Daddy and Mommy were doing something very strange and Linda Sue just had to know what it was!
Linda Sue was a lovely but very curious teenager. Some odd things had been going on at the family mansion and she had to know what it was all about!
Mommy and Daddy thought she was out for the night. Instead, she was hiding outside their bedroom door, spying in on them.
She peeped into the bedroom. At first, she thought that Mommy was in bed with another woman, a beautiful, strange lady she had never met before.
She gasped as she suddenly realized that the woman with her mother wasn't a woman after all - it was Daddy!
Nelson Froline was dressed in the seductive lingerie of a woman. A clinging satin gown hugged his slender, athletic body.
He wore a wig and his face was made-up, but Linda Sue recognized her Daddy under his bizarre disguise. And if there were any doubts, the thick masculine bulge in his black lace panties proved his male identity!
Why was Daddy dressed like a sexy woman? And even more puzzling, why was Mommy tying cross-dressed Daddy to the bed?
Linda Sue had to discover the answers!
CHAPTER ONE
It was a hot weekday afternoon in Dallas. Nelson Froline drove his big car into the parking lot of the Dorando Hotel.
He parked the car and got out. He was a handsome man in his early forties. He was six feet tall, lean, with a runner's slender physique.
He had dark brown hair and soft brown eyes. He wore a pale blue shirt, slacks, cowboy boots and carried a small overnight bag.
The Dorando had been built at the turn of the century. In better days, it had been one of the premier hotels in Dallas. By now it had slipped some and was no longer a first class hotel. It housed mostly traveling salesman and middle class visitors to the city. It was a bit shabby and not quite respectable.
Nelson entered the lobby. He didn't know it, but he was being followed.
Nelson spoke to the man at the desk. The clerk rang upstairs and told a tenant in the hotel that Nelson Froline had arrived. The tenant said to send him up.
Nelson picked up his bag, entered the elevator and rode up to the sixth floor.
A moment later, the man who was following Nelson entered the hotel. His name was Tyler Reed and he was a private detective.
He was a long, lean, raw-boned man who looked like an old time cowhand. He had high cheekbones and gray eyes. He wore a cowboy hat, a shirt, jeans and boots.
The clerk at the desk was a fussy, fidgety man with glasses. Reed asked him which room Nelson Froline had gone up to and who he was seeing.
The clerk got huffy. He told Reed it was none of his damn business.
The clerk said, "It is not the policy of this hotel to snoop into the comings and goings of our guests and their visitors, sir. Please leave-"
The clerk's eyes widened when he saw the twenty dollar bill that Reed slid across the counter. It was a crisp, crackling, brand-new twenty.
Reed said, "I'm just asking for a little information, cousin."
The bill disappeared as the clerk palmed it and stuffed it in his pocket. He looked around nervously to see if anyone had observed the transaction. No one had.
The clerk said, "Mr. Froline is going to visit Miss Blaine, Miss Marla Blaine. She's been with us here for a month. Room 605."
Reed drawled, "What can you tell me about her?"
The clerk moved his hands through the air, forming the outline of a curvy, voluptuous woman's figure. He leered knowingly.
"I reckon this Marla Blaine's kind of a hot number, eh?" Reed said.
"She's a very handsome woman," the clerk said. "We haven't had any trouble with her. She's neat, quiet and pays the rent without a fuss."
"Where's she hail from?"
The clerk checked the register. "New Orleans, it says here. There's a previous address, if you'd like to have that." He held the register ledger.
"Sure would," Reed said. He reached for the ledger. The clerk pulled it back, out of his reach. Reed sighed wearily. The clerk's eyes glittered.
"I could get in real trouble for giving this out," the clerk said.
Reed slipped him another ten. The clerk was disappointed that it wasn't a twenty, but Reed told him he wasn't paying that much for an address which could be phony.
The clerk took the ten, then slid the register over to Reed. Reed copied Marla Blaine's previous address into a notebook, then put it away.
Reed said, "This here Marla Blaine - she have a lot of men visiting her? Men friends? You know the kind that I mean."
The clerk asked, "Are you connected with the police?"
"Hell, no, cousin. I'm a private detective. I ain't involved in anything that'll involve your hotel in any kind of a scandal."
"In that case, you could say that Marla has more than her share of male admirers." The clerk smirked knowingly.
Upstairs, Nelson Froline got off the elevator at the sixth floor and walked down the hall. The carpet was frayed and had a rose pattern on it.
He halted in front of Room 605. He set down his suitcase on the floor. His palms were sweating. He wiped them off on his trousers.
He knocked on the door. He knocked so weakly the first time that it couldn't be heard. He summoned up his courage and knocked harder.
"Just a minute," came Marla Blaine's voice from inside the room.
Nelson's face felt hot and burning. His stomach was a knotted ball of tension. He sweated heavily as he waited for Marla to open the door.
She opened the door a crack, leaving the chain on. She peered through at him. Nelson saw a sliver of her face, her eyes, her brunette hair.
Marla said, "I was sure it was you, honey, but a girl living alone can't be too careful." She closed the door so she could remove the chain.
The door opened. Nelson carried his suitcase into Room 605.
Marla shut the door, locked and chained it. She was a damned good looking woman, a voluptuous, full-bodied Southern beauty.
She was tall, about five foot eight in her bare feet. The high-heeled shoes she wore made her even taller than Nelson.
She was thirty years old. She had long, jet black hair, parted in the middle. It fell in shimmering waves to the center of her back.
It was the middle of the afternoon, but she wore a black satin gown. It fit tightly on her seductive, lush body.
Her skin was golden tan. Her eyes were deep and dark and her wide-lipped mouth was painted with glossy red lipstick. Her face was skillfully made-up.
She walked back into the center of the room. The satin gown was pulled taut across her buttocks and they rolled from side to side under the fabric.
"So you managed to get away for this afternoon," she laughed.
"Yes. I - I don't have to go home until dinner," Nelson said.
"That's good, honey, 'cause we got a lot to do this afternoon, you and I."
There were a number of bottles standing on top of a cabinet. Marla's room at the hotel had a living room, a bedroom and a bathroom.
There were lots of fresh flowers in vases, filling the room with sweet perfume. Marla splashed some bourbon over ice in a glass, then added a bit of water.
She returned to Nelson. "Before we can start having fun, darling, there is one important little detail to take care of." Her voice was smooth as honey.
"Yes, yes, of course." Nelson fumbled out his wallet. He pulled three bills out of it. They were each brand-new hundred dollar bills.
"Thanks, darling." Marla took the money. "Business before pleasure."
She went into the bedroom, hid the money in her special cache and returned to the living room. She held a leather strap and a length of rope.
Marla said, "What you got in that suitcase, honey? Your dress-up outfits?"
"Y-yes, Mistress Marla." Nelson's eyes were hot and shiny.
The leather strap was fifteen inches long, two inches wide and made of thick black leather. Marla let it dangle across her thighs.
She said, "Have you been a good little girl, or a bad little girl?"
"Bad," Nelson said. His voice seemed to have changed. It was now a breathless, husky whisper, rasping with excitement. "I've been a very bad girl, Mistress."
"I'm sure of that," Marla said. "And you all know what I do to naughty little girls, don't you, darling? I punish them. I make them behave."
Marla stood near him. Her gown had a plunging V-neckline. Nelson looked at the white tops of her smooth, soft, swelling breasts.
Her breasts rose and fell with slow, deep breathing. Her nipples, which were sharp and pointed, were only inches away from Nelson's chest.
Without warning, Marla slapped his face. His head rocked from the impact of the blow. There was the meaty smack of flesh against flesh.
Nelson shook his head. There was a bright red mark on his cheek, the imprint of her open hand. His eyes misted with tears.
Marla raised her hand again, as if to strike him. Nelson cried out and cringed. Marla laughed. She used her hand to caress his other cheek, the one she hadn't hit.
"Poor baby," she crooned. "You love it, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Marla, I love it." His voice still had that soft, quivering quality it had had ever since he entered the room. It was very different from his natural voice, which was deep and rich. He closed his eyes as Marla stroked his cheek. She toyed with his hair, twisting the strands into tiny ringlets.
Marla hauled off and slapped his other cheek. Nelson, taken by surprise, cried out. She said, "You were looking a bit peaked and pale, honey, so I thought I'd put some color in your cheeks. Wasn't that a nice thing of me to do?"
Choking back a sob, he said that it was. Marla said, "Like they say, actions speak louder than words. If you really want to thank me, you can get down on your knees and kiss my pretty and perfect little feet."
Nelson awkwardly knelt. Marla spread her legs shoulder width apart and rested her hands on her hips. Nelson lowered his face to the top of her right foot.
Her shoes had open toes. He pressed his puckered lips to her toes. He stuck out his tongue to lick them, but Marla scolded him for taking that liberty.
She said, "I told you to kiss them, not to slobber all over them! What an ill-mannered and ill-trained little girl you are! I can see that I'm going to have to give you what-for and tan your hide, before you'll be of any use to me!"
She made him kiss her other foot. Then she commanded him to rise and stand up.
She said, "The first and most important thing for you to do is to take off those ugly, horrible men's clothes. They look ridiculous on you. I ought to whip your ass twice as hard for daring to wear such ugly, unbecoming garments! Now get those clothes off and I mean right now! Move, you slut!"
Nelson's trembling hands quickly stripped off his clothes.
He was in good condition. His torso was lean and his belly was flat. His hips were slender and his buttocks were white and rounded and boyish.
His pubic bush was dark brown and thickly curled. His cock, while not erect, was thick and long and dangled against his left thigh. His balls were hairy and heavy in the sac. His body was lightly haired.
Marla said, "So, you don't wear any of your pretties under your street clothes, do you? That's very careful of you, very discreet. I like that."
She lifted the suitcase, placed it down on a table top and opened it. It was filled with frilly feminine garments. A sweet scent of perfume came out.
Marla reached into the suitcase and pulled out a garter belt. It was made of pink lace and had four fat, frilly garters.
"Now, this is more like it," she said. "How awful it must be to wear those clunky, unappealing men's clothes! I don't blame you for hating it!"
She closed her fist around his penis and squeezed it lightly. It twitched against her fingers. It stiffened and grew, thickening into a full-blooded erection.
Marla said, "You've got it bad, baby. Just talking about it gets you all hard. But I understand it. I feel sorry for you poor men. You keep the most plain undershorts against the most sensitive parts of your body. Now, we ladies are smarter. We keep the softest of silks, satin and lace against our tender parts."
She released his member. It was now fully erect and jutted from his hips like a horizontal handle of red flesh. It jerked and bobbed.
Marla pinned the garter belt around his waist. As she adjusted the tiny hooks which held the belt closed, she fondled his soft, smooth buttocks.
She squeezed his right buttock, kneading it. She said, "I feel sorry for your poor ass today, honey. I'm really going to tear it up. For your own good, of course."
Nelson shivered when he felt the lacy garment against his flesh. Goose bumps rose on his skin. His cock jerked in response to her fondling of his ass.
Marla said, "Let's see what else you all brought in that traveling bag. Oooh, you've got lots of pretties, don't you? Here, put these stockings on."
Nelson sat down. His bare buttocks rested against the velvet covering of an arm chair. Marla handed him a pair of white, rolled nylons.
Nelson extended his leg, arching his toes with ladylike delicacy. He pulled the stocking on his foot, arranging the toes and the heel in their proper place.
Then, slowly and carefully to avoid putting runs in the stocking, he pulled it up his long leg, rolling it over his knee and up on his thigh.
His trembling fingers slipped the metal garter tab over the stocking top, pinning it into place. Marla sipped her drink and watched him.
Nelson, utterly absorbed now, pulled on the second stocking. He stood up. He made a bizarre image, with his masculine, erect member and his swollen balls framed by the frilly garter belt, the fat garters and the white stocking tops.
Marla approved of the transformation. She took a pair of panties from the suitcase, spread them in her hands and dangled them in front of Nelson's hot, sweating face. The panties were pink satin, cut full, with lots of ribbons and lace.
"Here, put these on," Marla said. "Although it's really a waste of time, since they're only going to come down soon enough when you get strapped."
Nelson shivered as he stepped into the panties and pulled them up his legs.
Like the stockings and garter belt, the panties were in Nelson's exact size. The panties would have fit him perfectly, except for the way that his hard penis bulged them in the crotch, stretching them out of shape.
Marla fondled his member through the panties. "That nasty thing of yours spoils the look of your pretty panties, Nellie. I'll have to do something about that, but I believe that I'll dress you up before anything else."
Marla put a bra on him. The bra was white, with lacy cups. The cups had foam rubber inserts which gave the illusion of small but firm breast A slight covering of hair was on his chest. Marla frowned and pulled on the tiny hairs until Nelson cried out in pain. She said, "You'd look a hell of a lot more convincing if your body was shaved as smooth as a billiard ball, darling."
"You know that I can't do that, Mistress," Nelson whined. "My wife would notice something like that instantly and ask a lot of questions."
"Just tell her that you got a skin rash and that your doctor ordered you to shave yourself clean," Marla suggested.
"It wouldn't work. Charlotte is a very bright woman and she would surely check with the doctor." Nelson frowned. "Sometimes I think she suspects me now."
Marla said, "You know, I feel sorry for you, honey, leading a double life like this. Listen, why don't you just go to your wife and confess your desires to her? She might surprise you. I'd hate to lose a good customer like you, but I won't starve - you wouldn't believe how many good old boys in Dallas like nothing better than to get dressed up like good little girls. Why don't you tell your wife?"
"I couldn't," Nelson said, "I just couldn't. I wouldn't know how to do it."
"Just sit down with her and explain that you have certain desires. Tell her that nothing turns you on like being dressed like a woman," Marla said. "Hell, you never know. It might even turn her on. I've known plenty of wives who loved the idea of keeping their men in panties and dresses. In fact, I've even taught them how to dress and to dominate them. Your wife might love it."
"Charlotte would never understand," Nelson said. "They say she used to be a wild girl when she was younger, running around all night and getting her face and name all over the society columns. But now she's married and the mother of two kids. She just couldn't related to my cross-dressing."
"Suit yourself," Marla said. "It was just a suggestion, that's all. But you ought to think about it. After all, what are you going to do -spend the rest of your life sneaking around, searching for ladies like me who'll dress you and punish you and treat you like a girl in every way?"
"I might have to do just that," Nelson said. "Please, can we talk about something else, Mistress?"
"Surely - we can talk about the ass-whipping I'm going to give you. Hell, I ought to have my head examined, trying to convince you to tell your wife. In my business, handsome and generous men like you don't come along very often. Maybe that's why I wanted to give you some good advice. But you're too silly to follow it, which is just one more reason why you should have that bottom of yours whipped raw."
She held up a length of rope, the thin kind often used for clotheslines. "I'm through talking, Nellie. Now, you're going to get out. Since I know what a little baby you are, I'm going to tie you - after you put your pretty shoes on."
The shoes in the suitcase were made of white patent leather. They were in a large size which perfectly fit Nelson's feet. The shoes had pointed toes, high heels and tiny leather straps which buckled across the tops of his feet.
Nelson put the shoes on. The high heels accented the contours of his thighs and calves, so that they rippled under the clinging white stockings.
He held out his hands in front of him. Marla tied them together, binding his wrists. The ropes fit snugly but not cuttingly against his flesh.
Marla said, "You need some practice in walking, Nellie. You need to learn to take smaller, more delicate steps. This should help you learn faster."
Marla hobbled him. She slipped rope loops around his stockinged ankles, leaving about fifteen inches of rope between his feet.
She stood up. She picked up her leather strap and cracked it in the air. Nelson flinched when he heard the snapping sound of the strap cracking.
Marla said, "And now, your punishment has been delayed long enough! I'm going to teach you to be a properly behaved young lady if I have to whip ever inch of skin off your ass! March yourself into my bedroom, Nellie - you know the way!"
She cracked the strap against his buttocks, smacking his buttocks through the panties. Nelson cried out. His bound hands prevented his rubbing his sore bottom.
Marla hurried him into her bedroom. He couldn't move very fast, since the hobble caused him to take only small, mincing steps which made his bottom jiggle.
During her short stay, Marla had added some luxurious touches to the bedroom. The bed itself was covered with satin sheets which she had purchased. There were lots of frilly, feminine decorations and the air was heavy with perfume.
Like every room in the hotel (and just about every room in Dallas), Room 605 was comfortably air conditioned. The shades were drawn, dimming the room.
Marla flicked on a lamp. It was a small lamp with a pink, frilly shade.
She opened the top drawer of a cabinet and took a package from it. It was a garment inside a sealed plastic sandwich bag.
She said, "I've been saving these for you, Nellie. They're a pair of panties I wore yesterday when I went out shopping. You all remember what a scorcher it was yesterday. Well, I sweated and I sweated and I got these panties all gooey and sweet-smelling. So I sealed 'em up to preserve the aroma."
Marla opened the package and took the panties out. They were white lace with a cotton crotch. They were pungent with stimulating woman-smell.
Nelson's mouth watered when she held the panties in front of his face.
She said, "Open wide, Nellie darling." He opened his mouth. She wadded the panties up, after first turning them inside-out, so the crotch was on the outside.
She stuffed them into his mouth. She used one of her old stockings, which had a few runs in it and used it to hold the panties tight in his mouth. She knotted the stocking behind the back of his head.
Marla sat down on her bed. She hiked the hem of her satin gown up to the tops of her thighs, baring her long, luscious, lovely legs.
"Get over here, Nellie." She patted her lap. "You know the position by now."
Nelson minced over to her and crawled across her lap. His panty covered penis pressed against her hot thighs. Marla picked up her leather strap, pulled down his panties and mercilessly beat his bare buttocks.
CHAPTER TWO
It was later in the afternoon. The blankets were pulled down to the foot of the bed. Marla sprawled naked on the pink satin sheets.
She lay on her back with her legs spread wide open. Pillows were plumped under her head and shoulders, raising her upper body. A second pillow nestled under her buttocks, elevating her hips. Her limbs rustled against the sheets.
Nelson was on the bed, too. He knelt between her spread legs with his head lowered. His mouth pressed against her hot, dripping pussy.
His panties were pulled down in back, baring his bottom. His spanked buttocks were bright red from the small of his back to the tops of his thighs.
His whipped bottom was raised high in the air. It wiggled as his head bobbed back and forth, thrusting his tongue against her pussy.
She had only finished spanking him a little while ago and his face glistened with some of the many tears he had shed. His eyes were red from crying.
Marla lay with her hands behind her head, smiling with sensual pleasure as he serviced her wet pussy with his long, pink tongue.
Nelson's panties were pulled down in front, too and the rolled undergarment was down around the tops of his stockinged thighs. His penis was stiffly erect.
His hands were still bound in front of him and his ankles were still hobbled. In addition, an unusual kind of restraint was attached to his genitals.
A loop of thin but tough twine was slipped around the top of the sac of his balls. It was pulled very tight against him, exerting constant pressure.
The loop turned into a seven-foot length of cord. Marla held the other end of the loop coiled in her right hand. This served as a kind of leash with which she could control her cross-dressed male animal. The slightest tug by her on the twine would exert an instant and painful pressure on Nelson's swollen ball sac.
Marla enjoyed the tonguing he was giving her, just as she had enjoyed the beating with the leather strap she had given him. Of course, Nelson loved it all.
Marla's breasts were soft hills of flesh rising from the flat golden plain of her torso. She had a golden, all-over tan. Her flesh was bronzed and gleaming.
Her nipples and rosettes were dark brown, almost purple in color. The nipples were stiffly erect. They were large, the size of grapes. Her rosettes were the size of silver dollars. The nipples throbbed with arousal.
Marla was buxom, with a classic hourglass figure, the kind that never goes out of style. She had a thin, almost a wasp waist. Her hips widened so that they were lush and alluring. Her pubic bush was as dark and black as her hair on her head.
Her pussy lips were fat and fleshy. Her clitoris was unusually prominent and well developed. Her buttocks were soft, rounded golden globes.
Nelson's face was pressed against her pussy. He had been tonguing her for roughly fifteen minutes or so. She controlled him, telling him when to slow down and when to speed up. She made him start slowly, then increase the pace.
Her pussy lips glistened with his saliva. Inside, she was wet and hot.
The aroma of her pussy drifted up into his face. It was a thick, musky, delicious aroma that tantalized his nostrils and made him feel lightheaded. Even the pain of his whipped bottom was forgotten as he serviced his dominant mistress.
His penis was painfully erect. He tried to hold himself back, but there was a steady oozing of semen from his cock head, making it sticky and shining.
He had already come once today, right in the middle of his spanking. He had been nestled against Marla's smooth, warm thighs as she whipped his ass.
He squirmed around on her lap, trying vainly to escape from her merciless, hard-hitting strap. The panty gag in his mouth barely muffled his cries.
