Archive Note: The cover to this pocketbook shows the title as "Underage Housewife." The title page inside indicates the title might be "Teen Housewife Hookers." I have no idea which, if either, is correct.
FOREWORD
Sonya watched me get fucked by Drake.
Sonya was a voluptuous brunette beauty, the adult woman who was my lesbian lover, and now worked as my pimp and procuress.
Drake was my first customer. He was a middle aged executive. He touched me all over, feeling me up as he stripped me naked.
I was scared but excited. This was the first time I ever did it for money.
Drake was turned on. It wasn't every day that he got to fuck a sixteen year old girl with an angel face and a wicked body like mine.
His cock bulged in his pants. He stripped me down to my panties. I thought he was going to fuck my pussy. It was warm and wet inside.
Instead, he pushed me down on my knees. I knew what he wanted even before he pulled down his zipper. His cock was red, hard, and long.
He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled it to his crotch. I opened my lips and he stuffed his cock inside my mouth.
Sonya leaned forward for a better view so she could watch me suck him off.
CHAPTER ONE
Sonya took off my blouse. I turned my back to her so she could take off my bra.
She put her hands on my shoulders and caressed them. She has strong smooth hands. A chill ran down my spine as my blood heated up.
Her breath was warm and tingling on the back of my neck. She folded my blouse neatly and set it down on the counter near the sink.
Her fingers with their long sharp painted nails unhooked the back strap of my bra, which came undone in twin halves.
The bra was white with nylon cups. It was a size too small for me, so it made my breasts stand out even more fully than normal.
She put her hands on my shoulders and slid the straps down my arms. The tight bra cups loosened their hold on my breasts.
Sonya turned me so that we were face to face. She pulled the bra off me, baring my breasts. They jiggled when they came free of the cups.
My breasts were high, firm, full, almost as big as hers, and she had a really impressive set. And I was less than half her age.
I'm seventeen. I have the face of a younger girl, and the body of a woman. I'd be in my senior year in high school if I hadn't dropped out to get married.
Sonya is the landlady of the house where my husband Mark and I live in a small set of rooms on the cramped fourth floor.
We were in Sonya's kitchen on the ground floor. It was ten o'clock on a gloomy, rainy November day. Curtains were drawn over the windows.
There was privacy and that was good. I wasn't ashamed of what we were doing, but die neighbors weren't as broadminded or tolerant.
To hell with them all. I was sick of this miserable dead-end neighborhood I was stuck in. I had to get my kicks some way.
Sonya was more than willing to oblige. She was a middle aged woman with a taste for younger girls. She was a few years past forty.
The two of us made quite a contrast. She was short and big-boned and buxom, while I'm long and lean and pretty skinny, except for my breasts and bottom.
Sonya lounged in a satiny robe. Her short black curly hair was tousled from last night's sleep. She hadn't put her make-up on yet.
She had a wide striking face, with green eyes, a beak-like nose, wide red lips, and a large jaw with a lot of chin.
The rest of her was big. She had massive breasts which must have been close to a size 42-DD. Her hips were wide and womanly.
Her middle was thick but not fat. Her rounded thighs were strong, her calves were shapely, and her ankles were surprisingly slender.
Her black robe clung to her curves. It was patterned with a design of big pink roses. The robe was belted by a sash at her waist.
She wore high-heeled open-toed mules. Her toenails were all painted red, the same shade of polish as her fingernails had been painted.
I was casually dressed. I only wore a tight pair of designer jeans, now that my blouse and bra were stripped off, leaving me naked above the waist.
I've got long brown hair, parted in the middle, which falls to the middle of my breasts.
My nipples tingled. My breasts are full and heavy, and I have to keep in good condition and muscle tone so that they stay high and firm.
The rest of me is pretty thin, with a narrow waist and flat tummy. My legs are real long, and my ass is pertly rounded.
My nipples and rosettes are a shade of soft pink. The nipples jutted like pink pebbles, sharp and throbbing at the tips of my breasts.
Sonya's robe had a plunging V-neckline which showed off the rounded swelling curves of her breasts. Her flesh was pale and white, like ivory.
My skin was more pink, and glowing. It glowed even more as Sonya put her hand on my breasts and started squeezing and fondling them.
The nipples were sensitive and throbbed hard when she touched them. Her plump hands had long red-painted nails. Veins stood out on the backs of them.
She wore rings on each finger. One of them was set with a big diamond. The stone glinted and flashed rays of light as her hand moved.
She cupped my breasts in her palm like she was weighing them. The smooth bosom flesh oozed over the edges of her hand.
Feeling my breasts, she lifted them, pushed them apart, plumped them together. Her fingers kept stroking the mounds of flesh.
I liked the feeling. I put one hand on the table to steady myself. I closed my eyes and went with the feeling of her fondling. It felt super.
She wrapped her arms around me, hugging me. My naked breasts pressed hers, which were covered by the robe. She put her mouth on mine.
Her lips were soft and full and open. I parted mine, so she could stick her tongue inside.
Her tongue dipped in my mouth. It was soft and limber and hot. It glided over my teeth and the roof of my mouth and rubbed my tongue.
Her warm breath filled my lungs. She touched me all over as she kissed me. I pressed my lips against hers and kissed her back.
Sonya liked to take the lead, and I didn't mind being the passive partner, but not too passive, of course.
Sonya's hand dropped to my bottom and squeezed my ass through the denim fabric of the jeans, which was stretched tight across my ass.
She kissed me some more as she caressed my thighs. She reached between my legs and rubbed my pussy through the denim crotch of the jeans.
When she broke off the kiss, her eyes were hot and sexed-up. Her lips were wet with my saliva. Red spots of color glowed in her cheeks.
She took me by the hand and led me into the living room. Her palm was sweaty. As we walked she kept on touching and stroking my breasts.
Pieces of heavy furniture, sofas and armchairs, all thickly cushioned and padded, were arranged around the room, on the wall to wall carpet.
The TV was on, playing some game show. Sonya turned off the sound, but it was so dark and gloomy in the room, that she left on the picture.
The TV had a strong unnatural light. Sonya led me to the couch. She sat down, parking her plump bottom on the cushions, sinking into them.
The twin halves of her robe opened below the waist sash, as she crossed her legs, showing lots of her white rounded thighs.
She put her hands on my hips and turned me so that I faced her.
I rested my hands on her shoulders. I felt her body heat through the thin robe.
She squeezed my hip. Her fingers brushed my flat belly as she reached for the snap of my jeans and popped them open.
Her eyes were hot as she pulled down the zipper. I wore a plain pair of white cotton panties which came into view as my pants were opened.
The jeans were tight, so tight that she had to peel them down off my hips. The jeans came down to the tops of my thighs.
She leaned forward as she took them down off my legs. Her dangling breasts thrust against the front of her robe, threatening to fall out.
My jeans were down in a heap at my ankles. I stepped out of them.
Sonya stood up, smiling as she opened the sash at her waist and took off her robe. She wore a black satin nightie beneath it.
Her breasts thrust against the sleek garment. There was black lace at the throat and hem of it. The hem reached barely down to the tops of her thighs.
She took off the nightie, too, gripping its hem in her plump hands and pulling it up off her head and casting it aside.
She was naked now. Her breasts were melons of flesh, creamy white, with dark brown nipples which stood out like grapes, and rosettes wider than silver dollars.
She was big all over, with wide shoulders, thick arms, a rounded belly, wide flaring hips. Her thighs were white columns.
Her tangled, fluffy bush was a thick black triangle of fur which covered her halfway to her belly button. Her pussy lips were thick and fleshy.
Her flesh was hot and smooth as she pressed against me.
The feel of flesh touching flesh made my nerves tingle. I was more than a little breathless as she steered me to the couch.
She lay down first. That was good. Sometimes I like it when she gets on top of me, but other times I'm not into being smothered by her wet pussy when she sits on my face.
She lay on her back. The mounds of flesh which were her breasts jiggled and rippled as she sank into the deep cushions.
She kept her hands on me. She put her hand between my thighs as I stood beside her. I opened my legs so she could reach me better.
She touched my pussy, stroking it. My pussy lips were thin and pink and delicate. They rippled and tingled as her fingers glided over them.
She scraped the edge of her nail lightly across my sensitive pussy flesh, which really gave me a thrill, making my juices ooze.
She pressed the tip of her middle finger against my pussy lips and pushed the first joint of the finger inside me.
I was hot and wet inside, and my juices seethed against her finger. After a moment, when she took it out of me, it was wet with my juices.
She pulled me to her. I mounted her face, bending my leg at the knee as I swung it up on the couch like I was climbing on a horse.
Sonya's hot mouth would give me a ride which no horse could match.
I straddled her face, with one folded leg on the couch cushion, and the other leg stretching down, resting my foot on the floor.
I was facing her feet. She reached up and held my hips.
Her hands gripped my lean hips, squeezing them, her fingers fanning out on my pink flesh.
She licked her lips, wetting them so that they were shining. My thigh pressed the soft warm flesh of her cheek.
She pulled me down to her. As I lowered my pussy to meet her waiting hungry mouth, her breath tingled on my labia and my bush.
Her lips were soft on my pussy, soft and kissing. I oooh'd and aaah'd like I was sinking into a hot bath. My nipples were so stiff that they ached.
She kissed my pussy. As my weight pressed down on her open mouth, my pussy lips split and spread to the sides, showing pink membranes.
I was dripping wet inside from her kisses and caresses. My juices smeared on her face. Her mouth was greedy and licking and sucking at my sex.
I leaned forward, which caused my pussy to press even harder on her mouth. She opened her thick legs for me, putting one foot on the floor.
As I lowered my face to her quivering pussy, my hair fell on her flesh, covering her belly and some of her hips with a curtain of hair.
I pushed it off to one side. Her bush was thick and black. I nuzzled it, loving its fleecy feel against my cheeks.
The pussy lips were full and dark pink and warm. I kissed them, first with quick little darting kisses, then with longer, more passionate kisses.
The fragrance of her pussy was thick and musky. It rose up off her sex, filling my nostrils, the natural scent of a mature woman in heat.
My tongue played over her pussy lips. I rested my palms on her round smooth thighs.
My head bobbed up and down as I tongued her.
After I had licked her labia wet with my saliva, I lanced my tongue inside her.
Her juices were thick and tingling on my tongue. I ran my tongue inside her, licking the juices off her slippery pussy walls.
Muscles flexed under the smooth skin of her soft thighs. Her pussy quivered as I burrowed my tongue deep inside her, probing her.
All the time I was mouthing her, she was doing the same for me. It was intense. My pussy was a mass of wet heat attached to her mouth.
I could hardly tell where my flesh ended and hers began. Wet sucking sounds came from her mouth working between my legs.
Her tongue tip pressed my clitoris. It added incredibly to my heat, so that I almost writhed off the couch as she mouthed me.
I concentrated on doing what I was doing to her pussy with my lips and tongue. It wasn't easy, since I could feel my climax closing in.
I ran my tongue up her thick-lipped dripping slit, probing for her clit, finding it easily. It was a fat button of throbbing pink flesh.
She writhed under me as I put my tongue to work, flicking the tip of it back and forth on the pink marble. Her hips shook, her thighs rippled.
I rocked my hips back and forth and sideways. No matter how I moved, she kept her tongue tip pressed on my clitoris.
My clit was smaller than hers, a pearl compared to the marble of her clitoris. Her tongue wrapped around it, driving me wilder and wilder.
I came first. I had to stop eating her pussy when I climaxed. My face got all red and scrunched up. Moans were forced out of me.
I shook and shivered as I came. My body went rigid.
The force of the orgasm broke, leaving me dazed and trembling. My body glowed with pleasure, and the center of that glow was my pussy.
My pussy was a pulsing ball of electric pleasure between my legs. Each time it throbbed, it made the rest of my body tingle.
I gasped for breath. When I recovered, Sonya wiggled her hips, signaling that she wanted me to take her over the edge.
I sobbed with pleasure, shook my head to clear it, and went back to work.
Her bush was sopping wet with my saliva. Her pussy was hotter and wetter than ever. My tongue stuck out and pressed her throbbing button.
She writhed her hips as I tongued her. She moved them faster and faster, grinding her pussy against my open mouth.
When she came, she lifted her plump buttocks off the cushions, arching her back as she went rigid with pleasure.
While she climaxed, her body was bent like a bow. She flopped back down, gasping and groaning, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open and moaning.
She shook her head from side to side. She crossed her arms over her chest and hugged herself as she came, her big breasts oozing between the spaces of her arms.
At last she stopped writhing. Sighing heavily, she rubbed the sweat from her face. I turned around and she made room on the couch so that I could lay alongside her.
She lay on her side, her heavy breasts plumping up, her strong legs curled. I lay on my side next to her, spoon fashion, curled into her.
Her naked breasts with their stiff nipples pressed my back. My rounded bottom was molded to her front. She stroked me.
I felt good, with her masses of soft warm flesh surrounding me. We lay there in her living room, recovering from our mutual orgasms.
She ran her fingers along my flesh, toyed with my nipples, rubbed my hip, patted my bottom. She kissed my hot wet face.
As I enjoyed the delightful sensations inside me, I couldn't help comparing it to the clumsy way my husband had used me the night before.
Mark is a year older than I am. He was my steady boyfriend when we were both in high school. I quit school to marry him.
I had regretted that boneheaded mistake ever since.
Sure, he was handsome. He had wavy brown hair, dark eyes, rugged good looks. He was considered quite a catch, when we were in high school.
He was a senior then, and I was a junior. He was the quarterback of the school team, a star athlete who had everything going for him.
He was a sure bet for a scholarship to the state college. Football was the only thing which would get him into college, since he was strictly a zero in the academic department. After the winning season, he had lots of offers.
Only he had done something real stupid. He and some of his idiot buddies got drunk and went for a ride in his car.
He had an accident. The car was totaled. Mark's leg was broken, and along with it were his chances of ever becoming a star athlete.
I hadn't figured on that happening when I married him. At the time, it seemed a great way to get away from my mother and hated step-father and creepy brothers. I was pretty sick of school by that time, too.
Nowadays, the school routine which I had hated looked great to me.
Mark really chumped himself with the accident. He was an idiot to go drinking and driving. I was an idiot for marrying him in the first place.
He really went to pieces. Sports were his whole life, and without them, he was nothing. No college would take him if he couldn't play ball.
If he hadn't gotten a job working in his father's gardening business, we would have starved, since he sure wasn't qualified to do much else.
Even his good, trim, strong body was going to fat. He was glum and moody, and spent most nights sitting around guzzling beer and watching the tube.
Last night served as a typical scene from our marriage. Mark decided that he wanted to fuck me, an event which rarely happens more than once a week.
That's okay by me, since he isn't the man he used to be, not in looks or bedroom performance and I'm a girl who's used to the best.
Before we were married, he was always hot for my bod. He never could go too long, but he could recover from his quick climax and get hard real soon after it.
Last night we were sitting in the living room, watching the flickering black-and-white picture of the cheap portable TV which is the only one we could afford.
He sat in the only comfortable chair in the room, holding a can of beer. It seems like he's had a beer can surgically attached to his hand, since I almost never see him without one. He was still bitching about the dinner I cooked.
I told him sharply that if he brought home more dough that I could use for grocery shopping, the meals would improve. What allowance he gave me for food hardly kept us fed. He was so tight that he squeaked.
He sucked up beer and laughed almost as hard as the canned laughter on the stupid so-called "comedies" he watched like he was hypnotized.
I stood about as much of it as I could. Then I took a magazine into the bedroom with me. The printed page made better company than he did.
I undressed. I put on a pink flannel robe. I liked the feeling of the soft fluffy fabric against my naked flesh.
I sat up in bed reading, with the blankets up to my waist. Around eleven o'clock, I heard my better half rising up heavily from his chair.
I turned off the light and rolled under the covers and pretended I was asleep.
He came into the bedroom and took off his clothes. His body was gross, with a sloppy beer belly hanging down over his cock and balls.
Him naked was none too pleasant a sight. He got into bed and switched off the light. He's too uptight to do it with the lights on.
That's fine with me. I like it better in the dark that way I don't have to look at him. But I could feel him, and smell him.
Beer fumes came off his breath, making him smell like a brewery. He pressed against me in the bed and started squeezing my tits through the flannel gown.
His face was in my face. The beer stink turned my stomach. He kissed me sloppily, slobbering all over my face. I tried to get out of it.
He wouldn't take no for an answer. The bastard would have forced me if I held out on him, so it was easier for me to just let him do it.
He pulled down the blankets and flipped me on my back and pulled my robe up my body, bunching it up at the top of my tits.
He pawed my breasts like he was milking a cow. He pushed his hand between' my thighs, prying them open so he could feel my pussy.
He rubbed my pussy. He lay alongside me.
He took my hand and brought it between his legs and made me feel his cock and balls.
His cock was thick and semi-erect. I got harder when I touched it. He kept squeezing my tits, pulling them so hard that he hurt me.
When he was turned on, he rolled on top of me. His big belly pressed down on me. His cock head poked my sensitive pussy lips.
He gripped his cock and tried to force it inside me. I wasn't wet at all, and he hurt me so much by trying to stuff it in that I pushed him off.
He licked his hand and rubbed spit between my legs. God forbid that he should ever try and excite me first, by putting his mouth on my pussy.
Before we got married, he had done it once or twice, but I could see that he didn't like it at all. I thought I would cure him of it after we were married.
Then the accident happened, and he totally fell apart.
Anyway, he smeared his spit on my pussy, rubbing it into me with his thick-fingered hands, shoving some of it inside the pussy lips.
He put more spit on the head of his cock. Now that I was "Lubricated", he rolled back on top of me, pinning me with his weight.
His cock head quivered as it poked my pussy. The fleshy wedge pried open my pussy lips. He stuffed the fat cock head inside me.
He shoved his dick inside me. He wasn't really hard and rigid in his cock, only semi-hard, something else which had been happening to him lately.
My hope was that he'd become totally impotent, so that I wouldn't have to submit to him at all, ever. But last night, though his dick was rubbery and flexible, it was just hard enough for him to use it to fuck me.
His weight crushed me. He humped away, shoving his cock into my pussy. From the way he huffed and puffed for breath, I thought he would have a heart attack.
No such luck. His cock was like a piece of putty sliding around in my pussy. I don't even bother to pretend that I like it any more.
I just lay there, waiting for him to finish. He breathed faster and harder and his hips shoved forward and he stopped thrusting as he came.
His semen spurted inside me. As soon as he stopped coming, he rolled off me, pulling his cock out of my pussy. He soon fell asleep.
I got up, his come oozing between my pussy lips. I went into the bathroom and took a good hot bath. I could hear him snoring.
While I was washing myself in the tub, I played with my pussy, fingering the labia and clitoris until I had a fast, intense climax.
I sure wasn't getting any where he was concerned. From the first time tonight that his cock head prodded my pussy lips, to the time he rolled off me for good, not more than ten minutes at the most could have gone by.
My dreary memories of the night before were interrupted by something which Sonya was saying to me. At first, I was hardly sure I heard her right.
But I had. She repeated her remark: "Julie, how would you like to make one hundred dollars for less than an hour's work?"
When I was positive that she meant it, and wasn't just kidding around, I didn't waste a second saying yes. There wasn't much I wouldn't do for one hundred dollars!
CHAPTER TWO
This was the first time I ever saw a grown man being punished like a naughty little boy. It excited me.
And being paid one hundred dollars merely to silently sit there and watch the bizarre show ah, that was sheer delight!
The victim's name was Richard. He was an eager, willing victim. He sought out Sonya specifically for the services she could provide.
I was getting a real education. Sonya was infinitely more complex than I had ever suspected. She led a secret life.
Now, she was letting me in on her secret, or at least part of it.
It was the early afternoon of the same day in which we had made love. Since then, we had cleaned up and dressed in different outfits.
I sat in an armchair in the living room. I was freshly bathed. My hair had been shampooed and then styled with a hot-air blower.
I wore a dress which Sonya provided for me. It was much nicer than anything hanging in my clothes closet. It was a white velvet gown.
It had spaghetti-thin shoulder straps. My breasts were fitted into the cups. I wore no bra, and most of my breasts were on display.
I loved the feel of velvet against my flesh. My nipples were stiffly erect. They jutted against the cups, throbbing steadily.
The gown fit me tightly, hugging my curves. Its hem reached down to my ankles, but the skirt part was slit up the sides.
