had to duck down into the bushes. Both times, the guards strolled on by. Apparently, they felt safe here, for the patrols seemed cursory.
To be continued…

There I was, one week before the end of high school. Going to college in the fall. Nice car, good family, friends. I had it all. So, what was I doing on my hands and knees in a video booth on the wrong side of town, dressed as a cheerleader with a cock in each hand, one in my ass and one buried in my throat?
It had all started a few months ago. I was locked out of my house in the pouring rain, and I went over to our neighbor’s to see if I could hang out with him until my parents got home. He was a cool guy, single, mid 30’s, worked for a software company, and drove a nice car. Had bought me beer behind my parents back once or twice. He’d been over to our house for dinner a few times. My father kind of avoided him but my mother got along with him well.
I knocked on the door and when he saw me, he let me in immediately. I stood dripping in the hallway explaining how I hated to bother him but could I hang with him until my parents got home. He cut me off and grabbed a towel and told me to get out of my wet clothes as he hurried upstairs explaining he’d get me something dry to wear. I waited until he disappeared, and stripped quickly drying off my muscular legs. I always felt weird about my body because even as a senior in high school, I had hardly any hair at all on my skin and my pubic hair was almost non-existant.
“Get dry, and go into the living room and get yourself a drink to warm up”, he shouted from the bedroom.
“Sweet!” I thought to my self and moved into the living room, wrapping the towel around my waist. I went straight for the brandy, and poured a huge glass, gulping it down quickly. It burned and I could feel the warmth spreading through my body. Two more went down quickly and I poured one more. Sitting on the couch I grabbed the remote control and turned the TV on. As the picture came on, I heard moaning and realized I was watching a guy fucking a young girl from behind furiously. In my fuzzy state, I forgot all about Jim upstairs and watched raptly, my attention glued to the screen. The camera angle changed and I could see his cock pumping into her little body. It was HUGE. I had never seen anything like it before and as she screamed for more, I was startled to notice he was in her ass! As she shrieked and moaned, he kept slamming it deep into her, pounding away. I was stunned she could take it all in her tiny frame.
The camera angle changed again and I gasped aloud. She had a cock too!! Suddenly I felt very confused as I kept my eyes glued to the screen. From the front she was a gorgeous woman yet her cock was bigger then mine. They rolled over and he grabbed her thighs spreading them wide to display her erect cock as he continued slamming his cock up her ass. I felt my own cock start to get hard when I heard a voice behind me.
“Quite a sight, eh?” I spun around to see Jim standing with a pair of sweats and a t-shirt in his hand.
“Umm, I didn’t mean, I..uuh…” I stammered the brandy coursing through my head.
“Don’t worry, enjoy it, let me get you something else to wear instead” Jim said, turning to go back upstairs.
Feeling like I had been let out of jail, I turned my head back to the screen n time to watch the guy pull out of her ass, grab her hair and start to cum all over her face. She moaned as his cum dripped down her cheeks onto her tits and sucked him deeply into her throat lightly gagging. She looked into the camera and smiled, cum dripping down her face and covering her full lips. My hand slid under the towel and rubbed my throbbing cock as the screen darkened.
I heard Jim come back downstairs as the next scene on the tape started, embarrassed, I got up and went to him as he held out a pile of clothes for me.
“Here you go, I think these will suit you just fine”, he said grinning. He flopped down on the couch and watched the TV as I looked through what he had given me. They were girl’s clothes! A short plaid skirt, white panties, and a white blouse and bra. The bra was padded to make it look like I had tits and there was even white stockings and a garter belt!! He also had handed me a pair of black high heels and a blonde wig.
“Uh, good one,” I said smiling nervously, “What happened to the sweats?” I asked.
“Those will do, now put them on.” He said. “I assume you’d rather not have me tell your parents you’ve been sneaking my brandy?”
Realizing I was caught, I dropped the towel and started to dress in the outfit he had given me. As I started putting everything on, I was amazed to see that my cock was still throbbing and hard. I turned my back to him as I finished, not wanting him to see my hard on. Finally I finished and turned around.
CLICK a flash blinded me as he took my picture. He took three or four more as I protested and put up my hands to cover my face.
“There, “ he said “ That should do. Now strut over here, honey, I want to see how you look.”
Teetering I walked in front of the couch. The nylons encasing my smooth thighs, brushing together did nothing to keep my cock under control as I walked to stand in front of him. I trembled as he leered at me, his eyes moving down my body.
“Excellent, now come sit on the couch with me and watch the movie” he said. I moved to the end of the couch opposite him and sat down. “No,” he said, “Next to me.”
Thinking of the pictures he had taken I slid down towards him. He put his arm around me and pulled me close to him.
“There, isn’t that better?” he said. I could feel my blood pounding in anticipation, hoping this would be the end of it. We watched in silence as he stroked my shoulders. Suddenly I realized his cock was sticking straight up out of his pants and his hand as slowly sliding up and down it.
“Now, slut,” he said “Here’s how it’s going to be. I give the orders, you take them. If not I make sure the pictures I took got to everyone in this city with internet access. Understand?”
I nodded slowly, starting to imagine what might be in store for me. His hand moved to the back of my head and pulled my face down into his lap.
“Wait, no… I’ve never… hang on” I stammered.
“Shut up and suck, you little whore” he growled as his cock head pushed past my lips. I moaned in humiliation as he pushed it into my mouth, trying to keep my teeth away from it. I was not as big as what we had seen on the TV, but it must have been at least 8 inches long, and very thick. I placed my hands against his thighs, trying to push him away but he was too strong for me as his hands forced my head down onto his cock. I could taste it on my tongue as he held my head firmly and started to pump his thick meat in and out of my mouth. I started drooling around it and moaning as he hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
“Mmmm, that’s it, slut” he moaned “ I knew you’d be a good little piece of ass when I got to you.” Suddenly, he forced my head all the way down, and slammed his cock up into my mouth. His cock forced into my throat and I started to gag again fighting to get some air around the throbbing invader. I pushed at his hips, but he held me firmly.
“Mpppgghhhhh…” I moaned, desperately trying to breathe.
“Just relax, you little cunt, you’ll get used to it”. He reached down with one hand to slap my ass and my body jerked forward, seating him even more deeply in my throat. He pulled out and I gasped and coughed as he swiftly shoved it all the way back in. For what seemed like hours, he mercilessly fucked my throat, giving me just enough time to gasp for air. After a time I could take it all the way into my mouth without choking and I could feel my nose grind into his pelvic bone with every thrust.
He finally pulled out of my mouth. I slumped over to the side exhausted as he grabbed my and swung my body around so my head was hanging over the edge of the couch, and my legs were sticking straight up the back of it. He quickly knelt in front of my head and forced his meat back into my throat.
“Mppghhhh… “ I gulped as he pumped it back into my throat. My skirt had fallen to reveal my cock throbbing through my panties and he chuckled softly as he stroked it through the silky underwear.
“I was right about you, you little cunt, putting up a fight and loving it like this.” I felt him spread my legs wide and slide his hand up and down from my asshole to the tip of my cock and back sending sparks through my body as his cock fucked my mouth viciously. Suddenly he ripped the panties off my body. “Let’s see what we’ve got here” he laughed. I could feel my face redden as he grasped my cock in one hand and slowly stroked it as he grabbed my balls and pulled on them firmly. Shocks of pleasure zipped through my body as I moaned louder around my mouthful of cock and he chuckled again.
He leaned forward and grasped my nylon clad legs under his arms, exposing me completely as I squirmed underneath his weight. His cock drove deeper into my mouth as I gasped for air. My jaw was aching and I felt his tongue pushing against my asshole. He nibbled at hit, his tongue banging against my virgin hole as if he were knocking on a door, eager to be let in. His hands kept pulling on my cock and balls as a new wave of pleasure ran through my body. I shivered and tried to move my tongue against his cock. Without warning, his tongue pushed into my ass and I moaned in lust. I ad never felt like this, so humiliated so horny. All I wanted was more. His tongue fucked in and out of my ass as he pummeled my throat.
All I could think about was how good this felt as he slipped his tongue out of my ass. I moaned disappointed, wanting more as he slid a finger into me and wiggled it in and out. My ass clenched onto his finger, wanting it deeper and deeper.
Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth again. I whimpered as his finger plunged into my ass and then pulled out a final time. He grabbed my limp body and placed me on my hands and knees facing the back of the couch.
“Spread ‘em, bitch.” He growled. I cried out in lust and humiliation as I opened my legs, my ass pointing at him, helpless. I knew what was coming and I felt like a bitch in heat as I heard him spitting on my ass. I felt his cock head at my ass and he muttered “This’ll probably hurt a little” as he started to push forward. His hand curled around in front of my face holding a small brown bottle under my nose. “Sniff it.” He said and I inhaled deeply as the pressure of his cock increased.
The lust and desperation I had felt before was nothing compared to this!!! As his cock pushed into my virgin ass, I screamed and wiggled my hips, not sure if I wanted him to pull out or give me more. It didn’t matter as he grabbed the back of my neck and forced my head against the back of the couch and continued to rape my ass with his engorged cock. I was whimpering incoherently as his cock slowly slid inch by inch into my tender ass.
Finally, I felt his balls slap against my thighs softly. They felt heavy and warm. I felt like his cock was going to come out of my mouth he was so deep in me.
“At long last,” he said “Now, hang on.” He pushed the bottle back under my nose, I inhaled deeply as he started to pull his cock out of my ass. “No, please, more” I screamed in my head as he left just the head in and slammed it back into me.
I shrieked in pain and pleasure as he began to truly fuck me. My head was spinning as his cock slammed deep into my rectum and forced it’s way back out. I wiggled my hips and slammed my body back at him, trying to get more of it in me.
Endlessly his cock slammed into my tight ass forcing more cries and squeals of exstasy from my lips. He held my hips firmly and pounded away at me, treating me like his own personal hole. He kneaded my ass as his cock thrust deep into my bowels again and again.
“Who’s little bitch are you?’ He asked grunting as he thrust deep into my ass.
“Whaaa….” I moaned, stunned.
His cock stopped pistoning in and out of my ass. Punctuating each syllable by slapping my ass he asked “Who’s…little…bitch…are…you?”
Understanding, I moaned “Oh god, your, yours, please fuck me, fuck me hard and deep.” I whimpered forcing my hips backwards, tryig to get his cock deep into my ass again.
He backed off causing me to moan “Beg for it, whore.” He said cruelly.
“Yes anything please fuck my ass!! Fuck it anyway you want. Anytime, anywhere, just please fuck my ass!! I screamed.
He plunged it deep into me again, pounding my hole even harder, I knew I was now a slave to his cock. I could feel it stretching my ass wide open as I gripped him and tried to get it deeper and deeper. He grabbed my throat, choking me and pulled me back harder onto his cock. I moaned, loving it as he held the bottle under my nose again. I inhaled deeply and my world exploded as every nerve ending in my tiny ass seemed to envelop his pounding cock.
With out warning he pulled out of me and twisted me around onto the floor. He positioned me upside down and pushed my legs back so my knees were on either side of my head.
“Open your ass, slut” he said and I reached up and spread my cheeks wide for him whimpering as he drove his cock back into my hungry little hole. He dropped his full weight onto me, driving his cock deeper into my ass as he pulled my balls using them for more leverage. My ass swallowed his cock milking it.
“Cum for me, cunt, I want to se you cum.” he said as I reached up to stroke my cock furiously. It was pointing at my face and it only took a few seconds before I cried out and began to shoot my load onto my face. My cum spattered across my face into my open mouth as I moaned feeling his cock swell inside of me. I had never cum so much in my life as I tasted my own load and clenched my ass around hos throbbing cock. With a shout he pulled out and just as I finished cumming , he knelt on the backs of my legs, pinning me down and forced his cock back into my mouth. I could taste his precum and my ass on it as he drove it into my throat. He pulled out and grunted loudly as he started to shoot onto my face.
“Eat it slut, get it all” he muttered as he shot jet after jet of sticky hot cum into my mouth. It ran down my cheeks, into my hair I swallowed what I could get moaning as he continued to use my mouth as his cum hole.
I lay there, exhausted as he took a few more pictures of me. My ass open and fucked raw, my face dripping with both his and my own cum. He chuckled and called me “Daddy’s little slut”.
Now, take a shower. Your clothes should be done in the dryer and be back next Saturday, 9PM. Tell your parents we’re watching the game, and don’t be late” he said.
I knew I’d be there at 8:30.
To be continued? Your comments will decide.

Our relationship started off normally. That is, our relationship wasn’t any different from anyone else’s. We’d go out on dates, to the movies or to dinner, and if I was lucky we’d have sex. Then slowly she began to get more and more controlling. She began to regulate my sex life. She told me that I’d have sex when she told me to have sex – only when she wanted it. I was not to ask her if we can have sex, but rather she would tell me when she wanted it and I would oblige. This was not a problem since we were both deeply in love and I would do anything for her. I wanted her to feel sexually satisfied and not sexually pressured. I am always in the mood for sex, but if she doesn’t want it I can always masturbate and wait until the time we are both ready.
But eventually she told me about my performance problems in bed. She suggested that I seemed distant and only doing it for my pleasure – that I was not paying enough attention to her. I was hurt, but willing to do what was needed to have a healthy, sexually satisfying relationship for the both of us. Evidently she located the problem. The problem was my pornography consumption. She did not want me to look at anymore pornography. I wasn’t really too keen on the idea, but she insisted that I give it a shot. She believed that if I concentrated my sexual energy towards her and her only that I might be able to, in her words, actually bring her to orgasm.
I knew that I was not terribly experienced with relationships and sex, but I was unaware of my inadequacy. I wanted to bring her pleasure, I wanted her to enjoy having sex with me, and I realized after she brought it up that I was quite sub-par. So I did what she told me. I stopped looking at porn and I tried to think of only her when we had sex.
But then she informed me that I still wasn’t living up to what she needed. I still didn’t seem to be passionate enough. I was rather boring in bed, she told me. So her solution was that I cut back on masturbation. In fact I was to stop completely unless she informed me that she didn’t plan on having sex for a while, at which point I could masturbate. I really didn’t want to do this, but as she frankly informed me I was atrocious in bed. I wasn’t going to let her slip through my fingers. I loved her. I needed her. She’s my bottom step in Maslow’s pyramid of needs. She’s more important than food, water and oxygen. I did whatever it took to make her happy.
The problem with not masturbating was that I finished way too quickly. Her fix to the problem was simple enough: I’d spend most of our romantic time eating her out and once she was near enough to orgasm then I was allowed to penetrate her. This seemed to fix the problem for a short period of time. Even though I knew I was quite inadequate in bed, we were able to find a solution and I felt good at having finally resolved the problem. In fact it worked so well that she asked me to move in with her. I was so happy about that. It wasn’t even a difficult move since she had all the things we really needed: like a double bed, refrigerator, TV, etc. I brought my essential personal belongings over, like CDs and stuff, which she put in a trunk under the bed: no need to screw up the decoration she style she had created.
We had problems when I moved in at first. I wasn’t doing my fair share of house work; I was messy and unappreciative of how hard she had to work for her job. So we divided up the chores. She told me that if I wanted to continue the relationship I would have to do at least 50% of the housework. Eventually she told me that it just simply wasn’t feasible for her to do the housework because she made more money than me and worked longer hours and I simply had no choice but to quit my job and take over the housework by myself. As unhappy as I was about this new arrangement she was right, as she always is. In order to get everything that needed to get done and maximize our income, I simply had to bite the bullet on this one.
But living together for a long period of time had a negative impact on our sex life too. What we were doing simply wasn’t cutting it for her. This was quite evident since in order to maintain a satisfying amount of sexual energy in the bedroom I had to spend six days a week eating her out without reaching orgasm just so that I could stay horny for her. And this was getting really difficult since it felt like my balls were going to burst most days, just waiting until I could orgasm for her.
Her solution was to get kinkier, which I was fine with me. What she wanted to do is introduce a little bit of BDSM into our relationship. She went out and bought handcuffs, riding crops and whips some huge leather boots and that was that for a little while. She’d yell at me, degrade me, call me a whore or a slut, whip me, punish me, constrain me and torment me.