His cock was very hard and hot and it rubbed against her flesh as he squirmed and wiggled. The shaft and penis head got redder and hotter with each stroke of the strap across his quivering bottom. The inevitable happened.
He came. Semen jetted from his member, splashing across her thighs. Marla knew that this kind of thing happened to him - he had once come while she was busy putting his penis into tight and punishing bondage.
That was why she had pulled her satin gown up high around her waist, so it wouldn't be stained if he should ejaculate while being strapped.
That didn't make her any less mad, though. As soon as the last drops of semen spurted from his penis, Marla roughly pushed him off her lap.
She gave him hell. He was crying already. She pulled his hair, slapped his face and twisted his ears, making him moan.
She told him that since there weren't any maids around, he would have to clean up his own mess. She took the gag out of his mouth.
The panties were saturated with his saliva, soaked through and through. Marla opened the panties and pulled them down over his head. She arranged them so that his mouth was at one of the leg openings, so it was free and uncovered.
His semen was smeared and glistening on her thighs. She made him kneel on the floor in front of the bed. She opened her legs to him.
His mouth watered when he saw her thick black bush and her rosy pussy lips. But that wasn't the kind of oral service which she demanded of him.
He whimpered that he had never tasted his own come. Marla was unsympathetic, to say the least. She told him that it was long overdue that he did and that he was going to clean his semen off her using only his mouth.
She put her hand on the back of his head and pushed his face down against her thighs. Nelson fought back a shudder of revulsion as he pressed the flat of his tongue against the sticky puddles of milky-white fluid.
He tried to lick it delicately, but Marla was having none of that. She pushed his face down in the stuff, smearing it across his mouth and nose and chin.
He licked up the semen. It didn't taste like much of anything, to his surprise. It was flat and oily, but not nauseating. He licked Marla clean.
When he finished that task, Marla told him he could just crawl back up on her lap and resume taking his punishment. She said that since she was so rudely interrupted, she would have to begin from the beginning. That meant that she wouldn't count any of the sizzling strokes she had already given him toward the total. The counting began at one stroke and Marla began again.
When she finally finished the strapping, and pushed him off her lap, Nelson was well and thoroughly strapped. His buttocks were red and burning. It had been so painful, that his penis hadn't even gotten erect the second time.
The strapping was done, but Marla wasn't finished with him yet.
She took her length of twine and slipped the loop around the top of his testicle sac. She fondled his penis and balls as she tied him.
His member stiffened from her attentions. It erected in her cool palm. Her long fingers stroked the divide running down the center of his balls.
Once his balls were put in the twine leash, Marla demonstrated her power. All she had to do was give a little pull on the cord and the already tight loop would pull even tighter against his tender flesh.
Nelson gasped and rose on tiptoes to minimize the pain. Marla led him out of the bedroom and around the living room on the leash.
Nelson walked carefully on his high heels. He couldn't move very quickly because of his hobbled ankles, but Marla didn't care about that.
If he couldn't keep up with her that was his problem. And if he couldn't keep up with her, then the twine loop would pull even more agonizingly against his balls.
Nelson looked ridiculous as he took many tiny steps, frantically trying to keep up with Marla. The twine pulled tight when he lagged behind.
Marla was most amused. She laughed at his predicament. Her rich, drawling voice heaped sarcastic verbal humiliation on him. Nelson was in pain, but he loved it.
Finally Marla tired of her sport and marched him back into her bedroom.
She tied the end of the leash to the bedpost for a moment. She stood in front of Nelson so he could get a good look at her. Then she slowly and sensually peeled off her satin gown in a kind of strip tease. Nelson's hard member jerked with excitement. Marla pulled off the gown and put it aside. Nelson had seen her nude before, but he couldn't help gasping at the loveliness of her body.
Marla mocked his aroused condition. She cupped her breasts, lifted them and released them, causing them to jiggle enticingly.
She pinched her brown nipples erect. Her breasts were so full that by lifting them to her face and lowering her head, she was able to tongue her own nipples.
Her nipples glistened with her own saliva. Nelson's hands were bound in front of him. He ached to wrap his hands around his swollen member and stroke it until he came.
But he didn't dare. Marla was strict and no-nonsense in her attitude and he was afraid to anger her. He bit the inside of his cheek in excitement.
She spread her legs and let her hands drift down between them. She fondled her pussy lips until they were ruddy and glowing.
At last, she untied the twine leash from the bedpost and took it in hand. She stretched out on the bed and arranged the pillows to her liking.
She said, "You all were a very bad girl today, Nellie, 'specially when you made that nasty mess on my thighs. I should make you get dressed and send you on home. But I'm soft-hearted and willing to give you another chance."
She fondled her pussy. "Since you did such a good job of cleaning me up before, you can do the same thing for my pussy. Now get your red ass on this bed right now. And do me good, 'cause if you don't, your ass is going to be a whole hell of a lot redder!" She gave a pull on the leash, making him wince.
Nelson climbed on the bed and knelt between her legs and pressed his mouth against her pussy. He stuck out his tongue and licked her labia.
And that was what he was doing right now, still going down on her pussy. Her pussy lips and her thick dark bush were wet with his saliva.
Marla said lazily, "You've cleaned me up real nice and fine on the outside, Nellie. Now, I want you to get your tongue deep into my pussy and give it a real licking, so that I'm all cleaned up, inside and out."
Nelson slipped his tongue between her pussy lips. She was wet and hot as a furnace inside. Her juices tingled on his tongue.
He glided his tongue along her slippery pussy walls, tasting her juices.
He made liquid slurping sounds as he went down on her. Marla sighed with pleasure. She moved her left hand to her breasts and fondled them.
She rolled her throbbing nipples between her thumb and index finger. It caused waves of pleasure which she felt all the way down inside her pussy.
Time went by. Marla jerked briskly on the twine leash. Nelson moaned with pain. Since his mouth was pressed against her pussy membranes, the vibrations from his cry of pain rippled through her flesh, thrilling her.
He looked up from her pussy. His red face was smeared with saliva and pussy juices. His penis was a rigid rod of flesh jutting from his hips.
Marla said, "That's enough of that, Nellie. I want you to lick my clit and do it until you make me come. Do it nice and slow and gently."
He lowered his face back to her pussy. He moved his tongue up her slit. His tongue tip pressed against her throbbing clitoris.
The clitoris was an oily marble of flesh. Nelson flicked his tongue back and forth over it, concentrating totally on her pleasure.
Soon Marla began to rock her hips back and forth in response to the rhythms of his tongue. Her heavy breasts jiggled and shook. She pinched her nipples hard.
She tugged hard on the twine leash. "Hurry up, Nellie. No need for you to go slow now, honey. Give it to me good and hard and fast."
He did as she commanded, moving his tongue tip faster and faster on her clitoris. He was pleased when he heard her moan, but he didn't dare to stop.
Marla's clitoris quivered against his lips and tongue. She sat up and put her hand on the back of his head and pressed his face hard against her pussy.
His tongue lashed her clitoris. Marla came.
Her body went rigid when she climaxed. Her toes curled and she made a high-pitched wailing noise. Her eyes widened and her mouth was open and moaning.
She fell back against the mattress, gasping. She closed her thighs and rolled on her side, curling her long, strong legs. She clutched her stomach.
Nelson knelt on the bed, sitting quietly. He didn't think it was proper for a lowly slave girl like him to observe his mistress at such an intimate moment. He discreetly lowered his eyes and looked away until she had recovered.
Some time passed before Marla, groaning, sat up. She swung her legs over the edge of the mattress and put her bare feet on the carpeted floor.
"Christ," she muttered, "that felt like my pussy was turned inside-out!"
She stood, staggered unsteadily and put a hand on a bedpost to keep from losing her balance. Her splendid body glistened with sweat.
She patted Nelson's head. "You did real good, Nellie, real good. Damn, you're getting better and better at that! When you first started coming to me, you couldn't eat pussy to save your life. Now you've practically turned into a professional! You ever try any of that out on your wife, hon?"
Nelson admitted that he had never gone down on his wife.
Marla shook her head. "I felt sorry for beating your ass so hard, but after hearing that, I wish I beat you harder. You're a fool not to give some of that to your Charlotte. After she's had her pussy eaten like that once, she'll be glad to keep you in skirts forever - any woman would!"
Nelson mumbled that Marla didn't understand how things were between him and Charlotte. Theirs was a complicated marital arrangement.
Marla said, "Well, when all is said and done, that's your business, not mine. So, we'll let the matter drop. And since you did me so good and you're getting so talented with your mouth, I'm going to give you a special treat."
Her ripe buttocks jiggled as she crossed the bedroom. Her heavy breasts dangled as she bent over a cabinet and opened the top drawer and took something out of it.
She showed it to him. Nelson gasped. His spanked bottom quivered.
Marla held a dildo. It was seven inches long and as thick as a twenty-five cent piece in diameter. It was made of pink, yielding rubber.
Marla asked, "You know what this is, don't you, Nellie?"
"Yes, Mistress Marla, I know what it is." His voice was high and frightened.
Her eyes glittered with satisfaction at his fear. She went to him.
She fondled his spanked bottom. He moaned as he looked up at her.
She said, "You ever had one of these used on you, Nellie? Ever had your panties taken down and your bottom greased up so you could be fucked like a girl? Hmmm?"
Gripping the dildo shaft, she rubbed its head in the crack of his ass. His soft, spanked cheeks rippled as she rubbed the rubber dildo against him.
Marla teased, "What's the matter, Nellie? Cat got your tongue? How'd you like your mistress to rape your little red bottom, you saucy bitch?"
Nelson whimpered, "Please, Mistress, not that. I'm not ready for it. Please."
Marla was a professional. She knew when a slave was sincere and when a slave was merely pretending not to want to do something so his mistress could "force" him to do it. She judged that Nelson wasn't ready to have his ass fucked - not yet.
She shrugged. "Well, maybe some other time. 'Cause I'll tell you, Nellie, no slave of mine qualifies as a real slave until he's had his ass fucked by me. But we'll just postpone that for another date, you nervous virgin."
Actually, Nelson wasn't a virgin in his ass. A dominant mistress in Houston had once violated his bottom with a dildo. He would never forget it.
Marla said, "Well, since you're too much of a little sissy to give your all to your mistress, I suppose I'll have to settle for something else. I want you to show me how you suck this big old thing. I want you to imagine that it's a real cock. If you're going to dress like a girl, then you'll have to learn to do what a girl does in the bedroom. That means you'll have to learn to suck cock."
She rubbed the dildo head against his face. "Wet your lips and open wide."
Nelson licked his lips, moistening them. Marla pressed the dildo head against his lips. The rubber member was soft and yielding.
Nelson opened his mouth wide. Marla eased the dildo into it. She fed him a few inches, loving the sight of the shaft disappearing between his puckered lips.
She said, "Suck it good, honey. Get it all wet. Work that tongue around."
She shoved the dildo in and out of his mouth. He sucked it wetly.
"That's the way," she said encouragingly. "Close your eyes and pretend that a real cock is fucking your mouth, fucking it like it was a pussy."
As she moved the dildo in and out of his mouth, Marla's free hand drifted to her pussy. She began fondling herself, stroking her sensitive pussy lips.
"Good, honey, real good." She pushed the dildo deep in his throat.
The dildo head bumped against the soft tissues at the back of his throat. Nelson gagged. Marla pulled the dildo back enough to stop choking him.
"You'll have to do better than that, Nellie, if you want to be a real girl. Damned if I'm not getting hot just watching you give head! Now, I'll tell you what I'll do, Nellie. I want you to hold this cock deep in your mouth, while I do something that will drive you out of your ever loving mind!"
Nelson closed his jaws, holding the dildo in his mouth. Marla put her hands on his bare shoulders and pushed him down on his back on the bed.
Nelson whimpered with pain as his weight rested on his spanked buttocks, but he looked up at naked Marla with excitement in his eyes.
She arranged his limbs. She gripped the knot of the twine loop with her sharp fingernails, opened it and slipped it free from his balls.
She tossed the twine away. She had Nelson lift his bottom off the mattress so she could slip a pillow under it, elevating his hips.
His cock was hot and hard. She climbed on the bed and crawled over him on her hands and knees. Her heavy breasts dangled, swinging from side to side.
She straddled his thin hips. His penis quivered with excitement. Her hands, cool and soft, fondled the breasts formed by his padded bra.
She caressed his stockinged thighs. Always her hands moved between his legs, so she could fondle and toy with his throbbing member and swollen balls.
Her skilled caresses made him moan. But he obeyed her and kept the wet rubber dildo clenched in his mouth while she teased and tantalized him.
She said, "You all sure are a sweet little girl, Nellie. I know that I should tie your hands and feet to the bed, but I can't take the time to do that now, I'm too excited. So, you'll be a good girl for Marla, won't you honey?"
She wrapped her hand around his member. It was stiff and red. She squeezed it. A single drop of semen oozed out of the red penis head.
"You're sure enough ready for me," Marla said. "You're wet between your legs. Hell, you're practically creaming! And Marla's ready for you, baby."
Her voice was thick and husky and rasping with lust. Her hands were hard on his body. As she fondled him roughly, she would pinch and twist his soft flesh.
She said, "Too bad you're not brave enough to trust Marla and let her fuck your little red bottom. If you were, why, then I could rape you from both ends. You all haven't changed your mind about that - or have you?"
Nelson shook Iris head no. Marla said, "Well, you think about it, Nellie. I'm going to make that one of my goals - fucking you in your ass. You can't know what it's like to be a real girl until you've been penetrated. And you can't be a real slave girl until you've given every part of your body to me for my pleasure. I could force you and rape you, but I'm not going to. I want you to want it. You're going to be begging me to fuck you in your ass before too long. I promise you that, sweetie." As she spoke, she caressed him to distraction.
She gripped the base of the dildo shaft where it protruded from his mouth.
She said, "Since you're such a sissy - such a nervous Nellie - I won't be needing this, so we might as well put it away for now."
She pulled the dildo from his mouth. Saliva covered the dildo head and part of the shaft. Marla wiped it clean on his face.
She set the dildo down on the bedside night table. She leaned over Nelson so that her breasts dangled over his face. Her nipples just touched his flesh.
He ached to take those nipples in his mouth and suck them, but didn't dare to take such liberties. Marla moved her upper body from side to side, causing her heavy breasts to slap his face. Her flesh was hot and smooth as satin.
Marla moved down his body. She straddled his hips. She gripped his member and held it so that it was vertical and pointing straight up.
She said, "You can think of this as a reward for services you've rendered to me today, slave girl. I hope you know how lucky you are."
She raised herself up, so that her pussy was poised a few inches over his swollen cock head. She gripped his member just below the lip of the cock head.
She rubbed her pussy lips with the fleshy cock head. Nelson gasped as his member contacted her soft, silken, most intimate flesh.
She guided the cock head between her pussy lips. His penis was like a red arrow aimed at a tender target. She lowered herself down on his stiff penis, taking it inside her hot, wet, tight pussy.
Nelson clenched his hands into fists. He moaned continuously as she took him deep inside her. He bit his lip to keep from crying out loud.
Now, his cock penetrated her. Her pussy lips pressed against the base of his swollen shaft. But Marla was the aggressor. She was on top -physically and emotionally. She rocked back and forth.
His swollen penis rubbed against her dripping membranes, creating a sensual friction that thrilled them both.
The feeling was much too great. They both knew that they were going to come
And they did!
CHAPTER THREE
At the same time that Nelson Froline was being dressed in drag and fucked by Marla Blaine in Room 605, Nelson's daughter, Linda Sue, was trying to solve a mystery.
Linda Sue was in sprawling basement of the Froline's mansion in an exclusive suburb outside of Dallas. Linda Sue was hiding and watching.
She was sixteen years old. She looked like a younger version of her mother, Charlotte. Both were gorgeous blondes with lean, lithe bodies.
Linda Sue wore her golden hair in a pony-tail. She was tall, with a high-breasted, long-legged body. She wore a T-shirt and faded blue jeans.
Her face was exquisitely shaped. Her eyes were blue, clear, direct. Her lips were pink and wide and sensual. There was some innocence in her face - but not much. And what innocence there was, was more of an illusion created by her angel face, rather than from her real nature.
Linda Sue was the spoiled only daughter of one of the richest families in the Lone Star state - and that meant one of the richest families anywhere in the world.
Her grandmother, Daisy Caoman Crawford, was the widow of H. R. Crawford, the most fabulously lucky oil wildcatter the state had seen in decades.
Linda Sue wanted for nothing. She was jaded. She had seen it all and done it all and she was bored. But recently, her boredom had been replaced by excited interest in the mystery which puzzled her.
Now, hiding in the basement, she was sure that the solution of the problem was near at hand.
She was in the mansion's laundry room. There were washers and dryers. A steady churning racket came from a machine in operation.
There was a supply closet in the laundry room. Linda Sue was hiding in it. She shared it with brooms, mops, pails, bottles of cleaning fluid and similar stuff.
The door was open a crack and her face was pressed to it so she could look into the room. The closet was dark, but there was plenty of light outside it.
Linda Sue heard something moving ... footsteps. She moved back a little deeper into the shadows of the supply closet.
A woman carrying a basket of dirty clothes entered the room. This was Lucy Lyncastle, a handsome and full-bodied black woman who worked as a servant for the family. She was a big-breasted brown Amazon with a magnificent bottom.
She had a round face, shrewd eyes. She wore a gray uniform with lace trimmings and a pair of white shoes with rubber soles and flat heels.
A neat, delicate lace maid's cap was pinned to the top of her tightly coiled black hair. She held the basket pressed against her bosom.
She set the basket down on top of one of the washers. Her massive breasts strained against the front of her uniform, making the buttons strain so that they threatened to pop. It was partly unbuttoned and drops of sweat gleamed on the rounded swellings of her heavy brown breasts.
For an instant, Linda Sue envied Lucy for her impressive bustline. Linda Sue's breasts were full and firm and pointed, but they weren't full and awe-inspiring, the way that Lucy's were. Linda Sue hoped that when she got older, her breasts would get bigger. Charlotte, her mother, had a full, lush bosom.
Lucy opened the lid of the machine. The load wasn't done yet. She turned and exited the room. Linda Sue assumed she was going to get more baskets of wash.
The laundry room was deserted - but not for long.
Linda Sue recognized some of her clothes in the basket. Good. Now she would find out the solution to the problem which was puzzling her.
During the last few weeks, she had been disturbed with the loss of certain intimate garments of hers. It wasn't until a few of them were lost that she began to notice a pattern.
First, a pair of her panties was missing from her drawer. She knew that it had been there, because she had seen it only the day before. And yet, the following morning, when she opened the drawer, her panties were gone.
A week or ten days later, another item was missing. This time, it was a chemise, a frilly bit of lingerie she liked to wear to bed.
She wondered if the items were being stolen. If so, who was the thief?
She didn't know when the third theft had taken place. It might have happened before the other two. She kept her old training bras and some panties she had outgrown, in the back of her bottom drawer. She was meaning to throw them out, but she somehow never quite got around to doing it.
One day soon after the disappearances of her undergarments started, she discovered that all of her training bras and too-small panties were missing.
Now she was positive that there was a thief in the mansion, but she didn't know who it was. She was sure it wasn't any of the servants. All of them had been with the family for years and were completely trustworthy.
Besides, the servants were all paid so generously that they would have had to be crazy to risk losing such a good job for such inexpensive items like her old panties. Linda Sue was certain it wasn't one of the servants.
Now, she found out the answer to mystery. Somebody entered the room.
It wasn't Lucy Lyncastle. It was a young man in his early teens. He had long brown hair and brown eyes. He was medium-sized, with a fine body.
He wore sneakers. He lifted them slowly and carefully and placed them down with equal care, so as not to make a sound. He looked nervously over his shoulder, back at the open doorway through which he had just entered. He glanced around the room.
He tiptoed over the laundry basket. He tilted it on its edge. A pair of lilac colored panties belonging to Linda Sue fluttered to the floor.
The youth bent over and picked up the panties. An absorbed, ecstatic expression came over his face. His eyes widened and he gasped with pleasure.
He held the panties to his face and inhaled deeply, his nose pressing against the crotch of the undergarments. He put his hand inside them and rubbed the panties against his fevered cheek. His eyes practically rolled in his head.
This, then, was the thief. It was Julian - her younger brother!
Linda Sue wasn't surprised to discover that it was him. She had suspected him all along, although she had been mystified about his motive for stealing the garments.
Julian's free hand, the one which wasn't holding the panties, dropped to his crotch. Linda Sue noticed the thick bulge in his trousers. He must have a massive erection! She choked back a gasp that was half-laughter and half-shocked amazement.
Julian grabbed his member through his pants and squeezed it.
Suddenly, Julian became crafty. The dazed, delirious expression on his face was replaced by one of cunning.
He spun around and hurried to the doorway. He disappeared from Linda Sue's sight for a minute. She guessed that he was going to the basement stairs to see if Lucy would return soon.