The side slits reached up past the middle of my thighs. When I walked, or even crossed my legs, lots of my flesh was flashed.
My hair, freshly washed, hung in shimmering waves, framing my face. I sat with my hands in my lap, working hard to keep my expression blank.
Sonya furnished me with the garment. She had a trunk filled with lingerie and sexy underwear and kinky outfits, including lots of leathers.
She had a closet filled with similar garments, all of them in her own large size. But her clothes would have hung on my thin frame like a sack.
My feet were tucked into shiny white shoes with pointed toes and three-inch heels. The shoes were my own she hadn't any which would fit me.
She was dressed even more bizarrely, like a dominant leather bitch.
Her hair was pinned up at the top of her head. She wore heavy make-up, dramatically exaggerated to create the dominant effect she wanted.
Her eyebrows were dark and arched. Her thick-lashed eyes were made bolder and deeper by the application of eye shadow and liner.
Her lips were painted with a thick, glossy red lipstick.
Her heavy breasts were bare. Her middle was circled with a black leather waist cincher which I had helped lace her into.
The tight cincher gave her hourglass curves. It pushed up her breasts, and plumped out her bottom. A leather garter belt circled her hips.
The belt had four fat frilly garters. Their metal tabs were pinned to the dark tops of the nylons which sheathed her legs.
A pair of black lace panties, scanty and see-through, were stretched taut across her hips.
The tight panties were so low that the top fringe of her black bush peered over the waistband. The lacy fabric was tight against her pubis.
Her rounded pubic mound could be seen, as well as the folds of her pussy lips. In back, the panties covered only the very bottoms of her ass cheeks.
She wore black leather wristbands and a pair of black leather ankle boots with sharply pointed toes and high spiked heels.
Richard was stretched face down across the arm of the couch, the same couch where Sonya and I had made passionate love only a few hours ago.
Richard had arrived at her house not long ago. He looked out of place in this blue-collar, working class neighborhood.
He was in his early forties, sleekly prosperous. He was dressed like a banker in an expensive and conservative three-piece suit.
Sonya had filled me in on his peculiar passions and pleasures, so I wouldn't be surprised by anything she might do to him.
Richard was an executive in a large corporation, holding a position of real responsibility. In his workaday world, he gave orders.
But in his private life, his bedroom life, he took orders and abuse.
I'm not completely naive, and I had always known that there were guys like him, although I had never met any. But as I watched Sonya go to work on him, I realized that I had a lot to learn about the stranger side of sex.
I couldn't have asked for a better teacher than Sonya. She had not been a landlady all her life. She had worked for years in the flesh trade.
She had been a prostitute from age fifteen through thirty-five.
She had freelanced, and worked in houses. She had satisfied men and women alike. She had thoroughly explored all the varieties of sex.
Needless to say, these secrets about her past did not shock me they excited me. She had told them to me earlier, while we lay arm in arm.
She had made enough money to buy this house and retire from her former profession. But after a year or two of respectability, she became bored.
She slipped back into her old ways. She had many contacts with her old clients, who hurried to her when she was once more back in business.
She told me that she had been watching me carefully since Mark and I moved into the house, and that she thought I had a lot on the ball.
She said she had been looking for someone to help her out. I had all the qualities she searched for I was young, pretty, and thoroughly amoral.
I told her that she seemed to have figured me out pretty well. She laughed and said that twenty years in the whore's trade had given her a sixth sense about talent.
I was fascinated. I had often thought about what it would be like to sell myself to strangers. It seemed delicious, to get paid for fucking.
Sonya said that I had proved to be just what she wanted, especially in bed. The fact that I was a woman-lover was a big factor.
When she asked if what she had told me interested me, I told her that I was more than interested, I was sexually excited.
I took hold of her hand and guided it between my legs. She put her finger in my pussy and discovered that I was dripping wet.
She rolled me on my back and stuck her head between my pussy and ate me until I came.
It was hot, steamy, intense. I came hard and heavily.
Later, after we rested, and I assured her that I wanted to work with her, she told me about what I would have to do that afternoon.
This Richard craved humiliation. The more she verbally and physically degraded him the hotter and happier he got.
She had decided that the presence of another female would really blow his mind. No outsider had ever watched her sessions with him.
It would make it even more intense for him with me present, since I looked like the very image of a wholesome and pretty teenager.
She had told Richard that she was considering having a stranger to him present at his next session. The concept made him quiver with excitement. "
All I would have to do was sit and watch and keep as cool and calm and disinterested as possible, as though I witnessed scenes like this every day.
She described some of what she would do to him, so I wouldn't be shocked. I was excited. I anticipated watching the session.
Hell, I would have been glad to watch it for nothing, just for, kicks. It sure beat watching the soap operas and game shows on afternoon TV.
But I didn't tell Sonya that. One hundred dollars! That was a fortune to me. The last time I had seen that much money was when I counted up the cash wedding gifts Mark and I had gotten and he wound up spending the money.
It looked like it would be the easiest money I ever made. While we waited for Richard to arrive, we got all refreshed and clean in the bath.
While Sonya dressed me and herself, she entertained me with anecdotes from her years in the flesh trade.
The time arrived for Richard's appointment. Sonya told me he was the soul of punctuality, and never failed to arrive on time.
I was dressed in white velvet. I loved the way she looked in her leathers. I told her that I wouldn't mind being her prisoner myself.
She said that could be arranged. We didn't go into that interesting topic any further, because Richard showed up.
Sonya pulled back the curtain and peered out the window down the street. A yellow cab stopped in front of the house and Richard got out.
"That's him!" Sonya said. I looked out the window. Richard looked like the straightest of the straight Joe executive. He didn't look kinky.
Sonya patted my bottom through the velvet gown. She reminded me to just sit there and act cool, calm, and contemptuous of the male submissive.
She threw on a robe which covered her from her shoulders to her booted ankles. I sat down in the living room when she answered the door.
I heard the two of them talking in the foyer, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. My pussy quivered and oozed warm moisture inside.
Sonya entered the room, Richard following a few paces behind her. His face was red and his eyes nervously scanned the room until they saw me.
He was a round, soft man with a pleasant if not very exciting face. He was clean and safe. He carried an attach' case.
His red face got even redder and deeper when he saw me. I looked at him without so much as batting an eye. He was the one who looked away.
"This is Mistress Julie," Sonya said. "She has graciously consented to observe me put my worthless slave through his paces."
Richard fidgeted. Sonya prodded him, reminding him to thank me. He stammered out his thanks, practically choking on his words as he did so.
I was watching Sonya. She was cool, haughty, sneering. I used the same attitude, but of course I let her shape the pace of the session.
"I've, been telling Mistress Julie that you are at least an obedient little slave, and I know that you won't dare make a liar out of me!"
Richard knew his place. He spoke only when he was spoken to. He always respectfully addressed Sonya as "Mistress". It blew my mind, seeing the power she had over him.
It got wilder by the minute. She told him to get down on his knees and demonstrate the proper respect. He put aside his attach' case and obeyed.
This businessman in a three-piece suit and tie got down on his knees in the center of Sonya's living room and started licking her boots.
His face was redder than ever. His legs were folded under him, and his wide bottom was raised high as he pressed his face to her boots.
Sonya laid it on him. I fought to keep from staring as she made him polish her boots with his tongue, until both boots shone with saliva.
That was only the beginning. She wedged the pointed leather toe of fier boot into his mouth, stretching the corners of his lips.
He was forced to suck her boot "the way you would suck a hard cock, you sluttish slave!" as Sonya commanded him to do.
When he had amused her long enough with that, she took her boot out of his mouth and ordered him to lay on his back on the floor.
The fat bulge in his baggy pants testified to the size of the hard-on he had.
She sat on a stool and made him take the spiked stiletto heel of her boot between his puckered lips and suck it juicily.
Saliva drooled out of the corners of his mouth, wetting his jaw and chin. He cringed and moaned, but he sucked like there was no tomorrow.
Next, he was forced to undress. Sonya made him neatly hang up his clothes as he removed them. She heaped verbal abuse on him.
She mocked the softness of his body. She pointed out the flaws in his physique to me, chuckling as she named them one by one.
She could be quite a bitch, all right. Richard was nearly in tears from her insults by the time he had stripped down to his shorts.
He wore a pair of" white boxer shorts. I could glimpse his hard cock through the opening in the fly hole. She took down his shorts.
His hard dick popped up when she pulled his shorts down. He had a good-sized tool, with a fat red bullet-shaped head and a thick long shaft.
His cock bobbed in front of him. He lowered his head, hanging it in shame. There was a shiny smear of semen on the tip of his cock.
Sonya scooped the come on her fingertip-there was only a little bit of it stuck her finger in his mouth, and made him suck his own come.
She set his attach' case down on the toffee table and flipped it open. Buried under files and folders and official-looking documents were frilly, feminine garments, lingerie in Richard's personal size.
Sonya dressed him in his garments. He wore a frilly garter belt, pink satin panties, stockings. There was even a pair of woman's shoes in his size.
She mistreated and manhandled him while she dressed him in woman's clothes.
She pinched his plump upper thighs, tweaked his nipples between her sharp red nails, ran those nailed fingers down his back and chest.
She dug her nails into his cock, twisting and pulling it, punishing it. He rose on tiptoes, whimpering, his eyes wet with tears.
She said to me that he was deserving of punishment. She tied his hands behind his back. Then she took off her panties.
She slapped his face for staring at her pussy, and promised him that his punishment would be increased for such audacity.
She was real convincing, all cold and arrogant and haughty. Her wide white hips and her thick-lipped pussy looked twice as hot now that the panties were off and her flesh was framed by the garter belt and stocking tops.
She turned her panties inside-out, so that the crotch faced outward. She wadded them in a ball and stuffed them in his mouth.
She used a black cloth to hold the panty gag in place. She jammed the cloth strip between his jaws, and knotted it at the back of his head.
Richard didn't know where to look. He kept glancing at me out of the corner of his eye until Sonya caught him doing it.
Although this time, I had hardly spoken a word, except to say yes when Sonya made a comment. I never spoke once to Richard.
When he was gagged, Sonya marched him to the couch where he would be punished. She made him bend face down across the wide arm of the couch.
His feet were on the floor. He bent forward from the waist, with his middle draped over the arm of the couch, and his hands tied behind him.
Sonya showed him a wicked leather strap. He cringed and made frightened noises behind his gag. But he didn't resist his punishment.
She took up a stance behind him and pulled Ms pink panties down, rolling them at the top of his stockinged thighs.
His ass was plump and round and almost hairless, with shining globes. By the time she finished beating him with the strap, his ass was bright red and welted from the small of his back to the tops of his thighs.
But he loved it. Even though he was crying like a little girl, his dick was harder and stiffer than ever.
He lay there in the punishment position. His ass cheeks still twitched, although Sonya had stopped beating him. Tears flowed down his face.
She crossed the room to me. Her dangling breasts brushed my shoulder as she bent forward to whisper something in my ear.
"You can really blow his little mind," she said. I asked her what I could do to help her out, and she told me.
I was hot anyway, so it was good for me to do something besides just sitting there looking bored and haughty. This would be much more interesting.
Sonya helped the sobbing slave to stand up. His stiff penis jutted over the pink rolled line of his panties. She turned him so that he faced me.
He blinked his eyes, squeezing out more tears. He watched me slowly pull on the pair of white kid gloves which Sonya had just given me.
She pulled his panties down to his ankles. He stepped out of them. She lifted the panties and wrapped them around his jutting cock.
I stood to one side of him. I could smell the man-sweat dripping down his soft shining body. There was nothing soft about his rod of flesh.
The neat little gloves only reached up to my wrists. While Sonya smiled encouragingly at me, I wrapped my gloved hand over his panty covered cock.
Even through the panties and my gloves, I felt the heat of his flesh. It throbbed when my fingers closed around it.
Richard moaned and whimpered, the gag muffling his hot outcries. I started pulling on his cock flesh, jerking him off through his panties.
This was, uh, child's play for me. By the time I was twelve years old, I knew all there was to know about giving hand jobs.
His red-strapped buttocks were tense as he thrust his hips forward and backward. He gasped from the friction of my gloved hand rubbing the silky panties against his hot and hard penis flesh. Sonya held his shoulders to steady him.
I used my free hand to finger his balls. That drove him wild. Sonya started swatting his shaking ass with her bare hand, spanking him.
His cock throbbed. I squeezed it hard, and he came inside the panties. Come jetted inside the panties in thick spurting gushes.
None of it got on me, of course, since the panties had been carefully wrapped by Sonya. The panties caught the come inside them.
Richard was weak and shaking. He had the kind of look on his face that I've seen real religious people get sometimes in church.
He looked at me and Sonya like we were goddesses. Sonya took out his gag, but only so he could lick his own come out of the panties.
He did it, too, and loved it. In fact, he was so pleased with the special session that I wound up making two hundred dollars a bonus, you might call it.
And that was the beginning of my career as a whore. It seemed kinky at the time, but before long I would be doing scenes which would make this one look tame.
CHAPTER THREE
The money comes first ... then the customer.
That was the most basic and important rule Sonya taught me about the profession of whoring. It was the rule she lived by.
You can see the reason for it. It would be pretty embarrassing to throw a guy a imagine fuck with all the trimmings, only to have him not pay you for it.
That would be like getting stiffed twice. To make sure that nothing like that happens, Sonya schooled me to always get the money first.
At first I felt funny, holding out my hand for the cash from these big-shot, high-powered executives who made up the bulk of the clientele.
But I got over it fast enough. If there's one thing I hate, it's to do work that I'm not paid for. I didn't intend that to happen to me.
Sonya was adaptable. She would take cash, and she even had an arrangement so that these executives could charge their fucking on a credit card.
I thought that was the wildest thing of all, writing off a lay as a business expense. But I had a lot to learn about how things are done in the executive suites.
I found out fast.
Sonya accompanied me when I turned my first real trick. I did it in the early afternoon of a weekday, a working day when Mark was away.
I was dressed to kill. Before the session, Sonya took me out shopping, buying me clothes and such so I would look really smashing.
She selected my clothing, even down to my lingerie. She knew exactly what hit all those buttons in the male mind.
Since this was my first time, my coming-out, you might say, Sonya dressed me in white, which was appropriate for the situation.
I wore a sleek, chic, one-piece dress, simple but expensive. Sonya bought it for me, just as she paid for all the items of clothing I wore.
The dress was clinging, its hem reaching to the middle of my knees. Beneath it I wore a lacy white bra, garter belt, panties, stockings.
The three-inch heels on the shoes added to my height. They click-clacked on the marble floor of the hotel lobby as we walked to the elevator.
We were in the city. Sonya told me that she really didn't do much business out of her house, preferring to meet clients at their places.
This was one of the more expensive and celebrated hotels in the midtown area. I had heard of the place, but never been in it before.
The client "client" was how Sonya referred to her customers had already booked the room, and was waiting in it for us for me.
Sonya wore black, a simple, severely cut black dress and a neat and stylish little black hat which sat on top of her head.
She wore black patent leather pumps and carried a small black handbag.
I could feel the staring gaze of some of the men idling in the hotel lobby as Sonya and I walked past. They liked our looks.
We got in the elevator and rode up to the 25th floor. Yes, I was surely coming up in the world.
We got off at our floor and went to the room. The hall carpet was so thick that my feet felt like they were drowning in it.
Mr. Drake was this client's name. Apparently he and Sonya were old friends. He kissed her on the cheek after letting us into the room.
Suite of rooms, actually. Here was a man who was living in hotel luxury. The living room was bigger than my entire apartment.
He kissed me on the cheek, too. I could tell he was looking me over. I could also tell that he liked what he saw. I'm sensitive that way.
He was in his middle forties. He reeked of money, a smell I could easily get used to. He was big, over six feet tall, and solidly built.
He had black hair shading into gray, a wide square face, broad shoulders, a thick middle. He wore a conservative three-piece business suit.
I learned that he was from out of town, but made frequent business trips to the city. And when he was alone in the city, he wanted entertainment.
Female entertainment. He liked his girls fresh and new, and had a fetish for girls who were just starting to work for Sonya.
He was going to be the first to break me in. I guess I studied him as much as he studied me. I had butterflies in my stomach.
I wasn't scared, not really. After all, I would only have to do what came naturally. But my heart beat fast and my pulse raced.
The only thing I was really worried about was coming up against a real sicko.
You know what I mean the kind of guy who looks straight and normal, but who goes berserko and tries to strangle a girl, or whatever.
I told those fears of mine to Sonya. She reassured me that all her clients were carefully screened to prevent that sort of thing.
And she would be coming along with me on the first few sessions, to make sure that everything went smooth as silk, without a hitch.
Since I was just breaking into the trade, I was starting slow no heavy S&M trips, no threesomes, water sports, or scat.
There were plenty of clients whose tastes ran in just that direction, and that was where the big money was, but I was starting off easy.
So, Drake studied me and I studied him. My confidence was helped by the fact that I knew that I was looking real good.
My hair was freshly shampooed and set by
Sonya. I was freshly scrubbed and squeaky clean. Sonya insisted that her girls be thoroughly clean.
Still, as far as I knew, I was the first of her new girls, since she was only just starting to go back into active practice.
My face was lightly made-up. My youth and innocent appearance were some of my greatest and most salable assets, Sonya told me.
My brows were slightly darkened. Eye liner and shadow widened my eyes. There was just the slightest touch of blusher on my cheeks.
Waxy lip gloss, wet but clear, was shining on my pink puckered lips.
The lacy white bra my breasts were fit into lifted them so that they formed pert points against the front of the white dress.
The white nylon half-slip which covered me from waist to knees smoothed out the lines of the dress as it clung to my flesh.
My legs were sleek in skin-tight nylons. I enjoyed the sensual feel of the sleek stockings against my flesh, a very sensual experience.
Drake's suite was equipped with all the conveniences, and the luxuries, too. It included a portable bar which was well stocked.
He offered a drink to Sonya and me. Sonya had told me that it wasn't a good idea to drink or get high before a session, so I had no alcohol.
I had some club soda with a twist of lemon. Sonya had imported vodka on the rocks. Drake poured himself a scotch and soda.
The three of us sat in the living room area. I sat on a white couch next to Sonya. The smell of her heady perfume hung in the air.
Drake looked me over. I lowered my gaze and looked down at my feet as I sipped my club soda. He and Sonya made small talk.
Sonya presented me to him. We stood up. She put her arm around my shoulders.
I felt the way I had felt when I was a kid and I stood at the end of the high diving board, looking down at the water below.
Once you jump off that board, you're committed, and there's no turning back. It was the same way in this situation.
Actually, though, I felt pretty good about the whole thing. Drake had turned out okay. I mean, he didn't have two heads or a tail or anything.
Sonya brought me to him, so that I stood facing him. He looked me over from top to bottom. My face felt hot, flushed.
He murmured that I was a lovely young girl. I said a polite thank you. Sonya said that I was one of the youngest girls she ever had in her stable.
Drake sipped his drink. Then he said he wanted a better look at me.
Sonya took off my dress, pulling down the zipper at the back of it.
When the dress was open, she slid it off my shoulders. It fell down in the front, falling to my waist. My first impulse was to catch it.
I didn't. After all, this guy was going to see me stark naked, was going to fuck me, so what did it matter if he saw me in my bra?
It didn't matter at all. I held my hands out from my sides, so Sonya could tug the skirt down off my hips. The dress dropped to the floor.
I stepped out of it, picked it up, carefully folded it. It was a great dress, better than any I owned, and I didn't want it mussed or soiled.
I set it down on the sofa. Drake got out of his chair, set his drink down. He came over to me. His eyes were hot and lustful.
He put his hand on my breast and fondled it through the lacy bra. The swelling top of my breast jiggled under his kneading hand.
He said that I was big in the bustline for a girl of my young years. Sonya said that it was a gift of nature, and that I was as young as she said I was.
She offered to have me pull out some identification to prove my real age. Drake laughed and said that it wasn't necessary, that he believed her.
I stole a peek between his legs. His genitals bulged in the trousers, but it didn't look like he had a hard-on yet. Well, I would fix that.
He said that I more than met his specifications, and that he would be delighted to have the privilege of being my first client.
He filled out some official form. I didn't know quite how he worked it, but he managed to charge the expense of me to his company expense account.
Later, after the session, Sonya explained how he worked it.
She said that executives as high in the corporate hierarchy as Drake had a lot of discretionary income granted them by the company.