Eventually we took it a step further and extended this foreplay to include whenever we were together and in private. Whenever she came home, she’d put on her bondage clothes and I’d lick her boots clean. I wasn’t allowed on the furniture; I had to sit on the floor while she was watching TV, sleep on the floor when she went to sleep, eat out of a dog bowl on my hands and knees during dinner. I waited on her hand and foot. She never had to lift a finger while she was at home. I dedicated myself to her. I was no longer concerned with my own pleasures and I no longer had to make decisions. In a sense I was finally free from myself, dedicating myself only to another. She controlled everything about my life; my clothes, when I was allowed to masturbate, when I could talk, what I was allowed to believe about politics (libertarian, BTW), EVERYTHING.
Unfortunately, love is fleeting. And when we had both fallen out of love and more into habit, she decided that it was time to move on. So, what she did was sell me to another mistress. Mistress Sandra, who happened to be crueler than cancer and colder in heart than Antarctica. She brought me a level of pain and bondage greater than I thought was possible…
[to be continued]

Ray couldn’t believe his good fortune. Not only had he not gotten in trouble for accidently ass-raping his cheating ex-girlfriend’s younger sister, but Charlotte was going to help him get back at Karen as well! Plus, he’d taken her out on two dates while her sister was away and he was starting to really like her, and not just because she was a hell of a lot of fun in bed. She was spontaneous, cute, funny, smart, and they were interested in a lot of the same things… she’d even liked the jazz club he’d taken her to! It was a hell of a difference from dating her older sister.
And now she was just as into him getting revenge as he had been before… honestly at this point he could have cared less, because he was content just having her, but she really wanted it to happen. He kinda thought that she might be a little turned on by the idea of him raping her older sister’s ass, and that she really wanted to watch. Maybe it was her own payback for past things done to her as well, whatever, he didn’t really care - he was just doing it to make her happy.
Happy she was too, she’d slipped a drug into her sister’s drink during dinner and now she was helping him carry Karen up the stairs and tie her face down to the bed… they were going to wait until she woke up before doing anything else though. It would be nearly as much fun with her asleep. Stripping her down they placed her on the bed, a bundle of blankets was placed under her hips to keep her ass in the air… they tied her hands behind her back and her legs to the bed so that she couldn’t go anywhere. Ray privately thought that Karen didn’t look nearly as good as Charlotte would in this position, and he wondered if she would ever let him tie her up like this. It might be worth it to ask eventually.
While they waited for Karen to wake up she sat on his lap on the bed and they kissed passionately, slowly divulging each other of their clothes. Charlotte had the ability to make him more horny than ever.
“Are you sure you want me to take her ass and not yours?” he asked, panting as her fingernails ran down his back.
“No,” she giggled at the expression on his face, “But we’ve already gone through all this trouble, and I really want to watch.”
Ray groaned at the lustful feelings she aroused in him and gripped her ass with his hands, kneading her butt-cheeks with his fingers. Their kisses became deeper and rougher, his dick was rubbing along the inside of her thigh and he longed to just plunge it into her body, forget Karen and fuck his new girlfriend raw. Just as he was about to lose control they were interrupted.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” They looked over to their side where Karen was now awake and glaring at them, Charlotte straddling Ray as they held each other.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” said Charlotte.
“WHAT THE HELL!” yelled Karen, “LET ME GO!”
Shaking her head in disappointment, Charlotte got off of Ray’s lap as her older sister continued to scream at them and picked up Karen’s panties off the floor. Balling them up, she shoved them into Karen’s mouth before her sister had realized what she was going to do. Now her yells were muffled by the fabric, and Ray looked admiringly at his girlfriend.
“Come over here and lemme lube you up honey,” cooed Charlotte, picking up the bottle of KY jelly and reaching for him. Eagerly Ray went to his girlfriend’s hands, his cock bouncing in front of him. She lathered him up as they watched Karen struggle on the bed… Ray mused that it was a good thing Charlotte was here, he didn’t think he’d be all that aroused by Karen.
But when he did get behind her, watching her jiggling buttocks, he found that he did want to part them, split them open… all his old vindictive feelings came rushing back as he watched her struggle.
“Decided to cheat on me with my best friend huh?” he snarled, pressing his dick into her ass as she shrieked and started struggling even more, Charlotte coming around to hold her sister in place and watch as he violated her ass, “Tell me that you want to wait for marriage and then you go fuck around with someone else.” He jabbed a few inches deeper and Charlotte smiled as Karen’s eyes popped. Looking around she opened the night stand drawer and pulled out her sister’s vibrator, turning it on she pressed it underneath Karen and against her clit. If Karen came, while Ray raped her ass, it would just be too perfect.
Karen’s body jerked as it was assaulted with pain and pleasure, the dick in her ass burning and make her bowels cramp as it invaded her, and the vibrator against her clit buzzing inharmoniously with the discomfort in her backside. Rubbing the vibrator against her clit, Charlotte smiled as she watched her boyfriend’s dick bury itself in her sister’s asshole, the formally crinkled hole looked stretched and whitish around the invading member. She wondered if her own looked like that when he took her… or maybe it would look different now that she was no longer an anal virgin. A giggle rose in her throat at that thought… not nearly virginal anywhere now!
Ray found that Karen’s ass was just as tight as her sister’s, although perhaps not as enjoyable - she certainly wasn’t as enthusiastic as Charlotte was (or as she had been the first time), but the revenge factor made it plenty exciting for him. He pillaged her ass, fucking her hard and taking his own pleasure in it, leaving Karen’s orgasm up to Charlotte to engineer. A vibrator would probably do a better job than he would anyway. When her hips began moving involuntarily against the vibrator - and consequently against his thrusts - he grinned and began fucking her even harder, gripping her hips as he set a bruising pace.
Although Karen was doing her best not to humiliate herself, the pumping of a dick in her ass actually was starting to feel kind of good. The burning pain had stopped and now it was a slick movement that left her feeling full and shivery; combined with the ever-intensifying vibration on her clit she was actually starting to build towards an orgasm. Wriggling, she tried to fight it, but her movements just ended up moving her closer to climax rather than further.
As he moved within her, her ass started ripple around him as she writhed, and he could hear the change in her moans. Charlotte was watching her sister with an odd expression on her face - envy, lust, arousal… it made his balls tighten to see her watching them. Gritting his teeth he thrust hard into Karen, pushing himself as deeply as he could go each time before letting out a bellow with his final pump as his back arched slightly and he came, spurting cum into her bowels. Charlotte turned up the vibrator to its highest intensity and pressed it hard against Karen’s clit as she realized Ray was cumming; feeling his dick pulse in her ass and the pressure of the vibrator sent her soaring and she began cumming as his orgasm finished.
Breathing hard, he leaned on Karen’s backside as her body shook and she finished out her climax, his dick slowly shrinking inside her hole.
Charlotte removed the vibrator from her sister’s pussy as he pulled his dick from her ass and they kissed happily. Making a face, he said, “I’d better go wash myself off, I’ll be right back.” She ended up going with him to wash off the vibrator as well.
Coming back into the room they looked at the sweaty girl on the bed; she was struggling again, trying to get loose.
“You know,” said Ray slowly, “There’s still one person in this room who isn’t satisfied… I don’t think that’s quite right.”
“You offering to do something about it?” Charlotte smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck as he gave her a strange smile.
“Not me…” his gaze drifted over to the struggling figure on the bed as his hands stroked the small of her back, “Someone else…”
Surprised, a little unsure of what to think, Charlotte looked at her sister’s jiggling backside.

I was watching Dr. No when the door clicked open behind me. I looked over my shoulder…..it was Mrs. Kelley, the woman I was babysitting for. “Hi, Charlie. Sorry I’m late.”
“Oh that’s okay, Mrs. Kelley.” Ten minutes prior, I’d called my parents to tell them she hadn’t returned, and I wasn’t sure when I’d be home. I was eighteen years old, a man as my dad kept reminding me, and I would let myself in with the spare key. I was sure they would be in bed soon anyway. “How was your date?”
She rolled her eyes. “Let’s just say I’m glad I didn’t let him pick me up at home.”
I laughed.
“How were the kids?” she asked, smiling. Her dark hair was wet from the rain, and her eye makeup was running, giving her raccoon eyes. She usually didn’t wear it. Her body was hidden by a drapey overcoat, but I knew it well enough. Small breasts, slim waist and long, graceful neck. She took very good care of herself, and it showed.
“We watched Spongebob, had a little ice cream, played for a while, and around nine-thirty they went to bed without a struggle.” I replied. “Piece of cake.”