Julian came back a minute later. He seemed more relaxed, as though he thought he was safe. He leaned against a wall and reached for his zipper.
He thought he was alone in the room. He didn't know that his older sister was hiding in the supply closet and watching him with hot, shocked eyes.
Julian reached inside his open zipper and pulled his cock out of it. It wasn't covered by his undershorts. It was the real thing, a rigid rod of red flesh!
Linda Sue couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had really hit the jackpot this time! She and her brother often feuded and fought and she was always on the lookout for a good way to squelch him or bedevil him.
And now, almost on a silver platter, Julian had delivered Linda Sue the ultimate power. Now that she knew what he did with the panties, she could make Julian obey her every command, her every whim and he would do it. She knew that he would do anything, anything! to keep her from telling their parents about him.
And he was giving her even more red-hot ammunition. He wrapped her panties around his cock. His face was red and flushed. He swayed like a drunken man.
He wrapped his fist around his panty covered cock. He moved his fist back and forth, kneading and pulling his cock, rubbing it with the panties.
Suddenly Lucy Lyncastle stormed in. "What are you doing, boy?!"
Julian looked like he was having a fit. He staggered as he wildly whirled around. He saw Lucy hurrying toward him.
Blood drained from his face. He made a strangled, choking cry. Linda Sue's panties were still wrapped around his erect member.
Too late, he tried to cover himself. The youth was dwarfed by Lucy. She was bigger and stronger and taller than he was. She grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him.
Julian was so unnerved at being caught that he nearly became hysterical. He babbled frightened, jumbled phrases at Lucy.
Lucy backed him against the wall and held him pinned and squirming against it. She shook him so hard that his eyes crossed.
Lucy said, "I knew you've been up to something down here, Julian! This time, you're caught with your pants down! I got you where I want you now!"
She looked down at his erect cock. "What's that you got wrapped around your pecker, boy?" Lucy's strong brown hand pulled the panties off his penis.
"These belong to Linda Sue!" She shook the panties in front of the youth's face. "How you gonna explain this to your sister - and your momma and poppa?!"
Julian started to cry. "God, Lucy, please don't tell on me! Please!"
Lucy was silent. "Maybe I will tell and maybe I won't. That all depends on you, little boy." A cunning look came into her eyes.
Julian tried to push his still-erect penis back into his trousers. Lucy slapped his hand away. She said, "You already got yourself in a heap of trouble from touching yourself down there, boy. You just keep your hands to yourself!"
"Please, Lucy, let me cover myself! That's all I want to do!"
Lucy laughed. "Even if you cover yourself, you can't cover up what you did. Using your big sister's panties to jack off into! Ain't you ashamed of yourself?"
Julian looked like a trapped rat. "I don't know why I did it, Lucy! I - I couldn't help myself! Oh, please, please don't tell on me!"
Lucy put her hands on her wide hips and scowled down at him. "You realize the kind of mess you're in, don't you, boy? This ain't no little stuff we're talking about here! Your folks and your sister will think you're some kind of pervert!"
Julian started to sob. He covered his face with his hands and wept.
Lucy pulled his hands down to his sides. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, child. All I got to say is you're lucky it was me that found you and not one of the other servants. They'd-a run and told your momma right straight off."
Julian looked hopeful for the first time. "Does that mean that you're not going to tell on me, Lucy?"
"Don't put words into my mouth. You're lucky that I've got a soft spot for you, boy. I've helped raise you up from a kid. I ain't like some of these other folks. I've been around. I know a little something about boys with your special problems. Maybe I can help you, Julian. Maybe you can help me, too."
Julian said, "If you won't tell on me, Lucy, I - I'll get you some money. I can get some from my Granma, but it'll take a little time-"
"Don't be insulting, boy. I don't give a damn for your money. You keep talking like that and by God, I will tell on you!"
"I'm sorry, Lucy. It's just that I don't understand what you want."
"But I understand what you want, honey child," Lucy said.
She wrapped her brown hand around his cock. Julian, startled, gasped loudly. In the closet, Linda Sue's mouth hung open in astonishment.
Lucy said, "Now, just calm down and get a grip on yourself, child. Well no, don't do that - I got a good enough grip on you already. But you just calm down so we can talk this thing out right and proper."
The head of his cock was a deep rose color. She gripped his member so that the cock head jutted out of the top of her fist.
She said, "Who'd you always come to when you had a problem, Julian? Like when Linda Sue and her friends teased you, or some of the bigger boys at the playground picked on you? You didn't run to your momma. You came to Lucy. Lucy always takes good care of her little Julian. And you should have come to Lucy for this problem, too." She indicated the panties lying on the floor.
Julian moaned, "I couldn't, Lucy, I just couldn't! I couldn't tell you or anybody else about this - I don't even understand it myself!"
Lucy released his member. Her splendid buttocks rolled under the gray fabric of her maid's uniform as she went to the laundry room door.
Lucy closed the door and locked it. She returned to Julian, crowding him into a corner. She reached for his belt buckle and opened it.
Julian gasped, "What are you going to do, Lucy?!"
"You'll find out, child. And you'll love it, too. Didn't I tell you that Lucy will take good care of her little Julian? You've got to trust me, honey child."
"I trust you, Lucy."
"Then let's get the rest of these clothes off you."
Julian started to protest. Lucy silenced him by placing her finger across his lips. She said, "There's a whole lot better uses for that mouth than saying 'no', Julian. And I'm going to show them to you. You got to trust Lucy."
She opened his pants and pulled them down off his slender hips. They fell to his ankles. His member jutted out from his hips, bobbing and jerking.
Lucy looked down at his genitals. "You're growing up fast, honey. Lucy should've taken care of you' a while ago. But I'll make up for lost time."
She made him raise his arms over his head so that she could take off his shirt. His chest was thin and his torso was lean, with ribs showing under the pale skin. A light brown curly pubic patch surrounded his cock and balls.
Once more, Julian asked her what she was going to do.
She said, "You like girl's clothes. I know you do, so don't you dare deny it, or I'll give your little ass a whipping you'll never forget!"
"I love it!" Julian admitted. "I don't know why - but one time, just to see what it was like, I tried on a pair of Momma's panties. They felt so good against my body - so soft -they made me feel so good inside!"
"Well, that's just what I'm going to do for you, honey - make you feel all good inside. Better than you've ever felt before. And you're gonna do the same thing for Lucy." She went to the basket of laundry.
She rummaged through it and found a bra. It was one of Linda Sue's. It was a white bra with plain, unadorned cups and lace straps.
Lucy said, "Linda Sue's bigger than you, so you won't have no trouble getting into this, Julian. Hold out your arms and I'll dress you in it. I'm going to dress you up just like a little girl."
Stunned, confused, Julian offered no resistance. Lucy fit his arms through the shoulder straps of the bra. She made him turn his back to her.
Her thick brown fingers were surprisingly nimble as they hooked the back of the bra into position. A slow smile of pleasure grew on her face.
She caressed his chest. Her brown hands drifted across his flat tummy. "Look at you. You're so thin and your skin is so smooth, that you could pass for a girl with no trouble at all." She stroked his hips and his thighs.
She took a step back from him. Julian was still trembling, but not with fright. He trembled with eagerness. Lucy was calm, almost placid.
It wasn't hot in the closet, but Linda Sue was sweating. Sweat dripped into her staring eyes, stinging them. She blinked them to clear them.
Lucy said, "You know what you're gonna do, Julian? You're gonna get into my panties." She rested a hand on a washer to balance herself.
Julian gasped as she lifted her skirt. She raised it up past her thick waist. Beneath the skirt she wore a white slip and a pair of panties.
Her hips were massive, her thighs strong and stout. Her calves were shapely, with slender ankles. The white panties she wore were made of lace.
They were thin and stretched tautly across her hips. They were semi-transparent and the hair of her thick black bush could be seen through them. The panties were so tight, that her pussy was clearly outlined against the fabric.
She pulled down her panties. Her bush was a black triangle on her brown hips. It was thick and full and reached half-way to her belly. Her pussy lips were thick and fleshy and were dark and soft.
She went to Julian and dangled the panties in front of his face.
"I been wearing these panties all day, honey," she said. "My juices are all over them. Can't you smell them?" She held the panty crotch under his nose.
Julian breathed deeply. His face was flushed and hot. His knees buckled and he looked like he might faint in ecstasy.
"They're wonderful," Julian gasped, "they're so wonderful!"
"You're going to put them on." She let the dangling panties brush caressingly against his shoulders, then his chest, before giving them to him.
Julian started to get into them. By mistake, he began to get into them backward, by Lucy quickly enlightened him as to the correct method.
"You'll know all about things like that, with Lucy as your teacher."
Julian was almost cross-eyed with delight as he pulled the panties on his body. Lucy was such a big woman that the panties were baggy and oversized in him and hung in folds. His erect cock bulged against the panties.
Julian pressed his hands against his penis. He looked like he was in a trance. His tiny pink nipples became erect. They looked like buttons pasted on his chest.
Lucy pulled something out of the laundry basket. It was a cloth sash for a bathrobe. She told Julian to put his hands behind his back.
"Why, Lucy? What are you going to do?"
"For a boy who was caught jacking himself off with his sister's panties, you sure ask a lot of questions. I should tan your hide, but I'm too sweet on you for that. But if you want to stay on my good side, you'll do what Lucy says."
"I trust you, Lucy." Julian put his hands behind his back, as she commanded.
She put her broad hands on his shoulders and turned him around so that his back was to her. She crossed his wrists then bound them together with the sash.
When she was done, she turned him around so that once again he faced her.
She said, "I tied your hands so you couldn't play with your pecker. I know what you need, Julian and I'm gonna give it to you good, but only if you do what I say. The first time that you sass me, or give me a hard time, I'm gonna have a nice long chat about your problems with your Grandma. Your momma is kind of soft-hearted, but your grandmother's from the old school. She'll have someone fetch her a hickory stick and she'll whip your butt so bad you won't be able to sit down for weeks! I got something on you, Julian and don't never forget it!"
Lucy looked around the laundry room. A three-legged wooden stool was tucked away in a dark corner. Lucy got it and brought it to the center of the room.
She went over to Julian. Her breasts rubbed his chest. She moved against him. His hard member stood straight up between the two of them, sandwiched between Lucy's hips and Julian's belly. Lucy reached behind him and rested her hands on his bottom. The teenager squirmed with excitement,
Lucy said, "Remember when you were a little boy? I'd sit you on my lap and you'd put your arms around my neck and cover my face with kisses. Well, now that you all are growing up, there's other, sweeter pleasure for you."
Holding his head in her hands, she crushed her lips against his. He moaned and she thrust her fat pink tongue into his open mouth. She tasted his saliva. Their tongues fenced, rubbing and entwining. Her hands roamed freely over his trembling body, fondling him, stroking and teasing.
She broke the kiss. He was hot and breathless. She ground her hips into his, rubbing them against his quivering, stiffly erect penis.
She stepped back from him. "It's gonna be just like old times, Julian. You're going to cover Lucy with your sweet kisses. Only this time, they're not going to be on my mouth, honey. No, I've got something much better for you to kiss."
She pulled up her skirt and slip, so she was naked below the waist. She was full-bodied, with wide hips. Her buttocks were full and plump, but not fat. She was a big woman, but there was too much strength in her body for it to be fat.
She moved the stool next to the wall and sat down on it. Her bottom was so big, that the edges of her buttocks hung over the rim of the seat.
She spread her legs wide, exposing her dark pussy. She put her hand between her legs and stroked herself. "Come to Lucy, Julian, honey."
Obediently he hurried to her, halting when he was a few feet away. She rested her massive hands on his slender hips.
She said, "I want you to do something for Lucy to show her how much you love her. I want you to get on your knees and give me a great big kiss - right between the legs! If you do me real nice, I'll do something extra-special sweet for you!"
"Oh, Lucy, I love you!" Julian knelt on the floor. He stared at Lucy's pussy, never before having had the chance to see a woman's sexual organs so closely.
He closed his eyes and shyly kissed her pussy.
"Aren't you the sweetest thing!" she sighed. "Now, keep your eyes open, 'cause you got a lot to learn about how a woman is made and how to pleasure her with your mouth. You all can start by kissing my pussy all over."
Julian planted dozens of little kisses on her fleshy pussy lips. The labia were softer than flower petals. The youth rubbed his cheeks against her bush.
He sighed, "Lucy, you smell so good and you taste so good!"
"You can taste me some more. Stick out your tongue - all the way out, like you were sticking it out at your sister to sass her - that's the way."
"Now, Julian, you keep your tongue out and you lick all up and down my pussy. Do it nice and slow to start with. All the other servants are busy, so there ain't nobody here to interrupt us. Ummmm, honey, that's the way."
"Keep licking, baby ... aaaah, that's nice. So nice. But don't stop. Just imagine that you're polishing up my pussy with your tongue. You've got to make those pussy lips shine, boy! Ummmm - ummm, that's nice!"
As she spoke, Lucy's breathing became deeper and heavier. Her massive breasts slowly rose and fell. Her voice thickened with pleasure.
"Okay, Julian, that's enough of that. You licked the outside of my pussy real good. Now, you're gonna go deeper. You're gonna lick me inside, honey. Yes. Just like a bee dipping into a flower to get some of that sweet nectar. Well, I got some nectar of my own for you. Stick your tongue in there and you can taste it."
From Linda Sue's position in the closet, she had a full view of the action. She could see Lucy leaning her broad back against the wall. Her brown legs were stretched wide open. Julian's slender white body knelt at her feet. His face was pressed against her pussy. Lucy fondled his shoulders and kept his head between her legs. Julian's bound hands rested on the small of his back. His legs were folded and his soft white bottom rested on the backs of his heels.
Julian burrowed his tongue into Lucy's pussy. Her pussy lips spread to the sides, exposing the bright, sea-shell pink of her inner membranes.
She was like a tropical rain forest inside her pussy, hot and steamy and musky. Julian had never smelled a sweeter perfume.
Lucy said, "That's real good, Julian. You're doing Lucy fine, just fine. You always were sharp as a tack and you're doing this real good."
She lifted his head from her pussy. Her juices were smeared on his face. He looked up at her, puzzled by the interruption.
"I got to show you something, honey child," she explained. She put her fingers on her pussy lips and pulled them to the sides, spreading them wide open.
Julian stared with hot fascination as Lucy displayed her clitoris to him. The fleshy button was large and throbbing.
She said, "You see that, honey? That's my clit. What that is, it's like the trigger of a gun. That's what you've got to lick. I want you to run your tongue over that and keep on licking, just like you were working on a piece of candy, just licking it on down. That feels better to me than just about anything else."
Julian learned his lesson well. Delicately he pressed his tongue tip on the clitoris. He felt the fleshy button throbbing. He began at too rapid and rough a rate and Lucy had to tell him to slow down. He moved his tongue more slowly.
His tongue work began to take effect on Lucy. Now that he had the hang of the process, she stopped issuing her verbal commands and sat back to enjoy her pleasure. Soon sweat trickled down her moon face. Her eyes were heavy-lidded. Her mouth opened. Her breasts trembled. Muscles flexed in her brown thighs.
Linda Sue's mouth was dry. Although she was too absorbed in watching Julian service Lucy to notice it, Linda Sue's nipples were hard and throbbing.
Her pussy tingled. It felt like it was dripping wet inside. She wanted to touch herself and make the tingling stop. But she didn't dare risk giving away her concealment by making a noise, so she remained motionless.
Lucy wasn't motionless. Her hand was on Julian's head, guiding it. Dark circles of sweat could be seen under her arms.
She sighed and gasped. Julian continued working his tongue. Lucy said through clenched teeth, "Don't stop now, child! Whatever you do, don't stop now!"
She came. She pressed his head hard against her pussy. She lifted her buttocks off the chair and ground her pussy against the boy's open mouth.
Her face scrunched up, like it was being compressed under heavy pressure. A groaning gasp was forced out of her as she climaxed.
She lifted his mouth from her pussy. She leaned back against the wall, filling her lungs with air. Her legs stretched open.
Julian sat obediently at her feet, like a little lap dog waiting for the next command. He licked his lips, loving the taste of her.
Finally, she opened her eyes and looked down at him.
Julian said, "Did I do right, Lucy? Did I pleasure you?"
She smiled weakly. "You surely did, child. You sure pulled my trigger. Oh, you're gonna need a heap of practice to get really good at it. Don't worry. Lucy's gonna make sure that you get more practice at it than you can handle."
She stood up. Her skirt and slip dropped down, covering her pussy.
"I promised that if you were good to me, then I'd do something real sweet for you, Julian," Lucy said. "Lucy never breaks a promise. You sit your cute little fanny down on the stool, right where I was sitting."
She assisted him. She took his arms and helped him stand up. She pulled down his panties, rolling them to the tops of his thighs. His rigid erection had remained rock-hard throughout his oral service of Lucy's pussy.
He sat down on the stool, his hands bound behind him. Lucy found a towel and put it on the floor in front of him, then knelt down on it. The floor was hard and she didn't want to make her knees sore.
She gripped his hard cock. "You pleasured me with your mouth and now I'll return the favor. Lucy knows all the tricks and I'll teach all of them to you. You all can think of this as a kind of sneak preview - a little taste of what you'll really get the first time I can get you alone for a long time."
She licked her thick lips, wetting them. She lowered her head and wrapped her lips around his organ. She took the stiff penis deep into her mouth.
Julian gasped and squirmed. Lucy rubbed his cock head against the slippery roof of her mouth. She slurped and swirled her tongue around his cock head.
She wetly sucked him. Her head bobbed up and down on his pole. His shaft was oiled with her saliva. She fondled his thighs and his balls as she sucked.
Julian's face was ecstatic. He couldn't believe his good fortune.
He was so excited, that he couldn't hold back for very long. He moaned breathlessly. His legs were taut, so that the muscles stood out. His toes were curled. Lucy's head moved up and down on his member.
He cried out loudly as he came. Lucy gulped down his semen as it gushed out of his cock head. Her mouth milked him dry.
Julian fell back against the wall, drained and exhausted and moaning.
After a moment, Lucy took the member out of her mouth. Her tongue flicked out to lick up the last drops of semen as they oozed from his cock head.
When no more semen appeared, she stood up. Julian babbled his thanks and his eternal gratitude and loyalty to her as she untied his hands.
Lucy kissed him. Julian showed no hesitation in kissing the mouth in which his penis had just shot semen. This pleased Lucy and she told him so.
Julian said, "I'll do anything you want me to do, Lucy. Anything!"
Linda Sue could well believe it.
Lucy said, "I'm gonna have to take my panties back now, Julian. If I had another pair with me, I'd let you wear them all day. But don't you fret none. I'm gonna get you a whole mess of panties, just specially for you. Panties and bras and slips and all kinds of lovely clothes. When I'm off-duty, I'm gonna have you come to my room. I'm gonna dress you up in all kinds of outfits and then I'm gonna do all kinds of things to you. You know the kinds of things I mean."
She fondled her pussy and squeezed his penis, so he couldn't possibly mistake her meaning.
She took off the panties and put them back on her hips. She removed the bra and put it back in the laundry basket. Julian got dressed.
Lucy said, "You go on up to your room and take a nice hot bath. And no more stealing your sisters panties! If you do, I'm going to give you an ass whipping!"
CHAPTER FOUR
At six o'clock that evening, Nelson Froline emerged from the Dorando Hotel.
Tyler Reed, detective, leaned forward in the front seat of his car and watched Nelson cross the parking lot to his own automobile.
Reed noticed that Nelson walked stiffly and gingerly. Nelson wasn't limping, but there was something stiff and strained in his gait.
That puzzled Reed. Nelson hadn't had any trouble walking into the hotel, but he seemed to be in some pain when he came out of it.
Not that Nelson looked like he was suffering. Quite the contrary. His face looked as serene and peaceful as if he had just come from a session of silent prayer and meditation and was once more ready to face the real world.
Nelson got behind the wheel of his car. He sat on the edge of the padded, deeply cushioned seat. He gasped as he rested his weight on his buttocks.
Tyler Reed couldn't know that the reason for Nelson's stiffness was because his bottom was sore and aching from the strapping Marla gave him.
Nelson started up the big V-8 engine and drove away. The detective trailed him discreetly in his own car, from a distance.
Reed followed Nelson out to the suburbs, finally breaking off the shadowing job when Nelson's car turned into the horseshoe-shaped driveway of his palatial mansion. He knew that Nelson would be at home for some hours.
Reed was restless. Deciding to follow up a hunch, he headed north, to a smaller, less expensive neighborhood, a residential district with fine homes and high walls.
He parked in front of a white, split-level ranch house surrounded by a high brick fence. An ornate but solid gate barred the entrance way.
He pressed a buzzer. After a moment, a voice crackled over the intercom set in the gate pillar. "Who are you all and what do you want?"