You might call it the secret life of the corporation. There's been many a contract signed because a potential customer was royally wined and dined and entertained with whores. You better believe the businesses know about it, too.
I don't want to bore you with economics, but whoring is a business, just like any other-in fact, it's the oldest business.
The three of us went into the bedroom.
That surprised me. I thought that Sonya would wait outside while I did my thing with Drake, but apparently that was not the case.
She refilled her drink and brought it with her into the bedroom. It was a huge room with a massive double bed and wall to wall carpeting.
Sonya pulled a chair up to the bed and sat down on it. She would have a front row seat for the big show, which was about to begin.
Drake embraced me and kissed me. I could smell scotch on his breath, and taste it when he shoved his tongue inside my mouth.
My mouth was open. I crushed his lips with mine, and kissed him back, hard. His tongue was in my mouth, thrusting, rubbing, tasting.
He touched me. He fondled my hair, which spilled down my bare shoulders. Sonya had styled it as simply as possible, to make me look as young as she could.
Drake fondled my shoulders. He looked cool, but his palms were sweating. His hand moved down my back to fondle my bottom.
He squeezed and kneaded my ass cheeks .through the half-slip I wore.
His groin pressed my hips. I felt his cock getting hard, jerking and stiffening.
He broke off the kiss. This time, when I looked down between his legs, his hard dick bulged thickly and juttingly in the crotch of his pants.
I asked him if he wanted me to undress. He said that he wanted me naked, but that he would take off my clothes himself.
He went to the bed and pulled down the sheets and blankets. He came back to me. Sonya sat there, leaning forward, her dark eyes glittering.
Drake turned me around so that my back was to him. He unhooked my bra and took it off me. My breasts tumbled free of the cups.
My nipples tingled. They got all puckered and stiff, so that they were hard pebbles jutting from the tips of my breasts.
Drake gasped as he felt me up. He cupped my breasts in his palms, lifting them and weighing them, squeezing them softly.
I put my hand between his legs and pressed his bulging crotch. I felt the outline of his hard cock and his swollen balls.
He liked that. His cock throbbed at my touch. He pulled down my half-slip, which rustled as it ran down the length of my stockinged legs.
I stepped out of it. A pair of white satin bikini panties was stretched tightly across my hips, between my garter belt and my stocking tops.
The garter belt was wispy and slight and sheer, all lacy white on my pink flesh. Its four fat frilly garters were pinned to the stocking tops.
I had wondered why I didn't wear white stockings, instead of the flesh colored pair. I would have thought that I would wear white all over.
Sonya had explained that the combination of a white dress and white stockings would have been too much, that it would have made me look like a nurse.
Not that there weren't some clients with a fetish for nurses but that wasn't Drake's turn-on. So, I wore flesh colored stockings.
Drake was turned on. He was a big man, and I was a mere slip of a girl, especially in his strong-armed embrace.
He patted my bottom. He slipped his hand inside the panties, and ran his fingers over my soft and smooth and warm ass cheeks.
He pulled my panties away from my flesh and looked down at my pussy. He pulled the panties down my legs, caressing my limbs as he did so.
When the panties were down around my ankles I stepped out of them. I waited for him to take off the rest of my clothes.
He was satisfied with what I wore. He told me to get into bed. The mattress sagged when I climbed on it and stretched my pink body on the white sheet.
He asked me if I played with my pussy. I looked at Sonya. She nodded yes. I shyly confessed that I did play with myself when there was no one to play with me.
He said that he wanted to watch me play with myself. My breasts lifted as I shrugged. I put my hand between my legs.
I started touching myself. My pussy lips were very warm and sensitive. They rippled under the gliding touch of my stroking fingers.
I was very hot and wet inside my pussy. Sonya had accurately sized me up. I had a whore's nature selling myself to strangers excited me.
As I played with my pussy, Drake took off his clothes.
I asked him if he wanted me to do it, but he said that he would do it himself. He took off his suit, tie, shirt.
He was in good shape for a guy his age. He had broad shoulders and a wide muscled chest. His belly was running a little soft.
There was nothing soft about his erection. It bulged in the crotch of his shorts. He stripped down until he wore only his shorts.
He walked to the bedside. He pulled down his shorts, his stiff cock springing up, bobbing up and down.
His shorts fell to his ankles. His cock was a rigid rod of flesh jutting from his hairy hips. His large balls were swollen and tight.
He told me to take his thing in my mouth and suck it.
I crawled on the bed, on my hands and knees, my breasts dangling. When I knelt on the bed's edge, my head was just about level with his groin.
He groaned softly when I took hold of his big cock in both hands. It was stiff and warm and throbbed at my touch.
I stroked his cock and balls while I licked my lips, wetting them. I pressed my puckered lips against the swollen head of his cock.
I kissed it wetly. I flicked the tip of my tongue across the head of his cock.
If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was give head. I had sucked off plenty of guys on hot high school dates.
This Drake was a grown man, but my bet was that he wasn't any different from the boys I used to suck off. I went to work on him.
Starting at the tip of his cock, I stuck out my tongue and licked long wet lines up and down his shaft.
My tongue traced the outline of his cock. I didn't forget about his balls, either. I licked a line down the divide in the center of his sac.
I returned my attention to his cock head. I took it between my lips and rubbed it against the slippery roof of my mouth.
He was gasping and groaning. While I sucked him, I reached around behind him and put my hand on his ass and felt it while I mouthed him.
He put his palms on my cheeks. My lips were puckered, my mouth was open. He shoved his hips forward, planting his cock deep in my throat.
His cock filled my throat like it was specially molded to my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around the underside of his shaft.
As he held my head, Drake started thrusting back and forth, in and out, fucking my mouth like it was a pussy.
His cock soon dripped with my saliva. When he pushed deep, his swollen cock head bumped the back of my throat, and his balls slapped my face.
Each time he pulled back, his shaft was redder and wetter. He never pulled his knobbed cock head fully out of my mouth.
His cock throbbed against my tongue. His thrust came faster and harder, and I knew that his orgasm was only seconds away.
He grunted that he wanted me to swallow his come. I didn't need to be told that, of course. I nodded my head slightly, signaling yes.
His cock pumped in and out of my mouth. Suddenly, he thrust deep, and stopped thrusting, keeping his cock holstered in my mouth.
His hard penis quivered on my tongue, twitching before he came".
He groaned from deep in his belly. Thick wet fluid spurted in my mouth in gushing masses, pumping out of the swollen cock head.
The come splashed at the back of my throat. I gulped, slurping it down as it spurted. It trickled down my throat like honey.
It didn't taste like honey, but I had tasted come many times before, so it wasn't-likely that I would get freaked out by it.
His face was as red and swollen as his spurting cock. Sweat glittered on it. His mouth was open, moaning. His flesh was rock-hard.
He moaned and groaned from the force of coming. He shook. After some seconds, the fit passed, and he sagged and shivered with relief.
He kept his cock in my mouth long after he stopped coming.
He liked what I did for him. He patted my head and fondled my hair and caressed my cheeks. All the time, his cock was in my mouth.
Finally he pulled out. His red, hot cock was still stiff. There was a liquid popping sound as the blunt cock head came free from my lips.
His cock was all wet and shiny with my saliva and his semen. A strand of come stuck on my chin. I scooped it with my finger and licked it off.
He wasn't through with me yet. I wasn't through with him. I took his wet warm throbbing cock in my hand and started licking it.
His cock was still hard. Well, it sure wasn't going to get any softer from the treatment which I was giving it.
As I licked the come off his cock, he got so hot and bothered that I knew he was going to take another shot at me. Sure enough, I guessed right.
Sure enough, in the middle of my licking his balls, he gently but firmly pushed me back down on the bed, on my back.
I propped myself up on my elbows, my long masses of hair tumbling down my back and shoulders and breasts, covering my stiff nipples.
Drake squeezed his cock. A fat drop of semen oozed from its tip. He sat on the bed and gripped my stockinged ankles and pulled my legs apart.
He got on the bed, his stiff rod jutting in front of him. He got on top of me. His cock was hot and wet where it touched my flesh.
He didn't want to kiss me on the mouth-because I had just sucked him off, I guess. Really, men can be such children at times.
He played with my tits. He squeezed them together and licked the nipples, running his tongue over them, making them shine with saliva.
He knelt between my spread stockinged legs.
He put his hand on my flat tummy and caressed it. He slipped his hand under my garter belt.
He stroked and fingered my pussy, his fingers gliding. He pressed the tip of his middle finger against my pussy lips, and slid it in.
The pussy lips parted and his finger slid inside me. I was all hot and wet and dripping. He pushed his finger in and out, fucking me with it.
When he got tired of that, he took his finger out of me and put a substitute in its place-his stiff cock.
The cock head, red, swollen, and sticky with saliva and semen, throbbed when it rubbed against my pussy lips. He pushed into me.
His cock head pried open my pussy lips, exposing hot wet pink membranes.
He jammed his cock head inside my pussy. His weight pressed down on me. His thick hairy legs were tangled with my long stockinged legs.
Inch by throbbing inch his cock slid into me, filling me. I gasped as I was pinned and penetrated by his rod of flesh.
He loved it. He moaned about how deliciously tight my pussy was. It must have been, because he sure fucked it enthusiastically enough, and then some.
When his cock filled me, he started thrusting, working it back and forth, in and out, banging it into me, fucking me hard.
I wrapped my arms around his broad sweating back and held on tight for the ride. I worked my hips in response to his thrusts.
The bed shook as he fucked me. Soon his eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was open and moaning. I looked over at Sonya.
She was sitting far forward in her chair. Her elbows rested on her knees, and her arms held her head, which stared at the fucking with fascination.
She looked even hotter than I was. There was a voyeur in Sonya, a kink which got turned on by watching other people fucking.
I wondered how she felt, seeing my pussy, the pussy she had so often mouthed to orgasm, being fucked by the hard hot cock of a man.
It wasn't very long before Drake came. He was moaning and groaning. Semen spurted from his cock head, seeping into my pussy.
Sonya leaned back in her chair, sighing with satisfaction that everything had gone off without a hitch.
Yes, Drake was a thoroughly satisfied customer my first, but far from my last. I was in business.
CHAPTER FOUR
Whitney bought my ass.
He didn't really buy it he only rented it. He was the first man to fuck me in my ass. Sonya arranged the session.
I was in another hotel room. I had worked for Sonya for about a month now, and I was just starting to move into high gear in my whore's career.
Drake was the first. After I counted up the big money I got for that session, it was like a light bulb went off over my head.
I was amazed that a girl could get paid so much for doing so little for giving up her pussy and mouth to a man.
Hell, I had done it for free, or for a date, scores of times. My first reaction after I got paid for doing it was, how long has this been going on?
Sonya knew she had a new recruit. She was like a coach with a promising young athlete. She broke me into the game step by step.
She started a little bank account for me. Now that I was making real money, it would be unwise for me to flash it around Mark.
He would have wondered where those crisp hundred dollar bills came from, he barely made two hundred a week in take-home pay-starvation wages.
But what he didn't see wouldn't bother him. So I opened up a small private bank account, and faithfully deposited the dough I made from fucking.
The first month was pretty straight stuff, mostly with executive types like Drake, guys who were pretty much into straight sex with a pretty teenager.
That's what they were paying for, my youth and beauty and why not? Everything in this tired old world has its price, especially sex.
Some of these guys charged the tab to their company expense account. Others were richer, and paid out of their own pockets. Either way, they paid.
There were other customers who had more specialized tastes in the bedroom.
Richard, the cross-dressed executive who I had jerked off into a pair of panties, was one of these, but there were many, many others.
When Sonya saw that I had some spine, and wasn't easily shocked or surprised, she started teaching me the ropes of fantasies and fetishes.
Bondage, discipline, humiliation, stockings, leather, high heels, painful pleasures these were just a few of the kinks in demand.
Sonya personally instructed me in them, teaching me by example. She tried out the various kinks on me before sending me out to the clients.
She questioned me carefully on what I had done and not done sexually. She quizzed me in intimate detail on every aspect of my sexual life.
She checked the virginity of my ass. I spread my legs and bent forward from the waist. She stood behind me, placing her hands on my ass.
She spread my ass cheeks to the sides, opening my buttocks to expose the tiny and tight ass-hole nestling inside the rounded ass cheeks.
She was a pro, and could tell just by looking and probing my hole with her finger that my ass was virgin, unfucked.
She wanted to know if I was ready to take the big step. When I heard the price I could get for selling my ass, I was ready to go along.
Now I was ready to give it up. Whitney was the lucky first timer.
He was in his early fifties. His face was round, pink, balding, and he wore thick-lensed glasses and a dark business suit.
We were in the bedroom of another hotel, one not quite so grand as the one Drake had taken me in, but one which was still pretty elegant.
Sonya was along for the ride. Since this was a big first for me, she had come along. Also, I'm sure that she wanted to watch this one.
Whitney was an ass fetishist with a liking for bondage and mild discipline. Sonya was going to assist him during this session.
I was dressed differently than usual this time. Whitney liked them really young, and Sonya had outfitted me accordingly.
I wore a short-sleeved pink blouse, a blue skirt, pink knee socks, and shiny black shoes, flat-heeled, with little straps running across the tops of my feet.
My hair was tied up into a pair of pigtails, one on each side of my head. I wore absolutely no make-up or perfume.
Sonya and I looked like mother and daughter as she took me up to Whitney's room.
His pink face was flushed and shiny with sweat. He looked hotly at me, his hands shaking with eagerness to get at me.
I acted very demure and shy. Sonya had coached me on Whitney's-likes and dislikes, so I would know what to expect, and wouldn't be thrown by his kinks.
Whitney looked me over from head to toe as he let Sonya and me into his hotel room. He closed and locked the door when we were inside.
This time there were no drinks offered to me. I was here to be punished.
It was all like a little game, or a play. I didn't have to learn any lines, but I did fall right into the mood of the fantasy that Whitney wanted.
Sonya introduced me to him by my first name. I curtsied prettily. Sonya said that despite my demure appearance, I was a wicked little girl who must be punished.
She said that she had tried to discipline me, to no avail, so now she was seeking help from Whitney, who knew how to be firm with naughty little girls.
He assured her that he would be more than willing to assist. His eyes were hot as he looked me over. I looked down, staring at my feet in their little girl shoes.
He and Sonya went into the next room, leaving me alone. That must have been where the money changed hands, with Whitney paying Sonya in advance.
It was early in the day, about the middle of the morning. Sonya had scheduled the session for then, so I would have plenty of time to recover.
The two of them returned. Sonya had the smug look on her face which told me that she had the money. Whitney rubbed his hands briskly.
He sat down in an armchair and called me to him. I stood facing him. He questioned me about the many sins I had committed.
Slowly, in a soft shy voice, I told him what he wanted to hear. Sonya had already coached me, so I knew what it was I was supposed to have done wrong.
I confessed to excessive masturbation and other sexual offenses. Whitney looked shocked as he heard the obscene descriptions come out of my mouth.
He nodded to Sonya. The seriousness of my crimes deserved immediate punishment. He told me that I was to have a severe bottom warming.
Sonya came over to us. I sniffled and pretended that I was going to cry.
Whitney undressed me. His thick fingers trembled while he undid the buttons of my pink blouse. He pulled the open blouse out of my skirt.
Beneath it I wore a plain white bra, simple, its cups made of white cotton. Fancy or sexy lingerie wouldn't have fit with his fantasy.
His mouth watered when he saw my breasts in the bra. He opened my skirt and pulled it down off my narrow hips and made me step out of it.
He fumbled with the hooks of my bra for a while. His breath was hot on the bare flesh of my shoulders. Finally he got the bra open.
He slid the straps down my shoulders and pulled the cups off my breasts, baring them. I gave a little gasp as my breasts came tumbling down, free and unbound.
I modestly crossed my arms over my breasts, covering my pink nipples. Whitney took hold of my wrists and pulled my hands down to my sides.
He scolded me, saying that I was such a hot little bitch that I couldn't even keep my hands off myself during a punishment session.
He said that my hands would have to be tied. Sonya agreed. She handed him a length of rope which she had brought along in her pocketbook for the session.
He turned my back to him and put my hands behind my back and tied my wrists together. He tied me snugly but not painfully tight.
Now that my hands were tied, I was led into the bedroom. Sonya led the way. I followed her, and Whitney followed me.
He stared at my rounded ass, rolling under the tight short skirt I wore, my firm buttocks jiggling as I walked into the bedroom. Maybe I'm just a natural-born actress, but it was easy for me to fall into the mood of the fantasy.
I had no trouble imagining that I was a bad girl who was about to be punished. Hell, by the standards of any kind of conventional morality, I was a bad girl.
Whitney sat down on the edge of the bed. I was made to climb on his lap, stretching face down across his warm thighs, presenting my bottom to him.
The undersides of my breasts rubbed his leg. He loved my bottom. He felt and fondled it through the skirt and panties I wore.
As his passion mounted, he lifted the skirt, raising it past my waist and up on my bare back. Only a pair of plain white panties covered my behind.
He rubbed the back of his hand across the rounded tops of my ass cheeks, where they rose out of the scanty panties which were stretched so very tight.
All the time he kept touching me, he kept up a running commentary about what a wicked little miss I was, and how I must be punished for my crimes.
Sonya made herself more comfortable. She took off her dress and laid it across the back of a chair. She wore her bra, panties, garter belt, stockings, and high heels.
I had told Sonya that I couldn't take a strapping or whipping, not because I was afraid of the pain, but because I couldn't afford to have any marks showing.
It was good for me that Whitney was into bare bottom spankings delivered with his open palm. Sonya hovered over us, sexing up the scene.
He took hold of my panties and pulled them down to the tops of my thighs.
First he fondled my naked ass, rubbing and squeezing it, stroking the bottom cheeks. He did everything but drool, he was so excited.
He arranged my behind in the best spanking position. He put an arm around my waist, holding me down as he pulled me closer to him.
Then he warmed my bottom with a spanking.
I pretended that it hurt more than it really did. His open palm stung me as he swatted my backside again and again, but it was far from agonizing.
I whimpered and whined and begged for mercy. My cries only got him hotter, so that he swatted me harder, until my ass was red and burning.
I kind of got off on it. The heat of my spanked ass spread into my pussy, making me all wet inside my slit. My nipples were so hard that they ached.
I could feel his hard cock under me. The panties I wore had worked down in the front of me as I writhed on his lap from the spanking.
Soon the panties were pulled down to my thighs in front as well as in back, so my naked pussy and bush rubbed against his crotch.
His stiff cock felt like a bar of iron in the crotch of his trousers. As he spanked me I rubbed my naked crotch against his hot cock.
Sonya bent over me and held me down. Her heavy breasts looked like they were going to fall out of the black satin cups of her bra.
As he swatted my bottom, Whitney rocked his hips, rubbing his hard cock against my naked pussy, steaming up his passions and his excitement.
He stopped spanking me before my writhing against his flesh caused him to come. My ass cheeks were hot and tingling when he finally stopped.
I was crying, but it was more of an act than anything else, since the spanking had been rather mild compared to some which Sonya had given me to prepare me for scenes like this. But my eyes were wet with tears.
I sniffled and sniveled as she helped me off Whitney's lap.
His eyes were hot and lustful as they stared at me from behind the thick lenses of his glasses. He felt me as I stood before him.
A tear spilled from the corner of my eye and ran down my cheek. My hard nipples jutted from the soft trim mounds of my tits.
My pussy lips were red and glowing from the irritation of rubbing against the rough fabric of the tweed trousers covering his lap.
I cast a glance over my shoulder. My bottom burned a bright red.
They made me get on the bed. I knelt there, my body totally naked, since Whitney stripped off my panties before I got on the bed.
Sonya wedged some pillows under my middle. My hands were still tied behind my back. My bottom burned from the buttocks being pulled taut.
Sonya undressed Whitney. He stared at my red ass as she pulled off his jacket and tie and shirt. His body was soft, pink, lightly-haired.
He stripped down to his shorts. His cock bulged in the crotch of them.
He came to the bed. I winced and gasped when he put his hands on my red hot ass and started feeling and fondling the blazing buttocks.
Sonya, standing behind him, pulled down his shorts, so that they fell down his legs and tumbled to his feet. He stepped out of them.
He climbed on the bed behind me. He lowered his head to my ass and covered my red buttocks with dozens of quick darting little kisses.