“That’s your strategy? Keep them up late till they’re so exhausted they fall right to sleep?”
“Yep.” I smiled.
“What about the poor mom who has to deal with a grumpy four and six year old all the next day?” she asked, pretending to be cross.
“Consider the alternative.” I said. “A grumpy babysitter. We’re in short supply these days.”
She laughed. “You’re all growing up. I’m surprised you haven’t abandoned me like your older sister did when she got a job.”
I shrugged. The truth of the matter was, I had a job and I didn’t need the money I got for babysitting. She slipped out of her overcoat, revealing the black evening dress she was wearing, showing a sliver of cleavage below a silver choker, and coming to just below the middle of her thigh. My eyes wandered over her body as she turned her back to me to hang her coat in the closet. Even at 40, she was probably the sexiest woman I’d ever seen, and I’d had an awful crush on her since I was a kid. “This job has perks.” I said.
She turned around quickly and gave me a funny look, her hands on her shapely hips. “Meaning?”
I smiled again. “Where else do I get paid to watch James Bond movies and do homework?”
She relaxed slowly, a smile blooming on her face. “You really are a sweet young man, aren’t you, Charlie?” I shrugged, not sure what to say.
At that, there was a flash and a boom outside and it started to rain even harder. “Charlie, you’re not riding your bike home are you?”
“It’s not a big deal. It’s only a couple of miles.” I’d sold my car for money for college. Part of my dad’s becoming-a-man deal meant I had to pay for part of the tuition myself. Hence the job and the sold car.
“I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you on your bike on a night like this. Let me give you a ride.”
“We’ll never get my bike in your car. How will I get to school in the morning?”
“Will your parents pick you up?”
“Not likely. They’re already getting in bed right now.”
“Well, you’ll just have to stay here tonight then.” Without another word, she walked to the phone and dialed it.
“What are you doing?” I asked. She ignored me.
“Hi, Erin, it’s Jen.” She said into the phone. Erin was my mom’s name. “I know it’s late, but have you looked outside? It’s storming like crazy. I’m going to keep Charlie here tonight and send him home in the morning before school.” She looked at me, still beautiful even with her black-circled eyes and wet hair. “I haven’t asked him. I’m insisting actually.” She was quiet for a moment, listening, and then she laughed. “Alright, I will. You too. Goodnight.” She hung up the phone smiled at me. “There. We’ll just get you up when I get up, and you can get home in time to get ready for school. How’s that sound? Better than riding home in that?” She cocked her head towards the door.
How could I argue? It was a dream come true. “Sounds fine to me.”
She smiled. “Alright. Let’s see what we have for you to wear.” I followed her into her bedroom, watching the sexy swing of her hips. She stopped at the dresser and opened a drawer full of shirts. She looked me up and down. “Hmmm. I may not have anything that fits you.” She looked up and down my body again. “Do you work out?”
“Uh…..yeah. For wrestling.”
She turned back to the dresser drawer. “It’s been so long since I had a man in here, I’m just terribly unprepared.” Man? Did she call me a man? She handed me a t-shirt. “Try this on.” She watched me as I unbuttoned my oxford and dropped it, and then slipped the shirt over my head. It was so small, I felt like the collar was choking me.
“I don’t think this will work. I can just sleep in my clothes.” I peeled the shirt off.
She barked a laugh. “Not in my bed! Just forget the shirt. Are you wearing boxers?”
In her bed…? “uh….yeah….yeah I am.” I stammered. Did she say in her bed?
“That will have to do. Go ahead and take off your pants and get under the covers. I’ll be out in a sec. And don’t look so pale, Charlie. We’re adults, right? We can sleep in the same bed and actually sleep, can’t we?” She smiled over her shoulder as she disappeared into the bathroom.
Once she was gone, I panicked. What was I going to do? Part of me wanted to bolt, just get my shirt on and get out of there, rain or no rain. But another part of me wanted to know what it was like to sleep next to a beautiful woman, even if nothing did happen. I decided to stay. Peeling of sneakers, jeans and socks, I jumped into the bed in only my boxers.
I lay there, listening to the rain rattling the window pane for a little while, only half believing this was actually happening. Then, she called to me from the bathroom. “Is the light off?”
“No.”
“Will you turn it off for me?”
I got out of bed and clicked the switch off. Once back in bed, I called back, “Now it is!”
Before my eyes could adjust to the dim light coming in the window, I saw her silhouette hurry into the room, and slide in next to me. She sighed in contentment, nestling into the bed. I lay staring at the ceiling, unsure if what I’d just seen was true or not. She raised her head and looked at me. “Jesus Charlie, what’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a woman naked before.”
“Uh….well…in pictures of course.”
“You’re kidding me! Not ever?”
I shook my head nervously, working my mouth for enough saliva to speak.
“Wow.” She said. She rolled over on her side, facing me, holding the sheet up to her neck to keep herself covered. “Well, you didn’t see much this time either, I suppose.”
I shook my head. I couldn’t speak. Everything I had seen of her, her nipples in silhouette and the small mounds of her breasts, the tiny bulge of her lower belly, her thighs, were burned into my mind’s eye. I could hardly meet her eye.
She gave me a wry smile. She said, “I make you nervous, don’t I, Charlie?”
I managed to look at her. The makeup was gone, repaced with her natural beauty. Her eyes were wide and striking, and her hair was still wet, but brushed out and sleek. “A little maybe.” I said, trying to sound confident.
“I think that’s sweet. You’re so innocent, Charlie. Have you ever even kissed a girl?”
“Sure.” And I had, a few times. And during one rushed, awkward encounter, I’d gotten all the way to second base. I was a naturally shy kid, and it was a lot easier to focus on staying at weight for wrestling than worrying about girls.
She smiled, and moved a little closer to me.
My eyes widened as she lifted the covers up. “Look at me Charlie. Look all you want.” The light was dim, but my eyes had adjusted, and I could see the swell of her breasts, capped with small, dark pink nipples. I couldn’t take my eyes from them for a long moment, and then at last, I looked down her body at the sweeping curve of her hip, and the mysterious thatch of dark hair between her legs. Between my own legs, my cock was already straight and hard….had been since she had gotten home.
“Do you like my body, Charlie?”
“Yes.” I said, and then swallowed a huge lump. She moved closer still, and I felt the warmth radiating from her body. She looked at my face for a moment, an earnest expression in her eyes, and then she took my hand and placed it over her soft breast. I held it there for a moment, feeling the warm flesh, resilient and yet the softest thing I had ever touched. I was aware I had stopped breathing. She p[ut her hand on top of mine and, working her own fingers, showing me how to gently massage and caress it.
She sighed softly and took her hand away. I kept at it. How could I stop?
“That’s good Charlie. You have a very sensitive touch. Just like that is wonderful…..” She moved her face close to mine, and kissed me softly. I followed the movements of her mouth with mine, tasting her probing tongue, our lips gently caressing. She moaned softly, pressing her breast more firmly into my hand. I responded by increasing my gentle kneading of her soft breast, feeling the stiffening nipple rise under my palm. Her skin was incredible, and I wanted desperately to please her. I moved my hand between them, giving each breast equal attention.
Suddenly, I felt her hand slide into the waistband of my boxers. I gasped in surprise. She broke the kiss for a moment and said, “Ssshhhhh……keep touching me. Everywhere…. a woman wants to be touched everywhere…..” her fingers wrapped around my hard shaft and started to stroke up and down with excruciating slowness. I moaned, and she kissed my mouth.
Struggling to concentrate, I followed her instruction, running my fingers over her back, through her hair, between the soft valley of her ass, her thighs. I bit and kissed her fingertips, and then, at her direction, her nipples. Her body began to writhe languidly under my attentions, and she abandoned my hard shaft, enjoying the attentions of my hands and my mouth against hers.
She smiled against my mouth, and her hand vanished beneath the covers. She brought it back up, placing her fingertips in my mouth. Her wonderfully musky scent filled my nostrils, and I licked and kissed the flavors from her hand. She moaned softly.
“You did that to me, Charlie. I’m ready. I’m ready to fuck,” she said.
A shiver ran up my cock when I heard her say that word. Fuck.