"I want to talk to Josie Baylor," Reed said.
"Yeah? And who in the hell are you, pard'ner?" It was a gruff man's voice.
"Reed's the name, Tyler Reed. Josie knows me. You tell her I'm here."
There was silence. After a moment, an electronic mechanism automatically opened the gate. Reed entered, shutting it behind him.
The lawn was green and lush and there were lots of trees. Tacked on the trees were signs which warned that trespassers would be shot.
A pair of snarling Dobermans were chained not far from the path on which he walked. The hounds bared their fangs at him and only their chains kept them from attacking him.
The front door was opened by a lone man, dry and lanky. He wore a large revolver in a holster strapped to his waist.
But it wasn't the guard who caught his eye. It was the young lady who stood next to the guard. She was gorgeous.
She had blonde hair which fell to her shoulders. She was about five and a half feet tall, and she wore a sexy French maid's uniform.
The uniform was made of black satin. It had a high collar and fit tightly against the maid's fine body. Her breasts were small and pert and pointed. She was slender, perhaps too thin, but lovely.
Her face was artfully made-up. Her brows were plucked clean and had been drawn in with a pencil, giving her an exotic look, like a Thirties movie star.
Eye liner and blue shadow made her eyes look even deeper and wider than they were. She had high cheekbones and a pointed chin.
Her lips were painted with a pale, waxy lip gloss. Blusher was applied, adding a touch of color to her cheeks.
Her black satin uniform was very tight and scandalously short. In front, it covered her from just below her chin, down to the hem of the brief skirt.
The maid's uniform had puffed sleeves and a flaring skirt. Pinned around her slender waist was a lacy white apron and a frilly cap of similar material was fixed to the top of her head.
The skirt was so short that it came to the very tops of her thighs. Her long legs were covered with fishnet stockings. Her feet were jammed into flat-heeled, black patent leather shoes with tiny rosettes on the tops.
The maid was shy and her eyes were downcast. Reed gave her a good looking over and liked what he saw. He stepped into the cool house.
The guard said, "She'll take you to Josie, man."
The maid turned on her heels and started down a long hall. Although the uniform covered the front of her chest almost chastely, in the back it had a plunging neckline with lots of fabric scooped out, revealing her long and elegant back. Her bare flesh was as white as marble and looked smoother than silk.
The hem of the garment barely covered the cheeks of her saucily rounded bottom. Her stiff, starched white petticoats rustled as she moved.
The long hall was lined on either side by doors. When they were midway down the hall, one of those doors opened and a woman stepped out.
She was tall and lean, a hard-faced, tough brunette in black leather. She wore a black leather bra which cupped her firm, pointed breasts.
Around her waist was a thick black leather belt with metal spikes jutting out from it. She wore black leather hot pants which hugged her crotch and bottom.
Thigh-high black leather boots covered her long legs. The shimmering, highly polished boots had six-inch spiked stiletto heels, making the woman toweringly tall.
In her hand she carried a riding crop. She smiled thinly when she saw the maid. The maid started to pass her. The brunette blocked her way with the crop.
The brunette caressingly ran the crop up and down the maid's stockinged thighs. The maid stopped and shivered.
The brunette said, "Hi, Samantha. You all ain't come to see Dixie for a while, honey. I sure have missed you. Give me a great big kiss to show me how you missed me, too." Dixie, the brunette, embraced Samantha the maid.
Dixie hugged the maid tightly. The brunette dominatrix ground her hips roughly against Samantha's and hugged her in a crushing embrace.
Dixie reached behind Samantha and rested her hands on the maid's buttocks. She fondled the firm globes through the satin skirt and the petticoats.
Dixie crushed Samantha's lips with her own. Samantha opened her mouth for Dixie's demanding, probing tongue. Dixie kissed the maid brutally.
Reed paused, waiting for Dixie to disengage from Samantha. The door to the room which Dixie had just left was open. Idly curious, he peeked inside.
The room was designed to look like a torture chamber in a dungeon. The walls and floor were made of stone and straw was scattered on the floor.
In the center of the room was a large wooden rack. Two naked bodies hung in bondage from this rack. Reed swallowed hard.
A middle-aged man, nude, hung from chains which were manacled to his wrists. His feet were chained to the floor. They were cuffed in a spread-eagled position.
A woman, nude, with a beautiful physique, likewise hung in chains. She was hanging upside down, suspended by her cuffed ankles from the overhead bars of the rack. Her cuffs were padded on the inside, so as not to damage her. Her arms hung downward and were secured by chains to the beam at the rack's base.
The man and woman were tied together with leather straps. They were arranged in such a position that the woman's pussy was pressed against the man's face and her head was bound directly against his cock and balls.
A third person, a woman, stood off to one side. Where Dixie was tall and spare, without an excess pound of flesh on her lean frame, this second woman was abundantly fleshed, voluptuously buxom.
She, too, was a dominatrix. She was short and wide. Her hair was flame colored, obviously dyed and piled up in elaborate curls and ringlets.
Her wide face was heavily made-up, with black arching eyebrows and a wide red mouth. She wore a corset with leather half-cups which lifted her lush breasts as though it was offering them for consumption by a hungry mouth. The half-cups left her nipples bare. They were fat and pink and the wide blurred rosettes took up a good part of her bosom. The nipples were stiff with arousal.
Fat garters dangled down from the bottom of the corset. They were pinned to the dark tops of nylons which covered the redhead's plump legs.
She was naked between the bottom of the corset and the stocking tops. Her flesh was smooth and creamy, with wide hips. Her bush was dark brown and her pussy lips were thick and fleshy, like a thick-lipped mouth peeping through a thick beard.
The redhead held a cat-o'-nine-tails. The bottoms and backs of the thighs of the bound man and woman were striped with the marks of a whipping.
They must have been enjoying it, though. The man's cock was hard and it was deep in the woman's mouth. And his face was pressed against her pussy, with his tongue inside her. The redhead saw Reed and winked. He looked away. She laughed.
Out in the hall, Dixie ended the kiss. Samantha was pale and trembling. Dixie mocked the maid's discomfort.
Dixie said, "Later, when I get done working, doll, I'm going to pay you a little visit. It'll be real cozy, just the three of us - you, me and my whip."
Dixie went down the hall. The redhead came to the door, her breasts bobbing as she strutted to it. She paused with her hand on the knob of the door.
She asked Reed, "You all see anything you like?"
"I'm here on business," he said quickly.
She laughed. "Me, too. Well, don't be shy, handsome man. Whatever turns you on, there's somebody here who can give you what you need." She closed the door.
Samantha resumed walking down the hall and Reed silently followed her.
There was a door leading outdoors at the end of the hall. Samantha led the detective out to a sheltered patio, a private enclosure.
Tyler Reed felt like he had stepped out of modern-day Dallas and into ancient Egypt. Josie Baylor, the master of this house, held court like a queen.
She sprawled indolently on a massive couch. The couch was shaped like a hollowed-out sea-shell and could easily have fit five people.
Josie was forty-five years old. She had the body of a woman twenty years younger. She wore a soft, clinging gown which displayed all her charms.
Her face, while striking, was too intense to be called pretty and too harsh to be called beautiful. But she was still a damned attractive woman.
Her brown hair was arranged in one of those elaborate coiffures favored by Nashville county music queens and female members of the Texas aristocracy.
Josie knew that aristocracy well. For over twenty years, she had catered to the kinky sexual tastes of the richest men and women in Dallas.
Her nose was sharp, like an eagle's beak. Her eyes were dark and deep. Her skin was white, almost pale. She avoided the sun. It aged her skin, she thought. The deluxe bed she reclined on had a canopy which protected her sensitive skin from the sun's rays.
The bed was covered with satin and silk. The pillows and cushions were piled up so she could be in a sitting position.
The gown that she wore was as slight and insubstantial as a cobweb. It was made from a gauzy, silken fabric which clung to her curves.
Her breasts were heavy, with large pointed nipples. Her belly was flat and lean and there wasn't an inch of flab on her hips or thighs or bottom.
She watched Tyler Reed follow Samantha the maid across the enclosed patio.
Josie was flanked by a pair of muscle men. Each of them was a splendid specimen of masculine development. They were scientific body builders.
One of them was blond and the other was dark. Their tanned bodies looked like they had been carved from wood. Their bodies were covered with oil. The sun gleamed on them, making them look like bronze statues.
They both were naked, except for black leather jockstraps. They held long poles with wide fans attached to the ends. They were slowly fanning Josie, moving the fans with care so as not to disturb her with too strong a breeze.
Sharing the bed with Josie were a boy and girl in their early teens. They, too, were naked. The boy was slender, with a lean, hairless body. The girl had budding breasts with neat pink nipples. Her bottom was ripely rounded.
Josie's gown was hiked up over her waist. She lay on her belly, resting her head on her arms. The boy and the girl were massaging sweet scented oils into the soft flesh of her buttocks and her thighs.
Josie made no attempt to cover herself when she saw Reed approach. Reed's face was carefully expressionless. He had known Josie long enough so that nothing she did surprised him. But he did feel overdressed in such an informal setting.
Josie drawled, "Well, if it ain't Tyler Reed, you old son of a bitch!"
He politely tipped his hat to her. "Howdy, Josie."
She held out her hand and he kissed it. Josie arched her eyebrow. She said, "For a Lone Star shit-kicker, you're developing some real Continental manners, hoss."
Josie sat up, swung her legs under her and rested her feet on the patio. She shooed away the boy and girl, telling them to amuse themselves until she called them.
They nimbly hopped off the bed. The girl was lightly bushed and her pussy lips were thin, pink and delicate. Her breasts were small, firm and high.
Despite his youth, the boy had an adult-sized pair of genitals. His penis, while not erect, was thick and full and his balls were heavy and swollen in the sac.
The youngsters went off to one side. There were numerous cushions and pillows lying around the patio. The youths sat down and embraced.
While they kissed, the boy fondled the girl's breasts. She reached into his lap and closed her hand around his penis. It swelled and grew.
Josie patted the plush mattress of her bed. "Sit down over here, Tyler."
Reed sat down. Samantha, the maid, asked him if he would like some refreshment.
He said, "Sure, why the hell not. Bring me some bourbon and branch water."
Samantha didn't have to travel very far. There was a completely furnished portable bar on the patio. She went there and made the drink.
Her shoes scuffled against the patio floor as she minced to Reed and handed him his drink. Josie drank something minty and green in a long-stemmed glass.
He and Josie made small talk for a while. Before going into business for himself, Reed had worked on the Dallas detective squad. One night, an important Texas politician had committed suicide in one of Josie's pleasure palaces.
Reed knew where the power was and he had cut a few corners and broken a few rules to hush up what could have been an explosive scandal.
Since then, he and Josie had been wary friends. When Reed retired from the force to start his own detective business, he and Josie became even more friendly.
He said, "Looks like you're keeping busy, Josie."
"You, too. I hear you all are moving in some pretty fast circles in town."
He laughed. "I just work for the gentry, Josie, I don't play with them. I'm just another hired hand."
"You and me both, pardner. Well, what can I do for you? I'd be flattered to think you drifted over here just to see little old me, but it ain't likely."
"Well, as a matter of fact, I could use a favor. I need some info, Josie."
"It don't hurt to ask," she said. "I may not answer, but you can always ask."
Over in the corner, the boy and girl were now horizontal. She lay on her back and he lay on her. He hadn't penetrated her, not yet.
They were kissing and fondling. The boy fastened his mouth on the girl's hard pink nipple and sucked it as he caressed her slender thighs.
The girl kneaded the soft white globes of his bottom. Their legs were entwined.
Josie said, "Look at 'em. Lord, what I'd give to be young again! 'Course, that ain't possible, so I do the next best thing - I keep myself surrounded by those lovely, wonderful young people."
"So I've noticed," Reed said dryly. "If they surrounded you anymore closely, you'd have to get a bigger bed."
Josie sighed. "Well, ask away, man."
He leaned forward. "What do you know about a woman named Marla Blaine?"
"What do you know about her?" Josie asked back. "Marla's okay. She's a nice girl. If you're planning to lean on her for something, count me out."
He shook his head. "It ain't nothing like that. Fact is, my client's husband has gone head over heels for Marla and my client is worried."
Josie said, "You trot on back to your client and tell her she can stop worrying. Sure, Marla's got expensive tastes and she don't come cheap. But the class of folks you're working for can easily afford her as a plaything."
"What's she like? Is she discreet? Can she be trusted?"
"She's no cheap blackmailer or grifter, if that's what you all are worried about. She ain't gonna put the squeeze on the fellow. She's honest in her way."
Reed said, "My client will be glad to hear that. She was worried about her man getting trapped into doing something, stupid, something that might create a messy scandal. Newspapers, police, lawyers, that sort of thing."
"Won't happen. That just ain't her style," Josie said flatly.
"Well, what is her style?"
Josie said, "Marla don't work all sides of the streets. She's a specialty gal. She's got real definite likes and dislikes, you might say."
"Kinky?"
"Damn right. Marla's a high-priced practitioner of her, uh, art."
Tyler Reed asked Josie what Marla's kink was.
"I can do better than tell you," Josie said, "I can show you. Samantha, come over here for a second, honey." The maid hurried to Josie.
Josie put her arm around Samantha's waist and pulled her close. Samantha blushed and smiled happily. Josie caressed the maid's thighs through the fishnet stockings.
Josie asked Reed, "You like Samantha, Tyler? Ain't she a pretty thing?"
"Sure, she's real cute," he said. "But what's that got to do with Marla Blaine?"
"I'm going to show you the kind of thing that Marla's into."
Josie lifted Samantha's black satin skirt and ruffled petticoats. Samantha looked down at the ground and stared at her feet.
She wore white lace panties. Josie pulled the panties down. Samantha turned toward her when Josie told her to move closer. Samantha's back was to Reed.
The panties were rolled down to the tops of her thighs. Reed saw the sun shining on a rounded, heart-shaped ass with soft, white buttocks.
Josie parted Samantha's thighs and reached between them. Tyler Reed saw something curious. Josie was untying something between Samantha's thighs.
Josie turned Samantha in profile so Reed could watch them better. Josie tugged at a small, thin cord which was tied around Samantha's waist and groin.
Josie tugged out a large leather pouch which had been tucked up between Samantha's legs, in the crack of the ass, out of sight.
There was a drawstring at the top of the pouch. Josie's long nails pulled it open. She pulled the pouch away, revealing a very masculine set of cock and balls between Samantha's stockinged legs. Samantha was a man.
"Well, I'll be damned!" Tyler Reed said.
Josie chuckled at his amazement. Samantha's cock and balls had been tightly compressed in the pouch, tucked away out of sight. Now that they were free, they expanded as they lay on Josie's palm.
She fondled Samantha's balls and caressed his penis. It twitched and jerked on her hand. It thickened and started to grow. In seconds, it was a stiff erection.
It looked bizarre to see that long, hard male member jutting from the hairless hips of Samantha. The masculine genitals were surrounded by frilly feminine finery.
Josie said, "That's Marla's game. She's a tough bitch who only goes with men who dress in woman's clothing - like Samantha, here."
Josie fondled the TV maid's cock with one hand and caressed his ass with her other.
She said, "Samantha likes Marla. You'd like to be on your knees for her, on your knees and serving Marla the way she wants, wouldn't you, Sam?"
Samantha said, "I don't want to serve anybody but you, Josie."
"Smart girl," Josie said. "That was the right answer to save yourself from an ass whipping, Sam. You know what this means, Tyler? It means that your client's husband has to be into cross-dressing. Has to be. If he wasn't, Marla wouldn't have nothing to do with him, no matter how much money he's got."
There was a sigh from the corner of the patio. The boy was fucking the young girl. His hairless buttocks were tightly clenched as he thrust his member into her pussy again and again. He moved with vigor and she matched his fire.
Josie said, "Mind that you don't make no trouble for Marla, man. She's okay and she ain't doing nothing that he don't want her to do."
"I ain't going to make trouble for nobody," he said. "It's not that kind of play. My client doesn't want no divorce. She loves her man. She just wants to make sure that nobody gets hurt and that there ain't no scandal."
"That guy'll get hurt if he goes to Marla," Josie laughed. "She loves to beat ass. Personally, I'm kind of fond of it myself." She patted the maid's behind.
"Yeah." Reed stood up. "Well, thanks for the information, Josie. I'll be moseying along now. Maybe I'll see you again soon."
"Why don't you stick around and get friendly? We'll have a party."
"That's the nicest offer I've had all day, but I'm on a job, Josie."
"I know tricks that Marla Blaine never even heard of. Stay with me."
"Sorry, Josie." He tipped his hat to her. "And don't worry about the maid showing me out. I know the way to the door."
On the ground, the boy gasped as he came, shooting semen inside the girl.
Tyler Reed went inside. The last thing he saw was Josie and Samantha.
Josie shrugged as Reed exited. "Well, what the hell." She squeezed Samantha's cock. She said, "As long as you got this nice hard-on, Sam, it would be a shame to let it go to waste." She gripped the member and licked her lips.
Josie took the stiff penis into her mouth. She rubbed the cock head against the roof of her mouth and whipped her tongue across the shaft's underside.
Samantha shivered with delight. For over twenty years, Josie had been known in the sexual underground of Dallas as one of the best cock suckers to ever hit that town. Josie put her formidable oral talents to work on the TV maid.
She relaxed the muscles of her throat, taking the cock deep into it. The male maid's buttocks were tightly clenched. Josie gripped them, digging her nails in.
Her head bobbed back and forth. She sucked Samantha until he came in her mouth.
Some four hours later, a curious meeting took place in Room 605.
Marla Blaine was meeting Tyler Reed. Marla wore a black silk blouse and a pair of jeans. The faded jeans were skin-tight and hugged her like they were painted on the flesh. They revealed the folds of her crotch and her curved bottom.
Her feet were in open-toed, high-heeled shoes. She sat on a couch in the living room, resting her feet on an ottoman.
She had no clients scheduled until midnight, so she was dressed casually, rather than in one of her bizarre domination outfits.
Tyler Reed recognized the musky smell in the room to be that of reefers which had been smoked not long before his arrival. He and Marla were alone.
Marla's dark eyes were sharp and appraising, but her face was otherwise coolly expressionless. "So you say that you're a friend of Josie Baylor's, huh?"
"That's right, ma'am." His voice was polite, deferential. He sat in an uncomfortable chair, his hands piously folded in his lap.
He had called Marla from the lobby of the Dorando Hotel. He told her that he had some specially tastes and that a mutual acquaintance of theirs, Josie Baylor, had told him that Marla could help him to indulge those strange tastes.
Marla denied knowing what he was talking about, but told him to come on up.
Tyler Reed had been commissioned by Charlotte Froline, Nelson's wife, to investigate the odd behavior of her husband.
Reed wanted to meet Marla directly. There was only so much he could learn about her from hearsay. There was no substitute for direct contact.
He owed it to his client to meet Marla and see if she was the type of predatory woman who might try a blackmail attempt, or, even worse, try something really stupid, like working on Nelson to divorce his wife and marry Marla.
At least, that's what Reed told himself was his real motive for meeting Marla - that he owed it to his client to make as thorough an investigation as possible.
But there was a strange knot of tension in his belly. He felt awkward and shy, like a boy going to his first dance. His ears were red and burning.
When Marla let him into her room, she told him that she had been unable to reach Josie Baylor by phone to check up on him.
"But you look all right to me," she said grudgingly. "Come on in."
She asked him if he wanted a drink. He said he wouldn't mind something a little refreshing and light, like a soda.
She said, "I'll have a straight up scotch. The bar's over there in the corner. You can make my drink and find your soda there, too."
Now, he and Marla sat across from each other, talking. Reed's cover story was that he was fascinated by Marla's scene, but that he was a novice, eager to begin, but also afraid and needing to be reassured.
Marla's hair was uncombed and hung around her face in disarray, giving her a wild, reckless appearance. Reed could smell her perfume.
"Not so fast," she said. "I don't take on just anybody who walks through that door. I've got expensive tastes and I like generous gentlemen."
Reed assured her that he would have no problem meeting the financial obligations.
She said, "That's only part of it. There's other requirements you have to satisfy. And the most important thing you have to satisfy is me. There are rules here. I'm not here for your pleasure. It don't matter, you pleasure. What matters is my pleasure. I'm the queen and you're lower than a slave to me."
She stood up. "I've got some time to kill, so I might as well waste it on you. We can have an introductory session right now."
Reed said, "I'm sorry, but I hadn't planned on doing it right now-"
"You can do what I tell you to do, or you can get the hell out of here!"
He mumbled that he was sorry. Her eyes had gotten cold and steely. She relaxed, but not much. She said, "Before we do anything else, take your clothes off."
His cheeks burned with embarrassment. "My clothes? All of them?"
"That's right. Hmmm, you're not so very bright, are you? I hope you're not thinking of disobeying me this early in the game?"