He felt and fondled me. I still wore my knee socks and my pair of shiny black little girl's shoes. I guess it was one more kinky turn-on for him.
He nuzzled my ass. Twinges of tingling pain shot through the spanked ass cheeks when his face rubbed them.
My ass was offered up to him. I gasped when he clutched my bottom cheeks, his fingers sinking deep into the soft globes of spanked flesh.
He pried my buttocks open, exposing my tiny brown puckered ass-hole.
He wedged his face between my buttocks. My ass hurt where his face rubbed it. His open mouth clamped down on my quivering ass-hole.
His lips were puckered. The slippery smooth insides of them rubbed my ass-hole, making it shrink inside itself, like it was trying to escape.
His tongue tip flicked out, pressing against my hole. It was a wild sensation, having a hot wet tongue licking the wrinkled folds of my ass.
I tried not to act like I was enjoying it too much, since that would have upset his fantasy of me as the punished girl.
His tongue snaked out and pushed past my tight ring and thrust deep in my rectum. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out.
He shoved his tongue in and out of my ass-hole, thrusting it like it was a tiny cock. He slurped lots of saliva into me as he tongued me.
Finally he lifted his face from between my buttocks. His face was red and wetly shining with saliva. His cock was redder and stiffer than ever.
He was incredibly pleased when he pressed his fingertip to my ass-hole and pushed it inside me. I grunted as I was penetrated.
He sounded almost surprised when he said to Sonya that I actually was a virgin in my ass. Sonya got huffy at that point.
She said that when she said she could deliver something, the product was just what she represented it to be, no more, and no less.
In this case the product was me, a teen whose ass was virgin.
Whitney got all apologetic as he tried to soothe her ruffled feathers. He said that he hadn't meant to insult her, and that he knew her word was good.
When their little difficulty was smoothed out, it was time for my first time.
Sonya held a jar of lubricant. The grease was white, sweet-smelling. She held my red ass cheeks apart while Whitney oiled me up.
He scooped out a fat glob of goo and smeared it in the crack of my ass, stuffing it inside the wrinkled folds of my tight and tiny hole.
He slipped his middle finger inside me. The grease made it go in easily. I grunted as I was penetrated. He buried his finger up to the knuckle in me.
He wiggled it around inside me, stretching me out. Sonya smeared some more goo on his cock, greasing up the rigid red rod of flesh.
Soon his cock shone with a glistening coating of the grease. Whitney got on his knees behind me, his shiny red cock jutting out.
Looking over my shoulder at him, my eyes blurred with tears, I softly begged him to be gentle with me, to go easy on me for my first time.
I was only half-acting. My ass was tight and sensitive, and I was kind of scared of what his big cock might do to it.
He patted my hip and told me to relax, that he wouldn't hurt me. He pried my ass cheeks apart and pressed his cock head against my ass-hole.
My hole quivered when the cock pressed it. He gripped his cock just below the rim of its head. He shoved the tip into my ass.
His cock head pushed open all the wrinkles, smoothing them out as the cock head shoved past them. He entered me slowly.
He was as easy and gentle with me as he could be, under the circumstances, but a certain amount of force was required to open me up for the first time.
Sonya sat near me on the edge of the bed. She hugged my upper back, holding me as Whitney forced his cock into my stretched ass-hole.
I grunted and groaned. Being fucked in the ass was like shitting in reverse.
I moaned and said that I didn't think I could take it. Sonya said of course I could. Surely I wouldn't disappoint her now.
My reluctance only turned Whitney on more. My ring was stretched wide. Suddenly he pushed deep inside me. I cried out as I was penetrated.
His cock cracked and split the rectum. There was a bright flash of pain, and then his cock head was lodged tight in my rectum.
I was sobbing softly now. Sonya tightened her grip on me so I couldn't wiggle away. Whitney started thrusting into me.
His hard shaft sank slowly into me. I tried to relax, as Sonya had taught me, but believe me, it's not easy to relax when you're being fucked in the ass!
And that's just what was happening to me. Whitney fed his cock to me, inch by inch. His hands tightly gripped my hips, holding me' in place.
He filled me as deep as he could. Then he started fucking me, working his cock inside me, slowly shoving it in and out.
As he thrust, he never pulled his cock head all the way out of me. It had taken so much trouble to put it in that he wouldn't risk taking it out.
His cock fit in my ass like a finger in a rubber glove. It seemed like I could feel every raised vein and bump in his cock.
He plowed my bottom with his hard dick. It throbbed inside me. He shoved it slow and deep, gasping for breath while he fucked me.
He was so excited that he soon came. He pushed his cock so deep in me that I squealed. Then he stopped thrusting and left it in me.
His cock twitched against my membranes.
Semen jetted from it. He moaned and cried out as his cock came inside my quivering ass.
His semen spilled into my vitals. I was glad, because I knew it was all over now. He kept his cock in me until it stopped coming.
He pushed my buttocks wide open and pulled out of me as slowly as he had entered me. His come mixed with the lubricant on his cock.
His shaft emerged from inside me. My anus stretched outward from the pressure of his knobbed cock head coming free of it.
There was a liquid popping sound as his cock came free of my ass. I sagged in relief and lay huddled on the mattress, shaking and shivering.
Breathing heavily, Whitney flopped over on his side and lay there until he had recovered his breath and his strength.
Oddly enough, throughout the entire session, he hadn't shown the slightest bit of interest in my pussy. My ass was his single target.
I lay there, my hands tied behind my back, the side of my head pressing the mattress, my long legs folded under me, and pillows stuffed under mey belly.
After a while, his come oozed out of the wrinkled folds of my ass, and trickled down my crotch. It was thick and sticky as it dribbled.
Sonya stroked me as Whitney went into the bathroom to clean up.
When the lock of the bathroom door clicked shut, Sonya untied my hands.
She whispered to me that Whitney would stay in the bathroom, out of sight, until the two of us females had left. I guess it was one of his hang-ups.
I felt funny inside, like I had been opened up. My ass-hole itself felt hot and burning from the irritation of having been fucked.
There were slight red traces of blood mixed in with the come which oozed and trickled from my bottom. Sonya carefully examined my ass.
She assured me that I was okay, and that no damage had been done. She used some tissues to clean me up and mop up the come.
After I was released from my bonds, she helped me to dress. I was stiff and sore, but when Sonya opened her pocketbook and flashed the money which he had paid her to fuck me in the ass, I felt about a thousand times better.
We got dressed and got out. Whitney stayed in the bathroom until we were gone.
We went back home. In her apartment, Sonya stripped me and washed me down in a hot tub which made me feel ever so much better.
She asked how I felt. I told her that having the cherry of my ass cracked, and then being fucked in my hole, wasn't particularly pleasant, but that I could stand it. And at the prices I got for it, I was more than willing to do it again.
She hugged and kissed me and told me that she had felt the same way when she first gave up her virgin ass, more than two decades ago.
Being ass-fucked was an acquired taste, but a girl or guy could get used to it, and even learn to love it.
As she put me to bed, Sonya asked if I knew of any other girls like me. She said that if she had a stable of girls similar to me in good looks and. lack of morality, she would make enough in a year for all of us to retire permanently.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sue stopped laughing when I threw her down on my bed.
She fell awkwardly as she flopped back on the mattress. Her cute skirt rode up high on her thighs, so that I could see the black panties which covered her pussy.
Those black satin panties were delicious, but the pussy they covered was a thousand times more tasty, as I well knew from experience.
Sue realized that I was serious about having her right here and now, and that I wasn't just kidding around. Her deep brown eyes widened.
She's a delicious girl, a year younger than me. She's short and petite, barely an inch over five feet, with an exquisite figure.
Her long masses of thick brown hair are some of her glory. The hair was thick and shimmering and silken and glossy, falling in waves.
She looks even younger than she really is. She's only sixteen, but she's married and has a baby that's a year old.
Sue had to quit school when she got pregnant. Our friendship drifted apart when her belly swelled out and she got married to the idiot who knocked her up.
We had quarreled at the time she quit school. I told her that she was crazy to have the kid, and that she should get rid of it before it was too late.
Sue was all starry-eyed in love, and she got really furious at me for suggesting such a thing. It had taken our friendship a long time to recover.
I remembered all that I had missed when I took a good long look at her, sitting there on my bed, breathing hard and fast.
She looked more like a kid than a mother. Her face was still as delicate as ever. Her flesh was all pink and creamy and shining.
She was small, with narrow shoulders, pert little breasts, a tiny tummy, slim hips, and a delightfully rounded bottom.
Her breasts rose and fell from her breathing. Red spots of color rose in her cheeks. Her lips were parted and she was breathing hard.
I liked those sexy black panties she wore. It showed me that there was still something of the old Sue I had known and loved.
It was a weekday afternoon. I had been working for and with Sonya for over three months now. I felt like a true professional.
There was over two thousand dollars banked away in my secret little account. There's nothing like money to make a girl feel on top of the world.
I would have had more saved, but the excitement of having cash had sent me on a wild shopping spree, and I had spent some real money.
I had bought all kinds of new clothes and lots of sexy lingerie. Of course, I didn't dare keep the garments in my own apartment.
Mark would have gone crazy with suspicious jealousy if he saw those clothes. I sure as hell couldn't have afforded even one dress on his salary!
That's why the clothes were sitting tucked safely away inside a closet downstairs in
Sonya's apartment. She was keeping my things for me.
I had my life worked out to a routine now. At least twice a week, while Mark was slaving away at work, I went out on jobs for Sonya.
By this time, I was efficient enough so that she trusted me to go out alone, meeting the clients without her personal supervision.
By night, I was stuck in my role as the little housewife a role which was getting harder and harder to maintain.
Still, since it was so convenient to live in the same house with Sonya, I put up with all of Mark's macho bullshit mentality.
Let him bluster and talk his big brags all the time, I was laughing at him behind his back, just thinking of my new secret life.
I would have given anything to see the look on his face if he could see me dressed in a garter belt and stockings, down on my knees sucking some guy's cock.
For now, I was biding my time, playing it cool. If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was to wait patiently until the time was ripe to make my move.
Now, though, I was making a different kind of move on Sue.
I had treated her to lunch. Her existence was even more miserable than my own. At least I didn't have a squalling brat to drive me crazy.
Sue was wised up. A year with the baby had done that. She knew just how trapped she was, stuck in a dead-end life going nowhere.
She looked lovelier than ever. She had worked like hell to get her figure back in shape after she had the kid, and she had succeeded.
I had talked to her over the phone a lot of times during the last few weeks. Finally I arranged a date for lunch.
We had just returned to my house after the long lunch. An aunt was watching her kid, so she didn't have to hurry home.
Oh, she fed me some bullshit line about having to get home soon to fix dinner for her husband, but I wasn't swallowing.
We both were high. I had seen to that during lunch. We had cocktails and plenty of wine during the meal.
She was more tipsy than I was. She couldn't say no to the drinks, since I was paying for the meal. We ate at a real imagine restaurant, too.
She was thrilled to be there. You can bet your ass that her man never took her to a ritzy joint like that. Shit, even the waiters talked like college grads.
Sue wondered how I had come into the money, since she knew Mark was even more of a ham-and-egger than her own husband.
I was mysterious. I told her that I might tell her, if she was a good girl.
As soon as we staggered up the stairs to my apartment and were inside it with the door locked, I grabbed her and started kissing her.
I backed her up against the wall. I'm not overly tall, but she's almost a head shorter than me, and I'm much stronger.
I kissed her on the mouth. Her lips were sweet. She was so surprised when I grabbed her that her mouth was open when I stuck my tongue inside it.
I dipped my tongue deep, tasting the sweetness of her saliva. After a stunned instant, Sue started to squirm and struggle.
I let her go. I didn't want to rape her if I didn't have to. Sue was upset, more by her own feelings than by my grabbing her.
Even before the two of us reached puberty, we were best friends. We always used to sleep over each other's houses on the weekends.
One night, while we were sharing the same bed, we huddled together for warmth. I don't know who started it first, but soon we were kissing.
That was the beginning. It didn't take us very long to discover the thrilling pleasures of kissing and licking each other's pussies.
We had a hot lesbian affair all through junior high school, and well into high school, too, until that moron boyfriend of hers knocked her up.
Sue was shaken, blushing. She said that she still loved me very much as a friend, not as a lover. She was finished with that, she said.
I kept a straight face when she said that she had straightened out, but I was laughing on the inside, especially when I thought of the hours we used to spend making oral love. I doubted she was as cured as she claimed to be.
I said I was sorry, and that she had looked so adorable that I just had to kiss her. I took her by the arm and led her across the living room.
My apartment is so small that it only took a few steps for us to reach the bedroom. That's where I embraced her again, and kissed her some more.
She struggled harder this time. Her little hands were balled into hard fists, but I noticed that she didn't strike me as she struggled.
She kept her mouth closed so I couldn't put my tongue inside. After pressing my tongue against her teeth, I threw her on the bed.
And that's where things stood. She sat up on the bed, palms pressing into the mattress, sitting up, her thin legs stretched out in front of her.
She watched me as I came close to her. Her fists were clenched. "This is crazy, Julie I'm not into that scene any more!"
"Bullshit," I said. "Stop kidding yourself, lover. You know that you want it as badly as I do, or maybe even more!"
I sat down on the bed. She wasn't expecting that. I took hold of her little fist. "If you hate me enough to hit me, go right ahead."
I kissed her knuckles. Sue squirmed. I looked up, into her eyes, as I stuck out my tongue and started licking her fingers.
I reached out and opened the top buttons of her blouse. Her breasts rose and fell with her slow, deep breathing. She didn't know what to do.
I did it for her. I rested my hand on her bony knee. She's so thin that her knees and elbows really stick out. Her flesh was warm and smooth.
My fingers stroked her thigh. Sue closed her legs, shutting her thighs, sealing her pussy off from me. I kept on opening her blouse.
I could see her small pert breasts tucked into her plain white bra. I slipped my hand inside her blouse and stroked the tops of her breasts.
She put her hand on mine and took it away. She didn't look in my eyes.
I shrugged as I stood up. I still had a secret weapon my body.
I wore a one-piece dress. It was an expensive garment which fit me to perfection, revealing every curve of my body.
I unzipped it at the back and pulled it off. "Look at me, Sue."
Sue looked up. Her legs were pressed so tightly together that her knees were turning white. Her body was rigid with tension.
I took off my dress, so that I was in my bra and panties. I hadn't worn stockings or pantyhose, since it was an especially warm day.
I took off my bra next, my lush breasts tumbling free when they were released from the confining cups. I stretched, lifting and arching my breasts.
Sue sat as still as a statue. My nipples got hard. They puckered and stiffened. Little shooting pains tingled from the pink points.
"Remember what we used to do together, Sue?"
I had her full attention now. I could have forced her, and made her love it. I would have but I knew it wasn't necessary.
I was stripped down to my panties. Sue kept her head still, but her gaze glided from my head down my torso to my crotch.
She stared at the delta between my legs. If she wanted a better look, I would give it to her. I pulled my panties down.
"How long since you've seen this, Sue?" I didn't wait for an answer. "It's been too long. I've missed you, my favorite lover."
"Julie, no ... "
"Yes." I pulled down my panties. They rustled down my legs and fell in a heap of soft fabric on the floor. I stepped out of them.
My pussy was all naked and quivering. I put my hand between my legs and gave my pussy lips a little gliding stroke with my fingers.
"It's better when you do it, Sue and not with your hands, either. Remember how good it used to be, for both of us?"
My breasts jiggled as I came to the bed. My tits are much bigger than Sue's. Even after she had the kid, her shape stayed small, petite.
I got on the bed. Sue backed away from me. She kept looking at me as she backed up on the bed, until she backed into the headboard.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Sue. You know that."
"Yes," she whispered, "I know that."
"Then what are you afraid of."
"Myself."
I put my hand on her ankle. The flesh was warm and smooth. I was on my knees and I could see those adorable black satin panties she wore.
What was underneath them was even more adorable . My hand moved up her bare leg, stroking the skinny shapely calf.
The skin at the backs of her knees was very sensitive. I stroked it like I was soothing a frightened little animal.
Sue moaned. Her thighs were parted. I put my hand on the mattress between them. If she closed her legs now, they would squeeze my hand.
But she didn't close them. She whimpered, "Julie, Julie, what are you doing?"
"What we both want," I said. "What we both need."
I caressed her thigh. It was deliciously thin and soft. She was built more like a kid than a woman. And why not? She was only sixteen.
Now I was looming over her. I took her burning cheeks in my hands. She closed her eyes and parted her lips to be kissed.
I had won. Now I would take the sweet victory, and the sweeter girl.
Her kiss was sweet. She sat there like she was paralyzed at first. Her lips were soft, warm. I kissed her lightly, at first.
She was like a sleepwalker. You would have thought this was the first time she had ever been kissed by another girl. I knew better.
So did she. When I stroked her little titties, she kissed me back, hard.
Her tongue was a live thing in my mouth. It rubbed my own tongue. I tasted her sweet saliva, probed the depths of her mouth.
Now my hands were all over her. I no longer worried about making the wrong move, one which might frighten her away from me and my bed.
The alcohol helped. She drank plenty at our little luncheon. I drank much less, because I wanted a clear head when this moment arrived.
I wanted head when this moment arrived-but I would work up to it.
First there were clothes to be gotten rid of. I was naked but she was dressed. I unbuttoned her blouse, touching her tits as I did so.
When the blouse was open I saw the cute little white bra she wore. Sue leaned forward so I could take the blouse off her.
I tossed it to the floor. She was small all over. Her breasts were budding mounds of flesh. They had gotten a little fuller since I last had her.
They were delicious. Sue was a child-woman. Her physique made her look as though she had only reached puberty a few months ago.
I liked that, too. After being made love to all the time by Sonya, who was a fully grown adult, it was a nice change to have a young miss.
Sonya was dominant where I was concerned. That wasn't the case with Sue. Here, I was the dominant partner, which was also a refreshing change.
I embraced Sue and pulled her to me. She rested her head on my shoulders. I stroked her thin back, my fingers seeking the hooks of her bra.
I opened them, and the back strap of the bra separated. I pulled the straps down off her shoulders and had her sit up so I could take them off.
The bra came off. Her breasts looked divine. They were little larger than ripe plums, but the nipples were very long, if thin.
Those nipples looked longer than I remembered, but perhaps that had come from her nursing her baby. I wanted to suck her breasts, too.
I touched the breasts. They were smooth, soft, yielding ... so was Sue. Her body was like clay in my hands, to be molded the way I liked.
I wasted no time in taking off the rest of her clothes. She arched her back and lifted her bottom from the bed so I could take down her skirt.
She was soon stripped down to her black panties. The satin was stretched tight across the rising mound of her little pussy.
I put my hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through the satin. I pulled the panties down her narrow hips, down her short skinny legs.
Then she was totally naked, just like me, naked and stretched out on my bed, right where I wanted her.
"It's been a long time, Sue. We have to make up for lost time."
I put my hands on her shoulders and held her down on her back on the mattress while I climbed on top of her.
The touch of my bare skin against hers was thrilling. Each contact sent shivers of pleasure shooting through me. Through her, too.
I lowered my head to nuzzle her breasts. They were little more than small rising bumps of flesh on her chest.
The nipples stiffened from the contact against my soft smooth cheeks, my warm puckered lips. I fastened my lips around a nipple.
It throbbed against my lips. I sucked it for a long time. My lips seemed to recall the shape of Sue's flesh and mold themselves to her.
I touched her, caressed her, kissed her. When I had covered her breasts with kisses and with my licking tongue, I worked my way down her body.
Her hips were narrow, with jutting hipbones. Her pussy lips were thin and delicate. Her bush was a darker shade of brown than the hair on her head.
The hairs of the bush rustled as my breath played over them. I pressed my lips to her pussy lips and kissed them long and hotly.
Sue moaned, writhing under me. I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue and licked long wet lines on the folds of her pussy.
I pressed my tongue tip against her pussy lips and pressed it inward. She was hot and wet inside. My tongue dove deep.
I tasted her. She tasted better than ever. She rocked her ass on the bed, lifting her hips up into me, pressing her pussy against my mouth.
I shoved my tongue up her slit, her clitoris was a tiny little thing, a precious jewel of pink flesh which throbbed from my licking.
The rest of her throbbed and pulsed along with the clitoris. My hands reached up across her flat tummy and took hold of her breasts.