“But I don’t want to….not yet. There’s so much more to this Charlie. Be patient, okay?” She smiled and pushed me onto my back, throwing the covers off of us. She hooked her thumbs inside my boxers and slid them down, exposing my aching cock. She looked down at my nakedness as I looked at hers. “It’s lovely, Charlie. And so hard……” she bent down and kissed my chest, lingering over my nipples. She kissed down my chest. It was unbelievable, and I felt like I was going to explode from her mouth on my body. She grasped my cock and lifted it to her lips, and then took it in her mouth, slowly engulfing me completely, and then sliding her mouth off of me. I arched my back and groaned, quivering. “Come in my mouth, Charlie. Come for me…..”
She wrapped her lips around my shaft again, and began to slide her mouth slowly up and down my shaft. She watched my face with her incredible eyes, and after she took me in her mouth for only the third time, I arched my back, crying out, and came with amazing force. She took it in stride, milking me with her mouth and hand as I filled her mouth up with my orgasm, swallowing every drop.
When my body ceased spasming, she lay next to me, gently kissing my ears, neck, and mouth. Her wonderful smell was in my nose again, and after only a few moments, my cock began to swell and straighten again. She took it in her hand gently, and stroked me to full hardness as we shared deep, probing, passionate kisses.
She straddled me. “Wait,” I said, “I want to…..”
She put her finger to my lips. “Next time,” she breathed. “I want you too much right now….I’m tired of being patient….your hands are driving me insane…….” Still holding my cock, she placed it between her legs, and then lowered herself onto me, my cock sliding deep inside her. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. “Oh yes……….”
She sat there for a moment, eyes closed, her breathing deep and fast. Her breasts were proud and perfect, her nipples hard and taut with excitement. And then she leaned forward and put her hands on my shoulders and began to make love to me.
She didn’t bounce up and down like in a porno movie. Instead, she moved her hips in a slow, steady, circular grind. I closed my eyes, letting my moans escape, trying to move with her. My hands found the bounty of her body, caressing her breasts, belly, ass, legs….everywhere I could reach.
All the while, her pelvis moved relentlessly with me inside her. I moved with her, pushing upwards to fill her as completely as I could.
“Oh yes, Charlie…..like that. I knew you’d be good…..I’ve wanted you for so long, Charlie……” She began to speed up and I matched her, raising my head to take her nipple in my mouth.
After a few moments, she rolled her head back and began to slow down. I was very near the edge again, and I wanted to keep going fast, but instead I matched her. “Oh Charlie….” she whimpered. “Oh god yes…..oh baby….” She continued to slow down, and I matched her pace, and suddenly she cried out, shuddering. She clamped down on my cock, and the sudden shock sent me over the edge as I erupted inside her. She moved slowly, calling my name out, as wave after wave of orgasm coursed through her….through us both. It was the longest orgasm I have ever had, and it seemed to last an eternity.
At length, she collapsed on to me. Her hair was matted with sweat, and her body was slick with it. I put my arms around her, and pulled the covers back up over us. She looked up at me with tired, happy eyes. “Yes, Charlie…hold me now. That’s more important than you will ever know. Always hold me after.” She put her head on my chest. She was quiet for a little while, and then she said, “You’re very very good, Charlie.” She whispered. “A willing learner. I hope this is not the last time.”

“So are you,” I replied. “And so do I.”

David looked at his brother and shook his head. “No. I’m not doing it. There is no way I’m doing it.”
Mike pouted and dropped his eyes to a sagging droop, that made him look like a Basset Hound. “Come on Davy! Its just one time. Its not like I’m asking you to do this forever.” He pushed the dress into David’s hand. “I can’t do it. I’m sick and the show has to go on.”
“No dammit,” David growled. He flung the Queen Elizabeth the II gown to the other side of the room and started to walk off, stopped by his Mother’s cold stare.
“You’re brother is sick and can’t perform tonight. You know his lines, because he’s been practicing with you, now you will do this for him,” she said. The determined look in her eyes told both boys that yes, David would be Queen Elizabeth in the High School Play, or there’d be hell to pay.
David’s shoulders fell and he sighed. “Yes, Ma’am.” He walked over and picked up the dress and the suitcase that held all of his twin brother’s stage makeup and accessories. Again he was stopped when something smacked him in the back of the head. “Ow!” he shouted. He rubbed at the sore spot, turned around and looked down and then up to his brother. “No fuckin’ way!” he said.
Mike looked to his mom, who looked to David and David picked up the corset. “This bites mom,” he muttered as he walked out of the room and down the hall. The “to bad” was all he heard when he shut his bedroom door.
Once inside the privacy of his room, David flung the articles for the play on his bed and dropped into the seat under his east corner window. His mother soon entered the room and stared at him.
“Look I know you don’t like this, but he’s supposed to perform in front of some administrators from the college and we’ll need all the help we can get him in. He’s not the brightest light bulb in the pack.” She walked over and sat beside him, cupped his face and pulled him to her lips. She kissed him softly, patted his cheek and stood up. “Look honey, its one performance that’s it. This looks like a twenty-four hour flu bug. I’d send him on stage if I could, but the way he’s been running in and out of the bathroom… well you understand.”
Mary Zeller left her eighteen year-old son alone and headed back to his twin’s room to make sure he didn’t need anything and to let him know that the show would go on.
David watched her leave and groaned. He picked up the phone by his bed; his intentions were to call Scott his best friend, but he didn’t. Instead he called Becky and asked her to come over. He trusted her and besides, he was going to need her help getting all this shit on, because he wasn’t about to ask his mother. He headed to the shower after hanging up the phone.
Forty minutes later Mary was answering the front door and smiling over at Becky Walters. “Hey there lovely,” she told the young girl, two years older than her son. They embraced and the two ladies took tea together until Mary heard the shower upstairs shut off. “You go on up and help him out,” she told her. She waved goodbye with a knowing lift to her eyes and watched Becky ascend the stairs.
Becky came first to Mike’s room and peeked in on him. “Hey stranger,” she said. She leaned against the door frame, her freckled face beaming as her bright green eyes sparkled with mischief. “I hear your brother is dressing up like a chic tonight because you can’t keep things from coming out both ends.” She winked and rolled her eyes when his face paled greener then it already was. “I’m going!” she laughed and headed toward David’s room. She tapped lightly on the door and heard the muffled “come in” before she entered.
“Hey stud,” she said. The door closed behind her and she locked it. “That’s a sight I could get used to.” She walked over to the young man in the center of the room and pulled on the thick maroon towel.
David grinned down on her and laughed. “I’m sure I could arrange that. Once I’m done with school and have you at the alter, you can see me in a towel all you want.” He tilted her chin and dropped a kiss on her lips. Their tongues met and glided along each others teeth until both wanted more and deepened the kiss, drinking from one to the other.
Becky’s hands slid down David’s chest, still damp from the shower and over his nipples. She teased each one, before leaving his mouth hungry for more. Her lips followed the path her right hand had taken and stopped on his nipple where she feasted on the swelling bud. She licked away the water, replacing it with her saliva and grinned when he growled deep. Her hands moved to his hips and she slowly removed the towel he’d wrapped around his trim waist. It hung suspended from his swollen cock and she stepped back. “Nice, I always wanted a pole to hang my towel on.”
“Yeah, I can help you hang on this pole,” he said. He grabbed the towel and pulled it off his thick cock. His hands gripped her arms and he lifted her up into the air, spun around and dropped her on the bed.
Becky smiled wide and scrambled backwards, her giggles filled up the air. David laughed too and gripped her ankles, stalling her escape. He then tickled the tiny toes that were in his grasp, holding both feet in a vise-like clamp with one hand. She squealed and bucked against the bed, her hand slapping at his arms and back until he relented and released her. He watched her lay there on his bed, breathing hard from the tickling fetish he’d given into.
David climbed onto the bed with her, straddling her hips and gazed at her. “I love you, Becky.” He bent his head down and covered her lips with his. They kissed again, this time slowly and romantically. His cock jerked against her stomach. Becky reached between them and stroked the heated flesh.
“I love you Davy,” she whispered. His right hand ran up and down her thigh until it reached the hem of her skirt. He pushed the fabric up and skated his nails over her warm flesh. His mouth moved to her neck and earlobe, which he tugged and suckled while her foot traveled up and down his calf muscle.