"No, of course not, ma'am. Uh, where should I get undressed?"
"In the guard room at Buckingham Palace," she said sarcastically. "You strip right here, fool. Shut your mouth and take your clothes off."
It was time to leave. He had learned all he was going to learn from talking to Marla Blaine and it hadn't been much.
On the other hand, maybe it would help him in this case if he knew what kind of scene Nelson Froline was into. After all, there was no substitute for direct experience and observation. And Marla was a beautiful woman ... and a bitch.
Marla said sharply, "Well? What in hell are you waiting for, boy?"
He apologized once more. She spread her legs shoulder width apart and rested her hands on her hips, striking a dominant and defiant posture.
Reed took off his hat, his jacket, his shirt, and his boots. He blushed as he pulled down his zipper. He pulled his pants down off his narrow hips and stepped out of them. He wore boxer style shorts.
He had a lean waist, slender hips and practically no ass at all, because his bottom was so flat. His legs were long and lightly covered with body hair.
"I'll say you're a beginner," Marla snorted. "Don't you have any panties at all? Those are some of the ugliest shorts I've ever seen in my life."
There was a small table by the side of the couch. Marla opened a drawer under the table and took something out of it, something hard and bright and metallic.
It was a gleaming pair of handcuffs. The tiny links of the chain holding the cuffs together jangled softly, musically.
Reed said, "What are those for, ma'am?"
Marla said, "They're for my protection. After all, I don't know you. I've never had a session with you. This will slow you down some if you're one of those sickies who turns violent. I ain't taking no chances with a stranger."
"You don't need to handcuff me, ma'am. I won't give you no trouble."
"I'll decide what you need and don't need! Now, you can put your hands behind your back so I can cuff em, or you can put your clothes back on and get the hell out of my apartment! I'm getting sick and tired of having to humor you, boy!"
Reed put his hands behind his back. Marla twisted his arms. There was surprising strength in her smooth, seemingly soft body.
Cold steel circled his wrists as the cuffs were snapped into place.
Marla said, "I don't know about you, but that makes me feel a whole hell of a lot better!" She thoughtfully cupped her chin in her hand and walked around him.
She said, "Yeah, I reckon I can do a few things to pretty you up. You're thin, which helps. Your legs are good. Kind of lean in the ass, though. Well, the first thing I'm going to do is get rid of those shorts you're wearing. They're just positively the ugliest things!" She pulled the shorts down off his hips.
They fluttered down his legs and fell to his ankles. Now, he was totally naked. Marla stared at his cock and balls and he felt self-conscious.
She grabbed his member. He cried out in alarm, then relaxed when he saw that she was only going to fondle it and not do some harm to it.
She smiled, loving his fear. "Relax, honey. I ain't going to hurt you - yet. You've got a nice tool." She let his cock rest in her palm.
She stroked his member. It quivered at her touch. It jerked, spasming with life and new thickness. It stiffened into a long, thick hard-on.
"Well!" Marla said. "Heavens, that was fast, wasn't it?!" Her expression showed that she savored having the power to make him respond in the most basic way.
She squeezed his cock and began to scold him. "That thing between your legs is a troublemaker, so don't let it go giving you ideas! Like I said, you're here for my pleasure! I don't want you to think that you're going to get to fuck me! I might fuck you, if you're a good little girl, but you won't fuck me!"
She released him. She said, "I've got all my pretties in my bedroom. I'm sure I've got some garments that will fit your size. Let's go and get you dressed. After that, we'll see what kind of a slave you can be and what the best way for you to serve me will be. There's the bedroom, over on the left. Let's go!"
She took hold of his cock and pulled on it, tugging at it like it was a leash. Reed followed her closely. When he lagged even a few feet behind her, she would pull very hard on his member and dig her long nails into the hard shaft.
Marla's bedroom was a feminine fantasy. It was all pink and white, with a massive bed dominating the room, just as it dominated Marla's life. The satin sheets were rumpled and disordered from her afternoon with Nelson.
Marla said to Reed, "Now I'm going to turn you into a girl!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Tyler Reed was in a strange predicament, one he had never before encountered.
He was in bondage on Marla Blaine's bed. He was on his back, tied spread-eagled on the soiled satin sheets. And he was dressed in ladies' sexy lingerie.
Marla had selected the most lurid garments she had for him. His torso was tightly encased by a corset which she laced up the back.
Reed was a long, thin man, but the corset held him so tightly that it gave the illusion of feminine curves. It was so tight, he was breathless and gasping.
The corset was made of red satin with black lace embroidery. It had all kinds of fancy frills and ribbons and buttons and hooks.
The corset cups were padded with foam rubber inserts, giving Reed a buxom bustline. The corset caused his normally flat ass to plump out somewhat.
Dangling from the bottom of the corset were four fat, frilly garters. The garters were oversized and made out of red lace.
His long legs were sheathed in bizarre black stockings with a wild diamond pattern. The diamond pattern made his legs look like the back of a snake.
His feet ached. Even the largest size pair of high heels which Marla kept for her TV slaves was too small for him. The shoes were red patent leather. The shoes had sharply pointed toes and his own toes throbbed with pain in them. The heels were six inches long and he had made an absurd spectacle of himself earlier, when he tried to walk around in them. He felt like he was on stilts and had moved as stiffly as a long-legged flamingo wading through a swamp.
He didn't have to worry about walking now. He was bound so securely to the bed that he couldn't have broken loose no matter how much he strained.
The make-up which Marla had applied to his face made him feel ... odd. She had sat him down at her vanity after she dressed him. His hands were still cuffed then.
She used the make-up to soften the hard, angular lines of his face. She used her pencil to darken and accent his brows. She had painted his lips into a pouting, red-lipped mouth. The lipstick tasted sweet to him.
A short, curly blonde wig was attached to his scalp. The golden curls bobbed against his hot face. The wig was made of natural human hair.
His bottom ached. Marla had used her hair brush to paddle him. Reed hadn't been spanked since he was a kid, when Ma used to take down his britches and lay into his ass with a hickory stick when he had done wrong.
He wondered what she would say if she could see him now.
Being dressed like a woman brought back memories he had almost forgotten. When he first joined the police as a rookie, he had been required to masquerade as a woman. He was serving as a decoy to help catch muggers in a crime-ridden park.
That had been over thirteen years ago, and he had long forgotten it. But now the memory was fresh and clear and he could recall how it had been to wear a skirt.
All of this - his cross-dressed state, the make-up, the spanking, Marla's verbal humiliation, being bound to her bed - all of that wasn't what was disturbing him and throwing him into a dilemma.
This was his problem - he had never been as excited by a woman as he was by Marla, now. She was a dominant, beautiful bitch.
She had stripped off her shirt and jeans for the session. Her heavy white breasts were held by a black lace bra with lace shoulder straps.
Black lace panties, low-cut and bikini style, made a black triangle across her hips. The panties barely cupped the bottom of her buttocks and was so low in front that her dark pubic bush was clearly visible.
She stood by the bedside. "How you doing, honey? Never mind, don't answer me. That big hard thing between your legs answers me better than your words could."
It was true. Reed's penis was rigidly erect. It had been in that condition ever since she put the first feminine garment on him and showed no sign of softening.
Marla said, "You don't talk much, do you? That's okay. I like a quiet girl. Besides, there's better uses for mouths than talking. You know what I mean?"
She pulled down her panties and fingered her pussy so there could be no mistaking her meaning. The panties fluttered down her smooth legs to her ankles.
She stepped out of them. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her lush breasts tumbled free from the confining cups. Her nipples were hard.
"You look kind of lonesome up there on that bed," she said. "Think I'll join you." She mounted the bed, the mattress sinking under her weight.
Her soft flesh brushed against him, inflaming his senses. She climbed on the bed at its head. He could smell her perfume. Her soft breasts dangled.
She positioned herself so that she faced his feet. She straddled his head. Her smooth, strong legs were folded under her.
Reed looked up as a shadow covered his eyes. Her pussy loomed directly over his face. It was beautiful, with thick lips and a full bush.
Marla said, "I sure hope you're feeling hungry today, miss, 'cause I'm planning on settling in for a long session. And I better warn you. If you don't eat me real good, to my satisfaction, I'm going to tear up your ass with my whip."
She lowered her pussy on his face. Now he could smell a different kind of perfume, the sweet and musky aroma of her pussy.
Marla fingered her pussy. "I'm all wet, but you'll make me a whole lot wetter."
The pussy came downward. His nose bumped against the soft, yielding pussy lips. Marla continued to sink downward. Her pussy lips split and spread to the sides, exposing her hot pink membranes. They were shiny with juices.
Her pussy covered his face. Reed kissed and licked her pussy. He rubbed his lips on her pussy lips. Her juices smeared his make-up.
He felt oddly upset by the knowledge that Marla's carefully applied make-up job would be ruined. Well, maybe if he did a real good job of pleasing her, she would apply some more make-up later.
Then he realized what he was thinking. He had to be honest with himself. His career as an investigator had taught him to look for the facts.
And the facts in this case were that he loved being dressed like a girl and dominated! He found it hard to believe, but it was true!
What a waste it was that he had waited so many years before discovering his true nature! But now that he knew himself, he knew that he loved cross-dressing.
Marla dug her heels into his sides. His oral performance had suffered while he was absorbed in his thoughts. Recognizing and accepting his destiny, Reed turned all his attention to the task of pleasuring her with his mouth.
What a delightful task it was! Her juices were thick and delicious on his tongue. He probed inside her pussy, tasting her, not getting enough.
Her smooth, hot thighs pressed against his face, holding his head in place.
Marla said, "Lick my clit, you stupid slut! Get your tongue working!"
He moved his tongue up her dripping slit. Her clitoris throbbed against his tongue tip. He pressed his tongue against the fleshy button and was rewarded after a moment by hearing Marla's first soft sigh of arousal.
Marla rocked her pussy back and forth over his face. His make-up was hopelessly ruined, but he didn't care. The only thing that mattered was keeping Marla happy.
Her juices and his saliva was smeared on his face from the top of his forehead to the point of his chin. She moved so that her clitoris continually rubbed back and forth against his tongue.
She leaned forward, which caused her pussy to thrust even more tightly against his mouth. She gripped his swollen shaft and held it upright.
Tyler Reed could have fainted with delight as she took his cock into her mouth. She sucked him while he tongued her. She fondled his balls.
He held back as long as he could, although he wanted to orgasm the instant she took him in her mouth. Earlier, when she warmed his bottom with the brush, he had been highly aroused and only by biting the inside of his mouth until it bled was he able to keep from coming in her warm lap as she spanked him.
Her head bobbed up and down on his member. Her long black hair spilled across his hips and his stockinged thighs. She caressed his legs, her hands gliding over the shimmering diamond pattern stockings, feeling and fondling him.
He came first. No matter how hard he tried to fight it, he could only hold out for so long. And this time his mouth was occupied with pleasing her pussy, so he couldn't use the trick of giving himself pain to delay his orgasm.
He groaned as he came. He felt like his guts were being turned inside-out. Semen erupted from his cock like lava from a volcano.
His groans rippled with erotic vibrations through her pussy membranes. Marla pressed her pussy even harder against his mouth, grinding her flesh into him.
Semen gushed into her mouth. But she didn't swallow the fluid. She held it in her mouth. She squeezed his cock, milking the last drops out of it.
She straightened up, taking his cock out of her mouth. Even though she hadn't climaxed, she dismounted from his mouth like a rider climbing off a horse.
Reversing position on the bed, she crawled to him. The hard nipples on her dangling breasts grazed his bare flesh, thrilling him. He was a bit puzzled by her actions.
She gripped his wet, red head in her hands. Her lips were glossy with a glistening layer of his semen shining on them.
She lowered her head to his. His mouth was open. She crushed his lips with hers.
She had been holding his semen in her mouth. Now she returned it to him. He choked, more in surprise than in fear. She took hold of his skin and pinched it cruelly, forcing him to cry out, keeping his mouth open so he would have to swallow the come. His throat muscles worked as he gulped it down.
Even after it all had been swallowed, she kept kissing him, her tongue rubbing his, exploring the depths of his mouth, tasting him.
Finally she broke the kiss. She smiled with cold satisfaction.
She said, "That nasty stuff which came out of your cock belonged to you, doll, so I figured I'd return it to you. Is there any more left on my mouth?"
"A little bit," he said. A strand of semen clung to her lips.
"Kiss it off," she commanded. He obeyed without hesitation.
Marla patted his head. She toyed with the golden curls of his frilly wig. "You all are a good girl. You kind of fancy Marla, don't you?"
"Fancy you?" he repeated. "I love you, Mistress Marla!"
"What, after just one night - only a few hours?!" She laughed, but she was pleased. She was always pleased by tributes to her seductive, dominant beauty.
She said, "Let's not talk about love, doll. I don't even know what it is."
She reached for his member. "Hmmm, you are a horny bitch," she said. "Look at how stiff and red that thing is! I declare, it hasn't softened a bit, not even a little bit, even though you came like a gushing oil well!"
She moved so that she straddled his hips. "As long as you do have that big hard thing between your legs, I might as well make use of it."
Her bare thighs pressed against his stockinged limbs. She toyed with his member. She pinched it, digging her nails into it until he gasped, then surprised him by turning the penis punishment into pleasure as she stroked his swollen balls.
She said, "You're mine. You belong to Marla. You know that you're her slave. You can wash off your make-up and take off your pretties and put on your ugly man's clothing and walk on out of here. But you ain't ever gonna forget Marla. You'll think of me constantly and every time you do, your thing will get hard. And you'll come running when I call you. You belong to me."
He didn't deny - couldn't deny it - because it was true.
Marla said, "Since you belong to me, I might as well see what you're good for. You weren't bad with your mouth, but you're gonna need a lot of practice to come up to my high standards. You'll pay for the privilege of learning how to eat me right and my strap will be right there to whip your ass when you don't measure up. Now, let's see if you're any good with this thing."
She rubbed his cock head against her pussy lips. It felt so good, that Reed squirmed on the satin sheets. His stockings rustled against them.
Ropes circled his ankles and wrists, binding them to the bedposts.
Marla lowered herself down on his shaft. She held it upright. The red cock head pushed aside her fleshy pink pussy lips. Her weight and the force of gravity made her lower herself down. His member disappeared from sight as it penetrated her.
She was hot inside, a furnace. Her pussy was like hot velvet.
She lowered her upper body. Her heavy breasts dangled tantalizingly over his mouth. He lifted his head, but Marla pulled herself out of the reach of his mouth.
She bent forward again, which forced his cock deeper into her. She swayed from side to side, slapping his face with her soft, yielding breasts.
She rocked back and forth, bumping her hips, fucking him. She fed a nipple into his mouth. His lips closed over it and sucked it as she ravished him.
She moved faster and faster. Sweat dripped from their bodies, even though the room was air conditioned. The sweat greased their bodies and caused their hot flesh to cling together. Each time she rocked backward, his shaft emerged from her pussy. His member was redder and hotter with each stroke.
She always kept his cock head in her pussy. But as they fucked faster and faster, his cock slipped free from her pussy.
She gripped the: member and took it deep into her, moving so quickly that she hardly missed a beat. She fucked him again with renewed fury.
It was good for Reed that he had orgasmed once. It took some of the desperate urgency out of his system, enabling him to fuck for a long time.
This time, he did hold back until Marla was ready to come.
She was like a wild animal in bed. She dug her fingernails into his thighs where his soft flesh emerged over the stocking tops. She slapped his face and pinched his nipples. She made wordless, harsh, demanding cries.
She moved faster and faster. Her belly slapped against his. Reed twisted in his bonds, the ropes cutting into his flesh. But even the pain was sweet.
Marla came. She cried out. She shoved her hips into him in one last, final surge, taking him so deep into her that his cock head bumped her womb.
She dug her nails into his flesh, drawing blood. Semen spurted into her. Her pussy shivered convulsively and squeezed against his member, milking it dry.
The come soaked into her heated membranes. She exhaled loudly, her breasts trembling. The gushing semen filled her pussy.
She closed her eyes and slumped forward. She filled her lungs with air. Reed turned his head to the side. He was gasping and moaning with pleasure.
Marla finally lifted her head. She looked exhausted. A satisfied, lazy smile flickered across her face. She patted his cheek.
"Not bad, darling," she said. "You did all right for yourself."
Tyler Reed said sheepishly, "Mistress Marla, I - I have a confession to make."
"What's that?" she said. "You mean your confession that you're a detective, a snooper hired by Charlotte Froline to find out what I do to her husband?"
"How did you know that?!" He was stunned.
"I knew it all along. You see, I really did manage to get through to Josie Baylor and she told me all about you," Marla said. "So I thought that I'd play along with you and see what your game was."
He was ashamed. "God, Marla, I'm sorry that I deceived you-"
"That report you make to Mrs. Froline should be some interesting reading," Marla teased. "It will have to be X-rated and wrapped in asbestos covers."
"I'm not going to make that report," he said. "I could never do that now. Being with you tonight made me discover more than I had bargained for. More about myself, I mean. Marla, please let me be your slave! Please!"
"You found out that you like to dress up like a girl and get bossed around," she said. "Well, you came to the right place, because that's what I surely love to do. But don't you have a conflict of interest now, between me -your new master - and your client, Mrs. Froline?"
"There's no conflict. It's you that I want to serve. I'll resign the job."
"No, don't do that," Marla said. "As a matter of fact, I've been wanting to have a nice long talk with Charlotte and you're going to arrange it for me."
"But - why?"
"Don't ask so many questions. That's none of your business. A good little slave girl never asks, 'Why?' She merely does what her mistress commands."
"I don't understand why you want it, but I'll arrange that meeting for you with Mrs. Froline," Reed said.
"Good. That will take care of that little matter. But there's some other pressing business for you and I to settle right now, you sly little slut."
She sat up straight, his still-hard cock twitching inside her.
She said, "It was very naughty of you to come to me under false pretenses, slave girl. I was planning to whip your ass raw and teach you a lesson, but I decided to have some fun with you instead, 'cause I liked your looks. But if you plan on being my slave for real, then you're going to have to be severely punished for starting off on the wrong foot with your beautiful mistress."
"I don't care, Mistress Marla. I want to be punished. I need to be punished."
She smiled cruelly. "I'm afraid that I'm not going to be as sweet to you as I have been up to now. It's a very serious offense, trying to fool your mistress. Let me tell you what I'm going to do to you."
"I'm going to put your penis in bondage. I'm going to tease it until it gets super hard and then I'm going to put a cock ring on you, so you'll stay hard."
"I'm going to gag you. But not with any old gag. No, this will be a penis gag. The gag part of it is shaped just like a fat cock. I'm going to take that cock and stuff it into your mouth and strap it into place. It'll be good practice for my new slave girl and will help her get used to having things put in her mouth."
"Then I'm going to give you a real ass whipping. I'm not going to use my brush, either. I'm going to use my leather strap. I'm going to whip your ass red and raw. You won't be able to sit down for a week without thinking of Marla."
Her dark eyes glittered as she described what she would do to him. "And don't think that your punishment is going to stop when I finish strapping your ass. I'm going to make you cry like a baby. You'll beg for mercy with tears in your eyes."
"But there won't be any mercy, not just then. Naughty slave girls must be strictly punished. After I've whipped your ass, you're going into the bathroom."
"How long has it been since you've had an enema, slave girl? However long it's been, that's too long. But you won't go another night without being thoroughly cleaned out. And Marla will do the cleaning, Marla and her red rubber bag."
"Wait'll you see the enema nozzle. It's not long and thin, it's fat and thick and white. It's just like a big, hard cock. I'm going to take you over my lap like the little girl you are and I'm going to stick that thing right up your ass."
"Then I'll fill you up and clean you out," Marla continued. "When you're all purged and clean as a whistle, the fun will really start. You like the kind of slave girl who always has to touch herself. I'll fix that."
"I'm going to put you into a chastity belt to prevent that problem. Once I don't have to worry about you touching yourself and making yourself come, I'll dress you. I'll dress you in some trampy clothes I've got, real whore clothes."
"You'll be in red silk panties and black stockings and a bra, too. Then I'll tie you to a chair right by my bed, so you can see everything that goes on. You'll be tied so tight that you won't possibly be able to get free."
"Then you can watch me dress. Your thing will be hard and aching to be put inside me. Forget it! And I'll tease you and touch you and breath in your ear and lick it and drive you wild! But you won't be able to do nothing about it!"
"You'll think you can't stand it anymore, that you'll go mad with lust," Marla promised him, "but there'll be worse in store for you."
"You see that clock on the night table? Well, when it says that the time is midnight, the fun will really begin - for me, but not for you."
"You see, slave girl, I've got an appointment at midnight. A slave of mine is coming to pay homage to me, to worship me and he won't be alone."