Squeezing the breasts, I put my tongue to work, using every trick of pussy eating I knew to bring her off as heavily as possible.
Sue lost control. Sweat oozed from that well scrubbed body. Her nipples throbbed as my fingers played over them.
Fresh juices oozed from the seashell pink walls of her pussy.
As she sweated, as she oozed juices, her body lost the stiffness of fear which it had had since I started making a pass at her.
It was as though her bodily fluids loosened her up. She slithered on the bed, as slippery as a snake under my mouth and hands and flesh.
Her little breasts bobbed as she writhed on the bed. Her body left damp patches of sweat on the rumpled covering of the mattress.
It was dim in the room and her white body seemed to glow. She rocked her ass on the bed, thrusting her pussy up into my licking, loving mouth.
When she came, she was laughing and crying at the same time.
She screeched, she thrashed. Her face looked taut and tense, years older from the pressure force of the orgasm which swept through her.
Her body went rigid, shook, then fell limp as the orgasm's force died away and released her. She gasped and panted for breath.
She was stretched out on the bed like a drowning swimmer cast up on shore. My kisses and caresses were softer, more calming.
She didn't stay in that position for long. It was like the dam burst and the flood came rushing out. She practically raped me!
She rolled me over on my back. My long legs were spread. She crawled over me, rubbing her stiff-nippled little breasts against me.
She seemed much stronger now. I didn't try to push her off. It was different and exciting to be made love to for a change.
She kissed me, tasting her own juices, which were in my mouth. She seemed especially fascinated by my breasts, but then, she always had been.
She squeezed the breasts together, plumping them up past their normal large size, as though she wanted to make them even more abundant.
Her hot wet mouth was all over my flesh. She sucked first one nipple then the other, until both stiff points shone with saliva.
She squeezed my breasts together, and took both nipples in her mouth at the same time. That was a wild sensation I really got off on.
When she started to go down on me, I stopped her. I made her change position, so I could do her at the same time she did me.
She turned about on the bed, so that her thin thighs straddled my head, and she faced my feet. Her ass and crotch hung over my face.
I took hold of her hips. The flesh was soft, warm. She was so thin that I could feel the bones beneath the luscious soft flesh.
Her legs were folded under her, and they pressed my cheeks. Her bush was damp with my saliva, and her pussy lips dripped with the stuff.
I pulled her down to my open mouth. She gasped and groaned. Her first orgasm made her sensitive to pleasure, and I was giving her plenty of that.
She hadn't forgotten what to do. Her soft hands were on my thighs, pushing them apart, opening them up for her.
Her breath made my pussy lips tingle. They tingled harder when she pressed her lips on my pussy lips. I gasped when she brought her tongue into play.
The two of us girls were locked into the classic 69 position, with our head between each other's legs, and our mouths pressed to each other's pussies.
She found my clitoris with no trouble. I didn't think she'd forget. She also didn't forget the way I love to have my pussy licked.
The bed creaked as we two rocked faster and faster on it. My pussy was a mass of electric pleasure welded to her licking mouth.
When I came, I came heavy.
That was the beginning of the affair. From that afternoon onward, Sue had no more hang-ups about being bedded by another female.
I cultivated her. I liked Sonya, but my association with her was as much business as it was pleasure. Sue and I went way back.
And now here we were, out of school, both of us married, her with a kid.
I cultivated her. I always had plenty of free time on my hands. And Mark couldn't object at the frequency at which I saw my good friend.
He would have dropped dead if he could have seen what Sue and I did as soon as we were alone. Off came our clothes, and we would hop into bed.
The more we saw of each other, the more we made love. The more we did that, the better it got. Our affair was going hot and heavy.
Sue was able to talk about her life. Really talk, honestly, I mean, instead of giving out with the standard bullshit.
Her life was no bed of roses. Her man had a lot more on the ball than Mark, and was making pretty decent pay for a working stiff.
But babies are expensive. Sue was lucky that she had a network of extended family, aunts, mothers, sisters, and cousins, who could help her look after the kids. But it still was like having a job.
Her man was hinting around that it might be time for another one, but Sue was putting him off. She had gone on birth control pills.
Her bedroom life wasn't so terrific. It was better than mine was with Mark, but that was like saying something was better than nothing.
At least her man kept himself in shape, instead of turning into a fat pig, the way Mark had. But Sue's husband wasn't the world's greatest, either.
Sue had the same problem I had. They say girls grow up faster than boys, and I do believe that's true. We grew up too fast.
By the time we were thirteen, we knew more about sex than most married women will ever know. And lesbian love added a new dimension to sex.
Now, our husbands were like kids. Mark would cut out his tongue before putting it on my pussy, and Sue's husband was only slightly better.
But we had each other now. Each of us knew what the other wanted, what would pleasure us the most, how to go wild with lust.
As our affair moved into its second month, things started getting kinkier. I was the motive power behind that new development.
Sue didn't need much urging. She needed kicks. I started slow, doing small things like blindfolding her before making love to her, or tying her hands.
Those things are like drugs sooner or later you need a bigger kick. By the time I told Sue I wanted to spank her, she crawled over my lap and presented her bottom without a word of protest.
Sue soon made the acquaintance of my dildo. When we girls were back in school, we never had the use of such wicked toys.
She loved that. She would crouch on her hands and knees on the bed, wiggling her bottom invitingly, displaying her pink slitted pussy.
Her pussy lips would shine with the greasy lubricant which I had massaged into them. My dildo would glimmer with a coating of the stuff.
I would kneel behind her and take her that way, guiding the dildo into her pussy and penetrating her slowly and deeply.
It was good to take her from behind, rather than getting on top. That way I could reach under her and play with her tits and her clitoris while the dildo fucked her.
We found that her climax was much more intense if she was first bound and spanked and dominated before the deep dildo fucking.
All the time that this affair was progressing, I was continuing with my job.
Things were going great. I was the new girl on the circuit, fresh and young and far from used up, to say the least. A novelty.
The contrast between my girlish good looks and my wanton sexual tastes really turned on the clients. They loved my angel face and perfect body.
Sonya was pleased. I was pleased. I calculated that if the money kept on rolling in the way it had, I would be able to leave Mark for good within the year.
It sure wouldn't be for bad.
I found that I had a real skill for dramatics and fantasy role-playing. Well, I used to get the lead in the school plays.
I could play all kinds of roles: the naughty young daughter who needed to be spanked by Daddy, the hot-blooded bitch who would seduce the "unwilling" male, the girl next door, a degraded whore, even an adult infant.
I had a crash course in sexual kinkery. Bondage, discipline, threesomes, exhibitionism, water sports I did it all. For dollars.
I started to wonder if there was anything I wouldn't do. One afternoon I made a list of my taboos. It wasn't too long.
No heavy pain. Nothing which would leave marks for my suspicious husband to find. (Actually, I had broken that rule a few times, taking spankings and paddlings which left my ass red for a few days. But I was able to hide it from Mark simply by always undressing in the dark or the bathroom).
What else? Oh, yeah no scat-eating. That was one scene I couldn't make. I guess you could say that it wasn't to my, er, taste.
That didn't mean that I wouldn't squat down and shit in a masochist's mouth if the price was right. When it was, I did.
No pain, no shit-eating. That about covered the list of my taboos.
Still, it hardly seemed like anybody was straight any more. All those buttoned down, suit and tie execs were some of the kinkiest guys you ever saw.
Just like me, they lived a double life. I saw the side of their sexual personalities which their wives and sweethearts never saw.
I'll tell you another thing, too in my opinion, there wasn't a client who didn't secretly want to fuck or be fucked by their daughter.
That was where I came in, because I was young enough to be their daughter. And I had enough smarts to put on a good act, too.
Business got so big that I was hard-pressed to meet the demand. It was time for the operation to expand, to grow.
Sonya needed a new recruit. It was time for Sue to meet Sonya. It was my guess that Sue was ready to sign up and join the team.
CHAPTER SIX
When Gregory finished tying his slave wife, Patricia, to the bed, he called me into the bedroom. I entered it eagerly.
I was outfitted and equipped like a bad, bad bitch. My hair was pulled up in a bun at the top of my head, and my face was heavily made-up.
My brows were darkened, and my lips shone with a blood-red Up gloss which looked like wet paint,-it was so ripely gleaming on my mouth.
I was pretty much naked, except for the leather harness and the black boots I wore. The harness was made from thin black leather straps.
The straps crossed my naked torso. They ran under my breasts. D-rings held the straps secure and snug against my flesh.
The boots were really something. Made of shiny black leather, the tops of them reached up past the middle of my thighs.
They were the kind of boots old-time pirates wore, only more kinky. They had sharply pointed toes and high spiked heels.
The spiked stiletto heels added inches to my height. My hips and pussy were framed by the waist-belt of the leather harness, and the boot tops.
Around my wrists were black leather bands, decorated with wicked metal spikes.
I entered the bedroom of this lovely and charming suburban home. It looked like any one of the many expensive and tasteful homes in this section.
But the other homes in this neighborhood didn't have such kinky goings-on taking place inside them or did they?
It was early afternoon. Gregory was one of Sonya's old clients who had been more than delighted to hear she was back in business.
He was a ruggedly handsome male in his late thirties. His hair was thinning. What there was of it, he combed straight back.
He had a flat, alert face with intelligent eyes and a square jaw. I could tell just from looking at him that he would be a hard-nosed son of a bitch to go up against in a business deal. But we were in my business now.
He was bare from the waist up. He was in good shape, with firm, well defined muscles and an almost flat tummy.
Black hair, full and thick, curled on his chest. His lower body was encased in a pair of tight black leather pants.
They fit him snugly, showing off his rounded buttocks and the fat bulge of his crotch, a bulge which now was in a state of erection.
The bedroom was large. There were beige walls and a pale brown carpet and rich brown drapes covering the windows, sealing us in.
The bed was large, oversized. It was one of those modern platform beds, made from solid wooden beams, with a plush mattress on top.
Patricia was on top of the mattress. She was naked and tied spread-eagled.
She was Gregory's slave wife. She was a pretty thing, at least ten years younger than her man, and a charmer in her own right.
But she had a craving need for domination, a need which her husband was now filling with my able assistance.
As I filled her need, I would fill other parts of her anatomy as well.
Patricia had the kind of good looks I've always admired. She was a cool, elegant blonde with glittering green eyes and a luscious body.
That body was fully on display. Black satin sheets covered the mattress, while her white body lay across those sheets, bound to the bed.
Her hair was cut short and simply and excellently styled. Her eyes were wide, so that white surrounded the green irises.
A black leather band stretched across the lower half of her face. This band was part of a veryingenious gag which her man used on her.
It was a penis gag. Attached to the underside of the black leather, wedged inside her open mouth, was a short, stubby dildo attachment.
That artificial cock filled her mouth, muffling her words and outcries.
Set into the bed frame at its four corner were ring bolts. Attached to those bolts were sets of chains, with leather cuffs at the ends.
Each cuff was locked in place around one of her limbs, circling her ankles and wrists. The chains were snugged short, giving her little play in them.
Patricia was high-bosomed and long-legged. Her body showed the tan she had gotten on a vacation. She sure as hell hadn't gotten it here, because the city was locked into a late winter cold spell which wouldn't quit.
The wind howled outside, rocking the windows. The sound mixed with the soft creaking of the leather cuffs around Patricia's limbs.
Her breasts were firm and high, with sharply pointed pink nipples. Her body was lean, with taut thighs and shapely calves.
Her bush was a light color, the shade of wet sand.
The downy fleece covered most of her pussy lips. Her nipples, the circles of skin surrounding the nipples, and her pussy lips were a bold, bright pink.
I came into the bedroom, taking long-legged strides. My spiked heels sank deep into the carpet, and my breasts and buttocks jiggled as I moved.
Patricia raised herself up as much as her chains permitted, so she could take a good look at me. She had never seen me before.
She must have liked what she saw, because lust showed in her eyes, the chance to be with another female on the job.
I halted at the foot of the bed. I spread my booted feet wider than shoulder width apart, and looked Patricia over.
She flinched under my gaze, and closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. I laughed at her shyness.
Gregory came up alongside me. He slipped his arm around my waist, and we stood there side by side, looking down at his bound slave wife.
Before the session really got started, there were a few things to be done to Patricia. I sat down on the edge of the bed next to her.
I touched her hair. It was soft and silken. Her cheek was warm. Her pert breasts rose and fell with her slow deep breathing.
I pushed her hair to the side, uncovering a pink ear. I put my mouth next to her ear and made her writhe just from breathing in it.
I whispered to her. I told her what a pretty thing she was. But she was a slut, and would have to be punished for her perverse desires.
I touched her as I talked to her. Her lovely body did not belong to her, I told her; it was the property of Gregory, her husband and master.
He had graciously permitted me the use of his slave in all ways. Patricia would not object, I was sure especially with that penis gag stuffed in her mouth.
That bizarre, kinky gag silenced her moans as I touched her. I felt and fondled her breasts, stroking the white flesh, tweaking the nipples.
She had recently returned from a vacation trip in Florida. Her body was a golden bronze color, except for the milky white outline of her bikini.
I could see the exact shape of that bikini. It had been a small one. It left a pair of triangular patches of white on her breasts.
There was another white triangle at her hips, where the bikini bottom had covered her while she sunned herself and tanned.
Her breasts were soft and smooth, and rippled at my touch. The nipples stiffened within seconds, so that they jutted out, all hard.
My hands glided over her lean torso, down her flat belly. My fingertips circled her navel teasingly, then kept on reaching downward.
She gasped from behind her gag as I touched her pussy. I toyed with the silken hairs of her downy bush, twisting them into little spirals.
Her pussy lips were thicker and fleshier than mine. I wondered what it must be like for Patricia, to be dominated by a girl who was ten years younger than she, just as she was ten years younger than her husband.
Actually, I knew just how she felt she loved it. I would have loved it, too, being tied down to a bed with a lovely girl using my body.
I put my fingertip in the groove where her pussy lips pressed together. She groaned behind her gag when I pushed my finger inside.
My finger easily penetrated. Her pussy was dripping wet. I pushed my finger in deep, where I could feel the juices of her sloshing against it.
When I took my finger out a few seconds later, it was shining and wet. I rubbed it clean on her face, leaving bright wet smears.
Before beginning the session, I had met with Gregory, who described the usual pattern he followed when he did a scene with his wife, on on her.
On top of the night table at the bedside was a variety of bondage implements. I whispered to Patricia, telling her how I would use them.
When I finished taking, I stuck my tongue in her ear. You would have thought it was a live wire, from the way she writhed on the bed.
But the padded leather cuffs of those four short chains held her spread-eagled and open to anything I wanted to do to her.
I took a clamp off the table. It was shaped like a small metal clothespin, with sets of small saw toothed metal edges inside its jaws.
A spring held it shut. I squeezed the clamp, opening it. I grinned as I held it over Patricia's face, letting her have a good look at it.
I took hold of one of her stiff nipples between my fingernails and pulled it roughly, stretching and twisting it out of shape.
I pulled it away from the white mound of her breast. The hard pink nipple darkened in my fingers. I fastened the clamp to the middle of it.
The saw toothed edges bit deep into her stiff nipple.
It did not break the skin or draw blood its spring was not strong enough for that but it must have been painful all the same.
I picked up a second clamp and repeated the process, fastening it to her other nipple. She writhed under my hands.
When I was done, there was a pair of glittering metal clamps attached to her pink nipples, punishing her with constant painful pressure.
Her nostrils flared. Suffering showed in her face. My nipples got all hard just from looking at her, without my flesh being touched.
My pussy lips quivered, and I ached to touch them. I was wet inside. Did this mean that I was a sadist? Her suffering surely turned on.
On the other hand, I had gotten equally turned on at different times, when I was the docile victim of male-directed punishments.
I guessed that I was switchable that I could go either way, as dominant or submissive. That versatility was a help in my profession.
Now was the time for dominance. Patricia writhed. I took hold of her silken ash-blonde hair, twisting a fistful by the roots.
Now that I had her attention, I held another clamp in front of her face. When her eyes focused on it, I moved the clamp down her body.
I touched it to her flesh, at the center of her breasts. Goose bumps rose on her skin as I rubbed the clamp down her torso, circled her belly button, dropped down to her bush. My smile got bigger. She didn't smile at all.
I opened the clamp, fastened it around a thick tuft of her pubic hair, let the metal jaws close, biting down on her bush, but not her flesh.
Patricia had a low tolerance for pain. She was easily frightened. She was a sweet thing, but she was a bit of a baby.
I said that that she was babyish. Gregory laughed and said that I ought to see Patricia when she was in diapers and booties and waterproof plastic pants (for when she had an "accident"). Maybe I would see it later.
I pulled the clamp, twisting it this way and that. Patricia really squirmed now. I pulled the clamp, tugging at the roots of the hairs of her bush.
The metal wasn't on the flesh of her crotch, though just on her hair. But I must admit that she must have felt pretty tender in that sensitive spot.
When I got bored with this fun, I put more fear into her. I took hold of her pussy lip between my thumb and index finger.
It was warm and soft and smooth. I pulled it to one side. Her pussy lips split, flashing the slippery pink membranes inside.
I pressed my fingertip on that pulsing membrane. I opened the clamp and touched the little metal saw teeth to her outer pussy lip.
I asked her how she would like to have a pair of clamps attached to her pussy, one clamp per pussy lip. She violently shook her head from side to side, signaling that her answer was most definitely "NO!"
I took her word for it. I told her that I was a no-fooling-around mistress, and she had better do like I told her if she knew what was good for her.
I put the clamp back on the night table, but I left the other two on her nipples. like it or not, she would have to endure those for a while longer.
Clamp or not, there was something else waiting to fill her pussy.
I showed her my dildo. It was mine, a present from Sonya. It was the one I used to fuck Sue with in our sessions of lesbian S&M loving.
Patricia gasped and groaned, but she wanted it. I dipped the fat dildo head into an uncapped jar of lubricant. I swirled the dildo around inside it.
I pressed the greasy tip to her pussy. She moaned. She rocked her hips on the bed, rubbing her pussy lips up and down against the dildo.
The lubricant smeared on her pussy lips. I put my hand on her hip and held it down on the mattress. I pressed the dildo head against her pussy lips.
The head split and spread her pussy lips. She grunted as the head stretched her inner membranes, forcing them to make room.
Inch by inch I fed the dildo shaft into her, penetrating her deep. She whimpered as the length of the shaft was buried inside her.
Now only a few inches at the base of the shaft stuck out of her pussy. The pussy lips were pressed against it.
I lightly tapped my finger against the base of the dildo, sending a few more fractions of an inch of it deeper into her.
That would hold her for a while. Now it was time to torment her mentally with some of the humiliation she craved.
I patted her hip and got off the bed, telling her that she was such a failure of a slave wife that her man needed a real woman to pleasure him.
Hurt showed on her face of the insult that part of her face that showed over the leather band of the penis gag stuffed in her mouth.
Gregory waited for me with open arms, which he wrapped round me in an embrace.
My nipples grazed his bare chest. His groin, covered with the black leather of his kinky pants, pressed against my naked pussy.
Between the leather harness strapped to my upper body, the thigh-high boots covering almost all of my legs, and his long pants, the rich animal smell of leather was heavy in the air, like musk. And I could smell the pungent man-sweat of him.
He kissed me on the mouth. He lowered his head to kiss my breasts. I stood there while he rolled his hot face back and forth across my tits, rubbing his skin against my hard nipples. He grabbed a breast and mouthed a nipple.
Patricia was moaning, partly from her jealous shame at watching her husband take another, younger female right before her eyes.
His mouth was all over my tits. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. I knew what he wanted, so I got on my knees.
He could call the moves he was paying for the session. My head was level with the fat bulge in the crotch of his leather pants.
His dick was hard. It pressed against the leather, looking like a piece of pipe or cable. He fondled my hair, my cheeks.
He opened the leather pants and took them down. They were tight, and had to be peeled off his hips and thighs. His lower body was hairy.
His cock bobbed in front of my face. His hips and thighs were wet and sweaty from the tight leather pants. His dick was red, long, thick.
He rubbed the head of it against my face. There was a drop of come on the tip of it, and it smeared on the skin of my face.
I pressed my puckered lips against his cock head and gave it a big kiss.
From where I knelt, chained Patricia could just see my head from the neck up, and her husband from the groin up.
That was enough she would see all the significant action. And she was watching, too-she lifted her head off the pillow so she could see better.