“Please Davy,” she whispered in his ear as she lifted her hips, hoping to entice him further. It was rare for her to get him to make love to her in his home, rarer still with his mom about, but she desperately wanted him and when she felt the invasion of his finger sliding into her pantiless hole she purred in please. “Ohhh…”
David ran his finger in and out of her, before sliding the tip of his head into her slick pussy. He closed his eyes as the feeling of pushing deep into her enveloped him. He smelled her arousal as well as his and when she clamped down on him, he grunted. “Fuck Beck.”
He pushed deeper, scrapping the sides of her heavenly home with the tip of his shaft and then pulled it from her, only to return and claim her again. To soon they were both bucking wildly against the other and coming. He planted his seed deep, content in the fact she was on the pill and he could fuck her at leisure. They’d been each other’s first and that made their loving all the more sweeter every time they came together, at least it did for David and he thought it did for Becky too.
When he pulled free of her, he reached down and wiped off the juices of their joining and then wiped her pussy dry. “Now,” he said clearing his throat. “I don’t know how long you were here before you came up here and molested me, but. . .” he was stopped by the whoosh of a pillow hitting his face. He laughed and tossed it back at her.
“I had tea with your mom and she told me everything. So you called me so I could help you go gay huh?” she asked.
“I’m not going gay,” he told her. “I’m helping out my gay brother so he can go to college cheap.”
“I know, silly. I was joking.” Becky sat up and kissed her lover on the lips and then walked over to the outfit that lay crumpled up on the pillows of the bed. “Here let me take this down to your mom and have her iron out the wrinkles and then you and I will work on your…” she eyed him up and down, “your other assets.”
David laughed and watched her walk away, carrying the thick Victorian gown with her along with its mountain of petticoats. When she returned he was looking at the suitcase of accessories he’d opened up and had started to empty. Becky walked up behind him and encircled his waist with her arms. “What do you want to start with first?” she asked.
There was a long drawn out sigh and he flicked a pair of white panties at her. “What are these?” she asked, then double over laughing. “Queen Lizzie didn’t wear panties from Victoria Secrets.”
David chuckled. “No but she didn’t have balls and a cock that would dangle in the breeze either. Mike told me once that he wore them on stage to keep his package in check. I can’t be me tonight, I have to be Mike, which means I have to dress like him.”
“And act like him,” she said. “Well, don’t worry. You’ll make it through this play and then everything will go back to normal. Any one else gonna know besides, Mike, Mary and myself?”
“No. It’s better if no one else knows. Let’s get started,” he said, his voice not showing any hint of enthusiasm.
Becky tilted her head and sighed. “Come on love, perk up.” She tossed the panties back at him and sat down on the edge of the bed.
David fingered the silky material and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, opened them and bent down. As he pulled the fabric over his balls and cock, he arranged the family jewels so they were pressed tight against him and not over flowing the white panties. He looked over at Becky and blushed.
Her sparkling eyes were staring at the outline of his cock and balls. She licked her lips and held a lopsided grin in place. “Wow,” she whispered. “That’s hot.”
He cocked a brow and looked at his crotch. He didn’t know if it was hot or not, but it sure was on display. The more he felt her stare at him, the more it grew. “Fuck,” he muttered. His hand shifted the swelling member and he glanced at Becky who was moving from the bed to him.
“Damn, baby. I can see every precious inch of you.” She ran her tongue over the second skin that was molded to his body and left a trail of her saliva on the fabric. “We may need to discuss you wearing panties. This is nice.” She licked the head of his dick that was now poking out of the top of the sheer material.
David chuckled.
“Are they uncomfortable?” she asked. Becky sat back on her legs and waited to hear what he had to say.
He thought for a moment, taking stock of his body. “Well the hard on is a bit straining on the nerves, but no, they aren’t uncomfortable. I could consider wearing these if I was guaranteed to get that kind of a reaction out of you.”
Becky grinned. “Deal!” she said and jumped back onto the bed. She pulled out a pair of garters and thigh-high stockings. “I don’t know if Queenie wore these or not either, but damn, your brother has excellent taste.”
She walked over to David and attached the garter belt and the snaps dangled across his thighs. Her fingers rummaged through the stockings and she found a pair of white ones. She turned back and chuckled. “You’ll need to shave babe,” she told him.
“Shave? What the fuck for?” he asked. He then looked at the stockings. “No fucking way,” he said, but he would. Already he was making his way to his bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
Becky listened to his grumbling and his bitching while she picked out the necklaces that were numbered in the script. Mike had corresponded them with jewels that were in the case as well as what other things David would be expected to wear. When he emerged she whistled at him and grinned. “Nice.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry you women have to go through that for us men. We’re asses.”
She laughed and kissed his cheek. Her fingers ran over his bare thighs and down his calf muscles. “Baby, we are going to really have to think about a lot of changes in your appearance. Tell me,” she whispered as she stood up and leaned against his ear, “did you take all the hair off?”
David chuckled. “You know what Becky, I did.” He laughed and pulled the white panties down. “I figured I’d go all out, because what the fuck, I’ll never do this again.”
“Oh? Not even for me?” She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth, taking in his balls with one gulp. She suckled the marbles, rolled them tenderly back and forth with her tongue until he was moaning for her to suck harder. Becky reached up with one hand and rubbed his thigh, loving the new sensation that was running through her fingers. Her mouth held tight the now hairless sac and she massaged both pieces of flesh with parts of her body. Her other hand grabbed his cock and she started to stroke it hard and fast.
“Beck… oh fuck baby, come up here and suck this dick,” he moaned.
She listened.
Soon he was pulling her head up and down on his thick member, letting her take every inch of his shaft and welcome it to the back of her sweet throat. He was in heaven and her fucking was just more pleasurable now without her hesitation over his pubic hairs. “Yes, baby,” he growled out. “Hairless, it is.” He shot his seed into her mouth and watched her milk him dry. Her jaw flexing and draining as his balls tightened and released.
After he’d come she pulled her mouth off of him and snaked her tongue over his cock, making him come free. She then stood up and smiled. “I’m glad you asked me come over and help you get dressed.”
He chuckled. “Me too.” He pulled the panties back up, arranged his wet balls and cock and grabbed the first stocking. Once both were on he looked over to Becky. “Well?” he asked.
She rose a brow and shrugged. “Those don’t do anything for me. But we are soooooo keeping you in panties and shaved.”
They laughed together as she handed him skirt after skirt of petticoats, eventually he had those on and then remembered the corset. “Fuck,” he grumbled, pulling the petticoat skirts down to his thighs. Becky laughed and helped him with the corset. “Hmm…” he said when they were done squeezing him into it. “I don’t want to ask what Mike has in that bag for these…” he said as he cupped the breasts of the corset.
“Oh I can tell you,” she laughed.
David looked down and saw she held two globs of peach toned flesh. On the bottom of each one was a strip of material and when she showed them to David he realized how the artificial breasts stayed in place. He rolled his eyes as his girlfriend pressed in the velcro stripped boobs and prodded them with her fingers until they sat snugly in the upper cavities of the corset. She giggled. “We can do without those too. Now if they were physically a part of you. . .” The pillow he slung at her stopped her thoughts.
He pulled the petticoats back in place and then looked over to the Victorian skirt, she’d gotten back from his mother, while he’d been shaving. He donned that too and then sighed. “Make up time right?” he asked.
“Afraid so my lovely Queen,” she answered back adding a wink to her mischievous smile. Becky led him to the side of the bed and she pulled up a chair. After an hour she sat back and stared at the most beautiful boyfriend she’d ever dated.
His blue eyes were accented by the dark mascara and eyeliner she’d used. His lashes were already long and thick and she found herself entranced by his appearance. They’d used a lot of make up to make his skin paler than normal and his lips were a contrast to his complexion now that it was colored with red lipstick. They added his wig and that had completed his facial appearance. “Holy shit, David,” she whispered. “If I was going to fuck a chic, it’d be you.”
David saw that she was serious. He stood up and walked over to the mirror that rested above his dresser. He didn’t recognize himself, but instead saw his brother. Yes, he often saw his twin staring back at him, but he knew the subtle differences in them. Now however, as he looked at the “Queen” and couldn’t see himself. He saw a beautiful woman that he knew his twin had played a dozen times before in community plays as well as school ones. He shivered at the eeriness of it and walked back to Becky. “I’d do me, too,” he said quietly.