"He's a cross-dresser, too. He's very young, scandalously so. He's a Yankee, but I like him anyway. His name is Lane and he's a kid genius, a computer wizard. He's real young, but he's got real sophisticated tastes."
"Lane likes to dress up, too. And he really looks convincing. He's real thin, with a sweet face and these big, wide, innocent blue eyes. But his eyes are the only thing innocent about him."
"His mistress, Shari, will be joining him. She's ten years older than he is. She's big and busty and real dominant, maybe even meaner than me."
"She keeps her slave girl-boy in panties all the time. Even when he's at work, dressed in a snappy business suit, he's got a frilly pair of panties on. And when he's on his own time, he dresses all the way. He can walk out into the plaza at high noon when he's all dressed like a girl and he looks so real that nobody would think that under his skirt is a cock and balls."
Marla fondled her clitoris, her fingers rubbing it as she delivered her hypnotic recital. "You know what I'm going to do to Lane when he gets here? I'm going to strip off his dress and tie him down on this bed and take down his panties and rape him - rape him right under your nose."
Tyler Reed whispered, "God! I'd love that!"
CHAPTER SIX
Something very mysterious was happening at the Froline mansion.
It was two days since Marla Blaine had put Tyler Reed in panties and made him her slave. But Linda Sue Froline, the beautiful teenager, knew nothing of such matters.
She did know that her mother, Charlotte, very definitely wanted her away from the mansion this night. Why? Linda Sue would find out.
Charlotte usually was far from thrilled at her wild daughter's escapades, but today she had suggested that Linda Sue go away for the weekend. She even offered her daughter the use of the family's private jet to fly down to Acapulco of Vegas or the Florida Keys.
Linda Sue told her mother that she planned to stay in the Dallas-Fort Worth area. Charlotte Froline kept hinting that Linda Sue should go away somewhere.
Of course, this only ignited her daughter's curiosity. Linda Sue made a pretense of going out for the night. In reality, the teenager never left the mansion
The family home was so large that it was easy for her to hide in it without being spotted. She found an empty room in the west wing and settled in to see what would happen this night. It had to be something pretty important!
Not for the first time, Linda Sue wondered if the mystery had something to do with her brother Julian and his peculiar erotic obsession.
Perhaps Charlotte Froline had found out about her son's cross-dressed behavior with the buxom black servant, Lucy Lyncastle. Linda Sue hoped her brother hadn't been found out. His obsession gave her the perfect lever to control him with.
And Daddy was behaving a bit oddly these last few days, too. He seemed nervous, abstracted and pre-occupied. Linda Sue wondered if he was having a disagreement with her mother. Before this night was over, she would have her answers.
In another part of the house, Nelson Froline was more nervous and worried than ever. Marla Blaine had given him a bizarre command.
Nelson was dressed in a long-sleeved, high-collared man's shirt and a pair of dark slacks. But beneath them, he was in panties and stockings.
A black satin garter belt was around his waist. Long, seductive black stockings covered his legs. Over his stockings and garters he wore a pair of lacy black panties. When he moved, he could hear his nylons rustling against his trousers. He sat in a chair in a room he used as a study.
Nelson loved to cross-dress, but he was always very careful not to let his private kink intrude on his personal family life.
But today, for some reason, Marla hadn't been able to rendezvous with him in Room 605 of the Dorando Hotel. He was jealous and wondered if she had found some new, younger cross-dressed male to torment and tantalize.
Over the phone, Marla commanded him to put on his panties and stockings and garter belt and wear them tonight. Nelson didn't know what she was up to. It seemed like an arbitrary command, but so many of her commands were.
She warned him that he could never hope to deceive her and that even though she wouldn't be seeing him tonight, she would know if he obeyed her command. She promised him that if he dared to disobey her, he would be severely punished and possibly even expelled from her stable of TV slaves.
Nelson had no intention of disobeying her. Her word was law. Perhaps Marla was seeking to extend her control of him into his home life as well.
It was an alarming but an exciting prospect. Nelson had to admit that being dressed in his favorite kind of garments - women's garments - was a new kick.
The study was a handsome room. There was a massive antique desk, a leather covered couch, a few comfortable chairs, a large globe of the world and bookcases filled with many handsomely bound volumes.
There was a sharp, firm knock on the door. Nelson said, "Yes? Who is it?"
"It's me - Charlotte." The door opened and Charlotte Froline entered.
During her youth, Charlotte had been the darling of the society columns. She was rich, beautiful and wild. Since her marriage, she had become domestic, but her more subdued behavior did nothing to take away from her considerable beauty.
She still had the same seductive physique she had had when she was the Homecoming Queen at college. Her breasts were full, yet firm, with sharp pointed nipples. Her waist was slender. Her bottom was ripely rounded, without fat or sag.
She had ash blonde hair and an aristocratic face. She was an ardent horsewoman and loved the outdoors. Her skin was bronzed by the sun.
She had blue eyes, a thin patrician nose and full, red lips. When she entered Nelson's study, she wore a large, oversized robe which covered her from her neck to her ankles. It was made of black velvet and belted around the waist.
She closed the door behind her. She held something behind her back, so that Nelson couldn't see what it was. She smiled to herself, as though savoring some private joke. "I have a little something for you, dear."
She took the hidden object from behind her back and showed it to him.
"What the- " Nelson blurted in amazement, his face reddening.
Charlotte held a long switch, a fresh-cut branch from a tree which she had had one of the servants fetch for her earlier in the day.
The switch was long, thin and flexible, like a whip. Charlotte held it in both hands. Her eyes were hot and excited. She went to her husband.
She said, "I have something to show you, darling. Look at me, but say nothing."
She opened the robe and took it off. Beneath it, she was bizarrely costumed.
A frilly black lace bra cupped and lifted her breasts. The bra was specially wired and reinforced and plumped up her white, swelling bosom.
Around her lean waist was a black lace garter belt. It had fat lace flounces which rested on her skin like veils and four frilly garters.
A pair of black satin panties made a dark triangle across her hips. The sensual fabric was tight and taut against her pussy and clearly outlined her pubic mound.
Nylons covered her long legs. Thousands of hours of riding horses had made her legs superbly strong. Muscles rippled under her smooth, soft skin.
Her height was increased by the high-heeled shoes she wore. They were made of black patent leather and were so shiny that they seemed to shed their own light.
Nelson was stunned. His eyes bulged in astonishment, and his mouth hung slackly open. He blinked rapidly, and was half-convinced that he was dreaming it all.
Charlotte moved with easy grace as she crossed the room. Her breasts jiggled in the black lace bra and her hips swayed from side to side. The high heels accented the contours of her lovely long legs.
She loomed over Nelson. His senses were spinning. He started to rise, but she put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into his chair.
She let the switch fall lightly across the tops of his thighs.
She said, "Do you know what this is, darling? It's a switch. And you do know what it's used for, don't you? It's used for punishing naughty little husbands. And you have been very, very naughty, haven't you, honey?"
"Charlotte - what is this?! I - I don't understand!"
"Sure you do." Her voice was rich and husky, with a slightly nasal Texas twang. "Marla's told me everything about you, Nelson. Everything!"
"Marla! But how- " He caught himself and finished weakly, "I, er, I don't know who you're talking about, Charlotte. I don't know any Marla."
"Oh yes, you do. I'm talking about Marla Blaine, Room 605, at the Dorando Hotel."
Nelson gasped. He felt sick to his stomach, like he was going to throw up. He was deathly pale and trembling. He swallowed hard.
"You've been very wicked." Charlotte caressingly rubbed the switch against his thighs. She let the whippy tip of it rub against his groin.
An unusual chain of circumstances had brought about the meeting of Marla Blaine and Charlotte Froline, a meeting which Marla had arranged.
A day ago, Charlotte received a call on her private phone from Tyler Reed, the detective she had engaged to dig up the facts about her husband's latest playmate.
Reed told her that he had to meet her in Room 605 at the Dorando that afternoon. He hadn't said what the meeting was about and was very mysterious .
All the same, that afternoon found Charlotte in Room 605.
Marla Blaine and Tyler Reed were in the room. The detective seemed embarrassed and a bit upset and after he introduced Marla and Charlotte, he had gone into Marla's bedroom, leaving the two women to settle their differences.
Charlotte warily eyed Marla. She grudgingly admitted to herself that Marla was very beautiful, even if her good looks were a bit flashy and obvious.
Marla quickly got to the point of the meeting. She explained that she had no intention of blackmailing the Froline's, or making any kind of deal.
She, Marla, would soon by leaving Dallas for Los Angeles. Before she went, she wanted to make sure that her favorite slaves would be well taken care of.
In graphic detail, Marla explained the nature of Nelson Froline's compulsion. She described his love of woman's clothing and how he liked to be dressed, dominated, humiliated and forced to serve a beautiful mistress as her slave girl.
Charlotte listened in amazement. She found it hard to believe that her husband, whom she had always considered relentlessly straight and even a bit dull, actually had so many sexual kinks and obsessions. It was a thrilling revelation.
Charlotte asked Marla, "But why are you telling me all this?"
"You're his wife," Marla said. "You love him and want him to be happy, don't you? Well, here's how you can make him happy and yourself, too. You know, it's pretty wild to make your man your slave. It's a real turn on, Mrs. Froline."
Marla went on to say that if Charlotte wished, she, Marla, would teach her how to dominate and dress and discipline her man. Charlotte's first instinct was to tell her to go to hell, but something about the idea struck a deep, responsive chord in her mind. Nelson -dressed in panties - becoming her slave?
Charlotte considered the possibilities. They were, frankly, delicious.
Marla demonstrated her skills in the most dramatic way. She called Tyler Reed back into the living room and told him to take off his clothes.
The detective blushed with shame, but obeyed. Charlotte was stunned to see the veteran manhunter obey Marla as meekly as a little child.
Reed took off his clothes. He was dressed in lingerie. He wore a satin chemise, a frilly garter belt and stockings. All the garments were soft pink in color.
Marla made him get down on his knees and kiss her foot. Then she had him roll over on his back and open his mouth so she could stick her spiked heel into it.
Marla moved her foot up and down, causing the stiletto heel to thrust in and out of Reed's mouth. His puckered pink lips sucked the spike.
Charlotte was amazed and excited. It must be wonderful to control a man like that!
There was more to come. Reed's hands were bound behind his back and his mouth was gagged. Marla had him bend forward from the waist, so that he leaned face down across the back of a sofa. Standing behind him, she pulled down his panties.
His body was clean and smooth shaven now. Marla had shaved every bit of hair off his body, with the exception of his neatly trimmed pubic patch.
Charlotte switched chairs and moved closer to Marla and Reed for a better view. Reed's member hardened when Marla pulled down his panties in the back.
His cock bulged in the crotch of the panties. The panties were in his size, since Marla had already gone on shopping trips to buy him a wardrobe of woman's garments.
Marla whipped his ass with her strap. Leather smacked against soft flesh. Reed grunted behind his gag every time the strap hit him.
Marla strapped him until his buttocks were bright red and his face was twisted with pain. She said, "I haven't even warmed him up yet. Would you care to take a try, Mrs. Froline? I believe that you'll find it most stimulating."
"I would love to," Charlotte said. She rose and crossed the room and went behind Reed. His smooth ass cheeks were bright and burning and welted.
Charlotte took the leather strap from Marla, a mounting sense of excitement churning in her belly. She hadn't felt this electrically alive in years!
Marla said, "He's tough, Mrs. Froline, so don't worry about hitting him too hard."
"I won't. And please don't be so formal. Call me Charlotte."
Marla smiled. Her smile widened when she saw Charlotte slash the strap across Reed's backside. He moaned sickly with pain. Most women are timid when they first take up the strap, but Charlotte showed no such hesitation. She cracked the leather strap across Reed's bottom like she had been doing it all her life.
It wasn't hard for Charlotte to get into the scene. The daughter of one of Texas' wealthiest families, she had been used to getting what she wanted. and as a superb horsewoman who could control the most spirited stallion, she thought nothing of controlling a human male animal. She never used a whip on her horses, but she discovered that she loved whipping Reed's quivering bottom.
She stopped when her arm got tired. There were numerous welts and blisters rising up on Reed's abused bottom. He wasn't crying, but his eyes were moist and he was moaning softly through the gag. Marla congratulated Charlotte on her debut.
Marla put her hand on Reed's ass. He whimpered at her touch. She said, "His bottom feels like it's burning up! You've got all the makings of a natural-born dominatrix, Charlotte! You're going to drive that husband of your wild!"
Later on, Marla led her scarlet-bottomed slave into the bedroom and demonstrated some of the benefits of having a submissive male at her beck and call.
Marla's panties came off. She sat on the edge of her bed and spread her legs wide open. Reed knelt at her feet. She grabbed his ears and pulled his face into her pussy. Charlotte sat in a chair near the bed, watching the action.
Charlotte's pussy was wet. She loved watching Reed use his tongue to bring Marla to orgasm. Reed didn't care at all about his own pleasure, but slaved away to satisfy Marla. Marla ground her pussy against his hot, wet mouth.
After she recovered from her climax, Marla asked Charlotte if she wanted to use Reed for her own pleasure. "Why in hell not?" Charlotte said.
She lifted her skirt and peeled her pantyhose off her hips, down her thighs and calves and off her feet. Down came her panties, exposing her naked pussy.
She lay down on the bed, propping some pillows behind her head. She spread her long legs wide open on the satin sheets. Reed knelt between her legs and pressed his face against her pussy. His lips and tongue flicked inside her, licking and loving her dripping pink membranes. She put her hands on the cross-dressed slave's head and kept his mouth pressed firmly against her pussy.
Marla had taught him well and he licked Charlotte's clitoris skillfully, bringing her to a wrenching, soul-satisfying orgasm.
Just as satisfying as her orgasm was the heady feeling of power which came from controlling a full-grown adult male and making him a submissive slave whose only desire was to please the race of women in general and his mistresses in particular.
Marla fingered her pussy while she watched Reed tongue Charlotte.
While Charlotte recovered from her orgasm and caught her breath, Marla went to her and rested her hand on Charlotte's lush hip.
Marla murmured, "You're very beautiful, Charlotte."
Charlotte put her hand on Marla's and moved it between her legs. Then she closed her thighs on it. Marla smiled and reached for Charlotte's bosom.
Marla climbed on the bed. She undressed" Charlotte and fondled her naked breasts and her bottom and her pussy. Reed watched with wide, hot eyes.
Marla said, "Before we go any farther, we'd better secure this slave."
Charlotte sat up in bed and fondled her own pussy lips as she watched Marla put Reed in bizarre bondage. Down came Reed's panties, while Marla got her chastity belt. She showed Charlotte the penis-shaped butt plug in the inside of the belt's crotch piece and explained what it was used for.
Reed spread his high-heeled feet and bent forward from the waist. Marla parted his buttocks and greased them with lubricant. She greased up the butt plug, too.
Reed gasped and shivered as Marla guided the plug deep into his anus. Marla locked the belt in place and pulled his panties over it, covering it.
She bound him to the chair which faced her bed and gagged him again.
She returned to Charlotte, who waited for her with open arms - and open legs, too. Marla stretched her nude body on Charlotte's. Their breasts rubbed together and their long legs entwined. They kissed, thrusting their tongues in each other's mouths.
Before too long, they reversed positions and thrust their tongues into the. other's pussies. Charlotte was no stranger to the love of women, since she had had a number of lesbian affairs over the years.
Tyler Reed writhed in frustration. His ropes cut into his flesh. His cock was stiffly, furiously erect and bulged painfully against the confining chastity belt.
He watched with hot envious eyes as the two beautiful women made love only a few feet away from him. He ached to join them on the bed.
Marla crouched over Charlotte. Her pussy was pressed against Charlotte's open mouth and her mouth was pressed against Charlotte's dripping pussy.
They made love for an hour or two. While they rested, Marla described some of the sexual torments and delicious humiliations which she had abused Nelson with.
Later, the ladies untied Reed from the chair and punished him some more. After giving him pain, they set him to work for their pleasure.
Charlotte lay on her back. Reed got on top of her. She gripped his cock and guided it between her pussy lips. He thrust his hips forward, plunging the member into her. He was thick and long and filled her pussy tightly.
His panties and chemise were off, but he still wore his garter belt and stockings and a pair of high-heeled shoes Marla had put him into.
Marla stood over him with her strap. She whipped his buttocks. He wiggled and squirmed, trying to escape the pain which the sizzling strap brought him.
The strapping caused him to thrash and buck and thrust his stiff penis wildly into Charlotte's velvety pussy. It was one of the hottest, sweetest fucks she had had in years. His whimpers of pain only increased her enjoyment.
The fury of the whipping and of his fucking reached a crescendo at the same time. He thrust deep inside Charlotte. His hard cock twitched against the slippery pink membranes which gripped it. The strap cracked across his ass again and again.
He came, groaning. Charlotte gasped. She dug her fingernails into the muscles of his shoulders and upper back as his semen spurted into her pussy.
If Charlotte thought what had gone before was sweet, what followed was even sweeter. She was amazed when Marla ordered her cross-dressed male slave to clean his come out of Charlotte's pussy with his mouth. She was even more amazed when he obeyed.
It was night when Charlotte finally, reluctantly put on her clothes. She asked Marla what the dominatrix was planning to do about the detective.
"Former detective, you mean," Marla smiled. "My newest slave is retiring from that business. Sneaking around, snooping, peeping - that's hardly a dignified occupation for a sensitive slave who needs to be kept in panties at all times. No, Charlotte, your case was the last one that Tyler Reed will ever take."
Reed offered to refund the fee which Charlotte had paid. "Nonsense," she said, laughing. "This is one time that I got my money's worth!"
The next day, Charlotte arrived at the Dorando Hotel bright and early. Marla was still in bed when Charlotte arrived, so Charlotte joined her.
Charlotte spent the rest of the day learning the various tricks and turn-ons and secrets of dominating cross-dressed slaves. She couldn't have asked for a finer teacher than Marla. Charlotte was a quick learner, too.
Later that day, another of Marla's slaves arrived, a lovely young transvestite named Lane. He was so convincing, that Charlotte found it hard to believe he wasn't a real girl until she took down his panties and saw his very masculine cock and balls.
Marla and Charlotte warmed up by punishing and humiliating Lane and Reed. After that, they had a prolonged and exhausting four-way orgy.
When she finally dressed and made ready to leave, Charlotte took out her checkbook and wrote Marla a check for five thousand dollars -"for services rendered".
Marla wouldn't take it at first, but Charlotte wouldn't take no for an answer. "The money means nothing to me and I've already had over five thousand dollars worth of enjoyment and instruction," Charlotte explained.
Charlotte felt ready to tackle the delightful task of bringing her husband under her heel. It was something which was long overdue.
Now, she stood in Nelson's study, smiling down at him, savoring his discomfort as she informed him that Marla had explained all about his kinky compulsions.
She said, "Marla said that you look very cute in panties, Nellie. Yes, she even told me about the girlish name you go by when you're all dressed."
She told Nelson to strip so she could inspect him. He was still so stunned that he could hardly move. She slapped his face and he came out of his daze.
His masculine clothes fell in a heap on the floor. Charlotte said that she couldn't bear to look at them and kicked them out of sight under the desk.
Nelson stood in front of her. His excitement showed in the immense bulge his erect penis made in his panties, the tension stretching the satin fabric.
Charlotte shook her head. "You should have come to me years ago, you silly girl. You took a big risk by going to outsiders. It was lucky for you that Marla is the lovely person she is and not some cheap blackmailer who would have bled you white. Well, there won't be any risk of that happening, because from now on, I'm taking full control of you.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The servant's quarters were located in a small house behind the mansion. Julian Froline slipped through the shadows and silently climbed the stairs to Lucy Lyncastle's room. Lucy was dressed and waiting for him.
Her massive brown torso was encased in a shocking pink satin corset. The garment cinched in her thick middle. It pushed up her huge breasts, and plumped out her rounded brown buttocks. The corset had many ribbons and laces and bows.
The corset's garters were attached to a pair of light pink nylons which covered her strong legs. Her thighs were plump and strong.
A pair of pink satin panties covered her hips. She wore the panties over her garters and stockings for quick and easy removal.
Lucy didn't have any pink shoes. Instead, she wore a pair of white patent leather shoes with high heels which made the big woman much taller.
Lucy wasted no time. As soon as Julian was safe inside her room, she peeled off his shirt and took down his jeans. Around his hips were a pair of old panties.
He sighed with disappointment as she stripped the panties off. Lucy said, "Don't you fret none about that, honey child. I was downtown shopping today and I bought you all kind of pretties. Now, show Lucy how much you love her."
Julian knelt. Lucy spread her feet and put her hands on her hips. Julian kissed her shoes. Lucy smiled. She turned around, presenting her wide bottom to him. She tugged down her panties, baring a pair of smooth, soft, swelling brown globes. Julian tenderly and lovingly kissed both her bottom cheeks.