I took her husband's cock head in my mouth. The smooth insides of my lips pressed against his cock, which throbbed.
I slurped and sucked. Saliva drooled down the corners of my mouth. I bobbed my head back and forth, taking him deeper.
He rocked his hips, fucking my mouth. I took him deep into my throat, my mouth molded around the shape of his thick, thrusting cock.
He stopped before he came in my mouth. He had good self-control. Saliva covered his red cock, dripping off it when he took it out of my mouth.
He helped me to stand. He turned me so that faced the bed, faced chained and gagged Patricia. He bent me forward from the waist.
I moved my booted legs apart, spreading my thighs and opening my pussy to him. He got down behind me and started licking my pussy.
He rolled his fat wet tongue over me, slurping saliva into me. When it was good and wet, he got up and took hold of his cock.
He pressed his cock head against my pussy lips and pushed into me. I was small and tight, and he was thick and long.
I leaned forward, my face all squeezed up from the feeling of his fat cock slowly sliding deep into me. My stiff-nippled breasts dangled.
I gasped as the fat head of his cock was wedged deep down in the pit of my pussy I could take him no deeper.
He started thrusting, fucking me. Friction burned in my pussy as his hard cock rubbed swiftly against my membranes.
Since he took me from behind, he could look over my shoulder down at his wife, who writhed and rattled her chains on the bed.
Patricia was crying, tears of shame from her humiliation, and tears of pain from the clamps pinned to her red and throbbing nipples.
But she blinked her eyes to clear them so she could watch Gregory fucking me, and she worked her hips, moving the dildo around in her pussy.
Gregory reached under me and took hold on one of my breasts. He used it like it was a handle of flesh, squeezing and stroking it.
He pinched my stiff nipples. Twinges shot through them, through my tits, and all the way down into my pussy, where they hit hard.
Gregory rocked faster and faster. My buttocks rippled each time his hips slammed into them as he rammed his cock deep into me.
His swollen balls slapped my pussy when he thrust deep. His cock was a rod of flesh pumping in my pussy like part of a machine.
He shoved deep. It pushed me forward. My palms reached into the mattress between Patricia's chained spread legs.
His cock twitched inside me before it shot. Gregory groaned and shook as he came. Semen gushed, spurting into my pussy.
He sagged forward, leaning on me, resting his sweating head on my shoulders. His eyes were closed and his open mouth panted for breath.
When he finally recovered, he fondled my breasts and belly and thighs before he pulled out of me.
Some of his come soaked into my heated membranes, but not all of it. His cock was still hard when he took it out of me.
Come oozed in my pussy as I went to Patricia. Gregory had told me in advance what to do to her after he finished fucking me.
She was hurting. Her eyes were wet and shining. Tear tracks shone on her cheeks. She was in breathless pain from the nipple clamps.
Her nipples were a red so dark they were almost purple, and they were stiff as little rocks. They turned white when I pinched them, but immediately turned back to purple when I took my nails off of them.
Pinching her made her cry more. I sat down on the bed, pressing my thighs closed, and stroked her sides and hips calming her down.
The nipples were purple, but the fish of her tits surrounding them was a blue-white color. Quickly I took off the clamps.
She moaned, groaned, and sobbed like a baby when the clamps were removed. Her nipples had gone numb, but pain returned as they were freed.
I left the dildo in her pussy. Now, I lifted her weeping head so I could unbuckle the back of the leather gag in her mouth.
I knelt on the bed, up around her head. I pulled the penis gag out of her mouth, the short stubby dildo dripping with saliva.
Patricia wailed, but not for long. I placed my knees on either side of her head and lowered my pussy down on her open crying mouth.
Her outcry was silenced as my pussy, filled with Gregory's come, covered her mouth. I worked the dildo in and out of her pussy while I forced her to tongue me clean, licking every drop.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sue and I were in bed ... Sonya's bed.
It was a cold rainy morning, filled with sleet and cold winds which chilled a girl right down to the bone. But it was nice and hot in bed.
It hadn't taken me so very long to get Sue to come around to my ways of thinking. She was meeting Sonya for the first time.
I could tell that Sonya was charmed by Sue right from the start. I could practically see the madame's mouth watering as she looked over Sue's petite beauty.
I knew that the clients out there liked their girls young, the younger the better. If Sue joined up, she could make some real money.
Sue looked like she had just turned thirteen and had her first period, so that she was only starting to ripen into the curves of a woman.
No guy would ever believe that little Sue was married and had a year-old kid.
Sue and I were in Sonya's bed. We both were naked and wrapped in each other's arms. Our nipples were hard and our mouths were wet.
We had just finished making love. Now we were resting up, catching our breath and recovering. Sonya had watched us.
She sat in a comfortable armchair facing the bed. Her robe was open. She wore a black nightie, very short, and a pair of black lace panties which were pulled down to her knees. Her hand was pressed against her crotch.
The fingers of her plump hand were shiny with juices from her pussy. She had played with herself while watching Sue and I get it on.
"That was lovely, girls, just lovely," she sighed. She got up. Her panties slid down to her ankles. She stepped out of them.
Her pussy lips, fat and fleshy, glowed red from the fondling she had given them. Juices from her wet pussy glimmered on her pussy lips.
She pulled off her robe and let it fall. She took hold of the lacy hem of her nightie and lifted it, uncovering bare ivory flesh.
There were ripples of fat at her belly, but she was built on a large scale, with a big frame and bones, so that she was large all over.
I knew that Sue, who had a fetish for big breasts (maybe because hers were so small-not that it mattered to me, I loved them as they were) Sue, who was crazy for big-titted women, would go mad for Sonya.
Sonya lifted her arms over her head to take off her nightie. Now she was as naked as we were. Her heavy breasts jiggled and bounced.
Sue was staring. I followed the direction her gaze was pointed at, and saw that she was looking directly at Sonya's naked breasts.
The mattress sagged as Sonya got into bed. Her bed was big enough for three. Sue lay between Sonya and me.
Sue was the tasty filling in a sandwich of female flesh. Sonya's smile was a leer of lust as she laid her hand on Sue's thigh.
My arm was across Sue's shoulder. I hugged her. I licked a long wet line on her shoulder, making her small breasts bob when she shivered.
Sonya put her hand between Sue's thighs. With her free hand, she cupped one of her oversized breasts in her palm.
The mound of flesh covered her palm. Soft bosom flesh slopped over the edges of her hand as she lifted her tit like she was weighing it.
The nipple was the size of a thimble, a pink throbbing thimble surrounded by a circle of pink flesh wider than a silver dollar.
She leaned forward, raising her breast to Sue's mouth. Red spots rose in Sue's cheeks. Her eyes were glazed, glittering. Her lips parted.
Sonya put a hand on tne back of Sue's head and pulled her to her breast. Sue went along willingly enough more than willing, in fact.
Her mouth was wide open by the time it reached Sonya's breast. Sonya teased her by pulling her nipple away from that hungry mouth.
Sonya rubbed her nipple on Sue's face. When Sue was moaning from frustrated desire, Sonya guided the nipple to her mouth and stuffed it in.
Sue's puckered lips pressed the nipple. She sucked it greedily. Sonya pressed the girl's head to her wide bosom and held it there.
While Sue sucked the nipple, Sonya stroked her, running her caressing hand up and down
Sue's small, Hot, naked body.
Sue lay on her side, with her face buried in Sonya's tits. I crawled down on the bed until my face was right next to Sue's ass.
She had a great little ass. It was the most abundant part of her body, with a pair of smooth, white, rounded ass cheeks, high and firm.
I pressed my tongue against her ass and started licking. When her buttocks were covered with my sticky shining saliva, I spread them.
She had the most adorable little brown button of an ass-hole.
I clamped my open mouth on her quivering little ass-hole. Sue squirmed, pressing harder against Sonya as her body moved forward.
I pressed my tongue tip against Sue's rosebud and pried it open. She was tight and tiny, and it was sticky in there when my tongue went in.
I shoved my tongue deep, working it like it was a little cock, pushing it in and out of her tight hole, holding her squirming lips.
Later, I took my mouth off her hole and moved aside, while Sonya put Sue down on her back on the bed and arranged her into position.
You might have thought that Sue, being so small and petite and lightweight, would be the natural candidate to get on top.
You would have thought wrong. Sue wanted to drown herself in Sonya's warm, comforting masses of soft flesh, wanted to be engulfed.
Sonya knew just what she needed. Her strong hands spread Sue's skinny legs, exposing the thin-lipped slit of her pussy.
Sonya moved on the bed. Her nipples were shiny with Sue's saliva. Her breasts dangled as she moved up to the head of the bed.
Sue's face was wildly eager as she looked up. Sonya placed her knees on either side of Sue's head, and held her pussy over her open mouth.
Sue's head disappeared from the neck up as Sonya squatted on her face. Sonya's rounded thighs, full and white, were taut and shining.
Her luscious buttocks covered Sue. Her pussy pressed down, its wide lips split and spread, her membranes covering Sue.
Sucking sounds from Sue's lips and tongue came from under Sonya.
About an hour or so later, after all three of us had climaxed, we all had a rest period so we could come up for air.
As she played with the tiny stiff nipples of Sue's tits, Sonya said to her, "Sue, how would you like to make some real money?"
As good a friend and lover as I was to Sue, I did not get to go along with her when she turned her first trick.
I was worried. Knowing her the way I did, I was sure that she wouldn't have any trouble, but I couldn't help feeling a little anxious.
Sonya brought Sue out, on a weekday. While her aunt babysat for the kid, Sue sold her wicked little body for the first time.
I met her right after the session was over. I could tell by the happy look on Sue's face, and Sonya's pleased attitude, that all had gone well.
We held a little party in Sonya's, just the three of us, to celebrate Sue's successful coming out. She told me all about it.
Sonya knew a married couple, suburban swingers, who would be just perfect for Sue's first time and Sue would be perfect for them.
When the arrangements were made, Sue drove to Sonya's earlier that morning. She was freshly bathed, her hair shampooed and shining.
She wore no make-up. Sonya had told her that she would dress Sue before the session. When Sue arrived. Sonya had her strip to the buff.
Sonya had an unusual outfit for her, tailored to the couple's fetish.
First, Sue put on a pair of white satin bloomers. They readied from the waist to her knees. Drawstrings knotted in a bow kept the waist tight, and elastics did the same service at the bottom of the leg openings.
The bloomers were cut wide and full, almost baggy, with plenty of fabric at the seat. Sue thrilled to the touch of satin.
Her small breasts were fitted into the elaborately laced cups of a frilly white bra. A slip covered her from the shoulders to the knees.
Next, Sue was fitted into an old-fashioned party dress. Only in the more conservative South were dresses like that worn much any more, and Sonya had ordered it special. Luckily, Sue's small size was easy to find.
The dress was made of pink organdy. It had puffed sleeves, a tight waist, and a flaring skirt whose hem reached down past her knees.
The dress had all kinds of frills and flourishes. There were rows of little pink mother of pearl buttons, satin bows, and lace trimmings.
Sue put on a pair of white knee socks and shiny black little girl shoes. Sonya tied Sue's hair back in a pony tail.
Sue was now dressed and ready for action. She looked like she was about twelve years old, with her small breasts and petite frame.
The costume was eye-catching. So as not to draw attention, since a girl dressed in that imagine outfit would surely have caught a lot of attention in this low-class neighborhood, Sonya covered Sue with a long raincoat.
Sonya herself was dressed chicly, in a tight-fitting one-piece black dress, dark patterned stockings, high heeled black leather shoes.
Sonya drove them in her car. The house was quite impressive. Sue had never been in a home that nice, with its wide lawn and split-level styling.
Sonya parked in the driveway and put Sue in restraint.
It was raining hard, with sleet mixing with the rain. The rain poured over the car windows, blurring what was happening inside them.
Sue pulled her arms out of the sleeves of the raincoat. The coat was draped over her skinny shoulders like a cape. Her hands were in her lap.
Sonya snapped a pair of handcuffs on Sue's wrists, locking them together.
Sue backed into the far corner of the front seat at Sonya's command. She lifted her legs and rested her feet on the seat.
Sonya hobbled her. Tight leather cuffs, linked with fifteen inches of thin tough chain, were locked in place around her ankles.
For a final touch, Sonya fastened a leather slave collar around Sue's neck, using a tiny padlock to hold it securely locked.
She took a dog leash from her pocketbook and snapped it into place on a ring on the slave collar. She held Sue's head and kissed her on the mouth.
She pulled the folds of the raincoat around Sue. Sonya didn't want Sue to stand in the rain, so she went to the door first.
The couple were at home, ready, and waiting. Sonya hurried back to the car, her head covered by a plastic rain hat to protect her hair style.
She opened the door on Sue's side. Sue swung her hobbled feet down onto the wet blacktop of the driveway. Sonya helped her out of the car.
Sue's cuffed hands were hidden under the coat. Sonya rolled up the dog chain in her hand, and rested her hand on Sue's shoulder.
She and Sue entered the house. Sue knew there was no turning back when the front door was closed and locked behind her.
She looked over the couple. The man and woman were both in their early or middle forties. Sue was relieved to find them rather attractive, especially the lady.
Their names were Warren and Linda. Even though it was early in the day, they both were dressed very formally, in evening clothes.
Warren was broad-shouldered and ruggedly handsome. Apparently he was an upper level executive in a petroleum company, one of tne seven oil giants.
He traveled a great deal, so his face was tanned. He was of medium height, compact, and in good condition, with a fine physique.
He wore a black tie, black jacket, white shirt, slacks, shiny black shoes. Sue was rather flattered that the couple had dressed just to see her.
Linda was a brunette. Her masses of black hair were coiffed in a regal hairstyle, rising up in a crown, with curly ringlets falling on her forehead.
She looked as though she might be Italian or Jewish, Sue couldn't be sure which. Linda had dark good looks and a voluptuous body.
Her eyes were dark brown. She-had a beak-like nose, wide face, high cheekbones, and wide, sensual lips, giving her a queenly profile.
She wore a tight black velvet gown which fit her white body like it was made of seamless shadows. Her white smooth shoulders, her arms, and almost all of her breasts except the nipples were revealed.
She had luscious breasts, the sight of which made Sue's mouth water, and her pussy tingle. She hoped that at least part of her duties would require her to suck those breasts. Perhaps she might even dare to beg for the favor.
Still, Sue decided that the best thing to do was look to Sonya for cues.
The foursome stood in a hallway. The floor had marbled tiles. There were elegant rooms opening off the long corridor on either side.
Sonya introduced the couple to Sue. The man and the woman smiled cordially, but Sue knew that they were sizing her up very, very carefully.
Linda was the first to break the silence. Her wide lips pulled back in a wide, hungry grin. She took Sonya's hands and squeezed them.
Linda said, "Sonya, where did you find this darling child? She's perfect!"
"Wait until you've seen the rest of her-all of her," Sonya said.
Warren took Sue's raincoat, his gaze scanning her fair face, her ponytail, her lithe girlish body covered by the frilly party dress which made her look years younger almost criminally juvenile a look which excited Linda and Warren.
Linda told Sue what a pretty little girl she was. She took Sue's arm. Sue apologized for not being polite and curtseying when she was introduced, but said that her cuffed hands stopped her from making a proper curtsey."
"And such a well mannered youngster, too!" k Linda said over her shoulder to Sonya as she took Sue down the hall.
Warren lingered with Sonya in the hall. That was where he gave Sonya the check for Sue's services, as Sonya later told Sue.
Linda took Sue into a living room. It was modern and smartly decorated, with comfortable couches and chairs, and wall to wall plush pile carpeting.
Linda directed Sue to a seat on a sofa. Sue walked slowly, the hobble forcing her to take only small shuffling steps.
Linda hovered over Sue, fussing over her, touching her, brushing her hair back.
Linda sat on the couch next to Sue. As she sat, she crossed her legs. The hem of her black velvet gown rode high up her stockinged legs.
Sue saw soft white flesh at the top of Linda's stockinged thighs, and the frilly black garters which were pinned to the tops of the nylons.
Linda's feet were encased in black patent leather high heels with sharply pointed toes. Excitement caused Linda to wiggle her foot.
Warren mixed Sonya a drink from the living room's big bar. Sue was too young to drink liquor, so Linda served her some hot chocolate.
Sue felt so vulnerable and helpless-excitingly so that she felt as though she really was a youngster again, small and totally subject to the strange whims and passions of the adults who ruled her destiny.
She sipped the hot cocoa. It was good and warmed her after the long trip. And it would make her mouth nice and warm, too.
Linda knew that, which is why she served the girl a hot drink and not a cold one. She and Warren wasted little time.
They sat on either side of Sue. Warren lost interest in the drink he had mixed himself, once he started touching Sue, toying with her.
He set down his drink on a coaster, and didn't pick it up from then until the time when Sue left the house, very much later.
Warren rested his hand on Sue's thin thigh, squeezed it. He pulled the hem of her dress, and the slip below it, up past her knees.
Linda and Warren teased Sue about her white satin bloomers, but it was obvious that they were both excited by the sensual undergarment.
Warren put his hand between Sue's legs. She spread her thighs as wide as the hobble would allow. He rubbed satin against her pulsing pussy.
While he fondled her pussy through the satin bloomers, Linda played with Sue's small breasts, her hands kneading and squeezing them.
Warren took the key from Sonya. He knelt down, lifting Sue's feet so he could undo the hobble. He stared at her feet with fascination.
He put the key down on the coffee table for a second. His fingers shook as he undid the tiny leather straps of the shoes which ran across the tops of Sue's feet.
He pulled off her shoes. Sue wiggled her toes in her socks. He knelt in front of her, and pressed the soles of her feet against his crotch.
By this time, Linda's free hand had taken Warren's place in rubbing the satin crotch of the bloomers against Sue's pussy.
Warren had to take off the hobble in order to expose Sue's feet. He unlocked the tiny padlock, and opened the leather cuffs.
He rolled down her knee socks with shaking hands, pulling them off Sue's feet. Sue's feet were small, with tiny little pink toes.
Warren got a look on his face like he was in church or something. He held the bare feet together and nuzzled them.
He rubbed his hot face against them, and covered both feet with dozens of quick hot kisses. He stuck out his tongue and licked her toes.
Linda slipped a strap off her shoulder, and the gown came free from her right breast, a mound of firm flesh which flopped out of the breast cup of the velvet gown.
Her nipple was stiff. It was dark, a pinkish-brown color.
Linda took hold of the dog leash, which had remained clipped to the ring on the leather slave collar locked round Sue's neck.
Linda tugged downward on the leash, pulling Sue's head to her naked breast. Here was something that Sue needed no encouragement to perform.
Sue pressed her face against Linda's swelling breast, kissing it. Linda guided her nipple into Sue's mouth and told her to suck it, gently.
Sue took the nipple between her puckered lips and nursed at it. Her brown ponytail fell across the black velvet gown covering Linda.
Linda smoothed Sue's hair down and fondled her cheeks, neck, shoulders. Down at her bare feet, Warren stopped rubbing his face against them and kissing them.
There was the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Sue felt something warm, flexible, yet firm pressing her bare feet.
She guessed that it was Warren's hot hard cock, jutting from the open fly hole of his trousers. She started to lift her head to see.
Iinda held her down, pressing the girl's head firmly against her breast.
Warren rubbed his cock head for it was his hard dick which throbbed against Sue's feet-over and along her little curled toes.
She could hear him moaning with excitement. Linda must have watched Warren for a sign, since the two of them got up at the same time.
Sue was in a daze of flesh. The rest of Linda's gown fell to her waist, baring both breasts. Warren's thick cock jutted from his hips.
Sonya had to unlock the handcuffs on Sue's wrists so she could be stripped. When the open cuffs came off Sue's thin wrists, Sonya kissed her and patted her bottom, then stood aside so Warren and Linda could undress her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sue stood in the center of the living room while the adult couple stripped her.
It was a new experience for Sue, to be the center of this kind of lust. It was flattering, exciting, and a little bit scary.
Two pairs of hands roamed freely over her, feeling and fondling her. Warren stood facing her, while Linda stood behind her.
Warren's hands shook softly as his fingers picked open the buttons of Sue's dress. There were many of the little buttons holding the dress closed.
The dress was opened and taken off. Sue now wore her slip, bra, and white satin bloomers. Warm wetness oozed in her pussy.