She stood up and helped him into the dress bodice and then the jacket that went with it, next came his jewelry and then his shoes. She paraded him around the room and then up and down the hall until he indicated he was ready to walk on his own. The shoes were only a mere two inches higher off the ground, but it still took him some time to get used to it. When he gave the okay, Becky smiled and opened Mike’s bedroom door. “Hey you got enough energy for a Royal visitor?” she asked.
Mike sat up and sighed. “Yes, show her in.” He winked at Becky’s grin and then watched in awe as his twin walked into the room. “Holy fuckin’ Queen Mother.”
“That’s Queen Brother, to you,” David said. He walked back and forth across the room and then did a flourishing spin for the invalid in bed. “I take it I’ll pass?” he asked, adding a curtsy.
Mike shook his head yes and smirked. “Tell me you don’t like the underwear.”
The group laughed and David relented. “Yeah, it feels good as did the perks that come with shaving.” He winked and looked back at Becky who was blushing.
“Thanks David,” Mike whispered and then lay back down. “I can’t thank you enough. If there is anything. . .anything ever I can do.”
David chuckled. “I can’t think of anything you can do to make up for this one. Unless I find out I’m shooting blanks into my girl there and we need a kid someday,” he said. He winked at Becky and then at the expression of disgust on Mike’s face. Becky caught it and placed her hands on her fists.
“I’m not that icky, Mike!” she spouted off adding a pout for good measure.
Mike laughed. “I’m sure you’re not, but you don’t have the right equipment for me,” he said.
She grinned and hugged David’s waist then looked at Mike. “We’ll tonight, David doesn’t have the right equipment.”
The group chuckled and in time David and Becky left Mike alone to rest. They made it downstairs, carefully avoiding the long skirt and its train, in order to keep David from falling. “Why didn’t we do all this at the school?” she asked.
Mary came around the corner fishing in her purse. “Because Adam would have insisted on helping and then he’d known. . .” she stopped and looked up. Her eyes blinked rapidly and a smile spread across her cheeks. “Adam would have insisted on helping Mike get ready for the play and would have known it was Mike. Now with him ready, he’ll not even expect it. Marvelous job Becky,” she told her future daughter-in-law. She placed a kiss on the corner of Becky’s lips and then a similar one, but softer, so as not to disturb his make-up on her son’s.
“Let’s go,” she said, with a giant grin on her face.
As they maneuvered “Her Majesty” into the back of the mini-van, Becky took a moment slip her hand up David’s skirt and pinch his ass. He squealed and she laughed. “Now you know how I feel.” She closed the van door and climbed in beside her mother-in-law - to be.
They headed to the school and David insisted they park at the back where the gym would be unlocked for the highschool basketball team’s practice. One of the players slipped out, David slipped in. The kid’s eyes grew wide, but he grinned at the ample bosom on display. “Hey doll,” he said with a lecherous grin.
David sneered and tipped his nose in the air and then listened to Becky giggle. “Come on Lizzie. . .your people await.” They took to the halls and eventually made it to the auditorium and dropped Mary off at the front doors, where she went to procure a seat for her and Becky. Becky helped lead David back to the dressing rooms and when they got there Adam was rushing up to greet them.
“Mike! What are you doing already dressed?” he whined. He looked to Becky and screwed up his face. “What? Did you help him? Ohh… I like doing his make-up. Where’s that hunk of a brother or your’s?” Adam asked, forgetting about Becky and looking at David, who he thought was his lover Mike.

Julia lands a dream job with a top fashion lingerie house that leads her into a life of beautiful women and daring sexual exploits. In this autobiographical story, Julia explores her sexuality and her body as well as her new contacts. Gradually she pushed the boundaries of her experiences and enters a secret world of lesbian passion, sex and more. This is only as fictional as you want it to be but you will not recognise any of the names. Act out parts of my life if you wish, but be kind, stay safe and stay legal.
This is a full-length novel and this is Chapter 9 of 17. You will enjoy this much more if you have read the preceding chapters first.
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Chapter 9
It was now the end of April and many of Passionella’s best employees had gathered at PROM for another new product launch, this time of ‘Mesh’ - a new range of sexy dance/party/late-nights-at-home wear intended to compete with the growth of more daring high-street underwear shops.
I had been invited, of course, to mingle with the clients as one of them and to check up on the Dems and personal shoppers who can sometimes treat these launches as a night out for their own benefit rather than for the benefit of their customers. On the way there, I ran through some saved messages on my cell-phone voicemail. One had been left by Helen from the Sheffield store.
She introduced herself nervously then started to speak falteringly to my voicemail service like it was a behaviour counsellor:
“Julia, I need your help (long pause) No, let me get straight to the point. You, er, you know we aren’t supposed to touch each other, company rules and all that, but, well, … I have a fantasy about you and I and it’s been keeping me awake at night. Julia, I’ve rubbed my pussy so sore just thinking of you and I ,,, doing, doing, well, something together. But I’ve saved myself for you for nearly a week now and my clit is throbbing for you and my juices are welling up inside me as I speak. Julia, can you come up to Sheffield really soon so we can get it on in the changing rooms? Or can we meet at PROM for the new product launch next week and enjoy each other in a Private Room? All the girls are talking about you and how much fun they have with you when you shop in their stores. Will you do something with me, Julia?” Click
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All my favourite girls were at the show. Fiona was positively glowing - she’d lost some weight and gained loads of self-confidence since being promoted to Personal Shopper at the new outlet in York. Tall Stevie was as loud as ever and was chatting up Yasmin and Zöe who, as usual, seemed more interested in each other and were being embarrassingly touchy-feely over pre-show drinks. Vikki and Maria were circulating like true professionals, chatting to clients and floating effortlessly from group to group. Abigail was mostly standing still for fear of falling out of her low-cut dress and Helen was attracting admiring and jealous stares in equal measure as she displayed more taught, flat tummy than most of us could at half her age. We made eye contact only briefly across the floor before Linda appeared and announced that the show was about to start.
We filed downstairs to the catwalk and took our seats. To my delight, Helen immediately sat down next to me and the other two vacant seats are taken by Zöe and Yasmin; they wouldn’t disturb us as they were still totally engrossed in each other. Helen leaned across and spoke quietly. “Did, did you get my, er …”
“Yes,” I assured her, “I got your message - it was very flattering. I whispered in her ear: “Listen, I’ll see you after the show. Shhh!”
Mesh was well presented as a very raunchy product line, something of a departure for Passionella but not losing the air of exclusivity and sophistication we all associated with the brand. Every garment was made up from panels of see-through fine mesh stretched between a structure of straps and webs. As Fiona, Stevie, Maria and another girl I didn’t recognise took their turns on the stage, the audience cheered and applauded as we were treated to bras & panties in various cuts & styles, nightwear and ’special outfits’ in black or white.
One garment in particular caught my eye. It was a basque and was modelled by lovely Maria; it barely covered her ample Andalusian breasts and stopped just above her hips. It had wide shoulder straps and removable suspenders attached by trademark Passionella logo catches. With it, she wore a Mesh thong with narrow side straps that also featured Passionella Kissing Lips logos. Cheekily, Maria showed that the side catches could be undone to make the thong even easier to remove in a hurry, although she fastened them again without completing the task. Shame.
I was in no doubt that the product range would be a great success when it hit the stores and the audience applauded warmly as Linda took the stage to make her closing remarks.
Immediately after the show, Helen grabbed my arm and positively dragged me up the stairs and into Gold Private Room before any of the other guests had even left their tables. She closed the door quickly and locked it behind her whereupon she let out a long sigh and smiled broadly at me. We flopped into opposite sofas and talked small talk, about the show, the products, the weather and life.
Then Helen looked more serious.
“I meant it. My message. I want to act out my fantasy, right here, right now, and I don’t care if I get fired either. Julia, I’m hot for you and I want to show you what I bad girl I can be. Will you let me?”
How could I resist? Helen was not classically beautiful but she had a lean and slender body, long arms and legs and a particularly long, narrow midriff. She had masses of dark hair, to match her dark eyes. I was excited by her forward approach and realised that I could turn tonight to my advantage - I would use Helen as a practice run for my seduction of Linda. By the way, where was Linda tonight? I’d hardly seen her.
“Helen, yes, of course.” I replied. She smiled again.