Lucy sighed as she said, "That feels so sweet that I could have you all do that all night long. Maybe I will, later. But first, I have to get you dressed."
She marched him into the bathroom and filled a tub with hot, soapy water. She poured skin-softening and moisturizing lotions into the water.
Julian got into it. Lucy soaped up a wash cloth and scrubbed his body. She spent a lot of time washing his penis and his ass. She scrubbed heaps of frothy white lather into his genitals and his bottom. She was very thorough and parted his buttocks so she could wash inside them. She even twirled one edge of the cloth into a point, then stuffed it into his anus so she could wash that, too.
Julian got out of the bath and she toweled him dry. His pale skin was pink and shiny and gleaming. She toweled his pubic bush until it was soft and fluffy.
Lucy rubbed moisturizing cream into his flesh. Her strong brown hands were coated with the lotion and she massaged it into his buttocks and thighs and hips.
Julian got hard from this treatment and his stiff member bobbed and jerked. Lucy gave it a playful little squeeze, then took him back into the main room.
There was a large bag on a chair. Lucy took some boxes out from it, opened them and laid his new garments out on the bed. Julian gasped and thanked her sincerely for purchasing him such lovely and sexy girl's clothes.
Lucy said, "You can show your gratitude to me where it counts - in bed."
First, she dressed him. A white padded bra went on his chest. The foam rubber inserts in the bra gave the illusion of small, pert, pointed breasts.
Next came his garter belt. It was made of white satin with lace flounces. Julian all but danced in ecstasy as her strong hands pinned it around his waist.
White stockings soon covered his legs. Lucy fondled his penis as she fastened the metal garter tabs to the stocking tops. His cock was red and stiff.
He was so excited, that a few drops of semen oozed from the red tip of his cock. The semen glistened. Lucy gripped his member, lowered her head and licked the semen off. She smacked her wide lips in pleasure.
His hard cock was tucked into the crotch of a pair of frilly white lace panties. The panties were tight and seemed to caress his sensitive penis flesh.
Julian was feverish with arousal. Lucy put him into a sexy, gauzy white robe. It was sleeveless and reached from his shoulders to his ankles.
The robe clung to his slender body, which was outlined beneath it. The garment crackled with static electricity and smelled faintly of perfume.
Neat white shoes with pointed toes and flat heels were put on his feet. They had thin leather straps which passed across the tops of his feet. Lucy buckled him into them. She said that he was still too young for high heels yet.
She ran her thick brown fingers through his hair. He wore it long and she rearranged it so that it would look even more soft and feminine.
She wanted to put make-up on him, but decided to save that for a later date. He was more than ready for her now.
She said, "I dressed you all in white, honey child. You know why I did that? 'Cause you're a virgin. You ain't never gone to bed with a woman. Well, you ain't gonna be a virgin no more when you leave here tonight."
She took him by the hand and led him to her bed. She pulled down the blankets. He climbed on the mattress and Lucy joined him.
She sat on the edge of the bed with her feet resting on the floor. She had him sit on her lap. His pantied bottom rested on her warm, nylon covered thighs.
She kissed and caressed him. She was the dominator, the aggressor. Her tongue thrust into his mouth, tasting him. Her hands roamed over his body.
She caressed his stockinged thighs. She fondled his hard cock through the white panties. She kneaded his soft, boyish buttocks.
She pulled his head to her bosom. He rested it on her breasts. They were warm and yielding and smelled like perfume. Her hand rubbed his member.
She eased him off her lap and made him lie down on his back on her bed. He looked up at her voluptuous body with awe in his shining eyes.
She pulled down her panties. Her bush was thick and black, her pussy lips were thick and fleshy. She ran her fingers through her pussy lips, stroking them.
She opened his sexy robe. The mattress sank under her weight as she climbed on top of him, her breasts bobbing. She reached into the top of her corset and pulled her breasts free from the cups which confined them.
Her fat nipples were purple-brown, with immense rosettes. She leaned over Julian and rubbed her breasts against his hot, excited face.
She cupped her breast and fed her nipple into his mouth. His lips formed an O as he sucked the nipple, which seemed as large as a thumb to him.
"That's right, honey, suck at my tittie," she crooned. "Suck it good."
Her breast glistened with his saliva when she finally took it away from him. She had him lift his bottom from the mattress so she could take his panties down.
The panties rustled against his stockings as she pulled them off.
His cock twitched and bobbed. Lucy leaned over him, gripped his member and guided it into her mouth. He moaned and shivered as his hard cock was surrounded by the wet heat and thick, fat tongue of her mouth.
Lucy bobbed her head up and down, back and forth, sucking his penis. Julian made his hands into fists and dug his nails into the palms.
Lucy sucked him wetly. Julian wanted to hold back for her. She knew what he was doing and just told him to stop holding back and let go.
Semen jetted into her mouth as he came. Lucy slurped and sucked it down her throat, gulping the thick fluid like it was honey. Julian cried with pleasure.
Finally, she took her head away from his cock. The red member was still stiff. Blue veins throbbed on the shaft. It gleamed with saliva and semen.
Now that she had sucked him off, she didn't have to worry about him coming prematurely in her pussy. She lowered herself on top of him.
She was a big woman and she covered him with her body. His flesh tingled where her satin corset rubbed his bare skin. Lucy kissed him on the mouth.
He was a bit afraid to kiss her, because his penis had been in her mouth and so had his come. But he didn't pull away from her. She knew what was best for him.
She reached under him and gripped his cock. It brushed against her pubic bush, which felt softer than the softest fur. She guided the cock head between her pussy lips and lowered her massive brown hips down on him, taking the shaft inside her.
The wet heat of her pussy nearly made Julian faint from excitement. He had never been inside a woman before. He realized that it was a thousand times better than anything he had ever fantasized about it.
Lucy was a big woman who had given birth to a few children, so her pussy was a bit stretched out inside. But Julian hardly noticed anything like that.
Lucy fucked him. She rocked her brown hips back and forth. For such a big woman she was extraordinarily loose and flexible and she moved her hips like a whip.
She squeezed his breasts in his padded bra. She covered his sweating face with hot kisses. She caressed his taut, stockinged thighs.
All the while, she moved back and forth, creating sensual friction as her slick wet pussy rubbed against his rigid red shaft.
He came. She stretched out on him, enveloping his head between her breasts. The massive mounds of perfumed flesh covered him as he ejaculated.
Her breasts muffled his frantic cries of pleasure and ecstasy. His stiff cock felt like a. live wire inside her as it spurted gushing semen into her pussy.
Lucy rested. Julian lay on the bed like he had fainted. Lucy amused herself by fondling his hair and caressing his smooth, soft shoulders.
Back in the mansion, Charlotte was hardly so loving and generous with her man. Marla had instructed Charlotte to demonstrate right at the start that she would be Nelson's new, supreme mistress. Charlotte acted on her good advice.
Nelson was in bondage. He was gagged with a pair of Charlotte's soiled panties. He lay on the leather covered couch, twitching and moaning.
Charlotte set aside her switch. She had just used it to chastise Nelson for his lack of faith in his stern but loving wife. She had certainly demonstrated without question that she was his new master and would rule him with severity. His plump buttocks were criss-crossed with many red slashes from the switching.
Charlotte had enjoyed punishing Nelson. Her enjoyment was increased by the way she had fondled her pussy while she wielded the switch.
His cries were sweet to her and even through his gag he had suffered loudly enough for her to hear him. She was glad that she had dismissed the servants earlier that evening, since Nelson's moans were quite loud.
She unknotted the stocking at the back of his head and pulled her used panties out of his mouth. They were soaked through and through with her saliva.
She said, "Stop your whimpering, Nellie and pay attention to me, or I'll really give you something to cry about! Do you admit that I am your unquestioned mistress?" Between sobs he quickly affirmed her statement.
She continued, "You will serve me and only me from now on. Marla and I have become fast friends, so if she should ever desire to use you, we might arrange something. But she is leaving Dallas soon. You will take your orders from me."
She lifted her leg and rested her shoe on the couch on which he lay. "Show your mistress how much you love her. Polish my shoe with your tongue."
Tears ran down his red face as he raised it up. Charlotte was glad that she hadn't bothered to put make-up on him, since it would only have been smeared.
His pink tongue glided over the high-heeled shoe. Charlotte said, "Marla tells me that you're very talented with your mouth, Nellie. Show me how well you suck."
He opened his mouth wide. Charlotte guided her pointed toe inside it. His pink lips pressed against the leather. He rose up on his knees on the couch so he could suck the shoe better. His head bobbed back and forth.
His penis was stiff and straight and thick. It jutted from his hips.
Charlotte pulled her shoe's toe from his mouth. Saliva glistened on leather.
Leaning forward, she gripped his cock. "Marla told me that whipping got you hard and kept you hard and I see that's true. You've shown more life in the last hour than I've seen you show in the last year. Although it isn't hard to see why you could never perform adequately in bed for your wife - you were too busy dressing up and satisfying strange mistresses. Well, those days are over, slave girl. From now on, your only thought will be of how you can please me."
There was a swivel chair behind his desk. It was mounted on wheels and she rolled it over by the couch. She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them.
She sat down on the chair. Her bush was soft and sand colored. Her pussy lips were rosy and full. She opened her legs. Nelson stared hungrily at her pussy.
Charlotte said, "What I really resent, Nellie, is that you would spend hours with your mouth pressed against your mistress' pussy, but you've never gone down on me. You've got a lot of lost time to make up for, slave girl."
Charlotte fondled her pussy with long, loving strokes. "Now, crawl over here, slave girl and get your face where it belongs - right between my legs!"
His hands were tied behind him and Charlotte made no move to help him off the couch, Nelson rolled on his side, gasping as his whipped bottom rubbed the couch.
Clumsily he put his high-heeled feet on the carpet and eased off the couch. He got down on his knees and slowly inched across the carpet to his wife.
Charlotte smiled as he watched him struggle to reach her. Her hands moved across her pussy lips, fondling sweet pleasure into them, making herself hot and wet so that her membranes would be saturated with juices.
Finally, Nelson knelt at her feet. He looked up at her with awe in his eyes.
He said, "Charlotte - if I only knew - I mean, I never guessed that you would or could be like this! You're strong - cruel - beautiful!"
"You might have known years ago, if you had only come to me and told me what you needed," she said. "Since you decided to trust strange mistresses instead of your own wife, you'll just have to take the punishments coming to you."
She leaned forward. It seemed as though her lush white breasts would tumble free from the black lace bra which held them, but they didn't.
She slapped him across the face twice, so that both his cheeks were red and stinging. Then she took hold of his ears and pulled his head between her legs.
Nelson's slave instincts took over. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was how to please a woman by using only his mouth.
He rubbed his wet lips against her pussy lips. He polished her pink labia with her tongue, then stabbed it between the pussy lips, into the honey pot inside.
Her juices tingled electrically on his tongue. This was the first time he had ever tasted his wife's pussy. Now, he wanted only to taste it again and again.
His tongue glided over her wet membranes. She was an inferno inside and he felt the heat of her pussy on his mouth and chin.
She tugged upward on his ears and made him lick her clitoris. It was a pearl of flesh and he applied his tongue to it. She moved forward on the wheeled chair. His mouth was glued to her pussy. He licked and slurped and sucked.
His tongue tip whipped back and forth on her clitoris. Charlotte fondled her white breasts where they emerged from the lacy black bra cups.
Her hard nipples jutted against the cups. She pinched them through the fabric. Tingling currents of pleasure and pain ran through her body.
Charlotte's eyes were heavy-lidded and glazed. She rocked forward, bumping and grinding her pussy against her cross-dressed husband's mouth.
He brought her to orgasm. It was one of the sweetest she had ever had. It was so intense, that she pushed him away, since the feeling of his tongue on her clitoris while she orgasmed was too powerful for her to endure.
Moaning, she leaned forward like she was doubling over. She clutched her belly in both arms and squeezed her stockinged thighs closed, rubbing them against her pussy.
After some minutes, she had recovered sufficiently from the devastating orgasm to stand up. Nelson remained on the floor, kneeling humbly.
She said, "Now that I see just how good you are with that tongue, slave girl, I'm really furious! You should have been using that on me all these years!"
She crossed the room to the place where she had discarded her robe. "Well, Nellie, I'm going to do something which will establish for all time and without question that I am your mistress supreme." Puzzled, he stared at her.
Charlotte reached into the pocket of her robe. It was a deep pocket. She pulled out a dildo which Marla had given her and a tube of anal lubricant.
Nelson's gasp sounded like a hot iron being plunged into icy water. It could have been heard out in the hall - and was, although Charlotte and Nelson didn't know they were being spied on. But they were and had been from the start.
Linda Sue knelt out in the dimly shadowed hall with her eye pressed to the keyhole of the locked door. Sweat streamed down her face.
An hour earlier, Linda Sue saw her mother go into Nelson's study and lock the door behind her. Incurably curious, Linda Sue peeped through the keyhole.
The things she saw astounded her. She saw her mother strip off her robe, revealing the sexy garments which made her seductive body even more alluring.
Linda Sue always thought that her mother was gorgeous, but she had never thought of her as all that sexy. Now, she realized her mother was a wanton temptress.
But that revelation was more than matched by the one which followed a few moments later when her daddy took off his clothes.
Linda Sue clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from gasping when she saw her handsome daddy's body garmented in panties, stockings and high heels.
She watched, hypnotized by the spectacle of Charlotte binding her cross-dressed husband, humiliating him verbally as she readied him for his strapping.
Linda Sue winced in sympathy when Charlotte laid the leather strap across her daddy's squirming buttocks. The crack of leather against soft flesh could be clearly heard. She stared as Nelson's bared bottom turned bright red.
Linda Sue wore a simple but expensive one-piece cotton dress. It was made of cotton and clung to her curves. She wasn't wearing a bra and her pert breasts thrust against the fabric of the dress. Her nipples hardened as she watched.
Linda Sue got all hot and bothered as she watched her daddy crawl across the floor, tears still spilling from his eyes from his recent whipping.
She respected her mother for forcing him to serve her pleasure. She was impressed by the no-nonsense manner in which Charlotte pulled Nelson's mouth against her pussy and demanded that he serve her and bring her to orgasm.
Now, Linda Sue's heart beat wildly as she saw Charlotte strap the dildo around her hips. Of all the things she had seen tonight, this was the kinkiest yet!
Charlotte hooked her hands under Nelson's arms and helped him to rise to his feet. Taking hold of his stiff cock, she led him across the room.
She cleared off his desk top with one sweep of her arm, sending papers and pencils and various objects crashing to the floor. She took a cushion from the couch and laid it on the desk top. She made Nelson spread his feet shoulder width apart and bent him forward from the waist, until his flat tummy rested on the cushion.
His hands were bound behind his back. He looked nervously over his shoulder at her.
Charlotte said, "I'm going to do one thing which not even Marla has done to you yet. I'm going to play the man's part and you'll be my virgin slave!"
The dildo dangled obscenely from her woman's hips. She unscrewed the cap from the tube of anal lubricant, then spread his white buttocks apart.
She pressed the nozzle of the tube directly against his puckered brown anus.
She said, "You're tight back there, but I'll stretch you out!"
She squeezed the tube, propelling a fat dollop of lubricant directly on and into his anus. She set the tube aside and smeared it in the crack of his ass.
He sighed as her long fingers massaged the lubricant into his bottom. She took some more lubricant, smeared it in her hands and greased the dildo with it."
Nelson said, "Please, Charlotte - I know that I don't have the right to ask you for anything, lowly slave that I am - but please don't hurt me."
She patted his bottom reassuringly. "Don't worry, darling. I'm gentle with virgins."
She parted his buttocks and guided the dildo head to his tiny anal opening.
Outside the door, Linda Sue had to do something to ease the tremendous heat she felt in her pussy. She reached under her dress, pulled down her panties and buried her fingers in her pussy. She fondled herself as she watched.
Charlotte poked Nelson's sensitive anus with the dildo head. He grunted and groaned as she stuffed the head past his anal ring. He cried out as he was penetrated. Charlotte gripped his squirming hips and leaned into him, slowly easing the length of the dildo into his hot, tight, creamy rectum.
He wasn't really a virgin in his ass, but he had only had it fucked a few times by an obese dominatrix a few years ago, so he was virginally tight.
Tears rolled down from his staring eyes as Charlotte pierced him with the dildo. She reached under him, gripped his erect cock and stroked it as she fucked him.
She rocked back and forth. Nelson cried out again as he came, semen jetting in milky strands from the red head of his throbbing cock.
A soft sound made Linda Sue turn around. Her dress was raised, her fingers were racing over her pussy and she was sweating.
Lucy Lyncastle stood in the hall, staring at her. Lucy had dressed so she could escort the ecstatic Julian, once more in male clothes, back to his room.
It would be hard to say who was more surprised, Linda Sue or Lucy.
Lucy put her fingers to her lips and said, "Shhh!" Her juices glistened on her fingers. Linda Sue rose up silently and hurried to her.
Lucy said, "Child, what in the world are you doing?!"
Linda Sue whispered, "We have to talk, Lucy! I know about you and Julian! I've got something to tell you that will blow your mind!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a hot and sultry night, but it was cool and comfortable inside the air conditioned mansion. Things were about to heat up, though.
It had been three weeks since Charlotte had put her husband under her heel. Since that night, Nelson Froline had lived a strange double life.
By day, he was - Nelson Froline. He continued to live the same existence he always had and dressed in his masculine garments.
By night, he was Charlotte's cross-dressed sex slave. Each night, right after dinner, they would retire to their luxurious bedroom and lock the doors.
Then Nelson would strip naked and don the feminine garments Charlotte had selected for him. His wardrobe of woman's lingerie and garments had nearly doubled in the last few weeks. Charlotte had bought all kinds of things for him.
Her pattern was never the same. One night, she might be gentle and loving. She would wear soft laces and silks and dress him in a similar manner. They would spend hours in bed as he tongued her pussy and brought her orgasm after orgasm.
Other nights, she would be mean and tough. She would dress in wicked black leather garments and spiked boots and whip his ass until he begged for mercy.
Despite the many hours of painful punishment she gave him, he had never been happier. His life was a cross-dresser's dream come true.
That was why he was feeling low and blue now. Charlotte had take a little trip to Los Angeles, to stay with Marla at her new place. Nelson was sure that his newly dominant wife would be using and abusing Marla's TV slaves.
Still, he reminded himself, who was he to be jealous? Only a lowly slave. He had no right to resent Charlotte's taking her pleasures. He should just be eternally grateful that she even bothered with him, when there were so many transvestite's out there in the world who would do anything to serve such a beautiful mistress.
But he missed her and he could only hope that her visit with Marla would be a short one and that she would soon return to him.
He was in his study, reading a petrochemical trade journal, when a knock sounded on the door. It was Lucy Lyncastle.
She wore her gray maid's uniform with the lace apron and cap. Puzzled, Nelson said, "I thought you went off duty an hour ago, Lucy."
"Oh, I just had some small chores to finish up, so I thought that I'd get 'em done tonight instead of tomorrow morning. I'm ready to go off duty now. But Miss Linda Sue would like to see you in her room right now, Mr. Nelson."
"That's odd. I wonder why?" he rose from his chair.
"I don't know why, Mr. Nelson, but I think that she has a little present to give to you. She's such a sweet child." Lucy smiled to herself.
Nelson thanked Lucy and climbed the stairs to the mansion's second floor. He went down the hall to his daughter's room and knocked on the door.
He called, "It's me, darling - Daddy!"
"Come on in, Daddy! The door isn't locked! I'll be right with you!"
Nelson entered his daughter's room. It was the room of a typical teenage girl, only that girl happened to be a millionaire's daughter, so she could indulge her whims. The room was all pink and white and pastel colors.
There was a large bed with wooden bedposts and an overhead canopy. Sitting on top of Linda Sue's dresser was a small gift box with a red ribbon on it.
There was a bathroom adjacent to the girl's room and Linda Sue was inside it. She called out to him, "I'm putting on something pretty for you, Daddy! Open that box - I bought something very special for you!"
Nelson chuckled as he unknotted the bright red ribbon. His daughter was so sweet and thoughtful. He lifted the lid off the box and peeled back some thin paper.
There was a pair of frilly black lace panties lying in the bottom of the box.
For an instant, Nelson was confused, so confused that he didn't even make the connection between his cross-dressing compulsion and the panties in the box.
Suddenly he realized what the panties meant. He was so flustered, that he let the box slip from his nervous fingers, spilling the panties on the floor.
His face flushed red. He reeled unsteadily and shot out a hand to clutch the desk and keep him from falling. He made strangled choking sounds.
He didn't even hear Linda Sue come out of the bathroom.
She said, "What's the matter, Daddy? Didn't you like my surprise?"
He wheeled around to face her. He gasped when he saw her bizarre outfit.