When she looked down, she saw the rod of flesh jutting from the open fly hole of Warren's pants. He acted like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Linda and Warren complimented Sue on her pretty undergarments. Linda rested her hands on Sue's small round buttocks, feeling them through slippery sleek satin.
Warren gathered up the hem of the slip and took the garment off Sue. Linda unhooked the back of the bra, Warren pulled it off Sue.
She had not worn the bra for support. Her petite mounds of flesh were naturally high and firm, and did not need the support of any foundation garment. '
But Sonya had added the bra to further tantalize the adult couple. The lacy cups of the bra were one more charming item of lingerie.
Sue's pink nipples tingled when they were exposed to the open air. They jutted stiffly from the tips of her breasts, erect and throbbing.
All the while, Sonya sat there in her chair, calmly sipping her drink, smiling over the rim of her glass in approval at the goings-on.
Linda embraced Sue, her heavy breasts, clothed in the black velvet of her gown, nuzzling Sue's bare back. She reached around Sue's front.
She put her hands on Sue's small breasts, lifting and cupping them. She spread her fingers so the nipples were between them.
As she fondled the breasts, she opened and shut her fingers, lightly pinching the nipples, sending sensations shooting through Sue's breasts.
Linda kissed the back of Sue's neck. Her warm breath tingled along the line of Sue's shoulders. She licked a line along them.
Warren said, "Look what I've got for you, little girl." He took hold of her hand and guided it to his penis. Sue gripped it
His rod was too big to be held in just one hand. Her fingers wrapped around the red shaft with its fat, throbbing blue veins.
Sue felt his cock, squeezing it. He handled her hips, thighs, rubbed her pussy through the satin crotch of the bloomers she wore.
There was a rustling sound behind her as Linda tugged her gown down off her wide womanly hips. It slid down her legs.
She stepped out of it. She wore a pair of black panties, cut full, with frilly lace trimmings at the waist and leg openings.
The panties were stretched taut across her wide hips. The rising mound of her pussy, and the folds of her pussy lips, were plainly seen.
When she pushed up against Sue, flesh rubbed flesh, sparking sexual friction and heat.
Linda put her hands on Sue's shoulders and turned her round. Sue's mouth watered as she stared at Linda's lush breasts.
Linda was tall, and stood almost a head higher than Sue, which added to Sue's feelings of child-like submission.
Linda was silent. She pointed her finger at the floor. Behind Sue, Warren put his hands on her and gently pressed down.
Sue's legs bent at the knees. She knelt in front of Linda. Linda commanded Sue to take off her panties with her mouth only.
Sue leaned forward, pressing her hot red face against Linda's panty covered hips. The sleek satin rustled against her cheeks.
She moved her face down to the leg openings. She felt the heat of Linda's body through the panties, and could smell her fragrant pussy.
Sue stuck out her pink pointed tongue. She slipped it under the fabric of the panties, pulling out a fold of fabric for her teeth to grip.
White even teeth bit down on black satin. Sue was careful not to bite Linda's flesh. She held a fold of the panties firmly clutched in her teeth.
Sue lowered her head, pulling the panties off Linda. Linda looked down at her, standing there with her hands resting on her hips.
The panties were peeled off Linda's hips, exposing soft flesh. They slid down Linda's rounded thighs as Sue dropped her head lower.
Sue's forehead scraped the carpet. The panties were down at Linda's ankles. Linda stepped out of them, running her fingers over her pussy.
Her bush was a thick downy triangle of glossy black fur, a shining pelt.
When Sue sat up on her knees, her face was level with Linda's crotch. Linda's pussy lips were thick, fleshy, coral colored. '
Her pussy lips were not as full as Sonya's, but still they were quite large. Linda put her hand on the back of Sue's head and pulled it close.
Sue started kissing and licking Linda's pussy. Linda was wet inside, as Sue discovered when she dipped her tongue between the pussy lips.
Linda made soft moaning sounds of appreciation as Sue's tongue glided up and down her sex. The taste of her was thick and delicious. ;
Soon Linda rocked her hips to the thrusts of Sue's tongue. Her breasts bobbed from this motion. She held her own breasts, squeezing them.
When Linda's pussy lips were wet with saliva, she eased Sue's mouth off her pussy. Warren helped Sue to stand up.
He was naked now. He had stripped while Sue tongued his wife. His body was firm and strong, with a thick red cock and a pair of swollen balls.
He untied the knotted bow of the drawstring of her bloomers. He slipped his hands inside the waist and pulled it out, opening it up.
The baggy bloomers fell off Sue's slender hips. Linda licked her lips in delight at the sight of Sue's girlish form, with her small breasts, thin torso, narrow hips, and lightly bushed pussy, whose pink lips were thin and delicate.
Warren and Linda took her by the hand and led her to the couch. It was one of those couches which folds out into a bed.
Linda's full breasts dangled as she bent over to pull out the couch. When it was formed into a bed, she lay down on it, on her back.
Linda took Sue's hand and pulled her down on the bed. Sue shook with excitement. Her little nipples were so stiff that they were sore.
Linda pulled her down beside her. Warren climbed on the bed, his big cock bobbing. He lay down on the other side of Sue.
The adult couple stretched Sue out on her back and explored her with their hands and mouths. Sue did nothing but lay there enjoying it
Hands touched her constantly, tracing the contours of her thin body, stroking her small breasts, tweaking and pinching the nipples.
Tongues ran over her skin, making her shiver. Her breasts were soon wet with saliva from two mouths. Warren put his hand between her legs.
Linda fastened her mouth on Sue's right nipple, Warren took the left nipple between his lips, and Sue had both breasts sucked at the same time.
Linda caressed her thin thighs. Warren's fingers glided over Sue's pussy lips, stroking them, toying with the soft silken bush above.
Sue wrapped one hand around his cock and squeezed. He moaned with pleasure as a drop of come oozed from the tip of his red cock.
Her other hand massaged Linda's thighs, which were smooth, warm, rounded. Linda parted her thighs, opening her pussy to Linda.
Linda's pussy lips were warm and they quivered at Sue's touch.
Linda wanted to taste Sue. She took her mouth off Sue's nipple and crawled down on the bed so that her head was down between
Sue's legs.
She spread the legs and knelt between them, her legs folded under her, her bottom resting on the backs of her heels.
She pressed her face to Sue's pussy, fastening her mouth to the crotch. Sue shook and shivered as Linda covered her pussy with kisses.
Warren busied himself with Sue's breasts. He kissed her on the mouth, shoving his tongue deep inside, while he felt her little tits.
His hands were big, and covered the small breasts he was fondling. He pinched and lightly pulled the nipples, stimulating them.
Linda raised her wet face from Sue's pussy. She smacked her lips as she rolled on her side. Sue's pussy was covered with saliva.
Warren and Linda moved Sue. Sue crouched on her hands and knees on the bed. Warren got off the bed and stood at the side, facing Sue.
She crawled to him, her small breasts bobbing, her pussy lips quivering. His stiff cock jutted in her face. Sue opened her mouth.
The cock head throbbed when she took it between her lips. She flicked her tongue back and forth over it, licking inside the little hole in the tip.
Warren, groaning, rubbed his cock head against the roof of her mouth, before forcing his member deeper. At the same time, Sue's ass was licked by Linda.
Warren could have come in her mouth Sue felt his penis twitching on top of her tongue-but he held himself back for later.
He took his cock out of her mouth. Its thickness stretched the corners of her lips. Sue hoped he wouldn't be too big for her pussy.
Saliva drooled down her chin. His red cock was gooey with her saliva. A pearly drop of come hung on the pointed tip of his cock.
Sue was once more put down on her back, with the adults arranging her limbs.
Sue arched her back and raised her rounded ass off the mattress so Linda could slip a pillow under it. This bowed Sue's back, raising her bottom.
Sue stretched out on the bed. She felt like she had had too much to drink, so that everything whirled around her. But she was high on sex, not alcohol.
Warren got on the bed, and stretched out on top of her. His hard cock brushed her soft thighs, leaving smears of saliva on her pink skin.
Sue's pussy was a thin-lipped pink slit. Warren reached under his belly and took hold of his cock below the head's rounded rim.
He guided the cock to her pussy. Sue moaned when he rubbed the slippery cock head up and down her pussy lips, making her shiver.
The cock head pushed apart the pussy lips, flashing pink. Warren put his cock in place and pushed forward, entering her.
Sue gasped as the cock head stretched her membranes, forcing her tight passage to make room for this rod of flesh which sank into her.
The cock throbbed as it penetrated. Warren slowly fed it into her, an inch at a time, prolonging the suspense.
Linda crouched at the bed's head, fondling Linda's hair, caressing her cheeks and neck and shoulders, holding her.
Warren pushed deep. Sue felt like she was being split. But his saliva covered cock was lubricated by her juices as well, since they were flowing.
Now he was in deep. He moved his body so that he lay across her at an angle to the side, rather than directly on top of her.
The reason for his position became clear a few seconds later when Linda mounted her.
Linda straddled Sue's face. She sat on it with her legs folded under her. Sue felt warm and safe, covered with so much flesh.
Linda's smooth thighs were warm against her head. Linda lowered her pussy. The heavy bush was still damp from Sue's saliva.
The pussy lips pressed Sue's open mouth. They spread, pressing pulsing pink membranes against Sue's face, engulfing it in wet heat.
Sue licked and lapped. Her tongue slid up inside Linda. Even though her ears were covered by Linda's thighs, Sue could hear-and feel Linda's moans.
Sue's tongue probed Linda while Warren's cock thrust into her own pussy. Warren leaned to the side so his wife would have room to mount Sue.
Sue felt like a candle burning at both ends. She was being fucked in her pussy and in her mouth, by a husband and wife team.
Her tongue pointed straight upward, its tip pressing against Linda's quivering clitoris. Linda rocked back and forth on Sue's face.
Sue kept her tongue fastened to the button of flesh. No matter how Linda moved, forward, backward, or sideways, Sue licked her clit.
Warren's cock pumped in her pussy. He clutched her thin hips as he drove his swollen member deep, fast, hard.
Warren came first. He buried his cock deep in Sue and kept it there while semen spurted from it, jetting into her heated passage.
Even as Warren writhed in the mindless ecstasy of orgasm, Linda rode to her climax. She ground her pussy hard against Sue's mouth.
For an instant, Sue was smothered, her nostrils and mouth sealed off by slippery pussy membranes.
Warren and Linda rocked and writhed like they were being hit by lightning. Sue felt the couple vibrating on her, in her.
The spurting stream of semen from Warren's cock lost its force, and died away to a thin oozing trickle, although the stiff penis shook and jerked violently.
Linda shuddered. Her shaking seemed to start in her sex and spread outward, like ripples in a pond when a rock is dropped into it.
Sue gasped for breath. Linda's powerful thighs pressed her head tightly at the instant of climax. Linda suddenly sat forward.
Sue breathed deeply as Linda's hot wet pussy was removed from her face. She was covered with Linda's juices from her hairline to her chin.
Linda raised herself up and rolled off Sue. Warren lay stretched across the small skinny girl, pinning her with his weight and his penis.
Sue's face was red and wet She focused her eyes and looked over at Sonya.
Sonya leaned forward in her chair. Her black dress was pulled up past her waist, and her panties were down at her ankles.
Her hand was pressed to her crotch, her fingers working on her pussy flesh.
Warren rose up, his stiff cock gliding outward along Sue's pussy membranes as he withdrew his still-stiff member from inside her.
Her pussy lips were red and glowing from the delightfully irritating force with which he had fucked her. Semen oozed in her pussy.
Linda rolled on her back. Her lush breasts were semi-solid masses of soft flesh with stiff nipples throbbing at their summits.
Now it was Sue's turn to have her pussy mouthed.
Sue mounted Linda in the same position which Linda rode Sue's face only a few moments before. Sue only followed the adults' instructions.
Her knees pressed the mattress on either side of Linda's open-mouthed, eager, hungry face. A drop of semen fell from Sue's pussy on Linda's face.
Sue's hips were clutched in Linda's hands. Linda pulled Sue down hard on her mouth. The pussy lips split, smearing semen all over Linda.
Linda's tongue burrowed inside Sue, licking and lapping. The older woman would lick every last drop of the come from Sue's pussy.
Warren was not just standing around doing nothing. He stood on the floor. Sue turned her head to face him. He held his stiff cock for her.
Her tongue lapped come off his penis. Starting at his cock head, she licked up and down his shaft, and even across his swollen hairy balls.
While she licked his cock clean, his wife's mouth was working at Sue's pussy, driving her wild. It was hard for Sue to do both things at once.
The rest of the morning passed quickly as Warren and Linda enjoyed their fill of Sue's delicate and delicious young body.
The adult couple took her in a variety of ways and positions. Sometimes they took her together; other times one would rest while the other used Sue.
Sonya was most pleased with Sue's performance. Her pleasure was caused by Warren and Linda's obvious satisfaction with this exquisite young girl which Sonya had supplied them with. They made arrangements for another session soon.
When Sue finished describing all that had happened, she told me how later, afterward, Sonya counted her share of the money right into Sue's hand more money than Sue had ever had in her life.
"Imagine that," she said, "to think that I got paid so much money for doing something which felt so good!"
CHAPTER NINE
Wild party! This one had it all masters, mistresses, a slave wife, a madame, and a pair of young and pretty teenage whores!
This was a big night for Sue and me. We were working together on a job of sex. Sonya made all the arrangements.
The hardest part of it was for me and Sue to get away from our husbands without them suspecting what we were up to.
That took some imagine alibi work. Sue and I made up a cover story that we were going to the engagement party of a friend of ours.
The engagement party wasn't real, but the friend was, and she was willing and able to cooperate and cover for Sue and me.
We didn't tell our friend what we were really going to do. She guessed that we had boyfriends on the side that we were going to meet with.
What we really did was meet Sonya, who drove us out to Whitney and Patricia's suburban home, which is where the party was being held.
We got there early, so we could get into our outfits. Sue and I couldn't dress up in the kinky costumes we would wear tonight.
Patricia greeted us at the door. She was nearly naked, in preparation for the big night. She wore little more than her restraints.
A leather harness was locked around her slender waist. It had a black triangle of leather, a crotch piece, hanging down between her legs, going up through the crack of her ass, and rising up to meet the belt at the small of her back.
This restraint harness was locked in place. Patricia's feet were locked into a pair of kinky and fetishistic shoes with six-inch spiked heels.
The black patent leather shoes had sharply pointed toes and high arches. They must have cramped her feet terribly, but she seemed used to them.
There were small padlocks attached to the black straps which ran across the tops of her feet, so that the shoes were actually locked in place.
She wore a long loose-fitting robe, to keep from being chilled. When the three of us-Sonya, Sue, and I were inside the house, with the door locked and bolted, Patricia opened her gown to show us her prize possession.
She had rings in her nipples, golden rings. Each nipple was pierced, just like you would have an ear lobe pierced to wear ear rings in it.
But these were her nipples. It looked bizarre, those shining metal rings jutting from her pink nipples, which were still dark and angry from the recent piercing.
Sonya ate that right up. She stroked Patricia's hair and caressed her shoulders as she complimented her on her golden rings.
Sonya felt a bare breast, resting it on her palm, lifting it, weighing it. She hooked the first joint of her finger through the ring and tugged.
The pierced nipple stretched as Sonya pulled. Patricia moaned.
Sonya released her. She patted Patricia's bottom, telling her that her newest bit of jewelry was just sheer perfection on her.
Patricia led us through the house, and into the basement dungeon.
The basement door, made of thick oak painted black, was locked. Patricia opened it for us, and we followed her downstairs.
The basement was converted into a bizarre playroom. The walls were covered with black leather. The leather aroma was pungent.
The floor was carpeted. At one end of the basement was a large platform bed, a black-painted frame with a thin cushion on top of it.
This oversized bed served a double duty. In addition to serving as a bed when needed, it also could be used as a rack.
There were otner devices around the room. There was a bondage horse, and a smaller table which was something like a doctor's examining table.
Mounted on the ceiling were pulleys and hoists for suspended bondage. In one corner was a homemade cage. It was constructed so that the victim inside it could neither stand up or lay down, but must crouch in discomfort.
There was a pegboard on one wall, with lots of devices of punishment and restraint dangling from the pegs, all kinds of whips and chains.
An electric heater kept the basement warm as toast. I liked that, since I hate the cold, and can hardly function when I'm not comfortably warm.
Patricia proudly showed off the dungeon to us. Her husband was a home craftsman, and had constructed' most of the devices in his workshop in the garage.
What Whitney couldn't build he bought, from specialized firms which manufactured bondage equipment for wealthy fanciers of the fetish.
From the way Patricia talked, I guessed that she had been subjected to every device in the room, not once but many times.
The three of us got ready for the party later. We would first put on a kinky little show before the general wildness and weirdness really broke loose.
While we busied ourselves in getting ready, the other couple arrived. It was Linda and Warren, escorted by Whitney.
It was Sonya who introduced the two couples, knowing that they shared similar kinky interests. The foursome had gotten it on.
Patricia was a slave who really got off on being loaned out to Warren and Linda, having them make love to her while her man watched.
Linda could be submissive or dominant. She had dominated Patricia. Later, Whitney used her while Warren used Patricia.
By seven o'clock, the foursome was gathered in the basement for our little act, our little presentation which would stir up their desires.
Oversized pillows and cushions were piled on the platform bed. The four of them sat on the bed with their backs against the wall.
All four looked smart and stylish. Whitney and Warren wore suits and ties, which gave a nice note of formality to the proceedings.
Linda wore a black low-cut gown which showed off most of her breasts and all of her back. The hem of the dress fell to her ankles.
Its skirt was wide and flowing, but it was split up the back and center, almost all the way up to her crotch, so she was on display.
Beneath her gown she wore a garter belt and stockings. She wore no panties, and her bush and pussy could be seen under the flapping folds of the split garment every time she moved her legs.
A wide heart shaped section was cut out of the back, so her ass was fully on display, the rounded buttocks firm and taut and high.
Patricia wore a similar gown, practically identical, except that hers was red. Her pert breasts jutted against the gown's front
She wore a black leather slave collar around her neck and leather bands circling her upper arms. And she still wore that leather harness she had worn earlier, when she admitted us into the house.
Looking at her breasts, I saw that the fat jutting bulges made at her nipples were much larger than they would have been if caused by her nipples alone.
It was the twin nipple rings, pressing against the shimmering red fabric of the gown, which produced that pair of thick bumps on her breasts.
The foursome was high and happy. They held drinks and settled in for the show.
The lights were dimmed so that only the corner of the room I was in was bright.
Sue lay on her back on the examining table, on her back. She was naked except for an adult-sized baby bonnet and a pair of diapers.
I stood beside her. I was dressed like a young girl. My hair was in a pair of pigtails which flounced on either side of my head.
I wore a frilly white blouse with a rounded peter pan collar, with a pink shift over it whose hem ended just above my bare knees.
Pink knee socks completed my outfit, along with a pair of shiny black shoes.
Sonya came out. She announced to the foursome that we would present a little playlet for their amusement and stimulation.
The name of this presentation was, "Punished Daughters." After making her announcement, Sonya stepped to the side, out of sight, and the action began.
Sue was supposed to be my baby sister, and Sonya was our mother.
A brown rubber pacifier was stuck between Sue's puckered lips. She gurgled happily as she sucked on it. Saliva shone on her chin.
I skipped into view, acting real childish, like I was about ten years old. My part didn't have much dialogue, and what there was, I made up.
But it was easy I did the same thing with all the clients, shaping my personality according to their desires and fantasies.
There's a lot of similarities between actresses and whores, when you stop to think about it. But I won't go into that here.
I pretended to check Sue for wetness. She did look cute, stretched on that rubber sheet, her middle covered with a fat white cloth triangle.
I slipped my hand inside the diaper. The diaper was soft, Sue's flesh was warm and smooth, and her brush tickled the back of my hand.
I acted like I found wetness, and scolded Sue for being such a bad baby and having an accident. Now I would have to change her.
I unpinned the oversized safety pins which held the diaper together at her hips. I opened the white cotton triangle and peeled it off her.
I held up the diaper so the foursome could see the yellow stain of wetness. Then I covered Sue's face with it, as punishment.
I'm wild about Sue, but I must have a sadistic streak in me, because I really started to get off on dominating and degrading her in front of the audience.
The props were all laid out ahead of time by Sonya. I picked up a pan of soapy water and a wash cloth and went to work.