“I’d love you to model that set that Maria wearing, and I want to try out an idea. Are you game?” Helen nodded, and located her size amongst the garments on the hanging rail. “White OK?” she asked. A good choice to contrast with her hair. She disappeared into the en-suite dressing area and appeared moments later, still adjusting the straps to fit. She also had on a pair of white lace-top stockings that she attached to the suspenders and finally she threw a long white silk scarf casually around her neck.
Helen put on the show of my dreams. She moved so sensually and she talked dirty too. She described her garments in tantalising detail and used her long fingers to point out the features and the places where they made her feel good. She wriggled and showed me close up how the mesh had made her nipples hard and how the slightly stretchy material formed around them. She thrust out her chest and moaned, describing how the pressure on her breasts was making her feel horny and how the slightly coarse mesh rubbed over her nipples, making them hyper-sensitive. Looking down, I couldn’t help but notice the dark shadow of her bush through the contrasting white mesh of her thong.
I encouraged her and matched the explicitness of her dialogue. I asked her questions about how the clothes made her feel and elicited moans of pleasure as I insisted she repeated and exaggerated those movements that increased her arousal. I had her acting to her own script and she was loving it.
“Helen, does that thong press against your pussy?” I teased, expecting no reply. “Does it feel tight between your legs, Helen? Does it rub you when you move?”
Helen confirmed my thoughts by making even more sensual moves and looking more and more dreamy. I asked more questions, the answers to which I could easily guess: “Helen, are you feeling really hot now? Is your pussy opening up and swelling against the pressure of that thong?” Helen could only nod and lick her lips. I continued to encourage her.
“Is your pussy engorged and wide open now (I could see that it was) and is the thong starting to slip between your lips? Is it, Helen?”
She nodded again.
“Is your clit touching the mesh fabric, now?” By the look on her face, I was sure it was.
“Yes it is, yes, yes, yes you bitch, you know it is. For fuck sake, stop just talking about it and frig me, won’t you? I want you to pantie-frig me till I come. You promised. Just do it, now, please, please,” Helen pleaded, standing with her hands on her hips, her legs wide apart and her pussy mound thrust towards me.
Now for my flash of inspiration. “Hold still,” I demanded.
“I can’t, Julia, I can’t. I’m so turned on I’m just gong to have to do it myself if you won’t - just watch me.
“No, don’t,” I insisted, and quickly grabbed the silk scarf from around her neck. I tied her wrists together behind her back and she cursed me some more.
“Now hold still, you’ll thank me later,” I retorted.
Helen was not convinced but I detached the suspenders from the bottom edge of her basque and tossed them aside (thankfully her stockings were hold-ups so they stayed high and smooth on her long, firm thighs).
I then unfastened the Logo clasp at one side of her thong and was delighted to find my hunch worked. Either by accident or by design, I could attach the two halves of the thong’s side strap to the suspender attachment clasps at the front and back of the basque. I did the same at the other side and pulled the adjusters tight. This forced Helen’s thong tight up against her pussy and she wriggled with a mixture of pleasure and frustration.
“Hey, that’s not fair,” she protested, pulling at the scarf around her wrists.
“There, how does that feel?”
“Even more frustrating than before. You’re trying to humiliate me and take advantage of the state you’ve got me into. This was supposed to be as much for my enjoyment as yours wasn’t it? And you just seem to be getting your pleasure from seeing my discomfort. You’re, you’re a bitch! I thought you were a …”
I interrupted her with a suggestion:
“Try rocking your pelvis and see what happens.” I untied her wrists so she didn’t loose her balance but Helen actually looked quite disappointed so I tied them together in front of her with the same scarf.
Helen thrust her hips forward and back a couple of times now that the thong was attached to her basque and not around her waist. As she moved her hips the mesh fabric between her legs rubbed back and forth over her pussy, just as I had hoped. “Oh, … that’s goooooood, ” she sighed, and moved some more, “but I really don’t think I can come like this.”
“Let me help …” I offered, and shortened the wide shoulder straps of her basque. This pushed her boobs closer together and lifted them higher on her chest, putting more pressure on her erect nipples as they pressed against the mesh bra-cups. But the design of the basque was such that the shoulder straps continued in long webs right down the front and back of the garment and terminated at the suspender attachment clasps. So, by shortening the shoulder strap adjusters I had also pulled her thong tighter up between her legs.
Helen moaned and thrust her hips purposefully. “Oh, that’s even better. Mmmmmm …”
“Tighter?” I asked.
Helen nodded excitedly and I pulled the shoulder adjustments as tight as they would go. She spread her stocking-encased legs wide apart and the thong all but disappeared deep between her engorged pussy lips.
“Tighter! Tighter!” she demanded, “Please!!” But I’d run out of adjustment.
“Lift your hands above your head!” I commanded and Helen obeyed. The effect was devastating because, as she raised her arms the tension on the shoulder straps pulled the basque high, high on her rib cage and rammed her thong harder into her crack.
Helen was panting and shaking. I was afraid she would go weak at the knees and lose the pulling effect but I had another idea still to try. Holding Helen’s arms high above her head by the scarf that bound them, I walked her the length of the room. Every small step sent a shudder through her body as the tight thong rasped against her clit and pussy-gash.
When we reached the far wall, I turned her to face me and, staring deep into her dark eyes, I reached up and attached the free end of the scarf to a ring fixed to the wall, presumably for just such a purpose. I tied the scarf so Helen’s arms stretched high in the air and the thong pulled so hard I feared the pain might mask the pleasure.
No worries there; Helen took over and established a rhythm. She lifted herself onto her tip-toes to relieve some of the pressure and rotated her hips in alternate directions. Then she bent her knees so most of her weight was taken on her tethered arms causing the thong to dig deeper into her soft, tormented pussy.
Helen let out a long deep moan and repeated the sequence several more times.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh. Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh, no, no, yes, yes yessssss, no, … mmmMMMMMmmmmm”
Then she lifted herself onto her toes again and, keeping her upper body still, she used those tight tummy muscles to thrust her pelvis forward and backwards in long slow decisive movements. She’d managed to release just enough tension on the thong straps that she was then able to rub her swollen clit against the inside of the mesh fabric.
I could only imagine what the feelings must have been like as she gave herself the pantie-frig of a lifetime. I sensed she was getting close to orgasm and gestured to untie the scarf but she shook her head. Instead she slowed her rhythm almost to a standstill before gradually building back up again from those almost indiscernible movements.
As her speed increased she started to loose control. Her face became contorted and her whole body began to shake. Finally, she lifted her feet right off the floor and pulled her knees up to her chest so her whole weight was taken by her bound wrists and the thong cut deep, deep into her.
She screamed.
“Yaaaahhhhhhhhh. Mmmmmmmmm. Oh, oh, oh yessssssssssss!” she cried as her orgasm finally arrived.
Taking her weight on her feet again, she twisted and writhed in pleasure and release as she extracted the maximum enjoyment out of her climax. I certainly derived a great deal of pleasure just watching her although I didn’t come myself.
I also noticed just how much Helen enjoyed having her wrists bound and wondered if I would like that too.
As she calmed down, I released Helen’s arms from the wall ring and untied them. She rubbed her wrists as she sank to the floor and she loosened the shoulder straps of her basque. Unclipping the thong, she extracted it from the soft folds between her legs, rubbing her pussy for the first time.
I feared she would be angry with me, until she spoke:
“Wow, Julia, that was terrific. Thanks!” Her cheeks were rosy red and her face and neck were wet with perspiration.
“But Helen,” I replied, “I didn’t touch you, you did that all yourself.”
“Well, yes, but you set me up for this, you scheming bitch.”
“Complaining?”
“No”
“Happy?”
“Definitely”
“Sore?”
“A bit”
“Get dressed and we’ll go back to enjoy the party.”
It was gone 11:00 pm when we wandered back into the PROM reception area. The few people still there smiled sweetly and knowingly. Zöe and Yasmin strolled out of Red, arm in arm and asked if we knew where Linda was. This confirmed my suspicions: that she is rarely to be seen at these events, preferring to keep a low profile in her office and trusting her staff to entertain her company’s clients.
Kirsten blew a kiss to a client who was just leaving and waved to me across the room before departing.
I took a taxi home and showered before climbing into bed. I mulled over the evening’s events and thought about my mission to