The beautiful blonde teenager was dressed in black leather. She wore a black leather bra which hugged her pert, firm breasts. Her nipples were hard.
Around her waist was a black leather garter belt with lace trimmings. Her long legs were sheathed in dark nylons. Black satin bikini style panties covered her pussy. The low-cut panties were so tight, that her pubic mound was clearly outlined.
She held a pair of handcuffs and a black leather riding crop.
White-faced, shaken, Nelson cried out, "My God, Linda Sue!"
A thin smile crossed her lips. "You don't know how right you are, Daddy. I'm a woman and that makes me your god. And you will worship me."
Her breasts bobbed as she crossed the room to him. Ominously she tapped the riding crop against her stockinged thighs as she advanced.
Nelson instinctively backed away from her. He backed up until he backed into a wall and couldn't back up any further. He was sweating.
But he couldn't keep his eyes off her. He stared hotly at her young, firm, gorgeous body, made even more alluring by nylon and leather.
Linda Sue said, "Why are you running, Daddy? Surely you're not afraid of little old me, your loving daughter? You will be afraid, though, after you've felt my whip."
Nelson stammered, "Linda Sue, have you gone crazy?!"
"Yes, I'm crazy," she drawled, "crazy about the way you look in panties."
Lucy entered the room, carrying the maid's uniform she had taken off in the hall. She wore a lacy white bar, a white latex waist cincher, a pink satin garter belt with frilly white lace glounces and pale pink stockings.
She closed the door and locked it. Her fat nipples jutted against the bra cups. The panties she wore, which were pink satin, were stretched tautly against her massive buttocks. The muscles of her plump thighs rippled beneath the nylons.
Nelson was trembling. "Good lord, has everyone here gone insane?!"
"Oh, stop pretending, Daddy," Linda Sue said. "I know all about what you and Mommy do. I saw everything she did to you that first night she put you in panties."
"Everything?" Nelson gasped.
"Everything," Linda Sue repeated. "I really got turned on by the way you cried when she fucked you like a girl. Ummm, my pussy got all wet."
Lucy said, "She ain't lying, Mr. Nelson - Nellie. That's what Miss Charlotte calls you, ain't it? So don't try to bluff us. We're on to you."
Nelson gasped, "What - what do you want from me?!"
"Everything you have to give and then some," Linda Sue said. "But we don't want anything that you don't want to give. Now take off your clothes, Daddy - I mean, Nellie. I want to see how you look in those pretty panties I bought you."
Lucy rested her hands on her wide hips. "Don't give us no sass or back talk, Nellie. If you give us any trouble, we'll just tell Miss Charlotte that you had some fancy woman over to the house, in your study and that you fucked her."
Linda Sue said, "It'll be a lie, but she won't know that. Who do you think she'll believe, Nellie - you, or us? You know she'll believe us."
Nelson was still too stunned to react. Lucy made up his mind for him. She unbuckled his belt and opened his pants and took them down.
"Don't fight it, Nellie," Linda Sue said. "You know that you live to serve women. Well, what better women are there for you to serve than your very own daughter and your faithful family servant? Except that you're going to be the servant and Lucy and I will be your masters. Now, get those clothes off!"
His trousers were heaped around his ankles. He wore a pair of ugly boxer style shorts. Linda Sue whipped him across the backs of his thighs with the crop.
She hit him hard, too. Lucy had instructed the girl to show no mercy. That way, Nelson would immediately realize that they meant business.
Nelson cried out as the crop slashed his soft flesh. There was a bright red mark on his thighs. His penis quivered in his shorts, stiffened and grew.
Lucy pulled down his shorts. His erect penis jutted out from his hips. He made a strangled cry of humiliation, but didn't try to cover himself.
Linda Sue said, "You sure figured Nellie right, Lucy. He's a pain freak. Look how hard he got as soon as I whipped him. Now, Nellie, you surely won't deny that you're aching to serve us. You might lie, but your hard-on tells the truth."
Nelson moaned, "I love to serve, yes, yes! But - my daughter? And my maid?"
Lucy laughed loud and long. Her laughter was deep and booming and caused her massive brown masses of flesh to ripple and jiggle. Linda Sue's laughter was higher and more musical.
"Maid?" Lucy echoed. "We'll see who the maid is going to be! Linda Sue, let's dress this bitch in the clothes we bought specially for her today!"
"Good idea," Linda Sue said. "You see, Nellie, we bought more than just those panties for you, we bought a whole outfit. I know you'll love it."
She opened her closet, dragged out a number of boxes, opened them and laid their contents out on her bed. Nelson whimpered when he saw them.
They made up a sexy French maid's uniform and the various petticoats and stockings and accessories which went with it.
Despite his agitation, Nelson stared hungrily at the garments. He had many feminine garments, but not a maid's uniform. A smart slash across his bottom ended his trancelike staring at the uniform and he cried out in pain.
Linda Sue said, "Nellie, take those clothes off right now!"
He moved into action. In seconds he was completely naked.
"That's better," Linda Sue said, acting sweet as could be. "Look at that hard thing sticking out from Nellie's hips, Lucy. Look how big it is!"
The black woman chuckled as she gripped his cock and squeezed it. Nelson moaned with shame and desire. Lucy fondled his throbbing member.
Lucy said, "If I knew you were equipped like this, Nellie, I would have put your cute little ass in panties a long time ago!"
Linda Sue said, "Ummm, see how smooth and soft his skin is! You look better than ever, Nellie, since Mommy made you shave yourself all over."
Linda Sue and Lucy put Nelson into the maid's uniform. A tight red satin waist cincher with black lace embroidery was the first garment to go on.
It laced up the back. Nelson stood holding on to the bedpost with his back to Lucy, while the big brown woman laced him into the corset.
She used her great strength to pull the laces tight, compressing his already narrow waist so that it was thinner than ever. She did everything but put her knee in his back to pull the laces tight. Nelson was pale and breathless.
Linda Sue stood to the side. There was a tiny leather loop on the tip of the riding crop. She slipped the loop over the tip of his red cock.
She teased and tormented him by pulling on his cock head and stretching his member to the sides while Lucy laced him up.
When Lucy finally finished lacing him, the corset plumped out his white bottom and made it look rounder and fuller and more curved than ever.
His dressing was just beginning. A shiny red satin garter belt with red lace flounces went around his waist. Linda Sue fastened the tiny hooks which held it together. She fondled his penis and his balls while she did so.
Red stockings covered his legs. His thighs looked white and plump where they showed over the tops of the stockings. Linda Sue pinned the garters in place.
Linda Sue said, "Now, Nellie, you're ready for those lovely panties I bought you. I've been waiting all day to see how good you look in them!"
He looked very good indeed, Linda Sue and Lucy agreed when the panties finally covered his hips. He moaned as they covered his swollen cock.
He was quickly dressed. The maid's uniform was made of red satin. He sighed as it was fitted on to his flesh. It had puffed short sleeves and a flared skirt.
The skirt was scandalously short and his panties, with the masculine bulge of his cock throbbing in their crotch, were clearly on display.
Nelson thrilled to the sensual touch of the white petticoats he wore under the skirt. They seemed the very height of femininity. They were stiff and starched and crackled when he moved.
Linda Sue said, "I wanted to put you in seven petticoats, Nellie, but Lucy said that three would be a good number to start you off on. Lucy's been so helpful to me. I don't think that I could have done this without her expert assistance."
Lucy said that was very sweet of Linda Sue and kissed the girl. The brown woman locked her arms around the blonde teenager in a passionate embrace and kissed her hard on the mouth. Linda Sue opened her mouth and Lucy thrust her tongue deep inside it. She fondled Linda Sue's bottom and thighs.
Linda Sue was breathless when the kiss ended. "Wow, that made me all wet inside my pussy, Lucy! Not that I wasn't wet already, just from dressing up our new slave girl. But now I'm really dripping inside! If you kiss me again like that, you're going to have to take me straight to bed!"
Lucy said, "You hear that, Nellie? Linda Sue's all wet inside. Good thing that you like to eat pussy, 'cause you're gonna be doing a lot of it tonight!"
"Good thing you like to get your ass beat, too," Linda Sue giggled.
Lucy pinned a frilly, floppy, lacy maid's cap to the top of Nelson's head. The cap had a pair of white ribbons which she knotted under his chin.
"There you are, all pretty as a picture," Lucy said, as she finished tying on the cap. "Pretty as a picture and waiting to serve."
Linda Sue lifted Nelson's skirt and petticoats with her riding crop. "Lucy, don't you think that we should punish our maid for that naughty bulge in her panties?"
"We surely should and we will. In fact, let's do it right now."
Lucy twisted Nelson's arms behind his back. Linda Sue clicked the handcuffs around his wrist. "Now you really are our prisoner, Nellie," she said.
Lucy said, "Linda Sue, I'm going to show you a different kind of spanking block - a human spanking block!" She got on her hands and knees on the floor.
She had Linda Sue put Nelson over her broad back. Linda Sue clutched her father's arm and led him to the brown woman. Nelson got on his knees. Following Lucy's instructions, he lay face down across Lucy's back, so that their bodies intersected at right angles. He could feel the heat of the brown woman's body even through the shocking pink corset which encased her torso.
He blushed furiously as Linda Sue lifted his skirt and petticoats. The petticoats crackled and rustled as she pushed them high up on his back.
Linda Sue pulled down his panties, baring his bottom. "This is a real reversal, Lucy - a daughter taking down her daddy's panties for a spanking!"
"Usually, it's the other way around," Lucy said, "but not in this house."
Linda Sue licked her lips as she looked at Nelson's shining white buttocks. The smooth, soft, rounded globes of flesh were framed by his red satin garter belt, his frilly garters and the tops of his red stockings.
She said, "When I get through with you, Nellie, your ass will be as red as the rest of the clothes that you're wearing!"
Linda Sue whipped the crop across his bottom. She hit him hard and his face screwed up as he cried out. She slashed him again with the crop.
She said, "Don't worry about yelling too loudly, Nellie. Feel free to scream as loud as you like. The servants are in their quarters and you don't have to worry about Julian down the hall!" She and Lucy laughed at that.
Nelson didn't know, but Lucy and Linda Sue did, that Julian was dressed in sexy girl's lingerie. He lay on his bed, bound and gagged where the two females had left him, after first spanking his ass raw and red.
Now, Linda Sue performed a similar service on her father. Her daughter's tenderness was washed out by the excitement of giving pain, of watching his bottom redden from the application of the crop, from hearing his strangled grunts as the leather slashed his flesh, from seeing the bright red marks where the crop broke the skin and from listening to her daddy beg his teenage daughter for mercy.
Mercy? She showed him none. She tugged down her panties and fingered her pussy with one hand while she whipped him with the other.
Her slender fingers massaged her throbbing clitoris. The blood raced hotly in her veins and the fiery excitement which sizzled in her pussy made her use the riding crop mercilessly. The more she whipped him, the more excited she got.
Finally, Lucy said, "Maybe you best stop now, child. You done tore poor Nellie's little ass up!" Nelson wept like a baby from the beating.
Linda Sue's fingers moved faster and faster on her pussy until she made herself come. She moaned and doubled forward. The crop fell to the floor.
Doubled forward, Linda Sue staggered to her bed and threw herself on it. She lay on her side with her thighs closed and her legs curled, moaning from the force of her orgasm. She shuddered from the hot pleasure of it.
Lucy got out from under Nelson. Sobbing, Nelson lowered his head until his forehead pressed against the carpet. His whipped bottom was raised high.
Lucy joined Linda Sue on the bed. The brown woman's hands fondled Linda Sue's firm breasts through the black leather bra. She rubbed the leather against the hard pink nipples. She ran her hands along Linda Sue's quivering thighs.
After a few moments, Linda Sue recovered. She got off the bed and picked up her riding crop and held it in front of her father's face.
She said loftily, "You may kiss the crop, Nellie, to show your gratitude for my taking the time and trouble to chastise you."
Tears glistened on his face as he lifted it. "Don't hurt me, Linda Sue!"
"Do as you're told and you won't have to be hurt," Lucy snapped.
Linda Sue said, "Maybe I was a little rough on you, Nellie, but I had to show you that I'm not a kid. When I tell you to do something, you do it!"
He pressed his puckered lips against the tip of the riding crop and kissed it wetly. Lucy stood behind him. She bent forward, hooked her massive hands under his cuffed arms and helped the cross-dressed male maid to his feet.
Lucy ran a finger across his bottom, smearing blood on it. Linda Sue used some tissues to blot the tears from Nelson's wet face.
Lucy said, "We didn't plan on putting no make-up on this bitch. But I think that a little lip color won't hurt none and will make her look a whole lot cuter!"
Lucy smeared the blood from his ass on his quivering lips. She repeated the action until his lips were bright red with the blood from his bottom.
Linda Sue said, "For all that whipping, Lucy, this bitch still hasn't learned her lesson. That nasty thing is still bulging between her legs!"
It was true. Despite the pain of the whipping, Nelson's cock was thick, hard and long. Lucy pulled down his panties in front to check his condition.
"Uh-oh," she said, "our male maid has soiled her panties!" Semen glistened on the tip of the brown woman's fingers where she rubbed them against his crotch.
Linda Sue said, "Looks like that whipping didn't do the trick after all. I guess we'll just have to milk Nellie dry before we can continue!"
Lucy unlocked the handcuffs. Nelson whimpered as he rubbed the deep red grooves on his flesh where the cold steel bracelets had chafed it.
Linda Sue said, "Lucy, I don't want that blood messing up my clean sheets!"
Lucy said, "There ain't much of it. But I'll put something under him."
Lucy went into the bathroom, found a towel and laid it down on the bed. "We don't want to soil those pretty petticoats or that lovely uniform, either."
She and Linda Sue removed his red satin uniform and his petticoats, making sure not to get any blood on the garments. They had planned on teasing and tormenting Nelson for much longer, but their lust had overpowered their dominant cruelty, at least temporarily. They would take the edge off their lust and punish and humiliate him to their heart's content during the rest of the weekend.
They commanded him to lie down on his back on the bed and to do it so his whipped ass rested on the towel which was spread on the sheets.
Linda Sue turned her back to Lucy. Lucy unhooked the blonde teenager's black leather bra and took it off, fondling Linda Sue's breasts as she did so.
The pert breasts tumbled free from the cups. The nipples were hard and throbbing. Lucy reached around Linda Sue and rested her hands on the girl's breasts, so that the stiff nipples pressed against her palms.
She rubbed and squeezed the breasts. Linda Sue moaned. She closed her eyes until they were dark slits glittering in her pale white face.
She opened her mouth and sighed heavily. Lucy dropped one hand to the girl's panties and tugged them down off her hips, baring her pussy.
Lucy's brown hand fondled the pussy. Linda Sue's pussy lips were pink and surprisingly full. The thick brown fingers stroked pleasure into them.
Lucy said, "I could do this all day, darling, but as long as we've got that slave lying on the bed with that good hard cock, we might as well make good use of it. You and me can always make love - and we surely will, later."
Linda Sue teased, "Bet that's something you didn't know about, Nellie. I've been slipping over to the servant's quarters to spend my nights with Lucy. Ummm, she does me so good! I never met a man who could satisfy me like she does!"
Lucy chuckled and fondly patted Linda Sue's behind. "Ain't she the sweetest little old thing ever, Nellie? You got a daughter you can be proud of."
Her breasts bobbed as she strutted over to him. He looked up at her awesome figure, his eyes filled with hot desire to submit to her will.
Lucy said, "I know you like to eat pussy, Nellie - love to eat it - Linda Sue told me how good you went down on Miss Charlotte. But what I want to know now is, you ever gone down on some good black pussy? Hmmmmm?"
"N-no, Miss Lucy, I never had." His voice was a shy whisper.
"Why not?" Lucy demanded. "You ain't prejudiced, are you, bitch?"
"No, Miss Lucy, of course not! I worship all women - I don't care about their color! It's just that I've never known any black women intimately!"
Lucy chuckled. "Well, you're gonna get to know this black woman a whole lot better. Your tongue is gonna get to know my pussy inside out - and my ass, too! In fact, you can just sit up and kiss my ass right now!"
She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Her brown buttocks were immense - smooth - rippling with dominant power and passion.
Linda Sue said, "That ass seems to beautiful to waste on a lowly slave, Lucy. You should let me polish it with my tongue instead."
"Don't you never get tired of kissing my bottom?" Lucy was pleased. "Nellie never had the chance to kiss it. Let's be fair and give her that chance."
The pain in his bottom was forgotten as Nelson stared hungrily at the brown woman's wide hips and thickly bushed pussy and succulent ass.
He sat up on the bed. Lucy said, "Come to your master, Nellie."
Looking over her shoulder at him, she gripped a handful of his hair and pulled his head to her bottom. He gasped and rubbed his face against her buttocks.
"Feels good, don't it?" she said. "It tastes even better. Now, stick out your tongue and polish up my cheeks with it. Make 'em gleam, bitch."
He extended his pink tongue past his blood-red lips and pressed it against her brown flesh. The buttocks rippled and jiggled as he licked them.
Linda Sue stood in front of Lucy. The teenager stroked Lucy's pussy.
When Lucy's bottom was shiny with saliva, she rested her hands on the cheeks and pulled them apart, spreading them wide, exposing her dark crack.
Her anus was a puckered brown rose. "Get your nose down in there, girl," Lucy said, pulling his face between her buttocks. "Get your tongue inside me."
Her fleshy brown bottom was hot and smooth as it pressed against his face. Nelson licked her anus, then thrust his tongue in and out of it.
Lucy enjoyed the twin delights of having her anus rimmed and making her employer her slave. Linda Sue fondled Lucy's clitoris.
Lucy at last pulled Nelson's face away from her ass. He was sorry to leave it.
Lucy said, "Now it's time to get down to business. Although I don't know why I'm hurrying. That thing of Nellie's is as hard as it was when we started."
She put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down on the bed. Then she and Linda Sue climbed on the mattress and arranged themselves around him.
Lucy knelt at the head of the bed and Linda Sue knelt at its foot.
Linda Sue gripped his member. "This is really strange, Lucy. Just think, sixteen years ago, Nellie put this thing inside my mom and created me. And now I'm going to take this thing inside me and rape it and milk it dry. Life is strange."
"We're gonna make it a whole lot stranger," Lucy said.
Linda Sue fondled his soft white thighs where they emerged from the stocking tops. She slipped her hands beneath the garters and stroked his skin.
"He feels so soft and smooth," she marveled. "Just like a real girl!"
"It's the best of both worlds. He dresses like a pretty little bitch, but he has that good hard thing between his legs. And we can use his ass like a pussy, too, just like your momma did. It sure is nice to have a cross-dressed slave."
Linda Sue gripped his member. It was hot and red and throbbed against her fingers. When she squeezed it, a pearly drop of come oozed from the head.
Linda Sue smeared it on her finger, and raised it to his lips. "Sweets for the sweet. Suck it, Nellie and no whining! You can't fool me! I saw Mom make you go down on her and clean out her pussy after you came inside it."
"I saw it, too," Lucy said. "Man, that was some hot action! Linda Sue and I almost had a fight over who was gonna get to peep through the keyhole next!"
Linda Sue straddled her father's hips. She toyed with the frilly scallops of red lace which hung down from the bottom of the red satin garter belt.
Gripping his member, she rubbed it against her soft pussy lips. The red cock head glided against her pink pussy lips, spreading them to reveal slippery membranes.
Nelson whimpered, "But - but you're my daughter! I'm so confused!"
Lucy laughed at his feeble protests as she moved into position over his head.
Nelson whimpered, "No, Linda Sue! This isn't right - is it?!"
"If I want to do it, Nellie, then it must be right," she answered, '"cause as far as you're concerned, a woman can do no wrong and I'm a woman!"
A shadow covered his frantic face as Lucy straddled his head. Her pale pink nyloned legs pressed his cheeks. Her pussy lips were thick and wet.
Lucy lowered herself down and sat on his face, cutting off his words in mid-sentence. He was muffled by her pussy covering his mouth.
Linda Sue guided the cock head inside her. She gasped and shivered as she took it deep inside her. The rigid cock glided against her slippery membranes.
His cock filled her. Nelson couldn't believe how hot and tight her pussy was. And Lucy's pussy was so hot and wet and saturated with juices.
He felt like he would pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all. But there would be no rest for him. He was a cross-dressed sex slave and his duty was to serve.
Lucy's thick pussy lips spread to the sides. Her membranes pressed against his face, smearing it with juices. He lifted his tongue to her clitoris.
Linda Sue sat up straight and tall, with his cock deep inside her. She rocked back and forth like she was riding a bucking bronco.
Nelson wondered about his fate. Was there some gene for sexual kinkiness which he had passed down to his daughter? Whatever the answer was, he didn't care. He was a slave and didn't have to ponder such weighty questions. His existence boiled down to one requirement - he must pleasure the dominant females.