I washed Sue's pussy, scrubbing it with the soapy washcloth. Soapy water trickled down her pussy lips, spilling on the rubber sheets.
I soaped her up real good. Her pussy lips quivered as they were covered with frothy foam, with my wet fingers sliding over them.
She gasped beneath the dirty diaper when I slipped my finger inside her pussy. I finger fucked her for a while, making her moan.
When I took my finger out of her, I washed her inside and out, first soaping her up, then rinsing her off, until she was squeaky clean.
I picked up the diaper with my fingertips. Holding it away from me, I dropped it into a pale green plastic pail on the floor.
I turned Sue over on her tummy. Her face was red with shame, but there was no denying that she was getting off as heavily on the humiliation angle as I was getting off on shaming her in front of our lustful audience.
I noticed that Whitney fondled Warren's wife, Linda. His hand reached between her stockinged legs and caressed her naked pussy.
Warren didn't mind at all. He leaned forward, watching Sue and me with hot eyes.
Sue lay on her belly, with her face buried in her arms. Her rounded ass rose up ripely. I soaped up the wet cloth and washed her behind.
I spread her ass cheeks, opening them up so I could wash her little brown wrinkled rosebud. Sue oohed and aahed as I cleaned her out.
Since she had suffered enough, I used more water to wash her face clean. Then I toweled her dry, making her moan from the' naughty way I rubbed the towel against her crotch.
Her pussy lips were pink and damp, and her bush was fluffy. I put my hands on her thighs and spread them, opening her pink slit to me.
I lowered my head, my pigtails bobbing as I pressed my face to Sue's crotch.
I bobbed my head as I licked up and down her pussy lips, making them shine with saliva. I stuck my tongue into her. She tasted sweet.
I licked upward along her slit. We didn't have to act now. We just followed our instincts. Sue rocked her pussy against my mouth.
I kept my tongue tip pressing to her pearly clitoris. I held her thin hips down on the table as I worked over her pussy with my lips and tongue.
Sue's face was red. I heard her moan as I went down on her. I tongued her pussy and made her come with my mouth.
I lifted my lips from her quivering pussy when she climaxed. She squeezed her eyes shut, and her open mouth moaned and wailed as she came.
Looking at the foursome out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Whitney's middle finger was buried in Linda's pussy.
He was shoving it in and out. Linda stared not at him but at us, me and Sue, her eyes fastened on us, her ripe red lips parted.
Warren was doing all right for himself. His fly was open and his stiffly erect cock jutted out of it. Patricia fondled it and caressed it.
I could only look at them for a second, since I didn't want to spoil the illusion. Besides, I was really eager to move to the next stage.
My pussy was warm and wet inside. I lifted up my skirt, turning my body so that, while I still looked down at Sue, my front faced the foursome.
That way, they were able to have a good look when I pulled down my panties and let them fall to my feet and stepped out of them.
I climbed up on the table, and straddled
Sue's face.
I pulled off the shift and tossed it to the floor. I opened the blouse and took it off. I wasn't wearing any bra, so my naked tits flopped out.
I now was naked except for the knee socks and shoes. I sat with my folded legs pinning Sue's arms to the table.
My pussy was hanging over her face. It was so close that I felt her warm breath tingling on my pussy lips. My ass cheeks rested lightly on her chest, since most of my weight was on my knees.
I told baby Sue that I had something much better than the pacifier for her to use her mouth on. I shoved my pussy in her face.
It felt so good, having my pussy on her open mouth. Her tongue shoved up inside me, licking and probing. I rocked back and forth.
I held my breasts and squeezed my stiff nipples. My pigtails bobbed as I rocked back and forth, grinding my pussy into Sue's mouth.
I was really feeling good. Just as her tongue sent shivers of pleasure through me, Sonya stormed on the scene, charging at us.
"Oh no," I shrieked, "it's Mommy!"
"You wicked girl!" Sonya grabbed me by the arm and pulled me off Sue. Her saliva dripped from my pussy lips, which quivered with excitement.
Sonya wore rubber a black rubber bra and a pair of black latex panties.
The bra was stretched at the seams by the weight of her breasts. Her fat nipples jutted like stones against the rubber cups molded to her flesh.
The latex panties were stretched tightly across her hips, skin-tight, showing off ever curve and fold of her crotch and ass.
She slapped my face. I was ready for it, since he had worked it out in advance, but it hurt plenty all the same.
It stunned me. There was a numb place on my cheek where her open palm hit, and my ears rang from the force of the slap.
She scolded me for abusing my little baby sister. I was going to be taught a lesson which I would never forget!
She made me strip naked. She loomed over me, her face mean, her arms folded across her massive tits, as I took off my shoes and socks.
When I was naked, she fastened a pair of cuffs to my wrists, locking them behind my back. My back arched, thrusting my tits out even more than usual.
I whined and whimpered and begged not to be punished, making my voice sound all soft and girlish, which wasn't hard.
Sonya took Sue off the table. She said she would do something which would keep Sue out of trouble for a while. She dragged her to the cage.
The cage was about three and a half feet high. Its top was hinged, so Sonya opened it and made Sue climb inside.
Sonya closed the lid. She locked it with a heavy padlock. Sue squatted naked in the cage, her hands wrapped around the bars as she watched.
Sonya hustled me up on the table. The rubber sheet was smeared with Sue's sweat. My breasts were pressed flat against the sweet-smelling rubber.
Sonya pulled a dangling strap fastened to the table's edge across my back, buckling it into place on the other side, strapping me down to the table.
She asked the foursome for volunteers to help her discipline me.
Now the party would really get rolling!
CHAPTER TEN
Things were going out of control.
Not me I was under control. Plenty of control. More control than I felt safe with. There was a wild mood in the basement dungeon.
I blinked through my tears. I was sure that Warren had stopped paddling me. He had paddled me for so long that I had thought it would never end.
I twisted my head so I could look over my shoulder. My ass cheeks were red from the small of back down past the tops of my thighs.
My ass really hurt. It burned. It was so hot that it made the rest of me feel chilled in comparison. Shivers shook me.
My face was wet with tears. The foursome was around me, laughing at me. Their laughter was cruel and mocking, even the laughter of slave Patricia.
I was really fucked up. One of the limits I had with Sonya was that I wouldn't have to do anything which would leave marks my husband might see.
Well, my ass would be sore and red for a day or two. Sure, I could arrange things so Mark didn't see my naked ass until the color left it, but it was a hassle which I didn't need. I was really pissed off.
I couldn't complain to Sonya, though. Not with the penis gag stuffed in my mouth. That's right, it was the same gag which Whitney used on Patricia the time he fucked me in front of her when she was bound and gagged on their bed.
Sonya stuffed it in my mouth when I started yelling because the strapping which Linda was giving me really hurt, more than I expected.
From the way Sonya had described the party to me earlier, I had thought that it would be mostly a swing party, with mild bondage and discipline.
Instead, it had turned into a real S&M scene, with me and Sue as the victims.
First Linda strapped me, then Warren paddled me. And the foursome wasn't through with me yet. They were just beginning.
The smell of the soap in the enema bag tickled my nostrils. Sonya brought the bag. Linda hovered around her, eager to join in.
Sue wasn't in the cage any more. They had let her out when she started shrieking at them to stop disciplining me so heavily.
Now, Sue was stretched across the bondage horse. She was stripped naked, bound and gagged, and placed where she could see what was happening to me.
The horse was a padded bar held up by two pairs of metal legs, with the whole thing about waist-high from the floor.
Sue was bent forward, face down across the top bar, with her lower body hanging down on one side, her middle pressing the top of the bar, and her upper body hanging down on the other side.
Her thin white body looked especially frail. She was so thin that the cuffs attached to the bondage horse for restraint purposes were not small enough to fit her tightly.
She was bound with ropes instead. Her hands were tied together, with a few inches of play in the rope which held her hands tied to the base of the horse.
She was short, so she was up on tiptoes, with her legs taut and her ass cheeks high. Her feet were spread wide apart.
Ropes bound her ankles to the frame of the horse, so she couldn't close her legs.
Whitney was raping Sue. He stood naked behind her. His stiff cock was greased with lubricant and planted in her pussy.
His thick cock stretched her thin pussy lips. She groaned through her gag each time he pushed his hips forward, thrusting his cock into her.
He took his time. Patricia knelt on the floor behind him. She wore only her leather bondage harness and the golden rings in her nipples.
Her face was wedged between the cheeks of Whitney's ass. Her lips were pressed to his ass-hole, and she tongued him inside and out.
Linda wanted to help Sonya in cleaning me out. Sonya handed her the filled red rubber enema bag. Linda swung the nozzle on the end of the rubber tube.
Sonya pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. They were skin-tight, pale brown, and fit up to her wrists. They made snapping sounds as she put them on.
She dipped her fingers in a jar of lubricating jelly. She spread my hot ass cheeks. Shivers shot through my blazing ass.
She opened my ass cheeks, exposing the ass-hole. I squirmed and moaned on the table. She smeared lubricant in the crack of my ass.
She put more grease on the enema nozzle. It was long and thin and made of flexible white plastic. It was covered with a coating of grease.
My ass-hole quivered when the nozzle tip pressed it. Sonya spread the wrinkled brown folds and slid the nozzle deep inside me.
Warren stood in front of me, handling his cock. It was red and semi-erect He was totally naked. He grinned as he watched the show.
I gasped as the valve was open and fluid trickled into me.
Sonya filled me until I couldn't take any more. I had cramps in my stomach which were really painful, and I moaned as loudly as I could.
Just when I thought I'd burst, Sonya unstrapped me and helped me down from the table. I walked hunched forward, holding it in.
She took one of my arms, and Warren took the other, and the two of them walked me into a small bathroom which was down in the basement.
I was totally humiliated when they watched me doing it on the toilet.
About ten minutes later, after Sonya had washed me and made me flawlessly clean, I was returned to the main room.
Sue's torments had increased. Whitney had come inside her pussy. Now his cock was in her mouth as he forced her to lick his penis clean.
I saw how they forced Sue to cooperate. Nasty little metal clamps glittered on her punished nipples, the same clamps which I had seen Whitney use on Patricia.
Patricia held a dildo. She stood behind Sue, pressing the dildo head against her thin pussy lips, which were shiny and sticky with come.
Sue groaned as Patricia pushed the dildo into her. Her pussy lips spread. The flesh colored shaft of the dildo sank deep into Sue.
Since Sue's mouth was wrapped around Whitney's thrusting, stiff cock, her moans rippled along his heated penis flesh, thrilling him.
Sonya walked me to the examining table, supporting me. I was drained and Exhausted. I didn't have the will to resist whatever they wanted from me.
She bent me forward from the waist, so that my body from the waist up was pressed against the table. My backside blazed.
My hands were still cuffed behind my back.
Warren came up behind me. He put his hand between my legs and made me move my feet wider apart, opening myself up to him.
He reached under my red ass and fondled my pussy. He rubbed the pink lips, which were really sensitive, and stuck his finger inside me.
Sonya brought him the jar of lubricant she had used to grease the nozzle for the enema. Once more, my ass-hole was lubricated.
Warren smeared the oil on his cock. He put his hands on my ass. I gasped and rose on tiptoes from the pain as he pried my ass cheeks apart.
His cock speared between my buttocks, its swollen head pressing my rosebud. Warren said that it would be a crime not to fuck my ass now that it was all cleaned out.
I tried to relax. His cock head prodded my rosebud. He gripped his greasy cock and pressed the tip against the center of my hole.
He shoved into me. My hole got wider as it was filled with his flesh. Sweat broke out on my forehead. Sonya held me down on the table.
I had a sharp flash of pain when his cock head pushed past my ring. Now he was inside me, his cock head stretching my membranes.
He Used his cock like a corkscrew, feeding it to me an inch at a time, jamming it deeper, working it, grunting for every inch he got.
He opened me up for his long thick cock. I cried like a little girl.
When he couldn't push his cock any deeper into me, he fucked me. He held my hips, shoving his greasy rod back and forth against my membranes.
My ass throbbed constantly from the pressure of his hips bumping against my whipped bottom.
After a few minutes, Warren stopped thrusting. His cock was so tight in my ass that I could feel the outline of every vein on his shaft.
He groaned when he came inside me. From the way he moaned, you would have thought it was him, and not me, who was suffering.
His come was thick and gushing as it spurted into my vitals. My tight stretched passage squeezed his cock as he came inside me.
When he stopped shaking, and his cock stopped shooting, he sighed heavily and leaned forward, hugging me as he leaned against me.
After a few minutes more, he took his still-stiff cock out of me. My membranes tingled as his cock slid over them on the way out.
My rosebud was stretched again, this time in reverse, as his knobbed cock head came loose from it. It popped like a cork coming out of a bottle.
I lay there across the table. Most of my weight was on my upper body, since my knees were weak and my legs were rubbery.
Come oozed out of the wrinkles of my rosebud, into my crack.
Patricia came over. Her face was wet from licking come out of Sue's pussy. She had left the dildo buried in Sue, with the base jutting out of her pussy lips.
Whitney had finished coming in Sue's mouth. He made her swallow it. When he took his cock out from between her lips, it was red and rubbery.
Her lips were puffy. There was come and I sweat mixed on her face. She sagged with relief on the bondage horse, glad to escape torment for a time.
Whitney unlocked the leather harness which Patricia wore around her hips and her crotch. She bent forward so he could take the restraints off her.
I saw the secret of the device. Inside the leather crotclipiece there were a pair of thick stubby rubber plugs, the front one longer than the rear.
That pair of plugs had been inserted in Patricia's holes, her ass and her pussy, and been locked into place.
Whitney pulled the butt plug out first, then the longer plug which was planted in her pussy. Both plugs were wet with juices and grease.
Patricia's pussy lips glowed bright red. They were swollen with irritation from being chafed by the plug for so long.
But she got off on her pain, even though it left her breathless and gasping.
Now that the harness was off her, there was a new candidate for it me. The belt was buckled around my waist, then the crotch piece was adjusted.
Sonya fed the butt plug into me first. It kept Warren's come securely inside me. I shivered as the dildo plug penetrated my pussy.
When the belt was locked in place, so I couldn't take it off, the group dragged me across the room. I was to be put in suspension.
By this time, I had reached a decision I was retiring from this line of work, and so was Sue. We had banked away plenty of cash in our secret accounts.
Padded leather cuffs attached to chains dangling from the ceiling were lowered, and the cuffs were locked around my wrists.
Then the chain was pulled upward, stretching my arms high above my head until the shoulder joints ached and I was forced to rise on tiptoes to ease the pain.
The chains were locked in place I would be locked in this restraint for some time how long a time, I did not know.
Sonya fondled my bare breasts. Now that she had double crossed me and made me and Sue the victims in this ordeal, I hated her.
She said, "I hope you and Sue like your new accommodations, Julie. Both of you are going to stay here for some time-indefinitely."
I was stunned, rocked, as she gloated that she had sold us to the foursome, who would keep us prisoners in this dungeon as their sex slaves.
Sonya had planned it all out Nobody knew where Sue and I were. Our husbands thought we were at the nonexistent engagement party, and our friend who was covering for us hadn't the faintest idea of where we really were.
As crazy as the scheme sounded, I knew that Sonya meant every word of it.
She said that Sue and I wouldn't have to worry, because, in addition to serving the foursome, we would submit to many new friends and clients of hers.
Sue started screaming for help. She could scream all she liked, Whitney said during a pause, because the basement dungeon was soundproofed.
The hateful foursome who now were my masters and Sonya, who had betrayed me and Sue and sold us mocked me as I struggled in my chains.
It was no longer a game, it was all real!
Warren said that the masters would rest and relax now. When their lustful strength was recovered, they would celebrate the slavery of me and Sue.
Warren fondled Sue's ass. He parted the buttocks and stuck his finger in her ass while she whimpered in total shame.
She was a virgin in her ass, but that would not be true before the night ended. Similar attention would be paid to me.
It was the first of many nights of total sexual slavery for me and Sue.
I racked my brains trying to think of a reason why Sonya's scheme wouldn't work, and how she couldn't get away with enslaving a pair of young teen wives.
Try though I might, I really couldn't see a flaw in her plan.
This was the suburbs, a real ritzy section where the houses were set far apart, and there weren't lots of curious neighbors poking around.
The basement dungeon was the logical place for our captivity. The way I saw it, they could imprison us down here as long as they liked.
Sonya leered as she described what was going to happen to me and Sue.
Up to now, we had only been playing fantasy games of slavery, for pay, games which we could end just by walking out of the scene.
There was no walking out of here. This slavery was for real. Playtime was over, at least for us. It was just starting for our captors.
Sue took it worse than I did. After all, she had a kid. I somehow knew that sooner or later, we would escape from here, though.
If it was only Sonya it would have been harder to get away, since she was a shrewd one, who would always be vigilantly watching us.
I hoped that the foursome of suburban swingers would be less cautious. But even so it might be days or weeks before I finally got free.
Sue started to holler again. Warren said that it would be a cute idea to give her something to holler about, like a good strapping.
Patricia and Linda did the honors. Each of them took a leather strap and stood in back of the bondage horse, facing Sue's wriggling bottom.
They strapped her, Patricia whipping the right ass cheek, Linda strapping the left.
The females were as vicious as the men, if not more so. There was the steady cracking of leather striking soft flesh.
Sue's sobbing outcries could barely be heard over the sound of the leather slamming down on her ass, which got dark red shortly.
I wasn't in such great shape myself. The bondage harness was getting to me.
It was a sinister device. The lubricant made the dildo and butt plug slide inside my holes, making me tingle with each movement.
I suffered more from watching sweet Sue's torment than I did from my own problems.
Patricia and Linda were proving to be a pair of vicious bitches. They really beat hell out of Sue, who wasn't used to that kind of abuse.
It looked like we would both be getting a steady diet of it for a long time to come. This foursome delighted in our pain.
Patricia and Linda would have gone on a lot longer. Linda was so excited from strapping Sue's pert behind that she fingered her own pussy.
Sue's defiance vanished almost as soon as they laid those stinging straps across her ass cheeks. She now sobbed like the baby she pretended to be in our little skit.
Her ass blazed bright red, with the red darkest at the center of her cheeks. Welts and blisters rose up on the rounded moons of her ass.
The only reason that Patricia and Linda halted the whipping when they did was because Warren was in a hurry to rape Sue's ass.
Sue hung limply across the bondage horse, sobbing, gasping for breath, her ass cheeks twitching. She moaned when they were spread wide open.
Linda and Patricia held the spanked buttocks apart, exposing the tight and tiny rosebud of Sue's ass-hole.
Her pleas for mercy were useless, and served only to excite our sadistic captors.
Linda smeared lubricant in the crack of Sue's ass. She shoved her middle finger deep into Sue's rosebud, wiggling it around inside her.
Linda laughed. Patricia busied herself in greasing up Warren's cock. He was crazy for ass fucking, which I guess was one of his biggest thrills.
He was in store for a real treat, since Sue's ass was virgin.
He moaned from the handling which Patricia gave his cock as she smeared the grease on it, oiling it up to penetrate tight young ass.
When his cock glistened with a coating of grease, Warren took his place behind Sue, his rod pointing like a red arrow at the tender target of her rosebud.
He gripped his cock, excess grease squeezing out between his fingers. He moved the cock head to her ass-hole, pressing the tip against it.
The wedge of his cock pried open the wrinkled folds of Sue's ass. Sue groaned and grunted, writhing as much as her tight bondage permitted.
Agony showed on her face. She screamed as Warren stuffed his cock head past her ring, cracking the rectum, splitting the cherry of her ass.
She squealed and wailed as he forced his cock into her. His buttocks were tightly clenched as he corkscrewed his cock into her narrow passage.
Her red ass turned white where his fingers clutched it. He pumped the rod back and forth in Sue's ass, never taking the cock head out of her.
While he humped away at Sue's ass, Sonya and Patricia came to me.
Sonya showed me a bizarre bra. The breast cups were lined with tiny little tacks, their wicked points about a half-inch long each.
As she made ready to fit the punishment bra on me, Warren shoved his cock deep into Sue's ass and kept it lodged there as he came.
Mockingly Sonya patted my cheek. "Not to worry, dear Julie. With your naturally sluttish nature, you'll take to real slavery like a duck to water."
"But love it or hate it, a slave you will be," Sonya concluded, "and that goes for your little friend Sue as well!"
